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Drowning In You by BloodEnvy
 
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Spike was going crazy.

The Slayer hadn’t been on patrol for the last few nights, at least not anywhere he could find her. It wasn’t like the girl to skip slaying, and the fact that he’d seen her hunk-of-boring boyfriend around Fairview and the Sunnydale funeral home told him she wasn’t with him. Could she have figured him out already?

Spike considered that possibility for little more than a minute before dismissing it. He knew for a fact that the Watcher’s diaries didn’t hold much information on him, at least before he killed that Chinese Slayer, he’d ‘borrowed’ them one by one from Giles over the years to see what they said about him. As it turned out, it was as he had suspected: the usual stuffy bollocks about ‘stake on sight’, ‘known as William the Bloody’. They’d even managed to get his age wrong, the gits. But the diaries knew nothing about his poetic past, so he knew the Watcher couldn’t have made that leap.

So what was it?

Was she just changing her routine?

Maybe she was actually trying to avoid him, after their little argument last patrol. He couldn’t help it, it was in his bloody nature to torment the Slayer, and now that he couldn’t, and didn’t want to do it physically… in most ways… anymore, he had to give it to her this way. Besides, she gave it right back. But maybe this time he’d gone too far.

He shook his head. That’s a right bloody cock-up. The bitch loved it. She could pretend all she likes, but he knew the fight got her hot, he could smell it. The physical fight… and the verbal. She was a spitfire, that one, and he knew she got off on it just as much as he did. She just wasn’t willing to admit it.

Yet.

He smirked, lighting up and lifting his cigarette to his lips. He was lying back on the sarcophagus, one arm tucked behind his head. A half-empty bottle of Jack sat on the ground, within arm’s reach, and he stared at the ceiling.

She really was something… beautiful, fiery and passionate. Honey blonde hair and hazel eyes, a quick temper and an even quicker wit… subtle curves and beautiful, unblemished skin despite all her past injuries. His eyes closed and his free hand travelled from his cigarette to his stomach, ghosting over his shirt until his fingers found his belt buckle.

A few quick flicks of his wrist and Spike had unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and was wrapping a hand around his burgeoning erection. A smirk still playing lightly on his lips, Spike began to move his hand slowly up and down its length, flicking his thumb over the tip as images of the Slayer danced through his mind.

Her, dancing in the Bronze, hips swaying, arms raised above her head. The teasing smile she gave as she turned, enjoying the attention she was getting from the men that she knew were beneath her. The way she moved when she was on the hunt, the way she fought, the alluring grimace she made as she exchanged blows…

Spike groaned as he tightened his grip slightly, his pace increasing. He let his fingertips brush his balls before running his thumb over the now-weeping tip again, feeling the foreskin roll under his hand. He focused on the shape of her curves underneath the backless shirts she favored, the golden skin of her lower back that he knew was peach-soft from fighting alongside her. The full pout of her shiny lips as she bared her teeth, the way she’d kissed him while under Red’s Will-Be-Done spell…

The way she smiled at him, eyes shining with unshed tears as she said ‘yes’ to him. That very first kiss before she had spent the rest of the night in his lap, biting his ear lobe, kissing him fully… teasingly running her hand over his thigh and higher until—

“Blondie Bear?”

Bollocks.
 


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“OOMPH!”

Buffy hit the ground, the wind knocked from her by a hard blow to her stomach, delivered by the vampire standing over her. Immediately rolling and rising to a crouch, she planted her hands before flipping backwards, letting her boot connect with the vamp’s jaw. Spinning to face her assailant, she fell into a defensive position.

Round seven feet tall, the vampire towered above Buffy’s petite frame. Heavily built and dressed in black leather and polyester, she guessed he was either a bouncer or biker in his human life. He leered, running his tongue over his teeth, face morphing into its demonic visage.

He’d be absolutely terrifying if his tombstone hadn’t told her his name was Frances.

With a smile, Buffy shot her foot out in a wide arc, kicking him in the shoulder. Without breaking motion she continued the movement, drawing her knee towards her chest and letting loose with a hard kick to the chest, sending the guy stumbling backwards.

“Hey, Slayer. Having fun?”

A deep male voice reached Buffy’s ears, the accented tones coming from her left. Swinging her arm out in a back hand, she felt her fist connect with Frances’ face before turning towards the voice.

Leaning against the wall of the nearest mausoleum- all black leather, doc martins and platinum hair- was Spike, a cigarette dangling loosely from one hand, the other shoved in his duster pocket. Self-confident smirk in place, he watched as Buffy sent an elbow out to collide with her attacker’s collarbone.

“Fun? With this guy?” Buffy glanced at Frances, just in time to duck a swing at her head. Blocking his next two blows with her forearms, she kicked him brutally in the gut. “Not really my type, but hey, what’s life without a little variety?”

She’d managed to avoid Spike for the last week, keeping to the smaller cemeteries when she did go out, letting Riley earn himself some Boyfriend-Brownie points by letting him patrol alone and generally keeping as far away from Restfield as possible. She knew he’d have found her sooner or later, but after the incident with Riley the last time she’d seen him, she’d kind of hoped it be later.

She sidestepped a kick that would have snapped her knee, before being forced back by a messy combination. The vampire had the same ability as any new fledgling had fresh from the grave, but his size was making it difficult. She was spending a lot more time evading hits rather than dealing them.

“If you’re looking for a little variety, love,” Spike moved off of the wall, crushing his cigarette under his boot. He dropped his voice, a lascivious tone coloring his words, “There are other places you could find it.”

Buffy ignored the slight shiver that went through her at his tone and turned to face him, only so as to give him the benefit of seeing her eyes roll. Did he have to do that? With the bright blue eyes and the come hither voice and the sexy little smirk… not sexy, damn it!

Turning back to face her opponent, Buffy’s eyes widened as his fist came out in a harsh back handed swing, connecting with her mouth. The force of the hit sent her tumbling to the ground, the taste of blood filling her mouth. Running her tongue over the large cut on her lip, Buffy twisted around to the attacking vampire, her hands shooting up to protect her face.

The instant before the vamp grabbed her, he was pulled backwards, a fist enclosed around the scruff of his neck.

“Now is that any way to treat a lady?”

Spike jerked the vampire back towards his own body, using his other hand to punch Frances in the nose. Kneeing him in the small of the back, Spike threw the vamp to the ground, letting him roll away. Turning back to the grounded Slayer, he held out his hand.

Ignoring the proffered limb, Buffy pushed herself to her feet, dusting herself off before falling into a defensive stance next to Spike. Mirroring her position with his own, looser version; Spike watched her out of the corner of his eye, grinning as she glanced his way and started as she noticed him looking. Without taking his eyes off her, he shot his foot out to hit the vamp in the thigh, Buffy following with her own kick to the shin of the other leg.

Briefly watching the vampire stumble, Spike turned to smirk at the Slayer. “So, all alone tonight, are we? What the boy toy not worried that some big bad might get you?”

Buffy felt herself shiver again, a combination of his vocal qualities and the hand slowly running up her ass. Jumping away, she spun to face Spike, eyes wide with shock and anger.

Spike raised his hands, waving the stake he’d stolen from her pocket at her before shoving it deep into the other vamp’s chest. Idly watching the vampire dissolve into dust, Spike tucked the stake into his coat pocket before turning back to Buffy.

Cocking a scarred eyebrow at her expression, Spike held his hands up in surrender. So he’d touched, so what? He was simply getting a stake so he could kill the vampire. Nothing more.

Well, maybe more. He wouldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it. Running his hand over the taut, hot flesh of her ass and squeezing it ever so slightly before grabbing the stake. Not quite enough to keep him satisfied in the long days, but hey, it was way better than Harmony.

Buffy glared at Spike, covering her fluster with anger. What the hell did he think he was doing? Hanging about all nonchalant, fighting her bad guy, stealing her kill, touching her ass! She chose to ignore the fact that it felt really good when he did. She stayed silent, watching his body loosen out of his defensive positioning. Then without any warning, Buffy sent out her fist to collide with his nose.

“OW! What the bloody hell was that for?!” Spike bellowed, hand flying up to stem the blood. “I wasn’t doing anything!”

“It’s what you meant to do, Spike. With your eyes… and your innuendoes… and your… hands and… just stop! Alright?” Buffy yelled, punching him again. “Stop following me around on patrol, and trying to swoop and save me like some badly dressed superhero!”

“What? I wasn’t ‘swooping’! I…” Spike set his nose back into place with a crack. “…Did you just call me a hero?”

Buffy realized at that moment how close they were. Barely a foot apart, she could actually smell his leather… and cigarettes… and his skin. Were his eyes always so damn blue? He seemed to have noticed their proximity too, because he’d fallen silent, and was just… watching her, his eyes falling to her mouth. “Go away, Spike.” Why the hell was her voice so husky?

Spike was fixated on her lips, the way her tongue darted out to wet the bottom one. He ducked his head slightly, the tiniest movement towards her…

“Buffy?!”

Buffy jerked away from him. “Riley?”

Bollocks.


TBC

Sorry it took me so long to update, I promise to updatemore quickly now that school is finished :)
 
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