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Buffy ached
everywhere. The days of sex marathons with a supernatural being she’d been
engaging in had suddenly caught up with her in a big way. And after that rough
sex he’d woken her up with last night… She trembled at the thought, though she
wasn’t sure she could take any more for the time being.
Maybe she should
just actually go to work. That would give her some time to work out the kinks
and then she could come back later and hopefully be up for more…
Spike was still
asleep beside her, and Buffy slipped quietly out of the bed, hoping she could
at least start getting ready without him.
Only to cry out
in pain and crumple down to the floor.
Immediately,
Spike was awake, searching the room for her. “Buffy?!”
“I’m down here,”
Buffy said. She sighed. “My legs hurt. I… God, I think I actually can’t walk.”
Spike jumped out
of the bed and ran to her, kneeling down to inspect her leg. “Do you need a
doctor? Should I…”
Buffy held up her
hand. She could just picture trying to tell a doctor she’d strained her legs
from having too much sex… “No doctor. It’s not that bad. I mean, I think I
could physically walk if I had to, the muscles are just really, really
sore.”
Guilt flickered
in Spike’s eyes. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be sorry.”
Buffy laughed despite the ache in her legs. “You fucked me so good I can’t
walk, Spike. Soo not something to get all angsty over.”
“But I hurt you.
I keep doing that. I know I was too rough last night. I…”
Buffy held her
finger up and touched it to his mouth. “Be quiet with all of that. Last night
was amazing. I’ve already said I like you being rough, and I mean it. I came so
hard last night…fuck.” She shook her head, trying to keep herself
focused on the present and not turn into a puddle of goo from thinking about
what he’d done to her the night before.
“I shouldn’t be…”
“Spike, I swear,
if you turn into some gentle, Harlequin style lover, I am so leaving,” Buffy
grumbled. “Would you just help me to the bed and get me my cell phone from my
purse, please? I need to call in sick.”
“Yeah, sure,”
Spike said, biting back anything else about her physical state. He picked her
up and set her on the bed, fluffing up the pillows behind her and tucking the
blankets around her. “Better?”
“Yes, much,”
Buffy said with her bright smile that always made him feel as if his heart was
beating again. “Cell phone?”
“Right. I’ll be
right back, lamb.” Spike kissed Buffy’s forehead, then walked over to the small
table where she’d left her purse and looked for her cell phone. He found it
quickly and brought it over to her.
“Thanks, honey,”
Buffy said, still smiling at him. She didn’t want him to feel bad, nor did she
want him to think he had to hold back or risk messing things up between them.
She’d quickly gotten addicted to the intensity of their sexual relationship and
couldn’t imagine things being any other way between them. She knew for Spike to
be any gentler with her would mean he’d have to hold back, and that was the
last thing she wanted.
“I am okay,” she
assured him. “Really. So I’m a little sore. Totally worth it for how
good you made me feel, Spike.”
“I like making
you feel good, baby. I want to keep doing that. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I know.” Buffy
put her hand against his face and smiled at the way he nuzzled into her palm.
“This is a little more sore than I wanted to be, but hey…I like it when you
hurt me, Spike. I like it a lot.” She brought her hand down and smirked
at him. “I want to rest up so you can hurt me again.”
“You really are
okay with this, aren’t you, baby? With…with all of it…”
“I am. I don’t
care what you are. And the things you do to me… I like them, Spike. I like it
when you’re rough. I…I like it when you’re all growly and your eyes are yellow.
I know you’re never going to hurt me too much.”
“How can you know
that?” Spike asked, looking into her eyes. “How can you know that when even I’m
not so sure?”
Buffy smiled at
him again. “Because you love me.”
“That I do,
sweetheart.”
“Then there’s
nothing to worry about at all. Now let me call work, and then I suppose
I could let you pamper me for a while. You know, if it would make you feel
better.”
Spike grinned at
her. “It would make me feel much better, luv.”
Buffy’s insides
trembled at the thought of Spike pampering her. Just another reason why she so
couldn’t bring herself to be upset over her legs being sore. She turned on her
cell phone and hoped this call could be quick.
*** *** ***
Aside from the
act that had gotten her in this situation in the first place, Buffy didn’t
think she’d ever felt anything so good in her life. Spike had helped her into
his big, Jacuzzi tub and was now soaking with her, his strong hands massaging
her sore muscles as the water bubbled around them. He’d lit several candles as
well, perfuming the room with a soft, calming fragrance.
Spike definitely
knew how to pamper.
“Is this helping,
sweetheart?” he asked as he pulled her back up against his chest and kneaded
the tight knot in her shoulder.
“Mmm…” Buffy
replied, too relaxed to be overly coherent. “’S very nice.” She smiled, her
eyes shut as she just let herself feel. “You’re a good boyfriend.”
His chuckle
rumbled through her body, giving her shivers despite the warmth of the water.
“I’m not being completely selfless, luv. I want you fixed up so I can go back
to shagging you.”
Buffy giggled.
“Again proving that you are, in fact, the horniest man ever.”
“I won’t deny
that.”
“Well, selfish
motives or not, this is good,” Buffy said. “Makes me wish I could stay like
this forever.”
“Stay with me
forever?” Spike asked, his hand ghosting over her thigh beneath the water.
“As good as you
make me feel…yeah,” Buffy said, feeling languid and barely awake from the soak
and Spike’s touch.
Spike swallowed,
his eyes centering in on her pulsing jugular. It would be so easy to make just
that happen. All he’d have to do was drink and let her drink from him in
return. He could keep her then, make her his for all eternity, the way he’d
been Drusilla’s. She wouldn’t have to worry about Riley, or her job, or human
muscles that couldn’t take the strain of days of lovemaking…
His demon roared
to be let to the surface, his eyes flickering gold. He could make her his
before she even knew what was happening...
And kill her in
the process.
It was the last
thought that snapped Spike out from the moment. He shook his head, forcing his
demon to stay back. He couldn’t allow himself to truly be that selfish, to take
Buffy’s life from her just because he wanted it all. She’d shown a definite
reluctance towards the idea when she’d first found out the truth, and despite
what she’d just said, he really doubted she’d changed her mind. A half-awake,
romantic uttering was not a request to be turned – something Spike knew many
other vampires had learned the hard way and not a mistake he was going to make
with Buffy.
Still, now the
idea was too prominent in his mind, along with thoughts of how beautiful her
demon face would be and how good it would feel to have her fangs in his flesh,
to allow her to drink from him, too, when they made love.
He got up from
the tub suddenly, making Buffy’s eyes dart open as she looked at him in
surprise. “Where are you going?”
“You’ve got to be
getting hungry, luv, and I don’t have any food in the house. I should call
someplace for delivery. Is it too early for pizza? What do humans eat at this
hour anyway? I could get sandwiches… There’s a good sandwich place around here
that delivers.”
“Spike, is
everything okay?” Buffy asked.
“Yeah,
everything’s fine. You just need to eat. It’ll get your strength back up.” He
rushed out of the bathroom, leaving Buffy alone in the water.
She leaned back
on the tub, a frown on her face. Something was definitely up with Spike more
than him thinking she needed lunch, and she started going over in her mind what
it could possibly be.
The weirdness
had started right after she’d started talking about “forever.”
For Spike, being
together forever wasn’t just a figure of speech or a romantic notion, something
she hadn’t been thinking about when she said it. If they really wanted to be
together forever, they could be – only from the way Spike darted out of there,
she felt like maybe he didn’t.
Did he only love
her because he knew it was, relative to his lifespan at least, a fleeting
thing? Did he love her enough to be willing to spend her human life with her,
but balked at the idea of anymore of a commitment than that? That hadn’t seemed
like the case before, but maybe now…
Was he upset
because he’d seen how weak she could be today? Was he starting to see a
downside to loving her? Was he afraid this would happen often and he wouldn’t
be having sex with her as regularly as he wanted? He’d had an erection the
whole time they’d been in the tub. Was he upset with her because he wanted sex
now and she wasn’t giving it?
And what if this
did keep happening to her? She told him she didn’t want him to stop the rough
sex and she’d meant it, but what if she couldn’t physically keep up with it and
he had to stop on account of her weakness? While there was a definite emotional
component to what they had, so much of their relationship had been based on
their physical connection. If they had to change that, would his feelings for
her change as well?
Buffy felt a tear
slip down her cheek as her fears that she wouldn’t be enough for him grew.
Would he grow tired of her and seek a stronger, more durable lover?
Would he go back
to wanting a vampire? And if he did, would he want that vampire to be her, or
someone else? And would she even want to be a vampire in order to allow
their relationship to continue?
She tried to get
out of the tub, only to give up when he legs hurt too much for her to be able
to pull herself up. Her tears turned into ones of frustration, and she hated
feeling so helpless and weak. She wanted to be strong enough to Spike. She
wanted to be his equal.
Spike walked back
into the bathroom and immediately saw the tears on her cheeks. “Luv, are you
okay?” he asked as he rushed to the side of the tub.
“I can’t get
out,” she said, loathing the pathetic sound of her own voice.
“Oh, baby, I’m so
sorry,” Spike said as leaned in to help her out, not caring as water splashed
onto the jeans he’d just put on. He wrapped her up in a large, thick towel and
held her against his chest. “I wasn’t going to leave you in there, kitten. I
promise.”
“I know, it’s
just that I’m all weak, and I can’t…” Buffy tried to force herself to stop
sniffling. “I’m sorry I’m so pathetic, Spike.”
“Pathetic? How
are you pathetic?”
“I hurt myself
having sex,” she said, her voice small.
“Happens to the
best of us, baby,” Spike said before kissing the crown of her head.
“Yeah, but if you
were with another vampire, you’d probably be able to have sex right now, and
I’m just keeping you from getting laid.”
“Is this about
what I said in the tub? Because I was joking, kitten. Really. I’m perfectly
content just holding you. There doesn’t always have to be sex.”
“It’s not that.
It’s just…” Buffy sniffed. “You ran out of here so fast, and I thought I must
be upsetting you or something.”
“Oh, sweetheart,
no,” Spike assured her, tightening his arms around her. “Not at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Are
you done with the bath now?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s get you
all settled in the bed then. The food should be here soon, and hopefully, that
will make you feel better, too.”
Buffy nodded
against his chest and let him carry her into the bedroom.
*** *** ***
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