What A Girl Wants

Chapter 7—Carefully Spoken Words

Dawn and Tara arrived at the house around midnight. Buffy’s door was closed; Willow’s door was open, her bed empty. When they tried Buffy’s door, it was locked, and for a second they thought they heard whispers inside, but a closer listen revealed nothing. The girls decided to go downstairs to grab a snack and watch a movie.

The occupants of the room breathed a sigh of relief. Spike had her on her knees and elbows, reaming slowly in and out of her heat. Each thrust grazed her nipples against the sheets, short pants huffing out of her mouth as she tried to be quiet. He angled down into her, and his cockhead rubbed anew on the bundles of nerve endings deep inside her, and Buffy bunched the sheets in her fists and shoved them in her mouth to stifle the screams threatening to erupt from her lungs.

She kept thinking that at some point she would start to feel sore or tired, but each orgasm seemingly rejuvenated them, rekindling their passions anew as they touched. She wondered what Spike would think if he knew he had made her come more times tonight than Riley did the entire time he’d slept with her. She justly decided that was not a topic, because, who cared about Captain Cardboard anyway. He was the past, this was her happy future, and she couldn’t wait to live it.

He reached beneath her and found her clit with his fingers, and she twisted beneath him, wave after wave of sensation rolling over her as she crashed into the edge again. His cool spendings quenched her fires somewhat as he drove deep into her, close behind her, and he shuddered and laid his head on her back, the beating of her heart lulling him, making him quiescent.

She looked over her shoulder at him, and grinned. “So, should we go downstairs?”

“Could reload—with fluids, I mean. Getting kind of parched.”

“Me too. And I have other body functions that need attended to. So, do we boldly go downstairs, or do we climb out the window and come in through the door.”

“Discretion, pet. Through the front door. Don’t want them to think they disturbed us, or interrupted anything. I mean, we are talking teenage hormone bomb and shy little loverwicca, right?”

“Yeah. Okay.” She pulled her clothes on, grabbed her shoes, and groaned at the sight of her hair. “And it was so cute earlier.”

“Still beautiful, pet.” She looked over, and he was fully dressed, hips cocked forward in the usual stance where he stood by the window. She shook herself out of her dazed musings, and went to join him, then ran back and quietly clicked the lock open on her door.

“Gotta be able to get in later, right?” She said, then climbed out the window and down the tree. He was right behind her, and together they climbed the porch stairs. They were laughing when they came through the door, and felt the eyes of the girls on the couch boring through them.

“Hey Dawnie, Tara. How was the movie?”

“Good. Funny. How was patrol?” Dawn replied around a mouthful of popcorn.

“Boring.” Buffy flopped down into the chair, and Spike settled himself on the floor at her knee. She played with his curls absentmindedly, drawing Dawn’s attention to his hair.

“Love the ‘do, Spike. Trying something new? Planning on keeping it?”

If he could have, he would have blushed. “Uh, your sister likes it.”

“O-oh, I do to. It makes you look younger,” Tara said, nodding.

“That’s exactly what I thought, Tara.” Buffy tousled the curls affectionately, and he grimaced.

“Oi, vampire. Evil, and forever young. I’ll have you know that I was turned at the prime of my life, for that era.”

“How old?”

Spike looked at Dawn, her question not registering. “Beg pardon?”

“How old were you when you were turned?”

“Er—twenty-eight.”

“That’s the prime?” Dawn laughed, and Buffy joined her when she realized her sister was teasing him. Spike growled, then laughed good-naturedly when he realized the joke was on him. Still, he felt the need to defend his honor.

“I’ll have you know, I’m one of the youngest vampires to go from fledgling to master. I was only twenty years undead when I did it.”

“The one in China?” Buffy asked.

“The same. It took Angelus years before he ever was more than a fledge. Same for Dru, but only because of her insanity. Angelus wouldn’t allow her far enough away from him for her to really grow in power, till the visions and the thrall.” He looked around at the rapt faces, and said, “I don’t want to bore you.”

“You’re not boring us, Spike. You’re bringing it to life for us. I mean, all the things you’ve done, the places you’ve been—that alone is fantastic.” Buffy tilted her head, and Tara thought how much it looked like one of Spike’s gestures. “Giles would be fascinated by this. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, and someday I might share it with him. Depends on how long he leaves me undusted.”

Tara shook her head. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be dusting you. Um, Buffy made it pretty clear to everyone at the shop this morning. I was proud of her for standing up for herself finally.”

Buffy smiled warmly at Tara. “I think that we’ve both done a lot of growing up lately. All of us.”

There was a knock at the door, and all heads turned that way. Buffy got up to answer it, and found Xander and Anya standing on the porch.

“Can we come in?”

Buffy backed up, and let the couple in the door. They waited for her, and she led them into the living room. They sat on the couch with Dawn and Tara, with Buffy and Spike across from them.

Xander looked nervous. Moreso, he looked upset. They waited patiently, until the dam finally burst.

“Buffy, Spike—Anya and I have spent the day talking about, uh, what you talked about earlier at the Magic Box. She’s, uh, showed me the way I’ve been thinking and behaving, and….” He trailed off, then focused on Spike.

“Man, you’ve always been handy for me to blame for anything. Even just my own daily irritations I took out on you. Buffy’s my best friend, okay, one of them, and she means so much to me on so many levels, man. I just don’t want to see her hurt, and you’re still a vampire without a soul. But you have helped me, saved my ass quite a few times last summer, and I still treated you like something I would wipe off my shoe. But you never stopped. Even though Buffy wasn’t here to impress, you never stopped. You took the abuse, you took Dawn in hand, you kept patrolling with us, and you kept coming back for more.”

Xander looked at the floor, and then looked back up at Spike. “I was wrong. I was wrong about you, and I owe you, more than you know. There’s no way in hell I can make it up to you, ever. Buffy loves you, and to have her in my life, I have to have you too. And I can get used to that. Hell, I’m already used to it, despite the comments. Truce?”

Spike knew how much it took for Xander to say those words in front of this crowd. He’d lived with the bloke, after all, and sometimes things discussed in darkness never saw the light of day. The gesture touched him, and there was no hesitation in his voice. “Truce, Xander. Friends?”

Spike got to his knees to extend his hand, and a very surprised Xander accepted his handshake. The girls sniffed, and even Anya looked a little misty. “Too happy to hold a grudge, Xander. I love Buffy, Buffy loves me and all’s right with the world.”

“That was, like, so cool of the two of you. Years of burning hatred and animosity, shaken away with your handshake—“

“That’s more than enough, Bit.”

“Don’t push it, Dawnie. It’ll take some getting used to, but hey, we can still bash Angel, right?”

“Angel.” Buffy looked at her friends, and looked pointedly at Spike. “I’m gonna have to go down to LA in a couple of days. Volunteers for Dawn Duty?”

“I’ll stay here with the Bit. After the barbecue?”

“Yeah.”

“Glinda will likely need help moving back in.”

“Yeah. Tara, will my room be okay? I thought, since Spike was the only guy….”

“Bathroom arrangements. Yes, Buffy, that’s fine with me.”

“Yeah, I don’t want to run into Spike naked, that’s for sure. Scar me for life.”

Spike flopped his hand at Xander. “Tickle the bit for me, mate, I’m too tired to get up and take out after her. Easy on the screeches, though—they make my ears bleed.”

They laughed at Xander’s attempts at tickling Dawn, then Buffy looked at the clock. “I wonder where Will is? It’s after one in the morning.”

“She could be at the Bronze with Amy.”

“A-amy? Amy the rat?” Tara blanched, and Spike cursed his loose tongue.

“Don’t worry, Glinda.”

“It was one of the loose ends that Will wanted to tie up before she left. The last one. I told her, no more magic in this house. That doesn’t apply to you, Tara.”

“What about me?”

“You have too much homework to study magic too. And train with me and Spike. And other stuff.”

Buffy didn’t need to remind her what the other stuff was. The stolen stuff. “Okay.”

“M-maybe I could teach her some simple stuff. A glamour. A find-your-way spell. Stuff that could be useful to her, if she needs it.”

Buffy looked at the hope in her sister’s eyes, and decided not to quash her potential. “Okay. Simple stuff.” A yawn caught her by surprise, and she stretched her arms over her head, then wrapped them around Spike’s neck. “Time for bed for Slayers and slayees. Come on, love, let’s go nighty-night.”

She stood, pulling Spike to his feet, and they headed up to their room. Dawn’s voice, then eager footsteps followed them up the stairs. “Buffy, your room was locked, how you….” She watched, amazed, as Buffy turned the knob and the door opened, then shot a grin over Spike’s shoulder at her little sister.

“How did you—? Oh, I so need a room with roof and tree access!” Dawn flew down the stairs, oblivious to the giggles from behind the door.