Love Like Fire | By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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When Spike finally
woke, his side still ached, but nowhere near as badly as it had. That slayer
blood really did the trick…
And speaking of
slayers, the one who had fed him her blood was still curled up at his side.
Spike ran his hand down her back and nuzzled against her hair. She stretched
against him and mewed in her throat.
“Rise
and shine, kitten. Let me see
those pretty eyes of yours.”
She whimpered, and
Spike smiled as he leaned in and captured her lips. She kissed him back, though
her eyes remained closed, and Spike trailed his hand into her hair, pulling her
closer.
If he’d had more
strength, he would’ve already rolled her over and found his place between her
thighs. Damn that stake-happy soldier boy…
He knew the moment
Buffy woke completely. She pushed against his chest, broke his hold, and rolled
off the sarcophagus, tumbling to the ground before she rose to her feet and
backed away. “This isn’t happening, Spike.”
Spike frowned in
frustration. She had to be kidding him. After last night she was going to pull
this? “Why the bloody hell not?”
“Because
we just can’t. I can’t be with
you and you’re… I can’t.”
“But you love me,”
Spike replied. “You said it. I know I’d lost blood and for all I know that chip
causes brain damage, but I know I heard you say it. And last night, you came
here on your own. Even after you sent me off when I came to your house, you
came here to see me.”
“It was a moment of
weakness. You left, and I started thinking about things that can’t happen, and
I came here. But I shouldn’t have.” She paused, her brow wrinkling. “Okay,
well, I should have because otherwise you’d be a pile of dust and I would’ve
had to beat Riley to death, but what I was thinking last night…that can’t
happen.”
“Yes it can. We
were happy before, pet. I really don’t see why that has to end just because the
spell did.”
“It does!”
“It doesn’t!”
“Yes, it does!”
“Why?”
“Because
you don’t love me!”
Her words met
stunned silence from Spike, and for several moments, he simply stared at her.
Then, his shock turned to anger. “You arrogant little bint.
You honestly think you can dictate who can and can’t love? Love isn’t just
about souls, you know. And just because your precious
Angel didn’t…”
“No, Spike,” she
said quickly, cutting him off before he could say anything else about Angel.
“This isn’t about that. I don’t think you can’t love without a soul. I…I
believe you loved her.”
“Her?” Spike asked,
confused. “You mean Drusilla?”
“No,
not Dru. I mean, yeah, I do figured you probably loved her, though let’s not go there
right now, okay? I meant spell Buffy.”
Spike’s brow
furrowed. “You’re not making any sense at all, Slayer.”
Buffy sighed
heavily before she began to explain. “I’m not the girl I was when I was under
the spell. She listened to punk rock and wore black nail polish and smoked. I
don’t do any of those things.”
“Yeah, and?” Spike
replied, one eyebrow arching neatly.
Buffy looked down
at the floor, tracing a pattern with the toe of her shoe. “And that’s why you
loved her.”
“Bloody hell,
you’re one daft bird.”
She looked back up
sharply. “Okay, I don’t really know what daft means, but I don’t think it’s
very nice.”
“Means you’re a
little slow on the uptake, luv.”
Buffy planted her
hands firmly on her hips. “See – not very nice. And so not true because I’m
right. You hate me, Spike. Remember? You wanted to kill me.”
“I did before I met
you.”
“You always wanted
to kill me. You wanted to kill me right up until the night I showed up here
after the spell.”
“Are you dead?”
“No…”
He smirked at her.
“Then I didn’t really want to kill you.”
“That’s… Spike,
don’t do this. You know how this will turn out. You’ll realize I’m just boring old
Buffy and…” Spike burst out laughing and Buffy glared at him. “Why are you
laughing at me?”
“Because
you’re being daft again. Buffy,
you’re a lot of things, but boring is not one of them.”
She pouted at him,
and Spike really wished he was strong enough to tackle her. “I’m not that
girl.”
“Please. The great
music taste and the cute lil nails were just window
dressing, pet. That’s not why I fell in love with her…fell in love with you.
God, Buffy, I fell in love with you long before the spell. I mean, yeah, I
didn’t put a name to it, but I did. Why do you think Drusilla left me?”
“Because
she developed a slime and antlers fetish?” Buffy replied.
Spike gave her a
stern look. “And again with the daft. Really, pet, you
might want to think about cutting down on the bleach.”
“Oh look who’s talking.”
He smirked at her,
and she found herself trembling. He looked gorgeous stretched out on that
sarcophagus. “It seems like it’s been a little more detrimental to your mental
health.” She snorted and Spike chuckled. “But seriously, kitten, I’ve been in
love with you since the beginning. First time I saw you.” He paused for a
moment, reliving the memory. “It was at the Bronze. You were wearing a light
blue top and you were dancing. The light was hitting you just right, and you
were glowing. You stood out above every other person in the room, and I
couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I fell in love with you in that moment,
Buffy, and I never stopped. I never will stop.”
She tried to push
back the tears that threatened to spill forth at his confession. No one had
ever said anything like that to her before, made her feel so desired…so desirable.
“Spike, I…”
“If anyone should
be worried here, pet, it’s me. If you’re not the same girl, then can you love
me? I still listen to punk music, paint my nails black, and smoke cigarettes.”
Buffy looked at him
sharply, as if something was finally making sense. “I still love you, but…”
“Opposites attract,
baby. Is that why you ran out on me the other morning? Because you thought I
wouldn’t love you if you weren’t under the spell.”
“Yes,” Buffy
replied with a nod. “I didn’t want you to look at me without that love in your
eyes.”
“Never gonna happen.”
“Never?”
“Nope. Come on, Buffy – you know what happened between us
was more than any spell. Hell, you know what happened with Willow’s will-be-done bit was more than a spell.”
She looked down,
her cheeks coloring slightly. “I do.”
“Besides, what we
did most of the time…” He looked her up and down, leering as he did. “That we
don’t need a spell for. Something tells me you’re still sodding
amazing in bed.”
Her blush deepened.
“What if I’m not?”
Spike rolled his
eyes. “Please.” He patted his leg. “Stop talking crazy and
come ride me.”
“You’re hurt,”
Buffy pointed out.
“I’m not that
hurt. ‘Sides, you get on top and do all the work, won’t be a problem at all.
Now hitch up that bloody skirt.”
“Spike! We’re having a serious conversation here!”
“Yeah, and it’s
over. You love me, I love you. End of bloody discussion. Now’s
the part where we have make-up sex.”
“I’m still not sure
if we should…”
He said nothing,
though his actions were enough to make her stop, no words coming out as her
mouth hung open. He unzipped his pants, pulled his cock into his hand, and
began to stroke. “Come on, baby. You know you want this.” He ran his tongue
over his teeth and winked.
Her brain shut off
and Buffy began to strip, her eyes trained on the weeping head of his cock. She
missed that. Really, really missed that.
Nude, Buffy walked to
the sarcophagus and straddled Spike’s hips, poised to take him inside. “Are you
sure this won’t hurt you?”
“Trust me, kitten,
I’m going to be in a lot more pain if you don’t.”
Buffy smiled and
leaned in to kiss him quickly before she sunk down, throwing her head back as
she took him all the way in. She moved up and down several times, relearning
the feel of him inside before she leaned forward, bracing her hands on his
chest as she looked into his eyes.
There it was… The
love she’d seen in Los
Angeles was
still there, shining brightly in his blue eyes.
His hand shook as
it came up, his fingers threading in her hair. “No matter what happens, I love
you. No spell can change who you really are.”
She wanted to say
so many things, wanted to tell him everything she felt, but she couldn’t. She’d
never been good with words, especially not like he was. So instead, she rained
kisses on his face and neck, hoping he understood.
He panted, stroked
her hair, and she knew he did.
The moment before
she came, Spike pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her hard, swallowing
her passion-filled cry. Buffy trembled as he erupted inside of her, knowing in
that moment nothing was truly lost.
The chest beneath
her rose and fell with unneeded breath, and Buffy
clung to him as the aftershocks rode their course through him. He kissed her
hair, telling her over and over again how much he loved her.
Still, one thing
was weighing heavy on her mind.
“You’re not beneath
me. I didn’t mean it when I said that.” Spike stilled under her, and Buffy
reluctantly pulled up to look into his eyes. “Spike?
You don’t believe you are, do you?”
“Buffy, I know what
I am. Not exactly a worthy lover for the Chosen One.”
“What, a vampire
who has the strength to turn away from the dark and chose to be a better man
for the woman he loves?”
Spike cleared his
throat and looked offended. “Bloody hell, Buffy! Don’t
say things like that! That’s not me. I’m still the Big Bad.”
Buffy smirked and
patted his rumpled curls. “Sure you are, honey.”
“I bloody well am!
I’m the baddest vampire there is, and don’t you
forget it, little girl.”
“Whatever
you say, dear.”
Buffy chuckled as
Spike continued to grumble beneath her but said nothing else. She’d let him
have his delusions if they made him feel better. She knew the truth. She’d seen
the man behind the monster.
A smile on her
lips, Buffy leaned in and kissed his cheek before she whispered against his
ear, “I love you, Big Bad.”
A wide grin spread
across Spike’s face.
*** *** ***
And that is the end
of this one. Thank you to all my readers, I hope you enjoyed the story. Please
leave a review and let me know what you thought of the ending!
I’m going to hold
off on posting any new fics until I get further along
on Oedipus Calling, but I have a couple I’ve started, so hopefully you’ll see
something new from me soon.
Also, as I said in
a note in Oedipus Calling (for those of you reading both), I’ve started using Livejournal for posting fics.
Right now I’m pretty much only posting my fics that
aren’t Spuffy, though I may start posting new Spuffy fics there, too (I haven’t
decided). Either way, my other BtVS fics (none of which are Spike/other or Buffy/other –
completely different pairings), including fics from
my “Daylight verse” chronicling the life of Buffy and Spike’s family will be
posted there. If you’re interested in checking any of these out, they can be
found here: http://addie-logan.livejournal.com/
Feel free to friend me.
Again, thank you to
everyone who read this story. You guys are what keeps
me writing.
~AL
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