Tying Things Up - Chapter 4

"Buffy?"

Buffy disentangled herself from Spike and hurried to stand up. Spike, however, just casually got to his feet and tucked himself away slowly, obviously relishing the pain etched on Angels face.

"What? Buffy?" Angel couldn't believe it, he'd chained Spike up a few days ago and the guilt had been too much for him, coming back to free him he'd found he was already free and screwing his rescuer.

Spike pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth and clicked it; Buffy felt like her heart was going to explode in her chest. Before she had time to react, Angel had Spike up against the wall and a stake pressed against his sternum.

"Angel, no!" Buffy screamed at him and tried to pull him away, as she did so he turned on her.

"You were fucking Spike? Why, Buffy? Why?" Anger etched across his face he kept Spike pinned in placed against the wall.

"Let him go, this isn't about him." Her voice was quiet but determined, she couldn't let Angel dust Spike because of this, she couldn't let him take it out on Spike again when he should be taking it out on her.

"Why?" Angel ground out and she looked at Spike unfazed.

"Because we both needed to move on." Now that she looked at him she could see it in his eyes, they'd only moved on to another kind of pain, a deeper kind, she was going to crave him as badly as he craved her.

"So you fucked Spike? Spike!?!"

"Yeah, I fucked Spike, he fucked me, I found him chained to a wall being tortured by someone I foolishly thought was above all that. But you know what, Angel, you are no better than he is so don't give me the bullshit about how he's a killer…because do I look dead to you?"

"He would've killed you, believe me."

"No, I wouldn't…" Spike muttered in disgust.

"Shut up!" Angel grasped his throat tight enough to make him gag but Buffy just stared into Spikes eyes, they spoke volumes to her--he really wouldn't have.

He hadn't wanted to bite her so he obviously didn't want to kill her, she'd made him do it, made him drink from her and hurt her exquisitely. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted it, her faithful stake staring straight back at her. Moving with all the speed and agility she could muster she retrieved it and before Angel knew what was happening it was pressed against his back.

"I said…" Buffy ground out from between clenched teeth. "Let him go."

Raising his arms by his sides Angel back away from Spike, who rubbed his throat again and gave Buffy a look the caused her a world of hurt. He looked pained over the thought of having to leave her, even as he picked up his duster and slipped it on his mood didn't lighten.

Releasing Angel, she moved nearer Spike and stood in between them, her ex vampire lover and her current one.

"Leave now…I see you around here again…" Angel ground out as he caught Buffy's arm, she didn't have the energy to struggle--it felt like her world was collapsing down around her ears.

"Yeah yeah…sing me a new one…" Spike waved cockily at him before meeting Buffy's eyes again--they were large and pleading and all he wanted to do was stay right there and drown in them.

Turning sharply he stormed out of the caves with his duster billowing in his wake.

Buffy turned to Angel and yanked her arm free before punching him hard.


Sitting on her bed three nights later Buffy hugged her stuffed pink pig and sighed for the millionth time. Since their interlude with each other, her thoughts of Spike had become more frequent until she didn't think of anything else. Was it wrong to like him this way? Letting a potential killer creep into her heart?

Snuggling against the pig as she sat up on her bed, she listened to the noises going on downstairs and figured that her mom must have come home early from the gallery.

She'd tried to talk to Willow about it all week, her sexcapades with a vampire but every time she built herself up to it Xander or Giles showed up. Willow probably would've freaked anyway.

Listening hard, she heard a sound outside this time, her open window allowing the breeze and noises of the night to drift over to her where she sat motionless in the dark. A tingling feeling in her stomach made her cringe.

"Piss off Angel…" Buffy muttered.

"Sound just like me, love." The accented tones reaching her ears caused Buffy's head to shoot up.

There, crouched outside her window Spike looked bold as brass like nothing had happened after their make out session. Betraying herself slightly Buffy resisted the temptation to leap off the bed and run to him.

Setting the pig down on her side table, she walked purposefully slowly around to the window.

"Why are you here?" Folded arms showed she meant business even though the rapid beating of her heart gave it all away.

"Same reason you came over to me. Can't do anything without you anymore, need to be near you." Spike reached out to touch her but she backed away and he stopped.

"You can't, moms home."

"No she isn't, watched her leave about twenty minutes ago, love." He grinned cockily at her before purring. "Gonna let me in?"

"You don't need an invite." Her voice was a low whisper.

It knocked the wind out of his sails, she had never uninvited him even after he tried to attack her mother. Hopping down from the windowsill Spike grinned wide and curled his tongue up.

"Miss me?"

"No." She lied blatantly and he smiled--it warmed her up inside.

"Your hearts saying yes, love." Arching his brow at her, he took a step forwards, steadily closing the gap between them.

"Spike…" Buffy sighed out as he pulled her into his arms.

"Bloody hell did I miss you, Buffy…" He purred into her ear softly and she felt like her knees were going to give way.

Wrapping her arms tightly about his waist, she closed her eyes, afraid to admit that she'd missed him too. "Is this moving on?"

"Have you thought about the great poofter recently?"

"No…" A quiet admittance and it caused him to grin; she raised her head and searched his eyes. "Dru?"

"Not for a second." He beamed at her before his face became serious. "Forgot to give you something in all the rush."

"What?" Buffy looked up at him inquisitively.

"This." Leaning his head down he brushed his lips against hers tenderly, she leant into it and when she pushed his teeth apart with her tongue, he growled.

She never even registered before the moment he kissed her that they never got that far the other day, they never went down that route. Now she wanted it badly, she wanted him all over again but this time with his lips on hers and his tongue on her tongue.

Pulling him down onto the bed she smiled coyly as he grinned devilishly at her then smashed his mouth back onto hers, nipping and sucking her lower lip until she moaned. His hands skimming over her nighty he found one of her pert breasts and caressed it through the thin material until she arched her back. Taking a deep breath through his nose as he plundered her warm mouth with his tongue he smelt her scent again and slipping his hand down over her stomach he smiled at her lack of panties then at the thought of the ones still firmly lodged in his pocket. Dipping his finger in he growled softly over how warm and wet she already was for him.

"All for me…" Spike purred into her ear before sucking her lobe.

"Always for you." She smiled broadly.


~*~ End ~*~

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