Buffy walked through the house and to the back porch. Spike as already there, smoking a cigarette.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Spike asked.
Spike looked over at her. “Not at all. You okay?”
Buffy shivered and sat on the top step. “No, I’m a wreck,” she said.
Spike put his cigarette out and sat next to her. “Not your fault, you know,” he said.
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and peered into the darkness. “Spike, I saw him throw you after you went crazy when he…” She trailed off.
“When he punched you half way across the room?” Spike asked, looking at her.
“Yeah,” she said, softly.
Spike lifted his hand and pulled her face toward him.. He looked at the bruise on her yes.
Buffy smiled and leaned into his touch. “I’m okay,” she said.
“Are you sure? You look tired,” Spike said, pushing her hair out of her face.
Buffy looked down. “I guess,’ she said.
Spike frowned and tentatively pulled her into his arms.
Buffy slouched against him and wrapped her arm around his waist.
Spike ran his hand up and down her back as he rested his head on hers. “You should go up to bed,” he said.
“I’m comfy now,” she mumbled.
Spike smiled. “Come on, Pet. You can fall asleep in your own bed,” eh said, scooping her up in his arms.
Buffy whimpered when a bruise inflamed on her back. Spike looked down at her with worry. “Did I hurt you?” He asked.
“My back hurts,” Buffy said.
Spike went in and climbed the stairs. He laid her in her bed carefully and sat next to her. ‘Do you want me to look?”
Buffy nodded and gently took off her jacket and shirt. She laid on her stomach and Spike unclasped her bra and took it off.
He frowned at the mass of bruises that covered her back. “Oh, pet,” he whispered.
“How bad is it?” Buffy asked.
“A lot worse then you think,” Spike said, going to the bathroom. He came back with some ICY/HOT. “I’m just gunna rub some of this on your back. Let me know if I hurt you.”
“K,” Buffy mumbled, as she relaxed on the bed.
Spike took off his duster and began rubbing her back. He smiled as she gave soft sighs of pleasure. “Is this helping?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Buffy whispered.
A few hours later, Spike had lulled Buffy into sleep. He brought the blanket up to her shoulders and kissed her temple. “Goodnight Pet,” he whispered
Buffy murmured something as Spike
quietly left the room.
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