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Oedipus Calling	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 9348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy had trained herself to detach
emotionally when it came to being Liam's arm candy for the evening. She'd stand
beside him when he wanted her there, smile brightly at the right people, and
then quietly fall back into the shadows when he was finished showing her off.
She wouldn't let herself think about what it meant that he held so little
regard for her as a person, wouldn't allow herself to become overwhelmed. It
was easier to just feel nothing.
So when she felt something, Buffy wasn't sure what to make of it. Suddenly, the
hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as every nerve in her body
became aware. She tingled, and she
couldn't smother the small gasp that came from her when she looked up to see
William�no, Spike�watching her from
across the room. He looked so out of place as he leaned in the doorway, his
jeans and t-shirt not belonging in the mix of tuxedoes and expensive dresses.
He smirked and crooked his finger. Buffy
shook her head, fear and excitement meshing inside of her until she couldn't
tell one from the other.
Spike mouthed his response to her refusal
clearly, letting her see what he was saying even with the room between them.
I'll
make a scene.
Buffy knew he'd do it, and she also knew
they'd both get in trouble for it. Or at least she would. Buffy wasn't certain
Liam would have as much as control as he'd once had over the man his son had
become.
She glanced around, making sure she was as
invisible as she wanted to be before she went across the room, her heart
thudding in her chest. Suddenly, Spike's hand was around her arm and he was
dragging her away. A scream caught in her throat, but Buffy was too worried
anyone who might respond to it would give her more trouble than Spike would to
let it slip out.
And was she even in danger? He was scaring
her, that she couldn't deny, but the hands on her now felt like William's, and there was still comfort in that.
"Shh�not going to hurt you, pet,"
Spike whispered to her as he brought her away from the party. "Just want
to go someplace where we can talk."
He brought her into an empty hallway and
dropped his arm, giving Buffy the chance to run if she wanted to. She didn't.
Spike had planned a thousand things to say
to her when he'd left Dru sleeping and crept downstairs. For months, he'd
harbored his anger for Buffy, hating her for the way she'd treated him, for
turning out to be just like everyone else in his life. The noise of the
festivities downstairs had kept him awake, and the whiskey he'd pilfered from
his father's liquor cabinet hadn't been able to dull his senses enough to let
him sleep.
Yet now, looking at her, he was at a loss.
She was still beautiful, the burgundy of her dress highlighting the flush of
her cheeks. Her shoulders were bare, and he could watch the tops of her breasts
above the line of her dress as she took deep, uneasy breaths.
She was glorious, breathtaking.
She wasn't his.
It was that last thought that reminded him
he was angry, even as the part of his brain still functioning tried to remind
him that he had a woman who was. Even now, he felt the sting of Buffy's
rejection, unable to drown our her declaration that he wasn't enough to please
her no matter how many times Drusilla's screams of release rang in his ears.
Spike took a step closer, watching Buffy's
sharp intake of breath in response. "I was watching you," he told
her, his head tilting as he regarded her with dark eyes. "I watched you
letting him parade you around like his little whore. Is that what it takes to
get you off, Buffy? Do you like being used?"
His words slammed into her, her initial
response one of hurt. But then, anger flared up in its place, mixing with
embarrassment that he'd even seen her that way, and that he knew as well as she
did what she was to Liam.
Buffy wanted him gone. She didn't want Spike here, didn't want to be reminded
of what she'd had to let slip away. She narrowed her eyes, her hands moving to
her hips. This whole situation had her upset, and though she knew she had no
right to care, she couldn't help the angry jealousy she felt seeing him with
Drusilla anymore than she could the shame she felt knowing he knew the truth
about her sham of a marriage.
"Liam knows what it takes to get me
off, William," she snapped, her
defensive words coming out before she even had a chance to consider them.
"Which, if I recall correctly, is more than I can say
for you."
It took only a second for Buffy to realize
her miscalculation. Spike was already angry�clearly drunk�and now, she'd pushed
him further by insulting his manhood. His nostrils flared and his hand shot out
again, grabbing her arm with bruising force. Buffy gasped, unable to keep up
with what was happening as he dragged her down the hall and into a nearby
closet.
Spike tore the door open with his free hand
and threw her inside before stepping inside the small closet himself and
shutting the door. It was too dark for Buffy to see him now, but she could hear
his harsh, steady breathing, and her body trembled. She didn't know if it was
fear or desire, yet when she felt his strong arm clamp around her waist, she
didn't struggle to get away.
His hot breath rushed past her cheek before
he spoke low in her ear. "You really think I can't get you off,
baby?"
Buffy shook harder, the situation spiraling
further out of control than she'd even begun to expect when he'd lead her away
from the party. She was still angry, though now she was angry at herself as
well for responding to him like this. She turned her head back towards him, her
eyes adjusting and making out the dark outline of his face. "I know you can't," she snapped.
"Now let me get back to my husband."
At her reply, the last of Spike's control
snapped. Without another word, he roughly pushed up the bottom of her skirt and
ripped away the flimsy panties she wore beneath.
Buffy gasped when two of his fingers pushed
inside of her, hardly able to believe this was even happening. She wondered for
a second if she'd fallen asleep at the party and was having a very bizarre�very
vivid�dream.
But then his thumb found her clit and another
long finger slid into her body, and she didn't care if she was awake or asleep.
He had clearly picked up a few tips since the last time he'd touched her, and
even in his drunken state, his fingers were sure and steady with determination.
Her legs wobbled, and Buffy grabbed onto
Spike's bicep, gripping him tightly for support. He sped up the thrusts of his
fingers inside of her, using them to fuck her hard. Inside of her, he curved
the long digits up, sliding across her sensitive, hidden spot as his thumb
moved faster against her swollen clit. Unbidden, she made a loud noise
somewhere between a sob and a moan, and Spike's free hand moved up, clamping
over her mouth and nose.
It took Buffy a moment to realize she was no
longer able to breathe, and her eyes widened as she tried to move away from
Spike's hand, but he had her locked in place, seemingly unaware of her plight.
Buffy whimpered into his hand as she started
to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. Her lungs began to burn and she
wondered if he would realize what he was doing before it was too late.
Then, she didn't care. Her body burst into
intense orgasm, the likes of which she certainly hadn't been experiencing
recently, if ever. She let herself be limp in his arms
as shocks of pleasure rushed through her, nothing seeming to exist except the
feelings he'd given her.
As quickly as it had begun, however, it was
over, and Buffy felt herself falling to the ground as she gasped for fresh air.
The door opened, and she looked up, her hand resting against the top of her
dress.
Spike sneered down at her, his silhouette
illuminated by the thin sliver of light coming through the partially open
closet door. "Go back to your husband now," he snapped before walking
away, leaving Buffy there alone.
A lump in her throat, Buffy reached around
until she found her ruined panties, then tossed them to the back of the closet
with a frustrated whimper as she realized she wouldn't have any place to put
them anyway now that she could no longer wear them.
Hot tears fought to fall from her eyes, but
Buffy roughly brushed them away as she leaned back, letting her head hit
against the closet wall. She was angry�furious�though
not with him. With herself. Both for
pushing him to that point and for liking
it when she did. He'd been rough and cruel, and yet she'd done nothing
but succumb to it.
She wanted to tell herself that she'd gone
along with it as a way to make amends for her cruel treatment of him, both
after his first time and for what she'd said to him tonight as well. At least
that sounded like a viable excuse. But Buffy knew she hadn't been thinking that
clearly when she'd let him push his fingers inside of her pussy. Her response
had been purely physical, any rational thought going away the moment Spike touched
her.
He'd called her a whore; she'd acted like
one.
Buffy made a sound somewhere between a laugh
and a sob as she hit her head against the wall three times. She hoped she was
too far away from the party for anyone to see her like this, messy and rumpled,
her dress still hiked up to her hips.
"Whore," Buffy said aloud before
she shook her head and made the sob/laugh again.� She wasn't a wife. Not truly anyway. There
was no love in her marriage, no desire to for the two of them to create a home
together. Everything she did with Liam, every touch she endured, was for money.
Tonight was no different. She knew, once the
guests went home, he'd want her. He always did after nights like this, wanted
to stake his claim on what was his after he'd shown her off to others.
Buffy pushed herself off the ground, holding
on to the wall for a moment until her legs stopped quaking. Then, she
straightened her dress and headed out to clean up in the bathroom before
rejoining her husband.

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Spike woke to the sound of what he thought
had to be the loudest birds in the history of the world. They were screaming outside the window and he
groaned, opening his eyes for second only to shut them again against the
glaring light coming in from the space between the curtains.
He rolled over away from the sun, his eyes
opening again to take in the sight of Drusilla sleeping peacefully next to him.
She was right where she was supposed to be, yet something felt off.
When it came back to him, Spike bolted
upright in bed, ignoring the pounding in his head. He couldn't have actually
done that�could he? He tried to tell himself it had to be nothing more than a
dream, but memories of Buffy in his arms, his hand beneath her skirt, were too
vivid for him to dismiss as anything but reality.
Guilt weighed heavy on his shoulders as he
wondered how he could've done such a thing�to both Drusilla and Buffy. He'd
cheated on his girlfriend by doing something reprehensible to his father's
wife.
In not a one of his hazy
memories from the night before could he remember Buffy consenting to what he
had done to her.
He felt sick�and from more than just the
hangover making him regret however much liquor he'd managed to ingest the night
before. He'd come back here to make Buffy regret spurning him the way she had,
but he'd never intended to do anything like that.
Spike knew he never should've come. He'd
gotten away, made a life for himself away from the specter of his father. He
should've just stayed with Dru, where he'd been happy. He'd been beyond foolish
to want to come back here to try to get some of his own back with Buffy.
He'd done that now, although in a way he'd
never wanted to.
Now he just wished he could take it all
back.

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