Title: Lollipops and Ice-cream

Author: Sarah Aless

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Rating: NC-17 – eventually (though it’s just in Spike’s head for now)

Pairing: B/S

Spoilers: None really but set after Season 6 episode ‘Gone’.

Disclaimer: Y'know I wish they were mine. Unfortunately it still hasn't happened. Joss and ME own them I'm just using them for my own smutty ends.

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Summary: Spike just can’t work out what’s gotten into Buffy and Buffy’s no help at all!

A/N: For the purposes of this story Giles came back after Buffy was resurrected, moved back into his old apartment and did not go back to Britain at the end of Tabula Rasa. Everything else is normal Season 6 after Gone but before As You Were.

Chapter 1

There she was. His girl. Yeah, he wished! Close enough to it though, he was shagging her wasn’t he? Even if she didn’t act like they had more than a passing acquaintance most of the time.

Well if shagging was all it was for now he’d settle for it. In fact let’s just see if the Slayer wasn’t up for a little rough and tumble right now.

She was sitting on a swing in the park. Her hair was tied into adorable little pigtails. He loved her hair like that; she looked so cute even though he knew how powerful she was. Combined with the denim overalls and bright red t-shirt she was wearing they gave a false impression of what exactly this girl was.

Stealthily he approached her from behind, she didn’t move at all. He’d seen her pull the ‘innocent young girl’ trick to lure the vamps before. He was fully ready to avoid the inevitable blow.

He was shocked when he managed to get right up to her and still wasn’t getting any sense that she was ready to strike. Maybe she knew it was him, she had to know he was there! Slayer after all. He slid his arms round her waist from behind and whispered in her ear.

“What are you doing out at night little girl?”

He looked down as he spoke and that’s when he realised she was sucking her thumb! It was adorable, but in his opinion a little over the top for luring the vampires. His voice in her ear had an electric effect.

“Daddy?” she exclaimed excitedly, pulling her thumb from her mouth. It was a new one on Spike but he was game if she was.

She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. A pout instantly forming on her lips she looked at him reproachfully.

“You’re not my daddy!”

“Well done for noticing luv.” Spike said a little perplexed now, and about to become more so.

“I….I can’t….” she said the pouty lip beginning to tremble. “I’m not supposed to….”

With that she took off at a run, leaving a very confused Spike behind. It was nothing new for her to run off, but at least usually she waited ’til after they’d shagged. Something strange was going on here. Spike stalked off in the direction she’d gone determined to find out what was going on.

Just round the first corner he ran slap bang into Willow, who was running along at top speed. Spike got up first and immediately went to help her up.

“Sorry about that Red.” He said chuckling a little. “Where’s the fire?”

“Huh? Oh, right fire - cos of the running. No, no fire unless they made her a pyromaniac too. Oh what if they did?”

“Er, luv?” Spike said, very much amused at the flustered witch currently chewing her lip in front of him. “Care to fill me in on what that little speech was all about?”

“Have you seen Buffy?” Willow asked, apparently not having heard a single word that he just said. “We really need to find her.”

“Must be the night for it.” Spike replied. “Was looking for the Slayer myself, well chasing after her more like. Just saw her down at the playground and she seemed a bit off. Is there something going on Willow?”

“Warren and Jonathan and the other one again. Which way did she go?”

“Those tossers again?” Spike groaned. “What have they done this time?”

“Erm can we talk while we walk?” Willow asked looking around distractedly for her errant friend.

“Sure thing Red.” Spike said. “I think she went this way.” As they walked Willow began to fill Spike in on the night’s events.

“Buffy was out patrolling and they hit her with something, some kind of spell or something. They tried to grab her and we thought she was ok when she started to fight them off. Then we realised she wasn’t fighting like normal. I mean she still seemed to be totally having of the slayer strength but definitely points deducted for presentation. She scratched Jonathans face, stomped on Warren’s foot and pushed Tuckers brother into a bush – thirty feet away. Then she told them they were all big stupid heads and she was going to tell her mommy and ran away crying.”

“She did what?” Spike said not sure whether he was amused or disturbed by the story.

“I know! Giles was out with us and we followed her but he was the only one she would only speak to. He thinks that they were trying to kidnap her for some reason and to do that they were trying to turn her into a child. Smaller Buffy, not all Chosen yet, much easier to capture. Only it didn’t work properly and voila! One, really mixed up, still normal sized Slayer who seems to think she’s four years old again. Giles said that her memories got all scrambled up, she remembers some things, like Giles, from recently but she’s acting like a four year old.”

“Then what the hell are you doing letting her wander about on her own?” Spike asked impatiently. “Those bloody idiots could get their hands on her again.”

“Well, turns out, Buffy as a child – not big with the obedience. We took her back to Giles’ house and he told her to stay put with me and Xand while he went and got some books from the Magic Box and like two seconds after he left she barged through us and ran off. I’m so worried Spike!”

“Don’t worry Red.” Spike said slightly less impatiently than before. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this but she’s scared. I can smell it. Shouldn’t take too long for me to track her down.”

Buffy’s scent led them straight to her house and they found her huddled on the porch sucking her thumb and crying. When she saw them coming up the walk her eyes narrowed and she armed herself with a pot of geraniums.

“Buffy.” Willow said cautiously edging closer to the porch. “It’s ok sweetie. We’re not going to hurt you. You remember me from before right? Willow?”

Buffy’s scowl deepened.

“He’s a bad mean stranger!” Buffy yelled pointing at Spike. “He tried to take me away when I was on the swing. Mommy says I’m not to talk to strangers and I have to tell her if a stranger tries to talk to me or touch me.”

“Well, that’s right Buffy.” Willow said worriedly, inching a little closer. “But Spike’s not bad or mean….”

“Hey!” Spike interjected, “can still be mean when I want to be you know!”

“See!” said Buffy looking pointedly at Willow.

Willow turned an exasperated face to Spike. “You’re not helping you know. Buffy, Spike is just playing. He’s a nice man really, I know you feel confused sweetie but you do know him, and you like him…….really you do.”

Spike couldn’t help a smirk at that. If only Willow knew exactly how much Buffy liked him! Rather than bring that up though he decided to concentrate on the task at hand, making sure Buffy came back to Giles with them and didn’t run off again.

“It’s ok kitten,” he said moving slowly past Willow and up onto the first porch step, continuing to inch closer as he spoke. “Red here is right. We’re friends. So why don’t you……OW!!!!Bloody Hell!”

Buffy had launched the geranium complete with pot, hitting him hard square on the forehead. The painful blow caused his demon to surface for a second and he was amazed to find Buffy laughing at his face change. He felt a brief surge of pride, should have known his Buffy wouldn’t be afraid, even at four years old.

Buffy giggled pointing at his recently bumpy forehead.

“Do it again.” She shouted bouncing up and down gleefully.

“No!” Spike growled. “I’m not a bloody carnival freak show. Now come with us Buffy!”

Buffy pouted, preparing to launch another pot at him. “Again!” she petulantly demanded.

Spike flashed his bumpy’s for a second careful to keep his eyes and mouth closed lest he actually scare her. As she giggled again he reached out his hand for her to take but she refused, simply reiterating her desire for him to ‘do it again’.

Spike gave in and flashed his forehead again. Buffy instantly dissolved into a fit of the giggles on the floor next to the porch swing. Spike seized his chance and grabbed her around the waist to lift her off the porch.

Realising his intent Buffy shrieked and clung on to the porch swing. Spike immediately found that Willow’s assertion that her Slayer strength hadn’t been wiped out, was 100% correct. Apart from getting her on her feet he couldn’t budge her. It was like her hands were welded onto the swing.

Taking Spike completely by surprise, Buffy suddenly stomped hard on his foot and made a run for it. Recovering quickly, Spike caught her by her overalls where the straps met in back. Hauling her backwards, he spun her round and before Buffy knew what was happening she found herself hefted over Spike’s shoulder.

“Eeep!” she cried, then, giggling again added “Wheeee!” as Spike turned around to carry her off the porch.

“Hi Willow.” Buffy said brightly as Spike stalked past the bemused witch. “This is fun! You should try it when I’m done!”

Spike had already seen (and been hurt by) enough of ‘kiddy Buffy’ for his liking. The sooner he got her to Giles’ and they put her back to normal the better in his book.

The desire to have her put back to herself quickly became a necessity for Spike. Buffy began wriggling and squirming over his shoulder, her perfectly formed and very ‘grown-woman’ sized ass was just inches from the side of his face.

The rational part of his brain might be fully aware that now was not an appropriate time to be thinking of her in anything resembling a sexual manner, but the part that controlled his libido had other ideas as he hurriedly averted his gaze from the wriggling bottom that taunted him.

To put it in Buffy’s ineloquent yet expressive language, he was wigging big time; over Buffy’s current state and his own. He always found every move Buffy made sexy and he was having considerable trouble switching it off. For all she was undoubtedly acting like a child she still looked like the Buffy he had taken lustfully not twenty four hours ago.

Setting the Slayer to rights was definitely the most important job in the world just now as the situation was already beginning to feel just a little like torture. With a determined set to his jaw he picked up his pace causing Willow to have to trot to keep up with him as he headed resolutely for Giles’ apartment.

TBC……….So, has my dementia already kicked in or are you liking it? More?


Chapter 2


By the time they reached Giles’ apartment Willow was sure that they had probably come close to breaking the land speed record. Panting and flushed she was relieved to see that Spike was slowing down as they approached the apartment complex. She was glad they had hurried though when Buffy started up a plaintive whining.

“It hurts my tummy Mr Spike. Can I get down now? I’ll be good, I promise. Let me down.” When it became apparent that Spike was about to do no such thing until she was safely IN Giles’ place she kicked her legs and said loudly and petulantly. “LET ME DOWN!”

“Shhh Buffy it’s ok.” Willow said to the back of Buffy’s head. “We’re going to Giles house. You like Giles don’t you? Dawnie will be there.”

“Dawnie?” Buffy said stilling her struggles and trying to raise her head to look at Willow. “I’m supposed to take care of Dawnie. Oh, Mommy’s going to be so cross with me.”

She immediately began to chew her lip and the wriggling and protesting stopped. She was being so quiet that as soon as Willow had closed Giles’ door behind them and positioned herself in front of it Spike set Buffy right down.

“Oh good. You found her.” Giles stood up from the table where numerous books were strewn about.

“Library man!” Buffy yelled excitedly when he stood up; evidently his old job was one of the recent memories that hadn’t gone walk-about. Without warning she launched herself at him. Almost knocking him down, she hugged him fiercely until he was sputtering and blue in the face.

“Library man looks after me now!” she turned to inform the others enthusiastically. “Cos Daddy went away and Mommy…..Mommy…..”

Spike had a feeling he knew what was coming and winced anticipating the wail.

“I want my Mommy! Where’s my Mommy?”

“Shhh Buffy. Shhh” Giles said smoothing down her hair and attempting to pull her into a hug which she resisted. They needed to get her switched back before this started distressing her too much, Giles didn’t know what he’d do if he had to explain to her that her Mommy wouldn’t be coming.

Dawn who had been standing in the kitchen watching open mouthed until now decided to see if her presence might help ground her sister. She moved toward Buffy.

“Hey Buffy it’s me. Dawn. Remember me?”

Buffy stopped wailing her grimace replaced by an extremely perplexed expression. “Silly!” she said “You’re not my Dawn. Dawnie’s just a baby! Oh! Where’s Dawn? Mommy said to take care of her!”

Now that she seemed to think she’d lost her sister and had uttered the ‘M’ word again Willow Spike and Dawn braced themselves for another crying fit.

Giles however remembered something about his charge from when they had first met. He could only hope that she had been as fond of lollipops at four as she had been at sixteen and that it would be an adequate diversion. Quickly retrieving one from a secret stash of candy in his desk drawer he went straight to the root of the problem and popped it into Buffy’s mouth.

“Thank you Mr Giles.” Buffy smiled sunnily at him, though her eyes were still a little watery.

Giles quickly manoeuvred her to his couch and crouched down in front of the now seated Slayer.

“Now Buffy. Are you listening to me?” She nodded sucking noisily on the lollipop, her feet turned inward and scraping the floor in front of her. “Good girl. Stop fidgeting. Now, Willow, Dawn and I have to go to my shop to do some very important work. So we need you to be a good girl and stay here with Spike.”

Whatever Buffy’s answer to Giles’ plan might have been it was lost under Dawn and Spike’s collective protests.

“She’s my sister Giles! I should stay with her. I’m not a kid you know I can handle this!”

“Hey, I got her here didn’t I Rupert. No-one mentioned Slayer sitting being part of the bargain.”

Giles stood up and began to clean his glasses as he sighed deeply. “Dawn I want you to come with us as your presence will do nothing but confuse and upset your sister.”

“Where’s my sister?” Buffy said round her lollipop. “We have to find Dawn.”

“You see?” Giles said shushing Buffy and looking pointedly at Dawn who held her hands up in defeat.

“Spike you are the only one strong enough to protect Buffy, especially if those tiresome boys have another go and actually manage to complete the spell. I need Willow with me to help with the research.”

“Why don’t you just take her with you?” Spike challenged. He was still fighting to stop his brain conjuring up memories of the kinds of things he and Buffy usually did when alone. Buffy’s sitting there looking up at him while sucking fastidiously on that lollipop did nothing to help him and the last thing he wanted was to be left alone with her and his overactive memory.

“She would be too big of a distraction to take with us….Buffy stop that!” Giles said finishing with a glare at Buffy who, evidently bored had moved from the sofa and pulled some of his records out of their sleeves, and was currently tapping on one of them with the sticky candy as if it were a cymbal.

“You see what I mean?” he continued to Spike as Buffy sulkily sucked at her lollipop and took a seat back on the couch again. “We need to sort this out soon. We’ll be as quick as we can. I’m sure Buffy will be grateful for your help once we have the spell reversed.”

Spike narrowed his eyes at the Watcher, the man was almost as bad as Buffy for knowing how to get around him.

“Fine!” he growled “On your merry way then. Bugger off!”

Buffy giggled. “You talk funny.” She said to Spike. It is a universal fact that any child will instinctively pick the ‘bad’ words out of any sentence they weren’t supposed to hear. Even when no-one has actually told them which are the bad words. Bewitched Buffy was no exception. “Bugger off, bugger off, bugger off.” She sing-songed delighted with herself.

“Buffy that’s not a nice thing to say. Spike was very naughty to say it and you mustn’t repeat it again.” Giles said glaring at Spike. “I know she looks like our Buffy, Spike, but please try to remember she doesn’t really know what she’s doing. And well, frankly, it just seems………….unseemly, to have her swearing like that.”

Spike opened his mouth to say that Buffy was a grown woman and as she was going to be put back soon enough it wasn’t really like it mattered if she picked up a mild swear-word or two. He shut it again though when he realised she was pouting and looked genuinely upset that Giles had told her off.

“Ok I got it. No swearing around the Slayer. Now off you go and for God’s sake make it quick mate.”

“Right then. Buffy. Buffy! What on earth are you doing?” Giles said to the Slayer who was currently shoving her arm as far down the back of his couch as she could.

“Looking for change Mr Giles.” She answered still delving beneath the cushions. “The money monster lives in the couch and steals all your spare change when you’re not looking.” She added conspiratorially.

“There’s nothing down there Buffy now listen to me. BUFFY!” she finally stopped delving and sat herself properly on the seat. “Are you listening? Good. We’re going now; we’ll be back as soon as possible. Spike is staying; he’s your sitter Buffy so you must mind him. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mr Giles.” Buffy said nodding her head emphatically to emphasise her comprehension. “I’ll behave for Mr Spike.”

“Good. We’re going now then. Stay here with Spike until we get back.”

Spike saw them out of the door and turned to see Buffy sitting quietly on the couch scuffing her feet back and forth as she picked at a thread on her overalls. Why couldn’t those incompetent bastards have managed to shrink her as well?

If they had done the spell right his view of Buffy wouldn’t be constantly being interrupted by strong flashes of her pinning him down last night and kissing his face off as she ground against his groin driving them both wild.

With a heavy sigh he shut the door and rested his forehead against it as he told himself to get a grip. He wasn’t a bloody animal. He could help the Slayer, keep her safe without turning into a raging hormone bomb couldn’t he?

Turning back once again he saw she was kneeling on the sofa facing him, huge grin on her face pulling her lollipop in and out of her mouth as she sucked.

Internally, Spike groaned loudly at the sight. ‘You’d better be quick Watcher! I’m up shit creek without a boat never mind a bloody paddle here!’

TBC



Chapter 3

‘She doesn’t know what she’s doing, she doesn’t know what she’s doing’ Spike chanted in his head as he took a deep breath and prepared to go into the breech.

His progress across the room towards Buffy was halted when she slowly pulled the lollipop out of her mouth. Her perfect lips melding themselves to its shape as it passed between them.

Spike was struck dumb; the entirely innocent act just looked so sexual coming from the full-grown woman before him. The woman who he knew was more than proficient in the act which her movement caused unbidden images of in his mind. He almost hit the floor as, when the lollipop was all the way out of her mouth her tongue snaked out and licked once at the candy.

If he’d had a stake right there Spike was sure he’d have offed himself. It was the kind of teasing thing Buffy only ever did for him when they were alone and his body was reacting despite his minds vehement protests.

She fixed him with an extremely mischievous gaze.

“They’ve gone now.” She said impishly “We can have lots of fun now!”

Spike did a double take – was she playing with him? Had the spell worn off of its own accord?

When she looked at him, impish grin still in place licking as she began sucking her candy treat again, Spike was certain that this was his Buffy. He needed to tell Giles and the others, but first she was going to pay for teasing him like that!

Quick as a flash he was over at the couch and had flung her down on her back pinning her arms down as she giggled loudly.

“So you were just playing the little girl pet were you?” he said in serious tones.

Buffy nodded, serious herself now. “I’m a big girl!”

Spike growled at her, still playing the tease!

Buffy craned her neck to lean up and whisper in his ear. “Guess what I want to do?”

Spike pulled his head back a little to lift an eyebrow at her. “Think I might have an idea luv. In your watchers house too! Didn’t think you had it in you luv.”

“You sure do talk funny.” Buffy giggled at him, before returning her voice to a whisper again. “I know where Mr Giles keeps his chocolate ice-cream! He thinks I don’t know where he hides it but I found it! We can eat just a little bit and he won’t know.”

Spike froze, just about to lean down and kiss the breath out of her. His head was spinning he didn’t know what was going on anymore, was this his Buffy playing with him or had he made a terrible misjudgement. Her next question answered his own.

“Does ice-cream make your face go bumpy Mr Spike? Cos that’d be funny. Can I get up now or do I have to say ‘uncle’?”

Spike shot up off Buffy and the couch as if they were doused in holy water.

“I thought you just said you were a big girl.” He said suspiciously still not entirely sure if he was being played with here.

“I am!” Buffy said indignantly struggling to pull herself upright. “I’ll be FIVE soon! I’m way bigger than Dawnie!”

Spike blushed. He actually blushed, bright red in a way he would have sworn was impossible for him. His brain was in overdrive.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’ he cursed to himself ‘what the hell was I thinking? God I didn’t even find out if she was better before I jumped on her. And I was going to kiss her, God! Talk about traumatising a kid! Fuck! I’m such an idiot, an idiot. I have to call Giles and tell him to send someone back here; I’m not fit to be around her. God what was I thinking!’

Buffy had by now managed to get up from the sofa and she moved forward to take Spike’s hand and lead him into the kitchen. The feel of her fingers on his palm woke Spike from his self condemnation with a start and he yanked his hand away as if she’d pressed a cross into it.

A puzzled look settled on Buffy’s face and she reached for his hand again, the puzzled look being replaced with a hurt one when Spike pulled his hand back again and started to back away from her. His struggle to control his emotions was so evident on his face that even in her decreased capacity Buffy knew something was wrong.

She didn’t try to take his hand again; instead she dropped her head and asked in a very small voice. “Was I naughty Mr. Spike? Am I in trouble?” One of her feet turned inward as the hand she’d tried to grasp his with slipped behind her and started pulling absently at the seat of her overalls. She looked up at him with big eyes. “You won’t tell Mr Giles about the ice-cream will you? Please Mr. Spike I- I just thought you might like some.”

Spike’s heart melted at the sight she presented. He couldn’t summon Giles and the others back. The way his slayer was just now she’d take it to men that she had been naughty and probably that he didn’t like her and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

It wasn’t her fault his brain had believed she had been cured like he wanted so readily. He could do this. His girl needed him to take care of her and he got precious little opportunity when she was in her right mind. He could overcome his mutinous body’s urges to make Buffy happy, he knew he could.

Reaching out he lifted her chin on his fingers. “No. I won’t tell stuffy old Mr Giles that we had to feed your sweet tooth. Come on flower-pot; let’s get some ice-cream.”

Buffy smiled broadly at him before starting up a giggle again. “Why did you say ‘flower-pot’ Mr Spike?” she asked following him into the kitchen, and pointing out where Giles stash was.

“Well, Buffy.” Spike said retrieving the ice-cream and fetching some bowls. “Where I come from, a little country a long, long way away there are some people who use ‘flower-pot’ as a special name for especially sweet little girls. So that’s why I called you it.”

Buffy grinned and pulled herself up to sit on the counter next to Spike as he started to scoop out ice-cream for each of them.

“Also, my dear.” He continued. “It’s quite apt considering your little trick chucking the geraniums at me earlier.”

Buffy’s brow furrowed when he reminded her of that and Spike rightly presumed she was worried he was going to tell her off for it.

“Cheeky-chops!” he said, tapping a dollop of ice-cream onto her nose, keeping the mood light and averting her fears. Buffy laughed as she wiped the ice-cream off with the back of her hand, licking it the hand as Spike told her how brave and clever she was to have stood up to him when she thought he was a stranger.

Suddenly Buffy’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape as she gasped, looking down at the bowls of ice-cream.

“Mr Spike!” she said in slightly panicked tones. “That’s too much ice-cream. Mr Giles will know we’ve been eating it! You have to just take little bits so he doesn’t know.”

Spike grinned wondering if this was a memory left over from grown-up Buffy. Just how many times had she sneaked bites of the watchers ice-cream? The thought that there was still such a childish playfulness in ‘his’ Buffy made him incredibly happy.

“Hey!” he said, snapping her eyes up to his face with the exclamation. “Who’s your sitter right now? Me or Mr Giles?”

“You.” Buffy answered a little uncertainly.

“Ok so let me worry about the ice-cream, kid ok? Like you said flower-pot, they’re not here now, so you and me are gonna have a blast. Starting with eating this right there on Mr Giles sofa instead of at the counter ok?”

Buffy grinned and jumped down from the counter top grabbing her bowl and a spoon. “Ok Mr. Spike! Race ya!”

She took off out of the kitchen leaving Spike to shake his head and smile as he picked up his own bowl. He could do this he told himself again; just ignore the lust that appeared simply from being near her, no matter what his brain said about it. Just enjoy spending time with the carefree girl he could only wish he’d met before slaying and life in general had tainted her exuberant nature.

TBC


Chapter 4

Instead of joining Buffy on the sofa right away Spike instead walked over to Giles’ desk and picked up the phone. He needed to know how they were getting on, at least if they were on the right track he could see an end in sight and it might make it easier to control the feelings of arousal that Buffy inspired simply by being in the same room.

Buffy watched him intently, listening to every word as she managed to get ice-cream all round her mouth.

“Yes it’s me Rupert. How’s it going?........Really……bloody hell mate can’t you hurry up?..................Get Red on the case……..yeah sorry I’m sure she is……..no, no…hey! I can take care of a four year old y’know……..no she’s not bloody running rings round me!!”

He glanced over at Buffy and gave her an indulgent smile.

“She’s being very good actually!.......yeah ok well just thought the sooner the better, eh mate?........ok see you soon hopefully.”

“Who was that?” Buffy asked curiosity dripping from her voice.

“You know very well, that it was Mr Giles cheeky chops.” Spike answered moving to join her with his ice-cream. “Just checking how his important job was going.”

“You talk like Mr Giles” Buffy said through a mouthful of frozen dessert. “But better cos you’re more funny!”

As she spoke a trickle of ice cream slipped down her chin and Spike barely stopped himself from leaning forward and licking it off for her. Images of the time she’d been eating a peach and the juice had done the exact same thing flooded his brain. That had been a clean-up that led to an intense make out session and other extremely fun activities.

Spike’s inner struggle to ban the images and stop himself from reacting meant that he snapped when he finally spoke to her. Grabbing a tissue from the coffee table he swiped at the ice-cream as he looked her in the eye.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full Buffy! You’re spilling it down yourself.”

Apparently, disobedient Buffy was back and she seemed unfazed by his slightly terse response. Swallowing most of her mouthful she opened her mouth wide and stuck her chocolate covered tongue out with a “Bleearrrggghh!” followed by an infectious giggle.

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle too. “Buffy!” he admonished lightly “Stop it!”

Still laughing he reached for more tissues and moved to wipe off the ice-cream that had this time dribbled onto the ‘bib’ section of her overalls.

Again he stopped himself short. Had he carried on he would have been brushing against her chest. Innocent as it was and hard as he was fighting his body, it just seemed highly inappropriate. Handing her the tissue he waved in the direction of the stain.

“Wipe that off quick luv.” He said

Buffy stopped laughing and looked down. Taking the tissue she rubbed clumsily at the stain on her front. Although the majority came off there was still a large brown patch on her clothes. When she looked up her bottom lip was trembling and her eyes brimmed with tears.

“Oh Mr Spike you have to wash it off. Mr Giles will know I ate his ice-cream! Please Mr Spike, please!” She said tugging at the fastenings of the overalls and failing abysmally in her haste to loosen them.

“Ok, ok its ok sweetheart.” Spike said taking her hands gently and pulling them away from the overalls. God only knew where he’d be if she suddenly stripped to her underwear and a t-shirt in front of him.

“Just hold on a minute and we’ll sort something out ok. No tears darling, you’re a big girl remember.”

Evidently he was going to have to find something for her to change into; otherwise she was going to keep trying to take off the stained garment. He wracked his brain as Buffy sat by him trying not to cry.

Suddenly an ingenious thought hit him. She’d been training here with Giles yesterday and had come straight to his crypt in her sweats. If he knew Buffy she hadn’t been in them all day, whatever she had changed out of must still be here. Within minutes he’d located her bag and started hunting through it for clothing, tossing stakes pell-mell over his shoulder and burning his hand more than once on a cross.

Finally he located fabric; to his horror, he pulled out a yellow sundress. It was a nice dress but it was just his luck that once she had it on he was going to be tortured by more of her tanned, toned flesh on display.

Looking back at Buffy he decided there was nothing for it, she was in a right old state about her overalls and he wouldn’t know what to do if she started bawling again.

“Here sweetheart,” he said holding the dress out to Buffy. “You go into the bathroom and put this on and then we can sort your overalls out.”

Buffy smiled at him and took the dress then stood before him with her hands behind her back.

“What’s up flower-pot?” Spike asked when she continued to just stand there looking at him.

“I need you to help.” She said “I can’t undo them myself.”

Oh! Spike gulped. He’d seen the trouble she’d had trying to undo the fastenings of her overalls a couple of minutes ago. He really was going to have to help her. With shaking hands he reached forwards and undid the fastenings as quickly as he could without actually touching her chest.

When he was done Buffy skipped off to the bathroom while Spike let out a sigh of relief. Flopping down on Giles sofa, he passed the time mentally berating himself and telling himself just to get a grip.

When Buffy had been gone for easily ten minutes Spike began to get worried. Was there a window in Giles’ bathroom big enough that she could have made an escape through it? He told himself she wouldn’t do that, she seemed to like him now and she’d been good as gold, mostly, since the others had left.

After a couple of more minutes had ticked by and still no sign Spike got up and walked cautiously to the bathroom door, knocking lightly, so as not to startle her.

“Buffy?” he said “Everything ok in there? Are you changed? We need to get working on that stain honey.”

In answer the door opened and Spike didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She had gotten changed alright; she just hadn’t made a very good job of it.

“I think I’m stuck Mr. Spike!” she said, her voice muffled under the fabric as she had her arm and her head squashed halfway through one arm hole of the dress. “Can you help me?”

Buffy began to squirm trying to work her head in or out of the hole, she wasn’t sure which. The movement caused the dress, which was already riding high because of the way it was positioned, to slide higher and as she wiggled Spike caught a flash of her underwear.

Sod eternal damnation, he was already burning in the pits of hell right now, that had to be what this was. She was wearing a bloody thong! And not just any thong but the one that she had ordered him to take off with his teeth last week during one of their delicious little sex games.

With a concerted effort he tried to ignore the memory. Ignore her voice replaying in his head, huskily demanding he slowly pull it off her and then get his mouth back up to her pussy and stay there til he’d satisfied her.

Turning his back for a second he took several large unneeded breaths. He shook his head, clearing the lusty memories. Another breath before he pulled himself up straight and determined, put on his resolve face and turned to help her.

TBC………..
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Chapter 5

It took another good couple of minutes to get Buffy’s arms and head through the right holes. Spike refused to look at her as he helped but they finally got it done after they’d gotten her head through the other wrong hole once.

If he could breath Spike was sure he’d be hyperventilating. The whole time he’d had his gaze averted he’d panicked about touching her inappropriately but he just couldn’t make himself look. His mind was in overdrive at the feel of her skin and the smell of her so close to him, looking at her too was undeniably not the way to go.

“All done!” he said, feigning cheerfulness for Buffy’s sake. His relief at accomplishing what had seemed almost impossible caused him to forget all about the stain issue. “What should we do now?”

‘Think damnit!’ he yelled to himself, ‘think of something nice and innocuous that won’t make you crazy.’

“TV!” he said grinning like a maniac, incredibly proud of himself. “Kids like TV right. Let’s see if we can’t find some cartoons eh?”

“Cool!” Buffy exclaimed immediately following Spike back to the sofa the promise of TV making her forget about the overalls too. “You didn’t say if you like my dress. Do I look pretty Mr. Spike?” she asked twirling in front of him as he hunted for the remote control.

“Pretty as a picture luv.” Spike replied with a genuine smile; still warring with himself but unable to ignore the innocent question.

Buffy smiled widely as she sat down on the sofa and Spike turned the TV on and found a channel still showing cartoons. They had only been watching for a minute when Buffy started to fidget.

“What’s wrong honey?” Spike asked.

“This smelly old sofa’s uncomfortable.” Buffy asserted “I think I better sit on your knee Mr. Spike.”

“No!!!” Spike exclaimed backing hurriedly along the seat until his back was smashed against the arm.

Buffy’s pout returned with a quivering vengeance. “Don’t you like me any more Mr. Spike?” she asked. “I thought you were my friend.”

“I am sweetheart I am.” Spike said feeling like the biggest jerk in the world for upsetting her again just because he had to fight for control of himself when she was around.

“Then I can sit on your knee!” Buffy beamed brightly, the pout disappearing with suspicious speed.

“Ok, ok.” Spike knew when he was beat. “But you have to be a good girl and sit nice and watch the funny cat on the telly ok?”

“I’ll be good Mr. Spike.” Buffy assured him wasting no time in positioning herself on his lap.

Spike immediately sat straight upright with tension as Buffy slouched in his lap laughing at the cartoons. Her hair was right by his nose and the delicious smell slowly invaded his senses. More memories of the dangerous variety began to swarm unbidden into his brain.

Spike was just reaching the point of jumping up from the seat to get away from her for two seconds in order to sort his head out when Buffy did the worst possible thing she could. Giggling loudly she squirmed in his lap, pushing back against his groin.

Spike was mortified when the combined effects of the persistent and infuriating memories and the pressure of her bum made him grow hard. ‘Oh god I’m disgusting, I’m disgusting’ he said to himself.

Of course Buffy was entirely oblivious and wriggled a bit more getting herself comfy. Spike seriously thought he was about to cry, how could this get any worse? Of course that thought could only possibly mean one thing. It was about to get a LOT worse.

The cartoon she had been watching ended and Buffy was uninterested in the commercial break which followed. Clumsily she turned herself round on Spike’s lap so that her legs were bent on the sofa either side of his.

“Are you sleeping Mr. Spike?” she asked curiously on finding Spike sitting bolt upright with his eyes screwed shut. He was desperately trying to will away his bodies involuntary reaction to hers.

He thought it safest not to answer, maybe she’d climb off his lap if she thought he was sleeping. Of course Buffy had other ideas.

“Mr. Spi-ike!” She sing-songed lifting her hand to tug his eyelid open. “It’s not nap time silly! Wakey wakey sleepy head!”

Spike gulped before letting out a strangled groan as Buffy moved herself forward prying both lids up and sticking her face right in front of him. “I’m awake I’m awake!” he said desperately, taking her upper arms and gently placing her further back along his thighs, out of the danger zone.

Buffy pouted for a moment staring at him intently. “Are you going to go bumpy again?” She asked him.

“No luv. No bumps here.” He said still struggling to get a grip on himself.

“But your face went all red and angry looking like on the porch when you went bumpy.”

“I just had a bit of a cramp sweetheart.” Spike said, starting to regain a little composure now.

“I want you to go bumpy.” Buffy demanded.

“Not just now eh?” Spike said, thinking it probably wasn’t wise to let his demon to the fore just now.

“Please. Please, please, please Mr. Spike.” Buffy said turning on the big puppy eyes that he couldn’t resist in even normal circumstances. “I’ll be really good I promise.”
“Ok,” he sighed, “but only once ok. And only for a second or two.”

“Ok!” Buffy smiled in obvious joy.

Spike did as she asked and flashed his vamp face again. The requisite giggles rent the air as Buffy enjoyed the show. However it was over too quickly in Buffy’s mind and when Spike changed his features back ready to move her off his lap and try to find some distraction, she reached out with her right hand and started to prod his forehead.

“Make it stay bumpy!” she demanded, prodding repeatedly.

“No Buffy, I said just once and I meant it.” Spike said.

Buffy didn’t heed a word and kept prodding now using both hands. Gently but firmly Spike took her wrists in his hands and held them away from him.

She laughed and tried to pull her hands free causing another of those increasingly frequent flashes in Spike’s brain. He and Buffy tearing each others clothes off in his crypt. Wrestling to be the one in control, pinioning each others arms just as he was doing with hers now.

There was only one thing for it. Spike put his vamp face on and Buffy immediately stopped trying to free her hands.

“That’s soooo neat!” she squealed excitedly. “I like you Mr.Spike, you’re my favouritest grown-up!” Suddenly she launched herself forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. She hugged him fiercely. Her smell haunting him again along with the feel of her body pressed against his.

‘I’m a very bad man!’ was all Spike could think as his body reacted again. Carefully he extracted himself from her hug, setting her on her feet before him.

“Well, I like you too Buffy, you’re a lovely little girl. Let’s have some fun shall we?” He racked his brain. With a smile he finally spoke. “Wanna play hide and seek?”

He had to have a physical break from her. He knew there was no way on earth he was going to do anything to her no matter how bad it got but this was killing him as surely as if he decided to go out and have an hours sunbathing. He couldn’t tell her that, for some reason she was very attached to him and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings. He just prayed she’d agree to play and thus give him the tiniest respite from her intoxicating presence and his overwhelming guilt.

TBC………..
There may actually be some ‘relief’ insight for Spike, then again………………..want more?