Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.13

You're a Pig

Information is in the 1st chapter

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Spike family strange as it had been, had been gone for a little over ten minutes now. Buffy and he are now lying on the bed, talking quietly with each other. Spikes arms are wrapped tightly around her. Her head is resting on his chest, as her fingers trace little patterns on the fabric covering his stomach.

"Quentin Travers, uh, er Osborne. Is your father? I just can't wrap my mind around that. It's too messed up even for my brain." Buffy comments. Her lips are pursed together, trying to picture it in her head, but the picture isn't pretty. She can't imagine Spike's sweet mother, would actually marry that pompous ass, but to actually willing have sex with him? Buffy shakes her head at the horrible picture that made in her mind.

"Yeah, who is the pillock, anyway?" Spike asks. Picking up a strand of her hair and weaving it through his fingers.

Sighing against his chest, her fingers stop their movement over his stomach; she sits up on her elbow, and gets a cramp out of her neck. Catching his eye, "In the delusions he was the head of the Watchers Council."

"Oh, ho! So he's the wanker that tried to get you to do what he wanted, right?"

"Yep, that would be him. But you know me; I never play by the rules. They didn't even see fit to give me a copy of the Slayer's Handbook. Like I'd ever read, but still. If they had, I probably wouldn't have fallen in love with two vampires. I wouldn't have had friends, and family. Hell half of my friends were either demons, or they had strange powers. I wasn't what the Council would consider a conventional slayer, by any means." She rolls her head around, "What with them wanting the slayer to be alone. The one girl, blah, blah, blah bull they fed all those other girls , what a crock."

"That's what made you so great, Luv. No matter what, you didn't let anyone tell you what to do. If they tried you'd turn around and do the exact opposite." He twines the hair back around his fingers, and tugs her head back down to his chest. "So, what about the other wanker, the guy that said he's my cousin? Wesley, that his name?"

She laughs, out loud, at the thought of Wesley being anything to Spike. " Well, Wesley." She laughs some more. "He was Giles' replacement when the Council fired him. There's really not much to say about him, he's just. . . I don't know, when I figure out a way to describe him, I'll tell you." Hearing the deep rumble of his laugh through his chest, she sighs again.

The mousy blonde nurse stands in the doorway listening intently to the two people lying so comfortably in the tiny bed. Having slipped in quietly. She'd gone by Buffy's room, before she'd remembered that William's family were supposed to be here today.
Clearing her throat, she interrupts the quiet conversation that the two are having.

Looking up from her comfortable position on Spikes chest, Buffy smiles at the shy woman, standing in the door, with her hair hanging in her face. "Hey, Tara. What's up?" She asks, looking the woman over, and not believing that the girl is actually standing there right in front of her. God she'd missed the sweet girl last year.

"I-I w-was just wondering if you guys were hungry. Willow and the rest of the staff that's pulling duty today ordered pizza and I thought you all might want a break from hospital food. That's if you wanna join us." She rambles slightly, trying to get everything that she wants to say out as quickly as she can. She doesn't know if the others would want the two blondes to join them, but they are just so nice, and have no friends in this place. She likes them and would love to see if they could be friends.

Looking up at Spike. "I know I'm sick of that stuff that they call food in the cafeteria. What do you say, Spikey? Pizza sounds pretty good to me." Buffy slightly smiles, with a hopeful look on her face.

"Pizza sounds bloody great, Luv." He murmurs, excitedly. "Where do we get it?" He asks the blonde by the door, as he gently pushes Buffy off of his chest, and bounces to his feet.

"If I'd have known that pizza would get you this excited, I'd have tried it a long time ago." Buffy retorts, sarcastically as she stands up on the other side of the bed, and brushes her hands on the back of her jeans.

"Pizza isn't the only thing that excites me, Princess." He looks her up and down lasciviously. "By the by, if you really want me excited, you know what to do." He rolls his tongue behind his teeth, and smirks.

"You're a pig, Spike." Buffy sneers through her teeth.

"Oink, oink baby. You seem to like rollin' around in the mud with this little piggy."

Rolling her eyes at him, Buffy walks past him. " Not so much with the little." She mumbles under her breath, then looks over to Tara. "Where's the grub you want us to devour for you?" She asks, approaching Tara, who looks like a big, red beet. She doesn't look back at Spike, and walks on past the other woman to the hallway.

Slinking to the door, Spike clenches his fists, and turning out of it he sees Buffy standing right outside. He thought that he'd have to chase her down, and had geared himself up for it. Now his shoulders slump, and he leans up against the wall beside her.

As Tara walks out behind him, Buffy grabs her arm, totally ignoring him. "So, Tara, as I was saying. Where do we need to go?"

Tara looks over her shoulder at William, still standing at the door in stunned silence. She smiles, and nods her head, asking with words if he were coming or not.

Spike snorts derisively and smiles. "Oh, come on, Pet. You know you love it."

Buffy turns abruptly, almost knocking Tara to the floor. "No, I love you, but you're still a pig." Buffy shouts back, and lets go of Tara's arm, as Spike makes his way to them. She takes his hand. She'd forgiven him before she'd even made her way out of the door, but she couldn't resist making him squirm a little bit for that little comment.

"I love you, too, pet." Is the only reply he can come up with.

Tara watches the two's interaction, observing how they can be in a tiff one second, and holding hands the next. She hopes that if one leaves the other won't go back into a coma. They certainly belong together.

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(Sorry there wasn't an update yesterday, RL finally caught up with me. Spent six hours cleaning horse stalls, then came home and cleaned house. It was a sucky day all the way. Hope this makes up for the delay. Everything will be back on track for at least another month, hopefully.)