The Wish
Author: Sarahvampgrl
Spoilers: Set right approximately right now in the series so all around spoilers for this season
and others past may crop up.
Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious I don't own them or I would have all you rabid fans,
much like me, beating down my door to smother me with gifts and adoration. You can do that
anyway if you want, but you can't get Spike. I'm keeping him chained to my bathtub and he's
all mine! Ya hear me, ALL MINE!
Feedback/Reviews: Who needs reasons when ya've got heroin. (just a trainspotting quote, I’m only
addicted to reviews and Spike)
Rating: PG-13 (for now, eh? *strokes chin ala Homer Simpson*)
Summary: Buffy and Spike are gonna get together. Ya know they are. And if not, well then,
they will here. ;>
Buffy patrolled the cemetery idly staking a vamp on her left without breaking stride. Her mind
was on other things.
Spike was patrolling as well that night, making sure Buffy wasn't inundated by a flock of undead,
not that she couldn't handle it, she was the slayer, after all. He was also careful to give
her some space, hanging back when he caught glimpses of her golden blonde hair.
Buffy had always walked through the night with her problems on her shoulders. She just seemed
more comfortable there. During the day she had to put on a smile and deal with the lack of
normalcy in her life. But at night she only had to rely on her wits and her strength. She could
just be Buffy the Slayer. Her role was as much a part of her as her family. And family was
everything to Buffy. Buffy knew she'd never be normal-girl with a white picket fence and some
nice sturdy businessman husband. And that was not something she wanted anyway. She wanted passion and love. And the only place she had found that was in her world. The world of demons and vamps and the supernaturally weird. As these thoughts flittered through her mind Buffy felt something
in her chest move as if a piece of a puzzle had snapped into place. She knew she'd made a
decision. A crazy decision that would probably only make sense to her like all her earlier
dealings with love and passion. There had been so many times they had almost killed each other
but never had and their lives kept bringing them back to each other like a rubber band snapping
them back into place no matter how far they ran. Maybe the Powers that Be had other plans for
them. And, right now, that was something Buffy was willing to accept. She slid into bed that
night as the smell of morning dew was wafting across her lightening yard and felt more
relaxed than she had in a very long time.
Spike stood below her window smoking a cigarette for an hour or so after patrolling. He did that
some nights just to feel close to her. Love had always ruled his life, but at least with Dru
he'd felt loved in return, until she'd betrayed him and left him a broken vampire. Buffy held a
different kind of appeal for him. There was something about her. She was like some bloody shining
beacon drawing him back to her each night and making him want to be good, if only for her. It was
bleedin pathetic but he just couldn't bring himself to care anymore. He liked this world. He even
liked the scoobies. He felt like his family, his home, was right there in that house while
meanwhile he was on the back lawn like a poof. Bloody hell. He flicked his cigarette against
the tree trunk and stalked off into the night towards the cold emptiness of his crypt.
Just as Buffy was drifting off to sleep an image of Spike's gorgeous good looks flashed across
her closed eyelids. Spike definitely had presence. She'd never tell him just how much of a threat
he'd been. He'd killed two slayers and if she hadn't had family and friends to aid her she might
have been a third. He'd never let her live it down if she admitted that. He was so damn cocky
sometimes. She'd never tell him just how irritatingly sexy that was. Her brows furrowed as she
turned to the window and sleepily wondered what she'd see if she looked out there just now.
Climbing out of bed she slipped quietly and gracefully to the window and leaned her forward
against the glass. But nothing greeted her in her yard below. She cracked the window open and
let the cool night air breeze into her room and smiled, just a little, as it brought the
faintest smell of a cigarette to her.
Dawn watched Spike walk away, his steps slow but still with that swagger. She turned back to the
leather bound book Giles had set down at the Magic Box and skimmed down to the incantation for
the wish demon. She just wanted, *needed* everyone to be happy again and it was time she took
matters into her own hands. Everyone was asleep and now was as good a time as any so she took
a deep breath as she sat ramrod straight in the circle of white candles, their flames the only
illumination on the text before her. As soon as she'd uttered the last syllable she felt a flash
of electric blue light and she opened her eyes with a gasp. She was in her living room and the
setting sun was casting orange hues across the room as she stood face to face with a hunched grayish
figure loaded down with bulging velvet sacks. This wish demon looked Dawn up and down with a
sly smile and then seemed to answer her question as if he'd plucked it from her mind. "Yes, I
can give you what you want little one, but what do you have for me? I'm a collector of...rare
and beautiful things. Wishes are never free."
Dawn reached into her pocket and pulled out the rare and magical item she'd swiped from Giles
Desk for just this occasion. The Orb of Thessula. The demon's eyes gleamed as he snatched it
from her outstretched hand. "Yes, that'll do. And it is done." And the door opened. Dawn spun
around, too scared to truly hope. She turned back to ask the demon if he'd done
everything she'd wanted but he'd disappeared as swiftly as he'd come.
"Dawn, could you help me with these?" Joyce called as she struggled with the brown grocery bags.
Dawn gave a cry of joy and threw herself at her mother, tears streaming down her face.
Buffy woke early the next morning for the first time without dread. She was never an early riser
and had in fact only had a few hours sleep. She just could not wait. She had to go see Spike,
right now. Dawn wouldn't need to be up for another few hours for school but Buffy slipped into
her room before she left just to make sure she was ok. Dawn was laying flat on her bed her hands
folded on her chest and a look of deep and utter peace on her face. She reminded Buffy of
sleeping Beauty and she laid a kiss softly on Dawn's forehead, not noticing the ring of candles
that had melted to stubs on the other side of the bed.
Buffy slipped just as silently into Spike's crypt as she had Dawn's room. His body lay cold and
dead on the concrete slab of the tomb but as she approached she saw him stir as if her presence
was already arousing his still sleeping body. Buffy stood absolutely still by Spike's side
until his eyes opened and his head pivoted to her, his lips parting in surprise.
She met his steely eyes with her own and whispered softly in words she knew his sensitive ears
would pick up. "I need this Spike. But just this. Just you and me. We don't bring anyone else
into this, or I'll stake you for sure this time." It was an empty threat but it asserted her
power, and she needed that.
"Yeah, Slayer, I get it. You just want my cold, hard body." and he smirked even though his eyes
were darkly serious. "I understand." Then he lifted his hand to her face, his black nails
contrasting in her hair as he cupped her cheek and she was lost in the passion of him.
There was something animalistic about Spike making love. His passion owned him and he was
it's slave. He wrapped her in his arms and there was not a world beyond that circle. His game face
stayed in check but Buffy thought his teeth seemed longer and more erotically menacing somehow.
Always reminding her that what he was giving her she couldn't find anywhere else. Not in the
arms of a mortal man and not from any other vampire either. His bleached Goth boy blond hair was
a striking contrast to the deeper brown of his brows which just added to the intensity of his
gaze. She couldn't pull her half-lidded eyes away from the power of his face. They were like
wild animals trying to devour each other. They attacked each other's bodies and had either been
with a mortal they would have killed them or at least broken every bone in their bodies. Buffy
gripped his arms and yanked him up off the slab, slamming him into the stone wall as she ripped
his black T-shirt from his body. His porcelain skin glowed pale in the soft light diffusing into
the crypt and Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lunging up to wrap her legs around
his waist and press her breasts to his hard, muscular chest. His grunting breath excited her
beyond belief as his arms caught her weight gripping her arse level with his pelvis, her skirt
riding up around her waist. His eyes gleamed over as he delved his head into her throat his
teeth nipping at the tender flesh. Buffy gasped and reared back. She moved one hand to her
throat and the other to the front of his black jeans. As her fingernail cut a shallow gash she
ripped his fly open. Simultaneously she gripped his head and his cock slamming one to her throat
and the other deep inside her.
God it was heaven, he thought as he flung his head back, cracking the wall with the force of it
as he moaned long and loud. The blood dribbled down her neck and he was quickly back lapping at
her, a feral gleam in his eyes, as he began a rhythm thrusting up into her hot, moist flesh.
As Buffy convulsed on Spike's glorious body she thought she might have known what Angel had felt as he lost his soul in her arms. Then the world fell away and all there was Spike.
As Spike shoved up into her pulsing body one last time with her sweet blood on his tongue
he knew this was one helluva reason to stay in Sunnydale. God, how he loved this woman. He never
wanted to pull himself from her and he had a feeling that after this night she would never be
able to stay away from him again.
Still no one had discovered Dawn lost in her dream world. But in Dawn's world Buffy and
Spike were doing the same thing, only they were locked away in Buffy's room. Her protectors, in
love and safe at home. A dream come true, a wish fulfilled. Sort of.
continued...