Title: Past Imperfect 5/?
Author: Ruby
E-mail: ruby_113@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-16
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Summary: Spike has had a slight mental adjustment.
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and all the rest of my usual haunts.
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"Giles, you here?" Buffy called out as she let herself in through the front door.Back to Fan Fic"I'll be right there," he answered from the hallway.
She plopped down on the sofa and picked up some papers that were scattered over the coffee table. Giles stopped at the end of the hall and watched while he buttoned his shirt sleeves. She turned as he went into the kitchen and turned off the burner under the tea kettle.
"Giles, what is this?" she asked, waving the papers at him.
"You read them," he answered and reached for a mug. "You know what they are."
"The longer Willow drinks from Spike, the stronger the bond grows between them," Buffy stated.
"To be more precise, they must drink from each other," he corrected her. "I needed to know what the effects would be."
"Good idea," she agreed. "But we don't have to worry about it since Willow only drank from him once."
"Twice," Giles said as he dropped a tea bag into the mug and poured in the hot water.
"Twice?" her voice rose in alarm. "Twice??"
"Spike told me they drank from each other while they were trapped in that house."
"And you didn't stake him? Have you lost your mind?" she demanded. "And why didn't Willow tell me about this?"
"Probably because she knew you'd react the way you are right now," he said coolly. "I got a good look at her wounds while we were talking last night. They aren't very deep. He isn't trying to drain her."
"Oh, well that's a comfort," she snapped.
"Buffy, under the circumstances, it may be the best thing. Spike's memories are flawed. I haven't been able to determine the cause, but I think we have to assume this won't last forever. When he finally remembers things as they really were, he won't want to hurt Willow. Not as long as they're bonded."
"Are you saying his feelings for Willow are genuine?" she asked.
"Probably not originally. The first time she drank from him, it was a matter of force. The second time--it wasn't. This is pure supposition on my part, but I think he believes he loved her before because he loves her now."
"No," she said firmly. "He thinks he loves her now because his mind is screwed up."
"He doesn't call us his friends. He calls us Willow's friends. He was civil to us last night because we matter to her. Willow went after him. She found him, offered her blood to help him heal, drank from him willingly. He may never have developed these feelings if he hadn't forced her to drink that first time. That forced bond became a spontaneous bond when she offered her blood to him and drank willingly from him."
"And when he finally remembers everything?" she asked.
"He'll also remember what's happened since his abduction. As I said, this is speculation, but I don't think his feelings for Willow will change."
"But she doesn't love him. What happens when he realizes that?"
Giles sighed and set the mug down. He walked around the counter and looked down at her.
"You aren't hearing me, Buffy. She _offered_ her blood. She _willingly_ accepted his."
"She thought she had no choice! She was afraid he'd remember and hurt her again!"
"Only partly. I suspect a much bigger part wanted to do what she did. The bond existed from the first time she drank from him, though she didn't realize it. She couldn't have stopped herself from helping him. She wanted to, more than her reason could have fought. That bond would have faded over time, but not now. Not as long as she continues to drink from him. She trusts him as he is now, and by the time he regains his true memory, he'll be long past hurting her."
"So you're saying, in a warped way, Willow is safe with Spike."
"That's what I'm saying," he nodded. "Unless I'm completely wrong about all of this."
"Right," she smiled. "When's the last time you were wrong about anything dealing with the unnaturally icky?"
"Good point," he grinned.
***
Spike sat up as Willow swung her feet over the side of the bed and reached to pluck her crumpled shirt from the floor. She started as his hands came around her to cover the globes of her soft breasts.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, his low voice next to her ear sending shivers down her spine.
"I need to talk to Giles. We have to find out who took you and what they did to you," she answered.
He pulled her back against his bare chest. His fingers gently squeezed her breasts, and she moaned as his lips touched her shoulder.
"Don't you think Giles can wait? He'll still be there in a couple of hours," the vampire suggested.
"Yes, but--"
He shifted her to rest against the crook of his arm and tasted her lips, parting them gently to flick his tongue against hers. She curled her fingers through his hair, her tongue playing with his, and wriggled against the fingers that dipped between her thick folds. Lowering her down under him, he entered her quickly and paused as her body adjusted to his welcome intrusion.
He kissed the marks on her neck and bit into them as he pumped into her in long, deep strokes while his fingers rolled her slick nub between them. Spike ran a fingernail along the base of his throat and drew her mouth to it. She suckled at the small wound, and he felt her body tense under him. He drove into her, fighting his own climax until he heard her soft cry of release, felt her walls clenching around him. He let himself go as she milked his seed from his shaft, and he slammed into her, embedding himself completely within her as he roared her name.
Willow curled into him as he rolled off of her, and Spike's lips rested softly on hers. His blood in her veins created a peaceful, hypnotic sort of numbness in her mind which was not at all unpleasant.
"What is this that you do to me?" she asked lazily.
"It's the bond, drawing us into each other," he answered.
"Then you feel it, too?"
"I feel it," he smiled and kissed her. "I'm only content when you're near me. I'm only one half without you."
"One half," she murmured. "That's it, exactly. I'm surprised you remember all this when you don't--"
"What?" he urged her to continue as she looked hesitantly at him.
"Well, you don't remember things quite the way they really were. I mean, you have all the memories; they're just--different."
"Doesn't matter," he told her. "The only thing that matters is you--here, with me."
A happy little purr broke from her lips as she snuggled down comfortably against his chest.
"We have to talk to Giles, though," she commented with a yawn. "We have to find out what happened to you."
"I know, baby," he agreed. "But later, together."
