With a Little Help

A/N at the end.

Chapter 21 – Lucky Number


*******

When they heard Buffy yell from upstairs, nothing break and then heard a door shut, everyone figured tthe the party had started early. Their party of two, that is. Willow smiled. “Well, I’m going to assume that was the beginning of an eyeful instead of the fighting.”

Everyone was laughing at Willow’s joke when Multok and Shel arrived through a window, literally through the window’s glass and on into the living room. “Good afternoon, ladies. Shel and I have come ready to party. I think we are missing something judging by the flush and giddy looks on your faces. What excitement do you have going on? The The condensed version of the last hour didn’t take long but tickled Shel and Multok greatly. “So Spike finally told Buffy he loved her. Good. That’s long overdue.”

Shel shook her head. “How did Buffy not know. Spike might as well been carrying a red neon sign.” A quick survey of the room told thatthat the occupants readily agreed. ‘Why had Buffy been so blind? Why, I even figured it out while I wasn’t being embarrassed, that is.’

Loving a good opportunity, Multok rubbed his hand together. “So let’s get this party going, and let’s start with a little fun.”
Ten minutes later, Multok was taking bets on how many orgasms would be achieved upstairs before the pair came down. Will and Tara were first shocked but finally warmed up to the outrageous subject of the bet. Dawn was at gross factor ten but was firstplacplace her bet of one with a strong eeww. She was mostly wishing, and she knew it. Buffy and Spike just weren’t the type to stop at just one. Tara took two since one was already spoken for, and Willow bet four, because she felt luckier with an even number.

“Since Shel and I have seen them in action, we’re taking six and maybe more.”

Willow quickly figured out the math. “No way. That would mean they wouldn’t come down for hours.”

“And your point is?...I was tempted to bet six hours instead of six orgasms.”

*****

“Get your pale but sexy ass up and get dressed.”

Dawn would have been happy because upstairs Buffy was dressing, but Spike was still naked, lying on the bed. Only one orgasm. So far.

“Get up. Everybody should be here by now.”

Spike squirmed around, finding just the right, comfortable position while looking enticing. “I’m just getting comfortable. Besides you just have your knickers twisted because you didn’t say you loved me before I did.”

“Pft, conceited much?” Buffy slid her shirt down over her head.

“Ok then, you’re jealous of my pale but sexy ass.”

“That’s it.” Buffy pulled up her skirt with harsh actions punctuating her words. “I am so going to stake your dead ass.”
Spike patted his hand over his mouth. “Painfully bored here. Like I haven’t heard that one before, luv. Go ahead and stake me or shut that moist, hot mouth up. Or better yet, come here, and I’ll shut it for you.”

Buffy could feel herself getting wet with desire, but no way was she letting him know that. Hand on hip, Buffy looked defiant. “How about I kick your pale and sexy ass out of my bed for say like the next year?”

Spike stood up and slowly started moving towards her. He knew that they were no longer talking about getting dressed and going downstairs. “No problem there either. Actually this was novel tonight. We don’t seem to keep to a bed very often anyway.”

“Grrh. Ok, no sex at all.” Buffy held her ground. “That’s no part of you touching any part of me.”

Putting his hand to his chest, Spike took a step back as if pained. Nope, this was a test, unconscious or not. Buffy was testing to see how serious he was before she exposed her emotions. He was willing to bet his DeSoto on it. And he would bet his duster that he would win the test. “Now, ducks, you’re hitting below the belt. That is of course if I was wearing a belt, which I’m not.” He started forward again and his leer changed to all fuzzy emotions. “I was serious Slayer. I don’t care about that bleedin’ promise.”

She didn’t answer until he was only a foot away. “Me neither.”

He ran the tip of his index finger down the side of her face, down across her collar bone. “I love you.”
Buffy harsh veneer melted away. “I love you, too.”

The Desoto and coat was safe. “No touching?” Spike’s fingers traced the veins on her neck. “Bloody hell, that’s a hard one because I’m holding on to you and not letting go.” He gathered her up into his arms.

“Yod bed better not, or I will stake your dead ass.” Buffy’s smile took out any sting in her threat. As their lips met, she captured his chuckle. Trust them to start a conversation with a threat of staking and end at the same point.

Spike couldn’t get enough of her taste, feel. She felt so good, all hot, all soft but strong. Every time with her left him wanting more. No wonder he loved her so, but how they made love was only one of the reasons which were too many to count. In a short time, she had become his whole world.

Their tongues danced as Spike moved away enough to take her clothes off again. Her shirt and her skirt fell to the ground unneeded and unwanted. Once all clothes were out of the way, Spike pressed Buffy back against the door. Spike’s hand started caressing the side of her neck then slid down and cd hed her breast. He rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, listening to her moan isponsponse.

Buffy’s eyes rolled up and then closed when his mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and swirling her nipple with his tongue. What Spike was and would do to her should be against the law since it felt so delicious, and that was infraction that she would gladly. Even go to jail for his touch. When he pulled away and his mouth found its way back to her own, shabbeabbed the back of his neck and brought him closer, crushing their lips together. Her hand slid down his side to rest on his hip for a moment before moving between them to wrap around his shaft. She rubbed her thumb across the head, spreading his pre-come before stroking his length, building up speed with every stroke.

Spike’s hand was just as busy on her body. As her hand had grasped his cock, his fingers slid between her folds, rubbing across her clit, forward and back. When the second finger joined the first, together they slid into her heat. Her wetnen hin his fingers nearly drove his self-control away, but feeling her hand stroking his shaft, shoved his self-contrnto nto the next county. He hooked his arm under her leg at the knee and pulled it up high, spreading her open. With his other hand, he pulled her hand off of his shaft and placed it on his shoulder. Grasping his member, he guided it to her opening and thrust into her until their bodies were molded together. Both broke their kiss and pulled back at the feel of him filling her.
Spike thrust into her core until both were screaming their release.

*****

Downstairs Dawn was gloating. The noise upstairs had stopped for over fifteen minutes. “See, I was right. Only one orgasm. Yay me!! All of you thought that they would go on but no, they’re done. They’re dressing, and just watch, they should be down any minute.”

Then they heard not the bang of a door but a bang against a door, and then a few more.

Willow looked over at Dawn sympathetically. “Sorry, Dawnie. Sounds like Tara’s now the current leader.”
The front door opened letting Anya and then Xander inside. Xander took in the gathering in the living room and frowned. “Has the meeting started already? Just what I need, one more tardy.” He frowned even more when no one even acknowledged his joke.

Shel answered since she was the closest to him. “Meeting? Not exactly. More like one of Multok’s favorite pastimes.”

“Color me confused, but what’s Multok’s favorite pastime?”

“Betting.” Dawn supplied for him. “We’re taking bets on the number of orgasms Spike and Buffy will have while they are upstairs.

Turning red, Xander looked like he was going to choke. “Dawnie, you shouldn’t even be saying…”

“Orgasm. Not only can I say it, but I bet on it. So deal.” She looked at him to see if he had any new protests. When he had delt, she continued. “I bet on one and have already lost. It’s not fair. Anyway, Tara took two and is the current leader. Willow took four, and Multok and Shel took six, knowing just how the vampire and slayer go at it. That leaves three and five still open.”

Looking freaked to the max, Xander was already shaking his head. “I don’t thi…”

“I’ll take five,” Anya jumped in before he could finish his new protest. “Since Spike’s a vamp and Buffy’s a slayer, my bet’s five. That pairing would make for mega sexual endurance. Unfortely,ely, the meeting is going to start, and Buffy will want to be here, which will limit the orgasms down to five.”

“Good logic, my dear.” Multok nodded his head approvingly. “But I will still beat you with six.”

As Xander continued shaking his head, Shel thought that it would soon fall off and roll across the floor. “I will be the only sane one in the group and abstain. But I gotta know, how are you guys going to tell the big O count?”

Yelling started, drawing all eyes to the ceiling. When the noise stopped, everyone was looking back down at Xander. With her head cocked to the side and eyebrows raised, Dawn gave Xander an isn’t-it-obvious look while Willow kept tally. “That makes three. Sorry sweetie.” She gave Tara a kiss on the cheek, but hoped for one more to make four. Come on lucky four. No pun intended. Get it? Come – orgasm. Ha.”

*****
Two sets of screams later, the front door opened just as a door shut upstairs and then shut again, leaving everybody downstairs very confused.

Giles’ voice floated inside to the occupants of the hou The The fact that he was there wasn’t near as bad as the first word that he said. “Joyce…” There were varying reactions. Dawn was laughing that big sis was going to be caught big time for having a vampire up in her room doing the dirty. Willow was hoping that this doing the dirty would be the last. Xander and Tara were mortified on Buffy’s behalf. Shel didn’t know what to think since she didn’t know who this Joyce was. She did know Giles, but didn’t know why his coming in would matter? He was part of the gang. Giles and Joyce were blissfully ignorant, but not for long. The last pair, Anya and Multok, only cared about the door shutting upstairs and how that affected the bet.

“Hi mom.” Dawn was bright and cheery to the point of obnoxious. “I’m sooo glad you’re home early.”

Joyce had a hard time seeing around her daughter’s hug in order to tell who all was in the living room. “My…Dawn, I love you but let go, honey…My, the gang is all here. Hello Willow, Tara, Xander, Anya, and two…uh…blue, fuzzy, flying things.”

‘This just isn’t one of the scenarios I expected for today,’ Giles thought. He did the introductions. “Joyce, I…huh…would like you to meet Multok and Shel. They have been in town helping us with some…er…”

The pair flew over to say their hellos.

Finally sortiveryverything out, Joyce looked around again. “Seems everyone is here but Buffy.”

Xander smiled. This was going to be good. “And Spike. We’re missing Spike. You know. Fangs, sunshine challenged, and addicted to bleach.”

And what exactly did that have to do with Buffy, Joyce wondered. “So where is Buffy?”

Willow tried to help out. “She’s…” A loud bang was heard upstairs. “…busy upstairs.” Another bang punctuated her last word.

“What’s that?” Joyce’s eyes snapped up to the ceiling as if she could use x-ray vision to see the floor above.

Dawn pulled on her sleeves. “Mom, part of the story…well…remember Riley. Well, he is so last year.”

“Buffy isn’t dating Riley anymore?” When she heard movement on the stairs, she turned around to see her daughter coming down followed by Spike, and they were holding hands. That was when Joyce knew that she didn’t have any idea what was going on.

Buffy smiled and stopped to stand at her side. “Hi mom. You remember Spike…

Willow’s smile declared her triumph to all. “I win! Ha, I told you that it would be four. It’s my lucky even number.”

“It must be Spike’s too.” What a great opportunity, Xander smirked. “Have fun dead boy?”

Spike tried to keep his face plain since he was standing in front of Joyce. “The best kind, demon food.”

Joyce and Giles still had no idea what was going on, especially when Willow started jumping up and down. “I won, I won…uh, what did I win?”

*****

Later that night found Buffy and Spike sitting on the back porch. Spike was sitting behind her, picking out a couple of splinters lodged in her back that she couldn’t reach. “I got splrs. rs. Can you believe it? That tree gave me splinters.”

Spike leaned forward and kissed her exposed shoulder. “Yes, luv, woody objects tend to work that way.”

“Nothing that gave me such a joy joy should give me these tiny wicked daggers of pain.” Actually she thought his kisses brushed away any pain.

“That’s what happens when you make love against a rough tree, and let me remind you that it was your idea. Not my fault you don’t have a back to that scrumptious excuse of a frock.” Spike kissed his way from one shoulder to the other. “I’ll be happy to pull them out, but there are a couple that I can’t reach. First you take off all your clothes, lay face down, and then I will…

Multok and Shel flew into view. “Wait. Half time. Time out.”

Shel relaxed when the pair laughed but didn’t do any of that laying down and stripping stuff. “We’ve come to say goodbye.”

“Oh, wait. Can’t you stay for a while longer?” Buffy’s face showed her disappointment and settled into a pout. A pout that Spike thought was thoroughly adorable.

Trying to look business like, Multok brushed his fur into all the right places. “No, no, sorry. We’ve got to fly.”

Buffy wasn’t ready to let go. “But why so fast?”

“See, we’ve all ready stayed longer than we should. Our job was to get you two together. And I think you would agree that you were very together by the hospital. But we stuck around, helped you with the demons, and stayed for your I love you’s. And by the way, that little part was well worth thee. e. So we need to return to base so we can be given another assignment. After this on the job training, Shel may get a case all of her own.”

Even though she was thrilled at talk of her getting her own assignment, Shel still had to tell the right tale. “Don’t let him kid you. He just wants to go back so he can brag since no one thought he could succeed with this assignment.”

“Now, my girl, they will have to call me the miracle maker.” Multok finally caught on to sti still floating in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Oh…Shel…you should get some credit, too.”

Spike and Buffy could hear them arguing as they flew off. He scooted up so that his front was pressed to her back and tightly wrapped his arms around her. “Mum took everything well considering that she had two fuzzy blueberries flying about her kitchen and that her daughter’s new boyfriend is a vampire that had tried to kill her on many occasions.” Spike just couldn’t refer to himself as her boyfriend enough. In fact, he thought he would later stand on his crypt and yell it to the moon.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “She’s not your mom. I claimed her first.” Truthfully, she knew he wouldn’t stop calling her mom “mum.” Face it. Her mom had a Spike nickname for good. There was already slayer, Nibblet, Red, Glenda, whelp, and now there was mum. Still smiling, Buffy’s thoughts drifted back to their earlier path before the blueberry and mum businesses crept up. “New promise.”

Spike’s eyebrows shot up in curiosity. “Sorry, luv. Not to keen on anymore of your promises.”

Buffy wiggled around in his arms so that she could see face to face. “Stay with me.”

“I don’t think the dorm or your mum would be too happy about that.” Spike wiggled his eyebrows.

Buffy punched him in the arm with a punch that only a vampire or another demon would think was light. “No, I mean like going steady…er…but not. Ok, that sounds wack-o. Just promise you won’t leave.”

“I don’t know. Here’s the rub,” he paused which gave enough time for a full blown Buffy panic. God, he loved to tease her. “This promise has to go both ways. I promise to stay with you if you stay with me.

“I promise.” Buffy agreed so fast, she couldn’t have needed a full breath.

Spike pulled her back into her original position so he could kiss and nip on the side of her neck. “I promise, too, luv. I won’t leave you.”

With her smile illuminating the whole backyard, Buffy literally bounce as she asked, “Now are we going steady?”

Spike laughed. He loved how she could warm his cold heart. “Bloody right we are. I would give you the ring that was your engagement ring, but I don’t have the foggiest where it is. But I will get you another one, without a skull this time.”

Buffy laughed and then sighed he he tightened his arms around her again. Content she nestled her head back against his shoulder, offering more of her neck for more of his loving. His voice rumbled in her ear.

“Next topic. My next favor.” He could feel her tense up, but then relax again. She should know by now that his favors always made her feel good in the end. “The favor is that I need is for you to go to a shop on Fifth Street and buy five different outfits. I’ll be paying so I’ll call ahead and let them know you are coming…”

*****

The next day, Spike was lying on his bed, thoroughly enjoying B’s l’s lingerie show. She had just taken off the green corset and thong. It was the next outfit that confused her most. “Spike, these panties were not sewn right. I don’t get it because the crotch is in two parts with the middle open.”

Ah, the joy of crotch-less panties. Her naiveté only made her all the more appealing to Spike. Unlife was getting more enjoyable everyday he spent with Buffy. With a little help, he had been lucky enough to be with her, to stay with her. “Come here love, and I will show you the advantages of those two bits of lace.”

******

The End


Yep, that is the end of With a Little Help. Sorry it has taken so long to put out this chapter. I have been very bummed by the cancellation of Angel, I’m feeling more chipper now and ready to write Spuffy. Long live Spuffy!! So watch for the sequal to Future Written in Blood and for another story that is set in Season 4, Change/Exchange. That last one is because I needed a good feisty Spike “I’m bad” story to work on.

Thanks to everyone for your support, kind words and encouragement. That is what helped bring me out of my slump. And again, if you want me to add you to the update list, just let me know. madrog@sunnydale-tales.com

See you soon,
Dana