You Should See Him Naked, I Mean Really

Spike, hurt that Buffy was not responding to his declaration of love, got angry and opened his big mouth.
“Had I known, you’d be so easy, I would’ve done this a long time ago, Buffy. Mmmm…you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had…a real pro…hotter than any whore…” Spike rattled off…

Buffy tensed and shot up in disbelief.
“WHAT? What did you just say to me?” Buffy asked him wide eyed.
“You heard me, luv. I mean, my God, the things you do. The way you make it hurt in all the wrong places.” Spike continued.
“Shut up! Just shut up!” Buffy scrambled around for her clothes.
“Oh come on pet, just having a little fun. Come here” Spike dragged her back down to him.

“Spike, please. Let me go.” Buffy pleaded with him.
“I’m not through with you yet.” He replied.
“Well, I’m through with you!” Buffy yelled.
“Buffy…” Spike murmured and began nuzzling her neck, biting down gently. “Let me make you come again…just once more”

Buffy was angry with him for his callous speech to her but God, the way he was touching her and oh that tongue and those hands and her body overruled her mind. She was weak. A weak fool.

Spike had her on her back again in an instant, legs spread wide. He reached over and grabbed the discarded champagne bottle and slowly slid the narrow top end into her wet pussy.
“Oh God” Buffy moaned feeling the cool glass slide into her heated flesh.
“Like that, don’t you pet? You’ll take anything in that greedy cunt of yours. Doesn’t have to be MY cock, does it? Hell, it doesn’t have to even be a cock! Just as long as it’s hard and can be shoved inside.” Spike said to her cruelly as he thrust the bottle end in and out of her.

“God, you’re a bastard, Spike!” Buffy told him even as she raised her hips to meet the thrusts.
“And you’re a cold bitch! We make a perfect couple, eh?” Spike taunted her.
“OUCH!” Buffy suddenly screamed out.
“Yeah, you like it when it hurts baby” Spike went on.
“NO…OH GOD…SPIKE…STOP! NOW! SOMETHINGS WRONG...STOP!” Buffy begged and pleaded.

Spike immediately stopped, hearing the sincere pain and fear in Buffy’s voice.
“Buffy? Are you alright? Here, let me take it out.” Spike put his hand back on the bottle to pull it out.
“NO! Don’t touch it…God please…it hurts” Buffy began crying.
“Buffy? Buffy! What should I do? Oh God. I’m sorry” he said extremely worried.
“It feels like my insides are pulling out when you try to take it out. Oh God…how could you do this to me?” Buffy sobbed.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to really hurt you. Christ Buffy. What should I do?” Spike was getting frantic.
“It feels like a vacuum, like suction.” Buffy said.
“You want me to break the end off?” Spike looked down between her legs not knowing how on earth he could break it anyway.
“NO! I don’t want you getting glass all over me cutting me.” Buffy told him.
“Buffy, I think I’m gonna have to take you to the hospital” Spike informed her.
“I hate hospitals. God, I hate YOU. Get it out of me!” Buffy was hysterical.

“OH MY GOD! You had a champagne bottle stuck up your…your…your...” Cordelia began.
“Her vagina! Sheesh. Why do so many people have such a hard time saying penis or vagina?” Anya said.
“Well, apparently you’re not one of them” Willow said to Anya.
“How embarrassing!” Cordy exclaimed.
“Tell me about it. It hurt like a bitch too. Trust me. Don’t ever do that.” Buffy told them all.

Spike stood outside wincing at the memory of his downfall.

“I can’t believe that jerk said those things to you, Buffy. Why would he suddenly go off on you like that?” Willow asked.
“I don’t know” Buffy said, knowing she was lying. She had thought many times about that night and remembered Spike starting to be a jerk after he told her he loved her and her not telling him back. She knew in retrospect that was probably why. Still it was no excuse for his behavior, she told herself.
“So tell us what happened next. Did he take you to the hospital?” Anya asked.
“Yeah, we had no choice….” Buffy started up again.

Spike quickly dressed and then dressed Buffy. The bottle end could be seen peeking out from under her skirt. He wrapped her in the blanket and lifted her in his arms, leaving the basket behind; he rushed to get her back to his car. Once there he gently laid her on her back in the backseat as she couldn’t sit down with the bottle protruding from her.

He got in and gunned the engine, spinning the tires as he shot out onto the road and off to the hospital.
“Hang on baby. We’re almost there.” Spike told her as they got closer.
Twenty minutes later, a petrified Spike carried Buffy into the emergency room shouting for help.
“Sir, please. Calm down. What is going on?” the triage nurse asked him.
“She’s….uhhh...hurt…” Spike began, having the nerve to blush.
“GET IT OUT OF ME!” Buffy screamed.

Spike lifted the blanket and her skirt a bit so just the nurse could see.
“Oh Dear. I see. Come with me.” She motioned for Spike to follow her and she led them to a curtained off room. Spike deposited Buffy onto her back on the hospital bed as the nurse shoved paperwork and a clipboard at him.
“I’ll go get a doctor. I’ll be right back. Fill those out while I’m gone.

Spike stood there looking at the clipboard. He looked over at Buffy who had turned to watch him.
“Buffy, I’ll fill it out but you’ll have to tell me the information.” Spike said to her.
“I hate you and if you ever touch me again, I will rip your dick off and stuff it down your throat” Buffy told him coolly.
Spike gulped, “I’m so sorry, Buffy. I didn’t mean for this to happen. You have to know that.”
“What I know is is that you said horrible demeaning things to me and then shoved a bottle up inside me and got it stuck and now I’m in a hospital being humiliated and in excruciating pain because of YOU!” Buffy’s voice got louder with each word.

Spike looked down guiltily. He felt horrible. What a stupid wanking git you are, William! He screamed at himself inside.
“Fine, hate me all you want but I need to fill out these forms for them to help you.” He told her.
Spike filled out the forms as best as he could, asking Buffy the things he didn’t know which she told him in a cold detached voice.

The nurse with a doctor in tow finally came back. Buffy endured the humiliating examination by the doctor. He informed her that he needed to go get a special cutter they had that would cut the glass without shattering it. Once the end was cut, the air would be released and the vacuum effect would cease, allowing them to slide the remaining bottle ou her her.

He left for several more minutes and came back with another doctor and two more nurses. Great, Buffy thought, I’m a freak show for everyone to see. She closed her eyes and pretended to be somewhere else as they went to work on her. It didn’t take long at all. After the bottle was cut and the end removed, she felt a rush of relief, and then as the bottle was removed entirely, she thanked the powers that be that it was out.

She opened her eyes finally to hear the one doctor preaching to Spike and her about practicing safer sex in the future.
“Other than the penis of course, you should really only insert things in the vagina that are made specifically to be there such as vibrators and dildos. Don’t ever use a bottle like this again!” The doctor said straight faced.
Spike’s face was beet red and Buffy was mortified.
“Right, mate. Thanks.” Spike replied.
“Miss Summers. You’ll be just fine. You might be a little sore but there was no permanent damage. The nurse is getting your check out paperwork ready and then you’ll be free to go.” The doctor informed her.
“Thank you, Doctor” she squeaked out.
Once he left the area, Buffy swung her legs over the side of the bed to stand up.
“Let me help you” Spike said as he held his hand out to steady her.
“You’ve helped me quite enough for one night Spike.” Buffy said as she stood. “And where the hell are my underwear?” she yelled.
“Well, obviously, I couldn’t put them on you. They’re probably back at the lake. I’ll go back later and get the stuff we left behind.” Spike told her.
“Don’t bother. I don’t ever want to see you again so don’t bother bringing them back to me” she walked away to the nurse’s station.

Spike followed her and waited as she got her check out papers. As they walked outside, Spike once again tried to apologize but Buffy would have none of it.
“Just take me home, Spike.” She got into his car and slammed the door shut.
“Fine.” Spike got in and slammed his shut too.
“Tonight has been the most degrading and disgusting night of my life.” Buffy informed Spike as he drove towards the campus.
“Yeah, me too” Spike said bitterly.

He felt awful about what happened but dammit, it’s not like he meant for this to happen. Also, he would have never said those mean things to her if she had just told him she loved him too but no she had to go all stone faced. He should’ve known the bloody bitch was just in it for a good time. She’d never love him. He was a stupid fool. A fool for love.

Spike pulled up to her residence hall and parked. Buffy immediately went to open the door. Spike reached over and held her arm.
“Buffy, luv. You have to believe me. I never meant to hurt you like that. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me. I…I love you” he threw it out there again hoping maybe the second time around would do the trick.

Buffy yanked her arm away, “Well, I don’t love you. I could never love you Spike. You’re beneath me” Buffy got out of the car, slammed the door shut and ran up to her door.
Spike banged his head against his steering wheel as the tears started to stream down his face. He let out a strangled scream, “ARGGGGGGGGGGG”.

“Well, I thought I was a cruel heartless bitch but you just outdid me, Buffy” Cordy said as soon as Buffy finished her story.
“WHAT? ME?” Buffy took offense.
“Well, yea. He. He. He loves you, obviously and you tell him you don’t love him and the beneath you comment. Sheesh. That’s harsh.” Anya backed up Cordy.
“But...But...after what he did to me?” Buffy stammered.
“Well, he DID say he was sorry…and I don’t think he really meant to hurt you” Willow piped in.
“Willow! Even YOU’RE taking HIS side? I thought you were my best friend!” Buffy exclaimed.
“I am, Buffy! I am. I’m sorry…but…I don’t know. I just feel kinda bad for the guy. Maybe you should talk to him.” Willow told her.

“I’ve tried my best to avoid him this past week but he seems to pop up everywhere I go. He is acting all big and bad too, being the usual arrogant jerk he normally is. Why should I talk to him?” Buffy asked.
“Of course he is. Don’t you know anything about men? He is putting on a show for you. Inside he is probably broken hearted.” Anya stated.
“Thanks. No more psych classes for you” Buffy joked. “If I tell you all something, you have to promise not to let it leave this room”
“We promise Buffy” they all said.
“I…I…kinda miss the jerk. Oh crap…who am I kidding? I REALLY miss him. I…I …I think I love him too but after what happened with the guys in my past…I was afraid…oh God...what am I going to do now?” Buffy put her head in her hands.

“AHHHCHOO!” a loud sneeze sounded outside Willow’s still opened window.
“What the...?” Buffy began as she got up to look outside.
“Shit!” Spike said under his breath. Hope they ’t h’t hear me, he thought.
Buffy looked out into the darkness. Nothing. Just as she was about to put her head back in, a glimpse of white caught her eye and she stuck her head back out and looked directly down, under the window.
“SPIKE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW?” Buffy grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up to the window.

“Buffy! Fancy meeting you here, luv” Spike tried to cover.
“Are you drunk?” Buffy asked him.
“No. But I probably should be” he answered.
“Were you listening to us? How long have you been here?” Buffy interrogated him.
“Gonna invite me in, pet? Seeing as how you miss me so much” Spike smirked.
The three other girls by now had gotten up and were all crowding around behind Buffy now.
“Hey Spike” Willow gave him a shy little wave.
“Red” he nodded his head at her.
She giggled at his nick name for her and Buffy shot her a glare.

“Buffy, we need to talk. Please pet.” Spike said.
“We’ll goour our room. You guys can have this room for as long as you need. Come on Willow.” Cordy and Anya pulled Willow along to go up to their room.
“Bye Spike” they all waved.
“Night ladies” he said then proceeded to climb through the window.
“Right then, that’s better” Spike said as he rose to his full height, standing over Buffy.

Buffy looked at him, her eyes traveling down. She noticed a white crusted substance on his duster.
“Got something on your coat” she said.
Spike looked down and then blushed.
Buffy saw the blush, then looked at the spot on the coat again.
“Oh gross! Spike! Were you jerking off outside my window you pervert?” Buffy inquired.
“Right, you caught me. Christ Buffy, can you blame me? Listening to you describe our sexual escapades blow by blow was enough to drive me crazy.” Spike growled.

“Look, we need to talk.” Spike said again.
“Fine. I’m listening.” Buffy sat down on her bed and prepared to listen to Spike’s diatribe.

Continued in Chapter 7- The Best Part of Fighting is Making Up