Haunted

For: :cyberwitch13666
Rating: NC-17
Request: Haunted house

Response: With so much free rein, I went with a tasty Season 6 ficlet, somewhere in the Gone/Dead Things area. Buffy and Spike are on patrol and encounter, yes, a haunted house.

“Aww, crap.” Buffy screeches to a halt and Spike just barely manages not to crash into and flatten her.

“What the hell, Slayer?! Why’d you stop? He went in right through that window!” Spike points to the open window into which the vampire they were chasing just escaped. “Let’s go!”

Spike runs forward a few steps, but quickly realizes he is alone. He looks back to find Buffy nibbling her bottom lip and trying to avoid making eye contact. “Umm, yeah. I saw.”

Frowning, Spike comes back to stand in front of Buffy. “And? Are we giving him a head start or something? Is this a new Slayer challenge for you?”

Buffy pushes her foot around in the dirt and continues to avoid looking at Spike. “No, it’s just...well, it’s just one vamp. How much harm could he do? Let’s just go back into the cemetery and see what else...” She turns to head back through the cemetery gates but Spike stops her with a hand on her arm.

“Come on, Buffy. What’s going on?”

She sighs before answering. “Don’t you know about that house?” Buffy gestures at the dilapidated structure behind them.

Spike turns to look at the old clapboard home more closely. Clearly, it’s been deserted for many years and is in a state of disrepair. All of a sudden, a look of realization crosses his face. And he starts to laugh.

Buffy frowns as he continues to laugh. She spins on her heel and starts to stomp back into the cemetery, away from both him and the house. Recovering quickly, Spike darts in front of her, blocking her path.
“Oh come on, pet! Even you have to admit this is funny. The mighty Slayer, who faces evil every night of the week and twice on Sundays, is afraid of a haunted house? An alleged haunted house, at that?”

Buffy crosses her arms on her chest and scowls up at Spike. “It’s definitely haunted, Spike. I’ve...heard things. And...and...everyone says so!”

Spike smiles, but resists laughing. “But still, love, you’re the Slayer! Even if there are actual ghosts in there, so what? They can’t hurt you.”

Buffy frowns. “Sure they could. They could...throw things at me.” Spike gives her a look and she caves. “Okay, fine. Probably not. But it’s just...a thing with me. Once you’ve seen some of the things that go bump in the night, the ones you can’t see freak you out. At least they do me. I’m happier with something I can punch.” Buffy smiles. “Like you!”

“Ha ha, love. Well, I’m going to stake that vamp.” Spike points toward the dark house with the stake in his hand. “I’ll meet you out here when I get done.” Without waiting for a response, Spike jogs toward the house.

Buffy stares after him, trying to decide if he is really going to just leave her and go into the creepy house. When he starts to crawl through the window, she breaks into a run. “Coming!” His back to her, she never sees him smile.

Buffy tumbles into the house behind Spike, landing on the dirty floorboards with a crash.
“Very stealthy, pet. I’m sure the vamp won’t know we’re coming now.” Spike rolls his eyes as Buffy gets to her feet.

“Listen. I didn’t want to come in here in the first place. Let’s just get it over with.” Buffy heads off ahead of Spike, eyes darting around and bracing for a ghostly encounter.

Twenty minutes later...

Buffy flops down on an old velvet couch with a sigh. A poof of dust rises up around her, which starts her coughing. Spike stands in front of her, looking down at the disheveled Slayer. “So, not only have we not found the stupid vampire in here, no ghosts either!”

“Aren’t you happy about that second part, pet?”

“Well, yes, but I’d rather have been scar - I mean, concerned - about something that actually existed!” As if on cue, a loud thump resounds from above them. Buffy makes a small squeak. “Um. That sounds like an awfully big rat, huh? We should get out of here....can get a disease from rats. And they’re dirty and all.”

“Don’t you think that might be our little vamp friend?” Spike smiles down at her.

Standing up and brushing herself off, Buffy lifts her chin high. “Maybe. Let’s go...check.” She heads upstairs with Spike very close behind her, giving her rear view some study. As they reach the top of the stairs, he can’t resist anymore and reaches to grab her butt.

“AAAGHGGGHHH!!!” Buffy screams, spinning around with her stake at the ready.

“Whoa!!” Spike jumps back and starts to fall backwards down the stairs. Recovering quickly, Buffy grabs him by the front of his shirt and yanks him towards her. With a crash, they land on an old Oriental rug, Spike on top of Buffy.

Spike recovers his voice first. “Well, this turned out okay.” He grins at Buffy, who narrows her eyes.

“Did you grab my butt?”

“Yes.”

“So, it wasn’t a ghost?”

“No.”

“Why did you do that?!”

“Have you seen your arse, pet?”

Buffy’s mouth opens but no sound comes out. After a few seconds, she starts to laugh. Spike joins her. Buffy gently pushes Spike off her and stands up. Craning her neck, she tries to catch a glimpse of her rear end. “This one? It made you lose control of your hand?”

Getting to his feet, Spike prowls around her, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. He tilts his head, giving her bum the once over. “That’s right, love. And maybe not just my hand, eh?”

Buffy turns in a circle, following his movements. “And to think I was worried about silly old ghosts. There’s someone much more...dangerous in this house.” Buffy bites her bottom lip, locking her eyes with his. “Is that right, Spike? Are you that someone? Still bad?”

His voice drops along with his head, so that Spike looks up at Buffy from beneath his eyebrows. In a blur of black leather, he has her body pinned against the wall with his own. “You know that I am, pet.”

She presses closer, rolling her body against his. Spike’s hands drag down her chest, lightly brushing over her breasts on their way to holding her hips tightly. Buffy leans in, brushing her lips against Spike’s neck, moving up to his ear. Teeth bared, she sharply nibs one of his earlobes. “Show me.”

Before Buffy can really react, Spike has his hands working her pants down lower and lower. And then, he gives her a quick kiss, a nibble on her bottom lip and he is gone. Down her body, mouth kissing her bare neck, then tonguing her left nipple through her shirt. Buffy moans, stretches her body, bending to his actions. He lefts the bottom of her shirt to work his tongue into her belly button, eliciting a soft laugh. His hands moving at will over her form, slide down to take a tight grip on her butt.

He looks up at her from his knees. “See, love? Can’t keep my hands off it.” Buffy tries to answer but her words are caught up in a strangled half-moan, half-scream as Spike’s tongue finds its way to new and exciting places. Not to mention the fact that an unusually large rat has just scampered across the floor behind him.