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Running from the Inevitable by The Enemy of Reality
 
Chapter twenty-four
 
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A/N: Coming up: Back in SunnyD!

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Chapter 24


Spike narrowed his eyes at the Sunnydale sign and resisted the impulse to plough right through it. It wouldn’t do to endanger Buffy’s life, especially since she had dozed off and was now curled against his side. A heavy sigh rolled past his lips as he caressed her arm and pressed a kiss against her temple. Would it be awful of him to turn the car around and dash in the opposite direction?


It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Buffy. He did, really. More than he should, considering his track record with women who always ended up screwing him over. No, it was all about her bleeding friends and their holier-than-thou attitude. The prejudice against his kind was understandable, thanks to the Big Forehead and his own actions, but it put him in the position of a pariah.


Yeah, he couldn’t really see them throwing him a welcome party once they found out he and Buffy were together. What he expected was a chest-full of stakes and threats for him to keep his mitts off the Slayer. Buffy may believe she could ignore their opinions but he knew her, and her friends were one constant in her life she wouldn’t be able to bear losing. So if it came to a choice between him and her mates… well, Spike didn’t like his chances.


He took a grudging turn into the street leading to her house, cursing the fact Sunnydale was so small it took him only a couple of minutes to get around to Revello Drive. He squeezed Buffy’s shoulder and slowed the car down to a halt a few blocks away from her house.


“Wake up,” he whispered into her ear and peppered kisses on her face.


She mumbled something unintelligible and followed it by a grumble of protest as she buried her face in his neck.


“Open those peepers, love. We’re here.”


She yawned loudly and he couldn’t help but chuckle at her disoriented face when she finally opened her sleepy eyes.


“Mmm… you let me fall asleep.” She pouted and glanced out the window. “Why didn’t you stop by my house?”


“Well, I figured someone would be there and I don’t exactly fancy a stake through the heart,” he said with a cocked eyebrow.


“Oh. Good plan.” She stared out the window. “Do I have to go?”


Spike picked up her hand and lifted it to his cheek before kissing her palm. “As much as I’d love to steal you away, I think it would be better if you went… we can meet up later if you want.”


“Sounds like a plan. Got to say I am so not looking forward to the Spanish Inquisition. How am I going to tell them I’m dating you of all former arch-nemesis. Or is it nemesis-es? Huh.”


Spike chuckled and bit her thumb then sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the digit. “Well, just tell them I can make you come with your clothes on and I bet they’ll be all for it.”


“Pig.” Her eyes zeroed in on his mouth as he sucked her finger deeper into his mouth. The nimbleness of his tongue was making her all kinds of dizzy. The things he could do with it…


“Mmmm,” he purred and let the finger pop out of his mouth. “Wanna lick you all over.”


Was he reading her mind now? “Uhh…”


Spike leered and leaned in to nibble on her jaw. “Someone’s articulate today.”


“Your fault. Now kiss me.”


“Oh, I love it when you’re boss-”


Impatient, Buffy cut him off with her lips pressed to his and straddled his lap. The wheel was digging into her back but she couldn’t care less because Spike was languidly tracing her lips with his tongue, his fingers crawling up her ribcage to rest right beneath her breasts.


She loved the way he growled when she settled herself down on his lap more firmly, the bulge at the front of his jeans cradled between her thighs. He was all consuming and passionate, devouring her lips and rubbing her nipples with the pads of his thumbs through the fabric of her halter top. If he kept it up, she’d explode.


Then he tugged on the strings tying her top at the back of her neck and let the material slide down her skin until it revealed her to his hungry touch. She gulped in air when he released her lips and winked at her right before he swept down to kiss her chest.


“God, Spike. What are you…”


“Shh, gotta have a taste.” He circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue, making her squirm and pant as she threaded her fingers in his hair to hold him in place. Right as she was ready to plead with him to do something, he closed his lips around the tip of her breast and sucked it into his mouth.


She bit her lip so hard it started to bleed, arching her back. Accidentally, her elbow hit the steering wheel right smack dab in the middle and the horn let out a jarring loud screech. She jumped up, dislodging Spike’s heavenly mouth and glanced wildly around. How was it that he made her forget herself so easily with a mere kiss and a few touches? Oh, who was she kidding? The way he kissed and used his body should be considered illegal.


“You should go before I shag you right now,” he said roughly and gave her cleavage a last parting kiss before tying the strings of her halter, his hands falling away to rest on her shoulders.


“And that would be… bad?”


“Wanna do it right.” He shot her a shy look that made her whimper, he was so irresistible. “Take my time worshipping every inch of your body. Making you so wet you won’t be able to take it anymore and then… then I’ll…” He pressed his lips against her ear. “Slide right in to the hilt.”


She swallowed and gripped the front of his T-shirt. “That’s just mean. How am I supposed to make my brain work now?”


Spike slid his hands down her sides to her bottom and rolled her hips against him. “You’re not the only one with a big problem here.”


“Oh, I hate you so much,” she said in a breathy voice and kissed him swiftly on the lips.


“Yeah, I hate you too.”


*******


They couldn’t help but indulge in another make out session before she finally unglued her lips from Spike’s and climbed out of the car. He winked at her in that irresistible way that curiously always left her itching to drop her clothes. Well, wouldn’t that make him hit a trashcan if she did it right now? With a giggle she waved after him, knowing he could see her in the rearview mirror even if she couldn’t see him in return due to the blackened windows.


Buffy was actually grateful for the short walk towards her house as the night’s summer breeze helped her calm down from the mindless haze Spike’s touch always seemed to instill. The closer she got to the house, the more her stomach tightened with nerves though. How exactly did she plan on dropping the bomb on them? They would totally wig.


Well, maybe she would be lucky and nobody would be at the house. She kicked at a pebble and watched it skip down the sidewalk in front of her. She knew well enough Giles would be there to make sure she came home safe and sound since she’d called him before they retrieved the DeSoto.


Stupid, stupid Buffy.


All too soon, the front door was looming in front of her and Buffy wiped her sweaty palms on her thighs. Time to face the music.


So as to not give her mother a heart attack, she knocked rather than retrieving the spare key hidden in the flower pot. Within seconds, the door was flung open and she was enveloped by her mother’s arms and the scent of jasmine.


“Are you okay? Rupert explained you had to hunt down some demons. I was so worried.” She ushered Buffy inside and straight into the kitchen. “I cooked pot roast, you must be so hungry. Are you sure you’re okay? I hate when I don’t have you home and see you’re safe with my own two eyes.”


Buffy grinned and sat down on the stool. “I’m fine. No need to go all extra freaky mom on me.”


“Well, you wait until you have your own children one day.” Her mother smiled and rubbed her back before hustling away towards to put heaps of food on the plate.


Sometimes her mom didn’t seem to realise babies weren’t exactly what the future held for her and Buffy couldn’t find it in her heart to bring up the fact she’d probably die before she even thought of wanting them.


Instead she asked, “Where’s Giles? I thought he’d be here and all.”


“Oh, he called right before you turned up. He should be here any minute.”


The plate was put in front of her and Buffy had to force herself to take a bite. Would it be better if she told her mom now or just say it in front of everyone at the same time? Tear off the band aid in one go, so to speak. Nah, probably not.


“Mom?”


Joyce sat down opposite Buffy and folded her arms on the kitchen island. “Yes, honey?”


“I’ve got… something to tell you.”


“You’re pregnant!”


“No! God, no. Would you stop with the baby talk, please? This is important.”


Joyce pressed her hand against her chest and let out a relieved sigh. “Sorry. It’s just that you’re too young to have kids.”


Buffy put her fork down. “Okay, I need you to not freak out. Can you do that?”


Joyce furrowed her brows but nodded. “I can try.”


Well, that was probably as much as Buffy was going to get. Right as she opened her mouth, the door bell rang.


It must have been Giles and Buffy was torn between feeling frustrated and relieved she didn’t have to spill the beans yet.


He gave her a warm but a slightly awkward hug that was so completely Giles-like she wanted to laugh. After he assured himself of her well-being—repeatedly and to the point she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes-- they relocated to living room where Giles whipped out his notebook. Then he started questioning her with an eager grin, slightly scary in its enthusiasm. He had already filled three pages in his notebook.


“Can you describe the habitat in which they lived?”


“Habi-huh?”


Giles huffed and pushed the glasses further up his nose. She had missed riling him up. It never failed to amuse her. Not that she’d let him know she was kind of doing it on purpose most of the time.


So she told him what she knew in the hope it would be enough to keep him busy and not question-


“So, how did you get home? I can’t imagine you had enough money to both travel and buy food.”


Oh, crap. She’d gone and jinxed it and now he was staring at her curiously, expecting an answer! She was absolutely terrified of telling him the truth. He’d flip and look at her in such disappointment it would make her sick to her stomach.


“Umm… you know…” Oh God, I can’t tell him! “Hitchhiking!”


“Buffy, such way of traveling is not safe. I wish you would have told me you needed help. I would have come and helped out.”


“Ah, you know, Slayer here. I can take on some redneck with wandering hands. Not there were any!”


“Are you sure you’re quite alright?”


She nodded a bit too energetically and the movement made her slightly dizzy. “Yup. And if you ask me that one more time, I’m going to bite your head off.”


He stared at her. “Buffy, we’re on the Hellmouth. Please don’t joke about such matters.”


“Got it. No bite-y jokes. But honestly, Giles, you can chill. It was all… quick and mostly painless.”


“So how many of them were there?”


“Uhh… I don’t know about you but I tend to skip mathematics when I’m fighting for my life.”


“Buffy, please… you skip mathematics anyway.”


She gasped. “Giles!”


He took off his glasses to give them a good polishing but she could see he was trying to stifle a grin. Was he teasing her? That was so not cool.


“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”


She glanced around in panic. Okay, good. No Mom hovering around to hear something that might get her in a world of trouble.


“Still! Grounded Buffy means no slayage. And the fact I’m eighteen has no merit here, believe me.”


“I do apologise.” He put his glasses back. “So, can you tell me approximate number then?”


“Umm… lots?”


He gave her an exasperated look.


“Okay… fifty or so. I think.”


His eyes widened. “Fifty? How ever did you manage to handle so many adversaries on your own?”


Oh, shit. I am so busted!


“Uh… erm… w-with the spell. I already told you about that, and I was mostly fending them off as it worked. Just spilled a bit of my blood on the altar and poof, instanto presto or… whatever.”


Good save, Buffy. Now let him ask about how she knew about the blood to begin with.


She watched with trepidation as he opened his mouth to question her further.


“Giles! I… it’s getting kind of late and, you know…” She faked a yawn. “I’m a bit tired.”


His cheeks turned a bit red and she would have relished seeing him flustered at what he probably thought was lack of manners if it weren’t for the fact she was holding her breath, praying he wouldn’t ask for any more details.


“Of course. Of course. I’m sorry. You’ve had a rough time and need some rest.” He stood up and gathered his notes.


“We can totally catch up tomorrow at your apartment. Call Willow and Xander and we’ll make it a party. A very tame, very non-alcoholic party.”


“Well, perhaps a bit of malt whis-”


Buffy lifted her eyebrow.


“For me, not for you! You’re still underage after all,” Giles said, adjusting his glasses.


“And I’m sure you were all prim and proper when you were our age.” Oh yeah, she remembered and still shuddered at having seen Giles revert to his rebellious young self.


Giles chose to ignore the comment though he couldn’t quite look her in the eye. “I’ll let them know. Goodnight, Buffy.”


She couldn’t help but grin at his hasty retreat. “Goodnight, Giles.”


As he started to walk, he bumped into her mom who was apparently about to check on them. Oh, she could feel the awkwardness as they traded a polite chit-chat as her mother saw him out. And were they blushing? Eww, the mental images of what inspired them to act like that brought up all sorts of nasty images with them doing the groiny horizontal mambo and… so not going there.


She slumped into the cushions when the door slammed shut. A big chicken. That’s what she was. A big cowardly chicken that couldn’t admit to having started dating a soulless vampire that had tried to kill them all at one point or other. She didn’t think that way about him anymore, but her friends still did. They didn’t know Spike as well as she did. Didn’t know how shy and vulnerable he could be. That he loved her. That what he lacked in the obscure soul department he more than made up by having heart of a good man.


She’d tell them all.


Tomorrow.


But first things first. It was time to woman up and face the biggest, scariest challenge of all. Her mother.


TBC

 

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