With a Little Help

A/N: Sorry folks. Both my toddlers and I have all been sick, so everything stopped. So I am still here and writing. Thanks for some of the notes I received from people, and no I am not dead. This story will be finished soon, and there is another one waiting in the wings

Chapter 12: Surprise

Spike woke up as he felt someone sit down on the bed and slide under the sheet with him. Since he wasn’t dust or having to defend himself, it certainly wasn’t whoever was trying to kill him lately, at least he hoped not, but his brain was still a little foggy from sleep. He couldn’t have been asleep more than thirty minutes but had been under deep. After the fire and then talking to the slayer, his main priority had been to acquire a bed. “Acquire” being the key word because there hadn’t really been an exchange of money. Normally he wouldn’t have minded sleeping on a sarcophagus, but if he was trying to get the slayer into his bed, then he needed an actual bed.

His senses tingled which would usually mean another vamp, or the slayer when feeling was more intense. Problem was that his senses were still napping. The vampire could tell that it wasn’t a human, which rulut Rut Riley coming back for another go. Not to mention he would have to kill Riley for getting in his bed. Since he couldn’t imagine the slayer climbing in his bed out of the blue, he assumed it was Harmony coming back to get something from him her usual way, on her back. ‘Balls, why wouldn’t the stupid bint just bugger off for good?’ He didn’t bother to open his eyes, “Hi. Bye. Piss Off.”

“Ok. But I just got here.”

When his eyes shot open, he was looking at a blonde woman alright, but it wasn’t Harmony. Bloody hell, he was going to have to knock some sense into his vampire senses, but just not right now. Buffy was lying on her side, just a few inches away with her head resting in her hand as her elbow rested on the bed. Gazing at her, Spike couldn’t think of a better way to wake up. “Hello, cutie.

“Hi.” Buffy repressed a laugh at the shocked expression on his face. “Do you usually sleep so soundly?”

“Can’t say. How about you come around each day and find out?”

Spike recovered but couldn’t what he had ever done so right to be blessed with this woman in his bed without trying to stake him.

When his expression shifted into an arrogant leer, Buffy ached to kiss it off his face but waited. “I bought you some new clothes and thought I would bring them by.”

“Thanks, luv. Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I don’t think I’m in need any clothes right now.”

Buffy quirked an eyebrow, “Does that mean you don’t have any clothes on under this sheet?”

“Not one stitch.” The low, seductive timbre of his voice made her body temperature shoot up where even the light sheet had becoming stifling. But what a delicious kind of hot.

Buffy scooted closer until only an inch separated her nose from Spike’s nose. She tilted her head so that they could easily meld their lips into a kiss, but before their lips met, she whispered, “Good, I was hoping that I wouldn’t be the only one naked in this bed.” Listening to his growl in response, Buffy watched the fire in Spike’s eyes start to burn bright and felt her response between her legs as he pushed her onto her back with his lips on hers.

As Spike’s hand roamed over her body, he kissed the temptress laying naked in his bed, feeling the soft, golden skin against his own that he had only dreamed about until now. He finally had her in his bed, and he was going to take his time. And even better, he had her in his bed because she made the first move; the slayer came to him.

He pulled back to look down into her face, seeing desire for him in her eyes. Then Buffy ran her tongue along her upper lip as if savoring his taste making Spike groaned. ‘Who the hell am I kidding? We’ll take our time – later.’ His mouth crushed down onto her own, bruising her lips as their tongues battled, a battle they would both win. He cupped her breast while running his thumb over her hardened nipple. As his mouth replaced his hand, flicking her nipple with his tongue, his hand traveled further down, over her navel, and through the curls between her legs. Her arousal amplified when she felt his hand run over the lips of her sex

The vampire growled when he felt the wetness caused by her desire for him. Using two fingers, he stroked across her entrance, up between the moist lips to finally rub against her clit. Instinctually, Buffy arched up, frantically trying to somehow get closer to his talented hand and mouth. Buffy reached down and grasped his erection, sliding her hand down the shaft and then back up, in an attempt to bring him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Buffy thought she would come when his fingers slid back down and into her heat. Between gasps, as if she had run the Boston marathon, Buffy gasped, “Spike, now…ahhh…Damn it, now.”

“Anything you want, luv.” Spike smiled an undeniably male smile as he lifted up and covered her body with his own.
Impatient, Buffy slid her hand between them, grasped his cock, and guided it to her entrance while raising her hips, attempting to guide him inside. He slid into the slayer so swiftly that she barely pulled her hand out before it was trapped between their bodies. When he was completely in, he pulled back to watch her face as he began to stroke in and out.

Buffy had her head thrown back and eyes closed, concentrating on what Spike was making her feel. The coolness of his shaft contrasting with her body heat enhanced their contact, and she could feel the head of his cock driving so deep that it touched her womb. As she began to feel her orgasm build, Buffy wrapped her hand behind his head to draw him into a hungry kiss. They nipped at each other’s lips as the tension continued to build. When Spike increased his force, Buffy pulled her mouth fred bid bit down on his shoulder as his pelvis slammed into her clit. Both plunged over the edge with the minor pain mixed with the extreme pleasure.

When Buffy finally felt that she could open up her eye lids again, she gazed into Spike’s blue eyes and shared a smile,. She felt her body humming with satisfaction, and without warning, Buffy thought back to the first night when she follfollowed an Eloquaw demon into the sewers. The night she found the underground bedroom and spied on Spike with Harmony. She remembered her surprise seeing the vampiress’ reaction to having sex with Spike, but now she understood why Harmony writhed in pleasure and found such sexual gratification with the blonde vampire. Laughing to herself, Buffy decided that Riley really was pathetic in bed. But thinking of Harmony in bed with Spike again brought on two emotions, jealousy and possessiveness, that Buffy wasn’t ready to recognize,. Pushing these unexpected feelings aside, Buffy captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

Eventually, pulling away from the kiss, Spike tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. “So what thoughts are causing such a frown?”

“Oh…nothing.”

“No?” Spike looked down at her, still reveling in the site of the slayer lying naked in his bed.

“No.”

“Well, then. You leave me with no other choice than to torture you for the information.” Spike slid his way slowly down her body, holding her gaze until his tongue was able to flick across her clit, sending her head back in ecstasy.

Continuing to cause her pleasure with his personal brand of torture, Spike had to hold her down as she attempted to squirmed her way across the bed. Not that Buffy had any desire to get away from him, but she just couldn’t hold still under his erotic onslaught. “If this is torture, I want at least an hour more.”

“Only an hour, pet?” Spike chuckled when one hand let go of the sheets long enough to push his head back down.

Shortly thereafter, Buffy found out that she couldn’t last an hour, and Spike was amused to find that she grew very still, not moving away from him, as her second orgasm built up and shook her body.

Licking his lips, the vampire smiled at the slayer as she lay bonelessly relaxed on his bed. “Oh no, luv.” He slid back up her body, in oin one fluid motion, slid his shaft back into her wet cunt. “We’re not nearly done yet.”

Buffy gasped when she felt him enter her again but changed into a whimper in pleasure as he began to stroke in and out. Looking up at him and feeling the way she felt, she knew she was treading in dangerous territory. She had loved a vampire before and look how that turned out. She was an adult now; she could have an affair if she chose to with no strings attached. But she had possessy thy thoughts and now I love him type thought about Spike which scared her down in her bones. Scared but not scared enough to stop whatever they had just begun.

“Spike…oh god…Spike wait. Promise me that this is not going to be one of those ‘fall in love and then everything falls apart’ relationships. Promise me that we will keep this light and fun.”

“So you want to make love, just not fall in love, Slayer?”

“Screw, fuck, shag, hump, whatever until we can’t walk but just not love. It messes everything way up.”

Thinking back to his time with Dru and how his black princess had crushed his heart to a bloody pulp, Spike knew Buffy had a valid point. But regardless of the reasoning she used, he decided not to tell the slayer that sometimes you just can’t avoid falling for someone. Distracting her with a kiss, he hoped she didn’t notice that he hadn’t answered her request. He prided himself in keeping his promises, but Spike wasn’t so sure that this was a promise he would be able to keep. And if she was feeling anything like the fluttering in his stomach, he wondered if she could either.

*****

After nightfall, they met Xander for another round of Sunnydale’s favorite game, “Find the Eloquaw.” Both vampire and slayer acted as if none of their afternoon in bed had ever occurred, enjoying their naughty, little secret. But whenever they could catch a moment or two of privacy, they made up for the lost time.

Since Anya was returning to town the next day, Buffy had an easy time convincing Xander to make it a short night so he could rest up for the ex-vengeance demon, who had a very voracious, sexual appetite.

But Buffy and Spike scarcely made it through the door of his crypt before they were on each other. As the door to his crypt swung shut behind them, he was only able to shed his duster before she was plastered against him, arms wrapped around his neck, holding on tight. Spike cupped her ass with both hands, lifted up and carried her until her back was pressed against a wall. She finally let go of her strangle hold long enough to reach down to lift up her skirt and rip off her thong. After unzipping his own pants, Spike lifted Buffy up and then back down onto his throbbing erection.

Spike hissed out a “yes” through clinched teeth as he felt his shaft slide into her while Buffy pulled back to give a involuntary cry of pleasure.

As their mouths hungrily met again, he pulled out to the tip of his cock before sliding back in, with Buffy’s moan adding to his pleasure. Buffy used the wall at her back to her advantage, using it to push off, pressing Spike in deeper.

Their rhythm increased until Buffy tore her mouth free of his, trying to breathe as her orgasm began to build. As she felt like an explosions rocked through her, she threw her head back on the wall giving Spike free access to her neck. And he did bite her, but the bites were a lover’s light nips and kisses on her neck that just increased her exhilaration from their joining.

When she road out the waves of her ecstasy out, she finally came back down only to have another orgasm began to build. And she returned the pleasure, kissing and biting on his neck in return. Spike unnecessarily inhaled in surprise. A slayer biting a vampire was a heady aphrodisiac. Spike growled and increased his pace until he felt her squeezing his shaft again with her second orgasm, causing him to find his own release.

*****

Still pressed against the wall, supported by Spike, Buffy hung onto to him unable to move. Her eyes were closed, and she was feeling thoroughly sated. Since his head was resting on her shoulder, Buffy whispered into his ear, “Spike?”

Spike’s reply was muffled, “Yes, we can do it again but give me a sec or two to recover, luv.”

“No.” Buffy pretended that she was shocked as she jabbed him in the ribs which just made Spike laugh. “That was so *not* what I was going to ask. At least, not yet.” She stopped his laughter by pulling his head back by his hair and placing a quick kiss on his lips. “But I was going to ask if you have anything to drink besides blood or liquor.”

Spike carried Buffy and set her down on a sarcophagus. “What? You think I’m a lush with a blood fetish on the side?”

“Let me think about it…Yeah.” Buffy batted big, innocent eyes at him.

In return Spike attempted a scowl, but he just felt too good to even try for grumpy. Instead, he settled for a dramatic sigh. “Yes, luv, I have something else besides blood or liquor.” Spike pulled away and instantly missed the contact with her. With regret, he zipped up his pants and made his way over to the frig. “Is water acceptable for you highness?”

“It’s great.” Smoothing her skirt down, Buffy rolled onto her back on the cool stone. Thinking over the last couple of hours, sex with Spike had been better than she had ever dreamed, literally. Just as with their fighting, they had been perfectly in sync. But now in the aftermath, she was relieved that the banter that had always existed between them and the ease that they recently felt with each other was still there.

Earlier when she had climbed into his bed uninvited, she had felt like she was taking a small step over a broad chasm, unsure if there would be a bridge beneath her foot or not. But judging from his enthusiasm and how her body felt at that particular moment, the risk was going to pay off. Licking her lips as she watched Spike walk back to her holding a bottle of water, her mouth watered for the vampire more than the drink.

As he handed her the bottle, he sat down next to her on the edge of the sarcophagus. “Here’s you water, luv, or maybe it’s really vodka,” he added with a wink.

After she good-naturedly stuck her tongue out at him, she took the bottle and drank.

“You know that Vodka is odorless and tasteless, don’t cha, pet?”

“Ha, ha.” Buffy smirked and playfully shook some water onto him, thinking she could always lick the droplets off later.

However, Spike’s chuckle at her lightheartedness turned into a yelp of pain. Everywhere the water hit him felt like a piece of burning coal had been dropped on him and was sizzling into his skin. When he whipped his t-shirt off and looked at his upper body, he saw whiffs of smoke rising up from the multiple wounds.

Buffy was horrified when she saw the places where each droplet hit turn into an open sore. As she was still trying to process what was g ong on, Spike dashed for the ladder and disappeared down below, leaving Buffy running to catch up. When she came down the ladder, she couldn’t see Spike, but she could hear him cussing. She found the vampire around a corner in a make-shirt shower, trying to get the water running. The water started flowing just as she was close enough to touch him.

Even as he stood under the stream of water, he started to shuck his boots and then his pants as Buffy grabbed the soap on a shelf and began washing the parts of his upper body that she could reach. Finally naked, he leaned his forehead on the shower wall in front of him, letting the water wash over him and trying to be distracted from the pain by Buffy’s ministrations.

Looking at the front of his chest, Buffy saw ugly, open wounds that stood out sharply in contrast with his pale skin. There were also a few on his legs where the bottled water must have soaked through his jeans. “What happened? What was in the water?”

Spike looked over at her for a moment before closing his eyes again. “You should know, slayer. I have seen you use it on vamps before.”

“Holy water. Someone put a bottle of holy water in your refrigerator?”

“Judging from the fucking pain I’m in now, that wasn’t spring water.”

Buffy’s voice was low and full of emotion as all the ramifications started to sink in. “Spike…If you did drink holy water would it have killed you?”

Keeping his forehead on the wall, Spike shook his head. “I don’t know, luv. Maybe if I drank enough.”

“This is the second attempt. Someone is not only trying but is determined to kill you. And surprise, it’s not me this time.”

Buffy earned a smile for her joke, but she could barely hear Spike’s low voice over the water when he replied. “Looks like some bloody bastard has decided I don’t need to walk this earth anymore.”

Stepping into the shower behind him, she carefully wrapped her arms low around his waist to avoid any sores and pressed herself against his uninjured back. “No prob. We find the coward that is trying to kill you, and we stop him.”

Confused, Spike didn’t know what to make of Buffy trying to help him stay undead. “We?”

“We.” Buffy’s voice was firm, leaving no opening for debate.

The implications of that one word, “we,” just about drove the pain from his body, and whoever the bugger was, he didn’t stand a chance against a master vampire and a slayer. Comforted, Spike smiled as he placed his arm over hers, feeling the water rush over his body and her warmth against his back. No, he would never have been able to keep his promise not to love this woman, especially since he strongly suspected that he already did.

*****

Later, the pair moved out of the shower to lie on the bed. Buffy had slipped out of her wet clothes to let them dry and was lying next to him, cuddled against his back again as he laid on his side, trying to will the sores into healing faster.

“You know, Slayer, that it’s more than likely that your ex-soldier boy is playing these nasty, little pranks on me, don’t you?”

Buffy didn’t want to believe Riley would stoop to these kinds of acts, but she had suspected Riley from the first. “Yes. Since the fire, I’ve been trying to find him. But no one has seen him at his apartment, or where he works, or even at school. It’s like he’s dropped off the face of the earth, or at least the face of Sunnydale.”

Relieved that they were on the same page instead of Buffy defending her ex, Spike passed on his own findings so far. “When I went out and procured this comfy bed, I checked with the two bomb builders here in Sunnydale…”

“And you know the bomb makers in Sunnydale because…?”

“A big bad needs to know things like that, luv.” Despite his pain, Spike had to smile, knowing that he had just earned one of Buffy’s eye rolls. “Anyway, neither had had any orders for that kind of bomb or even someone in to buy the supplies to build one. As for the holy water, I don’t know. He could buy it places, have the bottle blessed by a priest, or any combination of those.”

“So we keep looking,” Buffy said with as much confidence as she could muster, but she knew that both she and Spike each silently finished her sentence. ‘We keep looking before he succeeds.’


TBC