Question Me

“What are you doing here, Dawn?” Buffy asked coldly, “I told you to stay at the house.”

Dawn looked up at her sister with a guilty face, “I never get to do anything.”

By this time, the rest of the gang had made their way upstairs.

“Dawn!” Joyce exclaimed, “How did you get here?”

Dawn looked at the ground in front of her, “I walked. It’s not dark outside, and it’s not like it’s a far walk.”

Joyce shook her head, “We’ll talk about this when we get home. Don’t expect to go to the mall anytime soon.”

“Great. Buffy and Faith come back, I want to see them, and I get in trouble for it,” Dawn muttered.

“You would have seen us eventually, midget,” Faith said.

“Excuse me for missing you,” Dawn spat.

Buffy’s eyes began to water, “You really missed me that much, Dawnie?”

“Of course, Buffy. You’re my sister. You and Faith were gone, no one knew what to do to help you. I was scared that I’d never see you again,” Dawn said with tears in her eyes.

The sister’s embraced warmly. Dawn squeezed as tightly as she could in hopes that her sister would stay forever. She needed to know, needed to see, that her sister was back and alive. Sure Buffy got on her nerves and drove her absolutely nuts, but that was normal sister stuff. Being without Buffy was something she couldn’t imagine.

“Sorry,” Dawn whispered against Buffy’s shoulder.

“It’s ok, Dawnie. I think you’ll still be grounded, but I’ll bring the inmate midnight cookies,” Buffy whispered back.

Dawn smiled and pulled back from Buffy. She ran to Spike and knocked him to the ground with her speed and weight.

“What’s this, Bit?” Spike grunted.

Dawn squeezed the vampire tighter, “Thank you, Spike.”

He smiled to himself and hugged the younger Summers girl back. These women were going to be the end of him, but what a way to go. Dawn crawled off the vampire and held out a hand to him. He grasped it lightly and allowed her the illusion of pulling him to his feet.

Willow and Cordellia watched the interaction with awe. It never ceased to amaze them. A vampire, soulless at that, loved those girls more than anything on this planet. They both remembered Angel and the things he did when Angelus made an appearance. Forgiveness is something that vampire would never receive from them. Especially now that they had seen what kindness and love a soulless vampire was capable of showing.

“Spike’s not the only one who helped get you back, you know,” Cordy said irritably.

“I know,” Buffy answered. She walked over to Cordy and Willow and embraced them both. “Thank you.”

Willow blushed.

Cordy looked appeased.

“Would someone mind telling me what exactly is going on here?” Travers asked, breaking the moment.

Both Slayer’s eyes flashed as the turned to look at the head of the Council.

“The longer we keep with the welcome home party, the longer you live,” Faith said with a smile.

“I’d think you’d want it to last for a good long time,” Buffy added.

Travers gulped and took a step back. “You can’t kill me, girls. I’m a human.”

“Debatable,” Buffy interjected.

“No matter how much you might despise me, you cannot kill me. It’s not in you to kill humans,” Travers said.

“But it’s in you to kill them?” Buffy snapped.

All eyes turned to her.

“What are you getting at, Buffy?” Giles asked with concern.

Buffy looked at her Watcher, “When he sent Faith and I off into the Twilight Zone, Faith ended up in prison. I ended up on a big tower with a big swirling energy portal in front of it. I had to jump off this portal to save the world. I should have died in that energy, it needed my blood.”

“Why didn’t you?” Travers asked.

“The claim,” Buffy answered.

Understanding washed across the faces of Spike, Willow and Cordy. They remembered all to well the pain that had shot through Buffy. Spike immediately went into game face. This was too much for his demon to handle. This man had purposely endangered the life of his mate and her sister.

“I’m gonna make you beg for death,” Spike said.

He crossed the room with superhuman speed and held the man by his throat. He squeezed just enough to make a point, then released.

“Did you know that would happen, Quentin?” Giles asked in his best Ripper voice.

“No,” Travers spat, “I thought the girls would die. Therefore, bringing forth another Slayer that was more capable of handling her calling.”

Spike punched the man in the gut, causing him to fold over.

Buffy stared wide-eyed at the man. She was secretly hoping that the spell had just gone a bit askew. That the Council didn’t really want her and Faith dead. She thought she was a good Slayer. She did what she was told, she killed the demons. She didn’t ask for this responsibility. Then, when she is able to get some help, the Council damns her for it. Well, damn them.

“You tried to kill my sister!” Dawn yelled, “How dare you.”

To the amazement of everyone in the room, Dawn stomped on Travers’ foot as he was standing to his feet and then kneed him in the groin.

“Alright, Bit!” Spike cheered.

Dawn smiled to herself and walked away from the now very injured man.

“Can I eat him, pet?” Spike practically begged.

“He won’t taste very good, Spike,” Buffy reasoned.

“I’t’d be worth it,” Spike said.

“As satisfying as that would be, Spike,” Giles said, “For the time being, we need to keep him alive.”

“A’right, Rupes,” Spike groused, “Spoil my fun.”

“You called Buffy ‘sister’,” Travers began, “Buffy Summers is an only child.”

The girls in the room looked at the man as if he sported a second head.

“I hate to say this, Buffy, but Quentin has a point,” Giles said, “You are an only child.”

Joyce glared at the older man, “I beg your pardon, Mr. Giles, but I believe I would know whether or not I’d had a second child.”

Giles removed his glasses and began to polish them furiously.

“I don’t remember Mini-Buffy either,” Xander said meekly.

“Dido,” Oz stated.

“Dear Lord,” Giles sighed, “It appears I have research to do.”

“On what?” Buffy asked, “She’s my sister, and you guys have lost your memory.”

“This is the Hellmouth, Buff, it can’t be that simple,” Xander pointed out.

“But, you three and Travers are the only ones who don’t remember Dawn,” Buffy countered.

“The only ones not connected by the claim,” Giles said.

Acute silence followed his revelation.

“Buffy, what do you remember about Dawn from where you were?” Giles asked.

“She was this Key thingy that the hell bitch needed to open her portal. Monks sent her to me to keep her safe,” Buffy explained.

“What exactly was this key?” Giles asked.

“Energy. A big ball of energy that the Monks turned into a girl, my sister. They gave everyone there fake memories,” Buffy answered.

Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. Things could never be simple on the Hellmouth, nor could they come at once. They had just safely returned the Slayers, now they had this to deal with. Not to mention something still needed to be done about Travers. Spike’s eating idea was sounding better every moment.

“You mean, I wasn’t real?” Dawn asked.

“I guess not, but you were real to all of them. You were real to me,” Buffy said reassuringly.

That answer seemed to pacify Dawn.

“What are we going to do, Giles?” Buffy asked.

“How did they know all of that about Dawn?” Giles asked.

Buffy’s brows furrowed in concentration. They had told her something. “Willow gave me this spell to perform. It would show me what things had been made into and illusion, what was magic. Dawn’s room, belongings…even Dawn…they were like little dots.”

“Perhaps we can repeat the spell. I can find one that should produce those results. If nothing shows, then we’ll just have to try something else,” Giles said as he moved to retrieve a book.

“And if it does work?” Dawn asked.

“Then you’ll still be my sister,” Buffy answered.

“And my daughter,” Joyce said warmly.

Dawn smiled weakly. This was just great. She was just beginning to feel like a part of Buffy’s life and now part of that life didn’t remember her. At least the girls and Spike still remembered her. That would be far beyond bad if Spike didn’t remember her. It was bad enough that Xander, the man she so wanted to marry, didn’t remember her.

“Sun’s down, pet,” Spike said.

“We should patrol,” Buffy said to Faith who nodded.

“What about Tweedy?” Xander motioned to Travers.

“Lock him in the cage. We’ll deal with him later,” Buffy answered.

“I will not be caged like some…animal,” Travers yelled in outrage.

“Fine,” Faith said, “Kill ‘em.”

Travers stood up to his full height and tried to look un-intimidated by Faith’s flippant command.

“I think we’ll wait on that,” Buffy said, “Cage him for now. Give him a chance to…think.”

Spike picked the man up and threw him non to gently into the book cage.

“What if the other wankers come looking for ‘im?” Spike asked.

“They won’t,” Giles said, “They’ve all gone back to England.”

“Smart blokes,” Spike commented.

“Mom?” Buffy asked, “Can I take Dawnie?”

Dawn looked hopefully at her mother.

“I don’t know, Buffy. She’s supposed to be grounded,” Joyce said.

“Can’t that start tomorrow? I’ll bring her home early. We’ll go to Restfield, then I’ll bring her home and cover the rest,” Buffy bargained.

Joyce bowed her head in defeat, “Alright, Buffy.”

Dawn squealed and squeezed her mother tightly, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Joyce nodded, “Keep my girls safe, Spike.”

“With my life, mum,” Spike answered sincerely.

“I can’t believe mom let you talk her into this so easily,” Dawn said once they’d left the library.

“I think mom is still riding the ‘She’s home safe’ wave,” Buffy said with a smile.

“’Sides, had to make sure you didn’t forget all that stuff we showed ya,” Faith said. “And make sure you’re real.”

Buffy linked her fingers with Spike’s and walked as closely to him as she could. The Spike where she had been was better than no Spike, but he wasn’t her Spike. She really did hope the Buffy there would learn to see what a great ally and friend Spike could be, no to mention the hot body and amazing sex. “Bad Buffy. No sexy Spike thoughts with Dawn around.”

He sniffed the air once again to make sure he wasn’t just imagining it, again. Nope, it was real. Slayer was aroused. All they were doing was holdin’ hands. He’d missed her so much. The second she was back he was hard with anticipation. Again, Joyce would just have to understand. He had plans for his mate after they were done patrolling.

“Spike!” Faith yelled, “Enough with the sex thoughts!”

Buffy blushed a deep crimson.

Dawn suppressed a giggle.

Spike smiled.

“You’re a pig, Spike,” Buffy teased.

“I’ll take Midget home and finish up the slayin’. You two need to take care of the horny part of patrolling,” Faith said with a smile.

“Faith, Spike can wait until we’re done,” Buffy said.

“Bloody well can not, Slayer,” Spike growled as he pulled Buffy flush against his chest.

“It’s ok, Buffy,” Dawn said with her own smile, “Go.”

Buffy felt the extent of Spike’s need and caved, “Ok. Tell mom not to wait up.”

“I think she already knows that,” Dawn said with a giggle.

Once the two girls were out of sight, Spike threw Buffy against a nearby tree. He watched intently as her chest heaved. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. He raised an eyebrow at her when he saw her beckon him with her index finger.

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him swagger over to her. He was so damn sexy. It had been far to long since she was able to touch him intimately. She moaned in relief once his cool lips played along her. It was a feather light caress, but it held the promise of more to come. More, she needed more.

A groan passed his lips as he felt her warm tongue poke out and run across his lower lip. He knew she wanted to deepen the kiss and so did he, but he wanted to tease her for as long as he could handle. He applied more pressure to her lips, but kept his firmly closed.

“We’ve got all night, pet,” Spike chuckled against her mouth.

Buffy pouted up at him.

Greedily, Spike pulled that lip into his mouth. Buffy pulled him closer to her and wrapped her legs around him. Spike moved his hands to her ass to hold her up and once again feel her firm butt.

She decided two could play and she ground her mound into his very obvious hard on causing the vampire to stutter curse words. She smiled against his neck as she gently kissed around his jugular. Feeling his arms grip her tighter, she knew she was getting to him in just the way she wanted.

“Not her, luv,” Spike managed, “Gotta take you somewhere. Ravage you good and proper.”

Buffy nodded and climbed off her vampire lover.

Spike grabbed her hand and led her to his crypt. While she was gone, he’d had Clem furnish the place a bit more…little comforts for Buffy and her mates. He’d even gone as far as to stock the fridge with some human food and diet soda for Buffy. He really was Slayer whipped, and damn proud of it.

No sooner had the door to the crypt been shut then Buffy practically ripped Spike’s shirt off. Slightly amazing herself that Spike’s duster managed to stay in place, creating a yummy display. She took a moment to admire his alabaster skin and then launched a merciless attack on his chest. She kissed, nipped and sucked every bare batch of skin she could get her mouth on to.

Spike threw his head back in ecstasy. He’d never tire of her hot little mouth on his skin. She was an inferno, burning him up everywhere she touched. Hell, sometimes just when she looked at him he thought he’d explode. Not wanting to be the only one void of clothing, Spike quickly worked the buttons on her shirt and gently pushed it off her shoulders. It was in stark contrast to the violence she had shown his shirt and he knew it was turning her on even more.

Making quick work of his belt and pants, Buffy placed a chase kiss on the tip of his cock. His hips thrust into her of their own violation. She stepped just out of reach, a coy smile on her face.

“Want me?” she asked.

Spike growled, his eyes flashing amber for the briefest of moments.

“I think that’s a yes,” Buffy said in her best coquette voice. She held her hand up to still his movements, “I’m running this party.”

Spike watched as Buffy ran her hands over her bra clad breasts and deftly undid the snap. Shaking her torso, the bra fell to the floor. She cupped her breasts and massaged them gently. She let out a moan as she pinched the nipples. Slowly, she moved her hands down her stomach. She hovered over the snap to her jeans for just a moment. When she heard Spike’s guttural groan, she undid the snap and shimmied out of her pants. Hooking her fingers through the sides of her panties, she slid them down her muscular legs.

He stared at her naked body hungrily. She was going to get it later. This little strip tease was driving him absolutely out of his mind. He was so hard it was painful, but he held himself back; determined to let the girl have her fun. He wasn’t exactly objecting.

The look in his eyes told Buffy everything she needed to know. She didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, but she knew it wouldn’t be long. She pulled her finger into her mouth and sucked on it before pulling it out with a popping noise. Then, she slipped that same finger into her wet hole. A moan escaped her lips before she could suppress it. Slowly, she began to pump her finger in and out. With her other hand, she massaged her breasts, occasionally tweaking the nipples. As the pressure began to build in her lower regions, she knew she had to hurry if she wanted to bring herself off for Spike. She moved her hand down from her breast to flick across her clit. Increasing her pace and inserting a second finger nearly drove her to the edge.

“Holy FUCK! She’s going to get herself off…and I get to watch! Bloody hell.” His unneeded breath came in quick bursts. This was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen…and he’d seen a lot in his century of existence.

Buffy closed her eyes as she felt her climax approach. She knew this was really, really gross and something she should be ashamed of, but she couldn’t bring herself to feel that. This was probably the most liberating thing she’d ever done. Spike was enjoying it, she was enjoying it…and that was enough. She screamed as she came. Her orgasm intense for not being Spike induced.

Her eyes fluttered open. She saw the glossed over eyes, the very hard erection, the precum glistening in the moonlight and she was suddenly very horny…again.

He saw the mechivious look that briefly crossed the Slayer’s lusty look. He groaned in anticipation. There wasn’t much more teasing he could take. As it was the only thing on his mind was pounding into her until she screamed his name…a lot.

A small, pink tongue slipped out of her beautiful mouth and licked her upper lip, then lower. She raised the two fingers, covered in her spendings, to her mouth and sucked them in ever so slowly.

Hearing the moan that passed her lips as she tasted herself, Spike’s cock twitched. She’d topped herself. This, this Golden Goddess was sucking on her fingers. There was no look of discust on her face, only bliss.

“God, pet. Don’t know what you do to me,” Spike managed.

She gripped his shaft and slowly began to pump him, “I know exactly what I do to you.”