Changing Lives by Mabel Marsters

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Chapter 54

Buffy came to see Spike the next afternoon. Rupert was out for the day. Spike let her in and they both looked at each other a little self-consciously.

“Um…hi…come on in,” stuttered Spike.

“Did Rich get away okay yesterday?” asked Buffy.

“Yeah, he did. I’m going to miss him. He’s good fun to ‘ave around,” replied Spike. He took hold of Buffy and pulled her into his arms. “But I’ve missed doing this even more.”

He kissed her as though his very life depended on it, needing her to erase the grief he’d felt at seeing the photographs. Buffy hugged him tight enough to make him wince.

“Oh sorry!” she exclaimed, “I forgot.”

“’S okay. I just need your arms up a bit higher.”

“How about lower? Is that okay too?” She playfully grabbed his ass.

Spike laughed, “No, that’s fine!”

He took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. They lay on the bed together and snuggled up. Soon their kisses got deeper and Buffy pushed her hand under Spike’s shirt. He took that as his cue and pulled it up and over his head. She gasped as he turned to drop it on the floor and she saw the massive bruise. Although slightly less sore than it had been, it looked worse as all the bruising had come out. It was painted a myriad of purples, blues and black, with yellows along its edges. The haematoma was still there, a long narrow welt across the base of his spine. She shuddered and touched it gently. Its colours were livid against the paleness of his unblemished skin.

She pulled him towards her and encouraged him to lie on his stomach. As she pulled his jeans off she giggled when she discovered that he wasn’t wearing any underpants.

“Mm…well, that’s one less thing to take off.”

She started to kiss him from his shoulders all the way down his back. As she softly kissed the bruising Spike could feel her hot tears drop onto his skin. He rolled over.

“Don’t cry, pet,” he whispered as he kissed her.

“But…”

“Shh.” He silenced her with another kiss. “Let’s just forget about everything but us.”

Buffy sniffed a couple of times and then nodded.

“Besides, you’re not being very fair, are you?” he said with a grin, “You’ve got me all naked and you’re still covered up.”

He reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. “Seems like I’m not the only one who forgot some clothing,” he said as it was revealed that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“I thought I’d save a bit of time since it took you so long to undo it last time,” she teased.

“You cheeky sod!” laughed Spike, pulling her blouse off and undoing the zipper of her skirt.

Soon the pair of them were naked and Spike paused to take in the beauty before him.

“Oh God, Buffy,” he said as he buried his face in her neck, kissing her, sending a shiver through her as he nibbled on her ear.

Then he turned his attention southward. His hand slipped between her thighs and she shifted slightly to accommodate them. His searching fingers instinctively found her most sensitive of spots and she relaxed back into the mattress, as the feelings seemed to spread through her whole body.

Spike carried on down, pushing her thighs further apart as he wriggled down the bed.

“Spike? Ooh…you can’t…” started Buffy, a little embarrassed.

He looked up at her, his vivid blue eyes meeting hers.

“Trust me, pet, I think you’ll like it,” he said, “and if yer don’t, just say so and I’ll stop. I promise, okay?”

She nodded.

He replaced his questing fingers with his tongue and she was soon lost in waves of pleasure. One of her hands ran its fingers through Spike’s hair and the other grabbed at the sheets. As she bucked at his attentions, Spike raised his head to look at her face.

“Don’t stop…oh please…I need…” she whispered.

Smiling, Spike resumed his duties, becoming seriously aroused at the effect he was having on her. A few moments later and Buffy climaxed with a shudder and a cry.

“Oh. My. God!”

She lay there, lost in its effects.

“So that was nice then?” smiled Spike, eyes twinkling.

“Oh Spike, it was unbelievable,” she moaned, feeling boneless and unable to move.

“Well…um…in that case do yer mind letting go of my hair?”

“Oh God! Sorry,” cried Buffy as she realised she still had a fist full of his hair in her hand.

Spike just laughed and came up so that he was level with her. She kissed him deeply.

“How did you know…?”

“There was one bonus for spending a few weeks in a hospital, pet. I used to end up looking at the nurses’ magazines. It’s amazing what you can learn from the problem pages,” he chuckled and then took a sharp intake of breath as Buffy’s fingers closed around his erection.

“I think it’s your turn now,” she said, guiding him into her still tingling body.

He entered a little more boldly than he had their first time - she was slick and ready for him. He almost came undone with that first thrust. She aroused him so much he could barely contain himself.

This time they were even more in tune. Buffy loved the way he whispered her name and looked deep into her eyes. Their rhythm increased until she climaxed again, his own following immediately. Sated and drenched in sweat they collapsed into each other’s arms.

“I love you,” he sighed, “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Spike.”

Ooooooo

When they finally untangled themselves, Spike padded out of the room to shower. Buffy pulled on his discarded shirt and sat up. She noticed the photographs on the desk. Curious, she went to have a closer look. She picked up the one showing the five of them. She felt a pang of compassion as she saw how happy they looked and now all but one were dead. She was amazed at how alike the two boys were. Spike was inevitably wearing his duster, but William was doubled up laughing and you couldn’t really see his face. She was glad that William had had a good time.

She looked closely at Spike’s father as she recalled the words he’d spoken in the hospital. She knew looks could be deceiving but there certainly didn’t seem to be any tension there. Buffy put that one down and picked up the photograph of the two boys fooling around, she smiled as she looked at them wrestling, unaware that a photo had been taken.

Absently she picked up the copy of Pride and Prejudice that was also on the deck. She flicked through it, remembering how animated William had been when he’d told her about it. She was pleased that it was one of the books Spike had ‘rescued’. Something fell out of it and she bent to pick it up. Another photograph; she looked at it and then froze. It was obviously William and his mom, why else was it in William’s book? But the way he had his head tilted and was smiling a touch lopsidedly was pure ‘Spike’. She reached for the photo of the five of them again, peering at it closely. Her heart missed a beat; the boy wearing the duster wasn’t Spike like she’d first thought. Frantically she grabbed the photo of the two boys. She could see it now – the one wearing the duster simply wasn’t Spike!

“What the hell..?”

Spike walked back into the bedroom, towel around his waist, hair damp and curly from the shower. She thought she’d never seen him look so appealing but she didn’t miss the worried look that flitted across his face when he saw her holding the photograph. He tilted his head a little; just like the image of William.

“Do you ever go anywhere without the coat?” she asked, amazed that her voice sounded normal.

Spike hesitated for a moment. He’d forgotten about Buffy being able to see the photographs but she obviously thought that he was James.

“Um…yer know me, I just love it,” he lied.

Buffy just smiled at him a little sadly. He wrongly supposed it was because she was thinking of ‘William’.

“I’ve got to go,” she said quietly, starting to pick up her clothes.

“Wot? Now? Why?” asked Spike, “Don’t you want a shower first?”

“Mom called on my cell while you were getting one and I’ve got to help her at the gallery. Paula’s gone home ill,” replied Buffy with a lie of her own.

“Oh, okay.” He went to her and pulled her into his arms, dropping a kiss on her neck, “It’s a shame though.”

Buffy wriggled free, “Sorry, but I’ve got to hurry.”

She got dressed and went to leave. Spike rushed after her and took her hand.

“Are you okay? Do yer want me to walk with?”

“I’m fine, it’s just mom said that she was really busy. It’s okay. I don’t need you to come along.”

Spike was going to protest but then he saw Buffy was wearing her ‘resolve’ face and he knew well enough that she wouldn’t change her mind.

“I’ll see yer tomorrow then,” he said as he kissed her cheek, “I love you.”

Buffy just smiled and nodded then hurried away. Spike watched her for a moment and then closed the door.

Oooooo

“Oh my God! Oh my God!”

The phrase just kept repeating in Buffy’s mind as she half walked, half ran home.

“It can’t be true. How can it be true?”

But there was no doubt in her mind. The photo hidden in the book was of Spike. She remembered how confused he’d been when the nurse had asked his name.

“Spike…um…Will…um… James.”

“Oh Christ,” she whispered as she ran up to her room, slamming the door and bursting into tears.

She took the postcard from its place on her pin board. She remembered how he’d reacted when he’d seen it. How had she not realised before? But then, she hadn’t actually known William very well; he’d been almost invisible to her, like the rest of the school, until that last week.

Why had he lied? How could he take up his dead cousin’s identity? She tore up the postcard into tiny pieces. She thought of how close they’d become. She genuinely thought that he’d loved her, but if he’d lied about who he was, how could she trust anything he said?

Buffy lay on the bed and hugged ‘Mr. Gordo’, her stuffed toy pig, tightly to her chest. She felt as if her heart was truly breaking in two.

To be continued…..

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