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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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Dawn was home when they arrived.
"Hullo Nibblet," Spike said.
"Ewww, what happened to you?"
"I was defending the innocent and defenseless against ‘orrible green monsters."
"I think one was grey actually," said Buffy.
"And it sneezed on you?"
"No that was last night," said Buffy. "Have you had dinner Dawn?"
"I left some pizza for you."
"Pizza? Dawn, that’s three times this week."
Dawn rolled her eyes as Buffy went into the kitchen. "So, Spike," she said. "What happened with the monsters?"
"Willow turned them into cute little bunnies and they all lived happily ever after."
"Liar."
Spike looked highly offended. "It’s true, ask your sister."
"Buffy!" Dawn called. "Did Willow turn the demons into rabbits?"
"Yes, I think her and Tara are keeping them as pets."
Spike gave her a told-you-so look.
Dawn poked out her tongue.
"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked.
Spike shot a glance at Buffy before looking speculatively at Dawn. "Thinking of donating some blood then pet?" he asked.
Dawn rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."
Spike grinned. "I’m going to take a shower then get out of your sister’s hair before she becomes less hospitable."
Dawn looked him over, taking in the large patches of slime and ooze on his front.
"You definitely need it," she said wrinkling her nose.
"Nibblet," said Spike innocently.
"Yeah?"
"Give us a hug."
Not long after, when the shower was running upstairs, Dawn poked her head around into the kitchen.
"Buffy," she giggled. "Guess what, Spike’s singing in the shower."
Buffy grinned. "What’s he singing," she asked, putting the tray of bake at home fries in the oven.
"I don’t know, something dorky."
"He was singing a Violent Femmes song yesterday."
"He had a shower here yesterday?"
"Ahuh," nodded Buffy. "You think he was slimed tonight, you should have seen him then."
Dawn looked at Buffy knowingly. "You like Spike now don’t you?" she said.
"Dawn!" Buffy willed herself not to blush. "I mean, I don’t hate him or anything. And after everything he’s done for us, you especially, I mean he deserves to be treated like –"
"A human being?"
"Yes. But he’s not, and he’s still dangerous. If he ever loses that chip-"
"Buffy! I’ve heard this lecture soooo many times."
"Well obviously you don’t remember it very well."
"Yeah, well I’m not the one who invited a vampire to use our shower."
Buffy was about to retort, then she looked at Dawn’s face and softened. "I wonder if he’s still singing," she said.
Dawn giggled. "Come and listen, it’s so funny."
Spike came down dressed in clean clothes he’d gotten from the trunk of his DeSoto. He was wearing the brown shirt he’d bought, well stolen, when he first started trying to be good and win Buffy. Buffy and Dawn exchanged glances, remembering the singing, and started giggling.
"What?" Spike demanded.
Buffy contained herself. "Nothing," she said.
"You have a lovely voice," said Dawn.
Spike momentarily looked embarrassed. Then he glared at them. "What’s wrong with singing in the shower?" he demanded.
"Absolutely nothing," said Buffy.
"Its sort of cute," said Dawn.
"Although at first we weren’t certain whether or not you were drowning a cat up there."
Spike tried to look highly offended again. "I’ve had enough abuse from you Summers women. I’m off home."
"Spike," said Buffy.
"What?"
Buffy put on her most winsome expression. "Have some fries."
It took Spike a while to get comfortable. He was sitting in the Slayer’s living room, eating her chips and watching her tele. And she was sitting next to him. And her little sister was sitting there too. It was an entirely new experience for Spike. True, he had sat in the Watcher’s living room quite a few times, back when he first got the chip. And often the Slayer had been there. And he HAD sat in the Slayer’s living room before too. But this was the first time he’d been invited. Vampire’s had a thing about invitations. Spike didn’t like to admit it but his kind took rules and tradition a little too seriously. Can’t go in sunlight, can’t go in someone’s house uninvited, can’t touch crosses, can’t stand garlic. Bloody sticklers for rules they were. Spike eventually relaxed into the pleasant atmosphere around him. He sort of had to appreciate the lack of crypt-like qualities of the place. Sitting here with the top two humans on his don’t-particularly-want-dead-yet list. True, the Slayer and the Nibblet were giving him a hell of a time, but they were enjoying it. Bloody vicious women, Spike thought.
Now Dawn was suggesting he let her redo his chipped black fingernail polish. For crying out bloody loud! He growled at her.
"This stuff’s s’posed to make me look tough! It’s part of the look. I’m not letting you put bleeding glitter polish on instead!"
"Oh that’s why you wear it," said Buffy. "I thought it was more of a sexually ambiguous thing."
Spike raised his eyebrow and gave her a speculative look. "Maybe it’s that too pet," he said evilly. "If that’s how you like it." Then he realised Dawn was in the room and what he’d just implied wasn’t for child’s ears. "Not that I’m into that sort of thing. Family values and all that."
Dawn just looked at him. "Spike," she rolled her eyes. "If you and Buffy want to exchange sexual innuendoes, its fine by me, I can handle it. Besides if you’re gay there’s no need to be ashamed about it."
"I bleeding well am not," said Spike. "Not that there’s anything wrong with that."
"No, he just likes cross-dressing," smirked Buffy. Spike glared at her. He hadn't thought he'd have to worry about her telling Nibblet.
"Willow and Tara are gay," said Dawn.
"Yeah well, good for them," grunted Spike. "Now if you don’t mind, Pacey is about to tell Joey something important." He turned back to the tv.
Dawn and Buffy exchanged amused looks. They didn’t leave him alone for long.
"Spike," said Buffy considering him. "What is with the look anyway? I mean you can’t even see yourself. Why bother?"
"You lot can see me, I need to look impressive."
"Impressive?" Buffy’s tone was laden with scepticism.
"Yeah." Spike frowned. "What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing, you look fine," Buffy was having too much fun to admit how scary he could look at times. Like a sleek white shark circling in on the scent of blood. "Its just-"
Spike raised an eyebrow and waited for her to finish.
"Well I mean, the Billy Idol retro look? It’s a bit old isn’t it?"
Spike was appalled. "This is bloody height of fashion this! Haven’t you seen the get up some of them lot around your university wear? Bloody gothic I am."
"I think Spike looks kinda cool," said Dawn.
"Thank you Little Bit."
"Vampires are supposed to look weird anyway."
They’d attacked his sexuality and his fashion sense. Spike was taking the offensive.
"You know Summers," he said leaning back on the couch comfortably. "I wouldn’t be bandying the word retro around too much if I were you."
"Oh? And why is that Spike?"
"I’ve been through the seventies love, there was a reason that hair went out of style."
Spike smirked. Score one for the undead team, mate.
Buffy gave him a death stare. Dawn snickered.
"OH BLOODY HELL!" Spike suddenly exclaimed as realisation dawned.
"What?" demanded Buffy and Dawn, startled by his outburst.
Horror was etched on Spike’s face.
"I’m discussing hair and clothes with you bints!"
It was sometime later. Buffy and Dawn had stopped tormenting Spike and a tentative peacefire had been declared. The three of them sat in the living room comfortably, talking occasionally, watching an old comedy on tv mostly. Dawn suddenly looked at Buffy and Spike. Buffy had had her sock clad feet on Spike’s lap for a while. Now Spike was massaging them. Neither seemed conscious of how intimate they were being. Dawn didn’t want to spoil it.
"I’m going to bed," she said.
Spike looked up briefly. "Night Little Bit."
"Goodnight Dawn," said Buffy. Neither of them moved.
Dawn grinned and went upstairs. They were just too cute. Everybody knew how Spike felt about Buffy. It was totally obvious how into her he was. Dawn however also knew Buffy had a thing for Spike too. She could tell. Maybe they’d get together tonight and then Spike would be over all the time. That would be cool. Dawn wondered where she could get a coat like his.
Buffy was finding this situation extremely pleasant. Pleasant was a very nice change from traumatic. She knew it had something to do with the man she was sitting next to. It was all warm and comfy. She liked the soft brown knitted shirt he was wearing. She knew she’d seen him wear it before but couldn’t place it. And his hair was nicer at the moment too because he had no gel, or whatever he slicked it back with, to put in. Buffy watched his face for a while. His expression was serious, gentle. There was no arrogance or hate there. Beautiful lips, beautiful eyes, beautiful face. He was half watching the television, half looking at her feet as he stroked and kneaded them with expert hands. It was then that Buffy realised he was massaging her feet. Of course she had known he was doing it, but it hadn’t registered until now. She looked at him. He didn’t seem to realise what he was doing either.
Spike felt Buffy’s gaze and looked up. She was watching him with a very soft expression on her face. He returned her gaze, studying her features. He drank in her big eyes. There was a look there he was beginning to become familiar with. He realised he was holding her feet and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. His hands slowly widened their strokes, running over her legs up to her knees then back to massage her feet. Still holding his gaze, Buffy slipped down onto the couch a little more, closer to him, allowing his hands to run over her thighs in their cycle.
Buffy body began to anticipate every slow stroke of Spike’s hands. A tingle of excitement forming between her thighs in anticipation of the arrival of Spike cool firm touch. Buffy’s eyes were locked with his. He knew now what he was doing.
Spike widened the path of his strokes to include Buffy’s firm little belly. He let his fingers slip under the hem of her shirt, his thumb to glide under the waistband of her jeans. He could feel Buffy tense slightly with each touch of his fingers on her bare flesh. On the downward stroke he let his fingers run along the inside of her thighs.
The feel of his fingers parting her legs ever so slightly sent a wave of pleasure through Buffy. His touch was firm and methodical, never varying in pace. It was torture, hypnotic. Slowly he extended his reach until he took in her entire body. Over her breasts, over her stomach over her hips, then down between her thighs to her toes. Buffy arched to meet his touch, desire welling within her.
It wasn’t until Spike let out a soft moan that Buffy realised what she’d been doing with her feet and legs. Friction. She smiled. He was almost lying beside her now. This time Spike’s hands moved up to run through her hair. He trailed a finger along her cheek gently. His eyes held hers. At this moment, at this point in time, she had no doubts. He bent forward and touched his lips to hers.
The kiss deepened rather rapidly and now they were all over each other on the lounge. A chuckle formed in Spike’s throat. They were snogging on the couch like bloody spotty- faced teenagers.
"What?" murmured Buffy.
"Nothing pet, I’ve just never done this before."
Buffy pulled back and looked at him curiously. "Never done what?"
Spike smirked. "Snogged on the lounge."
"Even when you were alive?"
"We didn’t ‘ave snogging back then luv. Not on the couch leastways." He kissed her a bit more. "Definitely no tongue neither."
Buffy was pleased with this knowledge. For once Spike was the one experiencing something new. He’d seen enough teen movies though to know how this was supposed to go.
Spike pulled back suddenly. "Is this second or third base?" he asked.
"Depends on whether you’re going to keep doing that with your hand," Buffy murmured.
Spike figured she liked it, so he did.
"Dawn might come in," murmured Buffy. Her bra was undone now and her trousers were very close to being off.
"Upstairs?" Spike breathed from where he was nuzzling her neck.
Buffy made a sound that was probably yes. Spike kissed his way off her and helped her up. Buffy turned off the television.
They crept upstairs to Buffy’s room and shut the door quietly. With fingers trembling with want, Buffy and Spike undressed each other.
"Don’t let Dawn hear," whispered Buffy.
Spike kissed her. "We’ll be quiet Slayer," he assured her.
Buffy made Spike purr some more.