Her Spike
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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,190
Reviews:
4
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Her Spike
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Her Spike
Spike could feel the pain coursing through every fiber of his being. It was like being torn apart. Or being born again. Only the unpleasant way by being stripped of everything and shoved back together in the roughest manner possible. He was frozen on his knees, continuing to howl his grief and despair and fear and agony.
***
Buffy jolted ever so slightly on her feet. Dawn noticed and sent her sister a quizzical look but the blond slayer didn’t say a word. She just closed her eyes and clutched her stomach, moaning as waves of pain hit her though she wasn’t injured.
“ Buffy?”
Her mind worked furiously to sort out where the pain was coming from. Was it physical? Emotional? Or was there something more? Her consciousness worked furiously, searching through her mind and senses to determine where this pain was coming from and what the best course of action was to stop it. She stumbled against the wall, feeling weak and fearful all of a sudden.
“ Buffy?!”
Then it occurred to her, this wasn’t her emotions and pain she was feeling, it was someone else’s. She could feel it flowing through her blood. Knew her mate was calling desperately to her for help. And though angry, justly or unjustly, she had to respond. Opening her eyes in clarity, ignoring her sister or the help from above, she gasped a word and disappeared into thin air,” Spike!”
***
All the blond vampire was aware of was pain. Not even knowing that he was writhing helplessly on the ground, his demon wanting and fearing the soul he’d wished for all at the same time. That part of him was rebelling, trying to cast it out while wanting it more than anything. For the girl, he tried to remember. He was doing this for the girl. He howled, clutching his head and curling up in a ball, tears flowing freely down his face.
But as the pain started to recede, he became aware of the strong arms encircling his frame and the lap he was laying in. He could hear whispers, speaking to one another but he was too muddled to piece together the conversation in his fractured mind.
“ Get rid of it. Now.”
“ What has been done can’t be-”
“ I know the past is done, but this isn’t about the past. You can get rid of it, or I can kill you and find a way.”
A soft growl,” It is what he wished for.”
A gentle hand stroked his temple,” Well, tough. You said he did it for me, well I reserve the right to return a gift and exchange it for something else.”
A deep sigh,” And what would you exchange it for?”
There was a lengthy pause and Spike found himself being petted, something he enjoyed very much and couldn’t help the soft purr in his chest,” To give him back his strength…to take out the chip.”
He purred harder when her other hand rubbed lightly along his slightly bruised ribs. He didn’t care about the ribs, just the petting,” Very well…”
***
Spike puzzled to himself, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on without actually moving and announcing that he was awake. He could feel the softness of a comfy bed under his naked skin. The itchiness of bandages over his injuries and a comforter piled on top of him. Plus the pillows made for a very relaxing place to be. What puzzled him was the warm body spooned against his back, a leg thrown over his upper thigh. Arms of strength were curled around his middle and a pert nose was rubbing against the nape of his neck.
If he had to hazard a guess he might think that it was the slayer but that was a truly absurd possibility. She would never snuggle with him, not the months during their secret affair and certainly not after…that night. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Forgetting about stealth, he turned his head to one of the pillows and silently sobbed in grief and despair.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her, certainly not to try to…rape her. He’d been confused and love sick and desperate for some sign that she cared. But he’d ruined everything with his drunkedness and his desperation. Vowing to take a walk in the sun, he started when the figure behind him pulled him closer and breathed in his ear,” It’s okay, baby…shhh…”
***
Buffy had been awake for hours, silently watching her charge sleeping and debating on what to do with him. She’d made sure that the chip was gone, thereby making it possible for him to kill if he so chose. She was hoping he’d choose her instead but she’d have to wait and see. Absently she rubbed her nose into his hair, making sure that his scent was in her thoughts and mind.
She frowned as she sensed him wake up and watched him practically collapse into a miserable puddle. Leaning forward, she whispered calming words into his ear and sprinkled kisses along his neck and shoulder. Eventually he calmed down and turned just enough to cling to her, whispering in a harsh voice apologies over and over again.
But the words meant nothing to her, the grief alone in his voice more than extinguishing her anger once and for all. Now all that she was left with was the guilt of her own callous actions and the love that she secretly held for him. And from him. For she knew her own fear of rejection had driven him to this low point and she was determined to heal him, inside and out.
But he wasn’t ready for declarations of love. Not yet. She could feel the weakness in his grip, the tiredness in his voice and the slight trembling of hunger working through him. Pulling him closer, she carefully reached around behind him and scraped a sharp fingernail along her shoulder. He gasped as a thin trail of blood welled up in the cut and he practically pounced at the offering, freezing with his lips hovering to whimper for permission.
She smiled and gently guided his head, sighing softly in happiness when he fastened his lips on her wound, gaining nourishment and healing from her powerful blood. Her smile broadened, feeling his arousal digging into her hip. At least some things never changed.
Buffy gently ran her hands along his broad back, scratching lightly along the muscles as he started to purr again. It would be different this time. It was more than hope, it was a promise. He would know how she felt about him, how much she cared and how deeply she loved. She wouldn’t abandon him again and she knew once he understood, he wouldn’t even think of leaving her. Deciding to convey all of this to him in one word,” Mine.”
Spike started for half a moment, blinking rapidly before resuming his carefully casual feeding. His despair was lifting with each lick and suckle, gaining from her not just blood but kinship. He knew deep down if he was patient enough she’d come around. And she had. For that one word carried all the possessiveness in the world. And all the meaning too. For he was her’s now just as she was his.
His Buffy.
Her Spike.
Her Spike
Spike could feel the pain coursing through every fiber of his being. It was like being torn apart. Or being born again. Only the unpleasant way by being stripped of everything and shoved back together in the roughest manner possible. He was frozen on his knees, continuing to howl his grief and despair and fear and agony.
***
Buffy jolted ever so slightly on her feet. Dawn noticed and sent her sister a quizzical look but the blond slayer didn’t say a word. She just closed her eyes and clutched her stomach, moaning as waves of pain hit her though she wasn’t injured.
“ Buffy?”
Her mind worked furiously to sort out where the pain was coming from. Was it physical? Emotional? Or was there something more? Her consciousness worked furiously, searching through her mind and senses to determine where this pain was coming from and what the best course of action was to stop it. She stumbled against the wall, feeling weak and fearful all of a sudden.
“ Buffy?!”
Then it occurred to her, this wasn’t her emotions and pain she was feeling, it was someone else’s. She could feel it flowing through her blood. Knew her mate was calling desperately to her for help. And though angry, justly or unjustly, she had to respond. Opening her eyes in clarity, ignoring her sister or the help from above, she gasped a word and disappeared into thin air,” Spike!”
***
All the blond vampire was aware of was pain. Not even knowing that he was writhing helplessly on the ground, his demon wanting and fearing the soul he’d wished for all at the same time. That part of him was rebelling, trying to cast it out while wanting it more than anything. For the girl, he tried to remember. He was doing this for the girl. He howled, clutching his head and curling up in a ball, tears flowing freely down his face.
But as the pain started to recede, he became aware of the strong arms encircling his frame and the lap he was laying in. He could hear whispers, speaking to one another but he was too muddled to piece together the conversation in his fractured mind.
“ Get rid of it. Now.”
“ What has been done can’t be-”
“ I know the past is done, but this isn’t about the past. You can get rid of it, or I can kill you and find a way.”
A soft growl,” It is what he wished for.”
A gentle hand stroked his temple,” Well, tough. You said he did it for me, well I reserve the right to return a gift and exchange it for something else.”
A deep sigh,” And what would you exchange it for?”
There was a lengthy pause and Spike found himself being petted, something he enjoyed very much and couldn’t help the soft purr in his chest,” To give him back his strength…to take out the chip.”
He purred harder when her other hand rubbed lightly along his slightly bruised ribs. He didn’t care about the ribs, just the petting,” Very well…”
***
Spike puzzled to himself, trying to figure out where he was and what was going on without actually moving and announcing that he was awake. He could feel the softness of a comfy bed under his naked skin. The itchiness of bandages over his injuries and a comforter piled on top of him. Plus the pillows made for a very relaxing place to be. What puzzled him was the warm body spooned against his back, a leg thrown over his upper thigh. Arms of strength were curled around his middle and a pert nose was rubbing against the nape of his neck.
If he had to hazard a guess he might think that it was the slayer but that was a truly absurd possibility. She would never snuggle with him, not the months during their secret affair and certainly not after…that night. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Forgetting about stealth, he turned his head to one of the pillows and silently sobbed in grief and despair.
He hadn’t meant to hurt her, certainly not to try to…rape her. He’d been confused and love sick and desperate for some sign that she cared. But he’d ruined everything with his drunkedness and his desperation. Vowing to take a walk in the sun, he started when the figure behind him pulled him closer and breathed in his ear,” It’s okay, baby…shhh…”
***
Buffy had been awake for hours, silently watching her charge sleeping and debating on what to do with him. She’d made sure that the chip was gone, thereby making it possible for him to kill if he so chose. She was hoping he’d choose her instead but she’d have to wait and see. Absently she rubbed her nose into his hair, making sure that his scent was in her thoughts and mind.
She frowned as she sensed him wake up and watched him practically collapse into a miserable puddle. Leaning forward, she whispered calming words into his ear and sprinkled kisses along his neck and shoulder. Eventually he calmed down and turned just enough to cling to her, whispering in a harsh voice apologies over and over again.
But the words meant nothing to her, the grief alone in his voice more than extinguishing her anger once and for all. Now all that she was left with was the guilt of her own callous actions and the love that she secretly held for him. And from him. For she knew her own fear of rejection had driven him to this low point and she was determined to heal him, inside and out.
But he wasn’t ready for declarations of love. Not yet. She could feel the weakness in his grip, the tiredness in his voice and the slight trembling of hunger working through him. Pulling him closer, she carefully reached around behind him and scraped a sharp fingernail along her shoulder. He gasped as a thin trail of blood welled up in the cut and he practically pounced at the offering, freezing with his lips hovering to whimper for permission.
She smiled and gently guided his head, sighing softly in happiness when he fastened his lips on her wound, gaining nourishment and healing from her powerful blood. Her smile broadened, feeling his arousal digging into her hip. At least some things never changed.
Buffy gently ran her hands along his broad back, scratching lightly along the muscles as he started to purr again. It would be different this time. It was more than hope, it was a promise. He would know how she felt about him, how much she cared and how deeply she loved. She wouldn’t abandon him again and she knew once he understood, he wouldn’t even think of leaving her. Deciding to convey all of this to him in one word,” Mine.”
Spike started for half a moment, blinking rapidly before resuming his carefully casual feeding. His despair was lifting with each lick and suckle, gaining from her not just blood but kinship. He knew deep down if he was patient enough she’d come around. And she had. For that one word carried all the possessiveness in the world. And all the meaning too. For he was her’s now just as she was his.
His Buffy.
Her Spike.