The next day, Dawn went to visit Spike.
She jumped to the lower level, after much practice and slid into the bed next to him. She could see the tear tracks on his face and grew angrier at her sister. She lifted his arm and pulled it over her waist.
Spike spooned against her back and nuzzled her neck. “Nibblet?” He whispered.
“Shhh,” Dawn said, soothingly. “Go back to sleep and don’t worry about Buffy.”
Spike snuggled deeper into her and sighed. “Love you,” he said.
“I love you too,” Dawn said, falling asleep.
Buffy went home and winced as her sore muscles acted up. She limped to the kitchen and listened for signs of life. “Dawn?” She called.
When no one answered she left the house and went toward Spike’s crypt.
She pushed open the door and looked around. “Spike?” She asked, going toward the lower level. She jumped down and stopped short when she saw Spike sleeping in Dawn’s arms.
Spike inhaled unnecessarily and turned on his back.
Dawn mumbled something unintelligent and turned over as well. She flung her arm over Spike’s waist and settled back down.
Buffy silently crept to the other side of the bed and sat next to Spike. She framed his face and kissed him softly.
Spike jerked awake and gently pushed her away. “What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Dawn was missing and I was hoping I could talk to you,” Buffy said, softly. “Before you push me away can we go upstairs?”
Spike looked at Dawn’s sleeping face and nodded.
Buffy got off the bed and Spike followed her upstairs.
Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and looked at Spike. “They’re gunna take Dawn away,” she said, softly. “That’s why I do what I do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Spike asked. “I could’ve helped.”
“I don’t want you to steal from people for me,” Buffy said.
“Shows how much you know,” Spike said, going to the fridge. “I have a savings account worth millions. Most of it is put away for Dawn when she goes to college.”
“Spike, I cant take your money,” Buffy said, softly. “I’d have know way of paying you back.”
Spike turned to look at her. “Why do you think you have to give me anything?” He asked. “I would do anything for you and Dawn. You know that.”
Buffy ran her hands over her face. “I know,” she whispered.
Spike went over and lifted her gaze. “Buffy?”
Tears welled in Buffy’s eyes. “My dad’s trying to get custody of Dawn,” she whispered.
Spike pulled Buffy into his arms and hugged her tightly. Dawn had told him stories about her dad and how miserable she used to be.
Buffy when limp against him and sobbed. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, against his neck.
“Shhh,” Spike said, rocking her back and forth. “It’s going to be okay.”
“How?” Buffy asked.
“I’ll take care of it,” Spike said. “I’ll take care of everything.”
Buffy sighed and pulled out of his arms.
“What’s wrong?” Spike asked, softly.
“Sore,” Buffy admitted.
“What happened?” Spike asked, reaching for her.
“Got knocked around a little bit,” she said.
“Are you gunna stop working there?” Spike asked, hopefully.
Buffy looked into his eyes and saw the love in them and she nodded.
Spike smiled and kissed her forehead. “Good” he said. “You don’t need to go through that.”
Despite how sore she was, she slid her arms around his neck.
Spike kissed her neck and pulled back a little. “Lets grab the Nibblet and get home. I wanna take a look at where you hurt.”
Buffy smiled a little as he went downstairs.
Spike carried a sleeping Dawn into the house and tucked her in.
He went to Buffy’s room and found her trying to get her tight clothes off. “Need help?”
Buffy nodded.
Spike unzipped her top and pulled it off of her. “Oh, pet,” he said, softly, as he ran his hands over her back.
Buffy covered her breasts with her arms and sighed at the coolness of his touch. “Is it bad?”
“Yeah,” Spike said, his hand moving to the waist band of her leather pants. “Do you trust me?”
Buffy nodded. “Yeah,” she whispered.
Spike undid her pants and slid them down her legs.
Buffy winced as she lifted her feet out of them. “God, that hurt,” she said, softly.
Spike ran his hands up her legs and stroked her hips. “you need to get some sleep,” he said.
“Does that require moving?” She asked.
Spike’s eyes met hers. “I can carry you to bed and then help you with your sore muscles,” he said.
Buffy smiled. “That sounds good,” she whispered.
Spike scooped her up and gently laid her on the bed. He ran his hands over her and paused on her hips.
Buffy closed her eyes and bit her lip.
“What in the world did they do to you?” He asked, looking at her bruises.
Tears slid out of Buffy’s eyes. “I don’t really wanna talk about it,” she whispered.
Spike leaned forward and kissed her hip softly. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “You don’t have to.”
Buffy trembled underneath him. “It hurts so bad, Spike,” she whimpered.
Spike kissed her hips again and worked his way up to her face. He kissed her cheek then her forehead. “What do you need?” He asked, looking down at her.
Buffy raised her arms and slid them around his neck. “I just need you,” she whispered.
Spike noticed the fear in her eyes and kissed her gently. “I’m here,” he said.
Buffy sniffled. “But you almost went away,” she whimpered.
Spike gently unlatched her arms so he could take off his boots.
Buffy shivered as he took off his clothes and slid in beside her.
Spike pulled the covers over them and kissed her forehead. “Try to get some sleep,” he whispered.
Buffy snuggled into him and closed her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Don’t worry about it,” Spike said, sliding an arm over her waist. “I love you.”
Buffy sighed and relaxed. “I know,” she said, sleepily.
Spike began to purr softly and lulled her to sleep shortly after.
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