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Out of My Head	By : agalaxyinblueeyes Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2790 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-out of my head
- 2-part i
- 3-part ii
- 4-part iii
- 5-part iv
- 6-part v
- 7-part vi
- 8-part vii
- 9-part viii
- 10-part ix
- 11-part x
- 12-part xi
- 13-part xii
- 14-part xiii
- 15-epilogue
- 1
- 2
- 3
Out
of My Head

...part I...

Harmony watched quietly (for once),
gripping her crossbow. It was a little weird watching that queer, funny
smelling little doctor stitching up Spike�s head while he was awake. She
began to fidget. <Hurry UP, I�m hungry!> she whined
mentally. Spike had threatened all kinds of bodily harm to her if she didn�t
be quiet for the remainder of the surgery. Spike, meanwhile, was glowing � a
fairly incredible feat for someone who�d been dead for over 120 years.

"Listen to me. My stomach�s
growlin�, I�m so starved." The doctor�s eyes widened as he applied
the bandage to the back of Spike�s head. "I�m afraid I�m gonna have
to have me a little snack." Without trying to decipher who the vampire
was thinking of for the snack, Overheiser knew, and he gulped audibly. Spike
smirked to himself � just the reaction he wanted. Fear. He turned his head
and peered at him over his shoulder, cold, sparkling blue eyes glinting
dangerously with hints of gold.

"Oh, don�t worry," he
began in his (extremely bad) attempt at being reassuring. "I won�t fill
up on bread. I�ll still have plenty of room for the main course." As
soon as the words were out of his mouth, said course kicked open the door and
stood there, a cold look on her face. Spike�s eyes narrowed. Captain
Cocksucker was right behind her. <Never mind him,> the
demon ordered. He�d let Harm drain the stupid prick later. Right now, that
luscious, nummy little Slayer was waiting for him... and he couldn�t WAIT to
sink his teeth into that silky smooth, elegant, creamy neck...

"Slayer!" he growled, eyeing
her neck lustfully as he jumped off the operating table. Harmony ran to his
side, readying the crossbow. Buffy and Riley positioned themselves, facing off
against the two vamps. Overheiser�s eyes widened in fear, and he tried to
make his way around the four, scrambling for the exit. He heard, rather than
saw, Spike�s bones shift as his game face appeared, and shuddered when the
Master vampire let out a growl.

"Suit up, Harm," the bleach
blonde ordered, his voice muffled slightly as he spoke around his fangs.
Harmony promptly responded, her own features falling away into her demonic
visage. Buffy watched for a moment, her gaze falling first on the younger
vampire, then Spike, before spinning around and grabbing Overheiser before he
could make it up the steps.

"Stay here," she muttered,
shoving him to the ground. "We�re gonna need you." Spike focused
on the bane of his existence, for once trying to keep the smug, saucy
grin from appearing on his face. He bounced gently on his heels, trying to
contain his excitement.

<Finally.>

"Buffy. I swear, I was
just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news. My head�s all
clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin." Buffy favored the
bloodsucker with a tight glare.

"That means I get to kill
you," she ground out. Spike smirked. Now THERE was the little bitch he
loved to hate.

"You get to try," he replied
haughtily. He was the Big Bad again. Not even the Slayer could touch him
anymore. <Of course,> he thought, eyes trailing over
Buffy�s golden, agile body, <the chip couldn�t have stopped me
from touching HER...>

Everything was quiet for a while, each
team sizing the other up, but neither side daring to make the first move until
Harmony, as per usual, broke the silence. A loud SPROIING! sounded,
followed by a dull <thwack!> Buffy�s head shot around, her eyes
widening as she saw where the bolt had landed � right in Riley�s right
thigh. Riley didn�t even seem to notice. Harmony glanced down at the
crossbow, then back up at Riley meekly (which was actually quite an amusing
sight to see in her game face). Spike sighed. <And I expected
anything more of her?>

"Oops," Harm squeaked,
having at least the grace to look sheepish � as best she could, anyway.
Spike grinned internally when he saw the rage that flashed across his little
Slayer�s face. <FUCK, yes!>

The burlap sack lumbered toward
Harmony as Spike watched, and yanked the crossbow away from her. Unfortunately
for him, as he was distracted by that, he failed to notice Buffy following her
boyfriend. He turned his head back just in time for Buffy�s fist to meet his
face.

Riley threw Harmony down on the table,
then picked her up again and threw her into the wall. Several pieces of
equipment suffered from the impact, clattering, rattling, and dropping to the
ground.

Spike, meanwhile, had become Buffy�s
living (well, unliving) punching bag. Her fists met his face in rapid
succession, each time pushing him closer and closer to the table. He grunted
and stumbled back against it. His eyes gleamed in absolute, unadulterated
bliss. There was NOTHING he liked better than fighting Buffy. Out of the
corner of his eye, he saw Army Boy punch Harm, then toss her across the room
before leaning back against the counter, gasping. Spike raised an eyebrow. <Hmmm...>
Harm recovered quickly and shoved a wheeled chair in his path. Spike
snorted and tried to hold in a laugh when the meat head tripped and went down.
Harmony launched herself at him, kicking him in the face.

Spike returned his focus to the
Slayer, jumping onto the table and grinning down at her. He paused for a
second, when he realized his new position gave him quite a view down Buffy�s
blouse. Shaking himself out of the one little world that vampires were NOT
supposed to tread path on, he snarled softly. He could hear and see Riley and
Harmony still going at it, but they were on the other side of the room. And,
as he let his eyes rove over Buffy�s petite little body again, he knew that
he had been waiting too damn long for this moment.

"At long last," he growled,
leaping at Buffy and carrying her down with him to the ground. He straddled
her and pinned her hands above her head. His knees and thighs squeezed a vice
grip around her legs, effectively spoiling any of her attempts to kick of
punch him off. He took a long while and stared at her, hungry and
power-driven. Slayer�s blood was the strongest on the face of the earth, and
as he listened to it rushing, surging through her veins as she bucked and
struggled underneath him, he found himself wanting it more than anything.

But as he looked more closely upon the
young beauty, he found himself wanting something besides her blood, too. Her.

Buffy�s head jerked to the side,
glaring at her captor furiously, and Spike�s figurative breath caught in his
throat. Fuck.

Now THAT was a picture. A sweaty,
flushed, angry, writhing, DELICIOUS looking Slayer, bucking and twisting right
under him. It didn�t help that her hips kept rubbing against his.

She finally stopped fidgeting and
glared up at him with enough hostility in her eyes that not even Donald Trump
would have dared to cross her. Trying to get loose had proven to be a
difficult task. Now that Spike was chipless, the metal immobilizer wasn�t
gonna come in and... well, immobilize him. The vamp could put as much pressure
as he wanted on her, and nothing would happen. He had an iron grip on her, and
he wasn�t planning on letting go anytime soon. Her chest was heaving, her
pulse was racing, her breathing was completely haywire, and a fine sheen of
sweat had settled comfortably over her cleavage. He lifted his gaze then and
licked his lips, and Buffy was momentarily stunned by what she saw there �
lust. Her stomach refused to do the �roll over and churn� reflex and it
horrified her. What the hell was going on?!

He watched, captivated, as her pulse
began to quicken. The sound of her heartbeat was drawing itself out and
pounding in his ears, driving him absolutely crazy with desire. The vein in
her neck was throbbing uncontrollably and Spike�s own body was starting to
respond in kind. He was enraptured. The scent of her sudden fear that he�d
detected wafting up from her fragrant body was amazing. But those weren�t
the only things about her that had captured his attention. The main thing, was
Buffy herself.

She noticed his distraction and,
fueled by the fear of her lack of nausea at her body�s reaction to his, she
bucked like a bronco underneath him, trying to throw him off. She froze
completely still when, instead of cursing and smacking her, Spike let out a
low groan of pleasure. He ducked his head and inhaled the wonderful scent her
body was emitting, nudging his face gently into the crook of her neck. She
tensed immediately, then frantically began trying to kick him off. Spike let
out a soft growl, and Buffy stilled at the sound of it, the commanding tone of
it stunning her into obeying him. His hips bucked against hers once. One hand
trailed down her body, while the other continued to tightly clasp her wrists
above her head. The free hand slid down the center of her chest before moving
to the right and gently cupping her breast. Buffy�s eyes bugged out and her
body unconsciously arched at Spike�s touch. Spike purred softly, nuzzling
his nose against her cheek.

"Slayer," he rasped, before
tilting his head down. His moist, cool tongue slid out and made a path from
the sensitive spot behind her ear, all the way down to her throat, licking
along the vein erotically. Buffy attempted to call out to Riley, but his name
never made it past her lips. Instead, she felt her nipples harden and a soft
whimper escape her throat, her eyes wide in surprise. Whoa. This was new.

Spike�s hand moved away from the
Slayer�s firm, pert breast and slid down between her legs, spreading them.
He situated himself between them, his erection becoming harder as soon as he
felt the heat from her center through her jeans. He felt her shudder and heard
her emit another whimper at the feel of his cock against her, and he smiled to
himself.

Spike had never followed the rules
before. He wasn�t gonna start now. The Slayer was in his arms, willing and
vulnerable.

She was making him hard.

He was making her wet.

All in all, he felt pretty damn good
right now.

He bent down and licked her neck
again, dragging the tip of his tongue slowly across her pulse point. His hips
began moving of their own accord, and slowly began to thrust against her.
Buffy moaned softly and stared up at him with glazed eyes.

"Spike?" she whispered
weakly, her voice bordering on disbelief and fascination. He replied with
another soft purr, and another thrust against her pussy, and Buffy rolled her
head to the side, dazed by his ministrations.

And that�s when he saw them � two
faint, jagged, vicious looking puncture scars on her neck. He sniffed at them
for a moment, before recognizing the scent around them.

Angel.

He growled in anger.

It figured. Bastard always had
to have them first.

Something overcame him at the thought
of his Slayer and his Sire, and he grasped the girl firmly. He attacked
her neck, biting down viciously. Holding on firmly to her hips and pressing
himself tightly against her, he clamped onto her wound like a leech, sucking
hungrily. Buffy let out a squeak when she felt him pierce her skin, and that should
have been a clue for her to pull away and beat the tar out of him. But the
anger in his attack had disappeared.

Now he was holding her to him,
suckling her blood slowly and sensually, and it all had nothing short of a
possessive manner. The pain soon dissipated and her body became flooded with
excitement. The things he was doing to her... they could never be matched by
anyone else. She tentatively thrust up under him, still mostly in control of
her mind, then gave him another, more confident thrust. She writhed against
him like a bitch in heat, straining to feel more of that enormous bulge in his
pants pressed against her.

Spike�s nostrils flared as he
smelled her arousal, and his eyes widened in awe; she was enjoying this. And
she was responding to him. Holy fuck. He had a heap of difficulty trying to
contain the roar of pleasure that made an escape attempt when the girl began
grinding against him, and... oh, fuck, he was so hard he was gonna burst if he
didn�t get inside of her. And her blood... oh, her blood was amazing. He�d
never tasted any like THIS before. At his first taste, he�d sensed her
darkness, her light, her own strengths and weaknesses, and her very essence
combined in it. Rich, thick, delicious, aromatic, heavenly, extremely
potent Slayer�s blood...

Buffy's
blood.

"Mine," he growled softly
between swallows, intent on drinking as much of the nectar as he could without
killing her. He couldn�t kill her now. Not after how his body had responded
to hers, and vice versa. No way was he gonna let this girl die.

This was so different from Angel.
Angel had practically torn her up. His demon had surfaced and clouded his
judgment, wanting for him to do nothing more than drain her of life. Spike...
Spike was making this all erotic. God help her, but she was gonna die if he
wasn�t inside her soon. But... her vision was starting to waver. And she
was... really starting to feel sort of... faint...

BAM!

Spike let out a howl of pain and
pulled off of Buffy, who let out a soft, weak moan before her head rolled to
the side and she passed out. His eyes widened when he saw her, then spun
around, snarling, to see who�d attacked him. His mouth dripping with
crimson, he shot up as he came face to face with the angry glare of one
Special Agent Riley Finn. Holding a steel chair.

<Dumbass.>

Spike shot him a bloody, fangy grin,
and contentedly began licking the blood off of his lips, looking for all the
world the cat who�d just ate the canary. Wiping his hand across his mouth,
he stopped when he caught sight of the fainted Slayer, two tiny little streams
of blood trickling out of her wounds, her head tilted to the side. Spike
tilted his head, studying her, and felt his body respond accordingly to her
position. Spread legs, flushed face, sweaty, mouth open...

<Oh, DAMN, she looks...
>

BAM!

Riley had hit him again.

"Get away from her, Spike,"
the boy growled in what Spike assumed was a threatening manner. "Stay the
FUCK away from her!" Spike�s tongue casually slid out and licked the
last trickle of crimson out of the corner of his lips hungrily, before he
hauled off and slammed his fist into the frat boy�s face, knocking him down.
He growled in pleasure, tossing his head back and laughing. <No
fucking pain; oh hell yeah.>

"I don�t have anything holdin�
me back now, boy. I�d suggest you fuck off, before you really regret
tryin� to be the Slayer�s hero. She don�t need one. She�ll be just
fine," he chuckled. Riley struggled to get up, glaring hatefully at the
unconventional master vampire. He attempted to lunge at him, but his heart
suddenly pulsed, and he let out a loud gasp, grabbing at his chest and giving
a loud groan of pain.

"Spikey, come on! Hurry up!"
Harmony yelled. She had a clean cut going straight down her arm, and was
waiting at the door, clutching slightly at the wound, eyes wide. Spike grunted
and smirked, walking calmly over to the doctor, who�d remained on the ground
during Spike�s entire interaction with the Slayer, wide-eyed and shocked at
the display. Spike�s face reverted back to human form, and he stared at
Overheiser with his amazingly human blue eyes. He motioned to the two humans.

"Help �em," he ordered.
Overheiser nodded quickly and scrambled over to them, knowing better than to
piss off William the Bloody. Spike smirked and swaggered up the steps. He
wasn�t gonna kill the Slayer. Not now. Maybe not ever, but most definitely
not now. And having Soldier Boy around would just make it even more fun.
Stealing his girl, right in front of him; seducing her away and making him
watch every second of it... Spike grinned.

He looked back, staring at Buffy
lustfully, hungrily.

As it was... the minute he got home...

He was gonna pound Harmony into the
ground.

Spike�s head lolled slightly to the
side. He snorted softly in his sleep. A loud BANG erupted from
entrance to the crypt, and he shot straight up, his eyes snapping open. He
tested the air until he recognized the scent of his visitor, then sighed and
stood up when Buffy stormed in. He shot her a slight smirk.

"Should�ve known it�s you.
Been nearly six hours." Buffy glared at him.

"Well, it would�ve been less if
I wasn�t busy cleaning up your mess." Spike shrugged and hooked his
thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans, rocking back on the heels of his
feet.

"-MY- mess? I just �borrowed-
the doc, an� he�s lucky I didn�t eat him. The mess is yours, Slayer.
Yours and the boy�s." It really figured. The Slayer, just barging into
his home, trying to put everything on him, as usual. She just didn�t know
when to quit. He eyed her quietly, noticing his mark on her otherwise flawless
skin. A shock of excitement surged through his body and a slow grin spread
across his face.

"So, how�d you like that little
experience earlier, luv? Did you enjoy it as much as I thought you did?"
The look on Buffy�s face went from angry to mortified, then back to anger
within a second. "I mean, I�m a vampire. I could �smell- it, even if
you deny it, baby. Is that what this little visit is for, then? You�ve come
to get more from the Big Bad?" He grinned wickedly. "Or did you just
wanna see how big an� bad I really am?" Buffy�s face flushed and she
shrank away for a second, then came back with more confidence.

"I�m done," she muttered,
shaking her head. She took a stake from her back pocket and advanced on him.
Spike raised an eyebrow in surprise. Whoa. He sure hadn�t expected THAT
(note the sarcasm.) Especially not after how she�d responded to him earlier.
An image of a very nude Slayer suddenly flashed before his eyes and he tried
to keep a groan from escaping. Her moans and whimpers from earlier infiltrated
his brain and he mentally slapped himself to pay attention to what was
happening now. Buffy didn�t even notice his inner conflict. Her gaze never
wavered.

"Spike, you�re a killer. And I
shoulda done this years ago." Spike stared at her and sighed. She
wasn�t gonna even play around with him. She just wanted to kill him. The
thought irritated him more than usual, and suddenly he was sick of the Slayer.
All previous images of her, bucking underneath him and crying out in the
throes of passion from an orgasm �he�d- brought upon her vanished and he
was disgusted. What the hell was wrong with him? Lusting after the Slayer?
Was he �looking- for a death wish?

Fine. If she wanted to kill him, fine.
He wasn�t gonna fight it. At least, if he was dead for good, she wouldn�t
drive him so crazy anymore. He�d be free of her.

He gazed at her and finally shrugged,
looking her in the eye.

"You know what? Do it. Bloody.
Just. Do it." Buffy looked bewildered.

"What?" Spike was giving in?
That was... impossible. He was just going to sit back and let her kill him,
without a fight? And he COULD fight her now. But why wouldn�t he? Spike
stared at her meaningfully.

"End... my... torment. Seeing
you, everyday, everywhere I go, every time I turn around." Spike paused
slightly, realizing just how true his words were. Everywhere he went, the
Slayer haunted him, her cheeky little smile penetrating his mind. He�d once
even hallucinated, and thought he�d seen her, standing at the side of his
sarcophagus one morning, her hand resting on his chest, with no stake. He
continued. "Take me... out of a world... that has you in it!" He
grasped his shirt and jerked it off, baring a pale but strong, smooth,
compactly muscled torso. He tossed the shirt behind him and presented himself
to her. He knew he was being overly dramatic, but he didn�t care. Just as
long as it ended in his death. "Just kill me!"

Buffy blinked once or twice, thrown a
little off track by the sight of his chest, then stared into his eyes. Whoa.
He... couldn�t really mean it... could he? The look on his face was
completely serious. <Oh, fuck, he does mean it.> She
bit her lip, and debated with herself for a second before taking a chance.
Then she raised her stake and lunged at him. She saw him tense and wince,
waiting for the final blow from her that would end him. He didn�t even close
his eyes. Fortunately for him, Buffy realized what she was doing, and froze
before she could finish the task.

<I can�t. I can�t kill
him. I can�t do this. Why can�t I do this?>
she thought, blinking furiously to keep from crying. What? Crying? Now
she was preparing to cry over Spike? Jesus Christ. Spike caught her
eyes and held her gaze. She looked completely lost and confused, not knowing
what to do with herself. And suddenly, the feelings for her that he�d fought
against earlier came flooding back. Desire welled up inside of him and he drew
in a sharp breath. Whatever this was, he didn�t know. All he knew was that
he wanted her. He had to have this girl, had to hold her, touch her, taste
her...

He grabbed her upper arms and pulled
her to him, not even thinking as he pressed his lips to hers feverishly. Buffy
whimpered and clutched his forearms, returning the kiss with equal fervor.
Spike groaned softly, drawing the girl flush against him, trying frantically
to clutch at every part of her at once, refusing to let her go.

Well, until Buffy jerked away with her
hand over her mouth, wide-eyed and horrified. Trembling slightly, she stared
at Spike, and he licked his lips, staring back at her. They were both panting
heavily despite Spike�s lack of need for air. His eyes flickered to her
hands. The stake was gone.

But...

Another could appear at any second. He
watched her apprehensively, expecting her to lunge at him and rip his head
off, or possibly something worse. So when Buffy dropped her hand and walked
back to him, he was understandably nervous.

Nervousness disappeared the second
Buffy put her hands on the back of his head, pulling him toward her and
assaulting him with another lustful, passionate kiss. Spike wrapped his arms
around her tightly, clutching her with greedy fingers. His lips trailed away
from hers, brushing over her cheek and moving down to her neck. When his icy
lips pressed against her skin, Buffy let out a soft moan and arched into him.

"Oh, god... Spike... I want
you," she panted, her eyes closed and her fingers grasping at his hair
and his body convulsively. Spike buried his face in her neck, kissing,
licking, and nuzzling his mark. Not biting. Just cuddling.

"Buffy, I love you," he
murmured softly. Buffy pulled back, and stared up at him, eyes lighting up and
staring at him in disbelief. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, smiling
affectionately when she smiled and leaned into it. His heart welled up.
"God, I love you so much," he finished with a whisper.

Spike�s eyes popped open and he
bolted straight up in bed with a gasp. His gaze shot to the female form next
to him, and his upper lip curled in dismay when he realized it was Harmony. He
looked around wildly, thinking someone was playing a major practical joke on
him, just waiting to leap out at him and club him over the head or something.
He looked down at his lap and raised his eyebrows when he noticed the tent in
the blanket his hard-on had apparently pitched in his sleep. He looked around
again, frowning as he recalled his dream... the words he�d said... the
feelings he�d had.

He�d told Buffy he loved her.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed,
putting his face in his hands and groaning. Then he looked up at the ceiling
and scowled.

"You�ve got to be
kidding me."

The Powers just had to kick a
bad ass when he was down, didn�t they?

Several blocks over, Buffy rolled out
of Riley�s grasp and sighed, staring blankly at the wall. She shivered
slightly as the cool air from her window blew over her naked body through the
sheets. When they�d gotten back to her house after Riley�s mini-surgery,
she�d practically torn him apart to rid her body of the lustful feelings she
was having. Riley had pretty much been horrified at her actions, stunned and a
little fearful that his "sweet, innocent" Buffy was capable of some
of the things she�d displayed that night.

He was out like a light after the
first round.

Stupid lightweight.

The fact that it had been Spike
that had given her these feelings by rubbing and grinding into her was more
than a little freaky.

But God help her, it felt good.

Her hand unwittingly reached up and
caressed her newest scar. The wound was still tender, having only been opened
six hours earlier (and when she�d taken a look at them in the mirror after
her shower, she�d noted with a hint of amusement that Spike had placed his
mark directly over his grandsire�s). Thanks to her accelerated healing, they
were now nothing more than two small pink bumps. But for some reason, they
were affecting her a bit more than the others had.

The Master � Spike�s great, great
grandsire � had bitten her to escape from his lair and to wreak havoc on the
surface. That had caused her nothing but pain and her (really, really short)
death.

The Master's grand Childe (Angel) had
marked her in his own vicious way, nearly draining her to cure the poison in
his body. THAT had been a major bitch. It had still hurt, long after it had
healed, not just physically, but emotionally as well, for obvious reasons.

Dracula had been mercifully
kind when he'd bitten her. He'd smelled Angel's scent over the mark, and he'd
ignored it � apparently, he and Angelus had never been on very good terms.
Dracula was strange, but he hadn't been as psychotic as the darker Irish
vampire. Dracula had bitten her because she'd intrigued him. Maybe he'd sensed
something familiar about her or something. He'd wanted to show her the extent
of her powers. So he'd held her under thrall.

But Spike's mark...

... was driving her
absolutely crazy, for one thing. They kept tingling and dancing and making her
body shiver.

These marks, for some reason,
held more power over her than even Dracula's thrall had. It was...

Weird.

And what was with him
earlier? He'd bitten her and had been a little violent about it � he must've
sensed Angel's presence in the scar. He hadn't minded the elder vampire until
Angelus came into play and had begun sleeping with Drusilla. But after the
initial puncture had been made, he'd been a little tender about it, sucking as
gently as possible. And GOD, the feel of his body against hers...

Was so beyond wrong it wasn't
even funny! Her eyes widened in alarm and she mentally smacked herself. <Bad
Buffy! There will be NO lusty thoughts of Sp � of anyone! Except maybe Josh
Hartnett, but that's IT!> she chided herself.

Didn't matter that he'd
immediately zeroed in on her weak spot. Didn't matter that everything he'd
done had completely turned her on. Didn't matter that he'd made her feel
things that nobody else could or had. Didn't matter that he'd been getting off
on it, too, grinding that big <massive, humongous, gigantic>
erection against the apex of her legs in just the right -

<STOP that!>
she
yelped mentally, positively terrified by the direction her thoughts were
taking.

Holy Christ. This was bad.
Very, very... bad.

Bad. Big bad.

Spike was the Big Bad.

A big bad with a knack for
finding her pleasure spots.

Bad, bad, very bad Spike. Bad
Spike.

Naughty Spike. Dirty, lewd,
naughty Spike � oh.

GAH!

What the hell was she
thinking?!

She cuddled up to her
mattress, grabbing her pillow and shoving it over her head, as if that would
make the very wicked Buffy thoughts go away magically. Scrunching away from
Riley, she made the extremely difficult first steps to falling asleep. Trying
to ignore the sudden image of a pair of penetrating azure eyes and a cocky
smirk. Trying to feel revolted at the sudden urge to cover those smug lips
with her own. Trying to ignore HIM.

Riley grunted softly in his
sleep and fidgeted slightly, the sheet wrapping around his foot. That somewhat
provided a distraction from the extremely annoying presence hovering around
her, and she sighed, refusing to look at him. The stubborn dumbass would've
been dead by now if it hadn't been for her. Buffy sighed and shifted away when
his arm made an attempt to wrap around her. She was so beyond irritated with
him. He'd actually thought she was so petty as to believe that the only reason
she wanted to date him was because of his borrowed vampiric strength. He was
insecure enough to think that she'd dump him if he didn't measure up to
Angel's, or even Spike's standards, for Christ's sake!

Suddenly, everything was
competition with him. If he couldn't keep up with, or exceed her, he would get
kicked to the curb. If she didn't love him so damn much, he'd be on an
unscheduled ass-kicking back to Iowa!

She sighed. And if he wasn't
just getting over the surgery, she'd be seriously considering giving them a
time out until he got some sense back into his head. But she couldn't do that
now. Because he needed her. As... pressuring as that was.

And suddenly, out of nowhere,
her thoughts drifted right back to Spike.

And she felt her stomach do
flip-flops.

THAT was disturbing. Since
when did her stomach do flip-flops because of Spike? Had to be the...
Her eyes widened. The bite marks.

She nearly fell off the bed
with her realization.

Spike had bitten her. He'd
had her. But she wasn't dead.

Why wasn't she dead?

He could've EASILY killed
her! She'd been wide open (that thought caused a blush), vulnerable, and he
was back to his Big Bad self again without the chip. He could've easily
drained her or ripped her throat out, and bagged his third Slayer. But despite
all his fronting and bravado about killing her the second he wasn't under
government technological supervision... she was still alive. He drank from
her, and she was still alive.

She touched the mark again
and shivered.

She had an odd feeling about
this...

Spike yawned and stumbled around the crypt. He was alone; he'd sent Harmony
through the tunnels to terrorize the people at the butcher shop, much to her
confusion ("You're CHIP�LESS now, why do you still want that icky
bagged blood?") He'd shrugged. He didn't know. It was probably just
instinct, or... routine. Yeah. That. Anyway, he'd suddenly become threatening
when she'd lingered too long, and cursed and bitched at her if she didn't get
the hell out of the crypt right then. She'd run off in a fright. As a vampire,
she knew better now than to argue with her elder.

The truth was, he desperately needed time alone to think. With Harmony
around, buzzing about like a goddamn gnat, it was easier said than done.
Thoughts of Bu � er, the Slayer had been plaguing him all of last night, and
all of this morning. Ever since the little incident at the office, and the
dream he'd had, Buffy had been poking in and out of his head routinely every
two minutes or so.

He was THIS CLOSE to ripping his head off.

Why the HELL was she affecting him this much? He couldn't love her. It was
impossible, bad ass vampires did NOT fall in love with the Slayer! If anyone
found out, he could be killed!

<Okay. What the hell did I do for her to have this much affect on me?
Lessee... Snarked off at her, fought her... practically fucked her on the
ground... no, that was fun. Er... bit her... claimed her... got hit in the
head with a chair by Cardboard... ran off back home.>

Wait a second. One of those didn't seem right.

<Claimed her.>
Spike's eyes widened.

"Oh bleedin' FUCK! I claimed the Slayer!" Then he paused. "I
claimed the Slayer."

Something about that sounded REALLY good. He grinned.

"I claimed the Slayer, an' she let me. Bloody hell." This was
priceless!

He hadn't meant to do it. It had all been an unconscious effort. The word
'mine' had simply slipped out while he'd been drinking her, and that
definitely explained the damn tingling he got. She wasn't fully his, though.
In order for his claim to be legit, she'd have to admit it, then exact her own
claim on him.

He'd never claimed a human before. The sensations were weird. And now to
figure out that the human he'd claimed was also the Slayer he ... gulp...
loved...

"Bloody marvelous," he breathed (figuratively, of course).

Seducing her away from Finn was gonna be easier than he'd thought.

And a hell of a lot more fun, too.
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