What A Girl Wants

Chapter 3—Do You Wanna Touch Me There?

Although she said she was going job hunting, the only job she had at this moment was healing a very emotionally scarred vampire.

She turned her path to Restfield, and thought of approaches she could use. He would believe the Slayer dream story, but she really wanted to tell him the truth. Well, most of the truth. At the least, about loving him.

She tried to think of when it became love. So many confrontations over the years. Was it when he was chained to the bathtub, when flirting and teasing him became her special torture for him? She smiled at the memory of him writhing in his chains while she closed the shower curtain and changed. She could hear them clanking against the tub while he twisted, trying to glimpse her skin, because, vampire, evil.

Was it Willow’s ‘Will Be Done’ spell, when they were engaged? She could still taste those kisses on her mouth, and unconsciously lifted her hand to touch it. She couldn’t keep her hands off of him, nor could he keep his off her. She regretted not sneaking off and shagging him, as he pointedly suggested several times in her ear. Maybe they could have saved themselves a lot of wasted time.

It couldn’t have been when he chained her in the basement. That was just, eww, although Buffy could think of some interesting uses for those chains now. Although, that was pretty much on the edge of the bad, as far as she was concerned. Right now, at least.

So many times. So many wasted chances. She shook her head at the waste of it all. At least she had this chance, and there was no way she was screwing this up.

She entered the crypt and looked around. “Spike! Where are you?”

No answer. None. Complete silence.

She walked over to the trapdoor and looked down. No light.

She went down the ladder anyway.

The cavern was dark. Pitch black. Her eyes adjusted, and she saw the red flare of the cigarette moments before she smelled the smoke. “Hello, baby. How are you today?”

“What the hell are you playing at, Slayer?”

She was shaken at the venom oozing through the darkness. “Spike, what is it?”

“What did you do to me? What the bloody hell do you want?”

She moved forward cautiously, feeling her way blindly with her feet. “I want you, Spike. I thought I made that clear to you last night.” She toed her way further into the cavern, almost tripping over an invisible object. “I love you.”

“Bollix. You don’t have it in you to love. Especially not me. I’m beneath you, remember?”

And my words come back to bite me in the ass, she thought. “That was ages ago, Spike. I know you now. I trust you now. Do you think that I would claim someone I don’t truly love? I’m the Slayer. I know what a claim is, and what it does. Do you think that I would tie myself forever to someone I don’t see as my partner and my equal? You know me better than that, Spike. What’s more, you love me. I know you do. You’ve told me often enough. You’ve showed me even more. Will you light a candle or something, so I can kiss you?”

His lighter flickered, and she saw enough of the room to be at his side before the candle fully caught. His face was enough to make her gasp.

His face was a bruised and bloody pulp. Bruises bloomed violently across his ribs and down his abs. She grabbed his hand, and looked at the split knuckles and swollen digits. “What happened?”

“I still know where to go for a little of the fists and fangs, love. Needed to last night. After you—left me…needed some violence. Went to find it.”

“Just curious, but why?”

His eyes were evasive. “Had some issues that needed working out. About love. Claims. Sires. All right, pet? Do I need to give you all the dirties, about how Spike was such a loser, always a loser? Don’t think that you could handle the truth about what you’ve taken on, pet.”

She gripped his head in her hands, and brought his eyes to hers. He fell hard into the thrall of the claim, and she tapped his jaw with her finger to snap him back to reality. “Spike. I need you to listen. Hear my truth. You are not a loser. You have never been a loser. You are the only vampire that I was ever truly afraid of, but moreso, you are probably the bravest man I know. You would do anything to protect me. I will do everything to protect you.” She pulled his head to her shoulder, wrapping her arms around him. “God, how I love you. Please, don’t throw this away.”

“You called me a man.”

“Aren’t you?”

“‘M a monster.”

She pulled back to look at him. “You’re my man. And my monster.” She pulled away from him, and started to pace around him. “Spike, don’t you get it? I’m not afraid anymore. I don’t care what anyone thinks. There are no roadblocks for a Buffy/Spike romance. Except Buffy and Spike. The Scoobies know. Giles knows. Dawn doesn’t know yet, but she will as soon as school is out. I came over here to ask you to move in the house with us. We need you. I need you.”

Astonishment held his body rigid. “You want me to what?”

She curled her body next to his, careful not to hurt him any further. “Move in. My room. With me. Sleep next to me every day. Patrol with me every night. Be by my side, with me always. Isn’t that what we’ve done?”

“’Spose.”

She reached up to kiss him lightly on his mangled lips. “We need to get you healed up. How could you do this to yourself? How can we honeymoon with you all beaten to hell?”

He almost chuckled. “Vampire healing, pet. Be as good as new in no time.”

She looked around at his cozy nest that he’d built, and looked up at him. “Are you moving in the house?”

“Yes, pet, I will move in with you and Dawnie and the wiccalovers.”

“Only one wiccalover. Willow is going to England with Giles.”

He looked at her, surprised. “Your idea?”

“Yes. She’s a loose cannon, Spike. We have to help her harness her power, not let it harness her.”

“I agree, pet, but I never thought you noticed.”

“Oh, I see a lot, my dear Spike. Do you want to take any of this with you?”

He looked around the crypt, and shrugged. “There’s a couple of things. My albums and tapes. A box. A suitcase. I think I’ll have Clem move in here. Couldn’t hurt to have an ally close by, and they’ll be no vamps nesting here.”

“Good idea. You have a bed? A real bed.”

“Yeah, your point?”

She ran over to it, and jumped in the center of the mattress. “Is it sturdy?”

A gleam shimmered in the depths of incredibly blue eyes. “Pretty much. Why?”

She started shucking her clothes, and he watched her in a stupor. She patted the bed, and smiled evilly at him, then purred, “Aren’t you going to see how sturdy it is? I mean, the sun is still up, and Dawn will be at school for a few more hours yet….”

She stretched, her breasts bobbing with the effort, and lay back onto the sheets. She sighed and closed her eyes, turning her head to bare his claim on her throat, and he was on her seconds later, demon at the fore and fangs glistening.

She wasn’t afraid. “There’s my guy. Hello lover.”

“Buffy—“

“I’m not afraid, Spike. Fucking a Slayer is much better than killing one, isn’t it?”

His game face slid into his skin, and she shivered. He was so beautiful! She pulled him down to her, and their mouths locked into a deep and impassioned kiss.

He opened a crack in his metaphysical shell, and was blinded by the brilliance of her. She was fully open to him, gifting him with all of her. William, the poncy bastard, wanted to cry, a reaction that Spike and his demon nixed and reined in. The demon wanted to taste her, and Spike shoved that impulse to the very back closet in his mind. Spike wanted to love her, and he won out at the end.

She watched him, his inner battles clear to her with him open, and she touched his face, her finger trailing over his scarred eyebrow. “They are all three acceptable reactions, lover. I am yours.”

He cradled her in his arms, awe and wonder in his eyes, thanking the Powers That Be who brought him this beautiful woman. She basked in the adoration, stretching and purring. He brushed strands of her hair back out of her face, and gazed into the pools of her eyes, more green than hazel glinting in them now. His fingers traced her face, each feature more dear and precious to him, and she melted under his touch.

“Spike, you’re hurt—“

“Never too hurt for this. Touching you. Watching you. This is my heaven.”

He skimmed his fingers across her nipple, and watched her writhe. “This is what I dream of, pet. Watching you get so turned on, so wet for me. Do you want me to keep going?”

“Please.” She meant it to come out controlled, but it came out between gasping breaths.

“Tell me you like this.”

“God, Spike, I love your hands on me. I love your mouth on me. I love you. Please.”

“Tell me you want more.”

“I want you to touch me and taste me and drink from me. More, please….”

He lowered his head, and caught her nipple between his teeth, lightly pressing. He flicked his tongue across the tip, and was rewarded by a throaty moan above his head. “Like that, huh?”

She dragged her hand through his hair, messing it into loose curls. “Yes, baby, yes.”

He reached for the other nipple with his free hand as he teased the one in his mouth to a diamond-hard peak. Giving it a final rake with his blunt teeth, he moved to the other side, to lavish it with the same attention. He was about to stop when he heard her breathy voice above him, begging for more. He could sense she was closing in on her orgasm, and he intensified his efforts, stretching nipples taut with mouth and hand, alternating his touches with tastes and nips of her succulent flesh.

He heard her demands to be bitten, and he slipped a fang into the nipple he had in his mouth. Her shout echoed in the cavern as he suckled her, drawing her sweet coppery tang into his mouth as she spasmed beneath him. He could smell her from where he was, and knew that she was slick, hot, and ready for him to plunge into her, but he drew back instead to watch her face as the sensations he was evoking made her lax, her eyes glazed with satiety.

He raised himself to kiss that sweet, lax mouth, and she twined shaking fingers behind his neck. “Spike, please…more….”

He smiled down at her, and smoothed her tousled hair. “Tonight, love. I—I think I cracked some ribs last night. I’ll heal myself up for you, I promise.”

She touched his side, concern furrowing her brow. “Why didn’t you say something? Before—“

“Not a chance, pet. And cock up my chances of witnessing a marvel such as that? I’d rather dust.”

“You can do that anytime you want. Within reason,” she added hastily, noticing the gleam in his eyes. “I won’t deny you anything, Spike.”