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Juliatheyounger
Author's Site: http://www.geocities.com/juliatheyounger/fiction.htm
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and all the clever people at Mutant Enemy etc own these characters, I'm just sad and obsessed with Spike and felt the need to write about them ;)
Summary: Spike, Buffy, sex. What? You want a plot? Ok, Spike and Buffy spend some quality time fighting a child snatching snot monster. Fluffy B/S shippy fic.
Rating: R for adult concepts, language and not too descriptive sex (sorry I'm no good at smut).
Spoilers: Season 5 up to Intervention (maybe some after that)
Feedback: Yes please! (Although I'm a Buffy/Spike shipper
virgin so please be gentle).
Distribution: In the extremely rare chance that someone a, actually reads this, and b
wants to put it elsewhere, then YES PLEASE DO! But let me know so I can be suitably
flattered.
Author's note: Set after the Glory incident. She imploded. I know, I know, terrible, sad things ACTUALLY happen in the real Buffyverse, but cos I'm in Australia I haven't seen the finale yet. I started writing this before I read those spoilers so just pretend this is an alternate universe where certain people don't die and Glory conveniently got sucked into her own personal black hole. Thanks! ;)
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Buffy took a deep breath then knocked on Willow and Tara’s door.
"Hey, Buffy!" said Willow opening the door.
"Hi Will," said Buffy. "Can I come in."
"Sure, can I get you anything to eat, we’ve got cookies."
"Uh, no thanks Will," said Buffy nervously. "Listen Willow, is Tara here?"
"No, she’s got a class."
Buffy sighed with relief, as much as killing two birds with one stone was a good idea, it would be much easier to tell one person than two.
"Will, I have to tell you something."
"I’m all ears Buffy," said Willow putting on her listening face and sitting down.
"Ok," said Buffy taking another deep breath. "Willow, I’m seeing Spike."
Buffy hadn’t quite anticipated the look of horror on Willow’s face.
"Oh Buffy! I’m so sorry!"
"It's not that bad Wills, I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise."
Willow wasn’t listening, she was too busy visiting the land of guilt.
"We didn’t know! I mean if we knew, we’d never! Oh! No wonder he stopped! Oh Buffy, you’ve got to believe me, we never would have asked him if we’d known! We just thought, well that he didn’t have anybody and we kinda thought it would be nice for him as well, and its not like we have feelings for him or anything, it was all practical considerations and besides, he’s sort of pretty-"
"Willow," Buffy cut in. "What are you talking about?"
Willow registered this and clapped her hands over her mouth. "You mean he didn’t tell you," her muffled voice said.
"Willow, I think you’d better tell me what you’re talking about," said Buffy carefully.
Willow sighed. "Its so embarrassing. You mean he never told you?"
Buffy gave her a stern look.
"Ok," said Willow and explained.
"He said no? He just…stopped?" asked Buffy when Willow had finished. She didn't know what to think of how to react. Part of Buffy was having a jealous girlfriend moment, he'd kissed both of them? Another part of her, however, was very impressed at his restraint.
"And he was really nice about it too. And there was definitely nothing more than kissing."
"And it was yesterday afternoon?"
Willow nodded.
"Wow," said Buffy. That was before- before they got back together. He'd given up that when they weren't even together. Guiltily, Buffy remembered what she'd said when they had the fight. Even after she'd walked out on Spike, told him she was ashamed of him, he still chose her. Buffy tried to decide how she felt. Relieved just about covered it. "S'ok, Will, we were sort of not together then."
"Oh, then, then its not, not as bad." Willow said, a molecule of guilt being lifted from her conscience.
"No wonder he said I should tell you about us."
"Oh Buffy I’m so sorry."
Buffy smiled at Willow.
"Don’t worry about it Willow." Buffy gave Willow a hug. "I should have told you sooner. I was so worried you’d give me the stern Willow face. Anyway, Spike's a big boy, it wasn't like you forced him at stake point or anything."
Willow smiled. "I guess so."
"Besides," Buffy grinned ruefully. "I can relate. He IS sort of pretty."
Willow hugged her back. "Thanks for being understanding Buffy. Are you, are you mad at Spike"
"I think I'm more relieved." Buffy told Willow about the fight.
Willow looked more horrified. "Buffy! What if, what if he hadn't said no? What if you two didn't get back together again?"
That thought had already hit home with Buffy. He had obviously gone with Willow and Tara just before she got there to apologise. She'd been so close to losing him, or having to wade through a lost of angst to have things be good with him again. But he had said no. He'd gone to find her instead. Buffy's heart sung, despite the jumble of thoughts in her head. And it wasn't Willow's fault.
"Willow, don't worry, he did say no, we did get back together."
"I'm so glad Buffy." Willow gave Buffy another hug.
Buffy smiled then looked at Willow slyly. "A menage a trois? Will you bad girl," she said.
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So Willow would tell Tara, Xander would tell Anya. That left Giles. Buffy drew a deep breath. She might as well bite the bullet and get it over with.
Giles took the news rather well. He sighed a lot and gave Buffy a concerned Watcher talk but he didn’t yell. He appeared resigned.
"Oh well," said Giles. "I have to trust your judgement by now I suppose."
Buffy grinned and gave him a hug. "Thanks Giles. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure we’ll have a fight and it’ll be over before he even takes me to dinner."
Buffy had gone with the, "Spike is taking me on a date" story.
Giles made a noncommittal hmm sound.
"Just, just please, don’t get all affectionate around me. It was more than I could stand the time you got engaged."
Buffy laughed. "That’s a deal," she said.
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"Hey," Buffy said walking into Spike’s crypt.
"Hello Buffy," said Spike. He was busy cleaning his boots.
Buffy sat down next to him. "How's your day been?"
Spike started re-threading the laces in his boots. "Passions was good," he said. "And three blokes got into a brawl on Jerry Springer."
"Ahhh so this is the evil vampires get up to during the day."
Spike smirked at her joke. "Couldn't sleep," he said briefly, trying to deal with very long laces and a lot of holes. Spike had actually spent the day wondering if he should tell Buffy about the threesome thing, even if Willow and Tara didn't, and if so, how.
Buffy looked at his face. He appeared to be concentrating on the boots.
"I spoke to Willow," she said.
Spike glanced at her and forgot about his boots.
"She told me about the um, thing, with you and them."
Spike swallowed then went into cocky bravado mode.
"Well you can't blame the poor bints, Slayer, it is me we're talking about," Spike smirked.
"Willow was pretty embarrassed about the whole thing. She feels really bad."
"She shouldn't be, was bloody flattering."
Buffy moved closer. "I think she was more upset about trying to seduce my man."
Spike gave her a half grin. "Your man, hey Slayer?"
"My pale, sexy, 121 year old undead man."
"Your man is pretty bloody lucky Slayer," he said.
Buffy wanted to smother him in kisses then and there, but she was also enjoying tormenting him.
"Willow told me there was some kissing involved."
Spike looked at her. "You weren't exactly talking to me at that stage Slayer," he reminded her.
Buffy paused. "She also told me you stopped it before anything happened."
Spike looked up and found himself looking into eyes that were bright with love.
"Didn't want to do it love, don't want anyone but you."
"I'm glad you didn't," Buffy said contritely.
Spike grinned and kissed her nose.
"You're in me Summers, I didn't have much choice. It was bloody annoying, I was thinking of you the whole time." Then, in a different voice, Spike added. "Are you mad?"
Buffy shifted to sit in his lap.
"I was sorta mad - about you not telling me."
Spike looked down, wondering what to say. It had seemed the right thing to do.
Buffy continued. "Then I figured, if you had I might have thought you were trying to get credit for it. And it was sort of the gentlemanly thing not to. I realised you were leaving it up to Willow and Tara whether they wanted to tell me or not."
Spike swallowed, amazed that she understood him. Buffy leant forward and kissed him gently. Spike ran his fingers through her hair, marvelling at her, her touch, her scent, her body, her love.
"Spike-"
"Yes love?"
"It made me realise how close I came to losing you."
"Not close at all pet," said Spike. "I'll be here as long as you want me."
Buffy kissed him.
"Buffy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry. For the Willow and Tara thing. I should never-"
Buffy silenced him with a kiss. Spike gave up trying to talk and stick his tongue down her throat at the same time. His arms wrapped around her pulling her tight against him. Buffy pressed against him, devouring his mouth with hers. Buffy slid back a little on his lap and undid Spike's trousers. She slid forward again, pressing against him. Spike moaned. She started running kisses down his jaw.
"Buffy?"
"Mmm."
"You're not wearing any knickers."
"I was wondering how long it would be before you noticed."
Spike grinned and promptly removed her shirt as well. There wasn't much talking after that.
They lay on the couch, tangled in clothes and each other, completely shagged to use Spike's terminology. Buffy ran soft fingers over Spike's face, tracing the lines of his face. His fingers ran little trails over her belly and thigh. Emotion overwhelmed her.
"I love you Spike," Buffy whispered. She felt Spike tremble slightly against her.
Then his strong arms were holding her tight and his face was buried in her hair. His voice was choked and muffled but she heard it clearly.
"God I love you Buffy, I love you so much."
Buffy knew this was what she wanted and was glad to have it.
The End