Making It All Better

This story takes place after season seven. Spike didn't die, he moved with Buffy to Italy and they are together still. This is a oneshot PWP. Warning for menstruation and oral play.


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Punch. Punch. Roundhouse. Buffy threw herself into the fight. Wanting to punch the heavy, muscled creature into oblivion. She didn't want to kill it. No, not that. Just hurt it. Hurt it a lot.

"These were my favorite shoes!"

Punch to the face and stomach. The creature doubled over, his huge bear-like head hanging down before he caught his breath and swung his meaty fist up to catch her on the jaw. The blow swung her around. Buffy gripped a headstone to keep herself upright.

Oh, she thought, you are going to pay!

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15 minutes earlier

Buffy had been walking home from the Piazza di Spagna where Willow and Kennedy had been celebrating their 5th anniversary.

Buffy had gotten all dolled up and was wearing a low-cut, ruched dress with her favorite new Steve Madden sandals. Spike had gone to drop something off at Xander's and had said he would see her back at the apartment. Spike had given her a scorching once over and said, "Hopefully in bed," causing Buffy's blood to reach a simmer in an instant. He had smirked at her as he turned around to leave. Buffy had smiled and turned to continue walking home, anticipating Spike's arrival. She walked a block and a half and was just passing the cemetery when the beast walked in front of her.

It was ugly, beyond ugly, it was worse than the crap-monster from Dogma.

It had a grizzly like long muzzle, no hair anywhere on it's body, just dark colored, slimy looking snake skin. Some sort of mucus dripped off of it and though he walked on two legs he was a bit hunched over. To complete the look he had two little ears perched atop his head like two tiny pyramids. He was licking something dark off of his clawed hand when he stopped and looked at Buffy, who stared back at him.

Without warning he screamed a high-pitched squeal at Buffy and took off in the other direction. Buffy stared after him for a moment before taking off after him.

She followed the monster through the cemetery, weaving in and out between gravestones. She began to gain on him, thirty, twenty, ten feet. She was close enough now, and this creature was starting to raise her temperature in a very bad way.

She leapt upon a tombstone and used it to catapult her over the creature, landing in front of him. He stuttered to a halt. He pushed both of his paws out and hit Buffy square in the chest, pushing her back several steps. Her heels sank into a pile of mud. Buffy looked down, horrified.

Her shoes, her shoes, were RUINED!

Buffy looked up at the creature a rage coming from behind her eyes. All she could think was Kill . . . KILL!

*****
Present Time

Buffy swung back around, her head felt like steam was coming out of it. She was so mad, she couldn't ever remember being this mad. Buffy dropped her head and began to run at the monster, getting ready to let loose like never before. Right before she hit him though a black clad figure flew through the air and tackled the monster sending it careening to its side.

Spike landed on top and before the creature could buck the vampire off of him Spike drew a wickedly long knife and slashed the monster's throat.

Buffy stopped dead. No, NO! she thought. Her rage was still pent up. The monster had destroyed her shoes and Spike had killed the shoe-destroying monster. It was all his fault. It always was. Always his fault

"Spike," she growled, marching over to him and jerking the vampire up. "Just what did you think you were doing? HUH? I had everything under control. That thing was my kill."

Spike, who had been looking decidedly pleased with himself up until this point frowned. "What's the matter, pet? I was just helping you out. Heard a bit of the rough and tumble on my way back from the whelp's and thought I would see who needed help." Spike grinned down at her, "Of course I thought it was the monster that needed help, up until he smacked you into next week."

This statement only served to increase Buffy's anger. " I didn't need any help! I had it just fine! You are always bursting in, ruining my game, and killing the bad guys!" Buffy raged hysterically.

Spike's frown deepened. "Well, call me insane, luv, but I thought that was what we did," Spike said scratching behind his ear, "You know, kill the bad guys."

Buffy glared at him, not appreciating his snarkiness at the moment. Waves of anger were wafting off of her, her breathing was erratic and Spike thought she smelled strange . . . different.

But Buffy was just getting started. " . . .believe you! What do you think I am, some damsel in distress? 'Cause if memory serves I have kicked some demon ass in my time." Buffy looked at Spike, her eyes practically spitting stakes. "I even kicked your ass several times. It certainly wasn't the most difficult!" Buffy yelled.

Spike's rage took over and he marched up into Buffy's face, "Now see here, slay-" But that was a far as he got because Buffy's scent suddenly invaded his nose.

It knocked his head back it was so powerful. Spike let it invade his nose a second. Nothing smelled as perfect as a slayer's blood. Slayer's blood? Spike opened his eyes to find Buffy looking at him strangely, but what else was new?

Spike's senses were wrapped around the aroma of her and his cock was beginning to harden just a bit. He smiled slowly. This made sense, why she had been so touchy and emotional the last few days, and why she had been so horny.

"So is that what this is all about? Jesus, Slayer, you should have just told me it was that time of the month. Now everything makes sense." Spike grinned at the Slayer expecting all to be well. He never saw her fist coming.

The next thing he knew Spike was on his back looking up at Buffy. Her hands were clenched and her face was full of rage.

"So whenever a woman gets mad she's PMSing? Is that it! Oh we can make allowance for the menstruating woman," Buffy sarcastically said. "Is that all you ever think can be wrong? A man could never do something wrong, no! Gods forbid a man might actually have done something wrong."

With one last look at Spike she stormed off intent on getting home and locking him out.

Spike laid on the ground for a minute before sighing, "You can never win, mate. Even when you're right, you're wrong." He got up and slowly began to walk home. Best to give her some time to cool off.

Buffy stormed into their apartment. She took off her shoes and placed them in the sink. Maybe she could get Willow to magick them clean. Buffy walked into her and Spike's room shucking off her dress and laying it across the back of her desk chair. She grabbed her PJs and pulled them on. Her back was starting to hurt her and she wanted to be comfortable.

She walked to the bathroom, pulled her pants and underwear down in preparation to use the toilet, but what she saw stopped her. Spike had been right. She had started her period.

Buffy groaned, "Well that explains why I was so horny last week, and so grumpy this week." Buffy took care of business, using a tampon to stamp her flow. Her cramps were beginning, they weren't too bad right now, but they would be in an hour or so. Her slayer strength often meant that her muscles would cramp harder than most girl's so she was usually miserable whenever she got her period. Buffy crawled into bed with her heating pad after taking four Advil and decide she would just rest.

Spike quietly entered the apartment. He dropped his keys on the table and looked around. No Buffy. She was probably in bed he thought. That was usually where she liked to spend her periods. They were never easy on her. Or him for that matter, not only was he concerned for her pain, but the scent of Slayer Blood, combined with the increased flow of Buffy's own scent usually served to make him hard as a rock. Oh, they had fun with it, sometimes, whenever she wasn't cramping. But Spike suspected this wasn't the case right now.

Spike looked around the kitchen thinking wondering what would be the best thing for Buffy right now? His gaze slowly tracked through the room before alighting on a package of miniature marshmallows. Spike smiled, "Chocolate."

Buffy lay on her bed, curled into a fetal position. She hated her periods, always had. This one seemed worse though. Buffy moaned as her cramps worsened and her back ached all the harder. Buffy pulled a pillow to her and hugged it to her chest. Sometimes it just sucked to be a girl.

A knock sounded at the door before it was opened, revealing Spike's concerned face. "All right there, luv?"

Buffy just looked at him, miserable. Spike stepped into her room, his hand holding a steaming mug. "Brought you some cocoa. Even put those little marshmallows in it," Spike said handing her the mug as he sat down next to her on the bed.

"Thanks," Buffy said, taking a sip of the hot chocolate. For all of his faults Spike always knew what a girl really needed. Chocolate. Buffy leaned her head back onto Spike's shoulder as he settled his arm comfortably around her.

"Did you take something for the pain?" He asked.

Buffy took another sip of the cocoa before handing him back the mug. She nodded, "Yeah I took some Advil. It just hasn't kicked in yet."

Spike set the mug on the nightstand so he could wrap both of his arms around her. He hated seeing her in pain, especially when he knew there wasn't much he could do. Spike reached one of his hands to cover her pelvis and began to rub lightly. "This okay for you, slayer?" He asked his hand slipping under her shirt a bit as he continued to rub.

Buffy turned onto her back and nodded. Spike's hand felt so good. It was still warm from holding the cocoa and his touch was just firm enough to massage the ache away. "Yeah, it feels good," she said arching to give him easier access. Spike continued rubbing her stomach for a long while.

Damn but his fingers were magical, Buffy thought after a while. The pain in her womb was easing and beginning to bring another kind of ache.

A couple more minutes later and his hand slipped under the waistband of her pants. He could feel the beginnings of the hair on her mound. He moved his hand slowly, steadily in a circle right over her womb.

Buffy moaned a bit, it felt so good. Spike could feel the beginnings of an erection. And was it any wonder? Not only did he have his hands on Buffy, but also he could smell her blood and her feminine juices beginning to flow, even through the tampon he knew she must have been wearing.

"How's it feeling, pet? Aches going away?" Spike asked.

Buffy smiled at him slightly, "Yeah its feeling a lot better," she murmured, a certain glint in her eye.

Until then, Spike's lust for her had been tempered by his concern for her pain. Now that that was no longer an issue the smell of her blood seemed to be affecting him more. He slipped from beside Buffy, letting her recline back onto her pillows so he could move down between her thighs. Spike stopped his massaging to grip the waistband of her sweats and pull them down her thighs. He wanted to taste her.

Spike looked up at Buffy from between her thighs and asked, "This all right luv?" Spike wanted to make sure she didn't have any problems with doing this.

Buffy looked down at Spike as he stared up at her from between her thighs, his intent obvious. Buffy stared back at Spike and slowly nodded her head.

Spike's eyes, which had been looking at Buffy questioningly, took on a wicked glint and with out further ado Spike dropped his head to her center, and stilled.

He didn't do anything, he didn't move, all he did was drag in unneeded breaths of air, of Buffy's scent, her blood, her cream. With every inhalation of her scent Spike's cock lengthened, growing harder and harder behind the teeth of his zipper. She smelled so damn good, he could revel in her scent, make it into bloody cologne, he could die in it.

Buffy's hips began to wriggle a bit, reminding him he had things to do. He nudged his face farther down until his nose was separating her lips and he found her throbbing nubbin. He nuzzled it with his nose and looked up at Buffy as she whimpered pushing her hips higher towards him.

He found the string of her tampon and Spike smiled and said, "Look Ma, no hands," and he grabbed the string with his teeth and pulled the article from her body.

It hadn't soaked up much of her blood yet, and for that he was grateful. That was his job. He pitched it at the refuse basket, not watching to see if it went in.

He bent down and inhaled again before he began to lave her pussy with his tongue. Long slow licks, from opening to clit and back. Over, and over and over and over again until Buffy thought she would die. Her pussy was clenching and sending small gushes of bloody cream up onto Spike's tongue.

Spike moaned low in his throat as wave after wave of Buffy's blood and cum concoction hit his tongue. He began to stab his tongue into her hole, mimicking what he would like to do with his cock. His hips were rocking against the bed, trying to get release. Buffy's hips were rhythmically hunching at his face, trying to reach heaven as Spike took her to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.

Her arms reached up to grip the bars of her bed. His tongue was AMAZING! So long and fast, it felt incredible. Buffy knew she was going to cum soon.

Spike's tongue came up from her opening to stab at her clit and Buffy arched her back high of the bed, keening as she reached another plateau. Spike's hand came up and lay on her stomach, just over her womb and he began massaging her pelvis again.

Spike knew Buffy was exceptionally close to cumming, her blood and cream was flowing heavily and . . . it . . . tasted . . . wonderful. Spike wanted more. He stabbed her clitoris with his tongue several more times and with each thrust Buffy's body arched up. Finally Spike decided it was enough and after licking up her cum he closed his lips around her clit and sucked, hard.

"AAAAAHHHHH! Oh GOD, Spike!" Buffy screamed at the ceiling as she bowed off the bed, convulsing beneath him slightly. Spike let his mouth slip back down to her opening as he cleaned her up with his tongue. God, it was so good, salty with the blood's sweetly metallic taste. Ambrosia couldn't have tasted this good.

His cock had been leaking pre-cum steadily as he tongued her and he was so hard he felt he could pound through diamonds. His penis was rubbing against his jeans as he ground against the bed. He had to be inside of her, right now, this instant.

He opened his jeans and thrust them down his legs, cycling to get them off. He looked down at Buffy, still recovering from her passion and groaned.

She was exquisite, laid out, open and ready for him. The only thing he wanted was her, to be hers, to be inside of her.

His penis jutted out from his body, long and solid, curving slightly. It was testament to his desire for her. Spike raised up onto his knees. Buffy raggedly drew air into her lungs, slowly coming down from the peak that her lover had driven her to. She looked at the vampire between her legs and admired the sight. His cock was so beautiful. It was flushed red with blood and she could see the veins on the underside running its length. She wanted it inside of her, so deep he could never leave.

Spike grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach before she could protest, not that she would. Or could for that matter, she could barely breathe, let alone speak.

Spike scooted between her legs, spreading them even more. His dick teased her pussy lips, slipping between them, separating them to get to the heart of her.

Spike gripped her thighs, and oh . . . so . . . slowly . . . pulled her onto his cock from behind. Slayer 's always so tight, Spike thought, like a bloody virgin. Jesus, her pussy grips hard enough to break my parts off.

Buffy let out a low moan as he slid into her. She was tender down there but he felt so good. He pushed further until Buffy thought he would touch her very heart.

When he was fully seated within her tightness Spike let out an unneeded breath. "Jesus, Slayer," he rasped. "So bloody tight. Feel so good."

Buffy lay in front of him, ass in the air. Looking at her like that made him close his eyes just to get himself under control. Feeling her pussy squeeze him like a python was bad enough. Seeing her completely at his mercy was almost his undoing.

Seeing her laid out for him like a sexual offering, Spike's hips thrust, involuntarily, into her a little before he got himself under control.

Spike took another unneeded breath then gripped Buffy's hip and slipped one arm around her chest. He drew the slayer into an upright position slowly, and then pulled her until her back was flush with his chest.

Buffy whimpered at the change in position, her pussy clamping down on his dick rhythmically. Spike's demon growled at the feeling and the vibrations reverberated all the way down to where their bodies connected, making Buffy give a little buck at the feeling.

"Jesus Slayer," Spike yelled. "Don't move, don't fuckin wriggle or I will cum so hard it'll never end."

After a minute or two of not moving Spike leaned back on one hand while his other gripped the slayer's waist. He used his legs to spread hers even further, to give him better access to her deliciously snug pussy. He slowly began to thrust his hips up. Buffy's head fell back onto his shoulder.

Spike began a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts, pushing into Buffy. "Oh God Slayer, you feel so fucking good. Squeezing my cock, so wet, so tight. I can smell you so well in this position. Your blood mixing with your cum. Just the smell is enough to knock me out from pleasure."

Buffy reached up a hand around Spike's neck, lifting her chest into his view. Spike moved his hand up to her breast, plucking, pulling, and flicking at the red budded nipple. Buffy moaned, "Please, Spike, please."

Spike grinned. "You like that Slayer? Like me playing with your pretty tits?" Spike said and began thrusting a bit harder. Buffy gasped, "Yes, harder. Please, Spike!" The Slayer's pleading made Spike's cock jerk. Damn, she felt good, creaming on his dick. She was almost there again. He could feel it. Feel the tiny flutters deep in her pussy that signaled she was ready to cum. He thrust up and swiveled his hips in a figure eight, scrapping his cock over that spot he knew would send her right over the edge.

Buffy's breath grew raspier as Spike's cock began an intricate dance inside of her. Jesus he was bad. "Yeah," she moaned, "Please, Spike. Just like that. Yes, Yes, AHHHHHH!" Buffy screamed her pleasure as she came all over Spike's cock.

The Slayer's climax proved to be too much for Spike. He humped up into her, pressing his hips into her butt, his balls swinging from the thrusts. He felt her clamp down tight on his dick, so tight, milking it for all it was worth.

"Slayer!" he yelled as his cock exploded deep inside of her, his cold seed spreading inside of Buffy's womb.

Buffy fell forward onto her stomach and Spike followed her down. His cock was softening and it slid out of her as Spike fell to the side of her, replete.

He reached his arm around her waist and pulled her up against his front, spooning her. He kissed the back of her neck contentedly as she curled up against him. They fell asleep together in that position, and Spike could have sworn that he almost felt his heart give a little beat, if only for a moment.