Something or someone was in his bedroom. Keeping his eyes closed, Spike forced his body awake enough to focus his senses on what was moving toward him. He smiled. It was Buffy.
“Hello, pet,” Spike whispered, grabbing her and rolling until she was tucked underneath of him. “Get lonely, horny or just miss me?”
“Where were you tonight?” She asked accusingly. Her hands pushed at his bare chest with not enough pressure to dislodge even a small child.
“Ah, you missed me,” Spike said, chuckling.
“Humph, needed you. There was a nest of vamps out in Groveland.”
“Did you get hurt?”
Suddenly he was concerned. His hands flew over her body looking for any injuries.
“Just a little sore. I got tossed against a wall.”
His fingers threaded her hair, pulling apart her ponytail as he searched for any bumps. There was one. He sighed when he felt the almond size bump on her head. He should have been there. The thought of losing her permanently caused more pain than the fact she wouldn’t tell her friends about them.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He kissed her quickly. He stood to light a few candles for her then headed for the refrigerator on the upper level of his crypt. He wrapped a few ice cubes in a towel before returning to his bedroom.
Buffy was naked, stretched out on his bed on her stomach. She was watching him as he made his way toward her. It was times like this that he really wished they were in a relationship. That she loved him as much as he loved her. But he was getting used to being used. Anything she needed and he would be there.
Spike sat beside her, brushing aside her hair and putting the cold compress on her neck. She murmured her pleasure.
“You’re welcome,” Spike whispered. “You’re right I should have been there.”
“What were you doing?”
There was no way he could tell her that he was trying to make her miss him. So, he mumbled an excuse about meeting up with Clem.
“It’s not as much fun when you’re not there,” Buffy confessed. “Come lie here. I can’t see you.”
Her lower lip was stuck out in a delicious pout. It was a gesture that she knew he couldn’t resist. He stretched out beside her. Their faces only inches apart on the pillow. She smiled at him, letting her finger drift across his lips.
“This is perfect,” Buffy whispered. “Except for…” She grinned at him.
“Except for what?”
“I need some low fat yogurt. The perfect after patrol snack.”
“Oh, no, I’m not making a middle of the night run to feed your stomach.”
She sounded like a little girl.
“I’ve got leftover wings and pizza if you want that.”
“Eew, I’ll get fat.”
He ran a hand across her bottom and upper thighs. They were perfect without blemish and almost too thin.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered reverently.
“Thank you. Okay, pizza. Would you warm it up?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “Sure, anything else you want?”
“Well, some cold water to
drink would be nice,” Buffy said, tapping her finger against her lips. “And
then a hot bath…”
“Hey, I’m not the Ritz here. You’ll get what you get.”
“I’m sure I will,” Buffy purred. She reached out and stroked his cock. “Hurry up and feed me.”
With that incentive, Spike hurried back upstairs to fix her a plate of leftover pizza and grabbed a can of diet soda for her.
“I’m back….and you’re sound asleep.”
He smiled and put the plate and can on the dresser. He crawled into bed next to her, pulling the blanket over them both. Buffy turned to curl up beside him. She dislodged her ice pack but he picked it up to hold in place for her. It wasn’t perfect but for now it was okay. She was with him.