Mrs. Giles

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“Okay, gentle listeners. Well, mainly just Spike. Anyway, I have followed ‘the subject,’ a.k.a. one Drusilla Giles to a seedy motel called the Motor Inn. I know, it’s pretty cheesy, isn’t it? Any who, this where she met up with the dark haired stranger, who appears to be attractive in a sinister, yet sexy sort of way. That is, if one likes that kind of thing... Ahem. The subject Dru brought the miniature subject, named Faith Giles. The trio was in the motel room for approximately fifteen and fifty-two seconds. I’m not certain what was said at that time, for I waited until they left to raid the stranger’s apartment.

I then proceeded to place two listening devices, also known as ‘bugs’ in the room. It is one room after all, and should suffice. I found some IDs and the like, but left immediately as soon as my task was done, for fear of being caught. As we await the trio’s return, I shall regale you, dear listener, of a tale of-“ The audio abruptly ceased when Spike pressed the stop button.

“Jesus, Andrew. I don’t need all of this. Just tell me what the bloody hell is goin’ on!” Spike yelled in frustration. Andrew visibly cringed at his loudness, but nodded in understanding.

“Actually Spike, I’m not sure I understood correctly. The dark haired stranger’s name is Angel, and kept saying how he was going to expose Dru’s real identity, which is Buffy Summers, and that he is the true father of Faith. Spike, what’s goin on?” Andrew asked in true innocence. Spike gave a deep sigh before explaining.

“The thing of it is... the real Drusilla died in that train wreck. I’ve known for quite sometime, but –"

“Wait, you knew? You knew and didn’t tell anybody?” He asked, feeling slightly hurt at no knowing.

“No, I didn’t tell anybody. How could I? I fell for her, and she... She had nothing, and wanted nothing. I mean nothing. Wasn’t after our money or anything. She was just so- alone, ya know? I couldn’t bear the thought of her in pain of any sort.” He said more to himself than the other man in the room. Andrew looked at Spike with a look full of pure adoration in that moment.

“Well then, I guess you’re just gonna haveta be the hero that you are and save her.” He said in all seriousness. This caused Spike to slightly chuckle at that statement, and he turned his eyes on Andrew.

“You honestly believe that, don’t you? That I’m a hero?” Andrew gave him a look full of sincerity and conviction before replying.

“Oh, William Giles, I know it. Being the true warrior that you are, I know that you won’t let me- I mean us down.”

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Buffy could feel it creeping upon her. The dark haze of depression had descended upon her. She should have known that this would never last. Just as she suspected, Angel threatened to expose her if she didn’t pay him money.

“What am I gonna do?” She thought out loud as she continued to pace back and forth in her room. She knew it wouldn’t make a difference if she paid or not. Angel would haunt her the rest of her life if he could help it. He’d never let her go. She then decided that she would just tell them all the truth.

“No, I couldn’t hurt them like that.” She rethought. She became angry with herself when she felt the warm tears wet her cheeks. She hated it that Angel could get to her.

“Damn him. I’ll kill him!” She shouted in anger and frustration, lifting a vase high over her head and throwing it across the room. The heavy vase caught the corner of a dresser and broke into large pieces. Luckily, the baby was outside with Tara enjoying the sunshine, so she could be as loud as she wanted. But someone did hear, and quietly entered her room.

“Oh sweetheart, are you all right?” Spike asked with the utmost concern. Buffy whipped her head around at his voice. She began to fiercely wipe at her face when she saw it was him.

“I’m sorry about the vase and- I just messed up so much...” She trailed off as she began to cry in earnest. He rushed over to her and embraced her with his strong, comforting arms.

“Shh. It’s alright, luv. I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He murmured soothingly to her. Buffy, wanting to forget everything, leaned up and kissed Spike desperately. He returned it with equal fervor. She began grasping at him, pulling him to her as if he were her last life line, and in a way, he was. She so wanted him to be her salvation- from Angel as well as herself. Their kisses became more intense, and were full of undiluted passion, for they had waited so, so long to be intimate with one another.

Buffy was terrified, but pushed on nevertheless. Angel had been the only man she had been with, his hulking form always towering over her. But with Spike, even though he was taller, his slender, compact frame comforted as well as complimented her. With slightly shaking fingers, she began to unbutton his shirt. When she finished, she pulled it down and off of his shoulders. She caressed his strong arms and firm, muscular chest. She looked at him with passionate, needful eyes.

"Spike, I want you." That was all the go ahead Spike needed. He crushed his lips back to hers. He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, tossing her on it. He quickly pulled off her skirt and shoes, leaving her in her panties and halter top. Buffy, feeling as if there weren’t enough time for her to be shy, quickly pulled her top over her head, tossing it to the side. Spike just stood there, looking at her quietly. Buffy, finally noticing the extreme brightness of the room and how exposed she was, modestly covered herself by crossing her arms over her chest. Spike gave her a little smile.

“S’alright, ducks. You show me yours…” He trailed off, toeing off his shoes as he unbuckled his pants. Buffy sucked in a breath as he slowly pulled down the zipper, all the while watching her. He pulled his pants down slowly as well, easily stepping one foot out before kicking his other foot out of the other. He loved how she was bathed in the sunshine. She looked as if she were some celestial being, bestowed upon him from the heavens.

“Effulgent.” He muttered, as he slowly got on the bed. She leaned back against the down pillows as he leaned over her, lightly caressing her cheeks, the delicate line of her jaw, and her plump lower lip. She gazed up at him, one hand on his shoulder, the other running her fingers through his silky locks. Looking into his eyes, she saw… warmth. Passion. And what she hoped to be love. The way he gazed at her was the complete and utter opposite of the feral, hungry way Angel used to. That is, when he did bother to even look at her face. God, how naïve I was she thought wryly to herself, emitting a small laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, now caressing her sides. She shook her head.

“Nothing. I was just thinking of how lucky I am- being here with you.”

“You’re not the only one who’s lucky, you know.” He said sincerely. She swallowed deeply, spreading her legs on either side of him. He moaned as he felt himself brush against her wetness. She gently grasped his back as her heart hammered in her chest, her lungs seemingly not being able to obtain enough air. From nervousness, anticipation, or both, she couldn’t tell.

“All I ever wanted was someone who… all I ever wanted was you.” She admitted in a whisper. He leaned in and kissed her tenderly while positioning himself at her entrance. He peppered kisses all over her face as he slowly slid in. Buffy whimpered and writhed underneath him as he began filling her- her eyes tightly shut. When Spike stopped moving forward, she opened them and saw the concern on his face. Grabbing his back a little harder, she thrust upward, causing him to groan.

“Don’t stop. Please.” He nodded silently as he began to move again. His languid thrusts were driving her crazy. He never stopped kissing and caressing her the whole time. It was confusing, for she had never experienced anything like it, and yet it made her feel warm and complete. She hadn’t even noticed she began to cry again. He kissed the tear trail down her cheek. Spike, resting his forehead on top of hers, quickened his pace.

“Please don’t cry luv.” He pleaded with her. Her only response was to kiss him deeply. She encouraged him to drive deeper into her by wrapping her legs around him, crossing her ankles on his lower back. He rubbed her sensitive nerves in a sensual, circular motion as he felt himself losing all control. She dug her nails into him as she felt her walls clenching. She cried out in a pleasure so powerful that made her entire body tremor as her feet seemed to go numb for a moment. Spike followed her shortly after, with three final thrusts.

“Oh, Buffy… Buffy, I love you.” He murmured before kissing her again. He rolled off of her and laid on his side before holding her close.

After several minutes of realizing what he had just said, she slowly lifted up her head and looked at him with large eyes.
“What did you just call me?”


A/N: Okay, so how was that last scene? I feel like I've been losing my edge as far as those um, "intimate" moments go. Was it okay?