Chapter 17 – Was it Worth it?
Spike glanced at the door before looking at Buffy, seeing the insecurity in her eyes.
“I… I have to take this call, love,” he said, his brow furrowed. “You understand, right?”
“Do what you have to do,” she murmured, climbing off the bed and walking toward the bathroom.
Flinching when he heard the sound of the bathroom door slam, Spike looked up at the ceiling. “Bollocks,” he muttered.
“Spike! Take the call, man.”
Walking out of the room, Spike shut the door behind him with a soft click. Walking down the stairs, he grabbed the phone out of Gunn’s hand. “What?” he asked, easily slipping into an American accent, not wanting to give himself away.
“You weren’t there. Where the hell were you?”
“I was there,” he said, narrowing his eyes at a distant spot down the hall. “It’s a little hard to return your daughter when you’re planning on having me arrested. That’s not exactly on my agenda tonight.”
“Who said anything about having you arrested?” Hank asked, an innocent tone in his voice.
“Listen to me,” Spike growled. “The next spot will be at a place I choose-”
“No,” Hank replied, his voice lowering to a menacing whisper. “You listen to me. You’re not getting one cent of my money.”
“Need I remind you that we have your daughter?”
Spike felt short of breath when he heard the dial tone beeping in his ear. Staring straight ahead in shock, he felt the urge to truly kill someone for the second time since the plan started. Hanging up the phone, he saw Gunn looking at him expectantly. Not saying anything, he tossed the phone at the other man before turning and walking up the stairs, opening the door to Buffy’s room and nearly slamming it behind him.
Sitting on the edge of the bed for several long minutes, he felt his heart ache, listening to the quiet sobs that she was obviously trying to muffle. He let his head fall into his hands, knowing that he had caused her to cry. He couldn’t tell her what her father had just said, confirming every child’s worst fear.
Taking a deep breath, he stood up, nervously rubbing his palms against his pants. “Plan B,” he muttered, walking toward the bathroom door.
Silently pushing it open, he studied the woman huddled in the corner of the room. Tears burned his eyes as he watched her rock back and forth, her hands pressed against her face. Her nerves were obviously setting her on edge, overwrought from being held captive.
Crossing the room, he knelt in front of her, pulling her into his arms and resuming the rocking motion as he stroked her hair. Feeling her slowly relax against him after a moment, Spike kissed her forehead before moving to her cheeks, silently kissing her tears away until there were none left.
“Was it worth it?” she asked, swallowing hard.
Unsure of whether she was asking about the phone call or the kidnapping in general, Spike shook his head. “No… Not worth it.”
“What happens now?” she asked, leaning against his touch when he began caressing her cheek.
“Plan B,” he murmured, kissing her forehead once again.
“And what’s that?”
Studying her face for a moment, Spike took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m working on it. Are you alright?” he asked after a moment.
“Just stress, I guess,” she whispered, resting her head against him.
“You need rest, love.”
“Stay with me?” she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
Brushing the hair away from her face, Spike gave her a tender smile, letting his thumb gently caress her cheek.
“Come on,” he murmured, hooking one hand under her legs and supporting her as he stood up, carrying her into the bedroom.
Gently laying her on the bed, he crawled in next to her, covering them both with a blanket.
Exhaustedly resting her head against his chest, Buffy let her hand play along his abdomen, raising an eyebrow when his hand soon covered hers. Looking up at him with a questioning gaze, Spike gave her a gentle smile.
“Gettin’ me a little worked up, love,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” she said with a smile.
Loosely holding her hand in his, he brought it to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss to her palm. “Don’t have to. You do a pretty good job of it just by being here.”
Slowly pushing herself away from his chest, Buffy brought her lips to his in a tender kiss, letting her free hand play along his cheek. Pulling away after a moment, she could see the sadness in his gaze.
“Hey,” she murmured, trying to give him a smile. “What’s with that face?”
“It’s nothing,” he whispered, trying to blur out everything around him as he focused on her.
“You’re sure?” she asked, tilting her head in concern.
“I’m sure,” he replied, meeting her lips for another kiss. Letting her lips play over his, Buffy moved to deepen the kiss, pulling away in confusion when she felt Spike gently push her away.
“You need some rest,” he said, trying to control his growing arousal.
“What if I need something else?” she asked with a smirk.
Unable to resist any longer, Spike rolled them over, eagerly kissing her.
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Buffy screamed, dragging her nails across his skin as her orgasm ripped through her.
Thrusting into her, Spike’s body froze as his hips continued to move with hers, feeling as if he exploded inside of her. Gasping for air, he took a few minutes to catch his breath before pulling her closer and rolling them until Buffy was lying on his chest, still breathing heavily.
Brushing the hair away from her forehead, Spike gently kissed her. “Go to sleep,” he said, letting his head fall back on the pillow.
Looking at him with an unreadable expression, Buffy snuggled against his chest, wrapping her arms around him as if she was afraid he was going to disappear. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”
Spike took a deep breath, unsure of whether he would or not. Gently threading his hand through her hair, he continued the movements until he noticed her relaxing against him. “I’m gonna try, baby,” he whispered, feeling her slight nod against his chest as she drifted off to sleep.