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part four
The Blizzard 4/6
Author: My Reality Girl
Pairing: W/S (is there any other?)
Rating: Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was - just borrowing
Feedback: I live for it - feedback to myrealitygirl@yahoo.com,
Thanks to: SPIKESBUFFYBOT1,"jenni""Gabrielle Leider”, (if you Wanna see you name here send me feedback-please! - as you can see I’m not above begging and it’s not pretty!)
Summary: When the pair are sent out in to the snow - who knew things would get so hot. ;)
Authors notes :<> indicate thoughts, * *indicates song lyrics.
Part 4: Spike
Spike lay on his bed, one arm propped behind his head, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he smoked a cigarette.
Turning his head slightly, he could see through the chink in the curtain that it was daylight
.
He had known that without looking - he’d smelt the sunrise hours ago
.
He hadn’t slept - Yes he knew that vampires sleeping through the darkness hours was unusual, but lately he’d been trying to keep human time - seeing as they were the only ’things’ he interacted with these days.
< Damn chip, can’t even be around my own kind anymore. They know I help the slayer, don’t trust me. Not that I blame them, but I needed her help to begin with, needed someone to feed and protect me - CHRIST I sound like a bloody baby. I guess in a way that’s what those Sodding initiative boys turned
me in to. >
Now though he had his own flat < Sorry American now - apartment. > It was nice, small but his.
He liked having somewhere to escape to, his own T.V, fridge, couch to lay on and a big bed to play in.
< Not that he’d had any ’playtime’ since Dru had left him >.
That bed was as sure as hell a lot more comfortable than Giles’s bath tub though.
So now Spike had his own place, there were tunnels in the basement he could use to get just about anywhere in Sunnydale.
Running a hand through his short blonde hair, the curls appearing without his much applied hair gel.
< Damn curls - how scary are they?, that is unless your Ronald McDonald - I’d swear that guy was a Piordal demon, better known as the child eater. Guess that’s why he’s always trying to stuff burgers down those kids throats on T.V - he’s fattening them up. >
Spike shifted a little, he was tired and horny - Okay mostly horny.
Glancing over at the bedside table, he saw it.
The one g thg that had kept him sane last night, the one thing that had stopped him running back to Willow.
The mirror.
< That’s the first gift I’ve received in over a century >
Picking it up, he turned it over on it’s back - he’d noticed the design hours ago.
The mirror was small, palm size. With an engraving on it’s silver back.
A Willow tree.
Running his blunt fingertips over the raised design, his fingers pausing over the inscription written under the image.
“To my dearest love” He whispered.
He grinned, feeling slightly foolish. He knew the words weren’t for him but it still made him smile, that maybe one day it could be.
< A vamp can dream can’t he? >
Thinking of Willow he felt his body start to harden.
< Been like this nearly all night, Jesus when did I become so bloody chivalrous - should have just thrown her down and taken her! >
Spike reached under his pillow and pulled out her bra, it was nothing more than a scrap of emerald satin, with lace edging .
He held it to his nose, her scent assaulted his senses as a deep growl rumbled through his chest.
Remembering her shy eyes as he’d looked at her, he knew was scared - thought she wasn’t pretty enough or sexy enough for his blatant perusal.
< Damn, if she was any sexier I’d be a dead man right now - okay I am but, God, she has a sexy little body. All soft curves and smooth lines. >
He could almost taste her pale, soft , skin on his lips.
Biting back a moan he remembered the silky feel of her hair as he’d ran his fingers through it.
Her tongue shy and inquisitive in his mouth, growing bolder with each passing moment.
He had never meant things to have gone so far but as soon as she’d touched him, her hesitating fingers running through the hair at his nape - he knew he had to taste her fire.
Spike groaned, stubbed out his cigarette, and threw his arm over his eyes, trying in vain to block the memories flooding him.
The taste of her breast in his mouth, the feel of her hungry body closing tight around his questing fingers.
Her cry’s of pleasure her release had brought her, the sound still reverberated in his mind, the memories coming thick and fast, her lips unleashing her energy into him as she came, his brain had almost sizzled at the power she contained.
When Spike had left, he’s been hardly able to walk - his erection pressing against his already too tight jeans.
By the time he had made it home his demon was straining to come out and play.
As soon as he had closed his front door his face had slipped, revealing ridges on his brow - his once crystal blue eyes now a fiery gold.
Pulling the clothes from his body - his hand had sought out his swollen member.
Sliding his hand in long firm strokes, he imagined Willow.
Willow’s small hands on his body, touching him, teasing him, until he came with a shout of release.
Cleaning himself up he stumbled to the bathroom, turning the shower to cold - he stepped under the icy torrent.
The first of many cold showers that night.
Turning over in the bed, he looked again at the mirror.
He chuckled as he remembered the fascination his own face had held for him, when he’d seen himself change for the first time - it had been a little startling to say the least.
He really did look like a demon, he’d seen the drawings Angelus had done of course but for all his talent he hadn’t captured the true demonic feel of it.
< But a cute demon of course! >
As he lay there considering everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, his mind whirling over the chain of events that had brought him to this point.
Giles had asked him to go over to his place last night, he’d wanted to make sure Willow was okay - she’d been upset the night before and he didn’t want it happening again.
When he got there though he could tell Willow was angry, and not prepared to just forgive and forget this time.
He could feel an argument brewing between Buffy and his Red.
< His Red? - sound good though doesn’t it? >
He’d tried to cheer her up, insulted Slutty and the like but Giles was determined that they fully understood what they - or more importantly SHE would be battling.
Giles’s information had worried him, he’d known that Chaos demons were dangerous - but not how dangerous.
< God Dru what were you thinking?, getting mixed up with one of these! And there I was thinking, I could take him. He’d have ripped me apart and had me for breakfast. >
He knew Willow could cast powerful spells with no outside force being needed, but she was still inexperienced in the field - as it were.
She needed this time to practice, hone her natural talent without any outside elements clouding her judgement.
He wanted her so much, needed her. This thing between them would have to wait, she had more important things on her mind.
Although Spike was unsure just where they stood.
< Just cos she was all hot and bothered for me last night, doesn’t mean she cares does it? Not like I do.
Doesn’t mean she wants YOU does it mate? >
Spike was well aware of just how arousing magic could be. Maybe he had just been a convenient body to jump?
< Okay, so I was the one doing the jumping - but still, doesn’t mean she has any real feelings. She might just have been horny - it’s been awhile since ‘dogboy’ ran out on her - haven’t seen her with anyone new, can’t have had any for a while though >
Although Willow didn’t strike him as ‘that’ type of girl, she wouldn’t use someone just to get her jolly’s - would she?
Willow was his one and only reason for staying in Sunnyhell.
Peaches had offered him the chance of a job in L.A, and all the trappings that came with it.
Flat, car, money, violence on a daily basis and blood ,as much as he could stand.
< Okay so it was only Cow’s blood, but still - chipped vampires can’t be choosers! >
He couldn’t leave though, not yet, not if there was the smallest hope she would see him as something other than a demon. Not until he knew where he stood.
Spike sighed ,old habit, and sat on the edge of the bed. He needed to get up and get dressed.
He was going to take the tunnels to Giles’s place, wanted to see Red - no - he meant see if Red needed any help!.
< Honest! >
She might want his help with the new spells she was learning.
Climbing from the bed, he stood, standing naked - stretching his arms high over his head , feeling the bones in his body shift and awaken.
Going through to the bathroom he jumped into the shower, this time though it was hot - the steam filling the small room in seconds.
After scrubbing himself and washing his hair, Spike knotted a towel loosely around his lean hips and went in search of breakfast.
Rummaging around in the kitchen for a clean mug, he popped his mug-o-blood in the microwave and started his search for the ever elusive Weetabix.
< I know I bought a new box of Weetabix - Where the bloody hell I put them? Oh here they are, poxy box couldn’t get much more yellow mate and you can’t see it? - your slipping! >
Settling back on the sofa with a mug of blood and his Weetabix, he turned on the T.V -news of death and destruction always cheered him up.
Twenty minuets later his doorbell rang.
< Better not be that bloody stupid bint from down the hall, she can sort her own bleeding stopped up sink out this time, not like I’m a nice guy or anything - silly cow should stop putting coffee grounds down it >
He thought evilly, wandering across to the door, flinging it open - with the full intention of shouting at her - instead his eyes went wide at the person standing on the other side.
TBC
Author: My Reality Girl
Pairing: W/S (is there any other?)
Rating: Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was - just borrowing
Feedback: I live for it - feedback to myrealitygirl@yahoo.com,
Thanks to: SPIKESBUFFYBOT1,"jenni""Gabrielle Leider”, (if you Wanna see you name here send me feedback-please! - as you can see I’m not above begging and it’s not pretty!)
Summary: When the pair are sent out in to the snow - who knew things would get so hot. ;)
Authors notes :<> indicate thoughts, * *indicates song lyrics.
Part 4: Spike
Spike lay on his bed, one arm propped behind his head, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as he smoked a cigarette.
Turning his head slightly, he could see through the chink in the curtain that it was daylight
.
He had known that without looking - he’d smelt the sunrise hours ago
.
He hadn’t slept - Yes he knew that vampires sleeping through the darkness hours was unusual, but lately he’d been trying to keep human time - seeing as they were the only ’things’ he interacted with these days.
< Damn chip, can’t even be around my own kind anymore. They know I help the slayer, don’t trust me. Not that I blame them, but I needed her help to begin with, needed someone to feed and protect me - CHRIST I sound like a bloody baby. I guess in a way that’s what those Sodding initiative boys turned
me in to. >
Now though he had his own flat < Sorry American now - apartment. > It was nice, small but his.
He liked having somewhere to escape to, his own T.V, fridge, couch to lay on and a big bed to play in.
< Not that he’d had any ’playtime’ since Dru had left him >.
That bed was as sure as hell a lot more comfortable than Giles’s bath tub though.
So now Spike had his own place, there were tunnels in the basement he could use to get just about anywhere in Sunnydale.
Running a hand through his short blonde hair, the curls appearing without his much applied hair gel.
< Damn curls - how scary are they?, that is unless your Ronald McDonald - I’d swear that guy was a Piordal demon, better known as the child eater. Guess that’s why he’s always trying to stuff burgers down those kids throats on T.V - he’s fattening them up. >
Spike shifted a little, he was tired and horny - Okay mostly horny.
Glancing over at the bedside table, he saw it.
The one g thg that had kept him sane last night, the one thing that had stopped him running back to Willow.
The mirror.
< That’s the first gift I’ve received in over a century >
Picking it up, he turned it over on it’s back - he’d noticed the design hours ago.
The mirror was small, palm size. With an engraving on it’s silver back.
A Willow tree.
Running his blunt fingertips over the raised design, his fingers pausing over the inscription written under the image.
“To my dearest love” He whispered.
He grinned, feeling slightly foolish. He knew the words weren’t for him but it still made him smile, that maybe one day it could be.
< A vamp can dream can’t he? >
Thinking of Willow he felt his body start to harden.
< Been like this nearly all night, Jesus when did I become so bloody chivalrous - should have just thrown her down and taken her! >
Spike reached under his pillow and pulled out her bra, it was nothing more than a scrap of emerald satin, with lace edging .
He held it to his nose, her scent assaulted his senses as a deep growl rumbled through his chest.
Remembering her shy eyes as he’d looked at her, he knew was scared - thought she wasn’t pretty enough or sexy enough for his blatant perusal.
< Damn, if she was any sexier I’d be a dead man right now - okay I am but, God, she has a sexy little body. All soft curves and smooth lines. >
He could almost taste her pale, soft , skin on his lips.
Biting back a moan he remembered the silky feel of her hair as he’d ran his fingers through it.
Her tongue shy and inquisitive in his mouth, growing bolder with each passing moment.
He had never meant things to have gone so far but as soon as she’d touched him, her hesitating fingers running through the hair at his nape - he knew he had to taste her fire.
Spike groaned, stubbed out his cigarette, and threw his arm over his eyes, trying in vain to block the memories flooding him.
The taste of her breast in his mouth, the feel of her hungry body closing tight around his questing fingers.
Her cry’s of pleasure her release had brought her, the sound still reverberated in his mind, the memories coming thick and fast, her lips unleashing her energy into him as she came, his brain had almost sizzled at the power she contained.
When Spike had left, he’s been hardly able to walk - his erection pressing against his already too tight jeans.
By the time he had made it home his demon was straining to come out and play.
As soon as he had closed his front door his face had slipped, revealing ridges on his brow - his once crystal blue eyes now a fiery gold.
Pulling the clothes from his body - his hand had sought out his swollen member.
Sliding his hand in long firm strokes, he imagined Willow.
Willow’s small hands on his body, touching him, teasing him, until he came with a shout of release.
Cleaning himself up he stumbled to the bathroom, turning the shower to cold - he stepped under the icy torrent.
The first of many cold showers that night.
Turning over in the bed, he looked again at the mirror.
He chuckled as he remembered the fascination his own face had held for him, when he’d seen himself change for the first time - it had been a little startling to say the least.
He really did look like a demon, he’d seen the drawings Angelus had done of course but for all his talent he hadn’t captured the true demonic feel of it.
< But a cute demon of course! >
As he lay there considering everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, his mind whirling over the chain of events that had brought him to this point.
Giles had asked him to go over to his place last night, he’d wanted to make sure Willow was okay - she’d been upset the night before and he didn’t want it happening again.
When he got there though he could tell Willow was angry, and not prepared to just forgive and forget this time.
He could feel an argument brewing between Buffy and his Red.
< His Red? - sound good though doesn’t it? >
He’d tried to cheer her up, insulted Slutty and the like but Giles was determined that they fully understood what they - or more importantly SHE would be battling.
Giles’s information had worried him, he’d known that Chaos demons were dangerous - but not how dangerous.
< God Dru what were you thinking?, getting mixed up with one of these! And there I was thinking, I could take him. He’d have ripped me apart and had me for breakfast. >
He knew Willow could cast powerful spells with no outside force being needed, but she was still inexperienced in the field - as it were.
She needed this time to practice, hone her natural talent without any outside elements clouding her judgement.
He wanted her so much, needed her. This thing between them would have to wait, she had more important things on her mind.
Although Spike was unsure just where they stood.
< Just cos she was all hot and bothered for me last night, doesn’t mean she cares does it? Not like I do.
Doesn’t mean she wants YOU does it mate? >
Spike was well aware of just how arousing magic could be. Maybe he had just been a convenient body to jump?
< Okay, so I was the one doing the jumping - but still, doesn’t mean she has any real feelings. She might just have been horny - it’s been awhile since ‘dogboy’ ran out on her - haven’t seen her with anyone new, can’t have had any for a while though >
Although Willow didn’t strike him as ‘that’ type of girl, she wouldn’t use someone just to get her jolly’s - would she?
Willow was his one and only reason for staying in Sunnyhell.
Peaches had offered him the chance of a job in L.A, and all the trappings that came with it.
Flat, car, money, violence on a daily basis and blood ,as much as he could stand.
< Okay so it was only Cow’s blood, but still - chipped vampires can’t be choosers! >
He couldn’t leave though, not yet, not if there was the smallest hope she would see him as something other than a demon. Not until he knew where he stood.
Spike sighed ,old habit, and sat on the edge of the bed. He needed to get up and get dressed.
He was going to take the tunnels to Giles’s place, wanted to see Red - no - he meant see if Red needed any help!.
< Honest! >
She might want his help with the new spells she was learning.
Climbing from the bed, he stood, standing naked - stretching his arms high over his head , feeling the bones in his body shift and awaken.
Going through to the bathroom he jumped into the shower, this time though it was hot - the steam filling the small room in seconds.
After scrubbing himself and washing his hair, Spike knotted a towel loosely around his lean hips and went in search of breakfast.
Rummaging around in the kitchen for a clean mug, he popped his mug-o-blood in the microwave and started his search for the ever elusive Weetabix.
< I know I bought a new box of Weetabix - Where the bloody hell I put them? Oh here they are, poxy box couldn’t get much more yellow mate and you can’t see it? - your slipping! >
Settling back on the sofa with a mug of blood and his Weetabix, he turned on the T.V -news of death and destruction always cheered him up.
Twenty minuets later his doorbell rang.
< Better not be that bloody stupid bint from down the hall, she can sort her own bleeding stopped up sink out this time, not like I’m a nice guy or anything - silly cow should stop putting coffee grounds down it >
He thought evilly, wandering across to the door, flinging it open - with the full intention of shouting at her - instead his eyes went wide at the person standing on the other side.
TBC