minutes after she'd switched on the television, Buffy was ready to put her foot through it.
Hundred different channels...not
one thing worth watching...
She didn't have a lot of time for watching these days, but it seemed as though television
had become a vast and arid wasteland of stupid game shows that made a point of insulting the contestants, reality shows that
had no basis in any reality she'd ever heard of, and sitcoms so painfully un-funny that even the canned laughter was weak.
"Networks," she grumbled. "Who's running 'em anyway? Demons trying to just bore us into uncon..un...to death and take
over the world, I bet. Oughta go down an sssllaayyy every one of 'em."
The picture jumped from one station to the
next as she applied kept her thumb on the channel select button.
"Not even a good movie on," she continued bitching.
"Cable costs an arm and both legs...and they can't show one halfway decent...whoa! "
She stopped speed dialing channels
when she came across a close up of a woman's face as her mouth traced a slow path down the front of a very nicely developed
"Here we go!" she said gleefully, settling deeper into the sofa cushions to see just how nasty this movie
would turn out to be.
After a few minutes, it became clear that it was your plain old, everyday, soft core porn. The
kind that had lots of naked women frolicking about, while the men were only shown naked from behind, or from the waist up.
Every time the action on screen got really intense, the camera zoomed in on faces contorted with either incredible
pleasure or agonizing indigestion.
"This isn't fair," Buffy informed the television. "Hows come you only show the
girly naughty parts? Didju forget about the other half of the poppy..popala..the REST of us?" she demanded. " S'crimination
is what THAT is!"
She wasn't interested in looking at body parts she already owned.
Still, in spite of the
lame dialogue, bad acting, and cheesy music, she was finding the movie more than a little...stimulating.
acrobatics were really impressive.
These people were getting into positions that looked highly uncomfortable and difficult
to maintain, and they were doing it with an enthusiastic chorus of moaning and groaning, followed by outright squealing whenever
one of them crossed their personal finish line.
"Hey, cute guy!" The man onscreen had short blond hair, a face that
was very easy on the eyes and, if the expression on his partner's face was any indication, must be hung like a goddamn racehorse.
The women currently riding this stud had medium blondish hair hanging halfway to her waist, and was endowed to a degree
that made Buffy feel completely inadequate.
This babe was so top heavy that she had to keep her hands cupped over
her own breasts as she bounced up and down...no doubt to keep from blackening both her eyes.
As the scene went on,
the actors changed positions so many times that Buffy lost track of who was doing what to who.
At one point, the man
rolled over and assumed the position favored by missionaries all over the world. He kept his face hidden against the side
of the woman's neck, and all Buffy could see of him was the back of his blonde head and his wildly copulating ass.
the performance go through its paces, she began to notice that the man and woman onscreen had a familiar look about them.
The guy sort of looked like...well, if she squinted real hard...Spike. The woman, as long as she kept her back to
the camera, could have passed for herself.
"Holy cow!" What a visual!
She couldn't get it out of her head.
The harder she tried to follow the action onscreen, the further her mind wandered, until she was off in deep left
field, picking daisies.
Her imagination took off at full throttle, working hard to present her with her own private
little movie, playing in her own dirty little mind.
Deciding that she couldn't give her undivided attention to both
things at once, she abandoned the televised porn in favor of the porn in her head.
Closing her eyes, she saw herself
and the vampire she was falling in love with, lying together in a monstrous four poster bed, the kind with all the trimmings,
like a swooping canopy, and silk sheets, and soft feather...
"WHAT?!" Her eyes flew open as she shot up into a sitting
Falling in love with? FALLING IN LOVE WITH?!
Her head was spinning like a roulette wheel, forcing
her to lie down again.
Oh, no...no you don't...there is no falling being done! I can't play the Vampire Dating Game
again...it's too damn much work...
But no matter how hard she tried, how firmly she denied them access, how brutally
she beat them up, the images in her brain wouldn't go away and leave her alone. They just kept creeping in when she was unprepared
"Oh, geez," she groaned. "I don't need this. I swear to God, I do NOT need THIS."
She rubbed her eyes with her clenched fists.
"I've gotta find a regular guy. There must be some out there...I
only need one."
Maybe, if she hung a sign in the window: Wanted...regular, normal, everyday sort of guy for fun and
frequent sexual encounters. No supernatural beings need apply...especially vampires. Inquire within...
Who am I kidding?
Regular guys don't work for me either...
She didn't have the time or the inclination to deal with all the emotional
baggage that came along with a 'regular' guy, and the regular guys out there sure as hell couldn't handle her own set of luggage.
Spike's not regular...
Spike was a lot of things. Smart mouthed, brash, usually
lacking in common sense, and hot tempered.
But, he was funny and insightful, with a depth of intelligence that he
didn't often get credited for.
He was also as loyal as an old dog to the people he cared about, and Buffy knew that
her name, and Dawn's, were at the top of that particular list.
And he was honest and upfront with his feelings and
his opinions, whether you wanted him to be or not.
Like it or lump it, Spike didn't bullshit you or tell you what
you wanted to hear. His philosophy was rooted in the "tell it like it really is, bloody well deal with it, and get on with
your fucking life!" school of thought.
And, of course, he was amazingly good looking, very well built, and sexy down
to the marrow of his bones. A big, BIG plus for any guy!
Yes, Spike was all these things and more, but he was in no
way regular, common, ordinary, garden variety, or run of the mill.
"Oh, all RIGHT" she whined. "Think about him that
way..drive yourself nuts. Juss don't come crying to me when you end up in the nuthouse!"
As though it had been peeking
around the corner, waiting for the opportunity, that big, beautiful bed reappeared in her mind.
Only problem was....she
seemed to be alone in it.
"What the hell?"
Off to one side of her mind picture, a door opened and her dream
guy stepped into the scene.
"Thass more like it!"
Dream-Spike approached the bed like a big old jungle cat
padding towards a trapped bunny rabbit. He reached out with one hand and whipped the satin comforter right off of Dream-Buffy.
Oooh...he's rough...that can be fun...
Dream-Buffy sat up and held out her arms. With a toe curling growl,
Dream-Spike leapt onto the bed and reached for the hem of a white satin and lace nightgown that Dream-Buffy was conveniently
wearing, even though RealBuffy didn't own anything even remotely like it.
The gown came up and off, and DreamSpike
began to kiss and fondle and caress every inch of Dream-Buffy's naked, panting body, whispering in her ear, telling her all
the things a girl liked to hear at a moment like this.
"You're so beautiful, luv...so soft and warm. I want you...I've
wanted you from the second I saw you..forgot every other girl in the world but you."
Now, THIS is the way to make
a sexy movie...pay attention Hollywood..
Dream-Spike rose to his knees, bringing Dream-Buffy along with him, and
she began to help him shed clothing that came off with surprising ease. It seemed to melt away beneath her touch, with no
buttons, snaps, zippers, laces, or velcro to fumble around with.
Dream-Buffy, who was a LOT more uninhibited than
her real life counterpart, began to explore Dream-Spike's body, her fingers gliding over hard muscle and smooth skin.
was no slouch either. He returned her touches enthusiastically, caressing and kissing the most private places of Dream-Buffy's
body, his tongue lingering on her breasts and between her thighs.
God...he knows what I like. How the hell does he
know that? I've certainly never told him what I like to do in..
"Oh, for God's sake! Who CARES how he knows?" Dream-Buffy
said irritably. "He just KNOWS! Now shut up and quit distracting him!"
Dream-Spike moved to lie on
top of DreamBuffy. He positions himself and begins to thrust. She takes him all the way inside her, deep and hard. In and
out. Slowly...then faster...harder...then faster still.
Their voices vibrate with their pleasure as they moan and
cry out for more. She digs her nails into his shoulders, begging him not to stop...not to EVER stop...because it feels so
good...so perfect...the way their bodies fit together so wonderfully, as though they'd been specially fashioned for each other...and
anybody who came before was nothing but a cheap imitation.
He pounds in harder, burying his face in her hair, telling
her that her scent makes his head spin, makes him wild with the sort of desire you can only feel with a true soul mate. He
promises to never stop loving her, wanting her, fucking her.
His head comes up and he orders her to arch her back,
to raise her breast to his mouth so he can taste it...suckle it. He tells her how warm it is, how sweet it tastes, how much
he loves the feel of her nipple hardening in his mouth, beneath the lash of his tongue.
Her fingers tangle in his
hair, guiding his mouth to her other breast, hissing in his ear to suck it harder because she feels the pull in her loins
every time he does and it's so good and she wants more and more.
Suddenly, he pulls away from her. She wants to scream
in protest, but he gives her no chance as he turns her over and pulls back on her hips until she's on her hands and knees.
He reaches down and reestablishes their connection, then begins to thrust, driving her back up that steep incline
she'd almost crested moments ago.
Draping himself over her back, he rests his palms flat on the bed, nuzzling the
back of her neck, asking her if she likes this, likes what he's doing now. With a snarky grin, he places his lips against
her ear and releases a playful bark.
She smiles and rears back, returning the pressure. Balancing on one hand, she
reaches down to play with herself, but he pushes her hand away, telling her that it's his job to do that, to make her come,
that no one else is allowed to touch when he's down there.
His own fingers come around front of her and take over,
finding her clit and rubbing it hard, squeezing it gently as his shaft invades and retreats, over and over, until she's screaming
for him to finish, to do it, to make her come hard, the way no other lover ever had or ever will.
His hips begin pistoning
in harder and faster, and he releases soft grunts every time he goes in all the way, the muscles of his ass working as he
pumps into her, his sack impacting lightly against her own little bottom.
Orgasm hits them simultaneously, making
them scream until their throats must surely be raw.
Her knees give out when he collapses on top of her, his own strength
completely drained away. He holds his weight off her as best he can, by resting on his forearms. He covers the back of her
neck with kisses and whispers "I love you..."
Dream-Buffy smiles. "I love you too. So much..."
Oh, my God!
That was just...WAIT! NO! I don't ...no love...I DON'T love!..
Dream-Buffy sighs. "Oh, yes you do."
I do not!
I don't want to love!
I mean it! It's too much work. I ain't interested
be daft, luv," Dream-Spike said, turning to look at her as though she was standing beside the bed. "Everyone wants to love
and be loved. People...slayers..." He grinned. "Even a few vampires. It's the natural order of things."
the world go round," Dream-Buffy interjected.
Dream-Spike nodded. "All you need is love."
is a many splendourous thing," he added.
"Splendored," Dream-Buffy corrected.
He shook his head. "No such
Knock it off!
"Check the Websters, babe."
Stop talking to
each other like I'm not here...
Dream-Spike looked at her again. "Look, luv, point is...at the end of the day, love's
the only thing worth fightin' for. So, if you find it, you gotta grab on and hold tight to it, cause you might not ever find
Dream-Buffy sighed. "That was beautiful."
He grinned. "Yeah. I read it in a Hallmark card at the
Okay, shut up! Both of you. I'm telling you I don't want to be in love!
"Then what DO you want,
Sex. Meaningless, no strings attached, check your emotions at the door...sex.
"Please!" Dream-Spike added. "If THAT was true, I'd have been in your knickers a long time ago."
BEG your pardon?
"Beg all you want, you know I'm right." He winked at her. "You been hot for me since day one, Slayer.
Same way I've been for you."
Oh, no I...for me? Really?
"Uh-huh. The second I saw that cute little ass of
yours bouncing around, I wanted my hands all over it."
But you tried to KILL me!
"Yeah, well...I'm a vampire.
Doesn't mean I didn't want to nail your arse to the nearest available mattress."
"Okay, enough small talk," Dream-Buffy
interrupted testily. "I want to get MY arse nailed to THIS mattress again." She pushed Dream-Spike over onto his back, then
rolled on top of him, glancing at Buffy. "You can watch, if you want to."
Okay, YOU have been spending way too much
time with Anya..
She opened her eyes and tried to stand,
but the champagne buzz was really
in now, forcing her to surrender.
**All right, FINE! I'll stay here until the
room stops spinning, but
THAT'S IT! **
She sprawled sloppily on the sofa.
**Probably be here for days...**
Turning her head ,
she spotted the empty
bottle on the coffee table.
"This is YOUR fault," she groused at
it. "And will you two
give it a rest?"
The couple on the screen just moaned
The remote was on the table next to
bottle, an innocent bystander.
Buffy punched the off button so
hard that the batteries popped out.
her eyes tightly again, trying
to force herself to think about some-
thing...anything...except the irritatingly
thoroughly sexy blood
sucking fiend who knew exactly how
to push every last one of her buttons.
her life, turning it ass
end up, making her rethink all her
preconceived notions about how
things were supposed to
**Think about something else. Some-
thing completely off topic...like
shopping! The blue dress in Macy's.
blue with a glittery sparkle, the
color of the sky right before the sun
goes down, the color of his eyes. Deep
and they sparkle when he teases
me and he tries to make me blush...**
"Bad topic. No blue eyed vampires."
that Karen Sutherland I saw at
the market? My alphabetical order
partner in school. I didn't like her. She
of the 'Cordelia' clones, a
member of her rat pack, and they were
all so mean to Willow. Picking on her,
of her clothes and I wanted
to sucker punch every last one of them
dead in the face. Boom! Light's out. There
Karen and Crystal and Harmony,
and I hated Harmony most of all. Stuck
up and stupid, my GOD was she stupid.
after she was turned, she was the
same nitwiit she'd always been. Grabbing
MY sister...shacking up with MY vam-
physics, biology, geography.
Stuff I have no use for at all. Food in the
cafeteria wasn't worth eating most of the
Drinking fountains never worked
right. You either had to french kiss the
thing to get a drink, or it shot a jet
right up your nose. Ugly paint
on the walls, ugly in the hallways. Every
shade from nile to bile, and we fought
the hall right outside Beginning Spa-
nish. He scared me, almost took me
out of the game. Good fighter. Strong..the
I'd ever been up against, and it
kind of turned me on**
Mentally throwing in the towel, Buffy
a white flag when you need one?**
She couldn't do it, couldn't NOT think
If someone was holding
her at gun point
and ordering her not to think about him, she'd
be shot right between the eyes.
men all over the world. Why am
I so hung up on this one?"
**Because, he's...he's just...oh, he really is..**
isn't the only game in town."
**Maybe, but he plays the game better than
any of them**
"Yeah...he's a player."
I want to play too! It's MY turn,
dammit. He likes to play...I want to
play...why shouldn't we play with each
mystery giggle once again made it's
"Oh, shut up!" she snapped, flinging
a throw pillow across
the room. "I'm
trying to think!"
**I'm unattached...he's unattached..he'd
BETTER be unattached...I'm over
WAY over 21...I'm not bad
to look at...he's...**
"Too hot looking for his own damn good."
Muscles. Barely controlled
energy. A smile that could charm an angry
wolverine. Put 'em all together and they
she said brightly.
Buffy felt her entire body turn bright red.
bing another pillow, she quickly covered her
face with it.
"Spike?" she squeaked, her voice muffled.
right." He sounded amused.
"Buffy...are you all right?"
Hearing his approach, she clutched
pillow tighter. "Uh-huh."
Spike knelt beside the sofa. "Buffy?"
"What are you doing?"
He tugged at the
pillow, but she held on.
"Oh, you know...nothing much. Just
sitting around relaxing."
a pillow over your face?" He tugged
harder. "How relaxing can THAT be?"
"Well, it works for me. I'm...HEY!" Spike
wrestled the pillow out of her clutches,
tossing it across the room. "That was rude!"
"THAT was rude?" he responded
belief. "And is it perfect etiquette to keep
a pillow over your face when someone comes
to call, Miss Manners?"
watched in silence as his eyes found
the champagne bottle with the empty
glass next to it.
A smart ass grin
slowly formed all over
his handsome face. "Well, well...what's
this then?" He picked up the bottle and
label. "This is the good
stuff, luv," he informed her. "Did you enjoy
She sat up and snatched the bottle
his hand. "Yes. S'matter of fact, I did!" She
was surprised to hear the sloshing sound
of liquid. Not bothering
with the glass, she
raised the bottle to her lips.
Her aim was slightly askew, and a few drops
of the champagne
ran down her chin, making
her giggle. "Oops."
Spike just shook his head and smiled, making
an obvious effort
to contain outright laughter.
Buffy wiped her face on the back of her
sleeve. "Wasso funny?"
"Nothing, really. You feel-
ing all right, honey?"
"Yup," she replied cheerily. "I feel great. Just
She tossed her hair back and gave
him her prettiest smile. "How's bout you?"
Spike cleared his throat. "Fine, thanks."
pried the empty bottle out of her hand and
set it back down on the coffee table, then
stood up and removed his
coat, tossing into
over the back of an armchair.
"So, where's Dawn tonight?" he asked, sit-
ting on the sofa
next to Buffy.
"Where's Dawn tonight?" she echoed. "Dawn
is...well, she's..I think...Dawn?"
He waved one hand in front
of her eyes and she tilted back slightly,
trying to focus on it. "Your sister. Fifteen
old...long brown hair...nice smile...ring
"Yeah, sure," Buffy nodded, almost cross-
eyed. She blinked
hard and tried to look
serious. "Absolutely. You're right about that."
Spike waited for her to continue. After thirty
of silence, he prompted, "Well...?"
Buffy frowned, trying to remember what he'd
his voice. "Where is she?"
"Don't yell at me!" She drew her knees up under
her chin and glared at him.
modified his tone. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to yell. Where's Dawn tonight?"
"She's..." Buffy concentrated, "...spending
night will Willow and Tara. They're cramming."
"Stud-dee-ing," she enunciated clearly.
final ezams coming up, ya know. Verrry important."
"Final ezams, huh?"
"Yeah," she rolled her eyes
in exasperation. "Tests.
Jeez, didn't you go to school back when you
weren't.." she hiccuped "...dead?"
he said. "I went to school back when
I wasn't dead." He smiled at her, his eyes
soft with amusement. "God, this is
"What is?" she asked brightly. "Me?"
"Yes." Spike nodded. "You...like this."
Her brow furrowed. "Like what?"
"Baby," he leaned in close. "You are very
cute...and a little drunk."
am NOT!" Buffy pulled back, offended.
She shook her head in vigorous denial, then
held one hand over her eyes until
stopped spinning. "Ohh.."
"Buffy...sweetheart," Spike said patiently. "I've
been around for a long time
now, and I've
seen enough drunks to know one when it
falls on the floor in front of me." She tried
to stand up and
he grabbed her hand. "Which
is exactly what you're about to do...sit down."
"No," she replied fractiously. "I don't
sitting down." She tried to pull her hand out
Spike shrugged. "Fine," he replied, releasing
grip. "But don't expect me to pick you
up when you fall on your....
Buffy stood, swayed, and fell to the floor
a graceless heap.
"...face." Contrary to his words, he gathered
her up and placed her back on the sofa. "Are
"I'm FINE" she said irritably. "Quit asking me
that. I just...just didn't eat much today so I'm
teensy bit dizzy is all."
Spike frowned. "You mean you haven't had
"Oh, of course I did," Buffy
said, "when I
got home before...I did...really!"
He looked at her doubtfully, then went into
the kitchen to
see for himself. He was back in
less than five seconds, holding her forgotten
sandwich in two fingers as though the
was ticking a countdown.
"THIS?" he demanded. "This is your idea
"It's food," she said
defensively. "Any food
you eat at dinnertime is...dinner!"
"Buffy..." he shook his head, not believing
he was hearing. "You ate ONE bite.
One bite isn't dinner. It's not even an
He tossed the sandwich
into the waste
basket, and sat back down beside her.
"No wonder this hit you like a freight
train." He brushed
her hair out of her
She enjoyed his touch so much that
she tilted a little to follow it, seemingly
of what she was doing.
Spike caught her arm and straightened
her up. "Never drink to excess on an
That sounded reasonable and he was so damn
cute that she nodded agreeably. "Gotcha." She
at the window. "Hey, look! It stopped
His gaze followed her and he nodded. "For
was something she was supposed
to do...something she should already
have done, but she hadn't because of the
"I should probably go out and..."
"Go out and what?" Spike asked. "Go out
and...patrol?" He stared at her in horror.
THAT what you're trying to say?"
"That's it!" she said, snapping her fin-
gers. "Thank you."
to stand up, but he pushed
her back down.
"Are you suddenly INSANE, as well as
drunk?!" he shouted. "You can't
straight. Hell, you can't even SIT up
straight." He shook his head. "You wouldn't
last five minutes out
there. Forget it!"
Buffy felt all melty and sugary inside. He was
worried about her. How cute was THAT?
so sweet to worry," she crooned,
patting his cheek. "But I'm really A-OK. A
little fresh air s'all I need, and I'll
She stood up slowly, trying to remain steady
on her feet.
Spike stood up as well. "No, you won't
fine...you'll be DINNER!" He planted himself
in front of her, blocking her path. "You might as
well paint a bullseye
on your chest while you're
Buffy opened her mouth to reply to that silly
comment, but was cut off when
in close and glared into her eyes. "Sit...down!"
he grated through clenched teeth.
his steady gaze defiantly, at
first, then slowly lowered herself back down to
Seated once again, her
nerve deserted her
entirely, and she dropped her eyes and grum-
bled, "This is stupid...I am perfly able to do my
that so?" Spike asked. Sitting beside her,
he placed one finger in the center of her chest
and gave her a nudge that
wouldn't have unseated
a three hour old kitten.
"HEY!" Buffy squealed as she lost her ba-
her arms to try and steady
herself, she did a backwards somersault and
crashed to the floor. "Ow!"
'perfly' able, luv?" Spike asked
"When I get back up there," she muttered,
rolling onto her hands
and knees, "you're
He watched her struggle to regain her feet
with a huge smile on his face.
he said. "I can see that. You gonna
give me a head start before you come after
"Oh, shuddup," Buffy said.
"Think you're so
He chuckled. "Well, I'm not the one crawling
around on the floor," he said. "Although,
must admit, you're very appealing in that
Buffy's head jerked up and she stared at him,
if she'd heard him properly. "Whatta
ya mean by that?"
"You know what I mean," Spike said, his voice
into a lower register. "On your hands
and knees like that. Makes the mind reel with
possibilities and.." He winked at
"Okay, wait a minute." It had been a while since
she'd had a suggestive remark aimed
but she still recognized one when she heard it.
Climbing back up on the sofa, she crawled on
and knees down to the other end
until she was nose to nose with him. "Are you
He smiled tenderly,
and tucked a lock of her
hair behind one ear. "Course not, baby."
She sat back on her heels, tilting her
"Are you flirting with me?" she asked
suspiciously. "How come?"
"Don't you know?"
"Would I ask, if I knew?"
trailed one finger over the curve of her
cheek. "Maybe because you're so pretty?" he
Buffy held her
breath, waiting for him to con-
tinue. After thirty seconds, she couldn't hold
her tongue. "That's IT?"
he laughed. "That's not IT!" Taking hold
of her arms, he pulled her forward into his
lap. "You know I'm crazy about
"You are?" she gulped. "Really?"
Spike nodded. "Really."
"Ohhh," Buffy sighed. "Thass so...no!
smile disappeared from her face. "If..if you're sooo
crazy 'bout me then...then why've you been
"Why have I been doing WHAT?"
"You been avoy...a...not touching me! Ever
since that night when...when
"I remember, baby," he assured. "God, do I
"Yeah! And...and ever since then...nothing!
a word or...or nothing! Zip!" She struggled
slightly in his hands. "I was starting to think
that I'm icky or
Spike took a firmer grip on her arms and
pulled her closer. "Don't you EVER think a
thing like that!"
he said fiercely. "There's no-
thing wrong with you, baby. You're perfect from
top to bottom." One hand slid lightly
back and caressed her rear. "And your bottom is
"THAT'S what I said!" she pouted.
no...don't do that." He groaned softly. "Not
with the face. You know I can't take it."
"I dunno WHAT you mean,"
she replied airily,
knowing exactly what he meant.
"Oh, don't you?"
"No, I...HEY!" she yelped when he turned
in his arms, keeping her on his lap, but
facing away from him.
He pulled her back until she was reclining
his chest. "You know damn well what
I mean, pouty," he whispered in her ear. "When-
ever you make that face at me, you're
ging for it."
Buffy didn't know what was making her more
light headed, the alcohol she'd consumed,
the tone in Spike's voice, or the feel of his
mouth as he placed light kisses on the side of
baby...you smell so good," he said,
rubbing his cheek against her hair. "What is
Buffy's eyelids lost
their mooring and drifted
shut. "What...does it smell like?"
He took another sniff. "Coconut?"
she said, giggling when he
tickled her ear.
She nodded. "Conditioner."
He moved further
down, nuzzling her cheek.
"Fash...fisha...the stuff I wash my face with."
that what makes it so soft?" he asked. Lift-
ing her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist.
"This one's easy...vanilla."
brought her free hand up to cup his
cheek. "D'ya like it?"
"Do I LIKE it?" he asked, charmed by her
She tilted her head back to look into his
eyes. "Are you hungry?"
Before he could
answer, she heard the
laughter that had been plaguing her all
"Did you hear that?" she asked in a
not wanting to alert the giggler.
"Hear what, sweetheart?" he asked,
kissing the side of her face
and her ear. "All
I hear is you."
"No, not me. Not me." She sat up and
looked around the room. "That laughing.
She placed one finger to her lips. "I
think we gots a.." She wasn't even going
and say poltergeist. "..ghost. A ghost
Turning on his lap to face him, she found
him looking at
her as though she'd changed
"That was you."
Buffy looked confused. "Who was me?"
ghost that laughed," he said.
She stared at him for a moment, then smiled.
"Spike...don't tease me. S' not
"I'm not teasing you, luv," he reported ser-
iously. "That was you laughing, and if you've
it all night and thinking it was
someone else.." He sighed. "Then you're
even drunker than I thought you were."
was losing interest in the discussion and
wanted to go back to the previous topic.
"Whatever," she shrugged. Turning
she tilted her head and offered him access to
her throat. She sighed softly, snuggling back
arms. "You were saying?"
Spike hesitated, groping for some semblance
of self control. "I think it's time for bed."
think so too!" She sat up in his lap, smiling
He helped her stand, then placed his hands
on her shoulders
and looked her in the
eye. "Time for YOU to go to bed," he amended.
"Yeah!" she said eagerly. "I heard you the
He made no reply, but just looked at her.
Slowly divining his intent, she gasped out
"You mean...you don't mean...by
"By yourself." he confirmed.
"But...but thass a TERRIBLE idea,"
plained loudly. "Thass the worst idea I ever
"Maybe," Spike said, turning her and gently
her towards the stairs. "But it's a safer
She dug in her heels. "Safer for who?" she
for me. I don't even want to think about
you might do after you sober up and remember
She could fix this!
Turning to face him, she placed her arms
around his neck. "Oh, come on," she said,
against him kittenishly.
Spike grabbed her hips, holding her lower
body away from his. "Don't do that."
do what?" Buffy asked sweetly. "Don't
do this?" Thrusting herself forward, she made
he hissed through clenched teeth. "That
would be the thing to not do, luv."
"If you say so." Locking her arms more
around his neck, she bent her knees a little,
the jumped straight up into the air. "Catch!"
the movements had been choreo-
graphed specially for them, Spike slipped
his hands under her bottom as she wrapped
legs around his waist.
Before he could utter a sound, she lunged
forward and kissed him.
Unable to resist,
his hands moved caressingly
up and down her back, molding her upper body
They kissed feverishly,
exploring each others
mouth with their tongues, until Buffy was
forced to break away for oxygen
"Take me upstairs,"
she panted. "Take me...."
The sensation of her warm breath on his skin
nearly destroyed any resolve he had, but
words pulled him out of the erotic miasma he
was drowning in.
"Buffy...baby, listen to me. You have to stop
Setting her firmly on her feet, Spike untangled
himself from her embrace.
"Please don't misunderstand,"
he said earnestly,
looking into her expressive green eyes. "I want
you. You have no idea how badly I want you..how
"The wait's over now," she said happily. "Just
take me upstairs."
"Okay!" Her hands moved to
unbutton his shirt. "Right here is good, too."
Spike closed his eyes, shaking his head
self disgust. "Christ," he muttered. "I don't
BELIEVE I'm saying this."
"Well join the club!" she said peevishly.
opened his eyes and gazed down into
hers. They were wide, and dark with desire.
Her hair was mussed, her lips moist
a little swollen from being kissed so
She almost looked like she'd already been
made love to, passionately
"Oh, God help me," he groaned, picking
her up in his arms and carrying her up
room was illuminated only by the
light of a moon that was just beginning to
emerge from behind a bank of storm clouds.
Spike placed her on the bed, urging her
to lie back into the pillows, Buffy reached
Knowing that if
she touched him he was
lost, he took hold of her seeking hands and
held them firmly.
"Spike," Buffy whispered,
"I want you to make
love to me."
"And I WANT to make love to you," he said,
steeling himself. "But...not like
this. I can't
take advantage of..."
"Yes, you can!" Buffy interjected impatient-
ly. "You can take as much advantage
want. Just help yourself. I got lots more. I'm
loaded with advantage!"
Spike rolled his eyes. "You're
right." She opened her mouth to reply,
but he clapped one hand over it. "I can't
take advantage of a helpless
"Thince when?" Buffy glared at him, her
voice muffled by his hand.
"Since tonight, it seems." Smiling
he took his hand off her mouth. "Can you
feature that? Turns out I still got a few ethics
Buffy grumbled with
a scowl. "I'm real happy for you, but you
picked a lousy time to discover them."
he said, kissing each small
hand. "Listen, sweetheart...you get some
sleep. You're gonna need it. Champagne
hell of a kick, specially if you're
not used to it."
He let go of her hands and reached for a
at the foot of the bed, covering
her with it. "In the morning," he added,
tucking her in like a sleepy child, "Take
aspirin and have some weak tea and
crackers if your tummy's upset. Try to eat
anything else and I promise you'll be
"I'm gonna go now and kick my ass all the
way home," he said, avoiding her seeking
"Be a good little girl, and I'll come
see you tomorrow night."
As he turned to leave, Buffy rolled over
and wrapped her arms around her
pillow. "All right," she said, trying to pro-
ject a false sincerity. "I'll be good.
stay right here."
She looked over her shoulder at him
with innocent eyes. "I promise. You can
Smiling to herself, she faced the
opposite wall again. She counted to
fifteen, then looked back at
are you still here?"
Spike narrowed his eyes slightly. "You won't
do anything stupid...like go out
and play with
"No!" she said, a litle too quickly. "You were
right. I shouldn't go out
slaying when I've
been drinking. There's lots of really dangerous
things out there. They're allllll over the place.
rolled back over to face him. "Besides,"
added, giving him her sweetest smile, "You
know I always try and do what you
Spike studied her carefully, trying to gauge
her intent. "I think you're bluffing," he said.
I can't take a chance on it....
Buffy's eyes sparkled as she reclined back
into the pillows, patting the empty place
beside her invitingly.
"....so I'll be downstairs."
"SPIKE!" She popped back up like a broken
the box. "I swear to GOD, if you walk
out that door and leave me then you may as
well just keep going and start a new
where else, because I'll NEVER let you back
in. I'll revoke your invitation so fast you
won't know what
"I mean it, Spike!." She pointed one finger
at him threateningly. "I'll have Willow
bar this house with a whammy so strong it'll
bounce you into the next time zone!"
He lifted his hands
in surrender. "All right. I'll
stay here. Settle down."
Sitting down beside her, he pulled off his
dropped them next to the bed.
He leaned back against the headboard, arms
folded across his chest. "Bossy little
In spite of his words, his tone of voice was
amused and affectionate, and Buffy's de-
meanor did an immediate
"Thank you," she said. "I'll be good."
Spike rolled his eyes. "I'm sure."
Buffy sighed. "I
mean it. I won't touch any-
thing that you don't want me to touch."
"That's the problem, luv. There IS nothing I
want you to touch."
"Okay, then I won't touch unless you ask me
to," she promised, certain that in less than
minutes she would have him begging her
"That's good to know." Spike reached over
and switched off
the lamp on her nightstand.
"Now go to sleep."
"No kiss goodnight?" Buffy pouted, sliding
down until she was
stretched out on her back.
Spike leaned over. "You just LIVE to torture
me, don't you?" he asked, brushing her lips
a brotherly kiss. "Goodnight."
Buffy caught him. Wrapping him in her
embrace, she parted her lips beneath his.
soft moan came from deep in his throat
as he slipped his arms around her and
pulled her snugly against him.
took this as a sign of surrender, and
returned the kiss with passionate intent.
As he rolled over on top of her,
began swimming once again, making her
Her lashes were suddenly too heavy to
keep open, and
the last thing she was clearly
aware of was a voice husky with desire,
murmuring in her ear, over and over.
love you, Buffy...I love you...love