Closed Door Conversations

A/N: This chapter contains menstrual play, biting.



Closed Door Conversations

Third Night: Favorite Things

Patrolling was gruesome the next night. They found a nest of demons, gross gooey ones with razor sharp claws, Crueller demons, newly hatched. It took hours to find them since they scattered all over Sunnydale. Several of the potentials received injuries and chemical burns from the goo. Buffy’s hands were burned, Spike had a gash on his leg..

“You girls get back to the house and start the first aid. Spike and I will do one more tour of the area, just to be sure, and we’ll destroy the nest. Hey, put a first aid kit in my room, okay, so I won’t wake everyone up when we get in.”

They found one more, slinking to the nest. Spike’s leg, which had just stopped bleeding, got reopened.

“Bloody Hell.”

“Come on. I’ll fix ya up.”

They limped home , Buffy’s arm around his waist, his arm about her shoulders, dragging his injured leg, his torn jeans stiff with blood.

Dawn was the only one still awake.

She wrinkled her nose when she smelled them. “Well, the hot water tank should have filled up again by now.”

Buffy grinned and then sighed, wondering what the water bill would be like this month.
“Why don’t you shower first,” she told Spike. “I’m in better shape for getting down the stairs to find you clean clothes.”

“Thanks,” he said, and headed upstairs, leaving a trail of blood on the carpet.
Buffy sighed again. No money for carpet cleaning.

By the time she got upstairs, Spike was in her room, wearing just a towel.

Buffy tossed him clothes. “Let me shower real quick and I’ll help with that leg.”

Spike threw on the t shirt and running shorts--Xanders--and applied pressure to the foot long gash on his leg. He sighed. Torture time for Spikey was about to commence. She’d come in here wearing practically nothing, smelling of vanilla shampoo. And blood.

Couldn’t ignore the blood. Intoxicating, her monthly cycle. All that delicious slayer’s blood, got to him every . Go. Got the demon going, got the man going... though the man thing was pretty much a constant...

That blood was the reason he had this gash. Tonight when they’d first flushed the nest he’d wrestled one of the gooey nasties down, sliced its head off, and then looked up to see what Buffy was doing. They preferred to fight in tandem, within a few feet of each other, when they could. Safer, more efficient. She did a kick, inches from his game face, so his sense of smell was at its most acute. The aroma had knocked what brains he had left back to last year, back to when they’d been lovers, or what ever you could call that little scene. Back to the times she’d let him taste her.

What a sodding idiot he was, fantasizing in the middle of a demon extermination! He deserved the gash.

“Has the bleeding stopped?”

Buffy came into the room, shutting the door behind her. She was dressed like he’d expected, in a micro thin tank top and soft cotton boxer shorts, smelling sweet. No, the blood hadn’t stopped. His demon was ready to pounce.

“Yeah,leg’s clotted up,” he said, knowing that's what she was talking about. He pulled the towel into his lap and gritted his teeth for the torturing.

Buffy was all soft touches and concern as she bandaged up his leg. Spike made himself not moan.

“You’ll have to replace that blood.”

“Yeah, got some at Clem’s,” his voice came out a little breathy.

Almost out of here. Haven't done anything assinine yet. He quickly threw on his duster and pulled on his boots.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? Andrew is sleeping on your cot, but we could fix something. You could sleep in here, I’ve got a sleeping bag in my closet. It would be really safe. Safer than Clem’s, and neither one of us would have to be traveling around town by ourselves tonight.”

Spike looked at her, eyes blazing an intense blue. “Buffy, I can’t stay in here. Bloody hell, what are you trying to do to me? You treat me like I’m one of your little girls!” he blurted out.

Buffy just looked at him, wide eyed, her pupils dark and huge, just like they were when--

--Stop. Thinking. About. That. Suddenly, he was furious.

“Buffy, have you forgotten what I am? Vampire, here. I know... what time of the month it is for you. You think that’s not just about driving me insane? Cripes, how do you think I got slashed tonight! For one second I smelled you, when you did that high kick not a yard away from me. I was in game face. I got... distracted.”

Buffy stared at her hands for a moment, still holding the gauze.

Well, that was Spike for you, she thought. Just when you thought you were on a nice safe path he’d drag you into the woods.

“Your fantasy,” she whispered.

She remembered back to last year, which she had been working so hard to forget. He’d been hot for her, for her body, for sex, all last year. But he had been crazy for her during her cycles.

“What!” he had said, when she had been, well, disgusted. “Your favorite thing is, what? Chocolate chip cookies? Fresh baked bread? Christmas goose? Wait, you Americans eat turkey, don’t you? Well, I don’t complain about your favorite things, do I? I even get you chocolates.”

He had changed into game face then and taken a deep breath. “This is my favorite treat. Like a holiday sweet, rich, exotic. Slayer’s blood. Do you know how rare that is? And it doesn’t hurt you, freely given. Doesn’t make you weak. I can’t take too much. Fills me up for days, gives me more strength than animal blood--or other human blood....Don’t see how you can object, luv.”

She had let him have his way, but she had been embarrassed. What other girl spent her monthly period sleeping with a vampire glued to her crotch, gently sucking, for hours? Sometimes she felt a whole body tremor go through him and his eyes would be half shut with ecstacy. Vampire wierdness.

That last night, in the bathroom, that had been during her monthly.

“So I can’t stay.” Spike said.

“You might hurt me?” She looked at him in confusion.

He knew exactly what she was thinking. “No! I was insane, and drunk...and soulless, that night. I’m none of those things now.” He looked her in the eyes as he spoke, and she knew he was telling the truth. Then he turned toward the door, so she couldn’t see his face.

“But I still have to leave. I have no pride where you’re concerned,” he spoke softly, sadly. “ I’m injured and hungry, and dying to touch you. If I stayed in here I’d be begging you for it in ten minutes.”

God, why did he always have to be so honest! Why didn’t he just shut up. She remembered shutting him up, that time in the abandoned house. Their first time.

He stood for a moment and she could see him breathe, a sure sign of excitement or agitation. Then he moved toward the door to leave.

And suddenly she knew what she wanted. It all became clear in an instant.

Slayer speed came in handy sometimes, in non-slayage situations. Buffy found it came in handy now. Before his hand reached the door knob she was there. She pushed in the lock and stood in front of the door, barring his exit.

Spike stared at her, slack jawed.

“Stay. I need you strong.”

“Gonna sacrifice your blood for the Mission?” He was angry.

“No! That’s not what I meant!” Buffy tried to concentrate, trying to explain what she felt. She was no good at talking about feelings. She wished she was better at it.

“You’re not the begger. Not anymore. And I’m not the princess, handing out favors, anymore. We’re equal. You’re as good as I am and I’m as bad as you are. Worse, really, because I had my soul all along."

Spike didn’t move or say a thing.

“We don’t have to be like we were. We’ve both changed.” Her eyes, bright with tears, looked into his.

He nodded an acknowledgment of that.

“I want to ...take care of the things you need, if I can. And you can take care of things I need. Like we do when we’re on patrol. We fight so well together, protect each other...We’re stronger together than apart. We trust each other in the fight.”

She slid her arms around his waist and felt him shiver.

“I should have taken more care of you, last year, when we weren’t patrolling. Like you tried to do for me."

"I'll always be a vampire. Even a soul can't change that. Still crave blood, still crave a fight...crave you, too. Not as a friend or a sister. " His hands came up to her hair, and he brought it to his mouth, tasting and smelling her aroma. Then he drew an open mouth kiss across her temple and cheek, to her neck, tasting. Maybe there would never be another chance to be this close, to revel in the smell and taste of her..."Can't get you out of my system. Tried."

His tongue was doing things to her breathing. "You’re a vampire. And I’m the slayer. What is normal for other people isn’t going to work for us. We have to find our own normal.”

She touched him then, a gentle brush of her lips against his jaw. His hands quickly left her hair and plastered against her back, pulling him to her tightly.

He kissed her, with a moan. She kissed him back, her little tongue stroking and curling around his taut, plunging one.

She broke the kiss and continued speaking quickly now, “But--I know you want all my friends to know that we’re a couple. I understand that. I do. But I think the timing is not...Not because of you! Because of them.”

His lips curved into a smile. “Giles, Wood, Xander and half the wannabes would be looking to stake me if they thought we were lovers.”

“Right. And I’m not so sure about Anya and Dawn, either.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “I don’t mind if we keep it in the closet until things calm down.”

Buffy nodded, looking deeply into his eyes. Then her lips curved into a pul sul smile.

“Do you want to dine first? Or...?”

He swept her into his arms and dropped her with a bounce onto the bed. He was smiling, a big grin like she hadn't seen in forever.

A wicked smile now curved his lips.

“Dine,” he said, biting his lower lip slowly, “Then I’ll have more stamina...for the other.” His eyes never left her face.

“I think you’ve made a good decision,” she murmured, “Stamina is so important in times like these.”

“Oh, it is,” his voice was husky. "Specially since I'm injured." He stuck his lip out in a pout. "I'm so injured, you might have to do ...everything." He took off his duster and then nudged her over so he could lie flat on the bed.

That pout. She couldn't resist it. She gave him a long, hot kiss.

"Everything?" She raised her eye brow.

"Yeah, cuz, wounded, here. Gotta keep my leg still."

He lifted his chin, which she took to mean he was going to be stubborn about this. She was going to have to seduce him. Buffy grinned. This night had suddenly got a whole lot better.

She straddled him over the hips, and watched as his eyes rolled back for just a moment. He hissed between his teeth.

"Does that hurt?" She asked, innocently, wiggling over the bulge in his pants.

"You're gonna make me faint. Wounded and starving." He kept his eyes closed.

"Well, I'll have to get undressd." His eyes snapped open and he watched every move as she pulled off her top and shimmied out of her shorts. She had to slip off the bed then, to take care of messier business by the trash can. he was raised up on his elbows, craning his head to watch as she returned to the bed.

"Come on , big guy, you're gonna have to get undressed and under the covers."

"I'm not cold, " He protested, with a twinkle in his eye.

"Nope, you're pleasantly room temperature, and you're wearing Xanders' clothes. Don't want to mess them up."

He stood up and passively let her undress him, though his jutting cock was anything but passive. She pushed him back on the pillows and then looked at him, eyebrows raised.

He licked his lip and finally moved, taking her hand and tugging her onto the bed, where she knelt above him. "Come here," he growled, both hands gliding up her torso until they cupped her breast.

He tugged her soft flesh, and she realized her was directing her with his hands on her breast. He moved her up further, and she straddled his shoulder.

His eyes glowed yellow, and she could see the flash of fangs, but the bumpies didn't come. She waited for the bumpies, squirming a little at the arousing touches on her breasts as he gently flicked and pulled her nipples.

"This is new," she whispered, stroking his face and slipping a finger in his mouth, feeling his elongated fangs, while his other teeth remained human."How long can you hold it?"
"As long as I want, unless I'm around Slayer blood."

"Very Dracula of you."

"That fuck. He was such a pussy, " Spike scowled and one hand left her breast to find the small scar on her neck.

"Well, one of these days, I'll let ya take care of that scar like you want."

He closed his eyes and breathed in hard. "But not today?"

"Not...not on the neck. Cause trouble if anyone noticed."

"Yeah, " he breathed. One cool hand slipped between her legs. He pinched her inner thigh, softly. "Here?"

Buffy felt like her bones were melting, with all his gentle caresses turning her to liquid. "Kay."

He pulled her then, swiftly, until her wet, red pussy was right at his mouth. He vamped out completely, and began to tongue and devour her.

"Oh, God," Buffy whimpered. His long fingers were moving and caressing, making her shake with pleasure. "Th-thought I was gonna do everything." she gasped.

"Like to play with my food," he grinned up at her, and then went back to tonguing her with even more fervency.

"Turn around, " he groaned a while later. His strong hands lifted her and turned her so her back was to his face."Like this. Got to be careful of the leg, you know."

From this new position she was able to lean over and reach his hard length, which stood red and swollen against his stomach, the tip covered in white liquid. Grasping it in her hands she flicked her tongue in imitation of his, licking away the silky liquid before enveloping him in her mouth. Her last coherent thought, before delight engulfed her, was whether he was going to bite her thigh. Maybe he forgot.

Spike shivered with exctasy at this feast, his Buffy giving him her blood, her permission to leave a mark, her wet hot mouth sucking and licking at his cock, driving him mad. He could feel her tension coiling, building, and as she released he sliced his fangs into her soft thigh, causing her to scream against the hard rod of flesh pressing against the roof of her mouth. He came, electric pleasure shooting though him, his growls muffled by the mouthful of blood filling his mouth.

Afterward they spooned together, limp and sated. "It won't be much longer," Buffy said. "The First is gearing up for the big finale."

"Yeah. After it's all over, we can be togther," Spike whispered, into her hair.

"Togther," Buffy whispered, stroking his arm.