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Spike rolled over,
opened his eyes, and realized he was alone in the bed. “Dru?”
he said groggily, the months he’d spent sleeping in her arms making him
unaccustomed to not finding her there when he woke.
When she didn’t
respond, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked around. Oh, right… He was
here.
But where was she?
Then, the events of
the night before began to rise to the surface, and Spike felt himself
panicking. Drusilla hadn’t been there when he’d come back to bed either. What
if she’d seen him with Buffy?
What had happened
with Buffy the previous night was a mistake of epic proportions. Spike had no
doubt about that, and he wished more than anything he could take it
back—especially if it had cost him Drusilla. He knew most people probably
didn’t understand what he saw in her, but William didn’t care about them.
Drusilla was the only person in his life who had ever loved him. He couldn’t
lose that. He couldn’t.
They needed to get
out of this place. He needed to find Dru and, if it
wasn’t too late, convince her to come home with him. They could go back to how
things were, to how it was when he actually knew something close to happiness.
Spike hated himself
for coming back here at all. This place—the home of the cruelest monster he’d
ever known—was a curse. And one he’d brought back down upon himself.
He got out of bed
and dressed quickly, desperate to find Drusilla and make it right again. If she
had seen him with Buffy, then he’d have to beg her to forgive him. If she
hadn’t, he still needed to get her back where things could be like normal
again.
However, when he
went downstairs, he didn’t find Drusilla.
He found Buffy.
She was in the
parlor, seated on a sofa beside the picture window. Sunlight streamed in,
dancing off the golden strands of her hair. Spike swallowed,
an image of her face as she’d released around him flashing into his mind. She
was bloody beautiful…like an angel.
He knew the moment
she realized he was there. Her body stiffened before she turned sharply towards
him, startled. When he made no move towards her, she seemed to relax.
“If you’re looking
for your girlfriend, she’s not here,” Buffy told him. “She took off with Liam.
And before you ask, no, I don’t think either of them suspects anything. They’re
too caught up in their own little flirt-fest.”
He could hear the
bitterness in her voice. It matched the taste in his mouth.
“Where did they
go?”
“The hell if I
know,” Buffy replied. “Something about Drusilla wanting to
‘see L.A.’”
Spike snorted. “See
L.A. Please. We bloody live here.”
Buffy looked at him
sharply, and Spike realized very quickly he’d said something he hadn’t planned
on saying. “You’re supposed to be going to college at Berkley,” Buffy said.
“Oh. Yeah. ‘Bout
that.” Spike cleared his throat, then reached up and scratched the back of his
head. “Sorta flunked out.”
“Flunked out!
William, how could you do that? You’re smart! What, did you just not
show up?”
“It wasn’t for me,
all right?” Spike barked back, defensively. “And could you not? You’re actually
sounding a bit like you are my mum, and that’s just wrong on so many levels.”
Buffy winced.
“Sorry. But I didn’t mean that in a, um, mom way. I just, well… Like I
said, you’re smart. I thought you’d do well in school.”
“Academically, I
did,” Spike replied with a shrug. “At least for that short time I was going. I
studied all the time, spent most of the day in the library. It was sort of like
boarding school, right down to having to live with the jocks who wanted to make
my life miserable.”
“Bad roommates?”
Buffy asked, sympathy in her voice. “I had one of those my freshman year, too.”
Her nose crinkled. “I’m still convinced that girl was some sort of demon.”
“So you went and
dropped out, too?” Spike asked. “What are you on my case for then?”
Something flickered
across Buffy’s eyes, and Spike wasn’t sure if it was anger or pain. Or both. “I
didn’t leave school because I wanted to. It’s not like I woke up one morning
and said, ‘hey, school sucks. I’d rather be a stripper.’”
Spike coughed, his
eyes widening. “Stripper?”
Buffy turned
immediately pale, aghast in horror as she realized that wasn’t something she’d
revealed to William in the past—or had had any plans to either. Her head
dropped; she couldn’t look at him as hot, shameful tears stung her eyes. He
probably thought badly enough of her after how she’d acted with him, and now,
adding this into the mix…
“Is that what you
were doing? When you met Liam?” William asked.
“Yeah, I was,”
Buffy admitted softly. “I didn’t want to, but I really needed money.”
William has
suspected from the beginning that money had been a contributing factor in
Buffy’s decision to become the next Mrs. Liam Angelus, but he’d never really
stopped to consider how bad her situation might truly have been. He hesitated
for a moment before he joined her on the couch, though he kept space between
them. “What happened to you, Buffy?”
She wasn’t really
sure why she answered. Maybe it was simply because no one had asked like he was
now. “My mom. She got…she got really sick.” A lump
formed in Buffy’s throat as she thought about it, even after the time that had
passed. “We spent everything we had trying to help her get better and then… And
then she didn’t.”
For a moment, Buffy
was silent, and Spike almost leaned over to touch her before she whispered,
“When she was gone, I had nothing.”
Without any thought
in his mind but a need to ease her pain, William did reach out to her now.
However, Buffy pulled away before his hand made contact with her, and she
cleared her throat, forcing her emotions back down.
“But yeah, you
shouldn’t have just left school,” she said, turning her gaze on him as her
tears dried.
Spike shrugged,
deciding not to try to bring the conversation back around to her. If she didn’t
want to talk, he wasn’t going to force her. “I didn’t want to be there anymore.
I met Dru at a party, and she showed me I could have
a different life. So I followed her back to L.A.”
“You threw away
your future for some tramp?” Buffy asked, her disbelief pushing out the words
before she could even think about them.
Spike’s nostrils
flared, a muscle in his jaw ticking hard. “Don’t you dare bloody talk
about her like that!” he yelled. He hopped off the couch, and the sudden
outburst made Buffy flinch backwards. “You don’t know her!”
Defensive, Buffy
shot back, “Oh, please, Spike! She’s run off with your father as we speak. Not
exactly the pinnacle of virtue.”
“This coming from
the little bitch that seduced her own step-son,” Spike sneered back.
His words stung. Hard. But Buffy wouldn’t let him see that. She held her chin
up and glared.
“She’s only with
him right now to get back at me,” Spike said, and Buffy recognized that he was
speaking more to himself than to her. “She wouldn’t… Even if she knows what I
did, she wouldn’t…”
Buffy scoffed. “Oh,
please. She fucked him last night, Spike.”
Spike turned on her
again, his eyes flaring. “You shut up! All you ever do is fucking lie to me,
put my head in a spin! Drusilla wouldn’t do that to me. She loves me.”
“You’re still just
as naïve as you ever were, William,” Buffy snapped back. “Why do you
think I came downstairs last night? I needed a drink so I could sleep through
the sounds of my husband fucking another woman!”
Spike turned on
her, grabbing her up from the couch by her arms and giving her a shake. “Stop
lying to me!”
Buffy panted, her
face inches from his now. “Fuck you,” she spat. “Believe whatever the hell you
want. I don’t care.” She stayed stiff in his grip, not fighting but not
surrendering either.
Spike knew,
somewhere in the back of his mind, that this was getting to be a bit
ridiculous. Almost every encounter he’d had with this woman since he’d come
back had begun the same way.
And then lead to…
He didn’t want to
do it again. He wanted to walk away from her, walk away from all of this.
He wanted to find Dru, beg her for forgiveness, and
then go back to his life with the woman who loved him.
She wouldn’t
hurt him that much…
But this had become
a train wreck, no chance of coming to a stop until it derailed. He threw her
back on the couch with a growl, then was on top of
her, covering her body with his.
Buffy gasped, her
hands coming up to hold him to her, delicately manicured nails digging into him
through his shirt.
He hated this
woman. Just the thought of her made him angrier than he’d ever been in his
life.
But fuck,
how he wanted her.
He hiked up her
skirt and ripped her panties away, discarding them to the floor. Buffy moaned, thrusting her hips up as he shoved two long fingers inside
of her, finding her hot and wet to his touch. “You are a little slut,” he
growled against her ear as he pushed another finger into her. “Writhing like a little bitch in heat.”
Buffy wanted to
deny it, but how could she when his fingers were buried in her cunt? Instead, she moaned, giving into the feelings he was
evoking in her body. She never just felt good anymore…
Already, he was
drunk on her. Almost as if he was compelled by a force greater than himself, he
moved down, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He feasted from her
hungrily, lapping and sucking at her, the sounds of her screams barely
registering even as they echoed in his ears.
When he finally
stopped, she was shaking, panting, tears in her eyes.
He knelt, undid his
pants, then slid inside of her with one, sure stroke.
Buffy’s legs
trembled even as she raised them to wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. She
kept whispering one word over and over again, and it took a while before it finally
penetrated Spike’s lust addled brain.
“Please…”
He didn’t know what
she was asking for, didn’t know if he could give it to her even if he did.
Instead, he came inside of her with a roar, filling her as she clung to him.
For a moment, they
lay still, entwined. Then, Spike was pushing off of her getting to his feet and
refastening his jeans. He grabbed her ruined panties off the floor as an
afterthought and stuff them into his pocket, not sure
what compelled him to do it, but not stopping all the same.
He didn’t look at
her as he left. He couldn’t. Couldn’t watch her cry.
Buffy sat up and
pulled her shaking legs up, knees at her chin, and let him go.
*** *** ***
It was late before
Liam and Drusilla finally came back to the mansion. Buffy heard Spike and Dru yelling in their room, and she stayed curled up in her
bed, flinching at the harsh sounds. Something broke, Spike cursed loudly enough
for her to make out the words.
Eventually,
however, they left together, Spike’s DeSoto roaring
off into the distance until silence fell over the house again.
Buffy heard Liam’s
heavy footsteps on the stairs and knew her night was far from over.
*** *** ***
I promise I am
going somewhere with this. I know the past few chapters have probably seemed
like a lot of the same to a few of you, but the plot will be moving along
shortly—and there is a plot beyond this.
Please review. It
means a lot to me to hear what you think of each chapter.
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