Chapter 12
There were several things Buffy noticed upon waking. The first thing was that she felt a hell of a lot better. In fact, if she happened to get up from her comfortable position, she’d realize she was almost completely healed. Second, she didn’t know where the hell she was, but it looked as if they were at someone’s grandmother’s house. She’d never seen so many Faberge eggs and doilies in her life and the smell of moth balls almost overpowered the room. If this was a friend of Spike’s, he had a lot of explaining to do. Did Spike hang out with grandmas? Weird. The third was that she was incredibly cozy with a sleeping Spike pillow beneath her, his arms banded around her waist, head perfectly tilted to permit her cheek to rest on his neck, one knee propped up to allow her hips to be cradled between his thighs and the soothing rumble of his chest when he moaned softly. The fourth and final thing she’d noticed was that yet again, she was completely naked. If this was going to be a trend then Buffy really wished that someone would have prepared her for it because the startling sensation of such a thing was getting old. Luckily, Spike was kind enough to drape his duster over them as a blanket but it still didn’t change the fact that yet again, Spike was wearing only a pair of jeans and yet again, her naked flesh felt wonderful against his.
As the minutes ticked by, Buffy’s memory started to return. The last thing she remembered was Spike driving her somewhere, the look of concern in his eyes and then darkness. Her anger started to swell as she recalled the Githyans who’d held her down in the back of their van and forced her to drink a nasty substance that quickly worked its way into her system. What was surprising was that she wasn’t afraid. She knew Spike would come for her. When he did, when she saw him walking through the cave, his form barely illuminated by the torches in the clearing, looking like a complete badass, a sexy badass she corrected herself, well, her heart pounded in her chest and she turned into a puddle of goo. She was jealous that he had all the fun annihilating the demons, but it was almost as entertaining just to watch. He really was quite frightening when determined and the fact that his mood had shifted into pure rage because she was in danger was enough to make any girl weak in the knees. Spike was like something out of a romance novel, all muscles and leather. If he rode in on a horse, she wouldn’t have been surprised.
And he’d saved her.
Again!
She wondered if she’d still be suspicious of him without this temporary telepathy. Probably, so. But she could read his mind, and even when she was in the van she could hear him. They hadn’t really tested the ability, her being bed ridden and all, but she could hear him plain as day. It was quieter at some point, probably when the van was too far away, but then it was louder and she knew he was getting close. He’d been angry, frightened, worried, panicked, determined, excited…and aroused. Oh, god…she’d almost forgotten about that part. And how the hell could she forget? Spike was…down there! With his mouth! Doing the thing with his tongue, and the grumbling and moaning, and the fingers and the…good lord, where had he been all her life? Her anger increased tenfold. Those stupid ugly Githyans had interrupted at the pinnacle of what was quite possibly the single most fantastic moment of Buffy’s entire existence, pulling the rug out from underneath her right as she was about to have what she guessed would have been the orgasm of the century. Bastards!
She decided that Angel was an idiot who knew nothing about women because he had never made her feel that way, never. She and Spike hadn’t even done the deed yet and he’d shown her heaven with his mouth and hands. She needed to feel that again, all the time, any chance she could. No wonder there were so many sluts at Sunnydale High if this was what they were experiencing. Buffy thought better than to compare Spike to a bunch of horny teenage boys. He was most definitely a man with over a century of experience. And he was hers. Screw Drusilla and the porcelain dolly she rode in on! Dru could have Angel’s sub par skills for all she cared. She could have them all the way to the loony bin and as soon as she got back to Sunnydale, she was going to convince Spike to make with the dirty groping on their front porch and leave sexy souvenirs on their property. Then they’d see who was laughing.
So maybe getting involved with a soulless vampire wasn’t such a fantastic idea and maybe she should learn from her mistakes with Angel. But right now, as she kissed Spike’s delicious neck and straddled his hips, she couldn’t think about that. After all, he’d saved her life and bought her a kitty! What kind of evil vampire would do things like that? He got her favorite candy and paid attention to all her little quirks in a matter of days! That was excellent boyfriend material if you asked her and bonus that he was so damn hot. She was invested now. If Spike ever turned on her, if he ever tried to kill her again…well, it would break her heart.
“Hey,” Spike said with a sleepy smile as he woke up. He sighed softly as Buffy sweetly kissed his neck and throat.
“Good morning. Or…afternoon,” she corrected as she noticed the clock on the wall. It was already 4 p.m.
Spike brushed her hair out of her face when she hovered above him, cupped her cheeks and studied her intently. “How’re you feelin’, luv?”
“Good as new,” she said in typical Buffy fashion. “I’m all with the healage.”
Spike sighed in relief and smiled warmly. “I was so worried about you.”
“I know,” she grinned.
Spike rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to his sides. “I don’ know how much more of this mind readin’ of yours I can take.”
“But it’s so much fun for me,” she giggled and nibbled on his ear.
“You’re awfully chipper.”
“Well,” she folded her arms across his chest and propped her chin on them. “Besides the fact that I woke up in a strange place, almost died, got lugged around naked in a van with a bunch of demons and haven’t eaten in over 24 hours, I’ve got no complaints.”
“How very optimistic of you, kitten. Care to send some of that optimism my way?”
Buffy gently pressed her hips against his, smiling coyly when she felt how hard he already was. “I think you’ve got plenty.”
His nostrils flared and he grinned wickedly up at her, sneaking his hands beneath the duster to trace her spine with his fingers. An amorous Slayer was a terrible thing to waste and her scent had been invading him all afternoon, staining him with a promise of her arousal. He was falling hard, scary hard, but just happened to BE so hard that he couldn’t think about his emotions at a time like this. Not when she was slowly grinding her naked body against his, mewling like a kitten and…licking his sodding neck! “Fuck, Buffy…what’re you doin’?”
“Ooh, you like that, huh?” She did it again and giggled with satisfaction when he groaned. His groan turned into a full-on moan of ecstasy when she bit down on his jugular with blunt teeth. He took in shallow unneeded breaths, licked his lips and craned his neck back to give her more access, lifting his hips into hers as her movements became more determined. Buffy was driving him crazy, learning the one spot on his body that would send him over the edge in a matter of seconds. She should know better, really. Vampire and all.
He fisted his hand in her hair, pulled her up slightly and kissed her, breathing in through his nose as he gasped. He held her head in place, not quite satisfied with her lips yet and trailed his other hand to her waist beneath the duster, then down to her ass to push her into his erection. They broke the kiss for a moment, moaned, and quickly moved back to one another’s lips, sucking, biting and consuming one another. Her hair was a mess, tangled and mussed from one hell of a bad day, getting worse from Spike’s hands as they moved about her head, tilting it this way and that to taste her. Neither seemed to notice or care.
Buffy placed her hands on either side of his shoulders to prop herself up, biting her lip and grinding her bare pussy against him. Spike lifted his head to kiss her, only to be denied with a cheeky grin. So he cupped her bouncing breasts instead, smirking when she gasped as he pinched her nipples. Hard.
“I want you,” he said hoarsely, panting when she lowered her head and attacked his throat again. “Please, baby.”
She smiled against his neck and said, “You just called me baby.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, slipped a hand between them and quickly inserted a finger into her sopping core. She cried out and he chuckled. “So I did. Christ, you’re wet.”
“God that feels…”
“Tell me.” He was kissing her behind the ear, fingering her with one hand and raising goose bumps on her skin with the other as it lightly trailed up her back.
“Can’t…speak,” she said desperately and sighed into his mouth as she pressed her lips against his once more.
Spike was harder than he’d ever been and he was going to burst if she didn’t…oh, well that mind reading thing might not be as bad as Spike thought because Buffy was unzipping his jeans. She sat up slightly and almost forgot her mission as he continued to pump his fingers inside her but then she opened her eyes and remembered. She slipped his cock out of his pants and her eyes grew wide, smiling in shock. Fuck, she was gorgeous like this, naked, wearing his coat and gripping his cock which she was apparently impressed with. He tested their communication to see if she’d follow suit. When her hand slid upwards and she rolled her thumb over the head, swirling the tiny bead of pre cum around, he dropped his head on the arm of the couch and grinned at the ceiling. “Yeah, Buffy…just like that.” This was brilliant!
Buffy completely agreed. She wasn’t confident with things like this but being able to read his mind threw her inhibitions out the window. She’d do anything he wanted as long as he continued to look this sexy while she did it. Her hand moved over him like a pro, both of them gasping and moaning as they pleased one another. She released him for a moment, but only to position herself above him. He dragged his shaft along her folds as she grinded against him, groaning when her scorching heat enveloped him. He was on the edge of control and knew that if he didn’t bury his cock inside her soon, he might just die.
“Oh, good, you’re both awake!” Buffy’s chin quivered and Spike cursed, banging the back of his head on the arm of the couch. Harriet walked around the couch and smiled, completely ignorant to what she’d just walked in on. “I got the slayer’s bag from the car so she can get dressed. Jeez, you both slept for so long!”
“Buffy,” Spike said in a strained voice, his eyes screwed shut in frustration, “this is Harriet.”
~*~*~*~*~
After two very frustrating showers, two frantic solo releases and two disgruntled meals of chicken soup and bagged blood, Buffy and Spike sat on Harriet’s plastic covered couch as she explained what she’d been researching while they slept.
“Those Githyans are tracking you by your thoughts. You’ve got to be more careful,” she said as she laid two necklaces down on the coffee table. “These charms will protect your thoughts from anyone with telepathy. As long as you’re wearing these, they won’t know what you’re thinking or how to find you.”
“They’ll protect us from…everyone?” Spike asked pointedly as he looked at the Slayer.
“Yes, everyone.”
He smirked and slipped his necklace on as Buffy pouted. He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, “Don’t worry…I’ll take it off the next opportunity you get to shove your cute lil’ hand down my pants.”
She gasped and swatted at his arm. “Spike!”
He laughed seductively, thinking of all sorts of diabolical things he’d like to do to her body, knowing she could no longer read his thoughts. He wondered if she’d let him tie her up, or sit on his face, or suck him off while he was driving, or better yet…he wondered if she was into anal.
“It will take a while for the magic to take effect, so you should wait another hour before you leave here,” Harriet said.
Spike’s eyes grew wide and he slowly turned to face Buffy who was crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow at him. He grinned sheepishly and she shook her head at his mind’s capabilities. “Pig.”
“What? I can’t help it. Evil, remember? Now put your necklace on.”
She glared at him and slipped it over her head. She wondered what anal was, but knowing Spike, it had nothing to do with being overly attentive when it came to cleaning and organization.
“So, I was wondering,” Harriet asked with a shy expression, “if you’d give me your autograph?”
Buffy batted her eyelashes and looked from the red head to Spike. “Um…you want my autograph?”
“Well, yeah! You’re the slayer fer cryin’ out loud!” She shoved a note pad in her lap and tapped on it with her finger. “Make it out to My Dear Harriet,” she watched as Buffy started writing. “H-a-r-r-i-e-t. That’s right. Say that you’re so glad I let you stay in my gorgeous home and that we’ll be seeing each other soon.”
Spike snorted and Buffy sighed, shaking her head as she wrote what the woman instructed. As a side note, she added, “Thanks for saving my life.” She handed her the notepad and Harriet read it over, covering her mouth with her manicured fingers as she fought back false tears.
“Oh, I’m getting misty! Lookit, my eyes is goin’ crazy!” She dabbed a cloth beneath her eyes and held her breath. “Thank you so much. I swear…Janet is going to simply die when she hears about this.”
Spike was already grabbing their stuff and heading towards the door, uncaring about the hour waiting time and wanting to get the hell out of there. Buffy took the hint and stood up, gasping when Harriet embraced her in a fierce hug, patting her on the back hard.
“Now you kids be careful and remember Harriet Goldstein is always here to help, ok?”
“Time’s a wastin’, pet,” Spike called from the door.
She nodded and pried herself from the woman’s arms and headed for the door. “Thank you for all you’ve done for us. I really appreciate it.” Especially the part when you interrupted Spike and I about to have sex, she thought inwardly with increasing bitterness. That made three times that she and Spike had started something and didn’t get to finish. Of course, the first time was his fault…but at least she wasn’t to blame. She hated being blamed for things.
Harriet called out to them all the way to the car, shouting her good luck and to be sure to eat the peanut brittle she packed for them, waving maniacally as they pulled out and onto the road.
Spike was silent as he drove the car, his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, his jaw tense and his eyes focused on the road. He softened a bit when Buffy put her hand on his thigh, but not by much.
“Me too,” she said with a sigh. “Me too.”
“How long until sunrise?” He asked helplessly.
She giggled. “Um…eleven hours.”
He groaned. As much as he wanted to pull the car over and shag her brains out, they’d already lost so much time and had to cover as much ground as they could before sunrise. But once that hotel key went into the lock the next morning, opening the door like a welcoming embrace, they were going to have themselves a real good time. He could already imagine how she sounded when she screamed, how she would look as he thrust inside her, how she would feel strangling his cock…and this so was not helping his already painful condition. He felt her hand squeeze his leg before moving a bit higher towards his crotch and he knew he wasn’t alone with his thoughts. Buffy ripped her hand away reluctantly and inhaled sharply.
“Maybe we should turn on the radio.”