Lonely No More

"Uncle, I need some help. Just a small favor really," Spike called out through the apartment. He'd decided to make the trek home for lunch, and wished he had his wings to make the trip quicker than it was. "I know you don't want to be popping in much... well, I don't want you popping in at all because I can handle this...but I just need one—"

"What do you need my boy?" And suddenly Eros was there .

"I know we just talked this morning and I said I didn't need help—"

"But you do," Eros stated with a tiny smile.

"I do," Spike nodded. "I really hate to ask this, but I don't think there's any other way because she's so damn stubborn and I'm determined to help her."

"Do you care for her?"

Spike blinked, "Well, yeah. I can't exactly do my job if I don't care, can I?"

Eros smiled, "Of course. So, what is this ‘small favor'?"

"I need you to just kind of control Buffy for me."

Eros frowned, "How so?"

"I want to take her away for a few days. Part of the problem is that the poor girl is overworked. And I know she'd never agree to it, especially not with me. . . " he paused, "not with the way we argue anyway," he muttered. Standing tall, he faced Eros. "So I just need you to work your mojo. I ask; you make it so she says yes. Please?" he ended on a plea.

Eros regarded him silently, expressionless. Finally he nodded his consent. "Ask and she'll say yes. Don't make this a habit, Spike." Then, he was gone.

"Thanks! And I won't!" Spike yelled to him. "You could have stuck around to give me a lift back to work," he muttered.

When Spike returned back to work, he found Buffy staring off into space, her uneaten pasta salad in front of her. He sat down across from her at the reception desk and she jumped a little, finally recognizing that he was there.

"Off in another world, my lioness?"

She nodded, "Yeah, I guess I was. You want this?" she asked, gesturing to the pasta salad.
"Nope. I think you should eat it."

She shrugged, "I don't ..." she trailed off and shook her head.

"Nope, you need to eat. You're all skin and bones Buffy. You can't expect to think clearly when your body is hungry."

"Spike" she sighed wearily.

Stabbing the food with the fork in the dish, he held it up to her mouth. "Eat. I'll feed you."

She blinked. "You'll what?"

"Feed you."

"Is this all part of the wanting to take care of me bit?"

He nodded, smiling. "I'll help you take care of yourself. Please? Consider a perk you don't have to pay me for."

"Well, I should hope I wouldn't have to pay you for feeding me."

"Stop yammering pet, and open up."

Buffy did so, hesitantly and Spike didn't waste a minute shoving the food in her mouth. As soon as she swallowed she opened her mouth for more.
Spike grinned, "Not hungry ay kitten?"

She stuck her tongue out at him, "Come on. Feed me."

He obliged her, taking great joy in being able to feed her and look after her. His mind was abuzz of all the different things he wanted to feed her. Strawberries . . . with cream on them. He wanted to watch that little pink tongue worm it way out of the cavern of her mouth and lick the cream straight off . . . Oh Zeus. He was hard. Thankfully, she was just about done because if she opened her mouth one more time, he might not be responsible for what he shoved in there.

"Mmm..." she said closing her eyes contentedly. "So this is what it feels like to be full. I want to sleep now," she giggled.

Spike's eyes widened. "You giggled," he said almost breathlessly, stunned how such an adorable noise could go straight to his cock and make it even harder. He could pound nails with it right now.

"I did. Must be the food. Or delirium." She rolled her eyes. "I have been known to laugh once in a while, ya know."
Spike smiled, "Not just a laugh Buffy. A giggle. A very cute giggle."

She smirked, "Play your cards right and it could happen again."

"I want to make that happen a lot," Spike said wistfully. He took a deep breath, "Buffy, I want to take you away for a few days on a vacation. Will you come with me?"

"Yes," was the quick reply.

Thank you, Uncle Eros.