Quid Pro Quo

A/N: Hi. I’m finally back, and let me say that I have some very foul words and names for Comcast. I was off the net for nearly two weeks thanks to them. I felt like someone had cut my arm off. Damn.

Yay! Memory Redux won Best Future Fic Runner Up. Thanks so much to the person that nominated my stories.

So I have this chapter of QPQ ready and another chapter is at my beta. I also am putting the finishing touches on the next chapter of Just A Fling.

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Chapter 18 – Worth the Wait


Angel and Nina, hand in hand, circled around behind the warriors heading out. They mirrored their movements parallel, just as Spike and Buffy were doing on the other side. They moved carefully in the dark, but then they could see light ahead. Angel leaned down next to Nina’s ear. “Maybe this is a key to the puzzle.”

“Let’s hope.” She smiled and her eyes closed when she felt Angel kiss the side of her neck. She loved him so, and the best part was that she knew he loved her. They had stopped making love the last couple of months. That was how much he loved her, and he didn’t what to chance the happiness clause. No chancing the happiness clause bringing forth Angelus who would no doubt kill Nina. Now they kissed, cuddled and he pleasured her. Mostly their love was expressed by their closeness. With such a wonderful man, she would be happy with what she had.

Getting back to business. Angel and Nina hid behind a large, thick tree. What they saw surprised them. A camp. A camp full of Europeans.

“Oh, wow.” Nina’s voice conveyed her excitement. “Judging by their breast plates and helmets with a ridge going down the center, these are Spaniards, conquistadors to be exact.” A light bulb came on for Nina. “That would make these guys we are shadowing Aztecs.”

“And we are with the Aztecs about to surprise attack. That will entail lots of weapons on both sides.” From his vantage point, Angel started looking around the best he could, visually searching the Spainish camp.

Nina pointed to some weapons stockpiled near a tent. “Looks like. If the Aztecs don’t have the gold weapon, the conquistadors should have what we need.”

“Let’s hope.” Angel whistled over to Spike, signaling that he was going to hold his position for now and received Spike’s agreement. “I would rather be on the side that is doing the surprising than be surprised.”

Buffy and Spike’s situation mirrored Angel’s. They were hiding behind a tree next to an incline of earth and foliage, also spying on the conquistadors. Thinking quick on her feet, Buffy made sure that she was standing directly in front of Spike, as close as possible without touching. She made an educated guess that he would reject such an action. But luck was on her side. When one of the conquistadors, who she could have kissed, headed their way, Spike’s arm snaked around Buffy’s bare waist and pulled her back against him, presumably so she wouldn’t be seen. Presumably not. She was pressed against him.

After a few minutes of looking around and then relieving himself, the conquistador walked away, and as if it had a mind of mind of its own, Spike’s hand moved further around her waist and slipped up, touching just under her breasts. When she felt his thumb stroke the underside of her breast, Buffy held her breath, afraid to move. She didn’t know where this was going, but she did know that it was in the right direction. She wanted to snuggle back against him but feared that he would withdraw again.

Then the thumb became a hand rubbing her breast through the leather. And patience paid off. Spike smoothly pulled down the leather covering her chest and cupped the closest mound, this time skin touching skin. He could feel her hard nipple pushing against his hand. He squeezed and kneaded, eliciting a heartfelt moan from Buffy that made him smile. She had always been so responsive to his ministrations.

She heard a “bugger resolve” right before his lips met her neck. Buffy was in heaven, riding on a wave of sensual bliss. He was touching her, caressing her, kissing her. Ah… his hand, his touch sent shivers through her body, quivering in all the right places. And she could feel his stiff shaft pressing against her back. Wanting to give what she was receiving, she moved slightly side to side rubbing against him--especially his rock hard erection--as he teased her nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. She could hear his breath catch. Yes, she was getting to him. She didn’t know it, but she had already broken through his resistance.

Spike had lost it. No more holding back; he didn’t want to examine his feelings. That was for another time. Now he flowed with his desire. His most primitive goal--to get inside of her. They could remain standing, do it doggie style-- ready to break apart if necessary. But no, she deserved better than that for their first coupling in over three years. He wanted to be able to look into her face when he entered her. And there was a big difference now. Now she was willing not only to have sex with him, but she didn’t seem to mind that others knew about her lust for him. Surely Angel and Nina had noticed by now. Angel certainly did. Overall, Buffy wanted him, was willing to chase him, and willing to let others know. Wasn’t that one of the things he had worked so hard to gain in Sunnydale? Yes, and he may be cracked in the head, but he was going to see their coupling in the woods through.

Then his other hand slid down, caressed her stomach, rode on down to her hip, running his finger along the edge of her loin cloth. Buffy groaned. How could he stop there? Desperate, she raised up on the ball of her feet. Yes! His fingers slid a couple of inches down in her loin cloth. She gulped when she felt his fingers gliding through her course curls. That did it. She didn’t care if he pushed her away or what. As fast as she could, she turned in his arms, threw her arms around his neck and using all of her slayer strength, locked her mouth onto his.

Spike was quickly loosing his mind, and he really didn’t care. Her mouth was ambrosia. Touching her breast was like a gift from the gods. After his and Angel’s trip to Rome, he had written off any chance to be with Buffy. That wasn’t quite true. He was fool enough to always have hope. And now, here she was in his arms, which were willingly wrapped tight around him. Oh, how he remembered the taste of her, so sweet but also conveying her underlying power. Her taste was the only taste for him.

Spike held back his moan, but finally any last restraint cracked like a dam and the water flooded through, never to be returned. The kiss wasn’t a gentle one, but a desperate and consuming joining of lips. Open mouthed, their tongues dueled. He could now feel her nipples pressing into his chest. Shifting a little to the side, Spike cupped her breast again, and they broke their kiss. Buffy’s head fell back as she moaned. Spike kissed her delectable neck, making his way up towards her ear. A nip and she let out a throaty groan.

Buffy’s senses were on overload. She had dreamed of this so many times, but usually they were in his crypt or in her bedroom or even down in the basement at her house that he had made home for a time. Once they had been in London on vacation. He was showing her the sites, and they had snuck around every corner to kiss and grope, making each other so aroused that they raced back to their hotel.

Now, during their kissage, she had left her eyes open, reassuring herself that it was him kissing her and not another dream. She soaked in his face-- the distinct scar and his sexy cheek bones.

He was so wrapped up in her that at first Spike didn’t notice that one of Buffy’s hands had moved between them and was now fondling his erection. She rubbed the palm and heel of her hand up and down his shaft through his loin cloth. He moaned into her neck. Her kiss may have been nectar, but her hand on him was heavenly. When he threw his head back, Buffy took the opportunity to return the favor of showering his neck with kisses. She even went so far as nipping above his jugular which caused a loud growl. She licked her lips.

Growing impatient, snaking her hand under his loincloth, Buffy grasped his member, and Spike thought he would come in his leather loincloth. To Buffy even though he was rock hard, he was velvety soft and…warm. Before she had actually enjoyed his coolness, but warm was good too.

His need was white hot. He lifted her up and her legs immediately wrapped around his waist. Her sex made intimate contact with his own through their loin cloth. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck just as tight as her legs were around him. Spike put one hand behind her head to hold her still, devouring her in an intense kiss.

‘I need…I need…I need…’ Buffy thought as she tasted him. She needed him. Buffy was desperate. She hated to admit it, but she was. She desperately needed him to keep doing what he was doing, and oh could he do it well. `His taste was so sweet, and she had missed it so much. She needed him. Only him.

And he wanted her. Couldn’t help but think about the first time they had made love. At least love on his side. And now…now he could have her just the same as before. This time with ease. All he needed to do was make the material between them go away. Skin to skin. Him inside of her. His hard on was painful but sweet all at once.

He took a couple of steps away from the tree, taking her around a mound, blocking them from the view of the camp. He wanted to throw her down and slam inside of her. And that was practically what he did. Freeing himself from his loin cloth and her the same, he lifted her up and down onto his throbbing cock. Once inside, he let them fall onto the slope, covered in undergrowth which cushioned their landing. The fall caused his cock to enter her as far as it could. Their eyes locked. Their gazes conveying their satisfaction with the intimate action.

Still keeping eye contact, Spike began to move. Considering their hunger for each other and what was gong on around them, Spike picked a fast pace. Spike knew that time wasn’t on their side. Any moment now the attack would begin, and they would have to flow with the fighters.

But now wasn’t time to think of Aztecs or Spaniards. He was obsessed. Obsessed with the girl he was joined to.

Buffy couldn’t have asked for more. She didn’t care one bit that she was making love on the jungle floor with people all around. She was in Spike’s arms and that was all that mattered. In and out, pumping her, he filled her. The friction driving her wild.

The joining was fierce but touching at the same time. Spike was almost embarrassed. He was going to come in under three minutes? He at least had to insure that he brought her to climax first. But before he could slip a hand between their bodies to rub her clit, she came. Luckily, he sent her soaring to heaven during the forth minute as his own orgasm shook him.

Buffy thought her eyes would cross from her intense pleasure. She hugged him tight as she came back down. Nervous, she couldn’t stand to see his face with regret written on it. But then he kissed her on the forehead and rubbed his cheek in her hair. Her voice was tentative. “Spike?”

He had to catch his breath before answering. “Yes, luv.”

‘Luv.’ That was a good sign, giving her courage to ask the question she felt compelled to ask. “Spike, do you…will you regret this?”

He pulled back so that he could see her face. She was so very beautiful, an exquisite beauty. He gave her a chaste but heart warming kiss. “No, luv. No regrets here. None.”

There had been no mentioning of feelings, especially not love, and she was bursting with the desire to tell him how much she loved him. But she didn’t think they were quite there yet. Take it one step at a time. “Could we do it again? I mean, when we get back to the temple.”

“Yes, pet, I think we can arrange that…” When they heard movement in the brush, Spike perked up and looked around. He could hear the natives moving forward in the bush. The Aztecs were moving in on the unsuspecting Spaniards. He didn’t find it surprising that they were up against Spaniards. All their excursions on this mission were connected to the area around the pyramid’s location. The natives of different times and even Spain in that the country supplied the area’s invaders. Now they were combining the Spaniards with the Aztecs.

But that wasn’t the problem now. The problem was finding some mysterious gold weapon while not getting killed. Even Angel was in danger of being run through with a wooden pike at the right spot.

On the opposite side of the camp, Spike and Buffy could hear what sounded like cats, maybe jaguars fighting. An excellent diversion. The Aztecs had attacked the Spaniards by first making a superior distraction.

After tucking Nina behind a tree, Angel began his search on his side of the camp for the weapon while Buffy and Spike fanned out. Occasionally they had to do a little hand to hand, but for the most part, the Aztecs were keeping the Europeans busy. They just had to duck sword swipes and dodge flying bodies.

Angel spotted their objective first, a gold pike lying next to one of the tents in the center of the camp. He yelled out to the area in general. “Buffy, Spike, it’s a pike lying next to a tent here in the center. I’m going back for Nina and will meet you back there.”

Buffy heard Angel just fine and relaxed and enjoyed the fight. “Spike?” Her could hear him answer over to the right. “Get your ass over here.”

Spike had taken on two at once. “Keep your shirt on. Kicking arse here. Be there in a sec. Let a bloke have some fun.”

He sounded close so she wasn’t worried. Spike always came back. She easily found the gold pike thanks to Angel’s directions, but didn’t pick it up yet, knowing that when she did, the portal would open. But then she saw Nina and Angel running towards her. “Spike,” she called again but with urgency evident in her volume.

“Coming, bossy bint.” Spike was a little buried under two Spaniards, a minor delay. He hit one in the jaw, and he slumped to the ground.

With Angel and Nina only a few feet from her, Buffy was relieved to hear Spike’s voice near.

Not seeing the distinctive blonde, Nina was immediately concerned. “Where’s Spike?”

“He’ll be here any second. His voice sounded just around that tent.” Regardless of her words, Buffy had trouble convincing herself.

Before their eyes, a Spaniard stepped out of the tent and moved to pick up the pike. Angel and Buffy lunged on instinct. Angel took out the conquistador, and Buffy picked up the golden pike. Buffy’s move was a dreadful error. Still looking for the blonde half breed, Buffy glanced back and saw the portal open, but still no Spike. No, no, no. “Spike!” There was now more than a touch of panic in her voice.

“SPIKE!”