Spike woke up and made his way up stairs. He leaned against the counter as pain lanced through his body.
Buffy saw him and ran over to him. "Spike?" She asked.
Spike looked at Buffy and saw the worry in her eyes. "I'm okay," he said.
"Can you go patrolling with me? I wanna see if you can handle a patrol before we train with the girls," Buffy said.
"I should be able to," Spike said, straightening up.
Buffy smiled. "Let's go," she said.
On patrol, Buffy and Spike came across a demon and about 5 vamps.
The demon immediately attacked Spike and he was barely holding his own.
"Spike!!" Buffy screamed as the demon threw Spike into a crypt.
Spike tried to get up but then the demon kicked him in the ribs.
Buffy staked the rest of the vampires and ran over to the demon. She snapped it's neck and crouched next to Spike. "Spike?"
Spike wasn't responding so Buffy assumed he was knocked unconscious.
Buffy sat down in the grass and pulled Spike's head into her lap. "Spike? Come on Spike, wake up," she said, running her fingers through his hair.
After a minute, Spike's eyes fluttered opened. "Buffy?"
"Are you okay?" Buffy asked.
Spike rolled off her and pushed himself to his feet. He held out his hand and helped Buffy to her feet. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said.
"Are you sure?" Buffy asked, her hands going to them of his shirt.
Spike put his hands over hers. "I'm okay," he said, softly.
Buffy turned her hand and gave his a gentle squeeze. "Okay," she said and they began walking again.
After a few more hours, they went home.
On the front porch Buffy paused and looked at Spike. "Are you sure you okay? Cuz you can tell me if you're not," she said.
"Buffy..." Spike sighed.
"Spike, please, if your in pain, you can tell me," she said, softly.
"I don't wanna worry you," Spike said.
"You're worrying me by not telling me. I know you're hurt. I can see it every time I look at you. Please let me help you," Buffy pleaded softly.
Spike bowed his head. "Everything hurts," he muttered.
Buffy went over to him and lifted his chin. "What's wrong with not telling me?"
"Didn't wanna worry you," Spike said, sadly.
"Spike, it's okay to worry me. I can take care of you," Buffy said, her hands on his cheeks.
"You already have to much to worry about. I'll heal," Spike said.
Buffy smiled a little. "Come on. Let's get you upstairs and I'll look at your wounds," she said, pulling him inside.
"Buffy," Spike said, once they were in her room.
Buffy placed a finger over his lips. "Spike, I care about you and I wanna take care of you. So take off your shirt and lay down on my bed," She said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Spike did as he was told and carefully eased on to the bed.
Buffy came back in and grimaced at Spike's chest. She sat next to him and gently ran her fingers over his chest. "Why didn't you tell me it was this be?" She whispered, opening the first aid kit.
"I was gunna see if I could heal on my own before I bothered anybody," Spike said, softly.
"Are you healing at all?" Buffy asked.
"Not as fast as you would like. The sight of blood is making me really sick," Spike said, as Buffy felt his ribs.
Buffy helped Spike sit up and moved behind him. She carefully taped his ribs. "Spike, if I let you drink some of me, will it make you sick?" She asked, against his shoulder.
"I don't think so, but I'm not drinking from you," Spike said.
"Spike please? I want you to get better. I need you to get better," she whispered.
"And I will but your blood isn't the way. Just give me time," he said.
"Spike I trust you. Please? If pigs blood is making you sick, we have to try something else. Please?" Buffy whispered, kissing his shoulder.
Spike turning his head to look at her. "Buffy, what if I don't stop?"
"You will," Buffy said, shifting in front of him. She straddled his lap and pushed her hair off her shoulder. She pulled his mouth to her throat and coaxed him to lay down.
Spike relaxed beneath her and kissed her thrroat. He pulled back a little. "Are you sure?"
Buffy nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. If you don't stop, I'll pull you away," she said, bringing his mouth to her throat again.
Spike kissed her throat tenderly and was surprised at how relaxed she was. He brought his demon forth and gently sunk his fangs into her flesh. He pulled them out of her and his tounge gently probed the blood out of the two holes.
Buffy ran her fingers through his hair as he fed.
After Spike knew he took enough, he ran his tounge over the holes, closing them.
Buffy pushed herself up and smiled at him. Other then slightly glazed eyes, she was fine and Spike was healing faster.
Spike pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Are you okay?" He asked.
Buffy nodded and touched his chest. "How bout you?"
''I'm fine," Spike said, suddenly realizing where she was. "I should go downstairs.
"Why?" Buffy asked, confused. She saw the guilty look in his eyes as realized what he was talking about. "Spike, we're past that," she said, winding her arms around his neck.
"Buffy, how can we just get past it?" He whispered.
"Do you trust me?" Buffy asked.
"Yes," Spike whispered.
"Do you love me?" Buffy asked, softly.
"Yes," Spike said. "Never stop."
"Then that's how we get past it," Buffy said, kissing him softly.
Spike laid down and deepened their kiss. "Buffy," he whispered against her lips.
"Shh," Buffy said. "Lets just get some sleep," she said, rolling off of him.
She laid on her back and pulled Spike against her.
Spike settled next to her and rested his head against her heart. "I love you, Buffy," he whispered.
"I know,'' Buffy said.
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