Summary: Spike is Buffy's swimming coach. He has been hateful to her since day one, a fact that hurts her because she is in love with him. Little does she know that his behaviour only serves to hide his own feelings. Tragic circumstances bring them closer together.
Was it possible to bleed from the ears? To be talked at so much your brain leaked out? Buffy really hoped it wasn’t, because Harmony’s voice didn’t seem to have an off button. Or a volume button. They had only just finished unpacking their bags in the room and she was still going on about God knows what.
Buffy was too miserable to listen. This weekend was supposed to have been fun. She was meant to have swum in her races, made her mother proud. And the rest of the time she was supposed to be with Spike, dammit! In his room, in his bed…mmmmm. Bad thoughts. But actually, Buffy realized, they weren’t bad thoughts at all. She loved him, and he loved her. So they had a fight. So what? Everyone does.
Her mind made up, Buffy turned to Harmony who had actually stopped to breathe for five seconds.
“Harmony? Its only a little while until dinner, maybe you should have a sleep before then? That way you’ll be really rested to go out tonight.”
“Buffy that’s so sweet of you to think of me! Great idea. Are you going to sleep too?”
“Uh huh. I just need to go down to the lobby quickly for…uh, a phone call. I’ll see you when I get back.”
“Okay!”
Christ. Maybe she could set Harmony up with Riley? They both seemed as dense as eachother.
***
Buffy made her way down to the reception and smiled her best little innocent smile at the guy there. He grinned and leaned in towards her.
“Hi, how can I help you?”
“Well actually, I’m here with the swim squad that’s staying in the hotel.”
“Oh yes, the group that just arrived.”
“Yeah. And my coach wanted me to come and get him when we’d finished unpacking but he forgot to tell me his room number so I was wondering if you could tell me.” She batted her eyelashes for extra effect.
“Of course, I know the one. Peroxide hair, right? Yeah, he’s staying on the same floor in 401.”
“Thanks so much!”
***
Buffy stood outside his door, wringing her hands and trying to come up with a strategy in case he was going to slam the door in her face or something. Well, apparently offense was the best defense so she’d go with that. Having decided, she knocked lightly on the door.
Spike opened it and his eyes widened.
“Buffy?”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not with Riley. I haven’t been since before we started seeing eachother and I don’t even like him in that way at all.”
His eyes shot up and down the hallway to the doors where he knew all the swimmers were staying and he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room and shutting the door.
“What?”
“I said, I’m not with Riley.”
Spike’s eyebrows rose skeptically. “Hmph. He seems to be under a different impression.”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “I know. I’ve tried to tell him like three times, but he just won’t take no for an answer.”
Spike grabbed her shoulders. “What do you mean he won’t take no for answer? Has he hurt you? Tried to force you to do anything?”
“Oh God no, no Spike I didn’t mean that. He’s just a bit thicker than the average bear.”
Spike’s body loosened in relief. “So what was he doing at your house that night?”
“That would be the third attempt at persuasion. He gave me a lift since somebody,” Spike looked down sheepishly, “somebody was too childish to work things out.”
“Sorry pet, but it was just a bit too much, y’know? I’d never do that to you, I swear. And when you insinuated that I wanted someone else it just struck hard that you didn’t trust me.”
“I do trust you, Spike. I love and trust you completely. But you don’t know what its like.”
“What, kitten?”
“God, you just don’t see what I see. Every girl on the squad wants to be with you. Probably some of the guys too. Even walking down the street every second person checks you out. You’re so good looking and kind and generous that sometimes I just wonder, well, why you’d want to be with me? I guess its just the years of lusting after you and thinking you despised me that have turned me a bit crazy.”
Spike smiled at her, the first smile she’d seen on his face all day. “Well, if I tell you a secret it might make you feel a bit better honey. I wanted you since the first day I saw you.”
A delighted smile, along with a blush, lit up her face. “Really? Me?”
“Mmm hmm. S’why I was such a wanker all those years. Trying to hide my feelings and all that rot.”
“So…are you still angry with me? I really am sorry Spike. I could barely stand these last few days without you.”
He pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair while her arms banded around his waist.
“Sweetheart, I could never stay mad at you for long. I love you too much, you know?”
She looked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “So that’s definitely a tick in the still loving me box? ’Cos I really love you Spike.”
“You know I do, kitten. In fact,” he looked over at the clock on the wall and smirked at her, “we have about two hours for me to show you just exactly how much I love you baby.”
Buffy shrieked at the hungry look on his face and tore away from his arms, laughing loudly as he chased her around his hotel room. Spike’s room was a lot bigger than hers; it had a main living area with couches and a bar that then led into a whole separate bedroom. She assumed it had a bathroom on the other side. For now, she ran into the bedroom and leapt across the bed so that they were opposite sides of it.
Spike leered at her. “No point in running sweetheart. Only gonna make me torture you for longer once I catch you.”
Buffy giggled and feinted a step to the left. “But what if you never catch me, huh? There’ll be no torturing of the Buffy today, mister.”
Buffy screeched as he suddenly bounded over the bed and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her back out into the living room and placing her on the ground in front of the unlit fireplace. She looked around in confusion.
“Spike? You caught me. Why aren’t we in the bedroom?”
He laughed at her baffled expression. “Why you little minx! Trying to corrupt me are you? Actually my little goddess, that bedroom is being saved for a very…special evening. Right now I want you out in the open on that comfy rug.”
Buffy looked up in interest. “Actually, about that ‘evening’ you have planned. Who’s it with?”
“What? You of course. Please tell me we aren’t starting this again.”
Oops, Buffy just realized how that sounded. “No, sorry Spike, I didn’t mean it like that. Its just…you’ve put me in a room with Harmony.”
“Yeah?”
“Well, why didn’t you put me in a single room? Then I wouldn’t have to stay there all night.”
“Sweetheart, it would have looked very strange if I put you in a single room while everyone else shared. All you have to do is wait for Harmony to go to sleep, the come join me.” His face held a boyishly innocent grin, like a dog waiting for a treat.
Buffy grumbled, “Fine, but if you’re up waiting till 4am for me ’cos her mouth doesn’t stop moving until then, you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
Spike looked over from where he was shutting the blinds and dimming the light. “Speaking of mouths, my little sugar plum…”
Buffy giggled at the name and said, “Hmmm?”
He dropped to the ground in front of her, pushed her shoulders gently to the ground and whispered in her ear, “Mine’s gonna be making you scream in about five minutes,” before sucking the lobe into his mouth.
Buffy shivered and moaned as Spike continued to kiss his way from her ear to her mouth. He placed a gentle kiss on the right side of her lips and glanced up at her, his eyes sparkling. He then leant down and placed another kiss on the left side, glancing up at her again. She smiled when he moved back down, finally nibbling and licking at the centre of her lips until she opened them and allowed his tongue inside to explore the cavern of her mouth as she massaged it with her own.
Spike suddenly sat back on his heels and gently pushed away the hands that were reaching for him.
“Nuh uh uh, my sweet little dove. You lie there for the moment, okay? Do you trust me?”
Buffy nodded tentatively at him.
Spike methodically went about stripping Buffy of her clothes; pulling her t-shirt over her head and slipping the denim skirt down her legs until she lay there in just her panties and bra, blushing furiously and looking everywhere but at him. He removed his shirt and leant over to place butterfly kisses on her neck.
“Buffy? You don’t have to be shy, love. You’re so beautiful it almost takes my breath away.” He looked up into her eyes and pushed some hair off her face.
“Do you know what you look like, lying here in front of me?”
Buffy shook her head in the negative, biting her lip.
Spike spoke as he traced his fingers along her jaw, down her arms, chest and stomach.
“Its like you’re an angel just spread out for me. Everything I’ve ever wanted in life, everything I’ve ever desired is lying right in front of my eyes and I can’t believe I could ever be so lucky. I would do anything to be worthy of you Buffy, anything. I just hope that one day you’ll see yourself like I do, see how amazing you really are.”
If this was his reaction to the insecurities she’d expressed earlier on, Buffy was pretty sure she’d have to express them as often as possible. She’d never felt this way before, like someone’s precious treasure. The way he was looking at her with love in his eyes was so intense, and his words so unbelievably sweet, she felt like crying.
Instead, she touched his hand that was laying on her stomach and whispered to him, “Thank you Spike. I wish I could explain how you make me feel, how special, but there aren’t any words. I just want you to know that I feel the same way about you.”
Spike smiled and leant over to place a tender kiss on her lips.
“Love you, baby. I wish I could just hold you in my arms forever. But I’m a man of my word, and five minutes is almost up.” He smirked at her and undid the clasp of her bra, drawing it down her arms and off completely. He could see Buffy itching to cover herself up and he quickly bent over to lay sweet kisses all over her chest, circling around until finally reaching her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and she arched up, moaning. He continued to rub soothing patterns on her stomach as he kissed his way over to her other nipple, once again taking it into his mouth.
Buffy’s breathing was ragged and loud by now and she was visibly shifting around beneath him. Spike shuffled down her body, nipping and licking the whole way, until he reached the waistband of her panties. Looking up at Buffy’s face for confirmation that he could go further, all he could see were her scrunched up eyes and open lips. He decided to take this as tacit approval and slid the underwear down her legs and over her feet.
Knowing that they had a bit of time left before dinner, Spike softly picked up her left leg slightly and placed kisses on her ankle, working his way up until he reached her upper thighs. He moved up and kissed along her hipbone before shifting down again and starting on the ankle of her other leg. It was so dainty, so fragile, just like Buffy he realized. All he wanted to do was look after her and keep her safe for the rest of their lives.
By the time he reached her hipbone again Buffy was panting.
“Spike! Please baby, I need something soon.”
Spike chuckled against her hip, the hot air giving her goosebumps.
“I told you darling that if you ran, you’d only make the torturing worse.” Spike mock sighed. “But alas, you wouldn’t listen to me. So what’s a man to do?” He laughed loudly at the glare she shot him, but stopped when a mischievous look passed over her face.
“Oh but you’re forgetting, Spike. Two can play at that game, something I’m sure I’ll be reminding you of shortly.” She grinned unrepentantly at him and he gulped.
“Right you are sweetheart.”
Buffy gasped loudly when he suddenly bent down and ran his tongue firmly up her wet opening, parting her folds slightly with his fingers and doing it again.
“Ohhh! Ahhh God…”
“Thanks baby, but just Spike’ll do.”
He pushed his tongue as deeply into her channel as he could while pressing down on her clit with his thumb, thrusting in and out quickly. One hand had to come up and press on Buffy’s stomach to keep her still as her hips started bucking wildly. He drew his tongue out and sucked the hard little nubbin into his mouth, earning another loud shout. More and more moisture was pouring out of her so eventually he slipped a finger inside, followed quickly by another and began plunging them in and out and his tongue pressed down on her clit. It wasn’t long before he felt her strong inner muscles clench down around him and he sucked her clit harshly once more, resulting in a piercing scream as Buffy came. He didn’t stop lapping at her until he felt her body completely lose all tension and collapse bonelessly on the ground.
Spike lay down next to her and stroked her forehead until she could turn over and look up at him.
Groaning, she said, “God Spike. You weren’t kidding about your mouth.”
Spike grinned proudly. “Nuh uh, baby. And from now on its all yours.”
Buffy’s eyes lit up as she thought of all the exciting possibilities that could bring. Then she moaned again.
“I’ve never felt so exhausted in my whole life. Its like I don’t even have a skeleton anymore.”
He chuckled and quickly rose to grab a couple of pillows and a throw rug from the couch, placing one under each of their heads and placing the cover over the both of them.
“Don’t worry sweetheart. We still have almost an hour before dinner starts, so you have a little rest and I’ll wake you in time to go back and get changed in your room.”
Buffy leaned over and kissed his soft lips tenderly, snuggling into his arms under the rug.
“I love you Spike. Thank you for doing this for me.”
“Love you too kitten. Sweet dreams.”
She giggled softly and was asleep in minutes, a smile still playing about her lips. Spike’s eyes stayed open watching her the whole time.