Love Like Fire | By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Spike moved right
before Riley reached him, smirking as the overgrown boy smacked head first into
the crypt’s stone wall. “That all you’ve got there, whitebread?”
he asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Riley pulled
himself up, glaring at Spike. “Not even close.” He ran for Spike again, but
Spike was faster, blocking every attempt Riley made to hit him. Even drunk, he
was lighter on his feet, and he smirked, confident he’d come out on top, chip
or not.
Then, he tripped.
It was a stupid move, and even as he was falling to the ground he was mentally
berating himself.
This was not how he
was going to go out. William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, was not going to be
taken out by someone as useless as Riley Finn.
When the stake came
down, Spike rolled.
Riley missed the
heart, but instead, the stake plunged into Spike’s side. Riley twisted it with
a grin on his face before pulling it out and moving towards the heart again.
Spike pushed,
knocking Riley off him. He tried to ignore the pain in his side as he rose to
his feet. Riley jumped up and moved towards Spike again, and this time, Spike
knew he needed to do more than be on the defensive. He struck out, hitting
Riley, trying to ignore the searing pain in his head as he did.
It only slowed
Riley down for a moment, and Spike swore as Finn came towards him again. With
his current migraine, the wound in his side, and his less-than-sober state,
things were not looking good.
Until
suddenly, Riley was tackled to the ground. Spike blinked, unsure if what he thought he was seeing was what he was
really seeing as a flurry of blonde flew by.
No, it was her. She
was here. Saving his unlife.
She was here, and
he knew he was safe. Spike let himself collapse.
Buffy hauled Riley
to his feet and slammed him against the wall. His eyes grew wide, afraid, the
full extent of Buffy’s strength taking him by surprise as he realized just how
much she’d held back in the past.
“You don’t touch
Spike,” Buffy growled.
“Buffy, I’m doing
this for you,” Riley protested. “Your friends told me about the spell. This
monster took advantage of you.”
Buffy slammed Riley
against the wall again. “You don’t know anything,” she growled. “And I don’t want
you anywhere near me ever again. You just get out of here. Leave Sunnydale and
forget about me or Spike.”
“Buffy, what’s
wrong with you? I’m trying to protect you!”
“And I don’t need
your protection! I told you I was in love with Spike, and this is what you do?
I told you I loved him, and you come here and try to kill him. If you
really wanted to protect me, you wouldn’t do something like that. You wouldn’t
do the one thing that would hurt me more than anything else.”
“Buffy…”
“Get out while you
still can, because I swear to god, I will make you suffer if I ever see your
face again.”
Riley stared at her
for a moment, reading her expression until he believed what he saw in her eyes
– she wasn’t kidding. “I never thought this was really you, Buffy. I always
thought you were better than this.”
“You never knew me
at all, Riley.” Buffy let him go and looked down as he dropped to the ground.
“Get out. Come near Spike again, and I will kill you.”
Riley pulled
himself up on shaky legs. He was having a hard time believing Buffy would be so
protective of a creature like Spike, but he knew without any doubt she was
serious.
He supposed she was
right – he really never did know her. And if she was this
desperate to lie down with a demon…
Riley Finn left the
crypt without looking back.
Buffy ran to
Spike’s side, examining the wound on his side. “You’re hurt.”
“You said you loved
me. You told soldier boy you love me.”
“Come on, we need
to get you on the sarcophagus.”
“You said you loved
me.”
Buffy hefted Spike
up and carried him over to the sarcophagus, setting him as gently she could.
“You need blood. Do you have any in the fridge?”
“Nothing fresh I’m
sure. You love me?”
“It’s too late for
the butcher. You’re going to have to bite me.”
Spike coughed. “Say
again, pet?”
She rolled her eyes.
“You heard me. How’s the best way to do this? Do you want my neck, or would my
arm be easier so you wouldn’t have to sit up?”
Spike tried to move
and winced. His side and his head were both aching and slayer blood would go a
long way towards helping, but he needed some answers. Buffy had run off on him
in Los Angeles, yelled at him to leave her alone when he’d come to her house,
and now she was telling whitebread she was in love
with Spike and offering up the most delectable meal possible straight from the
tap?
“Right, wrist it is
then. Can you bite me now, or do I need to cut myself?”
“Buffy,
talk to me, pet. Why did you tell
me I’m beneath you and then tell the tin soldier you love me?”
Buffy sighed.
“Spike, you’re hurt, okay? Just let me take care of you right now, please.”
“I…” Spike winced
again as the pain he was feeling made him decide just to go along with her for
the time being. “Yeah, all right. Get against my good
side, pet.” She did as he said, and Spike wrapped his arm around her waist,
trying to situate them. “Give me your arm.”
She offered him her
arm without protest, and Spike guided it to his mouth. His other hand rubbed
soothing circles against her hip as his tongue darted out to lap at her pulse
point.
“Just bite me,
Spike.”
“Patience,
you pushy bint. Unless you want
my head hurting more than it already is, then you’re going to have to let me do
this carefully. Hell, I’m not even sure this is going to work.”
“Why
not? You bit me before, and it
didn’t hurt.”
“Yeah, but that was
when you were in the throes of an orgasm, sweetheart. It’s a different thing.
And as much as I’d love to be making you come right now, this stab wound in my
side is a bit of an issue.”
“I could do that
part myself and you could bite me then.”
Spike’s eyebrow
arched. “You sure he didn’t stake me?”
Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure. Look, Spike, you need blood, so let’s just do this, whatever
way is going to be easiest.”
His hand crept up
from her hip to her back. “Slayer…”
“Dammit, Spike, stop fighting me on this!” Buffy yelled.
“You’re hurt, and you’re bleeding, and you…” She
stopped short, her eyes tearing up. “Let me do this.”
She just kept
throwing him for a loop. Now she was crying at the thought of him being hurt?
Spike decided to
stop trying to press any issues and just take what they obviously both wanted.
He didn’t know why she left him, didn’t know why she’d turned him away at her
house, but seeing as she still loved him, he decided that didn’t really matter.
If she loved him, then she could be his again. He just needed enough strength
to drive home to her how good things could be between them, spell or no spell.
He ran his hand
across her back and kissed her wrist. “How do you want to do this, luv? Do you feel comfortable enough getting yourself off in
front of me?”
“I think so. I
mean, after all we’ve done, I shouldn’t really be embarrassed about that…”
Despite her words, her cheeks colored, but she still reached down with her free
hand to push up her skirt and slip her hand into her panties.
Spike kissed and
nipped at the inside of Buffy’s wrist, watching as her eyes closed and her
breathing became labored. “You’re bloody gorgeous, baby,” he told her, his
speaking against her skin. “Does that feel good, rubbing your pretty little quim with your fingers?”
Buffy gasped and
whimpered, and Spike smiled knowingly. “Fuck yourself with your fingers, baby.
Pretend it’s my cock. That’s what you want it to be, don’t you? Tell me you
do.”
“I…I do. I…Spike.”
His cock strained
in his jeans, seemingly oblivious to the fact he was
in no shape to shag the glorious creature at his side. His hand moved down from
her back to cup her bottom, and he listened to her sharp intake of breath. “Are
you close, kitten?”
“Yeah…”
Spike licked her
pulse point and whispered against her skin before his fangs descended and he
bit down.
“I love you.”
Buffy cried out in
pleasure, clenching around her own fingers, writhing against his body. He
snarled, feasted on her blood, felt the tingling in his veins as it flowed into
him.
When he felt her
weakening, he stopped, lapping the wound closed. Buffy whimpered and slipped
her hand out from under her skirt before she wrapped herself more around Spike
and drifted off to sleep. She smiled as she did, and Spike felt peaceful again,
like he had before the spell had broken.
“I love you,
Buffy,” he murmured before joining her in sleep.
*** *** ***
Buffy woke when she
heard the crypt door open. A familiar sensation tingled at the back of her
neck, though it didn’t hold the same meaning it used to.
She moved out of
Spike’s arms and adjusted her skirt, glad to see Spike still seemed to be out.
Now that he had blood, he needed rest. She got off the sarcophagus and turned
to Angel, almost smiling at the look of surprise on his face from what he’d
walked into.
Really, like after
what she knew he’d smelled in his car, he shouldn’t even be surprised.
Buffy pointed
towards the door and mouthed, “outside,” and to her
surprise, Angel didn’t fight it. Instead he turned and went out of the crypt,
waiting for her just past the door. She followed him out and shut the door
behind them.
“What are you doing
here?” she asked.
“I came to talk to
Spike.”
Buffy put her hands
on her hips. “That isn’t going to happen, Angel.”
“What happened to
him?”
“Riley,” Buffy replied
with a sigh. “He tried to kill him. Luckily, he’s completely incompetent and
only managed to stake his side.”
“Riley tried to
kill him? He said we were just going to talk to him.”
Buffy’s eyes
bulged. “What? You and Riley were here talking to Spike?”
Angel had the
decency to look chagrined in light of Buffy’s angry expression. “We both left
and didn’t lay a hand on him, Buffy.”
“Well, obviously
Riley came back. And what the hell did you think you were doing?”
Her sharp tone
caused Angel to switch to the defensive. “Spike doesn’t need to be here, Buffy.
He doesn’t need to be around you.”
“That’s my call –
not yours.”
“Buffy, would you
listen to yourself?” Angel yelled. “Dammit, Spike
isn’t the good guy. I don’t know what’s wrong with you. I mean, I understand
why you fell for me, but…”
Buffy cut him off
with a snort. “Oh my god, you are so full of yourself.”
Angel sighed.
“Don’t be like that. I know you’re upset with me, but you know you can’t
compare what we had to whatever it is you’ve got going on with Spike.”
“No, Angel, you’re
right, there really is no comparison – because whatever that was we had can’t
even begin to touch what I’ve shared with Spike. And if you’re going to give me
more of that ‘you need a normal life’ crap, just shut it now. You don’t know
what I need. You don’t even really care. The only reason you came here is
because you knew I was sleeping with Spike and you were jealous. It has nothing
to do with worrying about me.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Yes, it is! I’ve
figured it out, Angel. You never really loved me. If you did, then you still
would’ve without the soul.”
“Oh come on, Buffy.
That’s just crazy. Spike can’t love you without his soul.”
“No, you couldn’t
love me without one. Or with one, for that matter.”
“Buffy…”
“No. I’m not going
to listen to this. Not now, not from you. So you know what?” Her lips curled up
in a smirk. “Get out of my town.”
“Buffy…”
She crossed her
arms over her chest and met Angel square in the eyes. “I mean it, Angel. You
walked out, and when you did, you gave up any say you may have had in my life.”
Buffy stepped forward, managing to stare him down even with the height
difference. “Now I’m going to say this one more time – get out of my town.”
His mouth set in a
grim line, Angel turned around and disappeared into
the night.
Buffy went back
into the crypt, where she slipped back into Spike’s arms.
*** *** ***
See! I told you I
didn’t forget it wasn’t all angsty! There’s one more
chapter after this one, and I’m hoping to post it early next week sometime.
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