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Chapter 14

If someone had told him that he would one day be sitting in a living room with a slayer draped over him, half asleep, and eleven other girls laid out on the floor around him watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, he would have laughed his bloody head off. Then he would have gutted the wanker for saying it. But there he sat, watching some blond chick literally snipping the nads of the guy she was dating. The girls were laughing uproariously; Spike just cringed inwardly. ‘The things I do for the Slayer.’

At least the entire night hadn’t been a total sap-a-thon. The pizza had arrived around six and everyone ate that while watching The One. Pretty interesting flick, if a little farfetched. The girls took pity on him and played another action movie after that one before they settled into what they referred to as “chick flicks.” That’s the point where the Slayer had drifted into la la land. He only wished he could join her and ease his suffering. Unfortunately, his sleep schedule didn’t allow him to nod off at only eleven at night even though the movie was bloody awful. After the show, he begged off another, citing Buffy’s sleepiness, and dared anyone to comment on that remark. Grinning at the thought, he once more turned his attention to the antics playing out on the screen.

As soon as the movie ended, he cradled the sleeping slayer in his arms and stood up. “I’ll just take Sleeping Beauty up to bed now. You guys finish yer movie fest.”

Dawn flashed him a wicked grin and said, “You could always come back down and watch another one with us after you put Buffy to bed. We could take an intermission until you get back.” Spike glanced back upon hearing that comment. When he saw the look on her face, he mumbled something that suspiciously sounded like “sod off” before heading out of the room. Dawn’s chuckle sounded softly behind him.

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“Have a nice nap, luv?” Spike knew Buffy wasn’t asleep because he had heard her heart rate slowly increase towards the end of the show. He had been tempted to get up and leave with her right then, but didn’t want to have a blushing slayer on his hands. He settled her softly on top of the bed and looked down at her face. Buffy slowly blinked her eyes awake and tried to fake a yawn. Spike wasn’t buying it.

“Vampire hearing, pet. Knew you’ve been awake for a while.” A chagrined look crossed her face. “Woulda’ left before the movie was over, but didn’t want to shock the kiddies.”

“Oh, you’re bad!” she said, while a blush lit up her face. Reaching behind her, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him before he had a chance to block it. The pillow bounced off his forehead, disrupting his slicked-back platinum hair. She giggled when she saw some of the strands start to curl up and frame his face.

He looked at her in mock astonishment before slowly reaching down to pick the pillow up off the floor. A wicked gleam came into his eye as he slowly stalked his prey waiting warily on the bed. He heard her heart rate kick up a notch, then was hit with the smell of her arousal.

Buffy didn’t know if she should grab another pillow to defend herself or lay back and wait eagerly for Spike to pounce. She licked her suddenly dry lips in anticipation, watching Spike’s eyes flare in reaction. Halfheartedly, she reached for a pillow behind her, but he stopped her, leaning in close before whispering in her ear, “very bad, pet.” His words flooded her senses; she could feel herself respond to his nearness. She moaned as he trailed his tongue around the outer shell of her ear before standing back up to divest himself of his t-shirt. When that slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor, he brought his hands to the fly of his jeans, undoing the top button and slowly lowering the zipper. She couldn’t look away and waited eagerly for the last rung to ease open and allow his cock to spring free. Entranced as she was, Buffy didn’t notice that his pants were now gone and he was standing there, watching her watching him.

When she did, she sat up and reached to remove her own clothing.

“No,” he whispered. Her hands stilled on the top button. “Let me.”

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she slowly dropped her hands, nodding slightly.

Spike walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, tucked a stray lock behind Buffy’s ear as he smiled down at her. In no hurry, and partly because he feared hurting her, he took his time running his hands over her body, slowly peeling the clothes from her as he went. His actions produced little gasps and moans from Buffy and he delighted in each and every noise that she made. He paid careful attention as her shirt slid away to reveal the healing wound on her abdomen. The incision was all but healed, but he couldn’t help but frown at the blue bruise that showed no signs of changing color.

In fact, it looked worse – little spidery threads of the same color were slowly branching out, almost reaching the underside of her breast above the bruise, and nearly skimming the top of the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. His hand stilled, and he frowned.

Sensing Spike’s hesitation, Buffy opened her eyes and looked at him, puzzled at his serious look.

“Does it hurt?” he asked as his fingers traced over the faint scar.

“No. Not really.”

“You sure?”

“More than sure,” she replied. “Now finish what you started.”

“Buffy...”

“I’m fine,” she griped. “But you’re about to not be. Hands. Moving. Now.”

Spike sighed but let the matter drop. Buffy did have a point; her skin appeared neither flushed nor showed evidence of pallor. The only thing that stood out was the unusual bruising to her skin.

He cupped her breast and whispered, “This about where I was?”

“Uh... that’ll do...”

Spike got back to the matter at hand, and soon had her writhing beneath him. Mindful of her injury he flipped them so she was sprawled atop him. She appeared eager for the position change, taking him in hand and sinking down on his cock, then set up a slow, steady pace, sure to drive them both insane. 

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