Chapter 33
"Thank you for dinner," Buffy chirped as she leaned up and gave Spike a quick kiss on the lips before passing by him to enter the hotel. They'd discussed it and decided that with all the hoopla and chaos, it was best for them to spend the night in a hotel and just be by themselves.
Tomorrow, they were heading home and Buffy couldn't have been happier
about that fact. She was, in a word, exhausted. Not just physically, but
mentally and emotionally as well. All she really wanted to do was bask in
Spike. He grounded her and supported the way no other—not even Angel—
did. Spike was involved in all facets of her life, especially now. She couldn't
help but wonder what awaited them once they returned to the city as she
unceremoniously plopped down on the king sized bed.
"Well, it's not all that bad. It's no Ritz Carlton, but it's a room," Spike said
as he walked around the blue and green toned room with the beige walls,
one table, a couple chairs, a bureau, nightstand, mirror and closet, and
bathroom. The standard hotel room.
She popped her head up. "Since when have you stayed at the Ritz
Carlton?"
He grinned. "I did once."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
"Nothing important to tell."
"Because it involved a girl right?"
He looked uncomfortable. "Maybe."
"Which means yes. What is it you say to me? ‘Don't start hiding things
from me now'?"
He shook his head and undid his tie and slipped off his suit jacket, tossing it
on the chair before climbing in next to her and pillowing his head on her
breast.
"It's different now," he finally said.
"Why?"
"Because I'm with you."
"So I can't hear about your stay at the Ritz?"
"It's not that you can't, it's that I don't want to tell you."
"Spike, it's not like you lived like a monk before me, and it's not like I didn't
know you didn't live like a monk before me."
"Was that English?"
She poked him, "Come on. Tell me. Was it a big adventure? How did you
pay for it?"
"Not much of a big adventure. Well, sort of. You know, doing the touristy
stuff in between--" he cleared his throat, "I paid for it with a credit card I
stole from my Da."
Buffy latched onto the ‘in between—‘ break off. "In between sex."
He didn't answer.
"Spike!"
"Yes. In between the sex, okay?"
"Why is it wigging you out to talk about it? I asked. It's my own fault if I
get bothered by it."
"Are you bothered?"
"Little bit."
"Why?"
"Are you being serious right now?"
He chuckled. "Jealous?"
"Little bit. Were you ever jealous of the guys I went out with?"
"All the time," he didn't hesitate with his answer. "Wanted to rip their
heads off. None of them were good enough for you."
"I thought the same about the women you dated."
"If you could call it dating," he muttered.
"So you've sowed your oats." Pause. "Right?" she added hesitantly.
His head popped up and gazed at her imploringly. "Don't doubt that. It's
done and over with. It's only you, Buffy."
She nodded and he rested his head back, smoothing circles on her belly.
"Spike?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Are YOU being serious right now?"
She giggled. "Why did you date so many bimbo's? I mean, you're an
intelligent guy and I see how annoyed you get with stupid people. How
come you did it? Why didn't you ever go for someone that was more in your
league?"
"My league?"
"You were better than the girls you dated and you know it. At least, I think
you knew it."
He shrugged. "I knew I was smarter than them . . . I don't really have an
answer to that. I thought with my dick instead of my brain."
"If you're not thinking with your penis, you're acting directly on its behalf."
His head popped up again. "Not with you though. I guess with them I
didn't care about the complete package. I only cared about what I could get
from them. And then their stupidity would undoubtedly drive me away
from them and it was time to go. They got what they wanted from me too,
make no mistake on that."
"Not all of them. Some—most—wanted you to love them."
"And I do regret hurting them in that way."
"Harmony would have been one of those girls you dated," Buffy mused.
Spike winced. "At one time, probably. She fit the bill of easy and dumb.
However, too clingy."
Buffy was done with the conversation. The jealousy flaring in her at the
mention of her cousin. And she was the one who brought it up! She gently
pushed Spike away and maneuvered herself off the bed.
"What's wrong?" Spike asked, watching her as she slipped off her earrings.
"Nothing," she said, a sight shorter than she'd intended.
"Don't do that female thing Buffy where you say it's nothing when it really
is. What is it?"
"I just –I just got –I should probably call Angel and see what's going on.
Hopefully he got out of there alive and in one piece," and she started for the
phone.
Spike jumped off the bed and darted in front of the phone, grabbing her
wrist. "Don't avoid me. Tell me."
"I got jealous okay? The idea of that piranha all over you . . . Especially
because I knew she wanted to be all over you. It actually kind of makes me
angry at you."
"Why?"
"Because you didn't give the ‘smart girls' a chance. You tossed them aside
for the stupid girls."
"So now you're upset for smart girls everywhere?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed and moved away from Spike, despite his trying to
grab her. "Let me tell you a little secret."
"MORE secrets?"
"Do you want to know or not?" she asked huffily.
"Of course I do. Tell me," and he sat down on the bed waiting patiently.
"I was jealous of Harmony."
"I knew that already," he rolled his eyes. "Because your parents catered to
her and you felt your mom favored her, right?"
Buffy looked down guiltily, kicking imaginary dirt. "No, that's not all of it. I
was jealous of Harmony because she was able to get all the guys and none
of them paid any attention to me. I was the nerd. The geek. The outcast. I
played it off that I didn't care, but I really did. Especially when she started
dating Riley Finn."
"What the hell kind of name is that?"
Buffy looked up at him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Are you jealous
now?"
"Damn straight I am!"
She smiled weakly. "Good. Riley was the star quarterback and he was
incredibly adorable. And nice. Or so I thought anyway. He was the only
‘popular' guy that still talked to me and didn't ask me to ‘tutor' him. He
even waved at me in the halls. I thought maybe I could actually have a
chance with him." She frowned. "Then he started dating Harmony. I had
the pleasure of seeing her drape herself all over him and once she got wind
that I had a thing for him, she flaunted their relationship that much more. I
denied it of course. I never wanted her to know how I felt about anything. I
distanced myself from everyone so they could never hurt me."
Spike stood and took her in his arms tenderly. "He was dumb, Buffy. He
could have had you and he chose Harmful instead. That's like settling for
iron when you could have had gold."
"You're so good to me," she murmured against his shoulder.
"I fooled around with dumb girls, but I fell for a smart girl. And, as you
could see today, so did Jonathan."
Buffy pulled back and looked up at him. "My insecurities just reared their
ugly head. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"Because I'm the one that brought up the whole Harmony thing. I should
have just kept my mouth shut."
"How about we put Harmony and the rest of this day firmly out of our
minds and just concentrate on us hmmm?" he asked, putting his finger
under her chin and guiding her face to his.
She smiled and nodded, leaning up to kiss him. She sighed happily into it
and placed her hands on his chest, reaching for the top button. At the same
time, Spike reached around her and she heard the zipper start to give way.
Their kisses turned passionate and frantic quickly. The lust and raw need
raging inside them. Clothes fell away in a flurry of material and limbs and
they toppled onto the bed on their sides together. Immediately, Buffy
reached for him feeling he was too, too far away. Even when his bare skin
was pressed against hers, it wasn't close enough.
Gliding his fingers up her slit and teasing her clit, Spike lifted her leg over
his hip and shimmied himself closer and positioned himself at her entrance.
In one thrust he was buried inside her and she gasped. Her eyes closed, her
inner muscles fluttering around him as he pulsed inside.
"Look at me," he rasped.
Her eyes flew open and met his intense eyes, navy with lust. Their gazes
remained locked as he pumped inside her and when she gasped "faster,
harder", he complied. Reaching around and grabbing his tight ass, she
pushed him even closer. Grunting, moaning and groaning, they finally
came together, shouting their release and shuddering from the side effects.
He started to roll away and Buffy stopped him.
"Am I crushing you at all, baby?" he asked.
"No. Stay with me."
"Forever, baby," he promised, kissing her so tenderly she wanted to cry.
She held him tight. "I love you Spike. I'm sorry for ever doubting you."
He seemed stunned by that; his eyes full of awe.
She smiled saucily. "You did the Ritz. But you've done Marblehead Inn
with me." Laughing, Spike held her to him, raining kisses all over her face.
"What would I ever do without you?"
"Good thing you'll never have to find out."
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