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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Xander
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Adult ++
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Chapter 5
Summary: Buffy comes to her senses after a year in Rome.
Rating: NC-17 (mostly for explicit sexual descriptions, and some language)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander. Or should I say Xander/Buffy, since it’s really about Xan? There might be some Dawn/Spike implied, not sure how long this one will go.
Feedback: Yes, please. I just started posting my fic, so try to be gentle, please.
Betas: I could use one!
Archive? Ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!
Chapter 5
“Spike?!” Buffy shrieked, then looked quickly at Xander as if to confirm that he was seeing the apparition as well. His startled expression apparently convinced her that they were at least sharing a hallucination.
“Buffy, Xan…it’s, uh, good to see ya,” The blond said, ducking his head sheepishly.
“Spike? But you’re dead! You died!” Xander gasped.
“A couple of times,” Spike nodded acknowledging, “But it didn’t take, I guess. I’m back.” He shrugged. “Uh, you’re bleedin’ on the rug, mate.” He nodded toward Xander’s hand, which was hanging, momentarily forgotten, over the side of the bed.
“Shit!” Xander jerked the dripping appendage back over the bowl of bloody water. Looking back up at the vampire he waited for some kind of snide comment about ‘blood soup du jour’. He was surprised when the vampire merely bit his lip nervously and walked further into the room.
“Um, I came here because I didn’t know where else to go,” He said softly. Turning to Buffy he smiled sadly. “We’re in trouble, Angel’s hurt real bad, Pet. I didn’t know where else to go.” His shoulders began to shake slightly, and his voice cracked. “Can you help us?” He asked pleadingly.
“Of course,” Xander surprised even himself by answering immediately. “Where is Angel?”
Spike moved to kneel beside the bed next to Buffy. “He’s downstairs, in the car. I need help to carry him up all those steps. But first, I think we need to stop this bleeding.” He cocked his head questioningly. “What happened, Harris?” He asked, with obvious concern.
Xander bit back a snarky comment about the vampire’s uncharacteristic behavior, sensing that the other man was near the end of his rope. “I, uh, cut it on some glass.” He muttered, looking away from them as Spike took the cotton gauze and vial of Dermabond from Buffy, who was looking somewhat dazedly back and forth between the two men.
“Um, well, I was serious…about the vamp spit. It can stop bleeding faster than anything. Only if the vamp wants it to of course. Would be damned inconvenient if it happened during dinner,” Spike added with a wink before sobering again. “Uh, if you want…I could…” He began hesitantly.
“Yes, please,” Xander answered quickly, desperate to avoid a trip to the hospital. When Spike’s head shot up in shock, he shrugged and explained, “I mean, ew, yeah. But I really don’t want to have to go to the hospital.” He made a face, and Spike snickered.
“Okay, then…” The vampire shocked him by using the gauze to blot up as much of the blood as possible before he worked his jaw, to build up plenty of saliva, and then quickly and gently licked the deepest of the cuts until they stopped bleeding. Pulling back, he studied Xander’s hand closely, then opened the liquid stitches and applied some to the deepest cut before carefully wrapping a bandage around Xander’s knuckles. “So, what did you hit and why?” He asked quietly as he finished taping it in place.
Xander pulled his hand back and peeked under the bandage. “Window. I saw something nasty in it,” He shrugged, avoiding Spike’s gaze.
Spike looked at Buffy, knowing there was more to the story. He found her gazing at Xander, her expression a mixture of sadness and…longing? “Um, Buffy? Can you help me carry Angel up? I hate to ask, but I’m kind of knackered, and I don’t think I can get him by myself.”
Buffy snapped out of her Xander-staring session and nodded. “Of course.” She smiled warmly at him. “Xander, you should probably call-”
“Dawnie, Wills, and Giles,” Xander nodded. “I know.” He sat up on the edge of the bed and swayed dizzily. “Whoa! Holy Blood Loss, Batman!” He groaned, easing himself back down on the pillows.
“Don’t get up!” Buffy ordered. Grabbing her cell phone from the charger on her nightstand, she handed it to him with an affectionate smile. “You’re not leaving this bed mister! I’ll be right back…I’m gonna go get you some-” She trailed off in amazement as Spike suddenly moved between them and shoved a huge glass of orange juice into Xander’s un-injured hand.
“There you go. Sorry I couldn’t find any cookies,” The blond grinned. Turning to Buffy he asked, “Ready, Pet?”
Buffy looked questioningly at Xander, who responded after taking a giant gulp from his glass. Smacking his lips, he nodded at her “Okay, but don’t think you’re getting out of that talk just because the non-evil, not-so-dead are here!” She warned him before leaving the room, trailing behind an anxious looking Spike.
Xander sighed wearily and flipped open the phone…
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Rating: NC-17 (mostly for explicit sexual descriptions, and some language)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander. Or should I say Xander/Buffy, since it’s really about Xan? There might be some Dawn/Spike implied, not sure how long this one will go.
Feedback: Yes, please. I just started posting my fic, so try to be gentle, please.
Betas: I could use one!
Archive? Ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!
Chapter 5
“Spike?!” Buffy shrieked, then looked quickly at Xander as if to confirm that he was seeing the apparition as well. His startled expression apparently convinced her that they were at least sharing a hallucination.
“Buffy, Xan…it’s, uh, good to see ya,” The blond said, ducking his head sheepishly.
“Spike? But you’re dead! You died!” Xander gasped.
“A couple of times,” Spike nodded acknowledging, “But it didn’t take, I guess. I’m back.” He shrugged. “Uh, you’re bleedin’ on the rug, mate.” He nodded toward Xander’s hand, which was hanging, momentarily forgotten, over the side of the bed.
“Shit!” Xander jerked the dripping appendage back over the bowl of bloody water. Looking back up at the vampire he waited for some kind of snide comment about ‘blood soup du jour’. He was surprised when the vampire merely bit his lip nervously and walked further into the room.
“Um, I came here because I didn’t know where else to go,” He said softly. Turning to Buffy he smiled sadly. “We’re in trouble, Angel’s hurt real bad, Pet. I didn’t know where else to go.” His shoulders began to shake slightly, and his voice cracked. “Can you help us?” He asked pleadingly.
“Of course,” Xander surprised even himself by answering immediately. “Where is Angel?”
Spike moved to kneel beside the bed next to Buffy. “He’s downstairs, in the car. I need help to carry him up all those steps. But first, I think we need to stop this bleeding.” He cocked his head questioningly. “What happened, Harris?” He asked, with obvious concern.
Xander bit back a snarky comment about the vampire’s uncharacteristic behavior, sensing that the other man was near the end of his rope. “I, uh, cut it on some glass.” He muttered, looking away from them as Spike took the cotton gauze and vial of Dermabond from Buffy, who was looking somewhat dazedly back and forth between the two men.
“Um, well, I was serious…about the vamp spit. It can stop bleeding faster than anything. Only if the vamp wants it to of course. Would be damned inconvenient if it happened during dinner,” Spike added with a wink before sobering again. “Uh, if you want…I could…” He began hesitantly.
“Yes, please,” Xander answered quickly, desperate to avoid a trip to the hospital. When Spike’s head shot up in shock, he shrugged and explained, “I mean, ew, yeah. But I really don’t want to have to go to the hospital.” He made a face, and Spike snickered.
“Okay, then…” The vampire shocked him by using the gauze to blot up as much of the blood as possible before he worked his jaw, to build up plenty of saliva, and then quickly and gently licked the deepest of the cuts until they stopped bleeding. Pulling back, he studied Xander’s hand closely, then opened the liquid stitches and applied some to the deepest cut before carefully wrapping a bandage around Xander’s knuckles. “So, what did you hit and why?” He asked quietly as he finished taping it in place.
Xander pulled his hand back and peeked under the bandage. “Window. I saw something nasty in it,” He shrugged, avoiding Spike’s gaze.
Spike looked at Buffy, knowing there was more to the story. He found her gazing at Xander, her expression a mixture of sadness and…longing? “Um, Buffy? Can you help me carry Angel up? I hate to ask, but I’m kind of knackered, and I don’t think I can get him by myself.”
Buffy snapped out of her Xander-staring session and nodded. “Of course.” She smiled warmly at him. “Xander, you should probably call-”
“Dawnie, Wills, and Giles,” Xander nodded. “I know.” He sat up on the edge of the bed and swayed dizzily. “Whoa! Holy Blood Loss, Batman!” He groaned, easing himself back down on the pillows.
“Don’t get up!” Buffy ordered. Grabbing her cell phone from the charger on her nightstand, she handed it to him with an affectionate smile. “You’re not leaving this bed mister! I’ll be right back…I’m gonna go get you some-” She trailed off in amazement as Spike suddenly moved between them and shoved a huge glass of orange juice into Xander’s un-injured hand.
“There you go. Sorry I couldn’t find any cookies,” The blond grinned. Turning to Buffy he asked, “Ready, Pet?”
Buffy looked questioningly at Xander, who responded after taking a giant gulp from his glass. Smacking his lips, he nodded at her “Okay, but don’t think you’re getting out of that talk just because the non-evil, not-so-dead are here!” She warned him before leaving the room, trailing behind an anxious looking Spike.
Xander sighed wearily and flipped open the phone…
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