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Free Cable? by BloodEnvy
 
Phone Home
 
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CHAPTER FOUR


Spike faltered, watching Buffy turn to face him, wild eyed. “I…what?”

“I told Mom I was going to stay in L.A. at my Dad’s for a while, because I needed some time alone, and he was on a business trip… I was supposed to call her!”

Spike raised an eyebrow. Watching the Slayer turn towards the door again, he reached out to grip her shoulder lightly. It was strange to see the Slayer so… normal. Not a strong, wise-cracking little bitch, but as a seventeen-year-old-girl. She flinched under his touch.

“It’s alright, pet. There’s a phone here in the room, you can use that.”

“Thank you.” Was that gratitude?

Gesturing towards the bed, Spike watched Buffy falter at the motion, and he bent down to fish the phone out of the rubble. Holding the phone up to prove he wasn’t about to force himself upon her the moment she sat down he waited for her to sit before handing it over.

“I’ll, uh… Be outside, if you need anything while you’re… yeah.”
Approaching the door, Spike grabbed his shirt from the chair in the corner and slipped it over his head. Gripping the knob, he heard Buffy’s reply, low and soft.

“You don’t have to go Spike.”

Moving his eyes back to her, Spike saw her, eyes down, head bowed, fingering the phone’s cord. Nervous? He might just have won this...

Silently, he trod back to the bed, sitting down next to her, hands in his lap, their thighs almost touching.

Dialling her home number, Buffy gripped the receiver a little too tightly, to stop her hand from shaking. Had she just told Spike to stay?

But there was nothing wrong with that, was there? It’s not like she had told him she’d stay. She was just being polite. After all, he had offered, and it was technically his room. She couldn’t kick him out of his own room, even if he was a vampire...

“Mom? It’s me.” Spike was amazed at how her voice had changed in those three little words. She was yet again transformed into a seventeen-year-old girl instead of a girl who kicked his arse every other week.

“No. No, I’m fine. I just… yeah. My bus was late arriving, and… no, I….” Buffy suddenly became very aware that Spike was watching her. He was just sitting there, staring at her as she spoke. Glancing at the vamp, she watched as his smirked. Realising he had noticed, she stuck her tongue out at him.

Muffling a giggle, Buffy watched as incredulity passed over the vampire’s usually so cocky face. Watching it twist into a wicked grin, Buffy turned away, refocusing on her mother’s lecture.

“No, I- I know Mom, I... yes. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call, but I would have- no, I... I... ohhhh...” Buffy shuddered, a small moan slipping between her lips as Spike lowered his mouth to her collarbone and ran his tongue over her skin.

Spike chuckled into her neck as she squirmed, trying to shake him off. Listening to her muffle giggles and groans as she answered her mother’s questions, Spike saw her arm unfold from her chest, revealing her cleavage. Grin spreading wider, he raised a hand cautiously to slide it across goose-bumped flesh.

Buffy was trying to concentrate on the conversation, but it was impossible to ignore the icy kiss playing across her throat. Or the fingers slowly creeping under her bra to rub a thumb over a hardening nipple.

“No... yes Mom I’ll... hohhhh... No I’m... I’m fine... I’ll call again... later... I... ohhh.... promise.” Buffy’s eyes shot daggers at the top of Spike’s head as his tongue slid up behind her ear. “Yeah... I... looohh... you too.”

Slamming the receiver down, Buffy glared at Spike as he raised his head. As a triumphant grin spread across his lips, she glowered at him. Swinging back, Buffy punched him with enough force to send him soaring.

Flying back to crash against the bed head, Spike looked incredulously up at the girl.

“What the bloody hell was...” Spike immediately silenced himself as Buffy’s smirk widened into an evil smile that rivalled his own patented grin. Spike’s eyes widened almost comically as she approached him, swung a leg over his hips and lowered herself for a kiss.

Pausing an inch above the vampire’s lips, Buffy searched for a reason for her actions. Her body was tingling from the teasing he had just done in the brief phone call home. She had done her daughter-duty to her mother, and Giles didn’t expect her to call for another few days.

Spike watched the blonde above him, she was staring back at him, eyes flickering over his face. Parting his lips slightly, he cocked his chin upwards to reach her lips, but was pushed back by the hands gripping his chest, head hitting the pillow.

Having the Slayer straddle his hips the way she had in past fights was fast making him hard again. Hands up slightly, prepared for defence, he was caught by surprise when she lowered herself suddenly to brush her lips against his.

Quickly deepening the kiss, Buffy shed the ruined shirt and ground against him. After all, what did she have to lose?
 
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