17 Move Over Mr. Gordo
"Spike has never lied to me."
"Well, technically, pet..." Buffy's elbow to his mid-section cut off whatever he'd been about to say, and he waited quietly, rubbing his diaphragm.
"You cannot seriously be thinking about..."
"I'm not thinking anything, Giles. I'm just telling you that I'm not going to slay Spike unless he gives me a reason to. Anything else is between him and me. It's not your business, and it's not the Council's."
"Considering that it was the Council's intervention that was responsible for our timely arrival, I feel fairly certain that they will consider it more than their business if they find you have taken up with another vampire." He looked at Spike's hand, noting that it still rested lightly on Buffy's shoulder, then raised his eyes to the vampire's. "Do you recall our conversation about how unlikely it is that you will ever be out of his shadow?"
Spike's faced darkened and there was the trace of a growl in his voice when he replied. "Not feeling all that shadowed right now," he said. "And I don't give a bloody rip about anyone else's opinion but hers."
"You are putting her in grave danger," Giles insisted.
"'Her' is standing right here!" Buffy said, waving her hand between them. "What the hell are you two talking about?"
"Tell you later," Spike said. His gaze challenged Giles' disapproving eyes. "When we're alone."
Buffy saw her watcher's jaw tighten at Spike's obvious assumption that he and Buffy would be spending more time together, and she sighed. "Stop it," she hissed. "Don't make things worse than they already are."
The three-way standoff might have continued for some time, had the uniformed man who had arrived with Giles not chosen to approach them.
"Mr. Giles, is this the young lady we were here to rescue? I'm a little confused, and wondering if drugs might somehow be involved. According to our prisoners, she killed several attackers; and yet, they also are insisting that the military personnel who have been incapacitated were fighting only with the young man behind her. Who, they are insisting is a... vampire?"
Giles heaved a sigh and moved toward the other man. "Let's you and I find a place to chat about this, shall we? Perhaps we can get one of your prisoners to give us a tour of the facility and explain what was going on here."
As soon as he had ushered the man down the hall, Spike said, "That was our exit cue, pet. Time to go."
Buffy nodded and looked up and down the hall. "But which way? I wasn't exactly taking notes when they brought me in here."
He sniffed the air a few times, then gestured. "Fresh air coming from this direction, and that's where our 'rescuers' came from. Let's get out of here before they find out I'm one of the demons they're about to meet."
With a nod, she followed him to the doors of the facility, only to discover that it was now broad daylight... and sunny.
"Bloody California weather," Spike muttered, shrinking back against the inside wall.
"Your fault for being flammable," Buffy said, looking around for the nearest manhole cover or shade. "Look – over there. Can you put your coat over your head and make it to that manhole?"
Spike peered cautiously around the door and nodded. "I think so. If you run over there and hold it open so that all I have to do st dive in..."
"Okay." Buffy darted to the manhole and yanked on the cover, falling backwards as it came up much more easily than she had expected. "Ow!"
Spike shot across the intervening space, diving head first into the opening. As he went past her, Buffy heard him ask, "Are you alright?"
She sat up and leaned over the dark hole. "Spike? Where are you? Are you okay?"
A string of curses met her question and she leaned back in relief. "Is that a 'yes'?"
The voice got louder as Spike climbed the ladder and stopped just short of the sunny opening. Buffy gazed down at him, smothering a snicker when she saw that he was dripping in foul-smelling water.
"Laugh, and I swear I'll bite you," he snarled, reaching up with one hand, then snatching it back when it began to smoke.
"You can't reach me. So, nani, nani, boo boo." Buffy giggled and stuck out her tongue as she stood up. "I'm going back to the dorm to get cleaned up and take a nap," she said. "You can come over later – when you've had a shower and changed your clothes."
"Oh, I see how it is. Man gets a little messy and suddenly he's not good enough for the Slayer to walk home with him."
"You stink, Spike. A lot. And if I walk home with you down there, I'll stink too. Go home. Get clean." She paused then leaned over again until she could see his face. "And don't eat anybody, okay?"
"Only you, pet. Only you."
Buffy rolled her eyes at his leering face and snapped, "Pig!."
"Oink, oink," he replied, dropping with a splash back into the water below. "See you in a while, love."
Buffy slid the manhole cover back into place and began walking toward the dorm.
"Stupid piggy vampire," she muttered, even as certain body parts warmed up as a result of what he'd said.
Buffy had just woken up from a much-needed nap when she saw Willow standing in the doorway and whispering to someone. She sat up and called out, "Wiilow? Who's out there?"
Willow turned around, her expression apologetic. "I'm sorry. I was trying to be quiet so we didn't wake you."
Buffy padded over to the door and peeked around Willow's shoulder.
"Oh. Hi," she said to the blushing girl standing there. "I'm Buffy. Willow's roommate."
"T....Tara," the other girl responded.
"Tara's in my Wicca group," Willow said, smiling at her new friend. "We were going to um... work on spells... here, but since you're here, I guess we can go to her apartment."
Buffy frowned. "Why? I'm awake now, and I'll probably be going out later. There's no reason why you can't do it here. I'll be very quiet - I promise."
The two Wiccas exchanged looks and the blonde girl ducked her head and blushed again. Willow shook her head, saying, "No, it's okay. Anyway, you might want... " She stopped, not sure what to say about Spike. Although Buffy had yet to fill her in on where she'd been and what had happened, Spike had been in Buffy's company so often lately that it seemed natural to assume he would show up when the sun was down. Particularly after she'd heard an abridged version of the day's activities from Giles.
"Yeah." Buffy nodded. "Tara might not be ready to meet... Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then. I have a lot to tell you."
"I'm sure you do," Willow said with a sly smile. "I've already heard the Giles version."
"Oh." Buffy blushed, unable to think of a quick response. With a wave, Willow went out, leaving the door open. Her voice drifted back, "Tell Spike I said 'Hi'."
"Smartass," Buffy muttered, unable to keep a smile off her face. Grabbing her robe and towels, she went down the hall to shower off the accumulated grime from the past two days.
When she came back, key out to open the door, she was surprised to find it unlocked. She entered cautiously, relaxing when she spotted Spike's coat draped over a chair. The vampire himself was lolling on her bed, seemingly immersed in one of her textbooks.
"Are you comfy?" she said, trying for sarcasm but coming perilously close to sounding genuinely interested.
He looked up, acting surprised. Buffy rolled her eyes, knowing full well his vampire hearing and other senses had been fully aware of her before she even opened the door. He laughed and closed the book, keeping his finger in it to save the place.
"I'd be more comfy if you brought your naked little body over her where I can reach it," he said, leering at her as though he could see right through the bathrobe she was holding closed.
"Pig!" She said, throwing her wet towel at his head.
"Is that such a bad thing?" He pointed to Mr. Gordo, who had accompanied Buffy from her mother's house to the college dorm. "Seems to me you have a thing for pigs."
"Mr Gordo is not just a pig! He's... he's... He's Mr. Gordo, and I love him." Buffy clutched the stuffed animal to her chest and tried not to feel like she was being childish.
"Are you five?" Spike, it seemed, was not going to permit her to get away with it. He stood up and moved closer to her.
"He's a different kind of pig," she muttered, placing him casually, but carefully on her desk. "You're one kind, and he's... a different kind."
Spike took her hand and pulled her towards him. "I'm the real, live, breathing... kind," he whispered into her ear. "A lot more fun than any stuffed animal."
"You're none of those things," she gasped, arching her neck to give him better access to it. As he nibbled on the skin of her throat and began to suck on one of the marks he'd left the night before, she said, "Okay. Maybe more fun... and kind of real..."
Spike sat back down, pulling her into his lap and opening the book he was still holding.
"Look," he said, flipping to the page he'd been holding. "Here's what your school book says about the year of the Pig." He began to read aloud, " The Year of the Pig - In Chinese culture, the pig is associated with fertility and virility. To bear children in the Year of the Pig is considered to be very fortunate, for they will be happy and honest—"
"Virility, Slayer. Pay attention."
"I am paying attention. It said 'fertility' and 'virility'. And it's talking about bearing children!"
"Calm down and let me finish," he growled. "You know I can't make you pregnant – just ignore that part."
"So you're not virile?" She giggled when he snarled.
He glared at her. "Do I need to remind you about my missing chip?"
In reply, she leaned up and kissed him on the nose. "I wouldn't, if I were you. Now, what else does it say?"
Somewhat mollified by her teasing tone, he continued:
Positive and Negative Capability
Positive: The Boar can be sensible, sensual and sensitive, sweetly naive, caring, self-sacrificing, erudite, talented, open-handed, candid, outgoing, amusing, charitable, obliging, graciously hospitable and virtuous.
"There! How's that for pig qualities?" He raised his eyebrows triumphantly, only to have Buffy snatch the book from his hand and begin to read herself.
Negatives: The Boar can also be hot-tempered, pessimistic, outrageously epicurean, earthy to a fault, sardonic, snobbish, snide, authoritarian, competitive, know-it-all, stingy, victimized and sometimes downright criminally mad at the world.
She grinned at him. "Yep. Sounds like you, all right."
He took the book from her and dropped it on the floor, then slid his hands into her open bathrobe, pushing it off her shoulders. She squealed and tried to pull it around her body, but he was holding her too tightly.
"We can't... Willow..."
"The witch and her girlfriend are off for the night. I met up with them in the lobby. You won't be seeing them back here any time soon."
"Her... you mean Tara? Her new Wicca friend? And how to do you know what they... girlfriend?"
"I'll explain later, love. Right now I want to show you what it means to be virile."
"How about sensitive and caring and sensual and—"
"Can be whatever you need me to be, Buffy," he said, ceasing his constant nibbling at her neck long enough to meet her eyes. "You tell me what you want from me."
Buffy stared into his eyes, reading all the things she'd been trying not to see, but finding them not nearly as frightening as she'd expected.
"I want the Council not to kill you," she blurted, surprising herself as well as Spike with the desperation in her voice. "And if you stay here, I'm afraid they're going to try."
"Can't leave you, Buffy," he said, falling backwards and pulling her tightly against his body. "Don't make me leave, love. Don't make me leave," he finished in a whisper.
"I don't think they'll let me keep you," she whispered back, not caring that her robe had slid completely off her body and she was naked against him. "I don't know what to do."
"Let me love you. Let me stay here and love you. You know I'll watch your back. We could make you the longest lived slayer in history."
Buffy gave a laugh that was half sob. "I'm not sure the Council would consider that a plus. They already tried to kill me once. The only reason they put up with me is because Faith is crazy and in a coma."
"All the more reason for me to stay here and help you. Even a Council of Wankers wet team would have a rough go against the both of us."
"How do you know about—"
"Been studying slayers a long time, love. Know your enemy and all that."
"Am I your enemy?" Buffy murmured, squirming around on his body until he groaned. Instead of answering her, he toed off his boots and rolled them over until he was on top. He brushed his lips across hers, smiling when her mouth opened in welcome. He grabbed her lower lip in his teeth and growled softly.
"You know you aren't," he said. "Never will be again. Don't care what happens –what you do. I will never be able to think of you as my enemy..." His words trailed off as Buffy fastened her mouth on his and they fell into the kisses that made the world and all its worries fall away. It wasn't long before he was pressing her into the mattress and she was wrapping her legs around him and grinding against him.
"You have too many clothes on," she gasped, holding him so tightly that he couldn't have taken anything off if he'd been trying.
"If you let go of me for a second, I'll take care of that."
She reluctantly relaxed her hold and let her legs fall apart. Immediately, he pulled his T-shirt over his head and rolled to the side to unzip his pants. With Buffy's eager assistance, he shoved his jeans down his legs and kicked them off to join his boots on the floor. Before covering her again, he propped himself up on his arms and stared admiringly. It was the first time he'd actually seen her nude body – the complete darkness having been the key the last time they'd made love – and he paused to savor the sight.
Buffy turned her head to the side where she couldn't see his admiring eyes, but she forced herself to keep her hands at her sides, resisting the urge to cover her body.
"Would make you feel better if you looked, love?" Spike seemed to instinctively understand why she'd turned away. He touched her chin with one finger, gently urging her to turn back to him. "There's nothing here to be ashamed of, Buffy. You're a vision. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He cupped her cheek with his hand, feeling the heat from her blush against his palm.
"You're making me blush," she said softly. "The things you say... Nobody has ever...."
"No one has ever told you how bloody perfect you are? Wankers!" His snort encompassed her previous lovers as well as any man she'd ever met who hadn't fallen at her feet. She smiled at him with more warmth than she'd shown yet. Then, with a smirk, she deliberately ran her eyes down his torso, from his amused face, past his chiseled chest and amazing abs to the slender hips now hovering over her still-open thighs and to the object jutting out from the brown curls at the bottom of his abdomen. She blinked and raised surprised eyes to his.
"It's big," she said, rolling her eyes when he laughed with delight.
"Is," he said, lowering his body to touch hers. "But it all fits, doesn't it?" He nudged at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her. "Do you remember, love? How well it fits?"
"I do," she said, bringing her legs up around his hips and pulling him towards her. Her arms encircled his back and he allowed himself to be pulled into her embrace. "Now, weren't you going to teach me something about your virility...."
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