Chapter 44
The moment the words were out of his mouth, Spike felt the body hovering above him freeze before abruptly pushing off of him.
“What?!” An outraged voice broke the silence as he felt the small form scrambling away from him, taking the sheets with it.
Without a word, Spike stretched his arm over to his nightstand and turned the bedside light on. The once blue room was flooded with shades of fiery yellow and orange. He shifted in the bed to see Buffy kneeling on the mattress, the white fabric of his covers bunched up around her chest as she clung to the material; her eyes wide as she stared back at him.
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Buffy felt her heart suddenly stop at the word that tumbled from his lips. For a second, she didn’t know what to do, how to move. Her mind drew a complete blank as it tried to process the repercussions of what he had just said. She didn’t even notice when she uttered one single, enraged, word back at him.
After a while, she was able to move again and she quickly jumped away from him. She watched in the moonlight as he calmly moved towards the nightstand and turned on the lights. She didn’t even bother to narrow her eyes when the sudden burst of light coming from the lamp stung them. She remained perfectly still as he turned around to face her. What she saw on his face was the last thing she had expected… a smile. Better yet, a grin; a smug, aggravating grin. What was he grinning about?
They stared at each other until Spike couldn’t help but chuckle. Buffy continued to gawk, utterly confused.
“What are you smiling at?” She snarled at him.
“Your reaction.” He answered simply, crawling over the mattress towards her only to have her jump off the bed and stand next to it; sheets tightly clutched against her chest. “Oh, come on, pet…” He purred as he reached the edge of the bed.
“You said her name!” Buffy stated the obvious, her green eyes staring holes into his chest.
They grew wider when he chuckled again.
“You think that’s funny? You thought I was her.” She spoke up outraged.
“Do you really think I thought you were her?” He asked, leaning back down on the mattress.
“Yes!” She replied quickly.
“Oh, come on Buffy, I knew it was you from the moment you touched me.” He sighed, the smile still on his lips.
“Riiight.” She replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “That’s why you said *her* name.”
“I said it on purpose.” He explained, trying to reach for her one more time, but she stepped away from him and the bed.
“No, you didn’t! It was dark, you couldn’t have recognized me-“
She was cut off when suddenly he was off the bed and right in front of her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
“One – keep it down or you are gonna wake up Da. Two – I would recognize you even if I was deaf, dumb *and* blind.” He muttered, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against the crook of her neck. “God, I love the way you smell, Summers.”
The anger inside her melted away as his naked body pressed against her sheet-clad one, his hot mouth coming to trail open-mouth kisses down her neck. She felt herself being carried towards the bed when the memory of Dru’s name being muttered by him echoed in her mind and she abruptly slapped him across the arm before pulling away from his grasp.
She quickly moved about the room, looking like a penguin on acid as she struggled with the long sheets around her until she had the bed between him and herself. This was better! From that distance she could actually form a logical train of thought. She exhaled sharply from the effort before speaking:
“So, I’m supposed to believe that you knew that it was me all along and that you just said her name to royally piss me off, practically zeroing any chance of you getting laid tonight.” She asked sardonically.
“When you put it that way… not very smart, huh?” He questioned, scratching the back of his head. “Come to think of it I do have the tendency to say the stupidest thing in the most inappropriate moments.”
“Yes, you do.” She confirmed setting her mouth in a straight line.
They remained silent for a moment, until Spike tilted his head and let his lower lip jut out for a childish pout.
“I’m sorry! It was a bad joke.” He apologized, crawling over the bed to reach her.
“Oh, no! Saying you’re sorry is not going to cut it, mister. What-” She announced as she moved back.
Spike’s index finger immediately went over his mouth, signalling her to keep it down.
“What would you do if I muttered Angel’s name while we were… doing it.” She hissed in a lower voice pointing at the bed.
Spike pondered the situation for a few seconds. The mere mention of the scenario was enough to get his blood racing a bit faster and his stomach to twist. His face contorted for a painful frown.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-“
The teen was silenced by the sound of a door being opened followed by steps coming from the corridor. They froze, waiting, as the noises became louder and then drifted away. After a few moments of stillness, the familiar sound of water being flushed was heard, followed by the same footsteps and the creaking of a door being shut.
Buffy remained glued to the floor as she continued straining to hear anything. Spike seized the opportunity and, in a flash, had her trapped in his arms again, his mouth on her neck causing her to gasp for air.
“It was stupid of me… I’m sorry… Never do it again… promise.” He muttered between kisses as he made his way to her earlobe.
Without warning, his hand snaked between the sheets to reach the soft skin of her right thigh, while the other remained wrapped around her waist supporting her as she suddenly felt her knees buckle from under her.
“I’m not…” She tried to speak but her panting breaths and the feel of his fingers slowly creeping up the inside of her thigh to reach the apex of her legs only served to cloud her mind and make it harder for her to think, let alone say anything coherent. “I’m not done being mad…” She gasped again when she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees before tumbling onto the mattress; Spike’s naked form quickly following her. “…at you.”
“I’m sorry…” He repeated as his mouth focused on the small spot just behind her earlobe, his tongue darting out to lap at it. “I was just pissed that you…” kiss “wouldn’t pick up the bloody…” lick “phone.”
“I was kind of busy coming over…” Her reply was meant to sound clever and witty, but it came out weak and breathless. “…to surprise your sorry ass. But you had to ruin it and-” Her new found anger was lost when his mouth assaulted hers for a demanding kiss; his tongue quickly pushing past her lips to delve in and explore.
She tore away from his mouth with a sharp intake of breathe when his fingers finally reached their goal, probing and testing the swollen and wet spot between her legs.
He watched, amazed. Her eyes were closed shut, her eyebrows coming together for an almost painful frown as her hips urgently thrust towards his hand. His fingers played around, tracing the contours of her silky folds, teasing her mercilessly, refusing to give her what she needed and causing her to moan and beg underneath him.
“Please…” She whispered between gasps, buckling against his hand.
“Please what?” He asked teasingly but, inside, he searched for all the strength he could muster to keep from answering her silent request.
She didn’t reply, simply continued to mewl and pant. She held her breath when she felt him lean in to whisper in her ear:
“How could you even think that I would want anyone but you?” He questioned in a husky, strained voice as his fingers continued to play with her. “Don’t you know you’re all I bloody well think about, Summers?” He continued, coming closer and closer to her entrance as his other hand silently sneaked between their bodies to pull at the sheets until she was completely uncovered. “You’re all I see…” His fingers fisted themselves in her hair forcing her to look up at him as he now hovered over her. “All I taste…” His voice cracked a bit when he finally slipped one long finger into her and she closed her eyes, moaning as she arched her back off the mattress, her bare breasts thrusting upwards and brushing against his chest. “All I feel.” He managed to finish his sentence, bending down to kiss her.
As their tongues battled for dominance, Spike moved his finger inside of her, exploring until he found that perfect spot inside of her, causing her to moan into his mouth.
She mewled in protest when his finger slipped out of her, but a mixed wave of relief and anticipation washed over her when she felt him position himself between her spread legs. She held her breath once again as the head of his cock brushed against her entrance. He looked down at her for a few seconds before he moved his hips forwards and pushed inside of her. The two let out a joined gasp at the tight fit. It wasn’t long before he started slipping in and out of her in a slow, breathtaking rhythm.
His elbows rested on the mattress, on each side of her head as he thrust his hips against her, his head lolling down as his eyes rolled back in their sockets at the intensity of their connection. After a while he was able to find the much needed control to adjust to her heat and control his erratic breathing. His mouth instinctively found its way to hers for a burning kiss as he increased the pace at which he moved inside of her.
After a while, she was forced to break away from his lips, when the need for air was too much to handle. She swallowed hard, her eyes wide as she gulped down air in a frustrated attempt to control her breathing. The sight of him hovering over her, sliding up and down with his head dropped, his eyes tightly shut and his jaw muscles clenching and unclenching was almost too much take, causing her to gasp.
“Ah…” She moaned when one of his thrusts went deeper and she felt her inner walls clamp around him.
Her hands immediately flew towards his back, clawing at his skin as the feeling growing inside her became overwhelming. She lifted her back off the mattress to bite into his shoulder in order to keep from crying out. Her eyes went wide when she heard his ragged breath in her ear:
“Don’t you know I could never want anyone else?” His voice was hoarse, raw with emotion. “How could you ever think that…?” He trailed off as the feel of her internal muscles gripping him tightly made it impossible to think with clarity. “How could you…? God, Buffy… you’re all I want… all the time… every time. Always you!” He trust harder and her teeth and nails sank deeper into his flesh.
He heard her strangled cry as she finally came, her muscles contracting wildly around him and causing him to quickly follow her. They clung to each other with all their strength as the waves of orgasm washed over their quivering bodies. Buffy was completely lost to the world, it seemed that everything had vanished and the only thing remaining was herself and the man laying over her, pulling ragged breaths from his lungs. A sweet numbness invaded them and all strength seemed to pool away, leaving them limp and deliciously weak.
They remained perfectly still for the next moments. Spike was the first to move, reluctantly slipping out of her as he rolled off of her to face the ceiling. A soft smile took over his swollen lips when he felt her stir next to him, her thin arms coming to wrap around his waist as she spooned her naked and sweaty body against his side. Her head rested on his shoulder, occasionally snuggling against the crook of his neck before she breathed:
“Angel…”
Spike immediately stiffened. He was about to protest when he felt her smile against his skin.
“Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” She asked looking up at him, her neck barely able to support the weight of her head so she rested her chin on his chest.
“Not funny, pet.” He grumbled with a frown as he put his arm under the back of his head in order to be able to look at her.
“You started it.” She noted.
“I said I was sorry.” He mumbled with a fake pout.
She sighed and let her head drop onto his chest, her eyes facing his perfectly shaped abdomen, her sweaty hair sticking to his wet skin. Her finger came to trace the contours of his bellybutton as she wondered out loud:
“I should have made you suffer longer for what you did.”
“No use resisting me. I’m just too darn sexy.”
That earned a sardonic chuckle from her as she propped her chin up on his chest to look back at him.
“Ha! Some ego!”
“Can’t help it if it’s true.” He replied with a smug grin.
“You’re not irresistible.” She retorted.
“You *know* I am.”
“Humph…” She mumbled. “Not *that* irresistible.”
He chuckled and there was silence again. After a while, her gaze was cast down to his chest as her finger danced from one of his collarbones to the other.
“What was she doing?” She finally asked.
“Who?” He questioned with a frown.
“Dru.” Seeing the persistent confusion in his features she elaborated. “When we were on the phone… She was giggling and you told her to stop.” She dared to throw a glance up at him.
“Nothing.” He replied not meeting her gaze.
Without warning Buffy stood up and got off the bed, her eyes dropping to the floor as she started gathering her clothes.
“What are you doing?” He asked puzzled once more.
“Looking for my clothes.” She replied dryly as she found her underwear and started slipping it on.
By the time Spike got out of bed, she had put on her jeans and was now working on her bra.
“Buffy, where are you going?” He asked following her around the room as she looked for her sweater.
Where had she put that damned thing? She was pretty sure she had left her clothes all gathered up in a bunch before making the *huge* mistake of slipping into his bed. A-ha! There it was. Under the bed!
She bent down, picking it up when she felt a strong grip around her arm forcing her to turn and face him.
“What did I do now?” He asked.
“You’re lying. That’s what you are doing.” She spat at him.
“Lying? I’m not lying. Why do you think I’m lying?”
“Then why won’t you tell me what she was doing?” She asked triumphantly, raising her chin up high.
“You wanna know what she was doing? Fine, she was clinging to my arm.” He sighed audibly, letting go of her to drop his arms at his side in defeat.
She simply glared daggers up at him, flinging her sweater over her head before stomping her way to the bedroom door and flinging it open.
“Buffy, where are you going?” He asked again, exasperated as he quickly scrambled to find the nearest pair of jeans, putting them on and slipping on one untied boot before he trailed after her.
Apparently, their little quarrel had managed to wake up Giles as he peeked his head out into the corridor to see a very pissed Buffy walking towards him, his shirtless son was hopping after her, apparently trying to put on one of his boots.
“Buffy…?” He questioned with a sleepy voice as he rubbed his eyes.
“Hello, Giles. Goodnight, Giles.” Buffy greeted as she continued down the stairs.
Seeing the puzzled look on his father’s face Spike simply put up his hand, halting any question the older man might have.
“I’ll explain later.” He assured him, when he finally managed to put on his boot and followed the enraged teen down the stairs and out the front door.
“Buffy…” He sighed as he watched her race down the street.
He took a sharp intake of breath before chasing after her. Unfortunately, Spike quickly realised that running after ones pissed girlfriend is easier if one does it with their laces tied since they have a tendency of causing you to trip. Grumbling a few curses he bent down and tied his laces before getting up to follow her. By the time he was done she was out of sight. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where she was going and after a long while he caught up with her near her house.
“Buffy!” He called out; drawing harsh pants from his lungs as he slowed his pace down to stride along side her. ‘Note to self: quit smoking or, by the time you’re thirty, you won’t be able to walk around the block without coughing out a lung.’ “Buffy, will you just… *cough*… listen to me?”
“Go home, Spike.” She uttered as she continued to walk.
“No.” He said, raising his voice a little as he grabbed her arm and forced her to stop.
“Let go of me.” She warned him between clenched teeth.
“Not until we talk this out.” He replied, tightening his grip when she pulled away.
“Let me go!” She yelled in his face.
“No!”
“Hey, will you keep it down? People are trying to sleep here.” Someone shouted from a window on the other side of the street.
“Shut up.” The two teens replied in unison.
Buffy pushed away from his grip and continued walking down the street, Spike trailing right behind her.
“Buffy…” He called out again when she reached the stairs to her front porch. “You know?” He yelled at her retreating back. “It’s amazing how quickly you can go from hot to cold.” She came to a halt at the top of the four steps and turned to see him standing there, with his arms opened wide in defeat. “So Dru tried to cop-a-feel off of me. Big deal! It’s not like the poof doesn’t do that every *single* day.” He growled at her.
“It’s for the play.” She spat back.
“Oh, right. I forgot. You are in a play so that gives Angel the right to make out with *my* girlfriend.” He hissed, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head.
“I asked you.” Her index finger pointed dangerously at him. “I asked you if you were ok with this and you said you were!”
“I told you what you wanted to hear. You wanted it to be fine, so I gave you what you wanted.” He shouted taking a step closer to her. “But you… *You* get all buggered up over the fact that I have to spend time with Dru because of some stupid assignment and that’s all we do. We spend time working on a stupid report. Nothing else! It is nothing compared to the major suck-face festival that goes on on that stage almost every afternoon.” His arms pointed out into the darkness of the night when he finished.
“Nothing else? You just said she tried to cop-a-feel.” She snapped.
“Cop-a-feel! Exactly! Not check my tonsils with her bloody tongue.” Spike spat back.
“How many times do I have to say this? It’s for the stupid play! And we kissed like…three times, in front of like *twenty* people. We don’t spend an afternoon together in an empty, unsupervised house.” Buffy rebutted.
“So I have to spend time alone with her. Don’t you trust me?”
“No, I don’t. You know why? Because what Angel and I had was three months. Three measly mouths and not three years like you and Dru. Three years at seventeen is like a… fifth of your lives!” She let her arms drop at her sides in defeat.
“Two and a half.” Spike corrected. “And it’s closer to a sixth.”
“See, you probably even know the days and hours you were together. What you had with her? I can *never* compete with that. You were insane about her. You grovelled at her feet, for Christsake.”
“I don’t want you to compete with anything. And I don’t grovel.”
“Yes, you did. I remember seeing the way you looked at her and hating Angel for not looking at me the same way.” She insisted. “And now all of a sudden I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want her anymore? That you don’t feel anything for her?” She questioned, her voice cracking a bit under the turmoil of emotions going on inside of her.
“I want you.” He said in a calmer voice.
“Tell me you don’t feel anything for her.” She demanded.
There was a long silence between them.
“I… I can’t.”
At that Buffy let her shoulders slouch in defeat.
“Dru… She’ll always mean something to me… She was my first love.” He said patiently.
“I keep thinking that if you stay close to her long enough you’ll realise…” Buffy swallowed hard as she forced the words out of her mouth: “You’ll realise you still want her. You want her… and not me.”
“Never.” Spike breathed immediately.
“Just go home, Spike…” She mumbled, turning around to go into her house.
In a flash, he was up the steps, his hand gripping her arm tightly.
“Let me go, Spike. Just-” Her voice was weak and beat down.
“I can’t.” He cut her off. “I’m in love with you, Summers.”
Author’s Note: How could you possibly think that I would make Spike cheat on Buffy? Oh, ye of little faith. I told you – believe in the Spuffyness, believe in the Spuffyness! 😉 I think you guys are too used to Joss’ evilness. Remember, I’m not evil, I’m just possessed. 😉