Warm

By Sweetprincipale

California has a cold snap and it's freezing in Spike's crypt. Buffy has a fever and she's burning up- not to mention that she's a little bit delirious. But just because you're loopy doesn't mean you're wrong. Maybe if you rub a frozen vampire against a boiling Slayer, both of them will get warm in more ways than one. Takes place amid a Slightly AU Season Five, Joyce is out of hospital and doing fine, Glory's lurking, and Harmony and Riley are already gone. Short, smutty, and funny, I hope you enjoy!

Dedicated to: Brokenblackrose89, Mistress of Dragons, Pentastic, PGoodrichBoggs, Ardynn, Battered Child, Kayana M, David Fishwick, and Starlight Guardian. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

Part VI

Buffy let him bring her to his chest. His lips found hers and blunt teeth broke the skin on her neck in a suckling pull, no punctures, no fangs. He let the rivulets run down into his mouth while her hips spread and widened and ran down on something else.

Oh God. Buffy felt him push her slick walls apart and she fought the urge to sit up. She wanted him in deeper. More. But she needed to keep herself hunched to his lips, her head shielding him from the shower and the scant inches of water that were now fleeing down the drain.

He moaned around the blood in his mouth and brought his pelvis up, sheathing the last two inches in her, feeling her sex split open and leave a wet kiss on his taut sack.

"Yes! Ohhhh, God, yes." Buffy knew he understood her. Didn't even have to talk. Or make sense. Today had not made a lot of sense in the conventional fashion, but it had been pretty damn enlightening, anyway.

His color and strength were returning like magic. And so was hers, no longer chalky, no longer sunburnt, simply her normal beautiful color. Was it the end of the spell outside, or the fact that shared blood had somehow saved them both? He would care later. Later, when she wasn't whimpering in pleasure against his chest, digging her nails into his pectorals and grazing his nipples.

"I love you. Oh, fuck, yes, I love when you let me inside. Love when you let me love you," he snarled out, chest reverberating with a happy, lustful growl.

"I-" She didn't love him. She now knew she loved lots of things about him, many that were new and eye opening. But she did love this. This hot, pounding rhythm that was the only pleasurable heat she had felt all day. "I love this, love doing this with you, Spike. Oh, ohhh-" her eyes suddenly widened as she felt herself losing all thoughts, letting only feelings rule. "Oh shit! Spike!"

"Yeah, Baby," he growled, "so fucking hot."

"No, not like that. Well, yes, also that. But you're warm now."

"And that's bad because?"

Her cheeks flushed. "No. Not bad. I was just thinking about something. Our experiment." That's the one thing I bring up right now? Did I actually ask him if vampire cum was cold? Recall was met with mental shudders of embarrassment. Shouldn't have tried to hold onto the thoughts so hard.

He laughed at her pink-cheeked pout. "I'll go back outside and freeze myself all over again if you want."

"No… I don't want that." She bounced on him harder, pout vanishing. He gasped and arched under her, thrusting back against her.

Strength or not, this wasn't working as much as he wanted. He abruptly changed their positions, sitting on the edge of the tub. Buffy's hands raked the shower curtain away so it didn't stick to his back. She rocked happily astride him. "I like when you're warm. You feel better."

"Thought you craved this big, bendy ice pack?" he teased with his voice, he teased with his hands, fingertips finding nipples and rolling them as she arched.

"I mean, you feel better. You don't hurt. I never…" It was weird. She had hit him reflexively when he couldn't hit back. She had hit him when he was a jerk and annoying, and when he was a deadly, vicious menace. She wished she could take back the ones that he hadn't really deserved. "I hope I never see you hurting again. Ever again."

"Mutual, Pet. But if it's for you… doesn't hurt. I told you that."

"No dice. No more cold Spike."

She was sweet. Blood was sweet, juice was sweet. He could inhale her and the steam made it a thousand times more potent, carried it up and bathed him in the scent. He would live on her delectable juices if he could. Said juices were making her slip against him as she increased her tempo, clinging harder.

This was the real stuff. Wet, messy, losing yourself in the other. Spike made an effort to bring thought to the forefront, telling sensation to give him a moment. "You okay, Buffy?"

She nodded, unspeaking, head coming to rest aside his so he couldn't see her face.

I don't love him. But… I feel really close to him. Superglue close. He saw me at the worst and weakest. He took such good care of me. Even at the point where it would cost him pain. Pain and maybe permanent damage. Right then, she wished love came easy. If only love came as easy as this, the awesome pleasure of pounding up and down on him, feeling him rebound into her, every action reciprocated. Equal. Given back.

Her pussy spasmed and her heart did, too, pounding and pulsing as she suddenly moved back to lock her eyes on his. Her fingers dug gently into the nape of his neck and then clamped down, holding him still between kisses.

The pace picked up to clear the last hurdle, as if she could show instead of tell.

"Spike. Spike, you…"

"I'm gonna make you cum. You're gonna burst me. Do I still get to fill you up, Baby?"

Buffy's eyes fluttered shut, mouth trembling slightly. His jaw was clenched and head thrown back, eyes struggling to stay open.

He smiled when they both opened their eyes at the same time, reconnecting. "Gorgeous girl."

"Gorgeous guy," she breathed.

"Your guy, Slayer. All yours, Buffy."

That did it. The superglue connection went supernova. Mine. Someone to be safe with, to be honest with, and to share with without any crappy expectations. "Yes, yes, mine. All mine. My Spike." Her walls clenched down. He speared them apart, and she thought she would explode from the fullness, of trying to clamp her walls together and relieve the pressure that had built- only to find that the friction pushed her over the edge.

Spike watched her wail. If that wasn't even hotter than watching her fall over the peak as he worked his fingers and mouth against her, he was a blind man. She fucked like she fought. She would try to get the job done quick and move on -and then love it too much. Have to go all out, nothing held back. Full Slayer.

I love this Slayer. Fully. Girl. Warrior. I'm done for, was always done for, the moment I met her.

Her wail was followed by a gasp and a torrent of scalding hot juice that made him pop, like the warm champagne someone else had once teased him with.

"Oh. Ohhh. Oh," Buffy sighed and panted as she rode him down, still hard, juices mingling. We're a mess. A hot, sexy mess. "Shower?"

"We're in one," Spike laughed.

"I'm not getting off you. You're still hard."

"If you stay on me as long as I'm hard, you'll be here 'til doomsday. I'll never get soft watching this show."

"Just 'til doomsday, huh? Hmm. I think we pushed that date back a little. Take me for another ride?"

"Wherever you wanna go, Pet."

It was dark when they got out. Naturally dark. The sun was lowering, and more importantly, they knew the sun was sinking, the leaden gray clouds thinning enough to allow weak rays of light.

The phone had thirty-seven missed calls.

The ice on roads and walkways still looked thick and hard as marble flooring.

"Guess she hasn't drank her potion."

"Speaking of drinks, Giles is probably driving a tank while under the influence," Buffy dialed the phone in her bedroom the second Spike dropped her on the bed.

"Look at you." His cock, temporarily semi-sleepy, roared back to life. Her little pussy was pink and puffy, glistening with juices of his pleasure and hers. The back of her thighs were raw from the marathon they'd put each other through. "Gorgeous. Sweet little slit is all-"

"Giles! Stop sobbing, I didn't die! Spike- don't you dare," Buffy snagged his wrist before he could decide to go places some decidedly unchaste kisses on her pouting nether lips.

"I'm not sobbing!" Giles sobbed with relief. "Well, now I might be- I might be a bit emotional. Harhumph. Did Spike have a hard time reviving you?"

"I did give him a pretty rough time in the bathtub, Giles," Buffy answered honestly, a wicked smirk on her face.

From above her, Spike's face twitched in lascivious amusement. He mouthed, "You are so bad."

She smiled back and hissed, "I know. Twinsies, remember?"

"Twin whats? Why is Spike laughing? Surely there's nothing funny about this!"

"Spike is laughing because he's happy. He's happy I'm alive. And we found out we have a lot in common today."

"He'll call Mom and the girls back. He hasn't been able to get a hold of Anya or Xander, but he's not too worried. Anya hasn't had a spontaneous day off with Xander in a few weeks. They're probably doing what we're doing. All we have to do is wait until the end of this day- which is technically midnight- or until Glory gets thirsty."

"Hm. Hope she's impatient."

"Like you."

I've been good for ten whole minutes." Spike glared pointedly.

"You've been good all day."

"Do I get kisses?"

"You get all the kisses."

He tumbled into bed on top of her and she moaned happily. "You're still nice and warm. I like it."

"You're bloody hot and I love it," he countered, massaging one breast and then running his hand down the length of her torso. "This has been one hell of a day."

"No contest."

He hesitated. " Did you mean all the stuff you said?"

Buffy blushed. "Yeah." Oh crap. Here it comes. The teasing. The comments about what a dirty girl I am. All meant with affection, though, so I don't know how I feel about that. Or, maybe he'll just want to do some things again. She had a quick replay of all the supposedly "dirty" acts she'd done, and none of them felt "bad" with him.

"Right. Well. If I remember rightly, after you save the world, you scarper off to LA or parts unknown for a bit of a break. And you mentioned a vacation somewhere cold. We could do the mountains. You wanna do the mountains? They've got ski places somewhere in California, don't they?"

She sat up, stared, and then swung herself firmly atop him, sitting on his chest with her hands on his shoulders. Her face was a hard mask, voice flat.

"Or not," he swallowed. "I guess you'd like to stay put 'cause-"

"Did you ask if we could go on vacation together?"

"You mentioned vacations!" Spike winced, wishing for a rewind button on his life. She didn't specifically mention it with him and his casual attempt at presumption might have cost him dearly.

"With you. And me. Alone. Somewhere cold. But not supernaturally cold."

"With you. And me. Alone. Yes. But it doesn't have to be-" He never got to finish the sentence. She was kissing him, and then kissing her way down to his chest, eyes dancing back up to his. "What are you-"

"Can I borrow this again?" Her hand wrapped around his erection before her lips did.

Warm suction caressed him with surprising expertise. He informed her in a strangled purr, "You can keep it."

"I can't keep waiting. The sun is down. That's three days' full." Glory paced, eyeing a bubbling concoction in a glowing cup. There was no heat source in it, but it kept going.

"Midnight would be safer."

"Midnight is overkill. I swear, it's losing steam. How long does it keep after she's croaked? Another Slayer'll be called in any minute, you know. We're on multiple deadlines, emphasis on the dead part." The cup had once frothed and churned with raging heat, fires of the Hellmouth being pulled in and burnt out as if stuck in some supernatural vacuum. Around noon, they couldn't even see the chalice through the clouds of steam. Now, it was clearly visible.

"Is it supposed to lose steam?" Jinx hissed to one of the mages in charge of preparations. "How long will the spell remain active once the 'host' is burned out?"

"I don't know. We've never done this. It's human. We've never been with humans before Glorificus entered this realm in Master Ben's form."

"It means it's cooling down! We're crossing the three-day mark in terms of daylight! I'm a day and night kinda girl!" Glory stamped her red stiletto down hard. Below, the stucco ceiling of their stolen mansionette gave way, along with a chandelier.

The mage talked nervously over the almighty crash."There might be other reasons. It may be better to-"

The mage found his lips magically sealed shut. "The only other thing that could be wrong is what? She got better? Not likely, chump. Can I drink it if she's not dead, but dying? Maybe this means she's fading away. I know the feeling. I know what it's like to lose steam." Glory smiled bitterly.

"As long as the infection is in her and you've crossed the three-day mark, which you have," Jinx pointed out cautiously, "it should be safe to consume. She must surely be dead. Or dying." He gave an apologetic grin at the end of his hesitant reassurance.

"Dead or dying. I'll take it. Maybe I can finish her off myself." Glory's fingers closed around the cup. "The only way she could get better would be if she found a demon willing to give her his blood. Not just taken, but willingly bathed her in it. Right? Wasn't that it?"

"That wasn't in the original spell, but I tweaked it. I thought it added an extra measure of security, considering who the Slayer is. Not a single demon in this town would be willing to aid who hunts them. What evil being would be willing to surrender his very life force to the Slayer?" The room rang with laughter, excitement in every glassy black eye. The moment approached, home was on the horizon.

"Okay. Let's do this. You know what they say," Glory gave a deep sigh. "Over the lips, past the gums, look out, world, here she comes," Glory whispered into the smoking depths, and brought the dark, swirling liquid to her lips, not wincing as the scalding fluid cascaded down her throat.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Spike gathered Buffy protectively to him as rolling thunder shook the houses on Revello Drive to their foundations. Car alarms blared, lights flickered, digital clocks suddenly flashed twelve, though midnight was still hours away.

They sat up together, bodies flushed, limbs tangled in time to see heat lightning arc across the sky, followed by torrential rain coming from clouds that seemed angrily torn asunder. Buffy rolled from his arms and seized his hand to pull him with her to the window. She grunted and fought against the momentary sticking of a frozen pane, then stuck her arm out. "It's warm. It's warm, Spike, it's like a summer rainstorm."

"She drank. She had to have drank it! You were healed, so she drank the condemnation unto herself, as the old ones say. When she offed it, her hold vanished, too. No more ice queen. No more supernatural winter."

"Like that one about the tiger in the closet," Buffy murmured dreamily, drawing her wet arm in and shutting the window softly.

"What?" Spike looked at her in bewilderment. It was getting to be a habit.

She rolled her eyes impatiently. "The evil queen died and then it wasn't winter any more!" Buffy turned to him peevishly. "I had to read it for sixth-grade summer reading. It's an English author, too. You should know him."

"Oh, I do, Luv. It was a lion. In a wardrobe."

"Oh, yeah. Same thing." She complacently tugged him back to bed.

"It isn't." He kissed raindrops off her skin with a sigh.

"Close enough." She snuggled down and he snuggled in behind her.

Only to get elbowed in the ribs and pushed off as she sat up, fanning herself. "It's hot in here. Spike, it's really getting hot in here."

He looked at her nude body. "Been hot in here for hours, Baby." A single dark brow arched and his fingers flexed as he reached for her.

"The heater. The heater was running full blast. It must be ninety in here all of the sudden. It's warm outside." She made her way back to the window. He followed with a groan.

In the street, rivers ran, melted ice mingled with punishing rain. "Mom won't drive home in this," Buffy whispered.

"I hope not, might float off into the ruddy Pacific. You want me to clear off just in case?"

"No!" She turned to him and latched onto his fingers with her own. "Stay- at least until the sun starts to come up?"

"I'll do that."

She shifted her hair off her neck. "We never finished talking about that vacation."

Spike's eyes lit up. "Ski resort. D'you ski?"

"No."

"Good. I don't, either. I don't fancy bein' a pillar of flame on the mountains. Have religious types out in droves, muckin through my ashes."

Even though her first thought was to laugh, the idea of finding Spike's ashes against a frozen backdrop was too painful to consider, even in jest. "Don't talk like that," Buffy hissed, stepping further into his embrace. "Don't talk like that. About you not being here."

"Right. Right, I'll be here for a long time, Luv. A very long time. Anytime you need me."

Buffy nodded briskly. "Good. So. Yeah. It'll be fun. The ski place."

"We can go out at night. See the stars twinklin' against the snow, moonlight on unsullied hills. The kiss of sunset painting a-" crimson and orange bouquet on the- oh fucking hell. Stop. Spike cursed out the sneaking bastard poet that he'd never managed to shake and regarded his bedfellow. She smiled, eyes wide and fairly starry themselves. "Yeah. We could see all that sort of rubbish."

"And in the daytime?"

"Gotta have something to do inside the lodge." He thought of billiard rooms and big screen televisions, bars covered in wood, sweaters, antlers, and people with toothpaste commercial smiles draping themselves about with hot toddies in hand.

"We'd stay overnight. At the lodge?" Buffy asked slowly.

"Not much of a vacation if you don't stop for at least one night. Bet they have a-"

"They have rooms with fireplaces in them. People wear sweaters. Parkas. Furry hats."

Spike chuckled. "I'll avoid the furry hat, thanks."

She ran her fingers up his arm, tips dancing their way past his elbow and kneading his shoulder where they stopped. "I'll get too hot. Slayer during the day. All cooped up. Slayer metabolism..."

"Mmhm." He met her smile with a smirk. "An' all that walkin' about in the snow at night… Well, you saw how it takes it outta me."

"You'll be so cold. You could cool me off?"

"You'll warm me up?"

Buffy swallowed and nodded."I'd love to.. For a very long time. Anytime you need me."

"Kiss on it?" He leaned toward her lips.

"Put it in writing." She pulled him back on top of her while one hand danced clumsily on her nightstand, feeling for a pen.

The End

Thank you again to all the awesome readers! If you like erotica, I recently wrote a new short erotica piece, Vampire in Vegas by S.C. Principale, and the next one Vampire in Vegas:Quartet, is coming out on March 1st, 2020. Both are still sweet, but go into more smutty territory than I usually do here. I'd love it if you guys give it a try! (Free on Amazon Kindle Unlimited, cheap otherwise. Many thanks if you read along!)