.....Speak a language of love, like you know what it means
It can’t be wrong
take my heart and make it stronger....
(T. Turner, The Best)
“Would offer you one, but I know your not into beer” Buffy said as she popped the top and took a long swig from the cool beverage.
Buffy stared at him coldly, before squeezing past him back in to the living room where she flopped onto the ragged old couch. She looked up at him, and patted the seat next to her.
“Come sit down.....don’t be scared, I don’t bite” she said sarcastically.
“No, but I do. Or have you forgotten?” said Spike as he moved towards her and sat down beside her.
Cold unfeeling eyes stared at him for a moment, before the Slayer reached over to the coffee table and picked up a knife. Without pause, she ran the knife up the inside of her arm and watched as blood pulsed to the surface.
Spike lept from the couch. “Why in the bloody hell did you go and do that?” he ground out, as all his senses responded to the smell of the fresh blood.
“Go on then, if you want to bite, then bite. I just made it easier for you” Buffy said icily.
“Damn it to Hell Slayer, what are you trying to do to me.”
As Buffy watched, Spike’s vampire face wrestled with his human face as he desperately worked on maintaining control. Buffy chuckled softly and withdrew her wounded arm. Already the blood had started to slow as the wound quickly healed under her Slayer metabolism.
“So if you don’t want my blood, tell me why you came looking for me at the Club tonight” Buffy shot at Spike.
Spike had managed to regain control and was in human form once more. He nodded at her question and sighed.
“You’re right, I came looking to kill you”
“....and you don’t want to kill me now?”
Spike merely shook his head....
“Why not?” prompted Buffy
“And that is the million dollar question Slayer...and I don’t know the answer”
Both of them were silent for a few moments as they digested this information.
“So, enough about me.......what gives with you?” asked Spike
“Not allot......what you see is what you get” she answered as she gazed around the barren room.
Spike nodded understandingly, “Seems like loosing Angel had a minor impact on the course of your life, Pet”
“Lets not talk about that” Buffy replied testily.
“So where is Dru these days?” she added after a pause
“Gone. She couldn’t forgive me for double crossing her and Angelus. I haven’t seen her in about a year”
“So your out on your own......just like me”
“I’m nothing like you Slayer, or at least I didn’t think we had anything in common but now I’m not so sure”
“Intrigued Spike?”
“So what is this all about Slayer?”
Buffy grinned wickedly at him as she replied.
“Sex......this is about sex, Spike. I need a lover and I think you could be the Vamp for the job”
“Hold up there Pet. I think you’ve gone and got the wrong bloke......you and me, we are enemies. You stake me.....I bite you.....remember?”
“OK, so why did you come here with me then, and why did you respond to me in the Club?”
This was all to much for Spike, and he pushed himself up from the couch.
“That’s it Slayer, I’m outta here. Have a good life, and when you get it back together, look me up and we’ll go a couple of rounds, OK?” he said as he began to move towards the door.
Gotta get out of here fast, he thought. Problem was, he was not sure he wanted to go. Something in him wanted to take the Slayer up on her offer. Angelus had told him how she was in bed, and Spike realised that he was probably turning down a night to be remembered. Problem was those eyes. They unnerved him. He didn’t know where the slayer was coming from and that made her a very dangerous proposition.
Buffy watched as Spike turned and moved towards the door, do I always have to resort to violence to get my point across! she thought to herself, in the split second before she launched herself from the couch.
His back was too her, so he was totally unprepared for her attack.
Her body slammed into his and her fists smashed into his chest. Spike stumbled backward beneath the added weight and fell, dragging Buffy with him. She smashed into his chest as they both landed heavily on the floor. The impact left them both momentarily stunned, and for a brief moment they both lay still. Slowly, Spike’s body started to become all to aware of the Slayer’s body pressed into his. Her breasts against his chest, the feel of her legs entangled in his, not to mention the feel of her hips against his. She felt like a hot flame against his ice cold skin.
Spike’s body began to smolder with need. He struggled to suppress his desires and to concentrate on his anger, but his body was not to be denied. He felt the swollen length of his need push against her and finally gave into the inevitable. Damn it, he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted another woman in his life. The why’s of it didn’t matter.....it wasn’t like he had fallen in love....it was more like they had fallen in hate with each other.
Buffy was aware the minute his anger left him. The arms that had held her in anger didn’t really loosen, but it felt different.....the arms that held her now, held her with a possessive and protective air. She felt his need against her thighs and decided it would be best to lay still for a moment while Spike came to terms with what was going on here.
“Slayer?”
“Hmm”
“You OK?” he asked gently
“Mmmmmm”
“Can I take that as a yes?”
“Are you trying to tell me that you care about my well being?”
Buffy raised herself up on one arm, and stared down into his eyes and saw her own passion reflected back at her. But there was something else in those eyes.....something he kept well hidden....Buffy wasn’t sure what it was, but it was definitely there. Her hand touched the side of his face, the tips of her finger brushing a hot flame of desire down his cheek. Feelings and hungers that Spike had not experienced in an eternity threatened to overwhelm him. Desire raged through his body as he moved his arms to fit her body more closely to his. He raised his head slightly and covered her mouth with his. Her lips parted under his, as a low moan escaped her. Spike was over the edge, nothing short of a stake through his heart could stop him from taking the Slayer now. Forgotten, for the moment, were all the reasons they could not be together.......for this moment in time, they were one.
A low growl of need emanated from deep within him, as their tongues tasted and teased. His hand slipped up inside her shirt and gently caressed her breast, his thumb moving over her nipples. Pleasure ripped through Buffy in a tide and she moaned and moved against him.
God, what was she doing? she though as she moved against him. She was damning her soul by lusting after this demon.....but was it just lust?......was he *only* a demon....what had she seen, hidden in his eyes? For the first time since her one night with Angel, she was actually “feeling emotions”, and there was nothing she could do to suppress them......they were raging out of control. Buffy gave a mental shrug and sent her soul off to wherever it needed to go.......for tonight she was going to live, if only for a short while.
Spike wrapped his arms tightly around her and rolled Buffy on top of him. His lips began a slow wandering down her body and settled over her nipple. Buffy arched against him as the sensations ripped through her body. For a moment, he withdrew his weight from her as he reached down and tugged her shirt from her and drew his own shirt over his head. Then his lips were back on her breasts.....his cold mouth working its own magic against her blazing skin. Buffy was not quite sure how she lost her skirt, but his hand sliding between her legs was pure torment. She squirmed beneath him silently urging him on. She moaned his name just once, as her hands traveled over his lean but muscular body.
Spike almost lost control when he heard her moan his name. He had been alittle worried that she was only using him to re live the fantasy of Angel...and he didn’t want that.....not now! More than anything else, he wanted her with *him* body and mind.....her calling his name reassured him that she was with him all the way. A shudder wracked his body as he struggled to maintain control.
Realising he was fighting a loosing battle in the control department, he pushed to his feet and quickly removed the last remnants of their clothing.
“Spike” she moaned softly,
Sinking to his knees, Spike reached for her, pulling her into his arms as a growl filled his throat. Savagely, he covered her mouth with a kiss that told of his hunger for her. His hands moved over her body exploring every inch of her. Her hips pushed up against himand ground their lower bodies together, need against need. The need to take her became overwhelming as she twisted mindlessly beneath him and dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his arms. Spike pulled away from her and then, with out pause, pushed into her. Buffy arched against him, realising that this had been what she had been seeking since the first moment she had seen him in the club that night.
Spike plunged deeper, moving slowly and steadily. His eyes stayed open and locked on hers as he moved within her. Buffy moved her hips in time to his and slipped her arms round his neck. His body was like a wall of ice against hers, and the sensations he was evoking, threatened to overwhelm her. Sensing her need, his thrust quickened and became deeper as they moved together as one. Suddenly pleasure exploded inside her in a wave of physical sensations and erotic abandonment. Spike tightened his hold on her bucking body and let his control vanish completely. Ecstasy wracked through him as he joined her in pleasure. Spike collapsed on top of her as a groan was ripped from his throat. Slowly Buffy’s senses returned and she willed her limp muscles to move. Gently she wrapped her arms round her lover and let her fingers trace across his back.........
Spike moved against her, as he rolled himself off her and onto his back. Buffy felt a temporary blinding sense of abandonment in the split second before his arm reached out and dragged her against him. In that second, the feelings she had experienced when Angel had abandoned her, after a night of love, swept through her threatening to open old wounds. But Spike was not Angel, and now was not then. Buffy gave a small sigh of contentment as she settled herself against him and rested her head against his chest. Spike gently kissed the top of her head as his hand traced a comforting pattern up and down her back.
Buffy’s mind became a whirlwind of thoughts as she contemplated what she had just experienced. It had NOT been as she had expected. She *had* planned on teasing and using Spike while staying emotionally uninvolved. What *had* happened was that she had given herself to him totally......body, mind and soul! For a brief time, her soul had reached out from that locked room........and it had reached for Spike! And Spike....well that was another thing......what was going on there? How could a Demon be such a considerate and tender lover? What had she seen hidden in his eyes? Could it be that some minuscule degree of humanity remained hidden deep within him? It seemed that Spike was having similar thoughts....
“Slayer?”
“What?”
“What just happened here?”
“Now is *not* a good time to tell me you need a lecture on the birds and the bees, Spike!”
Spike didn’t reply to her teasing. Instead he glanced over at the clock.
Gently he began to untangle himself from her...
“Gotta go....it’s been nice, but dawn is on the way”
As he left her side, Buffy felt coldness steal into her body. It was strange, but while she had been lying beside his cold body, she had felt warm and alive. It was only now that he was leaving that she began to feel the coldness of her own soul.
“You could stay. The house is sun proofed” she offered quietly
Spike finished slipping his clothes on, and look down at her thoughtfully.
“I don’t think so Slayer. I don’t know what went on here tonight, but I don’t think I’m prepared to sleep unprotected in your home just yet”
Buffy felt like a knife had been plunged into her heart. He didn’t trust her, but could she blame him? Come to think of it, why was she willing to trust him? They were mortal enemies and either of them was capable of taking the other’s life in a split second!
Spike slipped his coat on and moved towards the door without a word. His hand reached out for the door handle, but he didn’t turn it. Instead he looked back over his shoulder at the Slayer. He took in her disheveled hair, but what really caught his attention was her eyes. They were looking at him with a blatant need. With a groan, he turned a moved quickly back to her side. Dropping to his knees he gathered her into his arms. His lips covered her’s in a kiss which tried, without words, to tell her that he would be back.
Then he was gone. The door swung closed behind him, as he left her in a burst of vampyric speed.
In your eyes I get lost, I get washed away
Tear us apart?
Baby, I would rather be dead!
(T. Turner, The Best)
'OK girl, get a grip on yourself and lets deal with reality', she thought to herself. 'We are *not* going to go through this again!' With Angel she had been too wrapped up in him to kill him when he needed to be killed. Her inaction had led to her friends being terrorised, and even killed, while her own heart had been totally destroyed in the process. Last time, her error had been to forget that she was The Slayer and he was a Vampire. This time, things would be different; she wouldn’t forget! She would find Spike and kill him, then life could return to normal. She could lock away these damn emotions one more time.
Her mind made up, the Slayer moved into the darkness and began to search. For hours she walked alone through darkened streets and alleys with her Slayer senses searching for any hint of Spike’s presence. Occasionally she would run across a human, out on some unspoken task of the night......many of them turned to look after the petite girl who moved through the night with her head bowed like the weight of the world was carried on her shoulders. A few thought briefly of talking to her, but something in the way she moved warned them off. Buffy ignored them all. She was concentrating purely on her slayer radar detector and thoughts of finding and killing her lover.
It was as dawn’s redness began to lighten the skys that Buffy felt his presence. Slowly she raised her head and looked around her. Her mindless wanderings had led her to the dock area, and she appeared to be surrounded by abandoned warehouses. Quickly, she scanned the area, and her gaze settled on the warehouse to her left. 'Looks like a definite possibility', she thought as she moved towards the building. As she entered the building her Slayer senses went wild; this was definitely it. Somewhere in here was the Vampire she sought.
It took Buffy almost two hours to find Spike’s hiding place. The warehouse was huge, and it was filled with a multitude of empty crates and broken furniture. By the time she finally found him, the sun was riding high in the sky.....an easy out, she thought to herself as she contemplated simply letting the sun into Spike’s hiding place to do her dirty work for her.
No, this was something she had to take care of herself, she thought, as she gazed into the cave of crates that Spike had created to shield himself from the deadly sunlight. Briefly, it crossed her mind that staking him while he was asleep and defenseless was abit unfair. Definitely not in the fair fight guidelines that she had previously adhered to. But she squashed those feelings......what did she care how or when he died.......just that he died! Reaching into her coat pocket she withdrew a wooden stake and moved into the “cave”. Silently, she knelt down beside his sleeping body and held the stake above his heart. Still he slept on, deep in vampyric sleep, oblivious to her presence. Unbidden her eyes slipped to his face, as she drank in the sight him. A low moan escaped her throat, and the hand that held the stake over his heart fell back to her side.
Just a few moments with him before she killed him, she promised herself. Silently she laid the stake to one side, before gently curling up beside him and resting her head on his chest. As her body came into contact with his, she felt the anger leave her......for the first time in days she felt peace. Unnoticed a tear formed in the corner of her eye and marked a trail down her cheek and onto Spike’s chest. It was then that she felt the merest hint of movement beneath her cheek. Looking up, she found Spike staring at her through half closed eyes, and for the briefest of moments, she could have sworn that he was looking at her with a mixture of love and relief.
Somewhere deep in his sleep, Spike had sensed her presence and made an unnatural effort to rouse himself and let her know she was welcome. Weakly, his arm came up around her, and held her to him for the brief moment before The Sleep claimed him again.
Now that her anger was gone, Buffy felt a tiredness that seeped into every pore of her body. For days, she had been unable to sleep as she wrestled with thoughts of Spike and what had happened between them. Curling up against him, once more, she allowed herself to drift into peaceful sleep. 'I'll deal with all this later,' was her last waking thought.
As the Slayer and Vampire slept, the sun continued it’s journey across the skys before finally sinking over the horizon and giving into the approaching night.
Spikes eyes flew open in immediate wakefulness. As usual, he awoke hungry.
Slowly he turned his head and looked at the Slayer nestled trustingly in his arms, before his eyes traveled to the wooden stake lying abandoned by her side.
Looks like I don’t have to go looking for dinner tonight, he thought to himself as he contemplated the delicate lines of the Slayer’s throat. But instead of drinking from her, he allowed his hand to reach up and gently move a stray whisp of hair from her face.
Gently he removed himself from her arms without waking her. He started to move away, but the Slayer stirred
“Going somewhere?” she asked sleepily
Spike looked at her for a few moments trying to judge what her reaction would be to his next statement.
“Hungry” he said simply
Spike watched her carefully as she raised herself on one elbow and looked back at him.
“Pet, I’m not Angel.....I don’t live off packaged blood.......can you deal with it?”
Buffy was silent for a moment, while her protective Slayer instincts waged war on her growing loyalty to her lover.
“Just don’t let me see it, and don’t talk to me about it” she said finally
Spike nodded acceptance of the terms and moved to leave.
“Spike...”
Spike paused and turned to look back at her. “Yes Pet?”
“First, don’t call me Pet......it reminds me of Dru”
Spike smiled. “OK.......baby?”
“Don’t know that I like that either, but it’s better”
“You wanted something?” Spike prompted
“I know you won’t settle for packaged blood, but try to stay away from humans”
Spike wrinkled his nose in disgust and moved out of her sight.
“I’ll meet you at the Club later” he called back to her, before he moved out into the night.
Outside the warehouse, Spike stopped and finally allowed himself time to think.
Who in the hell was he kidding here. This Slayer thing couldn’t work, he knew that. But that didn’t change how he felt. All week long he had stood by his resolve to stay as far away from the Slayer as possible. But his mind had stayed with her. As the week had stretched on, unreasonable anger and frustration had grown within him. Hell, this week alone he had killed off three of his imbicilic minions in separate fits of rage. He had ended up taking himself off to the deserted warehouse in an attempt to leave at least some of the minions walking and talking! The minions, for their part, were steering well clear of their master.....hell, they had taken to pinning *notes* on the warehouse door to communicate with him. Spike shook his head in resignation as he thought about having to deal with those imbeciles on a nightly basis.
But now he felt better....calmer......and he knew he had the slayer to thank for that. He had sensed her even before she had entered the warehouse, and he knew she meant to kill him. But it hadn’t mattered. He could have roused himself from his sleep and battled her, but there was no point. He had come to accept the fact that he couldn’t, or wouldn’t, kill her. If she was determined to see him dead, then she could go for it. But instead of the expected stake piercing his heart, he had felt the slayer curl up beside him and he had felt her tears on his chest. When he had managed to open his eyes and look at her, he had seen emotion in those previously cold and unfeeling eyes.
What was going on between them didn’t make any sense, but it appeared to be happening despite both their attempts to stop it. Spike sighed and dragged his mind back to the present problem. Food was a pressing need. He briefly considered the Slayer’s request that he “stay away for humans”, but quickly discarded it. A “pet” vampire he was not. Hunting and feeding was part of his nature, and a part of him that the Slayer would just have to learn to live with. Without further thought, he strode into the night to begin the hunt.......
Some nights you’re breathin fire
Some nights you’re carved in ice
Some nights you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before....
Or will again,
(Meatloaf, I would Do Anything For Love)
influenced him any way.
He was just about to move into the Club, when a voice hailed him from across the street. Recognising the voice, he turned and watched as the Slayer approached.
“Hey” she said as she came up to him
“Hey yourself” he replied, pulling her into his arms and covering her mouth with his in a deep and demanding kiss.
Buffy tasted the slight saltiness of his mouth, and knew that he had been feeding. Gently she pulled away.
Spike watched her, trying to gage her reaction. Could she deal with it? Could she restrain herself from questioning him?
Finally, Buffy looked up at him and gave him an accepting smile
“Come on, lets go inside” she said, taking his hand and moving towards the entrance.
Spike followed her in, slipping the cover charge to the bouncer as he passed.
The club was heaving tonight and there was barely room to move. Spike took her by the elbow and began to guide her protectively through the crowds. At one point, a young man pushed by Buffy and gave her an appraising look. Immediately Spike growled low in his throat and his features began to melt. Quickly Buffy squeezed his arm in warning....
“Not now Spike” she hissed at him, before reaching up and giving him a quick kiss. Spike’s features managed to remain in their human shape, and he had the grace to shoot Buffy an apologetic grin. “Sorry.....I’ll have to watch that” he whispered into her ear.
It was then that Buffy noticed the blatant stares that Spike was receiving from a group of girls sat at a nearby table. Now it was her turn to glare.
She felt Spike chuckle beside her and turned her glare on him. Spike threw up his arms in mock surrender
“Looks like the green eyed monster has got more than enough to go around Pet”
At the word “pet” he felt Buffy’s elbow connect painfully with his ribs
“I. Said. Don’t. Call. Me. That.” she ground out.
“OK, OK.....peace?” said Spike as he managed to straighten himself out again after the blow.
Buffy looked at him standing there, and felt an overwhelming urge to melt into him right then and there. He looked so damn good!
Instead she turned and began heading towards the bar. She needed a drink. But before she had taken more than a few steps, Spike caught her arm and spun her around. “You don’t need that” he said seriously
“Oh Jeez, give me strength. First the cigarettes and now the alcohol! Don’t you know you’re a demon and your supposed to support this kind of activity” she replied in disbelief.
Spike simply shrugged and continued to stare at her
“You don’t need that anymore. I can give you everything you need” he said simply.
Buffy thought about starting an argument, but then decided it just wasn’t worth the effort. The drink wasn’t really that important anyways.
Seeing the change in her body posture, Spike realised that she had accepted his terms. Reaching out his hand, he hooked a finger under her chin and brought her eyes back up to his.
“Wanna dance?” he asked gently
Buffy stared at him in astonishment, “*you* dance??”
“You wouldn’t begin to believe the different things you can learn to do over a lifetime of a couple of hundred years” he replied as humor danced in his eyes.
Buffy contemplated the hidden meaning in his statement, before moving into his arms. Seductively she kissed his neck before turning her mouth to his ear
“Listen, I really don’t want to hang around here all night, pretending to have fun......what I really want to do is be alone with you”
“Your wish is my command” said Spike, as he wrapped his arm round her shoulder and led her from the club....
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