Damage

Riley arrived home from school all but scratching his head at not seeing Buffy at all that day. Had she even been there? Maybe she was sick. He decided to call her. Willow answered Buffy’s phone and told him to hold on. She came back on the line and informed him that, yes, Buffy was sick and she was sorry she couldn’t come to the phone. Willow was over there, making her soup. Riley asked Willow to tell Buffy he hoped she got better and he would talk to her soon. Willow assured him she would and hung up.

“Thanks Willow” Buffy told her friend.
“I really don’t like lying for you, Buffy but you’re welcome all the same. You need to face him sooner or later” Willow said.
“I know…I’m opting for later” Buffy weakly smiled and shoved another cookie in her mouth.

Riley found his dad in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa with the TV on but the sound was muted.
“Hey, Dad” he said, flopping down on the matching love seat.
“Hey, how was school?” Spike asked him.
“Fine. Buffy wasn’t there though. She is sick, I guess. I talked to her friend Willow.” Riley answered.

Spike felt himself tense. Buffy was sick? Had he hurt her too much? Was she just hiding? Question after question went through his mind.
“How come you don’t have the sound on?” Riley questioned him.
“Huh? Oh...that...I don’t know...was just thinking…” Spike informed him.
“You O.K., Dad?” Riley asked next.
“Yeah…just…the book...writers block and all that rot.” Spike replied.
“Mind if I turn the sound on and watch some?” Riley said.
“No…go ahead…I’m going back to my office. It’s all yours.” Spike handed Riley the remote.
“Thanks, Dad.” Riley took the offering.

Spike shut his study door behind him and crossed over to his phone. He had to make sure she was O.K. He just had to. He ruffled through the phone book looking for her number. He recalled Riley saying her mom’s name was Joyce. He found a J. Summers. Must be it. He dialed and waited. Am unfamiliar voice said hello.

“Umm...yes...May I speak to Buffy, please?” He inquired.
“Uhhh...can I tell her who is calling?” the voice asked him.
“It’s Mr. Finn. Riley’s dad.” Spike said. He didn’t know what else to say and figured he could just say he was calling on Riley’s behalf if anyone asked.
“Eeep. Hold on” she said.
He heard scrambling and muffled voices.
“He…hellooo?” came Buffy’s familiar voice.
“Buffy? Are you alright?” he asked concerned. “Riley told me you weren’t at school today and were sick. I was worried” Spike told her.
“Yes…umm...about that…well, actually I was at school. I just…” Buffy started.
“You were avoiding him, weren’t you?” Spike put two and two together.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t face him.” Buffy admitted.
“Who answered the phone, Buffy?” Spike asked.
“That’s my best friend Willow” she answered.
“Does she...did you tell her?” Spike questioned her.
“Ummm...please don’t be mad…I...yes...I told her” Buffy whimpered.
Spike sighed, “Can you trust her? Buffy, you realize if she tells anyone, I could get in a lot of trouble?”
“She promised she wouldn’t and I trust her.” Buffy told him.
“I hope you’re right.” Spike replied.

“Buffy, I want you to come over tomorrow. We need to talk.” Spike said.
“Umm…I have school.” Buffy began.
“You’re sick remember? Can you get out of going tomorrow?” Spike asked her, kicking himself at the same time for asking her to be delinquent for him.
“Ummm…I think so.” Buffy answered.
“What time does your mum leave for work?” he inquired.
“About 7:30” Buffy told him.
“Here’s my cell number, 555-6969, call me as soon as she is gone and I’ll come pick you up. Riley will have left for school already too.” Spike said.
“Ohhh...O.K, Mr. Finn…I mean…Spike” Buffy smiled.

“And Buffy?” Spike’s voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“Yyyyes?” she responded.
“Don’t wear any knickers” with that, he hung up.
Buffy hung up as well and turned to Willow, “What are knickers?”
“I think they’re underwear, English term” she answered.
Buffy turned scarlet.

Buffy begged Willow to stay with her until Joyce got home to confirm that she was sick. Buffy donned pajamas and Willow made chicken soup and they laid tissues and a thermometer at her bedside. Buffy got into bed and Willow perched at her side on a chair. Joyce fell for it, hook like and sinker. She thanked Willow for looking out for her until she got home. Joyce told Buffy she would call her off from school the next day and asked is she wanted her to stay home with her also. Buffy told her that wasn’t necessary. She would be fine on her own. She just needed some rest and she should be back to tip top shape in no time.

Buffy barely slept a wink all night in anticipation of the next day. She had been shocked when he had called her. She had been even more shocked when she realized he had more in mind than just talking by his knickers comment.

She waited until Dawn and her mom had left and then jumped up and made a beeline for the shower. After she was done, she hurriedly found an outfit to wear, just above the knee length black skirt and a red baby doll tee. She figured as long as she was going without knickers, she might as well go braless too. Her pebbled nipples poked through the thin material of her shirt, clearly visible. She dried her hair and applied some light makeup then went to the phone and called him.

“Hello Buffy” he said as soon as he answered, knowing it was her.
“Hi” she said.
“Are you ready for me?” he said, the double entendre not going unnoticed.
“Yes. I’m ready.” She answered.
“I’ll be there in 15” and he hung up.

She went and found a pair of black sandals and put them on then fetched her purse and waited by the door, looking out the small window. Thirteen minutes later, a big black car pulled up in the drive. She opened the door and went out, locking it behind her. She walked to the passenger side and he threw open the door from the inside for her. She slid into the car, heart beating wildly.

“Hello, luv” Spike said, eyeing her from head to toe immediately noticing her lack of a bra.
“Hello Mr. Finn” Buffy said softly.
“Why aren’t you wearing a bra, Buffy?” Spike asked her immediately, not pulling any punches.
“Ummm…Errr…I…thought…well…” Buffy stumbled all over her words.
“I don’t recall telling you not to wear a bra. Now, then, did you do what I actually asked you to?” Spike questioned her.
“Yyyyes” Buffy answered.

“Show me” Spike ordered her.
“What?” Buffy’s eyes widened.
“Pull your skirt up and show me, Buffy” Spike said again.
Buffy, face flaming, blood pumping, dragged her skirt up over her thighs and then hips.
The tint on the car’s windows prevented anyone from seeing inside but it was embarrassing all the same. Spike watched as her patch of curls was bared to his gaze.

“Spread your legs. Let me see it” Spike said next.
Buffy, not daring to look at his face spread her legs and shifted a bit on the seat so she was angled towards him for a better view.
“Buffy, I want you to spread your lips open with your fingers so I can see inside.” Spike said calmly.
Buffy’s heart was beating so fast; she thought it was going to explode. With trembling hands she reached down and spread apart her now swollen lips.

“You’re so beautiful Buffy. So tiny down there. All pink and red and glistening. Touch yourself for me, Buffy.” Spike murmured.
“Uhhh…I…I...I’ve never…I don’t know…” Buffy began.
Spike reached out and moved one of her fingers to her clit and showed her how to stroke it which received a low moan of pleasure from her. Then he took another finger and showed her how to insert it inside of herself.
“Ohhh…Ohhh...” Buffy moaned.
“Keep doing that Buffy. Flick your clit and fuck yourself on your finger. God, you’re so sexy. I love watching you fuck yourself Buffy. You like me watching, don’t you?” Spike teased and taunted her.

Buffy continued working her hand on herself until she cried out in orgasm. As she came down from her high, Spike grabbed her hand and bought it to his mouth. Sticking out his tongue, he began licking her fingers that were now slick with her juices.
“Oh, God.” She breathed.
Once he was done cleaning her hand, he said, “Now you know what it’s like to masturbate. Push your skirt back down, Buffy.”

Buffy did as he told her to and he put the car in gear and pulled out of the drive way. As they neared the edge of town Buffy finally spoke up, “Where are we going?”
“I was going to just take you home with me but I changed my mind.” Spike said.
Buffy looked back out the window, not saying anything else as she watched him enter the highway and then the scenery change with each passing mile.

About an hour later, Spike exited the highway and drove a few more miles until he came to a hotel.
“Wait here” he said as he went inside to get a room.
Buffy’s nervousness started to return. Here she was, skipping school, driving two counties over with her boyfriend’s father, about to go into a hotel room with him and get her brains fucked out.

Spike was back in short order. He drove around to the back of the building. He got out and came around and opened her door.
“Come on, pet” he said, helping her out.
They walked up te roe room and he unlocked the door and pulled her inside with him.

Once the door was closed and locked, he was on her, kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was.
“Mr. Finn, I think you’re trying to seduce me” she said.
“Is it working?” he breathed into her mouth.
“Oh…yes” Buffy breathed back as they fell onto the bed together.

Continued in Chapter 7- Five Hours in Heaven