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Bending of wills	By : shadowslayers01 Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 10346 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The drive to Spike�s place was surprisingly pleasant. Buffy
was reclined in the passenger seat, her eyes closed. Spike had a small, goofy
smile on his face as he drove along. No words were spoken, but it was a
comfortable silence. They were both content with simply enjoying each other�s
presence. It wasn�t until they pulled into the driveway that reality reared its
ugly head.

Buffy suddenly sat up.

�Spike!� she cried out, her voice full of panic.

Spike threw the car into park, expecting the worst. He turned
to her, terrified, and asked what was wrong

�I have nothing to wear!� Buffy wailed, �Not even my own
clothes on my back, only these cheesy green hospital scrubs!�

Some part of her realized that this was a silly thing to be
panicking about, but she really had nothing. She wasn�t even sure that her
family would let her take her clothes.

That�s all? Spike thought with a sigh. Bloody hell!
I thought something was really wrong.

�Pet, don�t worry about little stuff like that. I�ll tell
you what, you don�t even have to worry about asking them for your stuff. In
fact, you don�t have to worry about asking them for anything. When we get in,
you can wear some of my clothes to sleep in; and I will have a friend of mine
go pick up some essentials till you feel like hitting the mall.�

Buffy shuddered as she thought of what kinds of things any
of his friends would pick up for her. She started to say that it was fine; she
could pick up her own stuff, when Spike interrupted her.

�Buffy, I can read that look in your eyes,� Spike chuckled, �don�t
worry I am not going to have Faith or Dru pick out your clothes. I�m going to
call Willow. She knows your size, and she already has my credit card, so no
worries there. And, yes, before you say another word, I am paying for
everything.�

Spike knew that this was going to be one of the stickiest
parts. Buffy was a proud girl and would object to mooching off of him, but this
was an issue on which he wouldn�t sway.

Sure enough, Buffy had already started protesting that she
couldn�t possible take advantage of him like that. However, Spike knew that he
could outlast her objections so he quickly cut to the chase.

�Pet, you know that I can afford it. I have had three
bestsellers in the past three years. I have plenty of dough, my sweet,� Spike
smiled. �I tell you what, keep it under three thousand, and I will be happy.�

�Three thousand!� Buffy shrieked.

Spike had expected this. He had played this game with Willow a few times and with some of his flings as well.

�Okay, okay, four thousand, cause I know how much you birds
like your fancy clothes.�

Buffy couldn�t believe what she was hearing. She just stared
at him, her brain unable to form a complete sentence. She finally found her
voice.

�Spike, I can�t possibly spend that much money!� she
shrieked in a dry voice then tried to calm herself down, �Although� I really do
need some things.�

Buffy paused, unconsciously chewing on her bottom lip. She
couldn�t spend the rest of her life in Spike�s clothes. Sure, it would be great
to always smell him on her, but there was way too much black in his wardrobe.�

She conceded, �How about two thousand dollars? I still think
that�s it�s an insane amount of money, but it should cover everything I am
going to need. And I promise to pay you back every cent as soon as I can.�

�I�m not going to accept your money!� Spike scoffed.

�Then I�m not going to accept yours,� Buffy responded
resolutely.

Spike scowled.� He stared at the stubborn girl.� Spike was disappointed since he really wanted to
spoil her rotten; and the urge to indulge her was even stronger since she
didn�t really want him too.� He sighed � something he was doing too frequently
these days. He thought for only a moment more before turning Buffy.

�Fine, but the money Willow spends on you tonight doesn�t
count towards the two,� Spike felt slightly guilty lying. He would never take
her money, but she needn�t know that right now, �Deal?�

She pondered what he had offered. She knew what he was doing,
but she would pay him back.� As for Willow buying her clothes, hey, how much
could she spend in a few hours? If it was �Queen C,� then she would have been
worried. But Willow� Buffy would be surprised if she even spent a few hundred.�

�You�ve got yourself a deal. Now how about you show me my
new digs?� Buffy was trying her best to keep the cheery smile on her face, but
all she really wanted was a shower and a soft bed to sleep in.

Seeing the tired look flash past her eyes, Spike realized
that Buffy was still just hanging on by a thread. He jumped out of the car and
ran around to open hers. �This way, my lady,� Spike said as he gently held her
hand and led her up to his door.

Buffy went into shock as she finally noticed Spike�s house.
It was nothing like what she would ever have imagined Spike owning or living
in. Just how much money did he get from his bestsellers? She thought, And
why didn�t Willow ever tell me? This isn�t a house; it�s a freaking mansion! A
mansion!

�Umm, so� I guess you really do have room for little old me?�
Buffy said lamely. She gave a little cough and tried not to faint right on the
spot.

�Yeah, it is pretty big,� Spike responded, oblivious to her
reaction, �Of course, Peaches lives here too, but the place is so huge that you
barely notice.�

By this time, they had already walked into the mansion; and
Spike started walking up the stairs.

�Come on, Pet, I�ll show you to your new digs. You�ll like
it. It was just remodeled; and it�s right next to my room so if you need anything,
I will be right there, okay?

Buffy tried to reply, but she couldn�t form a complete
sentence. The room she was looking into was beyond decadent; it was sinful. The
bed was a masterpiece: mahogany with four towering posts with intricate
carvings that she couldn�t quite decipher from the doorway. Red and black sheets,
which she swore were made of silk, and dozens of pillows accented its beauty
and invited her to try out the bed.

Rather then overloading the room with more wood, the floor
warmed the room with its thick carpet that cried out for her to take off her
shoes and see just how soft it was. She slid her feet out of her hospital
slippers and took a step forward so that she could feel the soft wool between
her toes.

As if in a trance, she walked further into the room and up
to the bed. Within moments, she found herself running a hand on the sheets. It
was just as she thought: silk. She closed her eyes and sighed contently.

Her peace was interrupted when she opened her eyes again and
finally noticed two very important details. The first was the mirrors. Every
wall was adorned with spotless glass reflecting back at her. They reflected the
chandelier�s light beautifully, but it was a bit disconcerting to see one�s reflection
wherever you looked although she didn�t so much mind seeing Spike�s reflection
wherever she looked. Hanging discreetly on one of the four posts on the bed was
the second thing she noticed: a pair of fur lined cuffs. Blushing, she suddenly
realized that standing next to her was a very sensual man.

Buffy was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she jumped when
she felt two arms unexpectedly wrap around her shoulders. Suddenly, her mind
shut down. It all came back to her in a rush. She was back in the woods,
trapped. She was alone with him again, with Angel� no, not Angel� a demon. He
was going to hurt her. There was nothing she could do. Oh God! What if I am?
What if this is all just a dream, and I am still there? Her lungs were
burning by now. She couldn�t breathe. It was going to happen all over
again. Without another thought, she started screaming.

Spike had smiled when Buffy walked into his room, admiring
everything. It felt good to see her relax. He didn't have the heart to tell her that she had entered the wrong room. Instinctively, Spike walked up and
placed his hands on Buffy�s shoulder. Within a few seconds, he realized his
mistake when he felt her tense up and then proceed to yell. Stepping back, he walked
around so she could see him.

�Buffy! Pet, I am so sorry. It�s just me. I�m sorry. Please,
I wasn�t thinking. It�s all right. You�re safe. No one is going to hurt you
again; I promise.�

Spike felt a rage boil down in the pit of his stomach. The
asshole was going to pay for causing her this much pain. If it was the last
thing he did, he was going to find out who it was, and he would make sure that
the guy never forgot his lesson.

After a few minutes of coaxing, Buffy calmed down enough for
Spike to approach her again. He lifted her up into his arms. Her slender arms
wrapped around his neck as she buried her face into his chest. Carefully, he carried her next door to her own room. He balanced
her as he pulled back the sheets on the bed and gently placed her beneath the
silk covers. When she didn�t let go, he climbed in with her.

They lay quietly together. He held her close against his
body, stroking her hair soothingly. Everything else could wait. Right now, the
most important thing was holding his angel and trying to protect her as best he
could.

�I won�t let you down again,� Spike whispered, �I swear it.�

Spike wasn�t sure how long they lay together, but he knew it
wasn�t long enough before he heard Buffy�s soft, even breathing. For a moment,
he pondered staying there until morning, but there was too much still to do.

After ensuring that Buffy really was asleep, he carefully unwrapped
her arms from around his neck and slipped out of the bed. He watched her stir
as she adjusted on the bed. For a moment, he feared she would wake up. When
nothing more happened, he pulled the sheets up higher on her and laid a soft
kiss on her forehead before quietly exiting the room.

He went back into his room and closed the door so that he
wouldn�t wake Buffy. He hoped Red was still awake. Picking up his phone, he
quickly dialed Red�s number. After only two rings, she picked up.

"Hello" came a sleepy reply.

"Red, I hope I didn't wake you up." Spike knew
that he had, but tried to be polite. "I need you to do me a favor. You
still have my credit card, right?�

Spike took the sleepy, mumbling gibberish to be a �yes.�

�Well, use it to buy Buffy whatever you think she is going to
need for the next two weeks. Oh, and make sure you include a laptop so she can
keep in touch with the real world." Spike knew that the computer was going
to be another battle with Buffy so he needed Willow to buy it. That way, Buffy
could not reject it since it was part of her agreement. Anything Willow bought, she had agreed to keep.

That woke Willow up, or at least she thought it did. She was
in shock. Surely, she must be dreaming. Yes, that's it. She was dreaming. She
reached down to pinch herself and yelped in surprise. Nope not dreaming.
This was real.

"Spike, what�s going on? Why am I using your credit
card to buy Buffy clothes and a computer?" Willow was too tired and
puzzled to even try to figure things out on her own.

"Well, since Buffy was kicked out, she needed someplace
to go. And since me and Peaches have this huge place all to ourselves, I
thought this would be the best solution. Long story short, she�s living here
now."

"What?" Willow shrieked, �You moved Buffy into
your place� with Angel! Does Buffy know?"

"Look, it was either this or the streets. What do you
think was the best option?" Spike knew this was not an ideal situation,
but it was the best that he could do.

Willow felt bad. She knew that her brother was only doing
what he thought was best.

"Actually, Spike,� Willow began nervously, �this might
work out. I just had a talk with mom. I told her that I could not agree to her
decisions so� I am moving out. Maybe I could move into the mansion?"

Willow hoped that Spike would go for this. She really had no
idea what she would do if he said no.

Spike pondered what she had just said. His first thought was
that it was a horrible idea. Who wanted to live with their sister and lover�
almost lover� er, person they were in love with? But he had to admit that it
was probably a good plan. It would give Buffy her friend back and also lend a
bit of respectability to the arrangement. Truthfully, he wasn�t sure he could
control himself if he was living in the same house as Buffy. Red would make
sure he didn�t do anything stupid.

"Yes, Red, I think that would be a great idea. I�ll
come over tomorrow and help you move."

Suddenly, he heard a scream. He dashed out of his room and
rushed straight into Buffy's to see what was wrong. Buffy thrashed about on the
bed. The covers were thrown on the floor.

"Red, I got to go. Buffy is having a nightmare. That's
what the screaming was. See you tomorrow afternoon."

Without even waiting for a reply, he hung up and went
directly to Buffy's side.

"Buffy, sweetie, it�s okay. You�re safe."

Buffy�s eyes opened wide and glazed, her pupils dilated. Her
thrashes became less erratic as she directed her swinging limbs at Spike as she
tried to fight him off. After a few moments, she her eyes cleared and she
realized who it was. She flung her arms around Spike.

"It felt so real, like I was still there. Does it ever
get better?" she questioned.

�I don�t know, Pet,� Spike said sadly as he pressed her
closer, �But I�ll be with you for as long as you need.�
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