Author: hulettwyo PM
Picks up from when Buffy beat the crap out of Spike outside the police station in Dead Things then goes seriously AU. General disclaimers apply. I own nothing. Just having a bit of fun.Rated: Fiction M - English - Adventure/Hurt/Comfort - Spike & Buffy S. - Chapters: 67 - Words: 170,922 - Reviews: 274 - Favs: 136 - Follows: 165 - Updated: 11-20-12 - Published: 03-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 6843438
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Chapter Sixty Two – Doing Spells
"Yuck. How did I still manage to get covered in demon guts? I moved out of the way when he exploded!"
Spike chuckled at the gore covered Slayer walking next to him down the sidewalk. "Not quite quick enough, kitten. That's why I sent Clem ahead with my car. Didn't want to be scrubbin' demon slime off the upholstery. Don't worry, though, we'll be back at the mansion in no time and you can have a wash up."
Buffy shook her head. "Since that one Master is still at the mansion, I'd rather do the post-fighty celebration at the house. Besides, it's closer."
"Yeah. After winning a big fight, even though this fight wasn't really all that big, we eat pizza and ice cream and watch movies. It's tradition."
Spike frowned. "Is it. Funny, I don't remember that."
Buffy stopped walking and shot Spike a guilty glance. "I'm sorry, Spike. It's a 'before I loved you' tradition. We did it after the Adam thing, and…"
Spike held up his hand. "I get it, pet." She raised her arms to hug him and he held up both hands in a warding gesture. "Don't, Buffy."
Buffy dropped her arms and backed up. "What? Why not?" Her bottom lip started to wobble and tears pricked at her eyes.
"Oh hell, don't cry, pet. I'm not angry and I'm not rejecting you… Just don't want you to slime my duster." Her lip continued to wobble and Spike sighed, slipping out of his duster and letting it drop to the sidewalk at his feet. He held out his arms. "C'mere, luv."
She tucked herself into his embrace and mumbled against his chest as she let the tears fall. "I'm sorry we… I… kept you on the outside of the group. I wish things…"
"Shhh, pet, none of that now. No wishin' on a Hellmouth, yeah?" Spike tightened his hold on her and whispered into her slimy hair, "All's forgiven, kitten. Can't bear to see you cry."
Buffy snuffled then wrestled her tears under control. "I know. And I really am sorry. I'm not crying just to manipulate you." She paused for a few seconds and Spike could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke, "That's what the patented Summers pout is for."
Spike chuckled, "I know that, pet, fallen victim to it often enough. From you and your sis." Spike took a deep breath, regretting it immediately as the stench of G'vark demon filled his nostrils. He coughed and sputtered for a moment then chuckled along with Buffy's muffled giggling. "You reek, Slayer. Let's get you to the house."
Buffy backed up and Spike hooked his duster off the ground, making sure to hold it away from his now slimy clothes. "And me as well. Care for a bit of company in the shower, luv?"
Buffy sent him a saucy wink. "Maybe. You offering?"
"Jesus, do you two ever stop?" Dawn backed quickly out of the bathroom, but not before getting an eyeful of a naked vampire pounding into her sister as she bent over the sink. Dawn stomped down the stairs, pulling the ear buds from her ears then holding up her hand to Willow as she started up. "You really don't want to go up there."
The grunting, panting, and barely muffled moaning convinced the red head and she turned quickly, following Dawn back into the living room. "How long have they been at it?"
"I have no idea. I didn't even know they were up there until I opened the bathroom door." She wrapped the cord around her iPod then tucked it into her back pocket. "That'll teach me to listen to music when I don't know where my sister is."
Her sister seeing her like this, with Spike gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he pounded into her, should have made her libido run away screaming like a little girl, but… it didn't. She was too close and Spike was hitting all the good spots, pushing every single button that made her gasp and moan and scream his name, and he knew it, too, the smug bastard.
"Guess I should've locked the door," he chuckled as Dawn's steps sounded down the stairs, then his hand snaked around, his fingers slipping over her throbbing nub as his hips continued to piston furiously. He pinched just right and growled, "Come for me, pet," and she did, voicing his name in a long drawn out scream as she contracted around him, pulling him over the edge after her.
They collapsed in a slimy heap on the floor, both panting like they'd just sprinted across town. When she'd gotten her breath back, Buffy rolled into Spike and buried her flaming face in his chest. "She saw us, Spike! My baby sister saw us! First Giles and now Dawn! And we just kept going! God! I'll never be able to face her again!"
Spike wrapped his arms over her, squeezing tight. "Yes you will, pet. We weren't doin' anythin' wrong or unnatural. And it's her fault for not knockin'. Hopefully this little episode has broken her of that habit. 'Sides, it's not like she hasn't shagged in here. Can smell her and Billy all over the house. Think they've christened every single room."
Buffy's head shot up and she glared at Spike. "And I really didn't need to know that! God! TMI much?"
Spike laughed as he pushed Buffy to a sitting position then got to his feet and turned on the water in the shower. "Let's get cleaned up, Slayer. We'll deal with the awkwardness and what all after that."
Buffy mumbled, "My baby sister," as she climbed to her feet and stepped into the tub behind Spike.
Spike pulled her under the water and bent to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. "She's not a baby anymore, kitten. She's a grown woman, and I'd wager we haven't got anythin' she hasn't seen."
Buffy pounded her fist weakly against his chest. "No kidding, Big Bad. She's already told me that she thinks you're bigger than Billy." She held her hands up about nine inches apart then lowered them to Spike's still hard cock. "And it looks like she was right."
Spike's eyes went wide with shock and he sputtered, "What?"
Buffy giggled at his expression then held up her fingers, ticking them off one by one. "A. You had nightmares. B. Dawn held you when you had nightmares. C. You sleep naked." She dropped her hand. "She said she'd never seen you hard, so she could only guess, but…"
Spike groaned and leaned forward, burying his face in Buffy's neck. "Bloody hell. Thought I'd done a good job of keepin' myself covered. Chit must've peeked when I was asleep. Now I'll never be able to face her."
There were smirks all around as a squeaky clean Slayer and her blond vampire stepped into the living room. Well, except from the Slayer or the blond vampire. Everyone else seemed to be highly amused by the situation. Spike dropped into the only vacant chair and pulled Buffy down onto his lap then threw a glare around the room. "What're you all lookin' at?"
Dawn shrugged and leaned back against Billy. "A lot more clothing, that's for sure."
Spike snarled, "Might try knockin' next time, Niblet. Save us all a little embarrassment, yeah?"
Dawn shrugged again. "I'm not embarrassed. And why would I knock on the door to what I thought was an empty room? You two should have been at the mansion getting your freak on, not upstairs in my bathroom."
Spike's eyebrow quirked. "Who's loo?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Technically yours, but since you don't really live here anymore, I'm claiming the house. Besides, I've already moved all my stuff downstairs into our room." She pulled Billy's arms around her and shot a challenging look at Spike. "So there."
Spike smirked back and nodded. "All right, Bit. I'll get the deed signed over to you. Was gonna do that anyway when you'd finished school." Billy smiled and sent Spike a knowing look and Spike nodded. "Told you, didn't I? Good luck with her, Billy. You're gonna need it." He clapped his hands together sharply. "Well, if you lot are done tormentin' me and the Slayer… what's this I hear 'bout some kind of party?"
Xander stood then turned to help Anya to her feet. "Anya doesn't want to stay for movie watching, so I'll drop her at home and go pick up the pizza."
Buffy frowned up at Anya as she passed the chair. "You're sure? You can bring little Will if you want. The more the merrier. And I'd love to hold him for a while. He's so cute."
Anya smiled. "I'm sure, Buffy, but thank you. I'm tired and my breasts are full of milk. Will needs to nurse and then sleep and he won't be able to do that here with all of you taking turns holding him. Babies need their sleep or they'll get sick and won't grow. I want Will to grow."
Dawn jumped up and pulled Billy to his feet. "Billy and I will go get the movies. And maybe we'll pick up a bottle of something."
Spike nodded toward the kitchen. "Got plenty of liquor downstairs, Niblet, not that you need to be drinkin' it anyway."
Dawn huffed. "I'm old enough, Spike, and you have nothing but whiskey… that now lives in a cabinet in the kitchen, by the way, not in our room. Besides, I want some Schnapps or something."
Spike shuddered and looked over at the witches. "What 'bout you birds? What're you gonna go fetch?"
Willow and Tara looked at each other then Tara smiled over at Spike. "We'll go by the apartment and get some microwave popcorn."
Dawn smirked, "And maybe do a 'spell' or two, right?"
Willow blushed as Tara grinned. "Maybe."
Spike called out before anyone could get out of earshot. "Meet back here in an hour or so then? Buffy and I might need to do a 'spell' of our own, so ring the bloody doorbell, would you?"
Buffy pushed against Spike's chest, moving him back just far enough to release her lips so she could catch enough air to say, "Can you get the door? That's probably Xander with the pizza." Spike leaned forward, pushing against her hand, and managed to lock his lips with hers again. He finished up the kiss that the doorbell had interrupted then pulled back, loving the glazed look of lust in Buffy's eyes even though they'd just finished another spectacular shag not even ten minutes ago. Buffy took a deep breath and shivered a little then leaned in for a soft kiss. "And don't forget to wipe off the table, please."
Spike chuckled against her lips. "It's not like anybody'll know, Buffy."
Buffy leaned back a little and smiled. "Billy will. He's got a vampire nose, too."
"All right, pet." He turned Buffy around and placed the ice cream scoop back in her hand. "There you go, luv. Scoop away. I'll just get the door." Buffy started to turn and Spike quickly added, "And the table."
He snagged the damp dishcloth hanging over the faucet then made his way into the dining room, pausing long enough to quickly wipe down the table. He sniffed and smirked. 'A few swipes with a rag isn't gonna erase that delicious odor.' He left the dishcloth sitting on the edge of the table then walked to the door, pulling it open without bothering to sense who was on the other side. "Peaches? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"