Xena Complex
By Bloodytearsoflife

Summery: The trip back to Sunnydale and wacky hijinx.

Author's note: This chapter was written primarily by Bloodytearsoflife, with some tweeking by Ariel Dawn. BTL is a fab writer. This is also her first smut scene....which is fab!

Disclaimer: Joss owns them, all I want is my very own naked Spike, preferably chocolate covered, but Joss won’t let me even if I asked nicely.

Collaboration between myself and the fabulous Bloodytearsoflife. Following the Angel and the bot debacle, Buffy, Spike, Willow and the bot head back to Sunnydale.
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Chapter 2: Nurse Betty

The trip back to Sunnydale had been quiet. Buffy sat silently in the passenger seat as Willow sat in the back, punching away at her laptop that was connected to the bot sitting next to her.

It was unnerving to see herself reflected in the side mirror, features slack and eyes dull with no life. The only sound in the car was the tap of the keys and Spike’s quiet humming. They had agreed to no music since, well Buffy couldn’t stand Spike’s music and the only tape she had brought was now smashed to bits on the highway before them. Dawn was gonna be so mad...but now the silence was killing her…and just exactly what was Willow doing?

“Will, what are you up to?” Buffy asked, turning around in the bench seat, thrusting her ass out into Spike‘s line of vision.

Spike tightened his grip on the steering wheel as he tried to not flat out stare at the ass the Slayer had wiggling as she leaned over the seat. Stupid bint’s doing it on purpose.

“Hm? Oh, so I was thinking…” Willow began, her fingers poised over the keys as she glanced nervously at Buffy. “Not that I wouldn’t be thinking, cause hey, breathing here...”

“Willow…”

“Okay, about the whole breaking her up into little bitty pieces thing? I think that the bot has a lot of helpful potential. I mean, she could help on patrol and if we ever needed live bait…” The last comment earning a snort from Spike. “Well not live exactly...more of a faux live.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike’s snort but he didn’t respond to her. She shook her head and turned back to Willow.

“I don’t know Will. Look at all the wacky it’s already gotten us into. And plus, there’s the whole eww factor now. And that outfit?” Buffy waved her hand at the bot with eww on her face, “I am so, blech, fire is too good for that outfit,” she said eyeing the Xena costume with disgust.

“I don’t know pet. Could look rather fetching on you. Could have some fun,” Spike purred and Buffy smacked him on the arm.

“Eww, Perv!” Buffy stared back at him shocked and appalled. “There is no way I’m doing anything...ever...with that Xena...eww...after what I just saw. Blech.” Buffy leaned over and whispered into Spike’s ear, “Maybe with a nurse Betty outfit, though.”

Spike’s head snapped towards her, his eyes comically wide. Spike’s prized Desoto, the car he called his baby began to drift into oncoming traffic. Suddenly a car horn blasted and Spike was brought back into a reality that had Buffy sitting beside him in his car, rather than between his legs in a nurse outfit. He hurriedly straightened out the car again as he tried to think of something revolting to ease the pressure in his pants.

His thoughts drifted back to finding Angel nude and trussed up like a Christmas Goose, before the Buffy bot. Oh god, think of something else!

Spike stared straight ahead chanting a mantra in his head. Crosses, Holy water, Angelus with a moustache, Darla with a whip, Stakes…

Buffy internally laughed with glee as Willow stared at her trying to figure out what she just said. Buffy nodded her head in triumph at getting the last word and turned back to Willow.

“But seriously Buffy, especially with the whole Glory thing, a second you might come in handy,” Willow suggested.

Buffy let out a sigh of frustration before resigning herself to the idea. Dawn’s safety meant more to her than anything else and if she had to deal with the bot to keep her safe, she’d do it.

“All right, just as long as you reprogram it and stop it from jumping my ex-boyfriends.” Buffy sighed. “Might be a good idea to program it with up to date info on Glory. Oh! And maybe you could find a fighting program and put more fighting moves in.”

“This is going to be so much fun!” Willow exclaimed, getting a gleeful look in her eye and immediately began her tapping again.

Buffy turned around and sat back down. “So glad one of us is excited,” she grumbled.

“What was that pet?” Spike asked looking over at her. She shook her head at him. “If you want to be excited, I think I could arrange that,” he said with a grin, curling his tongue behind his teeth.

“I bet you could,” Buffy shot back, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth.

Spike suddenly starting coughing, his hand coming up automatically to cover his mouth. A look of concern passed over her face. He finally stopped and took his hand away, Buffy catching it instantly.

“Spike, you’re coughing blood?” she questioned as she looked down at his palm, a little splatter of blood on the inside.

“It’s nothin’. Still got some bones to knit up and some muscles to mend after the hell bitch’s tupperware party. Nothing you need worry your pretty little head about. Just going to take longer with pig’s blood,” he explained as he took his hand away and wiped it on her pants. Really high on her pants.

“Eww! Spike!”

Spike chuckled to himself, returning his attention to the road, with only a brief look at the bloodstain on Buffy’s upper thigh. He just wondered what it would feel like with out the pants.

Ah crap! Crosses, Holy water, Angelus with a moustache, Darla with a whip, Stakes…

Buffy stared at him for a long while, an internal debate going on. She finally turned forward a decision already made.

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They were alone, in his car. They’d just finish dropping Willow and the bot off, Buffy saying she’d do a quick patrol and come back home. The car seemed smaller, more intimate now that Willow and Xena weren’t occupying the back seat.

She was silent as Spike parked the car into storage and they began walking towards the cemetery. Spike knew something was up but resorted to keeping his mouth closed. He had enough healing to do without a bloody nose.

They both stopped in front of his door.

“Well love, looks like this is where we say good night.” He turned towards her to see her fidgeting, her hands playing with the cuffs of her jacket.

“Thanks for taking us to LA and for doing what you did, with Glory, not the intense awkwardness of LA. I meant it when I said it was real.”

“I love you and the Nibs. I’d do anything to keep you safe.” Spike pulled back, waiting for the retaliation he knew was coming, his hands poised at the ready to protect his ever injured nose.

“I think I’m starting to see that,” Buffy said before surprising him with her next action. She pushed him through the door and he fumbled backwards, his vampiric skills saving him from hitting the floor and instead landing in his chair with a grunt. The next thing he knew he had a lap full of Slayer, her coat dropping down to the floor.

“What’re you doing Slayer?” he asked as he watched with awe as Buffy straddled him.

“Spike, I need you to do something,” she said as she brushed her hair to one side. “Drink.”

“Are you off your bloody rocker? I know that seeing Peaches, all trussed up like that, was traumatic. Bugger if I don’t have daymares. Hell, it nearly drove me batty the first time I saw a display like that, course it was Darla holding the whip.” Buffy stopped his rambling with a single finger over his lips.

“Spike, I know what I’m doing. You need to heal. Glory…I don’t know if I’m going to be able to do this on my own. I…I need you.” She stared into his eyes, hoping he’d believe her.

Spike stared at her for a while, trying to sort his thoughts.

“This has nothing to do with what just happened with Peaches, does it?” he asked, staring at her.

“Eww, of course not. Plus, I told you, I don’t do Xena. I do her persona enough in real life. It’s nurse Betty,” Buffy chided and felt a stirring in herself as Spike’s eyes lit up.

“Well nurse, better make me better,” he murmured against her neck. Buffy gripped onto him as he nibbled and licked her neck, sending tingles down her spine. She let out a gasp as he bit down, a rapturous feeling rocketing through her and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking against him, striving for completion. He continued to suck at her neck, a warm flush breaking out over her skin.

She sat dazed in his lap once he let go. God, Angel’s bite had felt nothing like this. This was guilty pleasure good.

“Buffy, you okay luv?” he asked as he started to licked the wound shut. His body was already healing, thanks to the infusion of Slayer blood.

“Hmm,” she moaned contentedly.

The crashing of the crypt door made Buffy sit up straight, Spike’s hands on her hips were the only things keeping her from falling.

“Buffy!” Angel gasped as he stood in the door. His appearance was disheveled, looking as if he’d run the whole way there, a couple of twigs sticking out of his hair.

“Oh balls…” Spike cursed, relinquishing his hold on Buffy’s hips.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” spat Buffy.

“I came to apologize, what are you doing here?” Angel demanded.

“Well, I had planned on maybe seeing if Spike was bigger than you and then seeing if he could show me program #2. You know, the one you passed out from,” she jibed. She felt Spike’s laughter reverberated through her and she wiggled a bit, making him let out a small moan.

“I did NOT pass out. I was…well…that’s not the point here. What are you really doing here? Are those bite marks on your neck!?” he questioned as he put his hands on his hips.

“Yes they are, but that’s none of your business. Now I was enjoying a perfect happy moment until you walked in. Leave. Please.”

“Buffy! Are you possessed or something?”

“No, are you? You seemed to be having a lot of fun with ‘me’ earlier,” she shouted back, using air quotes around ‘me’.

“I thought it was you. I didn’t know it was…a robot,” he said quietly.

Spike snorted, but couldn’t keep in his laughter.

“Angel, where you always this dumb? Even if it was me, remember your little curse, the perfect happiness moment clause?” she asked expectantly as she grudgingly got up from Spike’s lap.

“I…I wasn’t thinking. I just really missed you…”

“And whose fault is that? You left, you deal with it, because god knows I have. And how could you not know she wasn’t me? Hello?” She looked up to see Angel opening his mouth to answer but stopped him by putting her hand up. “You know what, never mind, I don’t want to know. Just go Angel.”

“Fine,” he said quietly. He turned around and began walking out the door. She waited till he was a few paces away before yelling after him.

“Hey Angel! Where did you get the Xena outfit? I wanna see if they have a nurse one!”

In the distance she could hear the sounds of a grown man falling over a tombstone.

Buffy turned back to Spike with a smile on her face. “Now where were we?” she asked as she closed the door and leaned against it. She felt like her skin caught on fire as Spike stared at her as he stalked towards her, stopping just within reach. His gaze pierced her and it struck her then just how blue his eyes were.

“I don’t know pet, why don’t you tell me?” He held back a groan as her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

“I think we were somewhere along the lines of…here,” she replied while she grabbed onto his belt loops, tugged him flush against her and nibbled on his throat. Spike didn’t hold back his groan this time and felt Buffy smile against his neck.

Two can play this game…Spike thought as he angled his head to attend to the marks he’d just given her; her moan when straight to his core, his pants more than uncomfortable now. He rubbed up against her, trying to ease the ache her moans were creating. Her warmth permeated him through the layers of denim, driving him on.

She needed to feel him. His cool hands were bliss on her overheated skin and she quickly shredded both their shirts, crushing her chest against his and relishing at the sensation. His hands were everywhere, stroking her back, kneading her breasts, caressing just below the waistband of her jeans; while her own mapped out the muscles on his chest, arms and back, following the sinewy lines as they flexed beneath her touch.

And his mouth…Oh god his mouth. It coursed out over her body, nipping and suckling as it went, each time inflaming her more. She tugged at his surprisingly soft curls to recapture his mouth, his hands digging into her waist as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him, bathing him in the scent of her arousal.

She rubbed against him as he began walking, taking the opportunity to nibble up his jaw to his ear. He let out a hiss as she bit down his neck and worried the spot where his pulse should have been. She didn’t know what was spurring her on to do these actions: it was instinct. There was something deep within her, primal, that was leading her. So far it had all been rousing; who was she to complain?

The sudden drop made her let out a little yelp, gripping onto Spike tightly. She looked around to find herself in the lower level of the crypt. The room was dark, so dark that Buffy could barely make out the bed in the middle of the room. The rumble of Spike’s laughter set another wave of desire through her and she ground against him, causing him to stumble.

“If you keep that up pet, we’ll never make it to the bed,” he growled against her ear.

“Who said I wanted to make it to the bed?” she questioned back. Her voice was low and husky even to her own ears and she was rewarded with a groan.

“Oh Buffy…wanna do right by you…” he mumbled against her throat as he deposited her on the bed. He briefly left her, causing a whimper from the slayer to light a few candles scattered about the room. That done he stalked towards her, and the red silk sheet covered canopy bed on which she was sitting. He trailed kisses down her chest, stopping to lavish her nipples through her lacy bra before continuing down. Instead of stopping where she hope he would, he continued down and took off her shoes and socks, massaging her feet and working his way up.

Spike nuzzled against her mound and then undid her pants, his cock throbbing at the site of her lacy knickers. He slid the pants slowly down her legs, savouring every inch of skin that was exposed. He stood back and just took in the image of Buffy, her sunshine hair fanned out around her, clothed only in her lacy bits, lying against the crimson sheets, her cheeks flush and skin glowing.

“God, you’re beautiful Buffy,” he whispered adamantly. Rather than say something, she crooked her finger at him, beckoning him towards her. He began to lower himself and was suddenly flipped onto his back, Buffy settled on top of him.

“My turn.” She captured his mouth again, craving his taste. Reluctantly she pulled away, trailing down his body, dropping kisses along the way. She stopped as her eyes became level with his zipper, the obvious bulge showing his arousal. She chewed on her lip as she undid the button and lowered the zipper, his erection standing predominantly amongst his dark curls.

Spike wiggled his hips in efforts to get his pants off. Buffy grabbed a hold of the waistband and pulled down, her nails scratching lightly down his legs. She knelt back, enjoying the view of his alabaster skin in the candlelight, skimming over his body the same way he had hers.

“I think some one has too many clothes on,” Spike said as he rose up on his elbows.

“What you going to do about it?” Buffy challenged. The next thing she knew she was flopped down onto the bed, agile fingers ripping her bra and underwear from her body.

“Hey those were my favourite, OH!” Buffy’s complaint ended in a moan as Spike latched onto her exposed nipple, biting down on the pebbled nub. She bucked her hips up, trying to capture the erection she could feel against her thigh.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he questioned as he let go of one breast and attended the other. Her answer was a moan, her hands lacing through his hair as her back arched off the bed in pleasure.

“Spike…” Buffy reached down and encircled his cock, giving it a tight squeeze. He immediately let go of her nipple, a torn whimper filling the room, his hands fisting up the sheets. A smile of feminine pride lit her face and she moved her hand up and down his length.

“Oh bloody hell...” Spike’s head rested on her chest as he pumped his hips slightly. She jumped slightly as she felt his fingers begin to trace her outer lips before diving between her folds, thumbs rubbing slow circles on her clit. “Hmm, so hot…”

“Oh god!” She mewled as Spike pumped his fingers in her quim, the pleasure building up inside her; but she needed more. “Spike, need you in me, now.” His fingers leisurely pulled out and Spike resettled himself between her legs, most of his weight rested on his forearms. He stared down at her, eyes dark with desire.

“You sure luv?” Spike felt like a ponce for asking, but he had to make sure. He couldn’t do this unless she completely wanted to, his William side wouldn’t let him.

“More than sure,” she answered as she trailed her hands up his arms and locking them behind his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His lips were soft beneath hers and she quickly opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. She broke away with a cry as Spike instantly plunged into her, losing all coherence.

“Oh god, so hot, so tight, so bloody perfect,” Spike babbled as Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips. And he was right, they were perfect; he filled her completely, hitting all the right places.

Buffy’s nails dug into his shoulder as Spike started a leisurely pace, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he nibbled on her neck and collarbone. Buffy’s hands raked down Spike’s back, making small trails of blood. He moaned against her neck and began to pick up his pace, his strokes becoming steadily faster.

“Oh god yes!”

“You like that kitten?”

“Hmm…” They continued to share frenzied kisses, their bodies moving in an ageless rhythm, her passage squeezing him.

“Yeah luv, just like that, squeeze me.” His strokes turned rapid, knowing he was close and wanting her to come with him. He tailed one hand between their bodies and began circling her clit, making her become wetter.

“Spike, Spike, Spike…” she repeated over and over, his name becoming her mantra, her hips rocking against his.

“Come with me luv,” he purred against her skin, his blunt teeth ghosting over his mark from earlier. It was calling like a siren, her blood pumping beneath the surface, so close.

“I need…Oh god I need…” Buffy was unable to say what she needed into words. She felt her neck tingle and then knew exactly what she needed. She titled her head, allowing Spike more access to her neck. She wrapped her hands around his head, pressing his blunt teeth harder into her neck. She shivered with delight as she felt him shift, his rough tongue lapping against his mark.

“Please?”

Her simple request drove him over the edge and he bite down, her blood filling his mouth as she screamed out her pleasure, her walls milking his cock for all it was worth. He spilled his seed, his hips continuing to pump, drawing out her orgasm. He collapsed against her chest, rolling slightly to the side and pulling her with him. He licked at his bite, sealing it shut, a soft purr emitting from his chest.

“Love you,” he murmured against her neck. She hummed contentedly, tucking herself against him, his once again hard shaft still buried within her. “Night luv.” He wrapped an arm around her securing her to him as he used the other to bring the blankets over them.

“Night Spike,” she whispered, a smile on her face as she curled tighter against him. They both soon fell asleep, bodies satisfied…for the moment.

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“Buffy!”

Buffy turned over in her bed and snuggled closer to the cool body lying next to her. It was about a week later after the ‘Angel and Bot’ debacle and she was doing her best to repress the memories. She and Spike had started something after Angel had left. They hadn’t put a label on it yet but it was…nice, very nice.

After some slightly restless patrolling, and a run in with Glory’s minions, they’d thought it best to stick together, strength in numbers and what not. Really, Buffy just wanted Spike around and to have her wicked way with him. And who could blame her?

“Buffy!” Willow’s voice called again, from down stairs, closer this time.

“What?” she called out, keeping her eyes close and wrapping an arm around her vamp.

Willow pressed herself up against Buffy’s bedroom door. After the initial shock of seeing Buffy in the buff, with Spike, wrapped up in the buff, two days ago, Willow Rosenberg was willing to keep Buffy’s door closed at all times.

“Uhh, I’m not sure how to tell you this but I think we have a problem again…with the bot,” she said after a pause.

“Now what?” Buffy groaned as she opened her eyes to see Spike watching her.

“It’s missing again and uh, I’m not sure you’re going to like where it’s at.”

“Where is it Willow?!”

“Umm, Belize,” Willow answered timidly, her voice barely coming through the door.

“Belize…Belize,” Buffy repeated and then locked eyes with Spike, one word coming out.

“Riley.”
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