Author's Note: Whew. This one has been a long one coming for some people. And, Cyberwulf, look, Giles is back. *grin* This was kind of interesting to write. I mean definitely a first. There is some pretty strong femslash followed by some s/b/a (of course). Hope you like it. Hope you enjoy it. *wink* Hope you leave lots of reviews. *big, bright, buffybot grin*
As Anya flounced up the front steps she almost ran smack dab into Giles. He was looking down, shoving things tighter into a valice. He was wearing the new leather coat of the shopping trip with Dawn and Anya almost didn't recognize him. She quick-stepped backwards, hands flying up in a haphazard hitting pose.
Giles looked up with raised brows and a calm expression. "Anya, are you quite alright?"
"Oh, it's you," Anya exclaimed, smiling and shifting nervously. "Pay no mind to what I'm doing at Buffy's house. Again. Late at night," she commanded with her smiley sales girl voice.
"A.l.r.i.g.h.t.," Giles said slowly, pinning her with a look that questioned her intelligence and perhaps sanity.
"So." Anya looked around searching for something to say. "Ooh, what are you doing," she asked with a dash more excitement than was necessary.
"Well, Buffy said I could go," Giles answered matter-of-factly.
"So, you're just leaving then? Just like that. No thought of anybody else," Anya asked with a pout forming on her well-formed lips.
Giles smiled and looked down, gently tucking his magazine into the flapping open case. "It will be alright, Anya. I'll be back," he moved forward, brushing past her.
"Okay," Anya said, sadly appeased.
"Tell the others I've gone....on vacation," Giles called over his shoulder, an eager smile lighting his handsome face.
Anya waved and called, "I will." Then she remembered why she was there and promptly forgot Giles.
She walked slowly up the front steps, took a deep breath, and opened the front door.
She climbed up the steps quickly, her feet padding softly on the floorboords in her soft souled brown shoes. She was at Buffy's door before she had a moment to decide how to procede. Her hand hovered above the door for a second before she gave a sharp rap. There was no answer.
She turned the knob and slipped inside with one last glance over her shoulder to make sure the house was very definitely asleep. The darkness swallowed her as she was finally within Buffy's sanctuary. Shafts of pale moonlight fell across Buffy's peacefully sleeping form to provide the only illumination in the room. Anya sighed in happiness.
She approached the bed and put a knee up on it carefully. Somehow, waking a vulnerable slayer didn't seem like the safest thing in the world a person could do. "Buffy," she called in a delicate whisper.
Buffy only stirred in her sleep, tiny lines puckering her brow. Anya leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss there. Buffy relaxed and her lips spread in a pleased little smile. Anya took this as encouragement and moved lower, pressing a kiss to those tempting lips. At first they were lax in sleep but they awakened under the soft pressure. Buffy's hand rose to grasp Anya's shoulder as Anya deepened the kiss, her tongue darting out to taste her.
Anya pulled back and Buffy's head followed her with a protesting groan.
As Buffy's head lifted off the pillow her eyes blinked awake. At first she could only think Spike had come back, couldn't be too mad after all, but then Anya filled her gaze and then all Buffy could think about was her lips and hands bringing her a darker pleasure than she'd ever experienced before. It was new and velvet sweet like forbidden fruit, to be in the darkness of her bedroom with Anya. The whole world had ceased to exist as far as Buffy knew.
She reached out and grasped the back of Anya's head, pulling her forward for another kiss.
Spike stalked down the street. The dark and moon played across his face in the swishing of branches above. Things prowled in the outskirts of the light. Some nights he might have stopped to test their mettle. Tonight he had bigger fish to fry.
He rounded her corner and his jaw clenched tight a moment. The porch light had winked out a while ago and the darkness was more a beacon than the light. He was so focused on that darkness ahead he didn't pay any attention to the man walking towards him. The figure bumped his shoulder, spinning him around a little.
"Hey! Watch it!" Spike said in a very offended, slightly higher voice.
"Sorry- didn't see yo--Spike?" the figure said distractedly before really noticing him.
Spike peered forward. The dark hair was very tousled and he had a thin sheen of sweat across his face but it was definitely Xander. Spike stepped closer curiously and sniffed. A devilishly amused smile curled his lip. "Xander, Xander, Xander," he tsked. "You and the little missus having fun in the bushes? You should be careful. All number of beasties and dise-"
Xander cut him off. "What are you talking about, Spike? You don't know anything," he said, waving his hand in the air dismissively.
"You'd be surprised," Spike said simply, if a little arrogantly.
"Whatever. I have to go," Xander muttered and turned to amble back down the street.
"Tell the Mrs I said hello," Spike called and turned back to Buffy's house. He took a step and spun back around, a puzzled look on his face. "Hey, isn't home the other way?"
Xander didn't answer as he continued walking slowly in the wrong direction, head bowed. "Think that boy would know about running around after dark..." Spike muttered to himself. He closed the last distance and swung into the yard. He bounded up the stairs and breezed inside with a satisfied smile. 'Nothing like a personal invite,' he thought as he closed the front door behind him.
He psyched himself up to really give it to her good as he prowled upsatirs. He breathed deeply through his nose a few times and his expression became very intense in that way Dru had never been sure if he was going to yell or ravish her.
He swung the door open and shut it quickly behind him. "Alright, then, I've got some things to tell you Buffy. I'm through being your puppy to kick around or your scratching post when you've got an itch. You know I love you and you came into my crypt and....what are you doing?"
Naked limbs writhed under the covers. Legs peeped out at the bottom of the bed. Spike took a moment and just stared. Silently he counted, still not able to truly believe. One. Two. Three. Four! Four legs rubbed and intertwined. Shock settled on his face and his eyes travled upward. Buffy's mouth was thrown open on a moan and her head was flung back, neck arched, against the pillow. Another girl with silken blonde hair trailed kisses from Buffy's neck and down her stomach.
He caught his breath. Or what most resembled breath for vampires.
Buffy looked at him for a moment. "Spike?" she asked dazedly.
"Buffy," he acknowledeged stoicly, still not sure if this was real or he was dreaming. He nodded.
The girl tongueing Buffy's bellybutton swung her head up, her air arcing in an elegant swish to settle around her sholders. Anya saw him and met his eyes as she deliberately scooched down bwteen Buffy's thighs. Slowly she lowered her head to the the mostly smooth apex there. Her pink tongue darted out and rolled along Buffy's clit. Buffy moaned and shuddered exquisitely, her eyes falling shut again. Anya was showing him just what she could do to Buffy and he longed to return the favor.
He stood very still and gulped. Anya repeated the gesture, her eyes closing as if she was tasting something unbelievably sweet. She pressed in closer and Buffy's thighs began to shake either side of Anya's head.
"Anya, Anya, Anya," Buffy repeated rythmically. The mantra seeming to be the only thing tethering her to this earthly plane. "Anya, Anya, mmmmmSpike."
Anya lapped quicker, her gaze sliding to him out of the corner of her eye. Spike almost died. Again.
"Unnnhhh," Buffy moaned, her hands moving down to tangle in Anya's hair as she came, her legs trembling a moment before falling limp.
She sighed happily and stretched. Anya had been stroking herself the whole time and now fell to the bed beside Buffy, her fingers tapping quickly before she gave a much smaller shudder and turned to cuddle to Buffy's side. Buffy wrapped her arms around the girl, her hand trailing down Anya's back.
She looked back to Spike and her gaze was hungry. "Com'ere," she said throatily.
He groaned. His eyes flicked to Anya. "Promise you won't hate me in the morning?" he asked, something vulnerable underneath his voice.
"I never promised that," Buffy said innocently.
His eyes narrowed at her threateningly and he stepped forward, throwing his coat into a chair. Anya looked at him warily as her head lay tucked in Buffy's shoulder.
"I can't argue there," he said. "But I do remember one morning. You said, 'Damn the consequences,' and then you said I was yours."
"You are," Buffy answered, matter-of-factly. Anya nuzzled into her neck, silently begging for attention, but all Buffy could do was look at Spike and remember all he had been to her since the spell had descended on her life. "Com'mere."