Banner by Selene

Chapter 12

Buffy was pulled from a dreamless sleep as intense pleasure centered in her core and spread outward throughout her entire body. Slightly disoriented from the lingering pain in her stomach and the remnants of sleep, it took her a moment to realize what had pulled her from sleep. As her mind slowly came into focus, she realized she was lying on her side, her top leg draped back over Spike’s lean hips. She felt the hard length of Spike’s cock as it slid in and out of her. Ignoring the discomfort she was feeling, Buffy wiggled her ass taking him deeper inside her.

“Mmmmm… god, that feels good,” Spike whispered against her ear. His tongue slowly traced the shell before nibbling on her lobe, and he was rewarded with a quick squeeze of his cock as her muscles contracted around him. Hoping for more of the same, Spike palmed one of the Slayer's breasts in his hand, teased the nipple with thumb and forefinger. She arched into his touch, and Spike wanted nothing more than to lean over her body and take her in his mouth, coax the tiny bud into an even harder peak. The only thing that stayed him was the thought of aggravating the stitches on her stomach. So he contented himself to use just his hands... which he did. Teasing first one, and then the other until she was writhing in front of him, begging for release, for an end to his torment.

"Please, Spike," she whispered yet again. Finally yanking his hand off her breast and shoving it between her legs.

Spike couldn't help but chuckle at her less than subtle hint.

"Had enough, Slayer?"

"Yes."

Spike took pity on her and turned his attention to bringing the Slayer off, but still mindful of her injury. His fingers went to work on her clit and he increased the force of his thrusts just enough for her to notice.

"Not hurting you, am I?"

"No. Oh god. Right there. Right... yes... " Buffy could feel herself getting close, recognizing the telltale sign of her impending orgasm. Blunt teeth nibbled on her neck and that was all the impetus she needed. She felt Spike's hips thrust against her backside as he responded to her climax; the sound of flesh smacking together increased in volume as he now strove for his own release. His hand moved to her hip, holding her in place, and he thrust once, twice. On the third, he was gasping her name against the back of her neck, buried so deep Buffy didn't know where he ended and she began.

“’Mornin, luv,” Spike whispered in her ear, once they'd both recovered. Groaning when her muscles clamped down on his cock when he made to withdraw.

“Morning.”

“How ya feelin?”

A blissful sigh escaped her lips. Spike chuckled. “I meant the wound, luv.”

Buffy blushed even more under her already flushed face, and Spike's stomach received a quick elbow for his teasing. A silent gasp escaped her lips at the pain it caused.

“Ow. That hurt, Slayer.”

“Good. Teach you to tease me,” she replied, trying to cover her pain, not answering his original question. Her slayer healing should have already been working miracles on her wound, and she was surprised that she was still feeling the aftereffects of last night’s battle.

Spike, however, wasn’t deterred in the least. He'd heard her hitched breath when she'd jabbed him. “Buffy?” he called her name, concerned. He was starting to feel guilty about making love to her this morning, especially since she still appeared to be somewhat sore.

“It’s nothing. I’ll be fine. A little sore. No big.” So saying, she pulled out of his embrace and swung her legs over the bed. Stood and padded silently to the bathroom. Spike watched her go, noticing the hesitancy of her step. He propped himself up against the headboard, waiting for her return.

Buffy froze for a moment upon spying the look Spike gave her. She tried to afford herself more time to come up with a plausible lie by retreating to her dresser to retrieve a fresh set of clothes. It was only once she was dressed that she faced the vampire still ensconced upon the bed.

“What?” she asked irritably, trying to pick an argument to get his mind off her injury.

Spike wasn’t falling for it, though. Just cocked his head slightly to the side and waited, raised eyebrow silently mocking her.

‘Aw, hell.’ Knowing she wasn’t going to win caused her to pout. Head lowered, her bottom lip jutted out. Spike flashed a quick grin when she wasn’t paying attention; by the time she was looking his way again, it was gone though.

“Fine! Damn Willow anyway, teaching you the resolve face! See… It’s just… Damn!” She mentally stomped her foot in childish frustration.

“Ididn’twanttosayanythingbecauseyouwouldjustworry,” she rushed out really quickly, hoping he didn’t understand what she had said. Silence greeted her announcement. “It’s just that, it was just a scratch really. No more. I should be fine. Me with the slayer healing and all.” A little gesturing of her hand in the air soon stopped when she winced in pain. “But, I'm still sore. As you can see. And, it shouldn’t be. And, I don’t know why,” she mumbled the last.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she whispered, when Spike still refused to say anything. Thoughts of her dream the night before flitted through her mind. Spike’s expression softened immediately when it seemed the Slayer appeared on the verge of crying. He knew it took a lot for her to lean on someone. Usually, it was the other way around, everyone leaning on her. But not anymore. He got out of bed and walked over to Buffy, pulled her into a loose hug, mindful of her bandages.

“It’s probably nothing. You weren’t exactly running at 100% when I showed up. I’m sure you’ll be right as rain in no time.” With all the soul-baring from Buffy, Spike completely forgot about her nightmare from last night.

“I’m sure you’re right,” she replied, a slight smile on her face. Although, Buffy wondered. With the dream she'd had last night, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Putting it from her mind, Buffy put her robe on and made her way downstairs to meet Dawn for breakfast, letting Spike go back to sleep for a few more hours.

“No training today, Slayer,” Spike mumbled as he snuggled into her pillow, wallowing in the scent that was Buffy.

“Right, no training for me today,” she concurred. ‘As if I feel up to it, anyway.’

~*~*~*~*~

The lure of fresh ground coffee pulled her towards the kitchen. Dawn was sitting at the table with a steaming cup in front of her, reading over her notes. Buffy walked over to the cupboard that housed the mugs so she could pour herself a cup of coffee. Without realizing what she was doing, she attempted to reach over her head to grab a cup. The pain that lanced through her stomach caused her to let out a muted groan, and quickly grab her middle. Dawn glanced up frantically at the sound of pain coming from her sister’s mouth and noticed her clutching her middle, a pained look on her face.

“Buffy, what’s wrong?” she cried, rushing to her side.

“Nothing, Dawnie. I just ran into a nasty last night on patrol. He nicked me above my stomach. Hurts a little to lift my hands over my head. Wasn’t thinking when I reached for a mug.”

Buffy attempted to distract Dawn with a request for a cup. Thankfully the tactic worked and Buffy retreated to the table while Dawn poured her a cup of coffee.

“You sure you’re okay?” Dawn asked as she set the coffee cup down in front of Buffy. “I can stay home if you need me too.”

“Yes, I'm okay. And, no, you don't need to stay home. Go go to school. It’s just a couple of stitches. No big,” she lied. “I’ll be fine. Spike’s already banned me from training for the day so I can heal. Really. I’ll be fine.”

“Ok. If you’re sure?” Buffy assured her she was. “Oh, by the way, Giles called. You must have still been asleep. He said he’d call back about 9:00 a.m. our time. Nothing big, just his daily check up.”

“Thanks.” Buffy sat back and sipped her coffee, eyeing Dawn as she moved back to her seat and once more resumed looking at schoolwork. “Whatcha’ working on?”

“Oh, just looking over my notes for history. We have a test today on WWII. Can I just say ewww?”

‘Ewww, is right,’ Buffy thought. She nodded at Dawn sympathetically. “Definitely of the ewww. Hey, since I’m off patrol for tonight, you want me to get a couple of movies so we can have movie night?”

“Sounds great,” Dawn replied as she scooped up her stuff so she could head off to school. “Oh, don’t forget the pizza and popcorn!”

Buffy smiled to herself as she finished her coffee. ‘Another crisis averted,’ she thought. She picked up her coffee mug and made her way to the office to await Giles’ call.

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