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Fic: A Love Thing. Prt 1/1

TITLE : A Love Thing
AUTHOR: bohofemm
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
PAIRING: Spike/Xander.
GENRE : Slash
TABLE: B
PROMPT: 039. Trust
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 556 words
SUMMARY: Xander explains to Buffy just why he lets Spike feed off him.
WARNINGS: None.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.


“Xan. Why do you have bite marks on your shoulder?” Buffy pulled my shirt down. “Who’s hurting you?” Her eyes flashed to worry. Probably thinking I was getting off on it, ala Riley. “We can get you help if you need it.” Yep. Definitely thinking of Riley.

“Buff. These are Vampire bites. Don’t send for the slayers yet.” I sighed. “I let Spike feed off me during sex.” She grimaced.

“Ew. Mental image I don’t need.” I laughed. I knew Spike wouldn’t take enough to physically hurt me, and I enjoyed nourishing him.

“Well. Didn’t want to think I was Riley.” I murmured. She eased her hand over my bites.

“Does that hurt?” she asked. I shook my head. “It’s becoming real.”

“Real?”

“When you told me you were with Spike, it didn’t seem real. You hated him.” she said. I smiled.

“Not anymore.” I murmured. “I love him. Even when he’s being, well, Spike.” Buffy smirked.

“Why do you let him feed off you?” she asked, still lightly fingering the bite marks.

How could I explain how much I loved him? The way I trusted him?

Spike was my everything. We managed to live happily, despite the fact we drove each other crazy. I cooked. He cleaned. We cuddled, watching the news. It was happy existence, albeit a less than peaceful one.

“Honestly?” I said. She nodded. “I love him. Warm fresh blood every now and then helps him stay healthy. Plus it’s something only I can do for him. Not like he wants to feed off a random stranger and it strengthens our bond. We have rules for it, and the only time he’s willing to do it is during our intimate time.” I know I’m rambling but I’m not quite sure how much she wants to hear. “Really. It’s just a love thing.”

A Love thing.
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Later that night, I rest my head on Spike’s chest, as I come down from my climax. I am completely at ease. Relaxed. Calm. Happy.

“You mind?” I love how polite he is, just before feeding. He knows I don’t mind, and yet, he asks me every time.

“Go for it.” I murmur, exposing my shoulder. I move closer to him. As he rests his head on my shoulder, he grips me around the waist. When he feeds, he prefers to grip me by the waist. I’m not sure if this is a safety thing for me, or a comfort thing for him. Either way, I love the closeness.

He morphs into game face. Usually, I reach out and touch, because I so rarely see him like this. Tonight, I am comfortable like this. I love the closeness. The Comfort.

As he bites my shoulder, I wince. It burns at first but after a few seconds, it goes numb. He laps a little, and then, sucks deeply. I stifle a yawn. Not exactly bored, but tired.

“Almost done.” he whispers. “Almost done.” I nod. “Thank you.” That’s the other sweet thing. He thanks me after every feed. He takes a final mouthful, and pulls his mouth off my shoulder. I snuggle closer. He’s pleasantly warm from the blood. Plus he knows how to hold me to make me feel safe. “Love you, Pet.”

“Love you too.” I murmur, drifting to sleep in his arms.
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