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Again, a huge thank you to my nummy beta, Dawn of Me!



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Buffy hurried through her front door and climbed the stairs, sighing in relief when it was clear that the house was empty. She could still taste Spike’s come in her mouth, could remember the feel of him and the sound of him as he whispered her name. Regardless of how truly wrong it should have been, she couldn’t shake the unmistakable feeling of right - feeling him in her hand, her mouth-

Wait.

Since when did Buffy fantasise about Spike?

Rolling the tension out of her shoulders, she realised that maybe the attraction was a little redundant at this point. She’d given him a blowjob.

She groaned, a wave of unwanted arousal hitting her like a tonne of bricks. Her panties were soaked through. Checking her reflection in her vanity mirror, she saw a wretchedly horny slayer gazing back at her.

Definitely time for a cold shower, she thought. Heading to the bathroom, Buffy tried to think of anything but Spike. Glory, mortal danger, end of the world…

Sighing, she shed the Buffy-bots clothes, climbed into the shower and turned the handle sharply. The cold spray hit her body all too quickly, making her shiver with-

Antici-

-Her hand, acting entirely of its own accord, found the scorching wet between her legs and deftly plunged a finger inside-

-pation?


At what point did the cold do something for her the way this was, and why? She should have realised undressing would be a bad thing. She should have realised that perhaps oral sex and Spike were not things that should ever, ever be put together.

What Buffy did realise was that at this moment she didn’t really care

Gasping and leaning back against the shower wall, she let the cold spray wash over her. She circled a finger round her clit as unwanted images of Spike filled her brain, and imagined what it would be like to say goodbye to duty to friends and family and to think of her own wants for once.

Slipping another finger inside her, she imagined Spike kneeling at her feet, licking furiously at her clit and his fingers in her instead of her own. The image pushed her over the edge, and she came; panting into the curtain of water, knees shaking and swearing softly, “Oh, fuck.”

Snapping back to reality and shivering slightly, Buffy turned the water temperature up and washed up - ready to go back and face the day.

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“Buffy!” Xander opened his arms in some gesture of thanks. “Just the slayer we’ve been waiting on.”

Having only just walked through the door of the Magic Box, Buffy sighed and faced her friends.

“Did you kill Spike?” asked Anya.

Buffy shook her head. “He didn’t tell her.”

Giles looked up at her curiously. “What?”

Rubbing her neck, she sighed, “He protected us. He didn’t tell Glory anything.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” Tara looked puzzled. “I mean, we’re all safe and sound – for the time being at least. Unless I’m missing something.” She frowned in apology at Buffy. “Am I missing something?”

Polishing his glasses, Giles answered Tara’s question before Buffy could open her mouth. “I think perhaps we’ve misjudged Spike.”

Holding up his arms defensively, Xander piped in. “Hey, hey. I know he did a good thing and all, but this is Spike we’re talking about. The vampire who’s been dead set on killing you since forever.” He shuddered slightly. “And, are we forgetting the ooky Buffy-double sex toy?”

Exasperated, Buffy raised her voice. “No. Not forgetting, Xander. The robot was disgusting. It’s just…” She looked down at her feet, suddenly feeling very weary. “Even you said he was in bad shape.”

“Bad shape, yes,” agreed Xander. “In need of a babysitter – not so much. He’s a vampire, Buffy.”

“He might need some blood.” Anya added, absentmindedly.

Buffy stared at Giles, and said, “Right! Blood. A-and supplies. Gauze, bandages, maybe even stitches.”

“Buff-“

“I don’t wanna hear it, Xand. He took one for the team. He protected the last living person in my family that’s worth a damn, with his life-“

“Unlife.”

She shook her head, “Fine. Unlife. Whatever. I’m not saying we give him a membership pass as one of the gang. It’s just…” Feeling hopeless, she shrugged her shoulders. “We’re not monsters. The guy deserves at least a chance to get back on his feet.”

“I get that. I just thought – maybe you’ve had a long day. One of us could take care of this.”

Buffy looked abashed.

“Yes, Buffy.” Giles smiled fondly at his slayer. ”You’re tired – between a raid on Glory’s home and the vision quest, it’s been a hard few days. I’ll take care of it.”

Glad for the conflict to be over, Tara offered, “Me and Wills will take care of Dawn. You could have some you time.”

Hugging her arms, she smiled weakly at her friends. “Thanks guys, but I think this has to be me. It’ll give me a chance to,” explain about the blowjob, “tell him what’s going on and,” that no one can ever know, “maybe find out if he saw anything useful.”

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Everyone offered you a way out of this, thought Buffy, but you had to say no.

She stood outside Spikes crypt, smoothing down her shirt to calm her nerves. Raising a fist to the door, she stopped herself – since when do I knock?

Slamming the door open, she walked into the dark – once again seeing Spike’s prone form on the sarcophagus.

Appearing slightly better than before, Spike sat up. “What have you got in the basket there Goldilocks? More treats for Grandma?”

Buffy grimaced. “Thanks for that disturbing visual. And, I think you’ll find it was Little Red Riding Hood.”

If Spike could have raised an eyebrow in answer, he would have. “Right you are. So what’s in the bag?”

She looked down at her shoes. “You know. Medical stuff. Blood. I thought you might…”

“Not that I’m complainin’, pet, but why the special treatment?” He stared intently at her, hoping she’d catch his meaning.

Stubbornly, Buffy frowned at him. “You took one for the team, Spike. Anyone else would get the same.”

“So you’re saying every time your little friend, Xander, takes a blow he gets, well,” he shrugged, and winced momentarily. “Yeah. A blow.” He looked as suggestive as someone with a bashed in face ever could. “And the watcher, pet? I don’t wanna count the amount of times-“

With a murderous glare, Buffy interrupted him. “Gross, Spike. No! We’re not even having this conversation. What happened earlier.” She threw her free arm up in frustration. “It didn’t even happen.” She sat next to him and started, albeit violently, tending to his wounds. “Now keep still and shut up!”

Spike unsuccessfully tried to roll his eyes, as they were mostly swollen shut. “No need to get shirty, love. Just thought you might like me to return the favour, is all.”

Exasperated, Buffy poured some alcohol on a particularly nasty looking wound, and Spike hissed in pain. “I’m not shirty. And there’s no favour!”

She put the alcohol down and tossed him a packet of blood. “It’s human. Not very fresh, but-“

“It’ll do.”

She sighed. Resting back on her hands as he eagerly drank, she said, “Look Spike, about earlier.”

His stare was nothing short of expectant. Absurdly, the blood bag was still hanging from his mouth.

Fortunately, Buffy didn’t notice. “I-I don’t know why I did that.”

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