Just a short fill-in the scenes for today. An interlude, if you like.
Contains a bit of naughtiness.
Buffy stood at Giles’ front door, her eyes filled with longing. “I wish you were coming. I don’t want to be away from you for a second.”
“I know.” Spike pulled her close and kissed her deeply, before pulling back and staring into her eyes. “But Rupert needs me.” He stoked her cheek with his left forefinger, gently. “Hurry back.”
“Yes,” Giles called from the sofa. “Please do. Running would be good.”
“Sorry, Giles. One bag of reversal spell, coming up.” Buffy kissed Spike one more time, and he closed the door behind her, his hand lingering on the handle, as if her hand were still touching it, then he turned and walked towards the couch.
“Anything I can get you? Another scotch?”
Giles looked towards the direction of Spike’s voice. “An aspirin. I seem to be developing a headache, for some reason.”
“Ah,” said Giles, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he thought of the sound of smacking lips and the mental image that went with it, “That’s undoubtedly the reason.”
“Look, why don’t I help you up to your room where it’s quiet? You can have a bit of a nap while we wait. Might do your head some good.”
“Certainly. And you can rifle through my things while I’m asleep. Or even escape.”
“Right.” He shot Giles a hard stare. “And if I try to leave now, you’ll tackle me and keep me here. Right.”
“Rupert, I’m not going anywhere until Buffy gets back. As hard as it is for you to believe, I love the girl. Knowing that she’s out there, vulnerable to god knows what nasty, is driving me crazy.”
“She’s not vulnerable,” Giles sighed, “She’s the Slayer.”
“So was Kendra. So was the Chinese girl.”
“What Chinese girl?”
“Never mind. The point is, I worry about her, but I promised I’d look after you, and I will. You go lie down, and I’ll take a look through these spell books of yours and find something to get those peepers back in working order.”
“Oh, what the hell. All right.” He stood up and took Spike’s arm as the vampire guided him up the stairs. “What’s the worst that can happen? You run away and I get my bathtub back.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Spike was nose deep in another magic volume when Buffy finally stepped through the front door, a brown bag in her hand. He dropped the book and rushed to her arms, kissing her enthusiastically. The bag slipped from her grasp and onto the floor. She pushed him away and dived for it.
“I hope it didn’t break!” She peeked inside, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“You hope the herbs for the spell didn’t break?”
“No, silly. They didn’t have everything in the magic shop. I’ll pick them up later.” She pulled a china figure from the bag. “I hoped the top for our wedding cake didn’t break.”
“Where did you get that silly thing?”
“At the wedding shop. And it isn’t silly. It’s pretty.” She put the bride and groom on the table, then removed her jacket. “I bought it after I talked to Riley.”
“Riley? Who’s Riley?”
“A guy from school. We were sort of…”
There was a dangerous edge in his voice. “Sort of what?”
“Picnic buddies. That’s it. One picnic.”
Spike clenched and unclenched his fist, a little vein starting to throb on his forehead.
“I ran into him. Told him I was getting married to you. Because I love you.” She kissed him on the cheek. “Only you.” On the mouth. “Mmmmm…”
“I need you, baby.” His voice was low, throaty. “Need you so much.”
“Where’s Giles?” she whispered, smiling as Spike nuzzled her neck.
“Upstairs. Taking a nap.” He nuzzled the other side.
She took his hand. “Good.”
She led him to the couch, lying back against the cushions, his body pressed against hers. They kissed, his hands gently, then more firmly, holding her bare shoulders. His fingers traced her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. He reached up under her top, caressing the soft skin beneath. Slipped under her bra.
She felt him against her. Reached for the top button of his jeans. Undid it.
Gasped as his hand reached down the front of her pants. Past the elastic. Past the curls.
“Buffy, is that you? Is everything all right?” Giles stood at the top of the stairs, reaching for the banister and trying to find his way down. “I heard you scream. What happened? Is Spike there? Did he hurt you?”
She pushed Spike away, her face red as the blush spread. “I’m fine, Giles. Spike’s here. We’re fine. Everything’s fine.”
“She thought she saw a mouse,” Spike called.
“A mouse?” Giles felt his way from step to step, descending. “I thought I got rid of them.”
“You have mice?” Buffy sounded shocked.
“She means,” Spike said, “That it wasn’t a mouse. It was,” he looked around the room for a possible culprit. “It was this.”
“This what?” Giles asked, now at the ground floor. “You might recall that I’ve gone blind.”
“This sock.” This non-existent sock, she thought to herself. “I’ll put it in your laundry hamper. She ran up the stairs and back down again. “All done.”
“I don’t remember leaving a sock on the floor. And how did you mistake a sock for a mouse?”
“Brown. Bit fuzzy. Easy mistake.” She helped Giles to the couch. “Totally mouselike.” She picked up the china figurine. “I wish you could see what I bought tonight. Cute little wedding cake topper.”
“How delightful.” This did not ease Giles’ headache.
Buffy sat on Spike’s lap in the easy chair, and sat the figure on his arm. “Dum, dum da dum.”
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/429743.html