| Chapter 3.03
Wednesday, May 8th, 2002
Buffy pressed her cheek against the cool tile,
letting the wall support her as Spike pushed his knee between
her thighs from behind. Warm water flowed over both their bodies,
lending his an unaccustomed warmth. Remnants of shampoo and shower
gel made their union almost frictionless as he slid long sensitive
fingers inside her moving to the tempo of the ringing in her head.
The electronic ringing that was getting louder. The ringing that
should go away.
Buffy forced her eyes open and felt in the general
direction of the sound until she came across Spike's mobile on
top of the bedside cabinet. She didn't know how to switch off
the alarm but decided pressing the biggest button was probably
the best option. It sort of worked. The noise stopped and the
writing on the centre of the display now said "Snooze". She pulled
the phone close to her face and tried to make the numbers in the
bottom left corner of the screen come into focus. 07:32. Joy.
She looked over at the inert form sharing her
bed. The cool hard surface she had been pressing her cheek into
was actually Spike's chest. Her leg was still draped over his,
his arm cradling her back. She raised herself up slightly on her
elbow, smoothing wayward curls back from his forehead. She loved
the feel of those soft white curls, but could easily understand
why he insisted on gelling them into submission. She traced the
lines of his face working her way down, until she ran her fingers
again and again over those lips.
When she felt him move beneath her fingers she
couldn't wait any longer and she brushed her lips against his
as softly as she could. The feather-light touch set off electric
tingles in her own lips and apparently did the same for a certain
person of the undead persuasion. As she pulled back, heavy-lashed
lids slid slowly open revealing ultramarine depths.
"Morning, love." His voice was a sleepy purr.
She dipped her head to tease his lips once more
before she replied. "Morning. Time to ring the other woman."
"Can think of things I'd rather be doin'." His
gaze travelled over those parts of her body not hidden by the
bed clothes. ".but they'll wait."
That earned him a poke in the stomach. "Taking
me for granted already, are we?"
He smirked despite himself. "Well, pet, if you
can't wait I better see if I can find the hands-free kit again."
"Pig."
"An' don't you-" Whatever Spike intended as his
reply it was cut short by the insistent beeping noise of the phone
again. Both of them fumbled amongst the rumpled bedding where
Buffy had dropped it earlier. Spike found it first and soon managed
to disable the snooze function. He held down the right key until
the speed-dial kicked in and then passed the phone to Buffy.
"Best speak to Niblet before she thinks we've
forgotten her."
Buffy took the phone, explaining to her sister
that they had had a busier night than anticipated and hadn't been
able to get home that morning as planned, but that they would
make it home some time that evening if there were no further emergencies.
Wisely she refused to go into detail about the previous night's
happenings until they got back. She then passed the phone to Spike.
Spike made sure everything was okay in Sunnydale,
gave Dawn the number of the motel and their room number in case
she needed to get in touch for any reason and asked what sort
of take-out she wanted for dinner when they got back. By the time
the two hung up, Buffy was curled up asleep with her head on his
chest once more. Spike stretched to put the phone back on the
bedside table without waking her and closed his own eyes, listening
to the sound of her breathing, till he too fell asleep.
Wednesday Late morning
It was after eleven before Buffy woke again.
Spike still slept peacefully and she decided not to wake him until
it was absolutely necessary. She tip-toed around as she got dressed,
finally scribbling a note to say that she'd taken his phone and
the room keys and she'd gone to the diner across the road for
brunch. She would be back in about half an hour or so. She left
the note on her pillow where he couldn't miss it if he happened
to wake up.
Once she was safely settled in the booth, coffee
in front of her and her order taken she pulled the phone out of
her pocket. She searched the memory for the number and dialled.
"Angel In-" Cordy's voice answered after two
rings.
"Cordelia? It's Buffy, you don't need the spiel."
"Hi, Buffy. That was quite the little show last
night. Guess you're finally over Angel."
"Yeah, and it only took three years. I was just
ringing to see if there was any progress on the Stephen front."
Buffy changed the subject.
"Hey, yeah. You could have warned me about the
little bombshell you dropped on Angel before you left."
"I kinda did. I told you he was all broody. Besides,
I got distracted. You should know the feeling with that man of
yours hanging round." Buffy wasn't averse to dropping hints that
might make the former Scooby think through what she was feeling.
"Yeah, well, ya coulda stuck around to help with
the mess you left instead of high-tailing it back to your motel."
"We could've stayed, but we couldn't have helped.
You're the one Angel talks to now when he needs someone. Stephen
won't trust Spike because he's a vampire and having seen the two
of us together, the claim mark and me fighting I'm not entirely
sure he believes I'm human either. It didn't really seem the time
for the "In every generation" speech, so we left him to think
about things. And Angel's lucky that Spike chose to get involved
or he'd probably have never seen the kid again. And if you tell
him that I'll get lynched .so anyway what's happening?"
"Well, Fred and Gunn found him at the motel,
probably not long after you two left. He wouldn't tell them what
had happened, but eventually he decided he wanted to bury him.
So they took him out into the country in Gunn's truck, but he
wouldn't let them get Angel to help. He said it wouldn't be fitting
if the demon who killed Holtz' family had any part in his burial."
"Whoa, back up, what do you mean Angel killed
his family?"
"Holtz was like the real-life van Helsing of
the 1700's. This irritated our guy Angelus a bit so he and Darla
lured Holtz away and killed his wife and baby and turned his daughter,
so that Holtz probably had to stake her or whatever himself. From
what we can gather Holtz then makes some sort of deal with some
time-travelling demon and ends up in the twenty-first century
just in time for Connor's birth."
"Mmm, guess the kid had a valid point then,"
Buffy added.
"Anyway he showed up about an hour ago here and
Angel gave him some letter the old guy gave him last night, saying
he thought it was better for Stephen to be with his father, Angel
I mean. He said he was going to leave, I guess he meant something
a bit more permanent than anyone thought."
"So Stephen's still there?"
"Yeah, he's home now. The reception area looks
more like a playground, with him and Angel and Fred and Gunn playing
stake the vampire."
"So are you left manning the store?"
"Sort of."
"Well, look the thing is this. I've got to go
to the bank and pick up some money for Spike, but after that I've
got nothing to do but shop. sort of wedding type shop. I mean
Dawn would kill me if I picked the dresses without her, and it's
not like we were ever really shopping buddies before, but I thought
I might start narrowing down the options a bit and I need a second
opinion. And Spike wanted to give you some money to get some clothes
for Stephen as well, sort of however many years of birthday presents.
assuming Angel won't mind."
"Tough luck if he does. Connor needs more clothes
and I don't think Angel's got a clue how much it's going to cost
to get him a whole wardrobe. All birthday presents gratefully
accepted by me if not them." Cordy displayed a typical practicality.
"Is it okay if I get Spike to drop me off at
the hotel and we take your car, if you have one? I can feel the
worry flowing out of Spike when I even suggest driving his, of
course the fact you can't see out through the windshield and I
haven't passed my test yet might be factors."
"I'll get the keys for the mid-life crisis mobile.
It's got more trunk space. There's parking round the back in the
shade."
"Okay. I'll give you a ring when I get through
at the bank and let you know we're on our way."
Buffy opened their room door as quietly as she
could and then berated herself for sneaking around when she was
just going to get him up anyway. She decided the view was worth
it. Spike had obviously woken up and read the note and then fallen
asleep again. He lay face down across the middle of the mattress,
his cheek resting on his right forearm. His left hand held her
note as if it were something precious he wouldn't let go of even
in sleep. His curls were rumpled and he'd kicked the sheet down
so far that half his perfectly rounded ass was showing. She couldn't
resist. Placing the cup and paper bag she was carrying on the
bedside table she crawled onto the bed and sank her teeth into
the nearest smooth white globe.
"Ow, ya-" His cry of surprise and pain was rapidly
replaced by a rumbling growl of satisfaction. She loosened her
grip and moved up the bed leaning over him to kiss the hollow
below his chiselled cheekbone.
"Morning, sleepyhead," she almost whispered in
his ear.
He rolled over onto his back, his arms reaching
up to pull her down on top of him. "Morning, woman mine." He held
her in a loose grip and she could easily have pulled away. Instead
she melted against him.
"I brought you some human type breakfast, to
go with what's in the fridge. Thought I'd indulge your cannibalistic
tendencies."
"Very funny, pet. It doesn't take a vampire's
sense of smell to work out whatever's in that bag involves some
sort of bacon product."
"Mn-hn, bacon sandwich, extra crispy with optional
sachet of tomato ketchup and a large coffee, but you have to get
up. And before you say it I can tell certain parts of you already
are, but I need you to drive me wherever I need to go for this
money and then to my bank and then drop me off at the hotel so
I can go shopping with Cordelia."
"But it would be such a waste having the room
all to ourselves if we didn't make full use of it." Spike waggled
his eyebrow at her.
"Here's the deal then. If you're ready
to go in fifteen minutes, I'll make sure the trip includes some
lingerie shopping and at least one set won't be for the trousseau,
it'll be for this afternoon before we go home."
"Still leaves time for a quickie, love. I can
always stick breakfast in the microwave when I get back."
"You're incorrigible,"
"I'll take that as a yes, shall I?" It was only
then as he looked down to see what trousers she was wearing that
he noticed she wasn't wearing trousers at all. She was wearing
a skirt and not just any skirt but a long black leather wraparound
that he was more than familiar with. He felt himself hardening
even further, so much so that the sensation became painful.
"God, pet. You didn't think you could wear that
skirt and get out without getting molested, did you?"
He sat up and pulled her so that she sat sideways
between his knees, her legs over his left, his right arm supporting
her back. "Let's see if we can do this right this time, love."
His hand slid up under her skirt, pulling open the snaps on the
teddy she wore and teasing apart her damp folds. "I think your
cue is "Stop,"." Buffy was still wet and her muscles relaxed from
their activities the previous night and her dream this morning
and he easily slid two fingers inside her, gently preparing her.
He slipped a third finger inside and Buffy gasped
leaning back more against his other arm.
"Don't stop," she cried breathlessly.
"You couldn't make me." He replied. She twisted
her upper body, her arms encircling his neck they attacked each
other's mouths in a frenzy. Drowning in his kisses, his hand still
moving inside her, Buffy wasn't sure if she was playing the scenario
or trying to resurrect the last vestiges of coherent thought.
She pulled back away from him.
"I have to go, Cor-"
"Stay. I'm stuck here. Sun's up." Spike replayed
his part perfectly.
Once more Buffy's arms fastened around his neck,
and their lips met with a fierce passion. Underneath her skirt
he pulled his fingers from her hot wet core for long enough to
lift her over his right leg and lay her on her back beside him
on the bed. They never broke the kiss as he positioned her and
twisted to lie above her in one fluid move.
Finally, he eased back to let her get some air.
Letting all his emotion show in his eyes he looked down at her
as he spoke.
"I knew the only thing better than being with
you like this would be hearing you say you love me."
"I love you," she replied as she stared straight
back into his neon blue eyes. She lifted her head to whisper in
his ear "and if you fuck me right now I'll tell you over and over
till I can't speak any more." She brought her knees up and outward,
letting her skirt drape into folds around her waist.
"Oh, God, I love you so much." Spike replied
before he drove into her so hard she gave a small grunt as the
air was forced from her lungs. As soon as she drew a fresh breath
she made eye contact and told him the words he wanted to hear.
"I love you.. I love you.. I love you... I love you... I love
you.. I love you.. I love you. I love you. I love you.. I love
you.. I love you. I love you." She chanted the words in time to
their movements, her hips rising clear of the mattress to meet
his, each repetition increasingly breathless.
There was nothing else in the world except the
man looking down into her eyes with such open adoration and the
feel of his body around and inside hers. She had never felt so
desirable as she did when he looked at her. Sooner than she would
ever have thought possible she felt the first tremors of her oncoming
climax.
"Will." she gasped out.
"I know, baby, I can feel it."
He changed the angle of his hips slightly so
that he ground more firmly against her at the end of every stroke.
Three more thrusts and she felt that sudden release she'd been
waiting for.
"Oh God, I love you!" she screamed loud enough
for the people three rooms up on either side to hear.
Her cry as much as the feel of her muscles involuntary
movements around him brought Spike crashing after.
He held her close as he rolled them over onto
their sides. "How long have we got left out of that fifteen minutes?"
he asked.
"Who cares? Just hold me," she answered, wriggling
in his arms to get as close as possible to him. She could feel
that he was still hard inside her and she knew if they didn't
have places to be they would have spent the whole afternoon and
probably longer, in bed, on the floor, up against the walls, in
the shower and probably every other vertical or horizontal surface
in the room.
Buffy smiled against his neck. He stroked her
hair until she looked up and then raised his eyebrow.
"Just thinking. If I'd done something like that
with Riley, I'd probably have spent most of the time getting myself
off to get ready and the rest just waiting for him to finish.
With you, sex is like chocolate. It doesn't matter
when I last had some or how much I had, I always want more."
"Does that mean you're making time for another
round?"
"No, 'cause even if I did I'd still want thirds
and fourths and fifths." She lay there with him for another couple
of minutes before she forced herself to pull away. Picking up
a pair of his jeans from the case she threw them at him. "You've
got five minutes."
He pulled on his clothes and lit a cigarette
in less than three. "You got a pen and some paper, love?" Buffy
pulled out the notebook she had brought with her from her purse,
passing it to him. She remembered the note she left him that morning,
rescuing it from the bed. She was about to crumple it up and throw
it in the bin when he moved at speed to pull it from her hand,
thrusting it into his coat pocket. She was going to ask why he
wanted to keep such a pointless note but then she remembered how
she'd finished it, and started it: "Dearest Will, .I love you.
B. x"
Spike went on with his own note making, writing
down the details of the wire transfer which he'd arranged to be
sent to a branch of her bank this time. On a second sheet he wrote
"Password:
DIANTHUS BARBATUS". Then an allocation of how to split
the money.
"Cordy
- say $1,000 tell her to buy herself something for her trouble
from that.
-
Must buy decent pair of boots e.g.DM's, Para Boots, New Rocks.
Me
- $5,000 to cover PC as well as general expenses and stuff for
flat.
Buffy
Current - Enough for at least one month comfortable living
expenses. (At least 2x DMP)
-
Bring all bills up to date.
Buffy
Wedding - Remainder."
"What's with the Diana Barbie Latin thing?" Buffy
asked.
"You need a password to pick up the money. That
would be it."
"You expect me to remember that?"
"To be honest, I expected you to pass over the
bit of paper with it written on," Spike tilted his head and raised
an eyebrow. He handed Buffy both sheets of paper and held the
room door open for her.
"But what does it mean?" Buffy walked out to
the car.
"You're back-to-college girl. Look it up." Spike
slid into the driver's seat and reached across to unlock the passenger
door.
Buffy had considered holding Spike's money ransom
until he told her what he made her say to the bank teller. Since
she actually transferred a total of twenty-nine thousand to her
two accounts she thought that might be just a little petty. Why
wouldn't he tell her anyway? Maybe she just offered the teller
anal sex for all she knew. That would be so Spike. Instead
she just went back to the car and passed him the larger of the
two envelopes the nice people at the bank had been kind enough
to provide.
"Still not going to tell me whether I should
be made to wash my mouth out with soap and water?" she asked him.
"No. I could suggest some different mouthwash
though." Spike leered.
"Pig. You are so-o. I mean, one-track mind or
what? I bet it is something rude."
Spike just smirked.
"I could ring Wesley. He would know." Buffy pouted.
"Yeah," Spike conceded, smirk still in place.
"He might be into that sort of thing, but do you really
want to ask him?"
"You are Evil."
"I'm your Big Bad, cutie," he confirmed.
"I'm going to find out what it is," she insisted.
"And did you just say you were my Big Bad Cutie?"
"I know and no-o, I didn't. I called you cutie."
"I prefer my version. But you're going to make
me suffer?"
Spike gave up and just shrugged his shoulders.
"Weren't you supposed to ring and warn the cheerleader you were
coming?"
"Yeah, but this so isn't over." Buffy again took
possession of Spike's cell-phone and rang to let Cordelia know
that they were on their way.
"She says to go round the back of the hotel.
She'll be waiting and it's shady."
"If it means seeing the princess for five minutes
without having to see the Great Poof's ugly mug, then it suits
me," answered Spike.
"You like Cordelia?" Buffy asked.
"Well, yeah. I mean, we've barely met, but she's
straight. Says what she thinks, bit like demon-girl, and until
she did whatever she's done to her hair, kinda easy on the eyes
too. What's not to like?"
"The extreme bitchiness, even if she wasn't as
bad once she started dating Xander."
"Don't think what she thinks is any worse than
what most everybody else does, she just doesn't bother hiding
it s'all. At least you know where you stand," Spike argued. "I
mean, take Red. I know when Harris starts a round of kick the
Spike, she won't do anything to stop him. Whether it's because
she agrees with him and is just letting him do the dirty work
or whether she doesn't agree but isn't prepared to go against
her buddy, I don't know. Five minutes alone with the Princess
and I'll know exactly where I stand."
"That all made a strange kind of sense, I think,"
Buffy conceded.
"No need to sound so surprised, love." Spike
smirked as he slid her a sideways glance through his thick eyelashes.
"'Sides, heard she dumped Harris."
"And all is revealed." |
