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Second the First by SinisterChic
 
Oh, You Again
 
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Second the First

By Heather Martin

Rated- R (rating risen in this chapter)

Disclaimer- Joss owns everything important in this life (Buffy TVS and Angel)

Summary- Sequel to Replay. It has been months and Spike still hasn’t come home from his journey to Africa. Buffy goes in search of him, not only because of her aching heart but also because he is vital against the battle with the First. When she finds him, will he be the Spike she knew?


Chapter 6- Oh You Again

Buffy hung up the phone. She leaned against the wall and shut her eyes. She felt the world close in on her, blocking fresh air to her lungs. She should have started preparing for The First Evil instead of focusing on Spike. She couldn’t imagine defeating it without the amulet. Spike might have to die again and I can’t even enjoy our time left because he isn’t himself, she thought.

Not that she hated William. A tinge of guilt stabbed her. He was a decent guy, kinda cute actually. But she needed the whole Spike package. A little sweet word here and there, along with a whole lot of playful dirtiness. If she were to picture William having sex (which was hard), she saw him taking it slow the entire time and never seeking adventurous movements. That could get old. She wished the sweet lovemaking sometimes, sure, but the rougher stuff brought on excitement.

Get back on track, slayer. The First, remember. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes to meet the blank wall. She rolled her shoulders and then rubbed her neck.

There was a creak behind her. Buffy spun around. William stood there, still completely clothed. How can he stand to sleep like that? Or maybe he got dressed again before coming up. Would be too improper for a lady to see a man’s bare chest. She winced at her silent mocking. You need to stop! she told herself. What do you have against William? You hardly know him. Loosen him up and he could be fun.

Buffy took in his state. He looked out of it. His eyes reminded her of when she found him in the school basement. She hoped he wasn’t seeing things like before.

“Buffy?” he croaked.

She said something dumb. “Couldn’t sleep?” She regretted putting up on that lumpy cot.

“I feel like I’ve woken up after sleeping for months.”

Her brow creased.

“Did I go to Africa, or was that a dream?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Things fell into place.

“Spike, is it you?” she whispered.

The love that shone back at her gave her the answer. She flung her arms around his neck fiercely.

“Careful, love, don’t cut off my air supply. Funny, that,” he muttered.

She loosened her hold but didn’t let go. She laughed, full of relief.

“I love you,” she told him.

“Oh, Buffy. . . Love you down to my core.”

At that moment Buffy believed it might all be okay. She smashed her lips to his, tasting the unnatural warmth of him. Wow, different, yet the same. He pressed her against the wall and shoved his tongue into her mouth greedily.

“Missed you. So much.” Buffy’s hands roamed over his clothed chest. “Need you.” She yanked the sweater over his head and tossed it aside.
He glanced down at the blue material. “Where’d that come from?”

“You don’t remember?” Buffy asked.

“It’s all a blur,” Spike said.

She stroked the side of his cheek. “Doesn’t matter. All that matters is now, this moment.”

He nuzzled his face in her neck. His mouth sucked on the tender flesh he found there. She moved her head to the side. He nipped, making her gasp. She giggled.

Taking her by surprise, Spike rammed her into the kitchen island. He took a hand and swept it over the surface. The bowl of fruit crashed to the floor, making apples and bananas roll. He lifted Buffy and plopped her down on the island. She giggled with glee. His hand slid up her leather-clad leg to her inner-thigh. He slipped under her shirt and played with her navel. Then he began to fumble with the button of her pants.

“Oh my!”

Vampire hybrid and slayer froze. They shifted to spot Velvet in the entryway. She had her eyes covered and her face was beet-red.

“William . . .” Velvet coughed. “Do you know what you are doing?”

Spike helped Buffy down. She did up her pants. She combed a hand through her disheveled locks.

Spike squinted. “I know you, don’t I, ducks? I remember . . . and yet I don’t.” He spoke slowly, unsure.

Velvet removed her hand shielding her eyes. She took Spike in fully. She blinked at his muscular chest. Buffy frowned. Velvet averted her eyes.

“Velvet, meet Spike,” Buffy introduced.

Velvet’s mouth formed an ‘o’. “William’s gone?” She sounded disappointed.

“I don’t understand,” Spike said.

“You were William,” Buffy replied. “You only remembered your human life. I think it was an after-effect of the trials.”

Spike shook his head. “I didn’t torture you with bloody awful poetry, did I?”

“It wasn’t that bad,” Velvet said.

Spike laughed. “Thanks for the lie, pet.”

Velvet looked down at the floor. “Sorry to interrupt your reunion. I just heard the clatter . . . I’m a light sleeper. I’ll just go.” Velvet hurried away before anyone could protest.

Spike watched the spot where Velvet had been, his brow furrowed. Buffy bent down to clean up the fruit.

“Velvet let you stay with her when you couldn’t find your way home. She only knows William, so it will take her some time to be okay with this,” Buffy rambled.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Huh?”

He paused. “Y-You heard me. I have to go to the loo.”

Buffy burst out with full-fledged laughter. His confession was so out of place. She hugged her stomach and shook with delight until her cheeks hurt.

Spike grinned.

“I-I’ll walk to you the bathroom,” Buffy offered.

She took his hand and led him up the stairs. She pushed him into the bathroom. He glanced around at the contents.

“Going to watch, slayer?” he teased.
“Tempting,” Buffy said. She smiled and shut the door.

She continued to smile. This bathroom no longer held dark memories. Spike didn’t hesitate in the slightest to use it. It was a reminder that things could change for the better.

She waited outside for him. He took quite a while, even after she heard the toilet flush.

“Spike, are you done?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She turned the knob and stepped in. Spike stood before the mirror. He leaned forward to admire himself. He frowned and then glanced downward at the Khaki pants.

“What did the poof do to me?” he questioned.

She shook her head. “We’ll buy some bleach at the store tomorrow if you want. As for the khaki problem . . .”

He smirked.

They tumbled into the master bedroom. Spike kicked the door closed. They fell onto the bed. Buffy helped Spike tear the retched khaki pants off. Their actions were passionate but not rough. When he slid inside it was like venturing home. She had felt so lost since he left, as if he took a huge chunk of herself with him. Now he gave her that chunk back, all toasty from keeping it safe in his heart. Okay, she could be corny sometimes. She was the slayer, yes, but she was still a girl.

Spike drove harder into her. Something changed then as he neared the peak of their pleasure. He tossed her around so she was ontop. He grabbed her hips and smashed them down upon him. She cried out from gratification and the tear she felt. It was all too familiar. She recalled it from the first time round: the fast and furious. Things passed in a haze. She caught a glimpse of Spike’s golden eyes and fangs. His face was unlike that of a regular vamp. His features no longer scrunched into ridges.

The pain mingled with the enjoyment until she couldn’t tell one from the other. She screamed as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering from release. Still he kept pounding into her, forcing her body to impale him.

The next thing she knew he thrust her neck down to his mouth. He growled loudly and then sharp teeth penetrated her vein. He pumped and sucked in conjunction. Her eyelids fell closed. The sensation overcame her and she came again, and this time he followed.

She fell back against the mattress, disoriented, her head floaty. The springs squeaked and she felt Spike scramble off the bed. Finally she gathered herself enough to lift up and look over. Spike stood at the foot of the bed, breathing hard.

He seemed frightened for some reason. Red smeared his lips, but other than that he appeared more misplaced than wild. He grabbed the converter off the bed and wrapped it around himself.

“How did . . .? What . . .? Oh dear,” Spike stammered.

No, not Spike, Buffy thought. William. William was back.

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I’ve created Velvet and don’t know what to do with her. *L* I’m up for suggestions.
 
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