Breaking a Slayer
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Chapter 19
Breaking a Slayer: Chapter 19
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
Distribution: Sure, just let me know.
Feedback: Is always nice.
Rating: NC-17.
Spike swore, thrusting his empty mug of espresso at Angel and racing from the room. Giles, looking seriously nonplussed, kept the dark vampire from following him. "Angel, let him try to calm her down first. If the two of you go together she'll feel you're ganging up on her. Buffy on the defensive is never good."
Angel nodded reluctant agreement. All he had to do was recall the dreadful meeting at his apartment in LA with Faith to know that putting Buffy on the defensive could possibly be deadly. Speaking of which, he decided that Rupert needed to hear his side of that whole fiasco first hand so he knew exactly what he would be dealing with in the days ahead.
*
Buffy was stuffing clothes, dirty and clean alike, into her duffel without a care as to their state. Tears streamed down her face now that she was alone and she shook with the effort of suppressing her cries. She knew that Angel and Spike could hear her from downstairs, they'd done so before. She knuckled the tears away from her eyes and looked hazily around the room for any other possessions. There were none, except her favorite stake, which she grabbed and slipped into the bag, as well.
Suddenly she was borne to the bed by an armful of angry blond vampire.
"You stupid, bloody bint. Did you really think I was gonna let you just scarper off with nary a ta-ta?" Spike was frantically kissing her face, licking at the tears which leaked even faster from her eyes. "Pet, we love you. Both of us bloody well love you. Don't be daft about this. We're not leavin' you, Luv, we're just getting my bloomin head fixed, then we'll be back, right and tight."
Buffy sobbed openly against his chest now, completely out of control. Spike stroked her curls, murmuring endearments and kissing her face over and over. "Luv, don't cry, shush, Baby," he crooned, running gentle hands down her face and rubbing her back as he held her to him.
"You-you're getting the chip out and you'll be all 'grr-argh' and I'll have to stake you and I don't know if I can anymore and it'll be as bad as Angelus and I can't do it again…" her voice trailed off into harsher sobbing and he realized how frightened and alshe she was.
"Hush, Baby. Angel may have no self-control, but I didn't bloody kill *my* family."
She looked up at him from blurry eyes and his undead heart leapt into his throat. *Oh, the tenderness he felt for this shining woman. How could he ever leave her, even for a few days?*
"'Tis true, Buffy. I left me mum right alone; blinkin' Angelus didn't even know she existed, and I kept it that way. Dunno whether it was just that his sire was a psychopathic bitch or if it was him, but I didn't want any part of that kin slaughtering thing."
He kissed her again and this time she respondeakinaking comfort in the gentleness of his t and and the abandon he could make her feel. Spike pushed her back into the soft covers and slid eager hands up under her shirts. "Why d'you have to hide yourself away like this, Pet?" he muttered, kissing her soft belly and toned abs before slipping his skillful hands higher to tease her rounded breasts.
Buffy sighed and relaxed into his touch, moaning in pleasure as he fastened blunt teeth around one nipple and sucked it into his cool mouth. Spike laved it with his tongue, pulling and tugging at the pebbled peak until Buffy thought she'd burst. Then he switched his attention to the other breast and bolts of pleasure shot from nipple to clit and back again.
His hands moved lower, pushing at the loose sweats until they slid from her slender hips. Spike moved between Buffy's legs and licked at her gently, coaxing her to give herself to him without hesitation. She did just that, arching into his mouth and moaning in delight at the pleasure he brought her to again and again. Satisfied that she was ready for him, he moved up her body and plunged himself deep within her.
Buffy groaned in ecstasy and met him thrust for thrust, their coupling moving from tender to frantic as they each neared completion. Spike stayed away from her neck, contentingselfself with sucking and nipping at her nipples. At last, though, he felt his climax coming and slipped to game face uncontrollably. He turned his face from her, not wanting to ree the the Slayer with his true face, but she pulled him to her and kissed him. Skillfully sliding her tongue between his sharp incisors, Buffy bit at Spike's mouth before purposefully slicing her tongue open. Spike moaned and came as the Slayer fed him her own blood and his hand moved low on her body to tease her clit until she, too, plummeted over the edge into bliss.
Sucking the last of the blood from her fast-healing mouth, Spike groaned with pleasure and curled to the side of her. "Pet, if that was incentive to come back, color me here seconds after the surgery," he sighed.
Buffy smiled shyly at him, still certain that neither male would return to her, but happy in her ability to keep at least one of them physically satisfied.
Spike sensed her doubts and returned to kissing her possessively, trying without words to convince her that she was worth returning to. He'd never realized how insecure the Slayer was, but had learned that she expected abandonment from anyone who became close to her. *First her father, then her first Watcher, her boyfriend, Pike, and Satan knows, my pillock of a sire blew that little quirk into a full-fledged obsession in her,* he thought. He continued kissing her softly, until an ominous growl interrupted them.
*
Angel related his confrontation with Buffy to Giles in short clipped sentences, unsparing of himself in the recitation. Giles listened intently, but pointed out to the guilt-stricken vampire that it hadn't all been his fault. "Buffy was certainly intent on revenge, not just justice, Angel," Giles noted. "Had it not been for Faith's egregious misuse of Buffy's body, of which you knew nothing, you would have been perfectly to rights in castigating her for her single-minded pursuit of Faith. It's not allowed for a slayer to become so fixated on punishing a single person."
Angel sighed, "Regardless, Giles, I handled it badly and Buffy was totally alone at the worst point in her entire life. I'm grateful that she has you to help her now. She needs someone human to ease her back into life. She's lived at night for two months now and it's killing something within her to turn her back like this on her life. I love her too much to allow her to do that."
His attention was distracted by the sounds that began to issue from the upper level of the mansion. Angel knew that Giles couldn't distinguish them, but he was uncomfortably aware of precisely what was going on. His childe was trespassing again, and with Giles there, Angel could do nothing about it, but grit his teeth and attempt to make pleasant conversation now that the important details had been related.
He knew how traumatic even entering the mansion must be for the Watcher, and he gave Rupert full points for even deigning to speak with him in the very place where his alter ego had so brutally tortured the man.
Finally, though, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, as his mate's cries of completion became loud enough that surely even the Watcher was bound to notice them. Giles seemed oblivious, sipping at his tea with great relish and dumping clotted cream on yet another scone. Angel excused himself to "check on Spike" and took the stairs three at a time once out of the Watcher's sight.
He reached the top of the stairs and strode quickly to Buffy's room, opening the door and moving inside, before glancing up. He pushed the door shut a bit too hard as he growled under his breath at the sight of his childe and mate intimately intertwined and kissing. Their scents filled the air…arousal, completion and blood mixing in a heady bouquet. They looked up guiltily at his entrance, breaking apart and staring at him.
Angel lunged for the bed, pushing Spike away from Buffy with one meaty paw while he clutched his mate to him with the other. "I'm not leaving you, Buffy, so don't even think it," he commanded as he leaned to press kisses on her tear-stained face. She sighed sadly and clutched him to her as he rained gentle kisses and nips on her face and neck before moving his mouth to his mark. He grazed it with his teeth and Buffy moaned in want, catapulted into passion again by her mate's touch.
Angel vamped and sank his teeth into Buffy's neck with slow tender pressure and she gasped in pain that quickly transmuted to unbearable pleasure. She thrashed against him as he sipped gently from her, renewing and strengthening their bond before pulling back, unwilling to drink too much from her. He licked the wound closed with gentle touches of his tongue, grateful for her taste and touch to see him through the trials ahead with his childe. The three set themselves to rights and returned downstairs to the Watcher, who wisely did not inquire what could possibly have take so long, or cause all three of them to become so flushed.
Giles and Buffy climbed into his ancient Citroen with her bag and drove away, leaving Angel and Spike to pack whatever they considered essential for their trip to LA that night.
To be continued…
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Spoilers/Ships: This is AU. Buffy/Spike/Angel.
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Rating: NC-17.
Spike swore, thrusting his empty mug of espresso at Angel and racing from the room. Giles, looking seriously nonplussed, kept the dark vampire from following him. "Angel, let him try to calm her down first. If the two of you go together she'll feel you're ganging up on her. Buffy on the defensive is never good."
Angel nodded reluctant agreement. All he had to do was recall the dreadful meeting at his apartment in LA with Faith to know that putting Buffy on the defensive could possibly be deadly. Speaking of which, he decided that Rupert needed to hear his side of that whole fiasco first hand so he knew exactly what he would be dealing with in the days ahead.
*
Buffy was stuffing clothes, dirty and clean alike, into her duffel without a care as to their state. Tears streamed down her face now that she was alone and she shook with the effort of suppressing her cries. She knew that Angel and Spike could hear her from downstairs, they'd done so before. She knuckled the tears away from her eyes and looked hazily around the room for any other possessions. There were none, except her favorite stake, which she grabbed and slipped into the bag, as well.
Suddenly she was borne to the bed by an armful of angry blond vampire.
"You stupid, bloody bint. Did you really think I was gonna let you just scarper off with nary a ta-ta?" Spike was frantically kissing her face, licking at the tears which leaked even faster from her eyes. "Pet, we love you. Both of us bloody well love you. Don't be daft about this. We're not leavin' you, Luv, we're just getting my bloomin head fixed, then we'll be back, right and tight."
Buffy sobbed openly against his chest now, completely out of control. Spike stroked her curls, murmuring endearments and kissing her face over and over. "Luv, don't cry, shush, Baby," he crooned, running gentle hands down her face and rubbing her back as he held her to him.
"You-you're getting the chip out and you'll be all 'grr-argh' and I'll have to stake you and I don't know if I can anymore and it'll be as bad as Angelus and I can't do it again…" her voice trailed off into harsher sobbing and he realized how frightened and alshe she was.
"Hush, Baby. Angel may have no self-control, but I didn't bloody kill *my* family."
She looked up at him from blurry eyes and his undead heart leapt into his throat. *Oh, the tenderness he felt for this shining woman. How could he ever leave her, even for a few days?*
"'Tis true, Buffy. I left me mum right alone; blinkin' Angelus didn't even know she existed, and I kept it that way. Dunno whether it was just that his sire was a psychopathic bitch or if it was him, but I didn't want any part of that kin slaughtering thing."
He kissed her again and this time she respondeakinaking comfort in the gentleness of his t and and the abandon he could make her feel. Spike pushed her back into the soft covers and slid eager hands up under her shirts. "Why d'you have to hide yourself away like this, Pet?" he muttered, kissing her soft belly and toned abs before slipping his skillful hands higher to tease her rounded breasts.
Buffy sighed and relaxed into his touch, moaning in pleasure as he fastened blunt teeth around one nipple and sucked it into his cool mouth. Spike laved it with his tongue, pulling and tugging at the pebbled peak until Buffy thought she'd burst. Then he switched his attention to the other breast and bolts of pleasure shot from nipple to clit and back again.
His hands moved lower, pushing at the loose sweats until they slid from her slender hips. Spike moved between Buffy's legs and licked at her gently, coaxing her to give herself to him without hesitation. She did just that, arching into his mouth and moaning in delight at the pleasure he brought her to again and again. Satisfied that she was ready for him, he moved up her body and plunged himself deep within her.
Buffy groaned in ecstasy and met him thrust for thrust, their coupling moving from tender to frantic as they each neared completion. Spike stayed away from her neck, contentingselfself with sucking and nipping at her nipples. At last, though, he felt his climax coming and slipped to game face uncontrollably. He turned his face from her, not wanting to ree the the Slayer with his true face, but she pulled him to her and kissed him. Skillfully sliding her tongue between his sharp incisors, Buffy bit at Spike's mouth before purposefully slicing her tongue open. Spike moaned and came as the Slayer fed him her own blood and his hand moved low on her body to tease her clit until she, too, plummeted over the edge into bliss.
Sucking the last of the blood from her fast-healing mouth, Spike groaned with pleasure and curled to the side of her. "Pet, if that was incentive to come back, color me here seconds after the surgery," he sighed.
Buffy smiled shyly at him, still certain that neither male would return to her, but happy in her ability to keep at least one of them physically satisfied.
Spike sensed her doubts and returned to kissing her possessively, trying without words to convince her that she was worth returning to. He'd never realized how insecure the Slayer was, but had learned that she expected abandonment from anyone who became close to her. *First her father, then her first Watcher, her boyfriend, Pike, and Satan knows, my pillock of a sire blew that little quirk into a full-fledged obsession in her,* he thought. He continued kissing her softly, until an ominous growl interrupted them.
*
Angel related his confrontation with Buffy to Giles in short clipped sentences, unsparing of himself in the recitation. Giles listened intently, but pointed out to the guilt-stricken vampire that it hadn't all been his fault. "Buffy was certainly intent on revenge, not just justice, Angel," Giles noted. "Had it not been for Faith's egregious misuse of Buffy's body, of which you knew nothing, you would have been perfectly to rights in castigating her for her single-minded pursuit of Faith. It's not allowed for a slayer to become so fixated on punishing a single person."
Angel sighed, "Regardless, Giles, I handled it badly and Buffy was totally alone at the worst point in her entire life. I'm grateful that she has you to help her now. She needs someone human to ease her back into life. She's lived at night for two months now and it's killing something within her to turn her back like this on her life. I love her too much to allow her to do that."
His attention was distracted by the sounds that began to issue from the upper level of the mansion. Angel knew that Giles couldn't distinguish them, but he was uncomfortably aware of precisely what was going on. His childe was trespassing again, and with Giles there, Angel could do nothing about it, but grit his teeth and attempt to make pleasant conversation now that the important details had been related.
He knew how traumatic even entering the mansion must be for the Watcher, and he gave Rupert full points for even deigning to speak with him in the very place where his alter ego had so brutally tortured the man.
Finally, though, he couldn't restrain himself any longer, as his mate's cries of completion became loud enough that surely even the Watcher was bound to notice them. Giles seemed oblivious, sipping at his tea with great relish and dumping clotted cream on yet another scone. Angel excused himself to "check on Spike" and took the stairs three at a time once out of the Watcher's sight.
He reached the top of the stairs and strode quickly to Buffy's room, opening the door and moving inside, before glancing up. He pushed the door shut a bit too hard as he growled under his breath at the sight of his childe and mate intimately intertwined and kissing. Their scents filled the air…arousal, completion and blood mixing in a heady bouquet. They looked up guiltily at his entrance, breaking apart and staring at him.
Angel lunged for the bed, pushing Spike away from Buffy with one meaty paw while he clutched his mate to him with the other. "I'm not leaving you, Buffy, so don't even think it," he commanded as he leaned to press kisses on her tear-stained face. She sighed sadly and clutched him to her as he rained gentle kisses and nips on her face and neck before moving his mouth to his mark. He grazed it with his teeth and Buffy moaned in want, catapulted into passion again by her mate's touch.
Angel vamped and sank his teeth into Buffy's neck with slow tender pressure and she gasped in pain that quickly transmuted to unbearable pleasure. She thrashed against him as he sipped gently from her, renewing and strengthening their bond before pulling back, unwilling to drink too much from her. He licked the wound closed with gentle touches of his tongue, grateful for her taste and touch to see him through the trials ahead with his childe. The three set themselves to rights and returned downstairs to the Watcher, who wisely did not inquire what could possibly have take so long, or cause all three of them to become so flushed.
Giles and Buffy climbed into his ancient Citroen with her bag and drove away, leaving Angel and Spike to pack whatever they considered essential for their trip to LA that night.
To be continued…