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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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The whole Scooby Gang was in major research mode in the Magic Box. Giles had left the unsuspecting customers to Anya and was poring over one of his many medieval texts. Xander was flipping through medieval texts too but he was more looking at the pictures than trying to decipher Olde English. Willow and Tara whispered in a corner about something more than likely to do with magic. Buffy turned the pages of yet another Who’s Who of Demonic Snot Creatures and tried not to sigh audibly. It took every ounce of control for her to concentrate on the job at hand. Buffy couldn’t stop thinking about the night before.
"Giles, I can’t see anything that even looks like our perp."
Spike’s hands trailing down…
"Yes, well, so far the descriptions have been varied…If the victims hadn’t been attacked in such a similar manner I’d almost be inclined to suggest that we were dealing with several different creatures."
"Well I can’t see the one Spike and I saw. I’ve been through three books now."
Spike’s tongue….
"Perhaps it was wearing a disguise?" suggested Xander. "You know, we’ll pull off the mask to reveal Groundskeeper Willy?"
"I think you’re mixing your shows up Xander," said Buffy absently. Spike’s…snap out of it Buffy, she chided herself.
"You could be right though Xander," mused Giles. "Maybe this creature is chameleonic or has shape-shifting abilities…" He turned to another chapter in his book.
Suddenly the door jangled open and a blanket covered Spike raced in.
"And it’s the slimed one himself," noted Xander.
Buffy tried desperately not to blush as the blonde vampire shook off the blanket. No one knows anything, she reminded herself. Pretend nothing happened. Look at him normally. Buffy turned in her chair and glared at the vampire.
"Scoobies. Slayer," greeted Spike, noting Buffy’s expression and using all his willpower to sound normal. Last night…God…
"Hi Spike," Willow and Tara said, looking up briefly.
"And to what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" Buffy asked icily. It was only half fake, part of her was irritated as hell at him showing up and making her nervous. Spike sex world and Scooby world were not to be mixed.
"If you must know, I’ve got some more information for you," Spike retorted. He wasn’t sure whether Buffy was acting pissed because she didn’t want her friends to suspect anything had happened between them or because he’d done something he shouldn’t have, like screwing her silly last night. She’d seemed fine that morning, but now she’d had time to think about things. Probably was thinking better of it, Spike thought.
Spike suddenly grinned. He’d screwed her silly last night.
Buffy caught the grin and scowled. If he said ANYTHING to the others…
"Oh really?" Giles asked curiously, interrupting Buffy’s murderous train of thought.
"Yeah." He tossed the newspaper he’d taken from Buffy’s house at Giles. "Front page." He noted the pile of ancient texts. "Sometimes you need to use modern sources too you know."
Giles’ librarian soul was mortified. "Er…well…the Sunnydale Chronicle doesn’t usually mention slimey green demons…" His defence of his research skills trailed off as he read the article. "Er…thank you Spike," he murmured. "This is very useful."
"Spike did good?" asked Xander. "I’m amazed, and astonished." Spike ignored him. He found himself a seat opposite Buffy and kicked his feet up on the table, looking very pleased with himself. Maybe if she saw that the others accepted him, Buffy mightn’t be so worried about the whole idea of being with him. Plus Giles had thanked him. He risked a very quick glance at Buffy. Last night…Spike took an unnecessary breath at the memory.
"What’s it say?" Buffy was asking. Her face reddened as she caught Spike looking at her. Last night…
"Apparently somebody has damaged equipment being used to drain a swamp for the new housing estate. According to the paper the vandals not only smashed the machinery but also poured green slime over everything."
"An environmentalist demon?" Buffy asked. "That’s a new one."
"Yes I’d say its too much of a coincidence not to be our, er snot monster." Giles paused. "Perhaps it was living in the swamp and this recent activity has disturbed it. This is very interesting. I wonder…" Giles’ head disappeared back into his book.
"You know, we’re forgetting one thing," noted Xander.
"Oh yes?"
"The shape shifting. It’s my one good idea today dammit, and I won’t see it underused."
"Hmm yes…" said Giles still looking at his book. "I wonder…" he said again.
"No wonder it’s mad," said Xander. "People putting landfill in its home."
"I feel sorry for it," said Buffy. "Except for the children eating thing."
"You, feel sorry for a demon?" Spike smirked. "I’m amazed Summers. Empathy for the undead?"
"Yeah, don’t worry, I won’t be extending it to you any time soon." This was good, this was normal. Normal, Spike hating banter. Good, very good. Then she caught his eye. Spike’s smirk slipped off and he swallowed hard. It was probably Spike’s expression that did it because Buffy suddenly found the good Spike-hate gone and she was blushing fiercely. She glanced guiltily at Giles and the others. They all seemed to be looking either at the newspaper or at the books. Except Xander who was busy looking at Anya entertaining a customer. A male customer. A young, athletic looking, male customer.
"You know," he said suddenly. " I think Anya needs some help over there." He didn’t even notice that Spike let the opportunity to ridicule his jealousy pass completely by. Spike was studiously trying not to look at Buffy who was very busy studying her pencil.
"Er.." he coughed. "I’m going out for a smoke." The vampire got up and left the room.
Buffy flipped through a few pages. She looked over at Willow and Tara. They were still engrossed in Wicca-ish things. Xander and Anya looked like they were just about to start kissing. Buffy stood up.
"Um…I’m just…going...out- ..over…there"
"Er…what…yes…good." Giles didn’t look up.
Spike looked up as the door opened to the covered area at the back of the shop.
"Buffy?" he breathed and dropped the cigarette he was about to light.
Buffy didn’t stop. She strode forward, pinned him against the wall and kissed him hard.
Spike didn’t even think about not responding. His tongue dove into her mouth, his kisses hard and soft all at once. Buffy kissed him feverishly. She held the lapels of his duster tightly, simultaneously pushing against him and pulling him to her. Spike’s erection pressed against her and memories of the amazing things he’d done to her the night before came flooding back. Spike pulled her closer against him, his hands roaming over her body, slipping under her shirt, entwining in her hair. He ran a hand over her bottom and guided her leg up around his waist. He broke his lips away from hers for a second to nuzzle his face in her hair. Oh God, she was so delicious. A moan escaped Buffy’s lips.
"Buffy?" The sound of Giles’ voice shattered the moment. "Where are you?"
He opened to door just in time to see Buffy push Spike hard onto the ground.
"Oh there you are," he said. Buffy punching Spike or pushing him onto the ground was barely worth noticing. "I’ve just discovered something I need to tell you about."
Spike looked up at Buffy, surprise and confusion jumbled across his features for half a second before he was able to think clearly enough to realise what she was up to. Buffy winked at him.
"Ok Giles, I’ll be right there." Giles didn’t see her wink at Spike and he barely registered Spike’s grin. Spike grinning when Buffy pushed him over or punched him was barely worth noticing either. Giles’ preferred not to think about why Spike enjoyed the abuse.
"Go home Spike," Giles heard her say as he went inside.
Buffy came inside a few seconds later. She was NOT frustrated. Spike did NOT have that big an effect on her. She was FINE. One thing she was VERY certain of was that she was glad she had told him to go home. Spike sitting there with his face and his eyes and his body was not what she needed at this moment. Not seeing him again for a while that would be a good thing.
"Ok," she said. "What have you found."
"I’ll see you Scoobies later," said an annoyingly sexy voice as its owner picked up his blanket. "You can buy me some beer to thank me for my help another day."
The blanket, swore Buffy to herself. She’d forgotten the blanket. She studiously looked away until the door jangled shut and this time Spike was definitely gone.