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Bored Series - Temporary Exile -- by Ruby
Rating: NC-17
Description: Buffy mopes. Spike and Willow don't, sequel to Taken Away.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. I own nothing. Never have. Never will.
Buffy sat in depressed silence. Xander fidgeted uncomfortably across the library table, and Oz stared, with unseeing eyes, into space.
"I can't understand why you didn't come to me," Giles spoke from the door of his office.
"There wasn't time," Buffy sighed. "Everything was happening so fast."
"For all of you? Xander? Oz? Damn it all! I could have helped!" the watcher was as stunned as the young people before him, and he was struggling to maintain his composure.
Buffy recognized his anger for what it was, a means of releasing the horrified frustration at having lost one of their own. She shifted in her chair and looked up at him. He softened at the sadness in her eyes.
"I failed her," she whispered.
Giles placed a hand on her shoulder, "You tried, Buffy. It isn't your fault she wouldn't listen. What I don't understand is why Spike is so determined to have Willow."
"Maybe his electric blanket shorted out, and he needed a new bed warmer," Xander spoke.
Oz looked daggers at him.
"I'm sorry," Xander said. "But what the hell is she thinking? She knows what Spike is!"
"Which only makes this all the more puzzling," Giles responded.
"Angel is keeping his ear to the ground," Buffy told him. "They can't have gotten far last night. They would have to have stopped before sunrise."
"I imagine so," Giles agreed.
"So what do we do?" Oz shook himself from his dazed silence. "Sit around and wait?"
"There's little else we can do at the moment. I've contacted the council, and they've got feelers out. I'm sure we'll hear something soon, either from them or Angel."
Giles hopeful comment did nothing to lift anyone's spirits.
Spike watched his little redhead sleeping beside him. He was mildly frustrated at having to flee Sunnydale. It hadn't been part of his plan.
His thoughts drifted as Willow breathed softly on his shoulder. How was it she had come to mean so much to him so quickly? Her fire and innocence had been the initial attraction for him. The certain knowledge that fucking chaste little Willow would turn the slayer inside out had been a definite bonus. And that was precisely what this was to have been--fuck Willow; screw over the slayer; leave Willow. But he'd realized the other night in her bed, as she lay sleeping against his still heart, that his original plan had been shot to hell. There was no way he wanted out.
"So, what now?" Spike asked himself. He wanted to get back to Sunnydale. Willow belonged there. Hell, he belonged there. And truth be told, he actually enjoyed warring against the slayer and her wretched vampire. Countless opportunities to rub their noses in his relationship with Willow appealed to his sadistic mind. And when he eventually, inevitably, turned his lover and claimed her as his princess, the slayer would be rattled to her soul. Spike laughed softly at the thought.Willow stirred beside him, and he pulled her warm body close and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her arms around him.
"The sun will be setting soon," Spike shook himself from his former musings. "Hungry, pet?"
"Starving," she admitted.
"Let's satisfy one appetite first. Then we'll work on the other," he suggested as he moved on top of her and nestled a finger in the soft flesh of her pussy.
"Sounds reasonable," she sighed as she raised one knee, ran her palm down his back to rest on his tight ass, and gripped him hard.
A growl rumbled in his throat, and he brushed her hair aside and nuzzled her neck as he buried his throbbing cock inside her. All thoughts of Sunnydale and the slayer vanised from his mind as his senses were overcome by the scent of the woman beneath him and the feel of her hot channel gripping his cold shaft in unashamed lust.
Their bodies moved together seeking the release they each needed. Neither the vampire nor his lady could foresee the coming events that would drag them back to the Hellmouth.
The End
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