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Green Eyed Slayer

Spike watched the other Slayer with a predatory gleam in his crystal blue eyes. She paced. Not the fast restless pace that Spike often resorted to when he was all keyed up with energy. No Faith waltzed around the room swaying her hips and rocking her body. Like sex on legs. Buffy fumed. If Spike didn't put his eyes back in his head she was going to rip it clear off. Faith told her story top to bottom for the third time. It didn't make any sense. She just couldn't believe that Faith had suddenly decided to turn a new leaf and really wanted to help them. She had to have an ulterior motive, some hidden plan. Faith didn't know how to play nice.

"Wish Dru was here." Spike sighed, stubbed out his cigarette in a white bowl and strolled over to her. He sprawled next to her on the couch and seemed genuinely confused by her death stare. "What?" He lifted an eyebrow, feeling her cutting jealousy. He had some nerve. Staring at Faith like an overripe piece of fruit. Thinking fondly about his ex. She had felt so close to him. She was an idiot. She turned her face away from him and he gripped her chin turning her back. He leaned his forehead on hers and spoke softly. "Dru can always tell if someone is lying, it's one of her talents."

Buffy didn't even want to think about her other talents. She had held onto Spike for over a hundred years, and he adored her without reason. What was it about her? And Faith? How could he stare at Faith with her sitting right there? It was bad enough that Xander was drooling and that Giles was stuttering. But Spike? He was the epitome of cool. True he wasn't noticeably giving Faith the satisfaction of knowing that he wanted her. But he hadn't taken his eyes off her since she got here. And he was aroused. Not visibly, but she could feel his excitement through the bond. Buffy pulled away from him and leaned back into the couch resting her sore muscles. She wanted to check Spike's stab wound but she knew it would bother him to have her look in front of everyone.

"Maybe we could do a truth spell?" Willow said from the corner. Giles concurred with her while Faith protested that there really wasn't time for that. Giles and Willow ignored her. So she turned to them instead. She sprawled in the arm chair in what Buffy was sure was a deliberately lewd pose.

"So what got you all banged up B?" She asked bluntly.

"Oh, just the usual. Hell God named Glory, trying to take over the world." Spike's hand slipped onto her thigh and her breath hitched at the end. Faith gave her a lecherous grin and opened her mouth to say something snarky. Buffy was about to get up when Faith's facial expression shifted into something softer, vulnerable.

"She scared me Buffy." Faith whispered. "I don't want to owe her anything." Buffy was completely shell shocked and Faith looked down, suddenly shy. This was so completely out of character for her sister Slayer. She must be really scared.

"Well, we're already working on how to kill her, or stop her, or whatever you do with God's." Buffy smiled at her reassuringly, berating herself for being a soft fool. "There is a prophecy and everything. And don't feel bad, you are the third assassination attempt we've had this week."

Buffy got up and limped into the kitchen. Willow had cast a healing spell and Buffy already felt ten times better, but she was far from in top form. Faith was wigging her out. She frowned when Spike followed. She couldn't decide what was worse, leaving him in there to gape and stare like the others or having him follow her. The minute the door swung shut Spike slipped his arms around her and pulled her into his body, bending his head and nibbling her neck. For a moment Buffy leaned into him, completely taken over by how good he was making her feel. But then she remembered how pissed off she was at him and pulled away sharply.

"What is your problem Ducks? I am going out of my way to be nice to you despite your blinding stupidity and all I'm getting is the cold shoulder."

Buffy spun too fast for her painful condition but ignored the protests that her body sent up to her brain. "Stupid, I'm stupid? You have so much room to talk Blood Breath. At least I don't have a hundred years of screwing up every single plan I ever put into motion."

Spike's face tightened causing his cheeks to hollow and he rocked back on his heels. "I may not be the best planner, but I know what I can and can't handle. I don't foolishly walk into fights I can't win."

"Oh really? Just how many times have I kicked your ass?" Buffy put her hands on her hips and fumed. How dare he call her stupid.

"First off I'm not dust. Second off I'd have killed you off the bat if your mum hadn't stepped in. We wouldn't be in this mess and I'd have three Slayers to my name."

"Oh that's right. The Big Bad's Reputation! Maybe we should change your title to Layer of Slayers." He swooped into her space so that they were standing nose to nose.

"Well I knew the only thing better than killing a Slayer, would be Fucking one." Buffy hit him in the nose. The look of shock on his face was gratifying, if only for the split second before pulled her close and kissed her. She'd forgotten, Violence was like third base to the undead. But Buffy was having none of that. She wasn't about to have him get all hot and bothered with the tart out there and than work his frustrations off on her. She ripped herself out of his arms and glared.

"That's what this is about, Doing a Slayer? Well this is the end of this freak show. I'm sure Faith will find ways to help you!" Buffy turned sharply so she wouldn't have to face him. She didn't want him to see the tears that stung at her eyes. He pressed himself up against her. His legs against hers, his chest against her back, his face buried in her hair.

"That's what got you all hot and bothered Buffy? You think I want candy lips out there?" His voice was low and sexy, and compared to the shouting they had been doing a moment before seemed very quiet. "She'd burn like whiskey going down, but she's got nothing on you." Buffy elbowed him sharply and pushed away from him, enjoying his grunt of pain. She tried to walk away but he spun her roughly and pushed her against the pantry, shielding her escape with his body.

His body was solid against hers. His scent surrounding her and tickling her senses. She gripped his steal forearms to push him away but he wasn't budging. "Why would I want Candy and Whiskey? Not when I've got Blood and Chocolate right here." He brushed his lips against hers and she turned her head stubbornly. She couldn't control her wildly beating heart, the betraying blush of her cheeks, her rapid breathing. But she could still look away from his piercing blue eyes. "You've ruined me for other women, you know that don't you?" He whispered against her neck, kissing and sucking. She found herself melting against his hard body, no longer pushing him away from her.

"You're all I bloody think about." He whispered between soft wet kisses, along her collarbone. "Dream about." He moved up her neck. "You're in my gut, my throat…" He kissed up her jaw. Buffy had to remind herself to breath. "I'm drowning in you, Summers, I'm drowning in you." He kissed her mouth, taking over her senses and her body. Slipping his tongue inside and plundering her mouth, rocking his body in that slow rhythm that was pure Spike.

She wanted him. She wanted to rip his clothing off his body and make him hers again. She wanted to make damn sure he knew just who he belonged to. She wanted to hear him call her name brokenly while he climaxed. She wanted him. But want and have were two different things. Faith came waltzing into the kitchen. "Lo all." She sang out cheerfully. Spike pulled away from her mouth and buried his head in her neck breathing in time with her. "Sorry to interrupt the grope fest but all the screaming made the little people nervous and I drew short straw."

Buffy glared at her as Faith pulled herself up to sit on the countertop. Buffy wondered if she should tell the other Slayer that she and Spike had had steamy sex in that very spot. Probably wouldn't bother her. Suddenly what Faith had said penetrated Buffy's fog of lust and she gasped. Oh God, What had everyone heard? Buffy tried to remember just what had been shouted loud enough for everyone to hear. Faith seemed to read her mind. "Last thing we all heard was something about "Doing a Slayer" and than things got quiet. I said you were probably rutting on the table but Giles and Xander seemed to think that you might have killed one another."

Buffy pulled away from Spike, took a deep breath, and walked into the living room to face the music. She counted to twelve before Spike followed her. If she had reached twenty she would have staked him, prophecy be damned. Faith swaggered in behind him, entirely too close to her lover in Buffy's opinion. Her mate. Her mother looked relieved and stood up from the couch. She brushed Buffy with a kiss on her way into the kitchen. Willow was busying herself with Spike's coat, the leather draped over her lap as she examined the damage. Anya, Xander, and Giles didn't bother to pretend to do anything but stare at them.

Buffy shifted on her feet uncomfortably in the silence. She had never seen Xander and Giles look at her in such a disapproving way, and that was saying something. There was no longer any doubt what was going on behind closed doors. Even Xander, as blind as he could be sometimes, knew. Anya broke the silence. "So were they making out on the table?" she asked bluntly. A roomful of voices sang out her name and she yelled "What?" Anya would never understand etiquette in any shape of form. But her blunt question did take the edge off the tension.

Willow stood hesitantly, "Spike, I think I've repaired your coat, you can barely tell it was ever ripped." Spike crossed the room, cigarette dangling out of his mouth and took his coat, swinging it around his body and sliding his arms in the sleeves. Covered in a heap of humiliation and embarrassment, Buffy still couldn't help but watch him. The sure cocky stride, the precise way he used his hands, his fluid muscles rippling under his skin. She was hopeless, and definitely without a boyfriend too long.

"Red, it's like new. Really appreciate it. This duster's got a bit of history to it, it does. Would have hated to give it up." He gave Willow one of his rare genuine smiles, without snark or smirk. She seemed surprised by it and gave him back one of her Willow wattage grins. "My Slayer's tired, I think you lot ought to clear out. We can put the other Slayer on the couch." Giles bristled and finally snapped.

"Buffy is not your Slayer. You're opinion of what we ought to do is irrelevant. I'm beginning to concur with Buffy's original idea of chaining you up in the basement." Giles removed his glasses to clean them and continued to rant. Buffy didn't think she had ever seen him so rattled. "Despite my divulging just how important total honesty was you deliberately mislead me about the nature of your relationship with Buffy. Knowledge of the, eh, situation as it were, would have influenced my decisions regarding this matter. I certainly would have never allowed…" Spike had finally heard enough. Giles cut off abruptly when he found Spike in his face, inches apart, eye to eye.

"Listen here Rupert." Spike hissed in a low menacing tone. "Buffy is mine, until this bond is broken make no mistake about it, she belongs to me. I did not mislead you about the sex. The need to consummate the mating was a temporary side effect. Since then it has been uninfluenced by the bond. As in none of your bloody business. As for misleading, Buffy and I were told that there was no alternative to this situation until this mess with Glory was resolved. I would hate to think you were lying to me."

"Enough!" Buffy yelled loud enough to catch the attention of everyone in the room. "Spike, go upstairs. Giles, Go home. Faith you're sleeping on the couch. Everyone clear out. I've fought enough battles today."

Giles head whipped around. "Joyce, you're letting him sleep upstairs!" Buffy opened her mouth to repeat her orders. Spike mirrored her. But her mom spoke first.

"Giles, Buffy is an adult. I don't make these kinds of decisions for her. I believe she told you to leave. I'm sure everyone will be much calmer in the morning." Giles opened his mouth and Spike let out a low growl. "Giles, in the morning." Her mother repeated firmly and Giles looked at a loss. His English manners were demanding that he leave that moment. He looked at Buffy at last, a desperate silent plea with her. Buffy gave Spike a look and he kicked the couch on the way to the stairs. But he went. Wasn't like he wouldn't be able to hear every word said. She crossed to her watcher and gave him the firmest hug she could manage with broken ribs and a sore body.

"It's not as bad as you think Giles. And arguing about it tonight isn't going to change anything. Spike is right, I am exhausted, and I need to sleep so that I can heal. We really need to focus on Glory and you need to focus on what to do about the "key". We'll worry about the thing with Spike later. It's time to save the world again; the rest of the drama is going to have to be put on hiatus."

Giles gave her a kind smile and squeezed her shoulders. "When did you get so smart?" He asked teasingly and she teased back.

"I've always been this smart, you've just all been distracted by my blondness. Now go, I need to rest." Xander, Willow, and Anya were hovering by the door. Anya looked as though she wanted to stay but Xander kept hushing her every time she opened her mouth. She probably wanted to ask about the quality of orgasms or something. Finally the group cleared out. Buffy had to hand out a few more painful hugs but she didn't say anything. Her friends had been frightened for her too. Her mom got blankets for Faith and gave her a soft kiss before heading upstairs herself, ordering Dawn to bed from the landing. She had no doubt her sister had crouched just out of site listening to every word said. Not her sister, some sort of creepy energy "key" thingy.

She faced Faith across the room. The last time she had seen her they had fought hard, pulling no punches. Buffy had stabbed her and she had fallen right out the window. Buffy had wept for days with grief and guilt and no one had understood. Faith was family. She was the only one in the whole world who could possibly understand the pressure and stress of being a Slayer. And it hadn't been about duty, not completely, it had been about Angel. She had been willing to sacrifice a human to save him. In that moment she had been no better than the Vampire's that she fought. And she couldn't explain this to anyone. No one could possibly understand what she was feeling and thinking. Except Faith, who lay in a coma. Faith understood about crossing that line, for love.

Buffy didn't know what to say. Should she apologize, should she offer her condolences? Faith must know the mayor was dead. He had been like a father to her. Should she just go upstairs and pretend she didn't care. "It's all right B." Faith finally said. "I'm five by five. And you and yours will be safe as houses while I'm here. I'm not about to fuck up my only safe haven. I'm here for the good fight until this thing is over; I'm not taking that God thing on alone."

"I'm glad you're OK Faith. I…I want things to be Ok, I mean, with us." Buffy stared at her hands.

"Go to bed Buffy, sleep, I'll be on watch tonight." Buffy gave her sister Slayer a teary smile and limped up the stairs. She hollered at Dawn to go to bed and her bedroom door shut with a click. Spike's stab wound was still hurting him badly and he was going to let her bandage it or he was going to find out just how violent she could be. Just thinking of him gave her warm shivers and she scolded herself. Bad Buffy.







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