Title: The Gift
Betas: dusty273 and spikesredqueen
Word Count: 694
Post: Showtime, BTVS Season 7
Summary: After being rescued from The First, Spike gives Buffy a late Christmas present…
Disclaimer: Joss owns ‘em. I’m just borrowing ‘em.
Buffy somehow managed to get Spike back to casa de Summers without having to call anyone to pick them up. But as she settled the vampire down onto the cot in the basement, watching him struggle not to growl in pain, she couldn’t stop the guilt that clutched her heart.
He hadn’t complained at all about the slow trek through the streets. Not once had he asked to stop. Begged her to let him rest. He just sucked it up and let her lead him home.
Yet it wasn’t home. Not his home. She wasn’t even sure it was her home anymore. These days it was more a place to lay her head at night than to actually live her life. The only thing that made the full house tolerable was being able to escape to the basement, and even that hadn’t worked once Spike had been kidnapped.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered softly, carefully reaching for the wet rag Willow had brought her, dotting at the blood on his forehead and lower lip. “I should’ve got to you sooner. If I had, you wouldn’t be in this much pain.”
Spike reached up, gently circling her wrist with his fingers, lowering her hand from his face. “Not your fault, love. ‘Sides, from the looks of it, I’d say you had a right time of it yourself.” He nodded at the cut on her cheek, easily taking the rag from her fingers and dropping it back into the mop bucket beside the bed. “That looks like a nasty bugger. What happened?”
“Turok Han. It almost killed me. I had to kill it to get to you.”
His eyes watered, and he quickly looked away, settling his body further onto the mattress. “Shouldna done that, pet. Risked your life for me. Those blokes had nothing on Angelus. It was child’s play compared to what he dished out back in the day.”
“I couldn’t leave you there, Spike. I could never leave you there.”
His head swung back around, his bewildered gaze catching hers. “Buffy?”
She shook her head, reaching for the rag again, wringing the excess water out before moving it to the open wounds on his chest and sides. “We can talk later. Right now, I want to get these wounds cleaned up. You’ll heal faster if all the dirt is out of them.”
He nodded, watching her movements, and gasped again, involuntarily shrinking back against the mattress as she hit a sensitive spot near his ribs.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, not looking up from her task. “I’ll try to be more careful.”
Spike closed his eyelids, counting to ten, mentally willing away the pain, and then forced himself to focus on something else. “What day is it, pet? How long was I gone for?”
“Four weeks. Today’s January seventh.”
“Missed Christmas and New Year’s then.” If she caught the disappointment in his tone, she didn’t address it.
Spike forced out a sigh, angling himself up into a sitting position, and reached for the box hidden on the floor beneath the cot. When his broken ribs protested the action, causing him to let out a very unmanly like whimper, Buffy took pity on him and pulled the box out for him.
He motioned for her to lift the lid, her green eyes widening as they landed on the contents.
“Where did you get this? It’s…” Her voice trailed off as she lifted the necklace out of the box, watching as the diamonds in the stake refracted from the light hanging above their heads. “It’s beautiful, Spike.”
“It’s yours, love.” When her eyes shot back to his face, he offered, “Got it off a bloke in Africa. Said it belonged to a warrior. A slayer from the sound and looks of it. Thought you might like to have it. Carry on tradition and all that rot.”
She blinked, her eyes moist with her tears. “But I don’t have anything for you.”
“Don’t need anything, pet. You came for me. That’s more than I could ever repay.”
Buffy lowered her head, eyes fixed on the stake. “I’ll always come for you, Spike. Even when I tell myself I shouldn’t.”
Title: The Reunion
Betas: dusty273 and spikesredqueen
Word Count: 2,284
Post: Not Fade Away, ATS Season 5
Companion to: The Gift
Summary: Spike finally gets the chance to hear how Buffy feels…
Disclaimer: Joss owns ‘em. I’m just borrowing ‘em.
He hadn’t believed her. She could see it in his eyes. The doubt, the uncertainty…the fear. Did he even know that she was real? That she was here? That she’d come to rescue him again?
She shook her head, ridding it of the questions, and forced herself to focus on the task at hand—getting the wounded vampire before her to the nearest available bed. “How bad are you hurt, Spike? Can you walk on your own? Or do you need me to help you?”
He blinked, cerulean gaze finally clearing of its fog, and inclined his head once. “I’m okay, pet. Nothing a few days of rest and a couple of bags of blood won’t fix.”
Buffy nodded, taking his word for it, and swiftly headed for the entrance of the hotel. She slowed her pace when she realized he wasn’t keeping up with her as he normally would, and eyed the still intact glass doors a few feet ahead of them, silently waiting for him to catch up.
Given the scope of the battle they’d just fought, it surprised her that the entire structure was still standing. Of course, it really shouldn’t. Vampires came back from hell. From fire and Hellmouths that caved in. Even Slayers came back from the dead sometimes. An old building surviving a large-scale war didn’t hold a candle to the miracles of the people inhabiting it.
She frowned, biting her lower lip and struggled not to turn and beg the man coming up behind her for an explanation of his return. Wasn’t like she really needed one anyway. Seeing the distance in his gaze told her everything she needed to know about where his head was at, and where exactly she stood within it.
Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision just enough to make her miss the dead demon carcass sprawled across the outside threshold of the building. If it hadn’t been for the inhuman speed of the man behind her, she would’ve fallen into the glass doors… and fallen hard.
She gasped as strong fingers curled around the bare flesh of her upper arms, his touch at once both startling and soothing. His chest rose and fell behind her, drawing in oxygen he didn’t even need to breathe. The familiarity of the action comforted her, calming whatever apprehension had clawed its way inside her nerves.
“Thanks,” she murmured, chancing a look at him over her shoulder. “That probably would have hurt.”
He dropped his hand, shrugging absently. “’S the least I could do, pet. Saved our bloody arses out there, you did. Wasn’t for you and yours, Angel and I’d’ve been dust today. Either that or burnt to a crisp by that soddin’ dragon.” He shook his head, eyes flittering from her face to a spot just over her left shoulder. “Remind me to thank Red for dealin’ with that bloody thing later. The poof and me’d’ve had a time of it takin’ it out by ourselves.”
Now it was her turn to blink. “Uh, sure. I can…do that.”
He dipped his head at her agreement, and shifted around her, kicking the demon out of the way as he held open the door, patiently waiting as she stepped inside before him. As the doors closed behind them, Spike headed for the stairs at the far end of the room. A second later, though, he stopped, his head twisting until his gaze once again collided with hers. “You comin’ up with me, pet? I don’t right fancy havin’ our big reunion in the middle of slayer central. The extra eyes kinda ruins the moment for a bloke, yeah?”
She searched his eyes, trying to gauge what he meant by ‘the moment’. His once sheltered gaze opened a fraction, allowing her just enough room to see the mischief and need dancing inside.
Buffy smiled, barely remembering to acknowledge the presence of the other vampire in the room as she quickly followed the blond up the stairs and into an empty bedroom on the third floor. As soon as they were alone, Spike’s hands were in her hair, his cool lips all but devouring hers as he slowly walked them through the open doorway of the bathroom.
She startled as the shower sprayer kicked on, steam rapidly billowing into the room. “Oh, God, Spike. I-I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too, love. More than words could say.”
His shaking fingers worked the buttons of her blouse free, carefully slipping the silky material off her shoulders; she moaned as moist air hit her skin, followed quickly by a gasp as he roughly hauled her against his chest, his azure gaze boring into hers. “I know I owe you an apology, pet. And I’ll get to it. Later. Right now…I bloody well need you.”
She nodded, reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her bra. Before she could undo the button on her slacks though, his hand closed over the charm on her necklace.
At his confused, questioning look, she smiled again, lifting her palm to his cheek. “It was all I had left of you,” she explained hoarsely. “I haven’t taken it off since the night you gave it to me.”
She shook her head, dropping her hand from his face and reached for the hem of his torn shirt. “Later, Spike. We’ll talk later.”
“You sure, pet? We do this and, there’s no going back. I won’t let you go again.”
“I don’t want you to let me go,” she whispered, drawing his shirt up and over his head. As her fingers splayed across his bruised torso, he gasped, her light touch causing his whole body to shudder.
She instantly jerked her hand away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”
He captured her lips in another kiss, preventing her from finishing the thought. When he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against hers, they were both panting for breath, aching for more. “You didn’t hurt me, love. Just been too long since I felt your touch is all.”
His hands trailed her arms, unknowingly soothing the mild aches she felt, before stopping to settle on her hips, agile fingers gently dipping into the waistband of her slacks. “God, Buffy, I never thought I’d get the chance to touch you like this again.”
He popped the button on her pants, slowly easing the zipper down, and she trembled at the first stroke of his fingers on her flesh. “Oh. Don’t…stop.”
“Gotta stop for a bit,” he chuckled out, pushing her pants and underwear down her legs. “Water will be getting cold if I don’t.”
Water. Right. He wanted to shower.
Meeting his eyes, she moved her hands to the belt at his waist, gently releasing it, teasingly pulling it out of each belt loop until he had no choice but to rip it from her hands and shed the rest of his clothes himself.
Buffy grinned, slipping out of her boots, and tossed them, along with the rest of her clothes, on top of the growing pile beside her. When she was fully naked, she stepped under the spray and turned, reaching for him, more than ready to drag him into the water with her.
As bare flesh met bare flesh, dual moans split the air. She didn’t know which came first, and at this point, she didn’t really care. She needed him as much as he seemed to need her…and it had been way, way too long since she felt a man’s hands upon her body.
“God, I feel like I’m going to explode, pet.” His head dipped forward, cool lips closing over the pulse point in her neck, mouth angled to drive her absolutely out of her mind with need. “Buffy... Feel so good. Been forever since I felt you against me.”
Too long, Buffy thought, sliding her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, tighter. “I meant it, Spike. I meant what I said in the Hellmouth. I do love you. I love you so much.”
He froze against her, lifting his head to meet her eyes. “Buffy…pet, you don’t—”
She laid a finger across his lips, stopping the words in his throat. “I do, William. I owe you the truth. I’ve always owed you the truth. And the truth is…I love you. I really, really love you.”
He reached up, taking her hand in his, and lowered it from his mouth. His eyes were moist as he barely choked out, “It’s not even close to Christmas, love.”
“No, it’s not Christmas. But it feels like it is. You’re here. You’re back with me. That’s a gift, Spike. A gift I could never repay.”
He swallowed, hard. “You’re doing a pretty good job of it.” He searched her eyes. “Are you here with me, love? Or am I dreaming again?”
“If you are, we’re having the same one.”
He stepped back and tilted his head to the side, water sloshing over his taut, angular features. “You don’t hate me? For not telling you I was back?”
She shook her head. “I’m hurt. I won’t lie about that. But I could never hate you, Spike. Not after… Not after loving you. I told you the truth before, you big dope.” She stopped, framing his face with her hands, wiping his eyes when the pulsating water caused him to blink. “I love you, William the Bloody, Slayer of slayers. I love the man, the demon, the soul… I love all of it. All of you. And I swear I’ll make sure you never doubt it again.”
He grinned at that. “I won’t doubt you, love. Not anymore. You’re here with me when you could be down there with him. That tells me all I need to know.” His smile fell, his face sobering to a seriousness she never quite associated with him. “I love you, too, Buffy. I never stopped. Not one bloody second did I ever, ever stop loving you. Wanting you. Needing you.”
“Even in the Hellmouth, before I pushed you away, I knew you were the one. Told you as much that night. It hasn’t changed for me, pet. It won’t ever change for me. You’re the one, Buffy. The only love I’ll ever need.”
She moved her arms, locking them around his neck, and stepped beneath the sprayer, bringing her body flush against his. “Then prove it, Spike. Make love to me. Show me what it feels like to have you inside me again.”
“Oh, I will, pet. But first, we gotta get ourselves clean.” He waggled a brow at her, reaching up to remove the handheld shower nozzle, and motioned for her to step back. “It’s gonna take some time, love. But I think I can manage to tidy you up.”
“Tidy me up or sex me up?”
Spike grinned again. “Bit of both, actually. You gonna complain about it?”
“No…” she moaned, her body jerking as he angled the sprayer at the apex of her thighs. “God, Spike, don’t you dare move that thing.”
“Gonna have to move it eventually, pet. I’m gonna want a taste of you, too, you know. Got a bit of time to make up for, don’t I? Gonna have to make sure I do you right, yeah?”
Heat infused her face. “Spike…you always ‘do’ me right.”
Angling the sprayer at her clit, he smiled into her eyes, his own twinkling with devilish intent. “Well, I suppose I best be getting on with it then. Time’s a wasting, and I got me a slayer to ravage.”
“Ravage…away,” she whispered, her fingernails digging into the skin of his upper arms. “I’m not…going anywhere.”
She met his eyes, leaning in for a deep, slow kiss. “I promise, Spike. I love you. That isn’t going to change any time soon.”
“Christ, I hope not. I can’t leave you again, pet.”
“You won’t have to,” she vowed. “You’ll never have to leave me again. Besides, I won’t let you even if you did try it.”
“You won’t let me?”
“Nope. You’re mine now, vampire.”
“Of course I am, pet. No denying that now.” He titled his head again. “What about you though, love? Are you mine now, too?”
She smiled, kissing him again. “I’m yours, Spike. For as long as you want me.”
His body shuddered against her, tears pooling in his eyes. “Are you sure this isn’t a dream, Buffy? Or hell, even Christmas? That’d explain it, too.”
“Explain what?” she asked, reaching down to take the sprayer; she dropped it in favor of gripping him instead.
He groaned, thrusting his hips forward. “God, I got another miracle today, Slayer. Only way that’d happen is if I was dreaming or…”
“It was Christmas?”
She gripped him tighter, smiling widely. “Consider this your early Christmas present then.”
She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth, and proceeded to love him the way she’d wanted to the night he stopped her in his crypt. When she was done, he caught her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed, soaking the carpet beneath their feet.
She squealed as he tossed her onto the mattress, but it turned into a moan when he crawled up the bed, settling himself between her thighs. “Make love to me, Spike. Show me how much you love me.”
“It’s all I’ve ever wanted, Buffy. Just the chance to love you.”
“Just a chance?”
“Well, I’m not going to turn away more than that, now am I? I might be dead, but I’m not an idiot, you know. I got my—”
“Shut up and love me.”
“Already do, Buffy. Already do.”