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Chapter 33


What did he mean by ‘see you soon’? Was he actually coming to see her right now? He wouldn’t come naked and only covered by his duster, would he? Her hair was a mess!


Buffy scrambled from the bed and dashed to bathroom, frantically took the shower head into her hands and turned on the water. Rinse. A snick as she opened the bottle of shampoo. Her fingers flew over her scalp as she massaged it in. Rinse again


Toweling her hair dry, Buffy entered her bedroom and started.


“Spike! How did you… When?”


He stalked to her and smirked. “Just now. You left your window unlocked.”


She backed away, feeling like prey with the way his eyes were devouring her. “So you just entered?”


His eyes clouded with doubt and he ducked his head. The change of his emotions was making her dizzy and the vulnerability, despite his confidence, made her want him even more.


“I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have… I just… I so badly need to kiss you.”


Was there a reason why he shouldn’t? Nothing came to mind. She smiled shyly and he was embracing her the next moment, his lips smashed against hers in a blaze of raw need. Her knees almost buckled, but his arms were locked tight around her waist, keeping her safe, stroking the fire even higher. The towel from her head dropped to the floor.


Her demanding fingers dipped beneath the hem of his tight t-shirt to find purchase on his skin, the taut muscles of his back shifting and moving under her touch. Spike moaned into her mouth, the husky sound reverberating all the way to her core. Their kiss turned hard and possessive, their lips battled, tongues slid together, teeth nipped. Buffy could taste the metallic hint of blood but wasn’t sure if it was his or hers. None of it mattered. She raked her fingers through his hair, gripped it to pull him closer.


In turn, Spike dragged his hands down to her hips and molded her into him, slipping one hand up her thigh to hook it around his hip. There wasn’t an inch of space between them but it wasn’t enough. The fast rush of her blood demanded more.


“Need you.” She managed to breathe in between the kisses as Spike lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist automatically.


He dropped her down on the bed and she bounced a couple of times on the soft mattress before he covered her with his body. Nothing had ever felt this right. Nothing could drive her more mindless than having him lying atop her, his hands moving beneath her t-shirt and up her ribcage to caress the underside of her breasts.


She barely had a second to gulp in oxygen before he returned to her lips. The need inside her pulsed faster, her heart pounded as he whipped the t-shirt over her head and traced her neck with his moist lips.


“God, Buffy.” He kissed the tops of her breasts and gazed up at her with dark eyes.


No words would come out of her mouth so she arched her back and tightened her legs around his waist. When she did this, his eyes rolled up and he ground his hips against hers before turning his attention back to her breasts. He reached around her and undid the clasp of her bra, tugging it impatiently out of the way so he could go back to exploring every uncovered inch of her flesh.


Stars exploded behind her eyelids when he took a nipple between his lips and sucked. Her hands flew into his hair to hold him in place as he massaged her breasts. If he didn’t do something—anything—soon, she’s simply die. Burn alive with the uncontrollable fire rushing through her veins.


“Please… please…”


“Please what, luv?” His voice was ragged and breathy but he still managed to leer.


She couldn’t find it in herself to complain when he slipped one of his hands into her shorts and tugged at her nipple with his teeth at the same time. His fingers slid smoothly across her flesh, gathering the wetness to circle her clit.


When he leaned away from her, her mind struggled to process the loss of contact. Before she could ask him what was wrong he dropped to his knees and took off both her shorts and her underwear, tossing them on the floor. Spike didn’t give her any time to be embarrassed or even try to resist what they both knew she wanted as he spread her legs.


He smiled at her gently and kissed his way up her inner thighs, teasing her mercilessly with his gentle touch.


“So beautiful.” He pressed his lips against her slit and she couldn’t do anything but gasp.


Nothing had ever felt this good. Then he sneaked out his tongue to lick her, wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure was too much and he didn’t stop. He just kept on suckling and her breath quickened, her hips bucked but he held them down and she felt as if she could start flying at any moment. His tongue flickered and teased, driving her crazy.


Her mouth felt dry from all the panting but she couldn’t care less because she was all too near the point of no return and his hands were gripping her thighs hard enough to hurt just a bit which made her even more aroused. Her eyes demanded to be closed but she couldn’t look away from the dark desire and sheer love shining from his eyes as he gazed up at her from between her thighs. The sight was too decadent, almost enough to throw her over the edge.


He dipped his tongue inside her, thrusting as far as he could and his thumb stroked her clit. So close. Just a few more strokes and she would…


He stopped and shot to his feet. Disoriented, Buffy looked up at him as he threw a quilt over her and took her discarded clothes from the floor before crawling under the bed.


Someone knocked on the door and her eyes widened. She frantically pulled the cover closer under her chin before calling out, “C-come in!”


Giles entered her bedroom. “Buffy…. I was discharged earlier so I wanted to let you know.”


“Giles! Hi! A-are you okay?”


He smiled. “I’m fine. I’ll go order the pizza and we can talk.”


“S-sounds great. I’ll be out in a minute. Just need to… eh… freshen up.”


“Alright. I’ll be in the living room.”


The door closed and Buffy collapsed on her back with a groan, her whole body still throbbing from Spike’s touch.


He rolled out from beneath the bed and stood up. With a rueful smile, he rubbed the back of his neck and handed her the clothes.


“You want me to finish what I started?”


She blushed and desperately wanted to say yes until she imagined Giles entering her bedroom to find out what toppings she wanted on her pizza and finding her getting eaten by a vampire. And not in the conventional way either.


“Can’t. I’m sorry.”


“No, I get it.” He leaned down to kiss her, the contact heated and desperate even if the kiss was short. “The Watcher really knows how to spoil the moment.”


Buffy smiled and caressed his cheek before he stood up. “Maybe… umm… next time?”


“Count on it.” He shot her a lustful glance and climbed out of the window.


Cold water was what she needed. Buffy stood up but her knees buckled and she fell back on the bed.


'Damn your timing, Giles.'


*******


She found him sitting on the stool next to the kitchen counter, a glass with what looked suspiciously like whisky in his hand.


“Hi,” she said. “You know, you should have told me you were coming sooner. I would have waited for you, ordered food.”


The corner of his mouth lifted in a hint of a smile. “Don’t worry yourself over me.”


Her legs still trembled from Spike’s attentions so she sank on the couch. Twisting around, Buffy folded her hands on top of the backrest and propped her chin on them.


“Of course I worry.”


He took a sip from the glass and glanced at her briefly. “Buffy… I’m sorry.”


“What? Why would you be sorry?”


“Well, I think it is fairly safe to say that if it wasn’t for me, none of this would have happened.”


“It was nobody’s fault. Drusilla has thrall. You couldn’t do anything against that and… if someone’s responsible, it’s me. I’m the Slayer, Giles. Not you. Not Faith. I’m the one that should have protected you.”


“If it weren’t for you, we’d all be dead.” He took off his glasses and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. “Do you have any news about Faith? Is she…?”


“The same. But she’ll be fine… she has to be.”


*******


Spike was restless. It wasn’t anything new, but he hated being cooped up inside because the sun was still up and he couldn’t fall asleep. Calling Buffy on the phone to chase away the boredom was off limits too since she was at school. He’d already texted her his new address, just in case she’d want to stop by sometimes. Not necessarily today if she didn’t want to. Even if he couldn’t think of anything else but kissing her breathless or christening every sturdy surface around in a way that left him feeling more than a little uncomfortable in his tight jeans.


With a sigh, he stood up and grabbed a vacuum cleaner.


Two hours later, the wooden floors of his new studio apartment were so clean one could eat off them, the bathroom practically shone and all the furniture had been moved twice. Now Spike sat on the large dark green sofa and tapped his fingers against his bouncing knee.


Maybe he should redecorate again. Would Buffy like it? What if she hated his apartment and refused to spend time there?


'Alright now you’re just being bloody stupid, you git.'


The whole place was neat, he had to admit. And what he was sure Buffy would appreciate, he came by it in a legitimate way. He rented it from a demon who worked as a solicitor, fair and square.


The apartment was practically an open space, except for the bedroom which was located in the loft. It was done in red, black and white, but he thought he should get more bright colours such as green and yellow for the living room. Buffy liked bright colours.


God, but he was bored out of his mind and he’d already run out of cigarettes. He reached for the remote and surfed through the channels, stretching out his legs in front of him in effort to get comfortable. He’d barely glanced at the flickering plasma screen when an idea occurred to him.


He could help Buffy. Having her best friend in a coma put a lot of strain on her and maybe, just maybe he could help.


Spike rolled over and snatched his phone, searching through the contacts to locate the number of a woman who dabbled with white magic. He’d stumbled upon her one night after he’d been almost killed in one of his reckless attempts at taking on several demons that were twice his size. The witch had found him in an alley, dragged him to a little shop of hers and gave him some sort of concoction that sped up his healing. He didn’t know why she’d helped him but he was glad he kept her phone number.


There probably wasn’t anything she could do for a coma patient, but it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?


With a determined face, Spike pressed the call button and waited for someone to pick it up.


TBC


A/N: Uh-oh, what kind of plan is Spike cooking up?? And also, do you hate me for leaving Buffy... hanging? ;)