Chapter 13

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem, Buff.”

“Yeah, it’s not like we had any plans,” Anya huffed spreading the cards in her hand. “We were just going to light candles and have sex next to them.”

“Anya!” Xander snapped, looking embarrassed. “Buffy, it’s nice to have you. It’s just too bad that Willow couldn’t be here. This three-hand poker is not quite the game.”

“Two cards please,” Buffy said sweetly. “I’m not sure how much we’ll see of Willow now. I guess she’s got a spanking new friend and you know how that can be…”

“Oh, yes we’ve enjoyed spanking. Have you and Spike?”

Xander choked on the chips he had been eating and first looked at Anya and then at Buffy in shock. “Food. Stuck in throat. Dying.”

“No, not yet Anya.” Buffy smiled at Xander and pounded on his back twice with her fingers balled up in a fist. “Better?”

“Only slightly but I’m pretty sure that my ears are bleeding.”

“Vampires are known to enjoy spanking and bondage, especially since they can heal very fast.”

“Really? He hasn’t mentioned…okay, he did once, but we weren’t together then--.”

“Does he bite during climax? I dated this vampire once--.”

“Am I invisible here?” Xander covered his ears and looked as if he was sick to his stomach. “No more sex talk and definitely no Spike sex talk!”

“Xander, newsflash: Buffy and Spike are dating.”

“He doesn’t know?”

“He knows now!” Xander screeched.

Buffy touched Xander’s arm and looked him in the eye. “Spike and I are a couple now. But we’re kinda…taking a break. It’s actually a bet. We’re trying to see if we can stay apart for a few days and whoever caves and goes to the other first loses.”

“Xander, give me five. That’s a good idea, it’s like a way to guarantee make-up sex.”

“You think? But we aren’t mad at each other…”

“Ahn, you can’t have five cards. The max is four and that’s only if you have an ace.”

“Give me four.”

Xander didn’t move to deal her any cards. “Let’s see the ace.”

“Fine. Three. What a stupid game. All these rules to win little plastic disks.”

“Chips,” Xander corrected. “They’re called chips and they represent money because we are all currently poor. But that’s going to change once my merchandise hits the streets.”

“I can’t buy pretty things with chips.”

“You don’t think he’s mad at me, right? Maybe I really do smother him.” Buffy pouted, looking off into the distance. “Maybe I do cling… I’m-I’m like a wet t-shirt!”

“Hey! Listen to me!” Xander jumped up and grabbed a box from his workbench.

“What’s in there?” Buffy asked.

“Nasty, tasteless energy bars that are supposed to be healthy.”

“Anya, you’re a great salesperson. But I will admit that they leave a bad after-tastelessness. Want to buy a box?”
***

“Buffy, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hey.” She walked past Giles and sat on the sofa. “Everyone’s got their munchies out.” Grinning, she helped herself to a handful of popcorn from the bowl that was on the coffee table. “I didn’t interrupt, did I? I seem to be doing that tonight.”

“No, I’m just wondering what brings you here. Is there a disturbance that I should know about?”

“Well, I was hoping there was a rowdy demon that you could tell me about. Can you look in your books and see if something will be running a-muck tonight? I need something to do.”

“I can look but,” he walked to his bookshelf and thumbed through random texts, “shouldn’t you enjoy a slow night?”

“I’d rather kick demon ass.”

“Oh…alright.” Giles gave up on the books and brought a map to Buffy. “You can look for our commando laboratory--.”

“Spike and I found that days ago. It’s under Riley’s dorm.”

“What? Spike said you wouldn’t--who’s Riley?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Riley’s our commando pal. He said that pretty much everything we knew about them is true--Giles, we are you looking at me like that?”

He pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’ve known for days and I’ve been continuing my research. You’re friends with the enemy.”

“Things have been really busy. It must’ve slipped my mind. I know I told the gang--.”

“I’m the last to know?”

Buffy grimaced at his angry tone, “Sorry. Uh, peace offering?”

“What are those bloody things?”

“I bought them from Xander because I felt guilty for interrupting his sexcapades with Anya. Take them. Boost Bars: ‘The natural food bar that provides a nutritional energy boost for active, health conscious people’.”
***

“What a night.” Buffy arrived home after walking through the cemetery and was disappointed that she had not seen any signs of Spike. “Cocky bastard,” she muttered while undressing.

Unable to stop herself, she peeked out her window and scanned the yard one last time for bleached blonde stalkers. “Who needs him,” she pouted, heading into the bathroom.

“Oh, Buffy, you’re back,” Joyce said, meeting her in the hallway. “Where’s Spike? I heard yelling before and--.”

“Everything’s fine, mom. Spike might be in later but I’m not sure. I’m just going to take a bath and then go to bed.”

“Okay. Goodnight, honey.”

“Night, mom.”
***

Buffy locked the bathroom door and dropped her robe. Wrinkling her nose, she spun in front of the mirror, looking for bruises, war wounds and prior love bites. “Not bad,” she whispered, finding her body free of marks.

Before heading toward the tub, she ran her palms over her hard nipples. “Like I need him to get my happies. I was doing just fine before.”

Buffy leaned over, pulling the bath mat up and adjusting the shower curtain. She looked into the mirror again and quickly pinned up her hair before turning on the faucet.

“The hard part will be thinking of some random celebrity and not my boyfriend,” Buffy said, sitting in the bath and situating her hips so the warm water pounded directly between her legs. Humming, she laid back and allowed her body to relax.

“Stupid vampire,” she sighed, closing her eyes and opening herself wider. Mmmm, sexy stupid vampire, she thought, as little sparks were sent though her body. She chewed on her lower lip, imagining Spike’s smirking face and mischievous blue eyes.

“Oh, Spike…” Whimpering, she arched her back and squeezed her breasts. “More. More.”

“God,” she hissed, holding her hips in the right spot to make her body jerk from the pleasure. “Spike, Spike, Spike,” she chanted until her orgasm left her speechless.

“Oh, wow.” Her hands shook gently as she hurriedly turned off the tap before the tub could overflow.
***

As soon as Buffy stepped into her room, she heard her cell phone ring. “No,” she whined, knowing that only the Scoobies had her number. “I changed my mind. I’m going to sleep. No more slaying tonight.”

“Having fun without me, kitten?”

“Spike?” Buffy jumped, “Where are you?”

“Outside.”

She ran to her window and grinned foolishly, seeing him at the tree in her yard. “Couldn’t stay away?”

“I was just walking by and then I heard all these naughty moans…”

“Just walking by huh?” Buffy pulled up her blinds and squinted at the ground where he was standing. “Baby, there’s about a pack of smoked cigarettes at your feet. I can’t believe I didn’t see them before.”

“Oh those. They aren’t mine.”

“Liar. Are you coming up to see me?”

“I can see you perfectly from down here, sweetheart.”

“What if I move away from my window?”

“I’d like it better if you opened your robe a bit. Show me what I’m missing.”

“So you are missing me?”

“Every second. Flash me, cutie.”

“Someone could see.”

“And it would be their lucky day.”

“You’re evil.” She loosened her robe and let it fall to her feet. Seeing Spike smirk up at her, she pinched and played with one of her nipples. “But, Spikey, I can play too.”

“What do you mean?”

Buffy pulled down the blinds. “Oops, guess you can’t see.”

“That wasn’t very nice.”

“You were cheating and cheating is bad.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Lying in my big empty bed and thinking of how hot your voice is.”

“You’re touching yourself.”

“How do you know that? Oh, there’s that smell-factor, huh? That is so gross.”

“Tell me. How does it feel? What are you fantasizing that I’m doing to you?”

“No…don’t want to.” Buffy made a whimper and tried not to laugh as Spike groaned in response. “Spike, are you touching yourself?”

“That is none of your business.”

“It will be when I have to bail your ass out of jail for lewd behavior.”

“It that what your thinking about, my ass? What are you doing to it, sweetness?”

“This is so…”

“Don’t be bashful. Talk to me. Tell me what you were thinking about earlier. What are you thinking about now?”

“I think you talk too much. And I think my hand it getting tired--.” She giggled as Spike made another noise, “I mean from holding the phone, you perv.”

“Don’t hang up.”

“But…”

“Keep talking to me.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at his desperate growl. “You about to come, Spike? Oh, God, I wish I could see you-hell, I wish you were up here with me. I could see your face, kiss you and touch you.”

“Slayer…”

“I’d, uh, run my fingers down your, um-I don’t think I’m good at this. I’m more of a doer than a talker. If I had you up here…I’d have you coming in no time. I’d tell you how much I love you and then I’d show you. All night long, baby. Mmmm, I miss you and --.” Buffy stopped, listening carefully as Spike came on the other end of the telephone. “Since you’ve lost already, I want you upstairs and inside of me. Hurry, Spike. I need you to make love to me.”
***

“Buffy.” He met her halfway up the stairs and she leapt into his arms. Propping her against the wall, he opened her robe wide and pushed two fingers inside of her.

Kissing him madly, Buffy batted his hands away and blindly reached for the zipper of his pants. “Uh!” she cried out as he filled to the hilt.

“Quiet.”

“Spike,” she whispered, meeting his rapid thrusts. “Never again. Stupid bet. Oh, God! Spike!” To muffle her involuntary sobs, she buried her head into his shoulder, getting a whiff of smoke, cologne and leather. “You-I...God, I love you.”

“Fuck.” He held her higher, pounding into her at a new angle.

Buffy saw his eyes roll back and pulled him to her for more kissing. “Don’t you have something to tell me?” she said with ragged breath. “Please?”

“I can’t go on without you, not even for a few fucking hours. It was worse because I knew that I had to back off--.”

“Nice but...not it.” They locked eyes and Buffy felt herself heading speedily towards release. “Say it.”

“I love you.”

“Oooh,” she hissed. “Again.”

“I love you, Buffy.”

She clung to him, riding out her orgasm and anticipating his. “Oh, Spike. Come for me, baby.” As he exploded with a loud moan, Buffy smiled and whispered how much she cared for him into his ear.

“Hold on tight.”

“Doubt I can hold you any tighter.” Buffy kissed his neck as he carried her to her room. Mmmm, she thought when he lowered her onto the bed. Anya was so right. We need make-up sex more often...
***

"Is Spike coming down for breakfast?"

"Um, no. We're still eh, breaking. He’s not here."

"Breaking things is more like it."

"What?" Buffy stopped pouring cereal to look at her mom.

"Out of the pictures on stairs, two have broken frames and one has cracked glass. And even though you tell me constantly that I don't listen to you, I am not deaf, young lady."

"Eh, sorry, mom. I'll replace the broken stuff."

"Oh, you will and make sure your boyfriend chips in too."
***

"Where'd you go?"

"Breakfast."

Spike grunted, putting a pillow over his head.

"Mom knows you're here."

"Smart lady."

"You're grumpy."

"I'm not."

"Are too."

Buffy patted him on his bare behind. "Move over, baby."

"You can go around. I'm comfortable."

"You won't be comfortable when I spill milk and fun-shaped marshmallows in your hair."

"Then you'd be cleaning me up."

"That would be fun. Move." She tickled the hairs on the back of his neck and sat next to him on the bed. "Drink your blood and be happy." When he continued to grumble, Buffy kissed his shoulder. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. I just choose to be not pleasant."

"You still upset because you lost?" she asked, moving the pillow so she could see his face. She smiled, charmed by his sleepy eyes and messy hair. “You’re exceptionally gorgeous this morning. How do you do that?” Spike’s eyes stayed closed as Buffy settled in the tiny corner of unoccupied space that was left on the bed. “Don’t let me fall, Spike. I’ll be so pissed off.”

He rolled to face her and bent her knee over his side so they could lie as close as possible. “You dressed. Some people should have the decency to ask if anyone would like to accompany them in their shower.”

“Sorry.” Stroking the soft skin under his ears, Buffy gently kissed all over his face. “I guess I’ve been very un-decent lately. Giles is mad at me again because I never told him about Riley and the lab.”

“He’ll get over it.”

“I hope so but I’ll have to go back to calling him every night.”

“Shouldn’t that guy have more of a life than waiting for you to call?”

“I don’t know... The library was his life and that got fried. He has a girlfriend in England but I’ve never seen her. She doesn’t come to visit. And whenever I talk about my psych professor, his eye, like, twitches.”

“Mid-life crisis, pet. It happens to all of us. Even those as exciting as a bag of rocks.”

“What about you? How old were you when you died?”

“You’re bloody nosy.”

“I want to know more about you, Spike. Your name was William, right? William the Bloody,” she smirked. “I can’t see you as a William.”

“Then I did well, yeah?”

“What do you mean?”

“You should get to school. Get a head start.”

“You’re avoiding my questions.”

“You’re being meddlesome.”

“I’m not and you shouldn’t be so eager to get rid of me. Tonight’s my girl party--.”

“Fine. Would I seem more like a William if I had glasses, a brown mop and the ponciest clothes imaginable?”

“Uh, maybe.”

“And then add the fact that I lived with my mother and that I never had a proper shag until I was dead.” Spike glared but humiliation was easily seen in his blue eyes. “I was pitiful and pathetic. I wrote poetry,” he laughed bitterly. “Rotten, horrid poems. I was known as William the Bloody before Dru came along. I just shortened it up a bit because in my human days I was affectionately called William the Bloody Awful Poet. Happy now, pet? There’s all about me.”

Buffy’s heart ached and she swallowed, unable to speak.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes down. Acting calm, he slipped his hand under Buffy’s halter and stroked her breast with a shaking hand. “I don’t want you to think of me differently. William’s long gone and you’re stuck with just Spike now.”

“You’re blood’s probably cold by now and the cereal...it’s probably soggy,” she said lamely, smoothing down his wild hair.

“Sod breakfast.” Buffy gasped as he pulled her into a crushing embrace. “I love you, Buffy.”

“Spike,” she said, warmly. “I--.”

He covered her mouth with his, not letting her finish.
***

"Spike, good morning."

"Joyce." Taking his coat off of his head, he backed away from the front door.

"You were trying to sneak away."

"No, of course not. How are you today, love?"

"Busy. I'll be baking all day for Buffy's party."

"Oh? You need a hand?"

Joyce grinned, "I have two aprons."

"I don't need an apron..." Spike looked at checkered wrap in distaste.

"I insist." Joyce slipped it over his head. "You're so sweet to volunteer, Spike."

"I guess," he grumbled, tying the strings behind him. "So, what are we cooking?"
***

"Riley! Wait up!"

"Buffy, hey."

"Hey to you too. I was wondering if I could talk to you about...uh, class. Are you free for lunch?"

"Sure," Riley said, smiling. "I'm very free."

"Okay, eh, let's go?"
***