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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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16
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Chapter 11
'Member how I said Angel was an ass? You don't know the half of it.
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Chapter 11
Buffy woke with the sun shining into her bedroom. She sat up on her elbows and looked at her lover sleeping next to her. His hair was mussed and flattened in places, arms wrapped around his pillow, lips slightly apart with his breathing. Perfect. After a few moments, she saw his eyes open: sleepy blue eyes above a sleepy grin.
He grumbled deep in his chest and buried his face into his pillow. He blindly threw an arm out and grabbed her, pulling her to him. He smacked his lips and cuddled her instead of his pillow, and nuzzled her neck. Buffy sighed, content.
“Kufuh.”
“What?”
Spike picked his head up from her neck and kissed her forehead. “Coffee. Let’s get dressed and get some.”
“Babe, I have coffee here. No need to go spend a fortune.”
“Want to show my girl off. And they have these bloody marvelous scones downtown. Only place I’ve found with anythin’ decent to eat with coffee.”
My girl. Oh, she liked the sound of that. To be honest, she liked the sound of anything coming from his mouth, but the thought of being his thrilled her. “Give me five minutes.”
She bounded up and ran to the bathroom to get ready. True to her word, five minutes later she was jangling her keys. Spike yawned, stretched, pulled a T-shirt on and ran his hands through his mussed blonde curls. He tapped the brim of her ball cap, gave her bum a pinch, and said, “lead the way, love.”
She grinned when he mock saluted her, and laughed when he grabbed her ponytail behind her. They got into her car and he lay his head on her shoulder as they backed down the driveway. “I wish every day started off this great,” Buffy mused.
Spike looked at her with a dreamy smile. “Who’s to say it can’t?”
*******************
Angel woke up late. He had arranged for a wake up call at 6 AM, but the clock/ radio showed it was 7:30. He had to be dressed and ready for his presentation in 30 minutes. He picked up the phone to bitch at the front desk for not calling him, but remembered that he was running late.
He threw his tie around his neck, slid into his shoes and made a quick check to make sure he had everything packed in his overnight bag. He grabbed his briefcase and ran out the door with 10 minutes to get to the Manhattan office.
****
He felt that he had given a good case for an acquisition of a series of downtown restaurants. He and his team had poured over the data and models for weeks showing every possible cost and profit that could be squeezed out of the deal. And the best thing was no one knew the restaurants were in trouble, which meant William “fucking my wife in MY bed” Bloodgood knew nothing about it. Worthingham and Fife, LLP were sure to get them. He had narrowly saved his ass.
*Now off to home to kick some.*
He headed for LaGuardia, and his flight home to straighten things out with the missus.
********************
Buffy and Spike had spent the better part of the morning sitting in a café, reading the paper and drinking coffee. Spike taught Buffy about clotted cream and scones. She had turned nos nose up at the cream, but Spike’s insistence that she wouldn’t “gain a hundred pounds” if she tasted it got her to try. “Don’t mind you staying lean, pet, but for fuck’s sake eat some food.”
He had taken her on a tour of some of the places he had bought, including the restaurant/ club were they had their second encounter, and the bar where they met. He told her about his family, how his mother had died and left him the family fortune. How he wasn’t interested in living up to the English standard of aristocracy. He had set up several different trusts and allowed his lawyers and financiers to handle the drudgery of business work.
“Life’s too short, you know? My mum lived with regret. My father was a bit of a cad, and didn’t treat her right. But he was a Bloodgood, so she turned a blind eye. She was her happiest after he died. It’s a terrible way to live your life, you know? That’s why I hate seeing you being treated this way. It’s just - life’s too short.”
He had his hand on the back of her seat and was tracing the line of her neck with his finger. She thought about what he had said. And how he made her feel. She had confidence in herself now. Spike made her feel interesting, desirable, and more importantly: happy. Spike sat back and watched her brain figure out what her heart already knew. That it was time to go.
“Buffy, I’m not telling you to leave him and come live with me. Hang on, yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.” She smiled. “Just make yourself happy. Anyone with eyes in his head can tell that you’ve not been happy.”
“Until now.”
He felt his heart swell in his chest. “That’s right, love. Same here.”
They drove back to her house and began to make her plans. “Everything here is his. He sold all of my things to buy his car. Once he started making money he bought this house and filled it up. Since I wasn’t working anymore, it’s all his.” She looked around her house and saw furniture and paintings, lamps and tables that meant nothing to her.
“Pet, just grab your toothbrush.”
“I can’t. I need clothes. It’s not like I have any money.”
“I have money. It’s just things. We’ll get what you need. Come with me now. Before he gets here.”
“I can’t, Spike. For whatever he’s become, he did mean something to me once. I owe him an explanation if nothing else.”
Spike felt an overwhelming sense of dread. He had seen the asshole’s temper, and that was over a dress and refusal to play tea. “I’m staying here. I’ll be here to support you when you tell him to piss off.”
Buffy laughed. “That would so not be a good thing. I kind of want some time to be by myself before he gets here. Can you understand?”
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, then pulled her into a tight hug. “I don’t like it, but I’ll do it if you want me to.”
“I do. But can you come get me at 8? I’m not taking my car. He bought it, used it as a reward or punishment, and I don’t want it.”
“I’ll be outside at 7:50.” She laughed, but was stopped by the force of his mouth on hers. His hands were buried in her hair, pulling her head back and opening her mouth further to him.
“I’ll be here, “ he whispered. She stood in the door with her fingers on her swollen lips and watched him drive away. Buffy closed the door and headed for her closet to pack what she felt she needed to start a new life.
*********************
Angel was standing in the shadow of the neighbor’s trees and watched Spike pull away. He stowed his bags on the porch and silently opened the door. *Daddy’s home.*
Buffy was rummaging in the bottom of her chest of drawers and didn’t see the shoes step behind her. She did, however, feel the hand that came out of nowhere and slapped her cheek, knocking her head into the dresser. Her legs scrambled to find their footing and she saw her irate husband looming over her, fists in the air.
“Hey, sweety. Miss me?”
“Angel! What the- what’s ...?” She struggled to catch her breath, one hand creeping up to her cheek to feel the swelling that already was there.
“Been busy while I was gone?”
He knew. This was not how Buffy had ever pictured telling her husband about her lover. She thought he’d be mad, call her names, but never hit her.
“Angel - how did...? What do you know?”
Angel picked her up by her forearms and threw her on the bed. “Let’s see. Some asshole fucking LIMEY is ruining my job, and I found out that he’s also been fucking my WIFE!” he roared. “And that I really can’t take a nap on a transcontinental flight, but that’s a little off topic, wouldn’t you say?”
“Angel, “ she was pleading, trying to keep her voice under control, “you know that it hasn’t been good in a long time with us. It’s just over. It’sriblrible, but it’s over. You know it is.” She was trying to back away on the bed, but he came closer.
“You want to know what’s horrible? Seeing some asshole fucking my wife. Seeing her writhe on the bed like a two dollar whore getting five bucks a trick. That’s pretty goddamn horrible.”
“You are the one who told me to find someone else for sex. You can’t be bothered. Hell, you can’t even get it up!” Her voice was nearing hysteria, and Angel was next to the bed now.
“Funny thing I realized. Just thinking you’re sex crazed made me not want you. Somehow, seeing that you are a dirty little whore changed it. Let’s see what I can do with you now.” He had unbuckled his pants and was climbing over her on the bed, pining her arms down to her sides.
“Come on, Buffy. You like to fuck. Let’s fuck, sweetheart.” His voice had a sing-song quality that made her sick.
She was struggling on the bed, but he was so much larger than her. He held her arms down and forced his tongue deep into her mouth, making her gag. Roughly he grabbed at her breasts, at her groin. He dug his crotch into hers, proving the potency of the control he had over her was the missing link. She was beginning to panic, tears running down her face. *Spike. God, Spike.*
She willed his face to her mind, effectively calming her down and ending her struggles.
“That’s right. You know you want it, bitch.” He had a crazed look about his face, tongue hanging out, mouth slack, and he let go of one of her arms to reach down and stroke himself, getting ready to enter her. Big mistake.
Buffy slid her arm over her breast and shoved up hard with the flat of her hand under the bridge of his nose. She heard a satisfying crunch, and Angel rolled to the side, clutching his face, blood trickling down through his fingers. She grabbed her purse from atop the dresser, left her bag and ran for the door.
“Pet? I saw the door was unlocked. I know I said I’d go and be back later, but I -.” He saw the wild look on her face, her clothes askew. “What the fucking hell...”
“Angel. He’s here! He knows, oh God, Spike, we have to go!”
He held her by the shoulders, “what do you mean? Did he hurt you? Baby, did he hurt you? I’ll fucking murder the son of a bitch!” Spike was clenching his teeth so tightly that the muscles in his face were bulging with barely controlled rage.
“Spike, I think I broke his nose. He’s back there. We have to go!”
“That’s right, fucking go. Goddamn bitch broke my nose. Get the fuck out!” Angel staggered out of the bedroom holding his face, eyes crazed. “Take her. Take fucking everything, you piece of shit. You have all but fucked my chances of making partner or getting anywhere. Filthy little whore and her limey cock-sucking piece of shit in my ass!”
Spike gently guided Buffy out the door with instructions to get in the car and lock the door. Buffy looked frightened, but Spike gave her a sweet smile, and told her to go.
He turned his head to look at the motherfr thr that dared to lay a hand on his girl. “I’d beat toly oly living shit out of you, if I didn’t worry about how upset that would make her. But I know where it counts with you. I’m going to take everything: your lovely wife that you don’t deserve, your job, , and any chance for a career. How perfect that I can.hopehope you like pushing a broom. Or perhaps digging ditches?” He backed out the door with a swagger and a grin on his lips. “I took everything away from you. Remember that.” And let the door close with a bang.
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More? I can't leave it there, either.
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Chapter 11
Buffy woke with the sun shining into her bedroom. She sat up on her elbows and looked at her lover sleeping next to her. His hair was mussed and flattened in places, arms wrapped around his pillow, lips slightly apart with his breathing. Perfect. After a few moments, she saw his eyes open: sleepy blue eyes above a sleepy grin.
He grumbled deep in his chest and buried his face into his pillow. He blindly threw an arm out and grabbed her, pulling her to him. He smacked his lips and cuddled her instead of his pillow, and nuzzled her neck. Buffy sighed, content.
“Kufuh.”
“What?”
Spike picked his head up from her neck and kissed her forehead. “Coffee. Let’s get dressed and get some.”
“Babe, I have coffee here. No need to go spend a fortune.”
“Want to show my girl off. And they have these bloody marvelous scones downtown. Only place I’ve found with anythin’ decent to eat with coffee.”
My girl. Oh, she liked the sound of that. To be honest, she liked the sound of anything coming from his mouth, but the thought of being his thrilled her. “Give me five minutes.”
She bounded up and ran to the bathroom to get ready. True to her word, five minutes later she was jangling her keys. Spike yawned, stretched, pulled a T-shirt on and ran his hands through his mussed blonde curls. He tapped the brim of her ball cap, gave her bum a pinch, and said, “lead the way, love.”
She grinned when he mock saluted her, and laughed when he grabbed her ponytail behind her. They got into her car and he lay his head on her shoulder as they backed down the driveway. “I wish every day started off this great,” Buffy mused.
Spike looked at her with a dreamy smile. “Who’s to say it can’t?”
*******************
Angel woke up late. He had arranged for a wake up call at 6 AM, but the clock/ radio showed it was 7:30. He had to be dressed and ready for his presentation in 30 minutes. He picked up the phone to bitch at the front desk for not calling him, but remembered that he was running late.
He threw his tie around his neck, slid into his shoes and made a quick check to make sure he had everything packed in his overnight bag. He grabbed his briefcase and ran out the door with 10 minutes to get to the Manhattan office.
****
He felt that he had given a good case for an acquisition of a series of downtown restaurants. He and his team had poured over the data and models for weeks showing every possible cost and profit that could be squeezed out of the deal. And the best thing was no one knew the restaurants were in trouble, which meant William “fucking my wife in MY bed” Bloodgood knew nothing about it. Worthingham and Fife, LLP were sure to get them. He had narrowly saved his ass.
*Now off to home to kick some.*
He headed for LaGuardia, and his flight home to straighten things out with the missus.
********************
Buffy and Spike had spent the better part of the morning sitting in a café, reading the paper and drinking coffee. Spike taught Buffy about clotted cream and scones. She had turned nos nose up at the cream, but Spike’s insistence that she wouldn’t “gain a hundred pounds” if she tasted it got her to try. “Don’t mind you staying lean, pet, but for fuck’s sake eat some food.”
He had taken her on a tour of some of the places he had bought, including the restaurant/ club were they had their second encounter, and the bar where they met. He told her about his family, how his mother had died and left him the family fortune. How he wasn’t interested in living up to the English standard of aristocracy. He had set up several different trusts and allowed his lawyers and financiers to handle the drudgery of business work.
“Life’s too short, you know? My mum lived with regret. My father was a bit of a cad, and didn’t treat her right. But he was a Bloodgood, so she turned a blind eye. She was her happiest after he died. It’s a terrible way to live your life, you know? That’s why I hate seeing you being treated this way. It’s just - life’s too short.”
He had his hand on the back of her seat and was tracing the line of her neck with his finger. She thought about what he had said. And how he made her feel. She had confidence in herself now. Spike made her feel interesting, desirable, and more importantly: happy. Spike sat back and watched her brain figure out what her heart already knew. That it was time to go.
“Buffy, I’m not telling you to leave him and come live with me. Hang on, yes, that is exactly what I’m saying.” She smiled. “Just make yourself happy. Anyone with eyes in his head can tell that you’ve not been happy.”
“Until now.”
He felt his heart swell in his chest. “That’s right, love. Same here.”
They drove back to her house and began to make her plans. “Everything here is his. He sold all of my things to buy his car. Once he started making money he bought this house and filled it up. Since I wasn’t working anymore, it’s all his.” She looked around her house and saw furniture and paintings, lamps and tables that meant nothing to her.
“Pet, just grab your toothbrush.”
“I can’t. I need clothes. It’s not like I have any money.”
“I have money. It’s just things. We’ll get what you need. Come with me now. Before he gets here.”
“I can’t, Spike. For whatever he’s become, he did mean something to me once. I owe him an explanation if nothing else.”
Spike felt an overwhelming sense of dread. He had seen the asshole’s temper, and that was over a dress and refusal to play tea. “I’m staying here. I’ll be here to support you when you tell him to piss off.”
Buffy laughed. “That would so not be a good thing. I kind of want some time to be by myself before he gets here. Can you understand?”
He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, then pulled her into a tight hug. “I don’t like it, but I’ll do it if you want me to.”
“I do. But can you come get me at 8? I’m not taking my car. He bought it, used it as a reward or punishment, and I don’t want it.”
“I’ll be outside at 7:50.” She laughed, but was stopped by the force of his mouth on hers. His hands were buried in her hair, pulling her head back and opening her mouth further to him.
“I’ll be here, “ he whispered. She stood in the door with her fingers on her swollen lips and watched him drive away. Buffy closed the door and headed for her closet to pack what she felt she needed to start a new life.
*********************
Angel was standing in the shadow of the neighbor’s trees and watched Spike pull away. He stowed his bags on the porch and silently opened the door. *Daddy’s home.*
Buffy was rummaging in the bottom of her chest of drawers and didn’t see the shoes step behind her. She did, however, feel the hand that came out of nowhere and slapped her cheek, knocking her head into the dresser. Her legs scrambled to find their footing and she saw her irate husband looming over her, fists in the air.
“Hey, sweety. Miss me?”
“Angel! What the- what’s ...?” She struggled to catch her breath, one hand creeping up to her cheek to feel the swelling that already was there.
“Been busy while I was gone?”
He knew. This was not how Buffy had ever pictured telling her husband about her lover. She thought he’d be mad, call her names, but never hit her.
“Angel - how did...? What do you know?”
Angel picked her up by her forearms and threw her on the bed. “Let’s see. Some asshole fucking LIMEY is ruining my job, and I found out that he’s also been fucking my WIFE!” he roared. “And that I really can’t take a nap on a transcontinental flight, but that’s a little off topic, wouldn’t you say?”
“Angel, “ she was pleading, trying to keep her voice under control, “you know that it hasn’t been good in a long time with us. It’s just over. It’sriblrible, but it’s over. You know it is.” She was trying to back away on the bed, but he came closer.
“You want to know what’s horrible? Seeing some asshole fucking my wife. Seeing her writhe on the bed like a two dollar whore getting five bucks a trick. That’s pretty goddamn horrible.”
“You are the one who told me to find someone else for sex. You can’t be bothered. Hell, you can’t even get it up!” Her voice was nearing hysteria, and Angel was next to the bed now.
“Funny thing I realized. Just thinking you’re sex crazed made me not want you. Somehow, seeing that you are a dirty little whore changed it. Let’s see what I can do with you now.” He had unbuckled his pants and was climbing over her on the bed, pining her arms down to her sides.
“Come on, Buffy. You like to fuck. Let’s fuck, sweetheart.” His voice had a sing-song quality that made her sick.
She was struggling on the bed, but he was so much larger than her. He held her arms down and forced his tongue deep into her mouth, making her gag. Roughly he grabbed at her breasts, at her groin. He dug his crotch into hers, proving the potency of the control he had over her was the missing link. She was beginning to panic, tears running down her face. *Spike. God, Spike.*
She willed his face to her mind, effectively calming her down and ending her struggles.
“That’s right. You know you want it, bitch.” He had a crazed look about his face, tongue hanging out, mouth slack, and he let go of one of her arms to reach down and stroke himself, getting ready to enter her. Big mistake.
Buffy slid her arm over her breast and shoved up hard with the flat of her hand under the bridge of his nose. She heard a satisfying crunch, and Angel rolled to the side, clutching his face, blood trickling down through his fingers. She grabbed her purse from atop the dresser, left her bag and ran for the door.
“Pet? I saw the door was unlocked. I know I said I’d go and be back later, but I -.” He saw the wild look on her face, her clothes askew. “What the fucking hell...”
“Angel. He’s here! He knows, oh God, Spike, we have to go!”
He held her by the shoulders, “what do you mean? Did he hurt you? Baby, did he hurt you? I’ll fucking murder the son of a bitch!” Spike was clenching his teeth so tightly that the muscles in his face were bulging with barely controlled rage.
“Spike, I think I broke his nose. He’s back there. We have to go!”
“That’s right, fucking go. Goddamn bitch broke my nose. Get the fuck out!” Angel staggered out of the bedroom holding his face, eyes crazed. “Take her. Take fucking everything, you piece of shit. You have all but fucked my chances of making partner or getting anywhere. Filthy little whore and her limey cock-sucking piece of shit in my ass!”
Spike gently guided Buffy out the door with instructions to get in the car and lock the door. Buffy looked frightened, but Spike gave her a sweet smile, and told her to go.
He turned his head to look at the motherfr thr that dared to lay a hand on his girl. “I’d beat toly oly living shit out of you, if I didn’t worry about how upset that would make her. But I know where it counts with you. I’m going to take everything: your lovely wife that you don’t deserve, your job, , and any chance for a career. How perfect that I can.hopehope you like pushing a broom. Or perhaps digging ditches?” He backed out the door with a swagger and a grin on his lips. “I took everything away from you. Remember that.” And let the door close with a bang.
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More? I can't leave it there, either.