Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.18

Snot or Puke Green

Info: Chp.1

Following the directions to a tee, Buffy stops in front of the desk that Janey had told them would be in the wing. She taps her nails, in irritation, on the Formica covered furniture. The nurse Jamey said would be on duty wasn't anywhere to be found, in actuallity there wasn't a soul around.

Turning to look at Spike, she shrugs her shoulders, ineffectually. "Wonder where everyone is?" She finally asks after a few moments.

"Don't know, Luv." He replies, looking around, and spotting an auburn haired woman walking their way. "But I guess we could always ask her." He points to the nurse approaching them.

Buffy sighs, as the nurse makes her way behind the huge structure, she's now leaning against. Her nail tapping having been stopped by a soft, warm hand being placed over her own.

"Can I help you?" The nurse finally asks, as she rolls her seat across the carpet, and in front of the computer situated at the front of the station.

"Uh, yeah." Buffy says sarcastically, looking at the nurse evilly. She could already tell she wasn't going to like this bitchy old bitty. Well not really old, but the woman was still acting like a bitch, and Buffy just knew that wasn't the woman's real hair color.

"Well what is it?" The nurse snaps, never looking up at the papers in front of her.

"You could at least look at me." Buffy snarls between her clenched teeth. 'Okay, bitch would be an understatement.' She thinks as she starts to reach across the desk to strangle the lady.

Spike had somehow read the blonde's mind, and quickly places his body between his lady and the desk.

The nurse glances up from her 'oh so important' computer screen, when she notices the movement.

Spike rolls his eyes, when the nurse, who could be his mother, smiles at him.

"How may I help you?" Miss Bitch asks him, flipping a piece of hair over her shoulder, flirtatiously, and pursing her lips for emphasis on exactly what she'd like to do for him.

Taken aback, Spike holds his hand up, places it on Buffy's shoulder, and shows the woman just whose man he is. Plus, should the hospital personnel be hitting on the patients. He shakes his head at the thought. "Well, Buffy and me are supposed to have a new room down here. Something about two new coma patients coming in today, and they transferred us." He explains, as he watches the woman's smile fade considerably, at the mention of him being a patient.

"Oh." She states, and looks back down to the papers. "Well, I should show you to your rooms."
'And the bitch is back' The two blonde's think in unison.
.They watch in confusion as Nurse Bitch looks over a file on the desk. "Uh, this should be rooms." She flips through the file, and sees the notation at the bottom of the last page, and shakes her head. "Okay, but it's against regulations. Your doctors have collaborated and set up a room for the both of you. They must have pulled some major strings to make this one happen."

"Yep!" Buffy says, popping the 'P' and smiling. Ha, no macking on my boyfriend for you. She huffs at the thought. Satisfied that he'd be in the room with her, where this skank can't hit on him again.

The nurse comes out from behind the desk, waving them over, and leads them a few doors down the hall to a room.

Upon entering the room, the nurse makes her way back up to where she needs to be. Buffy didn't care where she went as long as it was away from Spike, preferably a long way from Spike, from the way she was looking at him as they walked to the door of the room.

The first thing through Buffy's mind was, ick. The color of the room could only be described as Army fatigue green. It looked like Riley had decorated it. Where the hell did that thought come from? She asks herself. Trying to get the image of Capt. Cardboard out of her mind, of him happily painting the walls and slinging the paint all over the place. She quickly turns her mind to other things, as she glances over everything set up in the room.

Spike stands beside her looking over the two single beds against the wall. Hadn't these stupid wankers they called doctors figured it out yet? He asks himself. We always go to sleep separately, but inevitably end up in the same bed.

Buffy turns to look at the man standing beside of her. He hadn't said anything since entering the room, and Spike was never quiet for to long. "Well, at least it isn't that startlingly, sterile white like the other rooms." She says breaking the quiet. "Only thing is I don't know if puke green is any better." She quips, hoping to get him to say something, anything.

"Huh, oh yeah." Spike answers, taking in the rest of the room, and making it a point to notice the color on the walls. "It is a bit like someone had a bad cold, and sneezed the color of snot onto the walls." He quips back, turning his attention back to the contemplation of the beds.

"Pushing them together would make it bigger." He says, rubbing his chin in thought.

Buffy, looks back at him questioningly, "What the hell. . ." Then her eyes follow his line of sight, and finally understands what he's mumbling about under his breath. "Oh, yeah. But why would we?" She brushes it off, and cocks her head slightly, awaiting a response.

He shakes his head, incredulity spreading over his face, at how daft she could really be. "Pet, don't be daft. We always seem to end up in the same bed. Don't you think it'd be a good idea if we just went to sleep in the same one?" He drawls seductively, and ruffles her hair while placing an arm around her shoulders.

Nodding in understanding, and sliding her arm around his waist. "You know that's a pretty good idea. You might actually have a brain inside that head after all." She quips, smiling that she finally got a good one. "Why don't you get to that?" She finishes, lightly slapping him on his lower back.

"Oh no Missy. What are you gonna be doin'?" He asks. Yeah, he's still totally in love with the bint, but doesn't mean he's her whipping boy like in the 'delusions'. "Cause, I'm not moving this junk by myself." He grunts flopping into a chair about three feet from the door.

Buffy slowly walks over to the chair, leans on the arm, and glances at his face. His gaze had found its way down the neckline of her shirt. Distracting him admirably, she draws back a bit, and stands up. Making her way to the front of the chair, she kneels in front of him, laying her hands at his waist; she works her way from his belt, up his body with her hands. She stops her ministrations, as her gaze falls into his darkening one. She smiles at his reaction. "Me? I'm gonna sit right here and watch."

"Luv." He growls out in warning to her. He suddenly jumps up from the chair, nearly knocking her over in the process, but ends up catching her by the shoulder, before she can lose her balance completely and topple over in an heap at his feet. He steps over her, as she plops down on the carpeting. He looks back at her, and swaggers over to the beds. "If you keep up with the wanton act, there isn't gonna be any moving of anything." He states tersely.

He's pissed and she knows it.' Damn' Getting up from her seat, she makes her way over to his side, stopping in front of him she faces her foe, also known as her boyfriend, and lover. Although there really hasn't been much or any lovin' since they'd come out of the delusion inducing comas. Well whatever he is she faces him, and she's not going to back down. She'd never backed down from him before, and she wasn't planning on starting any time soon.

As he looks her in the eye, his continence softens.
Her eyes go wide as he reaches up with his thumb and forefinger, lifts her chin slightly upwards, slowly leans in, makes her breath catch in her lungs, and places his lips on hers.

Her breath catches, as his lips meet hers. Lips that are soft, warm and pliable. The kiss wasn't like any other they'd ever shared before, and she fell into it, giving and taking.

She'd been expecting lude words, and British curses she didn't know what the hell they meant, but this was so infintely better.

He savors her, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss, the way her mouth slides perfectly over his. He falls just a little more in love with her each time her lips part just a bit, 'til he can slip his tongue into her mouth, and mate it with hers.

Finally he pulls away, and looks deeply into her eyes, as they both gasp for much needed air. "Keep forgetting I have to breathe." He puffs, drawing in a breath.

A smile finds its way to her lips, as she hears him, and catches her breath. "If you want my help." She says watching his eyes brighten. "You're gonna have to do much better than just a measly kiss." She teases.

The next thing she knows she's bent over backwards on the arm of another chair, situated by the beds, as Spike tackles her, and catches her lips in his teeth.

Passion and fire, the way she remembers his kisses. His hands slide up her sides, pushing the blue material of her shirt up her stomach. He lightly grazes the skin exposed by his action, with his fingertips. The touches send little tingles up her spine. She moans into the kiss, making him growl.

Reluctantly pulling away, and placing a self-satisfied smirk on his face, "was that much better, Luv?" He asks, straightening up, and still smirking, as she lifts herself out of the uncomfortable position over the arm of the chair.

At a loss for words, she nods her head yes, as she still feels the warm touch of his hands as he'd expertly played her like a fine tuned piano.

A/N: Here's another little tid-bit for you guys. Hope you all enjoyed the kinda PG-13ish ending.