Chapter Eighteen.
Besieged.

Twenty minutes later Buffy was in one of the gym bathrooms, changing into a pretty pink two-piece suit Spike had bought for her. It felt so strange, to be wearing something he’d picked out for her, before she’d even met him. Buffy wondered how he knew so much about her and her family. A lot of things could have been found out very easily, but there were other things he knew she couldn’t even begin to imagine how he’d discovered.


There was a knock at the door and Spike called out, “I’ll meet you in the
pool, luv.”


“Okay,” she called back.


Buffy double-checked the ties on her string bikini, just to make sure it was secure before leaving the bathroom.


The cave-like quality of the underground pool was really nice. It was lit up from beneath the water level and the ceiling was made of some kind of soft reflective material, casting the light from the pool, back onto the walls and floor. The only other lighting in the room was from a hidden strip that ran around the whole room at floor level, casting a soft golden light up the walls.


Scattered around the room were groups of potted plants that gave the steamy room a tropical feel. There were several wooden tables and chairs and sets of cushioned deck beds positioned on every side of the pool. Buffy liked the hot semi-dark room; it had atmosphere and reminded her of the silly daydreams she had as a girl when her parents would fight. She would imagine herself escaping to a tropical lagoon or a paradise island.


Her soft footsteps echoed in the empty space as she walked through the swinging doors. Spike was already in the pool when she arrived. He was treading water with his eyes fixed on her as she approached, causing her to blush under his obvious inspection.


Suddenly she froze, remembering the way Faith, Cordy and Harmony had stood perfectly still for him, letting him feast his eyes on their bodies. She realized now they’d done that, not because they wanted to be looked at as something belonging to him, but because they did belong to him, and they wanted him to know they acknowledged it.


He was looking at her in the same way, like she belonged to him. Rebellious anger flared in her heart. Buffy wanted to slap him. In fact, she wanted to turn around and walk away or better still, slap him and run away. But she didn’t, she stood there blushing, letting him look at her like she was his property. She hated him for having this power over her and putting her in this position and she hated herself, because his open look of lust was making her feel both weak and aroused at the same time.


The silence stretched out painfully and Buffy tried to remain unaffected by his intense gaze. She could feel his eyes sliding over her legs and hips where he lingered for a moment on her bikini bottoms, then up her toned stomach to her soft round breasts and finally to her face. Spike saw the frown between her eyes and the anger in the green depths. Smirking, he arched a brow at her defiance, wondering why she didn’t realize it was his right to look at her.


“See something you like Mr. Winters,” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.


His smirk turned into a smile. He was enjoying her fight and fire, just as much as he enjoyed getting a real good eye full of her beautiful body. His cock was hard, just from looking. “Oh yes, Ms. Summers I do see somethin’ I like, very much, so why don’t you bring what I like over ‘ere and put it in the pool,” he teased her playfully. “I promise I won’t bite…much,” he smirked.


“Huh, you won’t bite at all,” she warned him.


Buffy walked slowly down to the shallow end of the pool. She could feel him watching her but she refused to let him intimidate her. She stepped down the wide tiled steps into the warm water. Spike was still in the middle of the pool. He seemed unable to move. Buffy smiled at the look on his face; clearly he hadn’t expected her to stand her ground. She remembered the conversation she had with herself, about carefully choosing her battlegrounds as well as reminding herself about Gilbey’s accusation. He’d said Spike wasn’t the kind of man who liked to be kept waiting. Maybe that was true, but Buffy suspected, Spike wasn’t the kind of man who liked it too easy. In fact, she would give good odds; he was the type who liked the hunt.


Leisurely, Buffy swam back and forth across the width of the pool. Playing it calm, she totally ignored Spike knowing it would irritate the hell out of him while in reality her heart was beating like a jackhammer.

“Hey Goldilocks, what are you doin’ all the way over there?”


“Swimming.”


“Well why don’t you swim over ‘ere?”


“Why?”


“So I can see you better.”


She turned her head and gave him a skeptical look. “That’s funny; I can see
you just fine from where I am.”


“Buffy?”


“What?”


“Come ‘ere.”


“No.”


“Buffy?”


“What?”


“I said come ‘ere.”


“And I said, no.”


Spike dived under the water and swam towards her. He caught hold of her legs and pulled himself up her body.


“I ‘ave a distinct memory of tellin’ you…you should do as you’re told Ms. Summers.” He was breathing hard, but not from the swim. His arms swept around her waist, gripping her to him. “And jus’ when I thought you were startin’ to behave like a good girl, you go and do somethin’ so disobedient.”


He looked down into her flushed face. He could see one corner of her mouth twitching. It thrilled him she was playing along with him.


“Now, how should I punish you, I wonder?”


Her eyes grew wide when she heard the word punish. Spike laughed. He had planned to tease her a bit but decided against it when he saw her alarm.


“Oh! I know…take your top off,” he smirked at her.


“WHAT! No way.”


He shook his head from side to side. “C’mon Ms. Summers, you’ve been a very naughty girl, so unless you want me to make you take the whole thing off, you’d better take the top off quick.” He wriggled his brows at her and released her but kept her well within arms reach, just in case she tried to make a run for it. He half hoped she would.


As she glanced about her, he could see she was debating her chances of getting to the steps before him. Smiling, Spike moved back a little further, daring her to try.

Quicker than he could have believed possible, she ducked under the water and swam towards the steps. Laughing loudly, Spike gave chase.

She never really had a chance. He caught up with her in a few strokes and gripped her ankle. He pulled her backwards until she was within his grasp. Playfully he wrestled with her under the water, letting her slip from his embrace to break the surface of the pool and to breathe in some much needed air. He sneaked up behind her and tugged hard on one of the ties holding her bikini top in place. She gasped and tried to get away from him but it was too late. He managed to undo the string around her neck too and the top fell away.

Spike laughed at her as her arms came up to cover her breasts. Smiling, he pulled her into the deeper water in the middle of the pool. She was still trying to cover herself but she could only manage it with one arm. She needed the other to help her stay afloat. She looked so beautiful with her hair floating free behind her. Like a golden mermaid he thought as he swam around her, looking at her from every angel. Buffy watched him carefully, trying to anticipate his next move.


Slowly he advanced, backing her up into a corner of the pool. She looked behind her, alarmed when she saw where he was maneuvering her. She put her hand out trying to hold him at bay. Smiling, Spike laughed and then leaned in to kiss her neck, softly sucking on the sensitive spot below her ear. He nibbled his way down her neck, letting his hands rest on her hips. Aroused by the closeness of her nearly naked body, he rubbed against her, feeling her slender shape fit perfectly against him.

Slowly, her head fell back as he continued to kiss her neck. Spike gripped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her deeply. Buffy placed her hands on his shoulders holding on tightly and moaning into his mouth. The instant Spike felt her breasts pressing against his chest he groaned and pulled her flush against him.

Breaking the kiss he gazed at her, she was still holding onto him, her large eyes glazed and dark. He knew holding her in his arms wasn’t going to be enough this time, not when she was damn near naked and looking so desirable. Slowly, he moved his hand to the ties on her bikini bottoms, undoing one side then the other.


“Please don’t,” she whispered.


“I only want to touch you, I promise I won’t hurt you,” he whispered back breathlessly. “I’ll stop if you want me to Buffy, but we both know if you stop me now it’ll jus’ be a lie.” He kissed her face and neck, giving her time to reply before he lifted her out of the water, just high enough to suckle at her breasts.


Buffy was losing the ability to think, his mouth was sucking and pulling at her breasts in such a wonderful way, she didn’t think she had the strength to stop him. And even though she’d felt a sudden flash of fear, when he undid the ties on her bikini bottom, it vanished when he told her he’d stop, if she wanted him too. But he was so close, and his hard muscular body felt so good pressed against hers. She couldn’t help herself. Buffy didn’t want to stop him; she slid her fingers into his hair and pressed herself against him. His reaction was swift as he cupped her bottom with one hand and rubbed his cock against her thigh. She gasped at the sensations he was invoking in her.


Fuck! But she feels nice, Spike thought as he fondled her round bottom in his hand. He pushed a leg between hers, watching her carefully for signs of fear or doubt, but he couldn’t see anything in her eyes to give him the impression she wanted him to stop. He gripped her around the waist and floated them to the shallow end while kissing and touching her softly and gently, trying not to frighten her.

As soon as his feet could reach the bottom of the pool, he swept her up in his arms, carefully walking out of the pool towards the nearest lounge bed. He kissed her gently before lowering them both to the bed, drawing her into the kiss and waiting for her to respond to him. He was thrilled when he felt her deepen the kiss.

Sure now that she wanted this too, Spike placed her on the bed and kneeled over her. He kissed his way down her neck to her breasts and rubbed his cheek against her pretty pink nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She gasped in a ragged breath and arched up towards him.


The feel of her wet body was making him dizzy. Spike ached to touch her. He eased back to hungrily gaze at her, taking in every perfect inch of her in the dim light. “Oh God, you’re so fuckin’ perfect…so beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her.


His hand was busy gently fondling her breast as his fingers traced small circles around the hard tip. She moaned when she felt him pinching the rosy tip between his finger and thumb. Her hands came up to rest on his shoulders while her fingers dug into him as he continued to play at her breast. Buffy stared up at the ceiling, watching the water reflect off the shiny surface. She was lost to everything except the wonderful feelings he was creating within her.


Spike moved his head to her breast and suckled on her tender flesh, loving the feel of her heated skin in his mouth. Encouraged by her soft panting and occasional moans, he kept moving his mouth back and forth to each breast. His erection was becoming painful as he rubbed himself against her cool thigh, trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse. Carefully he lowered his hand from her breast, skimming her waist and hip until he reached her thigh. Buffy tensed when she realized where his hand was going.


He stilled his hand. “Sssh luv, I only want to touch you,” he soothed her, gently brushing his hand up and down her thigh and hip, coaxing her to relax until he felt the tension ease from her.


“I want to make you feel good,” he whispered at her breast. “Like you made me feel good.”


Her heart felt like it was skipping beats. The gentle motion of his hand was torturous, making her shiver with need.


Swiftly he kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to explore and taste her. He slid his tongue over hers, pouring as much passion as he could into that one kiss while his hand slipped to her inner thigh, kneading her softly.


Panicking, Buffy grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. Spike let her hold him steady and continued to kiss her. He kissed a gentle path to her ear and traced the shell with his tongue, causing her to moan and wither against him. Softly he sucked her lobe into his mouth, flicking the warm bit of flesh with his tongue. He was delighted by the way her body was reacting to what he was doing and aroused beyond belief by her attempts to fight him. The more she resisted him the more he wanted her.


Slowly she began to calm, her grip on his wrist loosened. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you,” he whispered warmly in her ear. She was panting, struggling to find her voice. He turned his head to look at her.


Buffy’s eyes were closed, her face was flushed with arousal and her pretty mouth was swollen from his kisses. Something twisted in his chest. Spike realized she was probably the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. At that moment, he knew he would never get enough of seeing her look that way.


“If you don’t tell me now Buffy, I’m goin’ to touch you and I won’t stop until I make you come, screamin’ on my fingers.” He felt her shiver. “Oh! Do you like the thought of that luv?”


Slowly, he turned his hand and caught the hand gripping his wrist. He raised it up, holding in his other hand above her head. She didn’t resist him. Moving slightly to the side, he ran his fingers slowly down her body, grazing her breasts.


“Don’t,” she begged breathlessly.


“Don’t what luv…don’t do this,” he squeezed her breast and lightly pinched her nipple. She moaned. “Or don’t do this…” he grazed his fingers feather light over her stomach, delighting in the feel of her muscles jumping under his touch. “Don’t make me stop kitten…I only want to make you feel good,” he whispered in her ear. Spike slipped his hand further down her body through her soft dark curls and into her center.

Her other hand went from his shoulder to tangle in his hair. He nuzzled her neck, murmuring pretty words to her as he kissed the flesh over her racing pulse.


Her pussy felt wonderful, all soft and warm and very wet. His mouth watered as he swirled his fingers over her slippery folds. Teasingly, he brushed her clit and his cock jumped when she moaned loudly. “Do you like that luv?” he asked her, he felt her nod her head imperceptibly.


Judging by her increased breathing, he knew she did, so he rubbed her a little more firmly. Her hips jerked up at the contact on her sensitive clit. Spike nudged her legs further apart with his knee, giving him more room to explore her sweet depths. He slipped one finger into her then another.

“Fuck baby you’re so nice ‘n’ tight,” he gasped when he felt how her core
griped his fingers.


Fuck, if she feels this good on my fingers, what’s she going to feel like on my cock? He wondered.


“Oh God! Oh…oh…” she twisted her fingers in his hand, locking their palms together as she panted.


Buffy was moaning and gasping in earnest now, he doubted she’d even heard him. The sounds she was making echoed erotically in the cavern of the pool room, as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her wet core.


Building her higher and higher, Spike increased the speed of his fingers as her breathing and responses became more urgent and her fingers tightened in his hair. Feeling deep inside her, he found what he was looking for. Spike held her tight and gently rubbed on the small bundle of nerves while he pressed his thumb to her clit.


Buffy screamed as she came, flooding his fingers with her juices. Gently, he soothed her throbbing center, bringing her down slowly.


Her eyes were tightly shut and her breasts were heaving with the effort to draw in enough air. Spike pulled back to kiss her mouth and to whisper endearments to her. When she opened her eyes, he was thrilled to see them smoky with desire. Slowly, he brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked her juices from his fingers. Buffy gave a little gasp and watched, fascinated by the way his tongue licked every last bit of moisture from his digits.


He wasn’t done with her yet.


Before she knew what he was doing, he slipped down her body and lowered his head to her wet pussy, licking at the flood of moisture he found there. Surprised, Buffy squealed and jerked under him, her thighs momentarily clamping to his head before he gently pushed them apart again.


“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OH…OH…” she cried.


“Jus’ relax sweet’eart, let me take care of you,” he coaxed her, gently
caressing her inner thighs.


“Oh My God! Oh…oh…oh…mmm…mmm.”


He licked her whole length. Letting his tongue slide over her tender flesh, first softly then harder while the tip of his tongue circled her clit, first slowly then faster. She tasted sweet and a little salty, just as he imagined she would. Spike groaned as he breathed in her musky scent.

Her hips kept rising off the lounge bed, as she tried to push herself closer to his mouth. Firmly, he gripped her hips to still her thrusts, pleased she was responding to him so openly, causing his cock to throb with need.


“That feels…oh…ohmmm…”


He pushed his tongue into her center and she twisted in his grasp. Spike was so turned on by her moans; his cock was damn near ready to drop off. He was so hard, but he resolutely pushed the thoughts of his hard-on away and concentrated on pleasuring the beautiful woman under him.


Her hands were in his hair tugging and twisting at the blonde strands. Taking one hand from her hip and watching her face, he gently pulled one of her hands away from his head. He placed it on her right breast while guiding her with his hand to fondle herself. He groaned when he took his hand away and she continued to massage her breast, moaning softly.


Raising his head, he whispered to her. “Open your eyes luv…I want you to watch me.” Obediently, she did as he asked but a sudden shyness made her hesitate. Buffy blushed and her hand fell way from her breast.


“No, don’t stop touchin’ yourself…please luv… you look so lovely with your little hand on your breast,” Shyly, her hand came back. “That’s it pet…pinch that pretty pink bud for me…Oh! Fuck! Yeah! Jus’ like that.”


He lifted her other hand and kissed each finger in turn, sucking and making them nice and wet with his tongue before he guided her to her pussy, coaxing her to caress her slippery folds. Buffy bucked under him and pulled her hand out of his light clasp, blushing shyly. Too much…too soon. He thought, smiling at her embarrassment as he entwined her fingers with his. This time he encouraged her to lightly caress her inner thighs.


Fixing her with an intense look, he lowered his mouth and began fucking her with his tongue. She gasped erotically and her eyes glazed over with lust. After removing his tongue, he pushed a slender finger into her opening and pulled back long enough, to get the visual of his finger fucking her.

Lowering his mouth to her again he pushed into her opening, letting his tongue slide in and out of her dripping center with his finger. He could feel her inner walls trembling and knew she was very close to coming again.


He eased his hand out of the way, wanting to feel her come in his mouth. Looking up, he could see her pretty face full of need. He sucked her clit into his mouth and scraped her gently with his teeth. Her legs trembled and she bucked, crying loudly. Spike slipped his tongue into her once more and rapidly rubbed her swollen nub with one long finger.


Buffy came undone, sobbing and screaming her release as starlight burst behind her eyes. Her orgasm overwhelmed her quaking body, throwing her head back as she arched up into his mouth while his tongue continued to draw out her pleasure.


When did it end? She couldn’t say, but when her next moment of awareness came, Spike was cradling her to his chest, softly cooing sweet words to her as he petted her damp hair and rained kisses all over her face, shoulders and breasts.


“Beautiful girl…so good…you’re so lovely…the way you came in my mouth…so perfect…so good…Oh Buffy…baby…I want to make you feel like that again…and again…and again…”


She was still trembling when her eyes fluttered open. She looked at him, dazed and lost. He smiled at her, kissing her softly on the lips.


“Are you alright luv?” He peppered her face with tiny kisses. “C’mon kitten say something,” he laughed nervously.


She blinked at him while struggling in his embrace. Fear flashed in the green depths of her eyes.


“Sssh, what’s wrong…hold still…I’m not goin’ to hurt you.” He didn’t understand what was wrong. “Buffy look at me.”


She stared at him panting, her eyes large and a little scared. Suddenly he realized what was bothering her and he felt an irrational anger to rise up in him.


Spike gripped her tightly and gazed at her. “Its okay Buffy, we don’t ‘ave to take it any further, you still get to set the pace,” he reached behind him and snagged a towel from a nearby chair. He covered her with it. Buffy looked at him gratefully. He hated covering her body but he knew she was feeling shy and unsure of what had just happened. Though he was angry, she didn’t trust him enough to believe him even after he promised he wouldn’t force her. Now she lay still in his arms, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling while he wondered what the hell he was going to do with his throbbing cock.


“I’m sorry,” she whispered.


“What for luv?” he kept his voice calm and soft.


“For panicking like that…I shouldn’t have…not when you’d been so…so…” she stammered trailing off.


He turned on his side to face her still holding her to his chest. “So, what luv?”


“So tender and…and giving,” she whispered.


Thrilled by her words, he turned her to face him and kissed her softly on the lips. “Oh Buffy baby, if you let me I’ll make sure you like everythin’ I’ve got to give.”


She blushed shyly and gave him a tiny smile. “I did, like it…that is…it was…” but she couldn’t finish.


He chuckled at her; thrilled she was able to tell him she’d liked what he’d done. His cock stirred. “Did you baby, did you like feelin’ my fingers inside you and my mouth tastin’ you…you tasted so sweet, and the way you came.” He took her hand and placed it on his hard-on, hoping she’d realize his need and touch him again. “See what you did to me, how you’ve got me all fired up.”


Buffy gasped at the feel of him. He was so big and hard. She slipped her hand up to the waistband of his shorts. “Do you want me to- ?”


“Oh! God! Yes!” he interrupted her. She fumbled at the ties at the front of his shorts and slipped her hand inside.


“Wait, let me take them off pet, I want to watch you,” excitement tinged his voice. He stood up and wriggled out of the damp shorts, totally at ease with his nudity, his erection standing hard and proud from his body.


Buffy blushed, not with embarrassment but with arousal. And it was at that moment, she knew she wanted him.


Quickly, he was back on the lounge bed kissing her as his hard length rubbed against her hip. He broke the kiss suddenly. “Can I look at you, and touch you while you touch me?” he asked intently. He saw her uncertain look and quickly added. “Jus’ your breasts luv, I can’t resist them… they’re so perfect.”


Buffy gazed back at him, afraid to speak in case she revealed her true feelings. She nodded her head as she timidly reached for him again. Spike tugged the towel down to her waist, gasping as her small hand trailed down his chest, over his stomach and lightly held his cock. He groaned as her hand tightened and began moving it up and down his hard flesh.


Spike’s breathing was becoming ragged. Gently he touched her breast, squeezing her and rubbing his thumb over the hard tip. “Oh baby that feels so good, you ‘ave such small soft hands…they feel like heaven.”


Buffy stroked him, using her thumb to catch the drops of semen leaking from the head. She spread the wetness along his length to aid her deep strokes.


He trembled in her grasp, moaning with desire and need.


“Do it a bit faster luv…oh yeah that’s it…Bloody perfect,” he rasped. His hand slid down to her waist and he pulled her close. He kissed the side of her mouth, groaning as she squeezed him just right.


Buffy arched into him, pressing her hips forward. Picking up on her body language, Spike let his hand drift down to push the towel out of his way. He reached for her mound and cupped it. She gasped softly as she sought his lips in a heated kiss.


Spike could hardly believe it. She was kissing him! Her legs parted, allowing him to slip a finger into her wet folds while her hand pumped him steadily. Her moans of pleasure added to his feelings of arousal, spurring him on. He opened his eyes and gazed at her. She was murmuring something but he couldn’t make it out. “What’s that you’re sayin’ luv?” he whispered.


She looked at him; alarmed she didn’t know she’d spoken aloud and couldn’t remember what she’d said. “I don’t know,” she admitted.


He chuckled at her and nuzzled her cheek, charmed by her unbelievable sweetness. She was blinking at him with a look that said ‘what am I doing here?’ Swiftly, before she could lose her nerve, Spike kissed her and thrust his fingers deeply into her heated center. She gasped and bucked in his hand, inadvertently jerking on his cock in a glorious way.


Spike shouted his pleasure. “Oh FUCK! YES…”


She slowed her hand. “Don’t stop baby…I’m so close,” he begged. Her hand slowed even more.

Sucking in a great lung full of air, he gritted his teeth and looked at her. “What’s wrong?” he croaked, the pitch of his voice strained.


Buffy was trying to get up the nerve to speak. She had so little experience in this area, and because she didn’t know how he’d react, she was timid.


Swallowing back her fear, she whispered in his ear. “I want to…I mean…can I…?” she trailed off.


Spike shut his eyes tightly, praying she wasn’t going to say she wanted to stop. “Its okay luv, you can tell me, what’d you want?”


“I want to taste you,” she whispered.


He pulled back from her, not believing what he’d heard. His eyes were dark with unfulfilled desire and his cock was throbbing in her hands. Had she really said she wanted to…?


“Please tell me you meant that Buffy, ‘cause it’s not nice to tease,” he gasped.


Horrified he would phrase it in that way, she stammered. “No…I’m not teasing…I meant it…I just thought, you might like it if I…” she trailed off blushing prettily.


“Oh! God! Baby there’s nothin’ I’d like more, but you don’t ‘ave to do it jus’ because you think I might like it, or ‘cause I did it for you.” He’d given her the chance to back out but he prayed she didn’t want it.


“So does that mean you don’t want me to do it?” she asked shyly.


“Good God No! I want you to…do it!” he stressed.


“Then I want to do it too.”


He kissed her hard and deep, groaning into her mouth while thrusting into her hand then he rolled onto his back to move into a better position for her.


“You might need to tell me what you want me to do, I’ve kinda not done much of this,” she whispered shyly.


Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. First she’d offered to give him a blowjob and now she was telling him she was damn near a novice at it.


He couldn’t help himself. He had to ask. “Didn’t you do this for Angel?” He knew he was going to hate the answer.


She blinked at him for a second. “Only a couple of times…I…I don’t think I was very…good,” she confessed.


“What ‘bout with other blokes?”


She shook her head.


A million questions blossomed in his head but he pushed them aside for another time, choosing not to question her. He was in too much need and he wanted her mouth on his straining cock. He was thrilled beyond belief he got to teach her how to do this. This woman was fulfilling so many of his fantasies and she didn’t even realize it.


He reached behind him and pulled the reclining part of the bed into a semi-upright position. He leaned back and bent his knees then opened them so he could arrange her in front of him. Taking her by the hand, he guided her between his legs.


“Come ‘ere luv…a bit closer…yeah that’s it.” He placed her hands on his knees and fondled her breasts. “Don’t worry ‘bout being any good kitten…anythin’ you do to me is perfect, and I’ll help you if you’re unsure, okay?”


“Okay,” she whispered, blushing shyly.


He sat up, tugging her onto her knees. Taking her face in his hands, he pulled her into a sensual kiss. At first, the kiss was slow and gentle then he deepened it by slipping his tongue over hers to draw her into a heated duel. He reached down between her legs and pushed a finger inside her, delighted when he found her all wet and slippery.


Slowly, he relaxed back, bringing her with him and stretching her naked body along his. They both groaned when their bodies made contact.

Panting, Spike released her from the kiss.


“Okay luv…work your way down, and feel free to do anythin’ your heart desires on the way,” he directed her.


On her knees, Buffy hesitantly raised herself over him. She rested her hands on either side of him so she was on all fours. Her damp hair fell forward hiding her face as she began to kiss a gentle path down his body.


Spike caught her hair in one hand, twisting the long length around his fingers so it couldn’t obscure his view of her pretty mouth as she kissed across his chest. He sighed when her little tongue skimmed over one flat nipple then the other.


Nervously Buffy drifted further down, stopping to swirl her tongue in his belly button. His breath was rasping from him, echoing around the pool room in the same way hers had.

Buffy placed a hand on his chest trailing her fingers over his hard muscles. She moved lower until her mouth was on his flat hard stomach while his erection softly tapped against her breasts. Spike gasped, thrusting towards her soft mounds watching in amazement as she positioned his cock between the valley of her breasts and rubbed herself up and down his length.


“OH Baby! That’s beautiful…do it again, please,” he begged.


And she did, but this time she caught hold of him at the base of his shaft and rubbed the blunt leaking tip against her nipple, painting the pink bud with his semen.


“OH FUCK! Buffy…if you do that again I’ll spill all over your pretty tits,” he moaned.


She gaped at him, blushingly deeply. “Do you want to?” she asked, nervously.


He could hardly speak. She was stroking him with a shy touch, dragging her hand up and down his cock with slow deep strokes. The thoughts of shooting all over her tits made him groan in sweet agony, but he really wanted to feel her mouth on him.


“Yes baby I want to, but…not this time…OH…AAARGH…Your mouth…I…I want…OH…to feel your mouth…aaargh…PLEASE.”


Buffy parted her lips a little and lowered her head to his hard cock. He nearly screamed, when he felt her lick at the drops of pre-cum weeping from him. Then she slipped her lips over the head, sliding down on him. Taking as much of him as she could, she held him steady at the base, sliding her mouth back up.


“Move faster pet…and use your tongue,” he moaned. “Yes, there…jus’ like that…OH Yeah!”


Working swiftly, she found a rhythm she was comfortable with and applied it. He tasted wonderful on her tongue, all salty and hot. Buffy kept the pace steady, sliding his wet shaft in and out of her mouth, stopping every few strokes to swirl her tongue hesitantly over and around the sensitive tip.


Spike was moaning loudly in abandon pleasure. With his hand gently resting on her head, he encouraged her bobbing movements. “Buffy baby…when you get to the top…OH…stop and suck me hard…and keep using your tongue.”


She did as he asked, licking the underside of the tip with the flat of her tongue before taking just the head into her mouth and sucking on him deeply. Instinctively, her hand cupped his heavy balls.


“OH YES…Yes…I’m…Buffy I’m…gonna…come,” he warned.


She nodded her head humming her understanding while fondling his tightening balls then squeezing them gently.


“Move your fingers jus’ a bit lower baby,” he panted.


She did, rubbing at the sensitive spot slightly lower.


He gripped the arms of the lounge bed and thrust up into her mouth, shouting hoarsely.


“Suck harder…Oh yesss…now Buffyyy…I’m…Buffyyy…BUFFY.”


He came in her mouth, spilling himself in hot spurts and shouting her name while gasping and panting his release. As soon as he stopped thrusting, she pulled away from him. He reached for her immediately, wanting to kiss the mouth that had just given him such indescribable pleasure. She looked a little startled and he saw her predicament.


“You don’t ‘ave to swallow it pet you can-” he heard and saw her swallow. He growled possessively, thrilled she’d done that on top of everything else. Flipping her over, he pushed her to the lounge bed, pinning her under his weight. He stared fiercely into her startled face overcome with a need to claim her and to have her acknowledge his claim. He gripped her by her upper arms, almost angrily.


“You’re mine Buffy…completely…do you understand?” he growled.


She was gazing at him puzzled and frightened. He had no time to soothe her. He was frantic to get her to agree with him. He shook her limp form. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND? You’re mine…you’re not to let anyone but me touch you…you’re mine…I’ll kill anyone you let near you,” he whispered fiercely.


Buffy could see he meant it. She was frightened by the look in his dark eyes. What had she done to bring this on, she wondered. He had her trapped beneath his tense body and his grip on her arms was painful.


He lost his patience. “GOD DAMNIT BUFFY! If you don’t answer me…I’ll drag you naked into Angel’s room, and take you on his bed with him watchin’…NOW tell me you understand.”


Nodding her head, she gulped and whispered a tiny. “Yes,” overwhelmed and oddly thrilled by his dominant display.


He growled kissing her hard, possessing her. “Say it…say you’re MINE,” he
demanded.


Scared and not knowing what else to do, she whispered. “I…I’m…I’m yours.”

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TBC...soon.

 

Chapter Nineteen.

Butterfly Net.


As soon as the words left Buffy’s mouth, Spike relaxed. He rolled off her, pulling her with him. He tucked her next to his chest and kissed the top of her head. Buffy could hear him whispering the word mine over and over again.


He chuckled and tipped her chin up to look at him. “Ms. Summers…didn’t I
tell you not to lie to me?”


“Huh!”


He was looking at her with a big, sappy grin on his face. “You said you weren’t any good,” he kissed her nose. “But you lied, you’re more than good baby…you’re bloody brilliant.”


“Oh!”


Spike had given her a serious look. “I meant what I said Buffy, you’re mine and I’m never lettin’ you go, and I’ll never share you. So you better get used to the idea ‘cause it’s never gonna be any different…from now on you’re mine.”


She scanned his dark blue eyes and saw the sincerity of his words. A part of her was relieved to hear him declare he wouldn’t share her. It meant she didn’t have to worry about being given to his men. Another part of her was terrified at his fierce statement and its far-reaching implications.


He held her chin gently in his fingers. “I want you…and I know you want me too, so don’t even bother lyin’ and say it’s not true.” He grazed her cheek with a finger. “I want to be in your bed. I want to be in your arms. I want to be inside you and I want it soon.”


He moved to kiss her but she pulled back, struggling. He grabbed the back of her head and brought her forward, “No…no more runnin’ Buffy. I know you’re scared but you’ll get used to this…to me. I’m not a patient man luv, but I’ll give you a little more time to adapt, but not long…I can’t wait …wantin’ you is drivin’ me mad.” He nuzzled the side of her neck, licking at her salty skin with relish.


Gasping and trembling Buffy asked, “How long?”


He looked at her. He hated it when he saw fear in her eyes. He only wanted to see joy and desire in those green orbs. Smiling softly, he kissed her lips chastely. “Two weeks…I’ll give you two weeks from today and then I want all of you.”


Buffy didn’t know what to say. Her mind was reeling. A sense of panic washed over her as she tore herself from his arms. Grabbing the towel, she wrapped it around her body and without a backwards glance, she ran from the pool room, ignoring Spike’s angry shouts.


Resisting the urge to follow her nearly killed him, but Spike managed it somehow. He gave her a full five minutes before he made his way to the changing rooms. He vowed he wasn’t going to let her reaction goad him into an argument or prompt him into losing his temper. He’d given her two weeks and he’d be damned if he was going to budge on it or allow her fearful fluttering make him change his mind. How the next two weeks passed was going to be up to her, but after that he was taking control, whether she liked it or not.


He reminded himself of what he was doing here and what his purpose was. Get Drusilla back and make Angel suffer. Well Drusilla would be back tonight, Angel was suffering, and Spike was definitely in the right kind of mood to make him suffer just a little bit more.


When he caught up with Buffy, she was dressed and waiting by the locked gym door. He stood next to her, but she wouldn’t even look at him. If that’s the way she wants it, then that’s fine with me, two can play at that, stubborn bint, he thought angrily. He unlocked the door. Gripping her tightly by the arm, he went in search of Gilbey.


He found Gilbey talking to Marti, who was standing guard at the first door to the holding rooms. Without looking at her, Spike shoved Buffy into Gilbey’s arms. “Take her back upstairs and stay with her. In fact, don’t let her out of your sight.” Then he turned to Marti and barked out a sharp command to open the door.


Buffy watched him stride down the corridor towards Angel’s room, anguishing about what he was going to do when he got there. She had a terrible feeling she’d just made things so much worse for Angel.


Marti closed the door behind Spike, jolting Buffy from her frozen anguish. She surged towards the door after him, but was surprised to find she couldn’t move. Gilbey had his arms locked around her. She didn’t notice but when she did, she struggled to free herself.


Gilbey laughed at her. “Well Princess, what did you do to piss him off this time?” he asked, tightening his hold on her. She glared at him with hate, but didn’t answer.


Gilbey smirked. Looking at Marti he joked, “Maybe he’s pissed because she wouldn’t go down on him, or maybe because she did and messed it up.”


Marti chuckled, then frowned nervously, glancing between the blushing girl and the scarred man.


“Is that it Princess, did you mess it up?” he whispered.


“Fuck you,” she snapped angrily.


Still holding her, Gilbey dragged her out of Marti’s hearing, towards the elevator before lowering his mouth to her ear. “Yes please,” he rasped.


Buffy gasped when he shoved her into the lift. As the doors closed behind him, he crowded her into a corner. Buffy tried to push him away, but he grabbed her hands and twisted them up behind her back, pressing his groin intimately into her.


“Let go of me, you ugly bastard,” she yelled.


“Oh! Ms. Summers, you hurt my feelings,” he laughed.


“That’s not the only thing I’ll hurt if you don’t let go of me,” she warned,
indignant.


“Really, is that a fact?” he said malevolently and pushed her a fraction harder. A chill of fear ran down her spine while she frantically tried to struggle out of his painful grip. “I could hurt you in a hundred different ways, and not leave one bruise,” he informed her.


“LET ME GO,” she yelled.


“No…now what are you going to do about it, sugar lips,” he chuckled. “Let’s see if you taste like sugar.” He covered her mouth with his in a harsh, hungry fumble, licking her grossly.


Buffy gagged, sickened by the feel of his mouth on hers. She squealed and struggled in his tight embrace, but he only increased the pressure of his mouth and hands. Forcefully, he pushed a hand down the back of her jeans, groping her bottom, his cruel fingers pinching her soft flesh. Frightened by his roughness, Buffy realized he wasn’t about to stop.


Desperate to get away from him, she kicked him as hard as she could. He hopped back on one foot swearing and cursing. The moment he let her go, she shoved him with all her might, easily knocking him backwards. The doors pinged open and she leapt through them at a full run.


Gilbey recovered quickly. Being much faster and stronger, he caught her easily and tackled her from behind. He knocked her to the floor, pinning her under his solid weight.


“That was a big mistake,” he hissed in her ear. Getting off her, he jerked her to her feet before she could think about fighting back or struggling out of his grip, he grabbed her painfully by her hair and dragged her to the sitting room.


Buffy clutched at the hand he had wound in her hair; trying to ease the pressure he was subjecting her scalp to. Tears of pain and fear ran down her face as he pushed her through the door.


His fingers didn’t let up, even when she dug her nails into his wrist, crying for him to let her go. He swore and shoved her onto the couch, flinging himself on top of her. Screaming hysterically, Buffy fought back. He covered her with his much larger frame and pulled her hands away from his face.


Gilbey pressed a hand to her mouth, stifling her frantic screams. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed.


Overpowered, Buffy stopped screaming, but couldn’t help whimpering under his hand. When she finally held still, he removed his hand. “That’s better…now hold still.”


Catching hold of her blouse, Gilbey ripped it wide open. Buffy choked back a cry and redoubled her struggles, but he violently shoved the remains of the blouse down her arms, effectively trapping her hands.


“Very nice Ms. Summers,” There was a feral gleam in his eyes as they feasted on her lace covered breasts.


“Spike will kill you when I tell him what you’ve done,” she shouted, cringing from his touch.


“Somehow I don’t think so,” he sneered malevolently, bringing a hand up to fondle her roughly. “Drusilla’s back tonight, and it’s obvious he’s not getting what he wants from you.”


“That’s only your opinion,” she shot back desperately.


His hand hesitated at her breast. “You’re lying.”


“Less then an hour ago he told me he’d kill anyone, who dared to touch me,”
she bluffed.


“Yeah, right…there’s only one woman he’s ever felt like that about, and that’s Drusilla. You princess…are just a diversion …a way of getting to Angel, or didn’t you notice where Spike was headed when he gave you to me?”


“You’re wrong, I saw the truth in his eyes when he said he’d never share me, so unless you want me to tell him you attacked me, you better let me go now,” she sobbed, distraught.


“What! Did he say he’d love you for always, and you were the only one?” he mocked. “Huh! I bet he didn’t even tell you Dru was back tonight.” The look on her face gave her away, Gilbey laughed. “Oh he’ll share all right…when he’s had his fill, he’ll share every bit of you. When that time comes, I’m first in line, but until then I’ll just have a little taste.” He bent his head to her breast and fumbled at the lace coverings.


Buffy screamed, thrashing underneath him and frantically trying to buck him off, all the while sobbing and yelling at him to get off her, to let her go. As if by magic, his weight was suddenly gone. Buffy opened her eyes, wondering what she was going to see.


Gilbey lay on the floor, stunned from a hard blow to his jaw while her rescuer stood over him. Furious and not satisfied with the punch he’d delivered, Wesley kicked Gilbey in the gut. Gilbey grunted in pain. Wesley reached down and pulled him to his feet, shoving him into a chair.


“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.


“What’s it to you English?” Gilbey wheezed, wiping a trickle of blood from
his lip.


Wesley glanced at Buffy. She was shaking violently, sobbing and struggling to free her hands. Furious, Wesley noticed the state of her torn clothes and exposed flesh. He was furious. In an effort to both shield her from Gilbey and to give her a moment to cover herself, Wesley turned his back and glared at the other man. “Everything you bloody idiot. Spike will hit the roof if he hears about this. With his temper, everyone will suffer. You’ll be lucky to escape with your life.” He fixed the scarred man with a meaningful look. “But what the hell, maybe he’ll be in a merciful mood and only cut off your equipment.”


“I don’t know why you’re making such a fucking song and dance about it…it’s not as if she means anything to him… he’s just using her.” He looked past Wesley at Buffy, she was trembling and clutching the ripped edges of her blouse together. “For now,” he added.


“You’re an idiot. I’ve just seen Spike and he told me to make arrangements to have all of Buffy’s things moved into his room,” he let those words register before adding. “Does that sound like she means nothing to him, considering Drusilla is back tonight. I’d say it sounds like she means a great deal…a damn great deal.”


Gilbey stared long and hard at Wesley. The Englishman didn’t flinch under his cold gaze. “Then maybe it would be better for everyone if he didn’t hear about this. Since he has such a bad temper, there’s no telling who he’ll take it out on, maybe Angel…maybe Buffy.”


“Maybe you,” Buffy snapped.


Gilbey shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.


Wesley turned to Buffy, thankful to see she’d managed to cover herself. “Are you okay, you’re not hurt are you?” he asked, anxiety filling his voice.


“No, I’m fine.” Her trembling was easing up, but her heart was still beating wildly.


“I don’t know how long Spike will be, but it might be a good idea if you go and change,” he said kindly. “There’s no telling what he’ll do if he sees you like that.” He waved a hand at her torn clothes.


Buffy nodded her head and got up to go to her room. Wesley stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. She flinched. “Buffy I’m glad you’re not hurt, and I’m sorry this happened, but I really can’t stress how bad it would be if Spike found out about this.” He glanced at Gilbey, who shot them both a sardonic grin. Wesley leaned forward and whispered. “If Gilbey wanted to he could make it look very bad for you, and there’s a chance Spike would believe him and then…” He shrugged his shoulders. “It might be better if you act as if nothing happened.”


Frowning, Buffy gazed at him tearfully. He held her gaze for several long seconds before she finally nodded. Wesley released her arm and she headed towards her bedroom. Once she’d gone, Wesley turned on Gilbey. He lunged at the other man, dragging him out of the chair. Wesley hauled him towards the balcony, gripping the scarred man by the throat. Wesley threw him against the stone railings, pushing him dangerously over the edge, his head dangling above the walkway below with his feet kicking in thin air above the paved floor of the balcony.


“If you ever so much as look at her the wrong way again, I’ll tell Spike myself and don’t think I won’t be able to convince him who was at fault. I clearly heard her screaming at you to let her go,” hissed the British man through clenched teeth. He squeezed Gilbey’s throat tight, choking him painfully. “And if you ever lay a hand on her again, I’ll kill you myself,” he whispered with deadly force.


Wesley snatched his hand away from Gilbey’s neck and jerked him back onto the safety of the balcony. Just as Wesley was about to go back into the sitting room, Gilbey laughed and croaked out, “You better watch your back English. One of these days I’ll be right behind you,” he threatened.


Wesley glanced over his shoulder. “Thanks for the warning…I’ll be waiting.”


Wesley took a seat on the couch and watched Gilbey cross the room to the bar. “Why don’t you leave, I’ll wait with Buffy until Spike get back.”


“Uh-uh, not on your life English. Spike told me to stay with her and that’s what I’m going to do and since it doesn’t take two of us to watch one little girl…feel free to leave any time you want,” sneered Gilbey.


“Thanks, but I’m happy right where I am,” Wesley quietly stated.


The two men silently glared at each other, neither of them backing away from the challenge in the others eyes.


A short while later, Buffy came back, showered and changed. Wesley thought she looked pale and shaken. Silently, he cursed Spike for dragging her into this. Then he felt a sharp pang of guilt for his part in her predicament. He wished for the thousandth time he’d never copied those stupid journals.


Getting up from the couch, Wesley approached her. “Can I get you a drink something to help calm your nerves?” he asked quietly.


Buffy shook her head and curled herself into a corner of the couch, watching Gilbey with a sense of fear and disgust.


“Well how about some tea or fruit juice and maybe something to eat?”


Buffy gave him a half smile and nodded her head, realizing she might as well say yes just to get him to stop fussing. Once he’d placed her order, Wesley sat next to her then checked to see if Gilbey was paying any attention to the two of them. He whispered to her. “What happened?”


Surprised she said. “What do you mean, isn’t it obvious?”


Wesley shook his head. “I don’t mean Gilbey…I was talking about Spike. He’s down stairs acting like he’s about to explode.”


Buffy blushed and thought about why Spike was in a mood. Wesley saw her reaction and realized she was embarrassed.


“Oh! Oh…I see. Am I right in guessing, it has something to do with him telling me to have all your clothes and belongings moved into his room?”


Buffy looked at him horrified. “Then it’s true, you weren’t just saying that?”


“No…I’m sorry…I really am.” He watched her close her eyes, distress clearly showing on her face. “Ms. Summers…Buffy…I know how difficult this must be for you, but if I might give you some friendly advice…” he trailed off.


Her eyes snapped open and fixed on him. “I wish someone would, because to be honest I don’t think I can take much more of this.”


Wesley nodded his head in sympathy. “I understand, but you must realize Spike isn’t to be taken lightly. He doesn’t make idle threats and he has a very short fuse with that temper of his…as I’m sure you’re well aware of by now. You should also know if you want your family and friends to stay safe…you really should go along with whatever it is he wants from you.”


Buffy paled.


Wesley hated upsetting her. He wasn’t sure how long Spike was going to be and he wanted to be sure she understood what she was dealing with. Though after spending a week with Spike, she should have no doubts how much danger she was in.


“Buffy I know how embarrassing this is, but can I ask you, has Spike ever told you he’ll do anything for you, if you sleep with him?”


Puzzled, Buffy asked. “What do you mean?”


“Well for instance, did he say he’d guarantee your safety or your family’s safety if you slept with him?”


“No…he hasn’t said anything like that, he just keeps hounding me to…to…” she stammered.


Wesley cut her off. “Then I take it you’ve not slept with him yet?” Her blush was his only answer. “Ah…er…good, that means you still have a chance to get him to make you certain promises. Spike holds a lot of store by promises. If he gets you to make one and you break it, he’ll measure out swift punishment, but if you can get him to make promises to you, the chances are he’ll stick to them even if it nearly kills him…odd as it might seem, he’s a man of his word.”


Buffy listened to him carefully. She realized Wesley had just given her the answer to how to stay safe and even more importantly, how to protect her friends and family…and maybe even Angel. But why was Wesley telling her all of this? She looked at him with suspicion. Had Spike put him up to this? She wondered if this was just another one of Spike’s ploys to try and manipulate her.


“You don’t trust me?” Wesley asked, when he saw her guarded look.


“I…it’s just…why are you telling me all of this?”


“Does it matter? If it keeps you safe and stops anyone from trying to take advantage of you, does it matter?” He nodded his head meaningfully in Gilbey’s direction.


Buffy searched his face, trying to find the answer he wasn’t giving her, but she couldn’t find it. Wesley seemed sincere. Buffy made a decision to believe him, at least for now, or until his advice proved false.


“No, you’re right it doesn’t, but how exactly do you suggest I get him to make me these promises?”


Wesley stared at her. Was she joking? He laughed at the notion she was unaware of the power she held over Spike. That was, if she was willing to compromise herself in order to implement it. He could see from her open look she really was expecting him to tell her how to maneuver Spike.


“Well, I guess you have to ask yourself what is it that Spike wants from you and then use whatever it is to extract the promises.” He put it in the clearest terms for her without having to be blatantly crude. When he saw her blush, he knew she’d understood his meaning.


She whispered furiously, “That’s it…that’s all I have to do…withhold sex, until I can get him to make me promises to safe guard everyone?” Buffy frowned, rubbing at her temple. “Forgive me when I say this, but that sounds a bit too simplistic, especially for Spike, there’s got to be more to it than that.”


Wesley smiled at her. She really was very naïve. It was no wonder both Angel and Spike were drawn to her. “I think you’re underestimating exactly how badly Spike wants you,” he simply said. “I realize you don’t understand the importance of this, but if Spike is moving you into his room on the same night Drusilla is expected back…well for anyone who knows him, they’ll recognize exactly what he’s declaring.”


She continued to frown at him.


“Ms. Summers all of this…this whole situation was staged as far as I can tell with one purpose and that was to get Drusilla back.”


“But Angel…Spike…”


“Yes I know Spike hates Angel, but the only reason he does is because Drusilla loves him.”


“What? Drusilla’s in love with Angel, but I thought…” she trailed off, unable to finish what she was going to say. She didn’t know exactly what she thought about the other woman. With having to deal with Spike, she’d had no time to give Drusilla more than a passing thought.


“What…you thought she was in love with Spike? But surely you must have
realized if that were true she’d never have left with Angel.” Wesley shook his head. “No Buffy…Drusilla has always loved Angel and Spike has always hated him for it.”


“But what about Angel, did he love her?”


“Honestly, I don’t know. I have to assume after you broke off your relationship with him, Angel was in contact with Drusilla and for whatever reason, he decided to take her with him.”


“But why does Spike want her back?”


“If you’d asked me that question a week ago I’d have said, without a doubt, it was because he’s was in love with her.” Wesley gave her a searching look and glanced behind him at Gilbey. “But now he’s moving you into his room and Drusilla into a secure room. What does that say to you?”


Buffy slumped back into the cushions, trying to reason out exactly what Wesley was telling her.


Wesley watched a host of confused emotions cross her face. He felt great sympathy for her. She seemed to be a sweet uncomplicated kind of girl, not the sophisticated worldly kind of woman, who would have known how to cope with the situation so much better.


“The truth of it all is he‘ll eventually take what he wants by force, and…”


“No he won’t,” Buffy shook her head, denying him. “Spike promised and I didn’t have to make him promise. He said it freely. I think he was trying to reassure me. Not that I took him seriously, but now after what you’ve just said, I think I do.” Buffy was trying to recall all the times he’d promised he wouldn’t force her, she felt sure it was more than once.


Now it was Wesley’s turn to look surprised. “Well that’s a good start, I wish I could tell you how to deal with him, but I can’t. Spike’s a very…er…complex person. You’ll have to be very careful and take it slow in trying to figure things out.”


Doubt and uncertainty suffused her face. Wesley wasn’t sure if he’d helped her in any way. She was still alone in this, but then he reminded himself she had somehow managed to handle Angel.


Smiling at her, he patted her hand in sympathy. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine…you’re a clever girl. You’ll figure it out. Just remember not to deliberately goad him or defy him. Remember he wants you, that gives you more power then you could imagine.” He laughed softly at her incredulous expression. “Ms. Summers, women have been using sex as a weapon for centuries and I have no doubt they’ll continue to do so for many more. Believe me, it’s a very effective method of persuasion.” There was no more he could say. Wesley was sure they were running out of time. He didn’t want Spike to come back and find the two of them whispering together on the couch. There was no telling, in his present mood, how he’d react.


“Do you have those files I gave you?” He said, changing the subject.


“Yes,” she said, puzzled.


“Well go and get them…we can look through them while we wait for Spike to get back.”


“You want to go through the files…now?” Buffy couldn’t believe he wanted to look at the files now, not after everything that just happened.


“I’m not leaving you alone with him.” He jerked his head in Gilbey’s direction. “But I need an excuse to be here and the files are the only safe thing I can think of, so go get them before Spike catches us chatting like old friends.”


Buffy jumped up, realizing how bad it would look if Spike came back and saw them looking all cozy on the couch. She retrieved the files from her room and handed them to Wesley, grateful he wasn’t going to leave her on her own with Gilbey. He’d wisely changed seats, sitting in a chair next to the couch with the coffee table separating them by an acceptable distance. If Spike came back at that moment, all he’d see, was the two of them working informally at the coffee table.


“Did you look at any of these?” Wesley asked when he saw their neat and tidy formation. She’d handed them back to him in the exact order he’d given them to her.


“Yes…In fact, I looked through them several times.”


He gave her a raised brow look.


She shrugged. “I was bored and couldn’t always sleep. There was nothing to do locked in my room with no TV or music so…” She waved her hand at the files in explanation.


Again, a wave of sympathy for her washed over him. He nodded his head in understanding. “Did you tell Spike you’re having trouble sleeping?”


“No, not really. I didn’t want him giving me sleeping pills. I’d rather be awake and alert then doped up and groggy, thank you.”


“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize he was forcing sleeping tablets on you.”


“Oh he’s not…well except for the first night and the night he took me to see Angel for the first time, though he didn’t really force me…I kinda took them,” she explained.


Wesley frowned. It almost sounded like she was defending Spike. He opened up a file and saw she’d made some neat notes in the margins. Reading through her notes was an eye opener. All her penciled in suggestions were dead on. She’d come to the same practical conclusions that he had when he’d read through the files himself.


Jonathan arrived with the tea things. He picked up immediately on the foul mood rolling off of Gilbey, who was still parked at the bar. Carefully avoiding the scarred man, Jonathan wheeled the cart over to Wesley and Buffy. They seemed engrossed in the paper work in front of them. Buffy smiled at him and moved some of the files out of his way.


“Thank you Miss, would you like me to lay the things on the coffee table?”


“Yes please.”


Wesley waited until Jonathan had finished before he addressed him. “Spike wants all of Buffy’s things moved into his room by tonight.” He informed the small man. He glanced at his watch, frowning at how late it was. “I should have called you earlier but something came up. Maybe if I give you a hand, we can still get it done before Spike gets back.” He gave Buffy an apologetic look.


“That’s alright, I’ll help Jonathan, after all it’s my stuff and I’d rather have as few people as possible going through my personal stuff.” She looked at Jonathan. “Was it you who put all my things in my room last week?”


Yes Miss.”


“See, he’s already been through my stuff once and I’d like to keep what little privacy I have…so if you don’t mind?”


“NO…no of course, I merely wanted to offer my assistance…I didn’t mean
to…that is I would never…” Wesley stammered.


Buffy laughed. “It’s okay Wesley I understand.” She patted him on the shoulder then left to supervise Jonathan.


Buffy showed Jonathan all the things he could move for her. Reluctantly, Buffy followed him into Spike’s room. Both of them carried an armful of her clothes, still on the hangers.


The room was identical to hers, in both furnishings and color scheme, only in reverse. The bathroom was on the opposite side of the room. Buffy did notice one difference. There was an entertainment center, complete with a wide screen TV sitting at the foot of the bed, other then that, the room held no personal touches. Then Buffy remembered Spike had been living in New York only a few short months ago. He probably hadn’t had time to add his own personality to the room yet.


She worked with Jonathan bringing in her belongings and thought about the things Wesley had said, wondering what it could all mean.


Spike had told her he’d give her two weeks before she’d have to sleep with him, so why was he making her move into his room before then, why move her in at all? It’s not as if her room was a million miles away. He could come to her whenever he wanted. Did he really want to be with her as badly as Wesley hinted? Incapable of believing that, Buffy suspected it had more to do with Spike wanting to dominate her. He must be playing games with her.


Wesley was right about being careful, but the part about withholding sex left her feeling very doubtful. From Wesley’s point of view it was a good plan, but then he didn’t realize she was drawn to Spike. In fact, it had got to the point where he set her on fire whenever he touched her, so how the hell do you fight that, she wondered.


Buffy vowed silently. If it meant her friends and family could be safe, she’d find a way. With only her lingerie to transfer, Buffy dismissed Jonathan. She could move those things later when Wesley and Gilbey were gone, especially Gilbey, she thought, shuddering.


She joined Wesley back in the sitting room. He smiled at her as she took her seat on the couch. He apologized after informing her the tea was cold. Buffy looked at Jonathan, a silent plea on her face.


He grinned at her bashfully, happy to do anything he could to make her smile. “I’ll bring you another pot immediately Miss,” he said, hurrying off.


Another hour passed. Buffy drank her tea while they worked through the remaining files. Wesley was satisfied she’d be able to handle a great deal more in terms of work load, levels of stress and complication. A talk with Spike was in order. Maybe he could use the excuse of a business meeting to broach the subject about Buffy’s state of mind. The fact she wasn’t sleeping well was worrying him. If left unattended, she would become ill and depressed. Wesley knew he owed it to her to try and help her in any way he could, even if it meant Spike losing his temper with him and chewing him to bits.


Wesley got up and opened a cupboard, revealing a stack of computer games and boxes of more traditional board games. He pulled out a chess set and brought it over to the coffee table.


“Do you know how to play?”


“A bit…I used to play with my dad, but that was years ago.”


“Then I think it’s time you relearned.” He set up the board.


Buffy examined the beautiful chess pieces. They were made of a heavy crystal, one side was smoky black and the other side, crystal clear. Wesley laid the pieces onto a checkered board made of real ebony and ivory. It looked very old. Wesley saw her admiring the crystal pieces.


“Angel had a lot of expensive things. He was particularly fond of this chess set. I think he told me the board belonged to his Grandfather.”


“This was Angel’s chess set?”


Wesley looked at her, puzzled. “Yes, everything you see was Angel’s, this house and everything in it. These rooms were Angel’s private rooms, in fact the room you’ll be sharing with Spike–” He stopped abruptly.


Buffy didn’t see his eyes shoot away to a figure behind her “What? Was it Angel’s?” she asked, her voice low and tinged with awe.


“Yes.”


Buffy jumped, scattering the chess pieces when she heard Spike answer from behind her.


His blue eyes were cold and hard as they settled on her. “Everythin’ that was Angel’s is now mine, including you.” His voice was flat and cold, like his eyes.


He glanced at Wesley and the chessboard. “What are you still doin’ ‘ere?”


“I took the opportunity to go through the files with Ms. Summers. Since we’d managed to finish quickly, we were about to start a game of chess,” he explained.


“Are all her things moved?”


“Yes.”


“So what are you still doin’ ‘ere?”


Wesley realized it would be pointless trying to explain himself. Spike was in a foul mood and anything he said could get him in trouble. So he stayed silent.


“I asked him to stay,” Buffy piped in. “I had some questions about certain files and Wesley reluctantly agreed to help me. After we were done, I asked him if there were any puzzles or games I could distract myself with. He showed me the cupboard,” she lied, pointing to the still open cupboard.


Spike looked at them with skepticism, arching a brow as his eyes remained cold and hard.


Buffy heaved a heavy sigh. “I was bored – alright? God! Why are you making such a big deal out of it,” she asked, turning away from him, afraid her face would give her away. Carefully, she began to set the crystal pieces on the board.


Silence filled the room.


Wesley was so proud of her. She was so brave standing up to Spike for him. He renewed his promise to help her in whatever way he could.


Spike’s cold eyes rested on Wesley for a second, before his gaze flickered back to Buffy. “Is everythin’ ready for tonight?” From the corner of his eye, Spike saw Wesley nod a heavy yes. “You can leave… I’ll talk to you later.” Wesley nodded again and moved towards the doors.


Spike glanced over his shoulder at Gilbey, “You too.”


When the door shut behind Gilbey, Spike made his way to the phone and ordered dinner for the two of them.


Buffy was beginning to feel very uncomfortable with him just standing there staring at her. She was about to snap at him, when he silently headed towards his room. Unnerved, Buffy watched Spike leave, half expecting him to turn around and say something. Then it occurred to her he was going to shower and change for dinner. She looked down at the casual t-shirt and joggers she’d put on after her own shower and wondered how the hell she was going to get around the awkward business of getting changed herself.


Maybe she could grab something while he was in the shower and bring it back to her old room and change in there. She waited until she felt it was enough time for him to get into the shower, before making her way to his room.


She knocked softly on the door but there was no answer. She knocked again a bit louder, but there was still no answer. She opened the door and scanned the room. He wasn’t there, but she could hear the shower running.


Buffy quickly made her way to the wardrobe and pulled out a black knee length skirt and her favorite black top. It matched the skirt nicely and she loved all the little glittery threads that shimmered in the fabric when they caught the light. Quietly, she slid the door closed to access the other side where her shoes were stored. It was so strange to see them neatly stacked along side of Spikes shoes and boots. She grabbed the first pair she thought would go with her outfit and quickly shut the door on the disturbing image.


She was relieved when she made it to her room without him catching her. She changed quickly, folding her t-shirt and joggers neatly and putting them in the drawer next to her lingerie. She nervously bit her lip when she remembered she still had to move those things. Now that Spike was in his room, it would be even more awkward for her to do so, than when Wesley and Gilbey were sitting in the other room. She pushed the problem aside for now.


She was about to step into the bathroom for her hairbrush when it occurred to her that all her toiletries were now in Spikes bathroom. It finally hit her; she was sharing living and sleeping space with Spike. All of her privacy was now lost. She’d probably have to shower and change with him constantly hovering over her. She frowned. It was certainly doubtful he’d let her continue to use the room she was standing in to escape from him.


Oh God! I’ll have to share his bed…Angel’s bed…the thought rocked her. She dropped heavily to the bed as a wave of dizziness washed over her. Breathing deeply, she let her head fall forward to her knees, trying to counteract the dizziness.


Gradually, she felt her strength return, but she was still light headed. She hated that she had this new drama to deal with, but what could she do? Give up! That wasn’t an option, she had to keep going, keep fighting even if it was only in little ways. Wesley’s advice, though simplistic, was all she had to go on.


Anger swelled in her. This was all Spikes’ fault. He could let her go if he wanted to. He had Angel where he wanted him and she knew he was lying when he said she was the only way to make him suffer. Spike probably knew a dozen different ways in which to hurt Angel, not that she wanted Angel hurt – even if he did deserve it. Drusilla was back tonight. When exactly was Spike going to tell her about it or was he? To make matters worse, she now had Gilbey to deal with and he was clearly a much bigger threat then Spike. Buffy could sense his intent and it wasn’t just to get between her legs. She shivered remembering the scarred mans rough hands and mouth on her…NO…Gilbey was all about the pain. Her stomach twisted as his rasping words haunted her…“I could hurt you in a hundred different ways and not leave one bruise.”


She left the bedroom. Fear and anger consumed her as she marched across the sitting room floor to the bar. She poured herself a large glass of wine and began to pace the floor, lost in her turbulent thoughts.


Did Spike intend to try and make Drusilla jealous by moving her into his bed? Did he intend to flaunt her in his girlfriends face? It seemed feasible. After all, it was what he was doing to Angel. Abruptly, Buffy stopped her frantic pacing, a thought occurred to her. Spike had probably been doing just that when he went to see Angel earlier. She flushed in shame and humiliation when she remembered what had happened between them that afternoon, especially when she thought of Spike boasting about it to Angel. He probably taunted Angel with every dirty little detail, every moan and gasp.


She began her agitated pacing again. A vague part of her knew she was working herself up dangerously, but she didn’t care. She was sick of being afraid and she was sick of being a victim.


She stopped dead in the middle of the floor. If Spike wanted her, he’d have to force her. She WAS sick of being his victim, it was time to take a stand and fight back. She had made her mind up. She wasn’t giving in. A strong sense of determination came over her, tempered with an overpowering anger towards her blonde captor. Damn him, I won’t let him do this to me anymore, she thought. She walked out onto the balcony, breathing the fresh fragrant air. Closing her eyes, she slowly tried to breathe the tension out of her body.


It was time to take a stand.

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TBC...soon.
 

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