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Blood and Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike stopped beside his car and took
Buffy's hand, bringing her to a stop as well. Her apprehension was clear
through the claim, though the reason why was not. So he decided to ask.
He pulled her over to him and rested his
hands against her hips. "What's wrong, luv?"
"Nothing." Spike's eyebrow arched and Buffy sighed.
"Sometimes I really hate that I can't lie to you," she said.
"Well you can't, so tell me what's
wrong," Spike replied.
"I'm nervous. Now let's get in the
car."
Buffy tried to walk away, but Spike grabbed
her hand and pulled her back. "About what?"
"You know, you are such the woman in
this relationship," Buffy said. "I keep pushing for it to be just
sex, but nooo�you have to talk about our feelings."
"You're not going to get me to leave you
alone by putting me on the defensive right now, Buffy."
"Damn."
"The claim's telling me you're worked
up in all sorts of knots. I need to know what's got you so upset."
"Going back to L.A.," Buffy told
him, knowing he wouldn't drop it until she gave him an answer he could accept.
"Do you not want to go?" Spike
asked her with a frown.
"No, I do want to," she replied.
"I need to find out what happened to my mother, and your idea of how
to do that is a good one. But I'm still unsure about what we'll find there or
how it'll all turn out. And, well, we came up here running from Angelus, and
this is going to take us closer to Sunnydale again. What if he tries
something?"
"Don't worry about him," Spike
said. "Odds are he's going to stay in Sunnydale for a while, playing
Slayer Stalker. We'll just take the route around Sunnydale and avoid him."
He placed his hand against her cheek. "I won't let him touch you, Buffy. Ever."
"No one's ever made me feel as
vulnerable as he did," Buffy admitted softly. "When he had me, and I
just knew what he was going to do to me� It was
horrible."
"I know, sweetheart. But he didn't, and
he never will. He can't now. That's my mark on you. He can't touch you
with cock or fangs."
"He could still hurt you,"
Buffy said.
Her concern touched him deeply. "I'm
not going to let him do that either," Spike replied. "I've got too
much to stick around for these days."
Suddenly, Buffy reached up and took hold of
the back of his head, pushing him down against her lips. The surprise of the
kiss took Spike off-guard for only a moment before he was kissing back, his
arms twining around her to hold her close. The night stilled around them as
they lost themselves in the embrace.
When they finally broke apart, Buffy was
blushing, her eyes averted shyly, and Spike couldn't help but smile at just how
cute she was. After everything they'd done together, she could still manage to
look they'd just shared a kiss after a first date.
"We should get going," Buffy said.
"There's only so many hours of moonlight and
all."
"Right." Spike walked around to the passenger's side of the
car with Buffy, opening and holding the door for her. She gave him a small
smile, and he smiled back before shutting the door and going around to his own
side.

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*** ***
Spike stopped at another motel like the ones
they'd been to on the trip up. He felt bad about bringing her to another one,
but the sun would be in the sky soon, and they didn't have the time to find a decent
place.
He went inside and got a key before he came
back out to the car for Buffy. He lifted her out and carried her into the motel
room to what would be their bed for the night, realizing as he did that this felt
different than the other times. The actions were the same, but all that served
was to do was make it clearer that something really had changed. He couldn't
name exactly what it was that was different because he didn't think it was
actually something tangible. It was a feeling, an emotion.
He undressed Buffy and tucked her under the
covers before he undressed himself and joined her. She turned towards him in
her sleep and nestled herself against him, making a contented sound as she did.
Spike fell asleep with a smile.

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Spike was surprised when he woke up alone.
He sat up, looking around the motel room with worry for a moment before he
noticed the sound of the shower running. He relaxed then, lying back down,
until he realized that a running shower meant wet, naked Buffy.
He went into the bathroom and stepped into
the shower stall, his eyes darkening at the slow smile that crossed Buffy's
face when she saw him. "I felt you wake up," she said. "Thought
that might mean you were gonna join me."
"Not much could've stopped me," Spike
replied as his eyes raked up and down her body. Rivulets of water ran down her
flushed skin, and his cock strained towards her.
Buffy moved to him and pressed her hands,
palms flat, against his chest. Spike's own hands
traveled down to cup her bottom and push her flush against him. The feel of so
much of his skin against her own made her tremble, and Buffy met his mouth for
a kiss.
Spike's kisses were a perfect combination of
talent and desire, never failing to make her desperate for more of him.
When he pulled back to let her breathe,
Buffy expected Spike to turn her around and take her against the shower wall.
Instead, he pulled back from her, though the tip of his erection was still
rubbing against her, forcing her to bite back a moan of desire.
His voice was heavy with lust when he spoke.
"Have you washed your hair yet?"
Buffy shook her head no, not trusting
herself to be able to form actual words.
Spike spotted where Buffy had set her
shampoo when she'd first gotten into the shower, and he picked it up before
ordering her, "Turn around." She did without protest, and Spike
filled his palm with shampoo, inhaling deeply as he did to catch the scent.
Buffy did moan at the first touch of his
hands in her hair, and after only a few moments of him working the shampoo into
a lather she was all but purring like a contented
kitten. She'd never before thought that something as simple as washing hair
could become erotic, but now she was wondering if she could have an orgasm from
that alone.
Before she could find out, Spike had moved
back again. "Under the water now, luv."
She stepped under the spray, and Spike
watched with undisguised lust as she washed the suds from her hair. The scent
of her shampoo permeated the small space, and Spike shivered with anticipation.
When she pulled herself back out of the
water again, Spike was on her, kissing her hard as he spun them around. He
growled low in his throat as he pressed her back against the tile of the wall
and her legs wrapped around his narrow hips.
Behind them, the water pounded steadily,
setting the tempo for their frenzied lovemaking. Buffy held on to Spike
tightly, trusting him to keep them steady despite the slick floor beneath his
feet. Steam surrounded them, warming his skin as droplets of water clung to it,
making it for once damp to the touch.
Buffy came with a scream and Spike groaned
loudly, the sound of her cry pushing him further towards his own release. He
knew he could hear it every day for the rest of his existence and never get
enough of it. A few more thrusts, and he was following
her over.
Buffy slipped her legs down from his hips,
though she kept her hands on his arms, still needing him to keep her from
falling. "Best damn shower ever," she declared with a giggle. She
moved her lips to his collarbone and pressed gentle kisses against the skin
there.
Spike chuckled, and the sound rumbled
through Buffy. "You won't get any argument from me there." He brought
her closer to him and breathed her scent in. "I love you, Buffy. All I can
do is keep falling deeper."
She didn't say it back. He hadn't expected
her to. But she didn't protest or push him away either, and Spike let that be
enough.

***
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Buffy wondered how exactly she'd gotten to
the point where being on her hands and knees with a vampire pounding into her
from behind had ceased to be something that she'd think of only with disgust,
and had become instead something that made her moan and beg for more.
But then Spike grabbed on to her hips and
pushed deeper into her, and she stopped caring.

***
*** ***
Spike shut the driver's side door of his car
then turned to look at Buffy in the seat next to him. "We'll go get you
some dinner, and then I need to find somewhere to get blood. My supply is
empty."
"Okay. This seems like a pretty
populated area, so there's probably a hospital nearby," Buffy replied.
"I think I saw a sign for one last
night on the way in, so it shouldn't be a problem," Spike said. "What
do you want for dinner?"
"I saw a Burger King across the street.
I like them."
"Okay. Burger King it is, pet."
It didn't strike Spike until they were
pulling up to the drive-thru window to get her food how strangely domestic
it all was.

***
*** ***
Buffy munched on a fry as she wondered how long
Spike had been gone. She wished she had a watch for times like this. It felt
like he'd been gone forever, but she knew it probably hadn't actually
been that long at all. She was just being impatient.
She realized that in itself
was a bit silly. What was she impatient to do? Drive to the next motel? Get to
L.A.? Neither of those things was really something she looked on without at
least some dread. She hated motels these days, even if the one that day hadn't
been so bad. Not that she'd paid much attention to it, what with all the sex.
And Los Angeles� She'd grown up there, it had been the place she'd
called home for most of her life, and yet�it was the last place she really
wanted to be. Because it had been home for so long, it held too many memories,
too many ghosts. What would happen when they got there? Would they really be
able to track down her mother's killer? And then what?
Furthermore, what if they did find
the killer and she did manage to get her revenge? Then what would her
life be? Would she spend the rest of her life�however long that might end up
being�living this sort of transient lifestyle with Spike? Would she keep going
on with no real home and no real purpose?
She picked up her drink and frowned when she
realized all that was in the cup now was ice. She took off the lid, popped a
cube in her mouth, and crunched it. As loathed as she was to ever admit it out
loud, there probably were a lot worse people she could be with than Spike, but
at the same time, the thought of that spending the rest of her days as she had
since she'd met him didn't really appeal to her.
She wanted something more than a string of
nearly-identical motels.
But what did she want? Buffy wasn't
sure about that. She knew the things she couldn't have, like the perfect house
in the suburbs with a white picket fence and two kids, but did she want that?
Had she ever wanted that?
Spike had his blood now, and he was headed
back to the car. She couldn't see him, couldn't hear him, but she knew it all
the same. So she pushed back her thoughts about some day. After all, she had
more than enough to worry about in the present.

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