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SUMMARY: Buffy is forced into a prophecy involving Spike. Can they both survive it?
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DISCLAIMER: Buffy, Spike, and co. don't belong to me, they belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This version has been toned down from it's original NC-17 version for the purpose of posting it on this site. However, it still uses bad language and mature subjects and so is rated PG-15, please read at your own discretion.
"You are such a bloody pain," Spike said one night two months later. Time had passed slowly for the bonded pair, as they were forced to stay close together. They got to know each other more intimately than either had desired, leading to an intense loyalty and semi-friendship between them.
Buffy learned about Spike's tumulus childhood in North London, on how he came to be a vampire, his relationship with Drusilla and his love of punk music. She found he was very hyper and couldn't sit still for more than an hour at a time, which drove her to distraction when she wanted to relax, because she had to go where he went.
Spike learned that Buffy felt immense guilt about sending Angel to Hell, on what it was like living on her own in LA, about the many other creatures she fought and her love of soap operas. She said they mimicked her life. She also loved violence, a trait they both shared.
They worked well together on patrol. Spike would watch and make witty comments while she fought, unless her opponents were too much for her to handle. Then he'd throw himself into the battle, working by her side, their movements more in sync that Buffy's had been with Angel. They were two warriors who thrived on the violence and the euphoria of winning.
Because they were constantly within five feet of each other, neither had any secrets anymore. Spike had found and read her diary one day, which earned him a good beating, and she made him swear with a blood pact never to divulge its contents. So, they cut their wrists and grasped forearms, and their loyalty to one another reached a higher plane.
"I try," Buffy replied, painting the last toe nail bright green. They were sitting in 'their' bedroom, waiting for the sun to set. Spike was laying on his twin bed, which had been fully assembled next to Buffy's, reading a book. The room was crowded with the extra furniture, and they constantly tripped over books and other things on the floor.
"What time are we leaving again?" he asked.
"Same time as I told you three minutes ago," Buffy answered. "How's it look?"
"Green," Spike replied, glancing at her toes. She scowled at him, then climbed over and sat on his lower legs, her back to him and began to paint his toes. "What are you doing?" he asked with a sigh.
"Oh, nothing," she said. Spike set the book aside and sat up, looking over her shoulder. When he saw what she was doing, he grabbed her around the waist and proceeded to tickle her.
"Aah!" Buffy shrieked, quickly capping the green polish bottle so as not to get it everywhere. She clasped her hands over his, trying desperately to get him to stop. Suddenly, she was flipped onto her back, Spike poised over her and pinning her down as he continued to tickle her sides.
"Stop, stop, stop," she gasped between laughter. She wiggled under him, trying to escape, but not that hard.
"I don't think so, pet," Spike said. He pressed his weight against her, using one hand to capture her flailing arms. He raised them above her head, a vice grip around both wrists and used his free hand on her waist. "Say uncle."
"Never!" Buffy declared, breathing heavily. She kept squirming under him and twisting her wrists to break free. The light from the window started to fade as the sun dipped behind the horizon, casting shadows on the bed. The air began to change, becoming heavy, tangible, and sultry as the forces that brought them together worked their magicks.
*****
"Hello, cutie," Spike said softly, gazing down at the woman beside him. He was propped on his side, hand holding up his head, watching as Buffy came fully awake. The light behind his blue eyes had not dimmed, but his body was relaxed, untroubled, coolness pressed beside her warmth.
"Hi," Buffy whispered back, her own gaze shy. He leaned his head down and gently kissed her full lips, enjoying their softness. He pulled back only to look into eyes that mimicked his own with emotion. She inhaled deeply, then looked to the door. "I hope that was locked," she said, lightening the passion-filled room.
"If not, they got a good show," he replied, tracing her cheek and jaw with his free hand. He tilted his head and listened for other people in the house, finding none. "No one's home, luv."
"Good," Buffy said. At his hurt look, she clarified what she meant. "Not good as in we shouldn't have done this, but good as in we didn't get interrupted."
His mouth tilted in a sexy grin, then he rolled onto his back in order to see the clock. "I suppose we best get going, pet, especially if you want to join your friends at the Bronze."
They both rose and dressed, with Buffy hiding stakes on her body. Spike watched her do this with great interest, commenting on her ability to put so many under such skimpy clothing. Leaving the house hand in hand, the bonded couple made rounds then headed for the Bronze.
*****
"I'm going to take a quick smoke, luv," Spike said as they walked up to the bouncer to pay the cover charge. "Meet you inside."
Buffy smiled and nodded, then dropped his hand and went into the dim club. She searched for and found her friends, including Faith. "Hi, guys!"
"Buffster!" Xander greeted, moving so she could join them. They were so used to Buffy being with Spike, they didn't question where he was, knowing he had to be close by. "How's our other favorite Chosen One doing? Is that term still correct? Shouldn't it be Chosen Two? Or maybe, The Chosen?"
"I'm doing great," Buffy interrupted him. "And you'd have to talk to Giles about that."
"Maybe I will. It would be fun just to see him stutter to come up with an answer," Xander said gleefully.
"So, Faith, I haven't seen you in awhile," Buffy said to the other Slayer. "Been keeping out of trouble...or at least not getting caught?"
Faith laughed. "The last parts right, B. I've been hanging out, working a little during the day. Gotta pay the slumlord who owns my luxurious digs. How 'bout you? How's life at the Summers' residence?"
"Crowded," she answered. "I can barely move two feet without tripping over Spike's shoes, or his duster, or his books, or him..."
"Speaking of undead fiends," Xander said. "We haven't seen Angel around lately. Not that I'm complaining, just observing."
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen him either," Buffy responded.
"Maybe he took a trip," Willow suggested, sipping her drink. "Or he went back to lurking and staying in the shadows."
Buffy shrugged. "Oh, well. I guess if he wants to be found, he will be."
"Woah. That's a big 180 coming from you," Xander said. "Have you decided to move onto the living? Particularly your muscular, dark haired, best friend?"
She laughed. "Sorry, Xander, no offense, but you'll always only be my best friend."
He sighed dramatically. "I know. Can't blame a guy for trying."
A good dance song started up from the live band playing and Buffy conned her friends onto the floor with her. They bounced around the floor together for several fast songs before a slow one started. Heading back to their seats, they collapsed in laughter. Out of nowhere, a hand appeared in the Slayer's line of vision. She looked up and saw Spike standing behind the couch. He arched an eyebrow in invitation.
Smiling, she stood and made her way to the dance floor, his hand resting lightly on her lower back. As the music continued, they wrapped their arms around each other, dancing as close as only two people who shared everything could. Her friends watched gape-mouthed as the bonded duo swayed to the slow beat. When the song ended, Spike kissed her lightly on the lips, then led her back to the couch before disappearing once more.
Mouths snapped shut with an audible clack as Buffy looked sheepishly at her friends. Willow was the first to speak.
"Buffy! If you two got any closer, you'd be one person!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah, B. That was some serious meshing," Faith added. "Are you to doing the horizontal?" Buffy blushed, looking down at her shoes. "Way to go, B!"
"Uh...am I the only one not liking this?" Xander said. "Buffy, didn't boinking one undead guy teach you a lesson the first time?"
"Xander-"
"Giles is not going to be a happy bookman," he added.
"Tell Giles and I'll stick Mr. Pointy where the sun don't shine," Buffy threatened. "I'm going to the ladies, when I come back, there'd better be a new topic." She stood and weaved her way through the crowd to the restrooms. Willow and Faith took one look at each other, then went after her.
"Buffy!" Willow said, following her blond friend into the restroom. "What...how...when..."
"What Red here is trying to say is, you go girl!" Faith interrupted. She leaned back against a sink. "Now, give us all the gooey details."
"Guys..."
"Nope, ain't gonna work," Faith said. "Spill."
Buffy took a deep breath and sighed, knowing Faith would strong-arm her if necessary. She filled them in on what had happened earlier that night, quietly so as not to be overheard by the other girls in the restroom. When she finished, she was flushed from the memory and her two friends were wide-eyed.
"Do you love him?" Willow finally asked.
"No," Buffy answered. "I mean, we're enemies. He's the one who forced us into this bloody prophecy and it doesn't change the fact that...what?" Willow and Faith were trying not to laugh at her. "What are you two giggling about?"
"You said 'bloody' just like Spike," Willow said, covering her mouth with her hand to hold back the laughter.
"I think someone is lying through her perfect teeth," Faith said pointedly. "You've been together, what? Over two months? Constantly at his side, sharing everything...a girl's gotta be dead not to feel something."
With that, they left the Slayer alone in the bathroom, staring thoughtfully at her reflection in the mirror.
