AN: Sorry if the Italian translation is less
than perfect. I had to
rely on a translation
Well, what if.....
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Goodbye, goodbye to Rome.."
Spike stood on the tarmac, watching until Wolfram
Hart's private jet disappeared into a bank of dark
clouds that obscured the moon.
One problem gone, one left to
go, he thought, cradling
his injured left hand against his stomach.
Sucker punching Angel into unconsciousness,
one of his
all time favorite things to do, never went as easily as he
always expected it to. This time, he'd broken
Problem was he'd spent so many years ranking
his grand sire to the dogs as the most flaming poofter
to sport a pair, that he tended to forget it wasn't
The only way for him to accomplish
what he'd set out
to do was by keeping the element of surprise on his side,
so he'd kept his counsel all the way to
the airport, slouch-
ing in apparent dejection in one corner of the limousine.
Staring silently out the window,
he'd managed to give
the impression that he was resigned to the concept of
letting the slayer move on.
on? Without me? Not bloody EVER gonna
For almost three months he'd bided his time, discovering
of patience he'd never known were inside him. Just for
something to do, he'd thrown in with Angel and the goody
shoes gang, waiting for the day when he could go and
track down his woman.
Yesterday, that opportunity had finally
Of course, he hadn't counted on there being another man
cutting in ahead of him. And not
JUST another man, but THAT
one! The Im-Fucking-Mortal. The only creature on earth he hated
more than Angel.
things are gonna be different this go round!**
He wasn't going to stand for it this time. There were no two
That woman stealing son-of-a-bitch had to die!
"City of a million moonlit
City of a million warm embraces.."
The cab pulled up to the curb in front of the dance
and Spike climbed out on slightly shaky legs, wondering
how the hell the cab drivers in Rome managed to get
to drive anything more powerful than an ox cart.
This one...Cesare...had actually qualified to race in the
Grand Prix. He hadn't made more than token stops
for any reason, including pedestrians. When he wasn't
craning his neck
around to try and make conversation, he
was busy hanging halfway out the window providing vocal
admiration for every
pretty girl on the street, or screaming
Italian curse words at other drivers.
His intense yearning to see Buffy
was the only thing that
kept Spike from bailing out of the car.
"Where I found the one of all
faces far from home..."
Contrary to what he had told Angel, his Italian was fairly
He tossed a few bills into the front seat of the
cab, pinning the most threatening gaze he had on the
ottenuto un certo commercio in questo posto," he
said. "Ma li desidero aspettare qui me. Probabilmente
un blonde piccolo di grida sopra la
mia spalla quando esco. Manteneteil portello aperto
ed allora ottenete pronti a
togliere velocemente. Avete
ottenuto tutto quello?"
Evidently, the idea that he was planning to abduct
young woman was everyday business to
the driver. His entire response was a shrug of his shoulders
and the words, "Si,
The music in the club seemed even louder and more
obnoxious than it had the first time he'd been there,
crowd had thinned out a bit, which, hopefully, would work
to his advantage.
He scented her before he
saw her. Her fragrance was so
deeply imprinted into his memory that he had no trouble
distinguishing it from the other
women in the club. It drew
him towards her, and kept his feet moving in the right
From ten feet away,
he stopped and studied her. His eyes
were hungry for the sight of her, and he indulged himself,
looking his fill.
little bitch was as beautiful as ever, and he felt the
familiar and instantaneous hardening of his loins.
colored mane of hair bounced around her pretty
face as she danced, making him ache to plunge his fingers
into it and
reacquaint himself with its texture.
He was glad to see she'd rounded out some since the
last time they'd been together.
Buffy had a bad habit of
dropping an alarming amount of weight every time a new
apocalypse came to town.
this point, her figure was the best he'd seen it since the
beginning of the roller coaster ride they'd been on from day
he emitted a low pitched growl of approval
that turned into an angry snarl when he saw her companion.
wasn't actually dancing WITH her. He was
more just standing there, giving the slayer a lustfully
appraising and possessive
look that Spike wanted to
wipe off his face with a two-by-four.
**Go ahead and keep undressing her with your eyes,
dickhead. Daddy's back, and THIS time, I'M gonna
When Buffy reached up with languid arms and lifted
hair off the back of her neck, undulating just a little
teasing bit closer to her partner, Spike decided it was
to intervene in this display of dirty dancing.
Little Miss Prick-Tease was going to get what was coming
just not in a way she expected.
Silently, he stepped up behind her and folded his arms
across his chest, waiting
for her to turn. When she did,
it was all he could not to laugh out loud at the way
smile disappeared from her face when she
spun on one heel and saw him standing there. "Oh,
my GOD!" she yelped, jumping
back. Her feet skidded
out from under her and she ended up on her ass, staring up
at him through huge eyes. "S..Spike?"
didn't have to be told that Andrew had kept his re-
appearance in the world a secret.
Reaching down with one hand,
he grabbed her arm and
hauled her to her feet. "Buffy Summers. Fancy meeting
you here, pet. Small world, innit?"
"Eloquent as ever, I see." He looked over her shoulder
and met the dark eyed glare of the rival he
eliminate once and for all. "Well, well...look who's here."
The other vampire smiled, showing an amazingly
set of perfect teeth. "You. I thought I made it clear that
you and your playmate were not to return to Rome."
gaze swung back and forth between the two
men. "You...you know each other?"
"You might say that," Spike said, smiling
The Immortal's eyes widened briefly, but he didn't reply
to the question.
was, as ever, confused. "Who?"
"Never mind, cara," the Immortal said, reaching to take
just tightened his own grip. "Ficcucio," he explained. "That's
his name. For 'Little Fig'. That a family name, or did they
up with it just for you?"
"Over a hundred years later, and you're still the same
annoying little pup you
were back then," the Immortal
replied. "Tell me, cane piccolo, are you still sniffing after
Angelus' leavings? How
is Drusilla, by the way?"
Meeting the other man's eyes dead on, Spike said, "Time
to go, Buffy."
"I am thinking...no,"
the Immortal said, stepping forward.
"Don't much care what you're thinking, mate." Spike took
another step closer,
too. "But the lady is coming with me."
"Wait a second..." Buffy interjected, jerking her arms out
of their grasps.
"There, you see," the Immortal pronounced, gesturing
at Spike to go away. "She's not interested. Leave
I'll forget your transgressions."
Spike shook his head slowly. "That's never gonna happen.
to hell and back...literally...for this girl. I put up
with amounts of shit you can't begin to imagine. She may
small and sweet, but she's the biggest pain in the ass
that ever existed. High maintenance is a hilarious under-
when you're talking about her."
"Hey!" Buffy protested.
"But...I love her," Spike added, holding up one hand
her off. "And she loves me. Not you...me. I was out of it for
a bit, but now I'm back, and if you think I'm just
turn around and walk off into the night without her...then
YOU have got another fucking think coming, ragazzo
With those words, he grabbed Buffy's hand again and
started to drag her along...waiting...knowing what was
the Immortal muttered, reaching to catch hold
of the slayer.
Spike felt it coming and turned, taking out a small
from beneath his jacket and firing the bolt into his enemy's
heart, savoring his look of disbelief before he
crumbled to dust.
"Well, that was ridiculously easy," he murmured, pausing
only a moment to enjoy the flavor of
revenge before he turned to
smile at Buffy, who was standing there with her hands on her.
hips. "Ciao, bambina."
an angry glare, she brought her right arm up from deep
left field, aiming her fist directly at his face. He'd been
this and ducked the punch. Bending over, he
grabbed her around the knees, hoisting her onto his shoulder.
and kicked as he carried her towards the
exit, leaving behind a group of on-lookers still staring at the
pile of dust
on the floor.
Ignoring her struggles, he made it all the way to the door
before he was blocked by two overly large
jabbering at him in Italian, demanding to know who he
thought he was to come in here and cause such a spectacle,
where was he taking this unwilling young lady?
"Era un vampire!" Spike said. "I sembra essere il suo marito.
stato una ragazza e un I'm molto naughty che prendono
la sua sede per punirla correttamente. Facciali realmente
ottenere nel mio senso?"
If there was one thing they understood in Italy, it was the
right of an angry husband to
punish a cheating wife...es-
pecially when she was cheating with a vampire. The bouncers
nodded and smiled, waving
him out the door.
"PUT ME DOWN!" Buffy shrieked. "I swear to God, I will
STAKE your miserable...worthless ASS!"
thinking twice, he brought one hand up to
deliver a stinging smack on her behind. "Ha chiudeto su,
la donna! Lo lascero
sa quando lei puo parlare!"
The bouncers laughed uproariously, urging Spike to
take his errant wife home and beat
Thanking them for the advice, he carried Buffy out the
door and dumped her into the
back seat of the cab.
Cesare ran around to the drivers side and climbed in,
openly ogling the slayer. "E bella.
Vedo perche la
desiderate cosi tanto."
Spike knew that Buffy was about to lunge out the
opposite door and he
wanted the car to get moving.
"Va, il idiot! Ora!"
With a wide grin on his face, the driver floored the
and shot out into traffic, completely cutting
off and nearly colliding with several other cars.
him to take them to Wolfram and
Hart's Rome office, Spike settled back in the seat and
turned to look at Buffy.
probably wondering what I'm doing here."
"Save the wedding bells for my returning
lover's arms outstretched and yearning
Please be sure the flame of love keeps burning
In her heart...."
know that the "fight" with the Immortal wasn't
much, but #1: I don't write fight scenes very well,
and #2: I just wanted
to get it over with and get to
the Spuffy. Sorry if it disappoints)
"City of a million moonlit places
of a million warm embraces.."
Resigned to the idea that there was no escape for her
moment, since she had no intention of jumping
out of a speeding car, Buffy sat as far from Spike as she
Huddling up against the door and casting him a glare that
should have turned him to stone, she listened in
as he told his story of death and resurrection.
She was trying hard to get a handle on her chaotic
emotions. The fact that they WERE so chaotic told her
more clearly than anything that this wasn't some
dream scenario that she'd cooked up.
She'd had too many of those, had woken up crying
from them too many times not
to know the difference
between dreams and reality.
Only Spike could make her so stirred up and crazy
couldn't even think straight. He'd always had
an instinctive talent for doing that.
At the moment, she wasn't really
sure what she was
angrier about; his highhanded behavior in forcing her to
come with him, or the fact that he'd apparently
back for quite some time and had never bothered to
There had been no phone call or letter,
not even so much
as a postcard with 'Back from the dead. Wish you were
here' scribbled on it. Trust Spike to do it as
as possible, shaking up her life the same way he always
had, turning it upside down and inside out.
just when she'd finally managed to begin putting
herself back together. The sharp stab of grief had
a dull ache. It was always with her,
never very far from the surface, but she'd been able to
work around it; putting
it out of her mind like a sore
tooth that didn't really hurt unless you prodded it with
precisely 'happy'...but content, for the
most part. Which had been just fine with her. She didn't
want to have such
extremes of emotion anymore; didn't
want to be deliriously happy or horribly sad. Her past was
riddled with those sorts
of highs and lows. She didn't have
the strength for them anymore.
So, she'd ignored them, and then buried them.
here was Spike, trying to dig them right back up!
So close she could touch him. If she just...reached
out, if she reached...just a little bit...
She felt tears threatening to fill her eyes. Blinking them
she turned her head to hide them until she had
established a little control.
"Come on, luv...say something."
turned back to him, scowl firmly in place. "Why are you
He looked at her for a long moment. "You know why
Hardening herself against the tone she remembered him
using whenever he was being very serious
with her, she
snapped at him. "You had no right to do that back there."
"Yes, I did."
"No! You don't!"
"What? What do you want me to say? If I say what
want to hear, it's not going to be the truth. Truth is
simple...I love you. And you love me back. That's what
me the right."
The words he was saying sounded good, but she wasn't
quite ready to let him know that.
she really wanted to do was throw herself into his arms,
and she detested the petty little bitch inside of her that was
encouraging her to punish him for staying away so long.
"Love you?" she sneered. "What EVER gave you an idea like
told me you loved me."
"And YOU told ME that I didn't. You even said, "thanks
anyway", like I was offering you a
second cup of coffee
"ARRGGH!" He flung himself back into the seat, clutching
his head as though
someone was jamming an ice pick in one
ear. "Woman! You..."
"Woman?!" she echoed, her voice high pitched. "Don't
dare call me that!"
"What, you're not a woman?"
"Of course I'm a woman, but it's not my name. Cut the
"All right, fine! Buffy!" He threw up his hands in surrender. "I
made a mistake, okay? I...I shouldn't
have said that. It
was stupid, I know, but you..."
"Damn right, you shouldn't have," she agreed. "Nagged me
years to admit it...for YEARS! Then I say it...and you
don't believe me?! Well, forget it! Consider it UNSAID!"
just shook his head. "If only it was that easy," he said,
rolling his eyes. "Believe me, I know. You're looking at an expert
in the field of 'Don't admit it and maybe it'll all go away'."
"I'm seeing someone else!" she replied loudly, then
frowned. "Well, I was."
"Oh, come on!" Spike's voice was filled with jovial dis-
belief. "You can't really expect
me to believe that you...what?
Loved him? Please. Even YOU'RE smarter than that."
"Meaning?" Her tone was frosty.
the guy who inspired the term Eurotrash. You're
too good for someone like that."
Buffy stared out the window, not
wanting to listen while
Spike made derogatory comments about another man
What? A man she loved? That
just didn't sound right
at all. After all, how much could she have really cared about
him when she'd never even bothered
to find out his name?
No, she hadn't loved the Immortal. He'd just been someone
to kill some time with; to provide
a little entertainment so
that she didn't have to spend every waking minute thinking
about the man she'd really loved...and
Sometimes, when she'd been sitting with him on the sofa
at home, she would close her eyes and pretend that
strong arms around her, the cool body nestled close to
hers, belonged to....
The cab pulled up in front
of a tall office building with a
jerk and squeal of brakes.
...to another vampire! The one who HADN'T seen fit to
that he'd come back, damn his miserable restored soul!
She had grieved for him...cried for him...ached
for him! And
what had HE been doing? Having a good old time pestering
Angel back in Los Angeles!
had his last chance with her, THAT was for damn
sure. Fumbling with the handle, she flung the door open
wide and almost
fell out onto the sidewalk.
She was a good ten feet down the strada when she heard
him ask her a question with
all the confident, smart ass bravado
completely gone from his voice.
"Buffy? Aren't you even a little bit glad
to see me?"
Those words brought her to a dead stop.
"Where I found the one
Of all the
faces far from home..."
She turned back to him and saw the uncertainty in his
eyes, and it made
her heart...the heart she'd encased
behind a stone wall to keep it from shattering apart
again....crack wide open.
was back. She had prayed for it, begged God for
it, dreamed of it, and wished on every star in the
sky to make it happen.
When it hadn't, she had done
what she could to move on with her life.
Now she knew better. She hadn't 'moved on'
She couldn't...not without him. All she had done was
put life 'on hold'.
She'd been waiting. Hadn't
consciously realized it, but
she'd been waiting.
Waiting for him to come find her, and to take her home.
she whispered. Swallowing the ache in her throat,
she began to cry.
Somewhere in the midst of her torrential downpour,
of them had to have made the first move. There were arms
around her. A hand stroking her hair. A voice begging her
"Shh," he murmured softly in her ear. "S'all right now. I've
Oh, he did...and it felt so
Her arms crept up around his neck as she clung to
him. "Why'd you say it?" she sobbed into his
front. "Tell me why."
He was silent for a long moment, and when he finally
spoke, his voice wasn't much
steadier than her's.
"Because...because it was the last thing I could do for
you. The last chance I had to do things
right. If I'd let
myself think that you'd really meant it, I wouldn't have
been able to let you go...and I had to. I
didn't want that
place to be your goddamn tomb."
He pushed her away just a little, bringing his hands
up to cup
her face and brush away her tears.
"I wanted you to live, baby," he said deliberately, looking
straight into her
eyes. "For both of us."
Buffy placed her hands over his. "But after you came
back? Why didn't you tell me?"
it's not like I didn't want to, luv. I was a bloody ghost
at first. Couldn't go beyond the city limits. Couldn't even
a phone, and Angel sure as hell wasn't gonna punch
in the numbers for me, now was he?"
THAT was certainly true,
"So...so you WERE planning on telling me? Eventually,
"Of course I was planning on
it." A slow smile appeared
on his face. "Buffy," he added with a scolding shake of
his head. "Here I was thinking that
you knew everything
there is to know about me. Do you really believe that ANY
power on earth could keep me away from
you? I couldn't
even do THAT back when I hated you."
Buffy's respirations grew shallow as she stood there
up into the eyes she'd only seen in her dreams
for so long. They darkened and became more intense as
they stared into
her's, a sure sign that he was becoming
It was a memory that she hadn't allowed herself to take out
examine just yet; the way he could tell her, without
saying a word, that he wanted her.
Always, her first clue
was when the shade of his eyes deepened
as they watched her move about a room. She'd caught this look
too many times
to count in their shared past, a signal too subtle
for anyone else to pick up, but to her was as loud and clear
His head dipped slightly, and she could feel her lashes growing
heavy. With their lips just barely touching,
"Buffy...kiss me. Please, baby. It's been so damn long."
Yes. It had. Far longer than it should have
Her fingers wrapped themselves in the lapels of his coat as
she stepped back into a small alcove in the facade
building, pulling him with her. When she felt the cold bricks
pressing against her back, she parted her lips
and gave him
what he'd asked her for.
Spike's hand moved slowly around the back of her neck,
then up into her
hair, his fingers spreading to hold her in a
firm grip as his lips pressed down harder, tracing the line
of her's with
his tongue before slipping past them and into
her mouth with gentle force.
She could feel the alignment of their
thighs, the close
press of her belly and breasts pressed against the hard
contours of his body.
A familiar lazy
warmth began to spread through her, making
her want to lie down beneath him, feel his weight anchoring
her to the
Desire and need uncoiled in the pit of her stomach, opening
her like a flower in hot sunshine.
is what he always did to her, every time they touched,
things no other man had ever quite managed. His fingers
travel in the most innocent of ways over her skin, and
she would feel an immediate urge to take off all her
and offer herself to him. Her breasts would feel
suddenly heavier and more sensitive and there would be a
between her thighs, an empty ache that only
he could make better.
It didn't matter where they happened to be at
whether they were alone or in a crowded room. Spike was
the only man she'd ever allowed to touch her intimately
any other location but a bedroom, the only man she'd ever
made love with in a public place; sometimes outside her
sometimes in a cemetery they'd been patrolling,
and that delicious encounter they'd had on the catwalk in
when he'd walked up behind her and practically
dared her to make him stop.
She wouldn't have been able to stop him
if her life had
depended on it.
When he pulled away, she tried to keep him close. "No,
please," she begged, lifting
her face to his. "Spike...."
His free hand moved down to the small of her back,
pressing down just a tiny bit,
letting her feel the undeniable
truth that he was every bit as needy as she.
"You ever been inside Wolfram and Hart?"
Buffy was having trouble switching gears, down shifting from
a rush of sexual heat to the cooler climate
sensibly to insensible questions. "Yeah," she nodded. "I
stopped in L.A. before I came to Europe. Why?"
grinned, stepping back from her and taking hold
of her hand. "Come on in and get a load of this," he said,
through the steel and glass doors of Wolfram
and Hart's Rome offices.
" Arrivederci, Roma
time for us to part..."
She stood in the middle of the lobby, examining it with an
"The same as the one in L.A." Spike finished. "Down to the
last paper clip. There are twelve other
branches of the Evil
Empire, and I'd be willing to wager that they're all alike."
"Hmm. Kinda like McDonald's,"
There was no one in the lobby except one lone security
guard who barely glanced at them before waving
Placing his hands on Buffy's hips, Spike began nudging
her backwards towards an open elevator. "Now
see if you
can guess what's on the top floor."
"I give up."
He grinned wickedly. "An apartment reserved for
big noise whenever he comes to town," he said as
they stepped into the elevator. "Just like the one in
could almost see the wheels turning in his
"Only thing missing is the king of pain himself. Same
tables, same chairs, same lamps...same bed." He
pushed her up against the back wall of the elevator,
to it with his body. "Want to go upstairs
and defile it?"
"Save the wedding bells for my returning
my lover's arms outstretched and yearning
Please be sure the flame of love keeps burning
In her heart...."
Stumbling into the suite with their mouths glued
tore at each other's clothing in a
destructive and uncaring way, completely forgetting
that they had nothing else to
The bedroom took a bit of a beating as well. They spent
a little time sitting on an upright chair,
laid Buffy flat on a small table and proceeded to rattle
all four of its legs.
He pulled her into
a sitting position and picked her
up, then carried her across the room and pushed her
against the wall in a reenactment
of their first time.
When the window began to shake in its frame and
someone in the next suite pounded on the
wall, they reluctantly decided to take their fun to bed.
Still tightly submerged in the warm, wet place
wanted to spend all his free time, Spike staggered
backwards and collapsed on the mattress, staring up
slack-jawed delight at the beautifully naked girl on
top of him, rocking his world to its foundations.
breath coming in ragged bursts, placed
her hands on the muscled chest beneath her; using it
as leverage to slide up
and down, to swivel her hips,
and to basically ride the hell out of her uncomplaining
His hands couldn't
seem to decide where they wanted
to stay. They moved in a frantic sweep from her hips,
to her waist, then up to mold
themselves firmly over
the tempting bounce of her breasts.
Although he was bemused by the intense look of
on her pretty face, he wanted to see...he
NEEDED to see...the emotion in her eyes.
"Buffy...look at me, luv. Open
When she did, he noted that they were hazy and
unfocused, and as green as he'd ever seen them.
best of all, the love she'd promised him was
just shining in them.
"Have I ever told you," he asked, raising his
sharply, "how beautiful you are?"
"Hmm? Well...come here, and I will."
her down, he rolled over and took her in the
position recommended by nine out of ten missionaries
the same time, he placed his lips against one
shell pink ear and commenced a dialog that ranged
from lovingly tended
to insanely raunchy, every word
guaranteed to get her off with all the bells and whistles
he was capable of producing
"Ahh, that's my girl....so pretty....sweet...there she
goes....you like that, sweetheart?...me, too...fuck...so
and tight...harder?...want it harder?...I can do
Buffy reached over her head
and grabbed the brass
head rail, squeezing it so hard that she bent the frame
when she climaxed. "More."
himself up on his knees, he grabbed her hips
and flipped her over.
"Christ, you've got a luscious ass," he groaned,
the soft curves, his fingers kneading her flesh.
Her blood was rushing through her veins so rapidly that
felt dizzy. Closing her eyes, she pressed her cheek
against the pillow.
Spike pulled back on her hips, bringing
her up on her
hands and knees. "Hang on, baby. This is gonna be a
"I can take it."
her word for it and drove into her, burying himself
to the hilt in the tender trap between her legs.
cried out, unable to hold anything back.
Buffy dug her fingers into the pillow, her nails tearing
the soft cotton
case. Her heart was thudding so loudly
that she was surprised it wasn't quitting on her.
Spike fell forward, catching
himself on one hand. His
other arm slipped beneath her, lifting her to him a bit
higher as he pounded into her with
no caution, no
restraint. Every time his pelvis smacked against her
upturned bottom, he let out a grunt of pleasure.
wanted to slow down, to make it last, but he was
hopelessly locked into the rhythm. It had been so
damn long since he'd
been with her this way. His brain
function had effectively shut down, and his body was
calling all the shots, leaving
him with no control, no
judgment, nothing but pure carnal need.
Then again, he'd never had much control where she
concerned. Being apart from her for so long just
made it all the more fleeting.
But she wanted it this way. She
was begging for it,
and he'd never really been capable of saying "no"
This little lady owned him, body
and soul. If she
said "jump", he knew damn well how fast he'd be
asking "how high"?
Love's bitch till the end....but
what a way to go!
Buffy's face was flushed. Her lips were parted and
she was breathing erratically...all signs
orgasm. No one knew that better than he did.
He turned her onto her back again. Placing both hands
on the mattress, he nudged her thighs farther apart
with his hips.
He pressed the length of his body along hers
began to thrust even harder and faster, trying to hold
off his own climax until he'd given her a second one
fuck!...there she went again...scream-
ing...arching her back taut as a drawn bow...her tight
cunt clenching around
his dick in another bed-shaking,
white hot, un-fucking-believable orgasm.
Spike wasn't able to keep it going any
longer, not at
this level of intensity. His body was demanding a little
relief, so he let it wash over him.
his face in her hair, he thrust in one more time
and stayed, grinding his hips against her as he
spent himself inside
of her in a gush of semen.
He collapsed on top of her with a long, heartfelt groan.
It wasn't until things began
to cool down and the world
snapped back into focus, that he became conscious of
a sharp pain at the juncture of his
neck and right shoulder.
His fingers rubbed absently at the spot, coming away
with a sticky smear of blood on them.
bitten him! Hard enough to draw blood!
This was certainly a new development. During their
somewhat checkered collection
of sexual encounters,
they'd both inflicted and received their fair share of
bruises, scratches and abrasions.
never once had she allowed him more than a
token nip at her flesh, and she'd certainly never
sank her little teeth
into him deeply enough to break
skin, let alone draw blood.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft and girlish, and so
goddamn cute that he couldn't stand it. "I...I couldn't
He had to chuckle. "S'all right, luv.
Anytime you feel
the need to nibble, you just give in to it."
She clamped down around
his shaft, which had returned
to instant stiffness when he'd realized what the slayer
"Well...is it because of...what I did?"
"What do YOU think? Vampire, remember?" He
and began thrusting steadily again, grinding
a little to make it good.
"Oh, baby," she moaned, her head dropping
side as her eyes drifted closed. "Do it again."
hour later, snuggled together under the sheet,
"So, tell me what's going on with the little ones.
wouldn't tell me a damn thing, the stupid nit."
Buffy stretched. "Who first?"
"Start with Dawn."
Well, she's in school, doing pretty
well. She got an award for creative writing."
Spike grinned like a proud father.
"Good for her."
"Yeah." Buffy giggled. "Guess what she wrote about?"
"Adventures on the Hellmouth?"
They called me in for a conference because they
thought something was wrong with her. I managed to
convince them that
she just has a really vivid imagination."
"If they only knew." He shook his head. "So, any boys on
nodded. "Three or four, actually. They seem to be
fascinated by her American-ness. Is that a word?"
"I doubt it."
you know what I mean. Let's see...there's Paolo,
Sergio, Enzo, and...believe it or not...Angelo."
"Oh, I don't like
THAT one already," he muttered.
Buffy turned on her side, propping her head on her hand.
"He's nice. But she's
playing the field these days."
Spike reached for a lock of her hair, absently wrapping it
around his index finger.
"Nice is relative," he said. "Is he
good enough for her?"
"Over protective much?"
"Damn right," he nodded.
"I invested a lot of time and
energy on that girl. You think I'm gonna just hand her
over to the first Romeo-wanna-be
that comes along?"
Buffy didn't reply to that comment. She just smiled
and said, "She's missed you."
It was hard for her at first. She felt like you two
parted on bad terms, and it bothered her that you
never got a chance
to make things right between you."
He sighed deeply. "Bothered me, too."
"She was so proud of you." Cupping
his cheek in her
hand, she brushed her thumb over his lips. "Almost as
proud as I was."
Words he'd never expected
to hear, right along with 'I
love you, Spike'.
Before the moment got too sticky, he changed the
Buffy shrugged. "She's all right. She broke up with
Kennedy, though. I think it was just a rebound
anyway," she said, looking at him intently. "Those sorts
of things aren't made to last. You think you're happy,
you TRY to be, but you never quite manage it. You
never stop thinking about the one who isn't there
THAT explained a lot. Like her involvement
with the no-longer-Immortal for instance.
"I want you to know," she
added, "that I never slept with
him. There hasn't been anyone since you."
Spike cleared his throat, pushing away
of his 'almost tryst' with Harmony. There was no point
in telling her about THAT. Honesty might be the best
when a relationship was being rebuilt, but
he wasn't insane.
"Anyway," Buffy continued. "she's in England with
and the potentials. They're putting a new council
together and they've set up a 'Slayer Training Camp'
and Robin are there, too."
"Why aren't YOU there?" he asked, tugging gently
on the lock of hair around his finger.
"Oh, I drop in from time to time," she replied. "I was
actually planning on going when Dawn gets out of
I don't want to pull her out in the middle of
The sheets rustled as she shifted closer.
It was now Buffy's turn to sigh. "I haven't heard from
him lately. He travels a lot, doesn't stay in one
very long. I think he's sort of hiding."
Spike chuckled. "Hiding from who? Don't tell me
Anya's back on
the vengeance trail. What did he do
THIS time? Leave her at the altar...again?"
"No, it's more like he's hiding
from himself," she
explained. "Anya's....she didn't make it out."
All the amusement left his face. "Aw, damn it!
"She died saving Andrew. He said she was amazing."
Spike was silent for a moment, then pulled
closer. "Well, I'm sorry to hear it. Think Xander will
ever come back?"
She nodded, snuggling down into
his arms. "I think so.
When he's ready. It takes a while to...to adjust to losing
the person you love. I don't think
you ever really get
over it...I know I wouldn't have." Lifting her face, she
burrowed against the side of his neck.
"I'm so glad you're
back," she whispered.
"So am I, luv. So am I."
never even seen a bathtub this big before."
"Nice, isn't it?"
Lying propped up against Spike's chest, Buffy
up a sponge and an expensive bottle of bath gel. After
soaking the sponge with the fragrant soap, she turned
began running it up and down his arms and across
"Well, this is fun."
She smiled, squeezing the
sponge and watching the
lather drip all over him. "Yeah, I'm enjoying it, too."
At her direction, he leaned forward
and allowed her to
move behind him. Buffy ran the sponge all over his
back and shoulders, loving him for not complaining
the soap made contact with the scratches she'd
left on his skin.
Of course he wasn't about to let her have all the
Taking the sponge away from her, he squirted another
glob of bath gel into it and washed her from head to
At one point, he dropped the sponge and spread
the soap over her with his hands, drawing little pictures
on her skin
and sliding his soapy palms over her shoulders
His touch was heavenly, both arousing and relaxing her
the same time. Every bit of leftover tension in her body
disappeared, leaving her weak and pliable in his grasp.
dried each other, laughing and teasing, then he
picked her up and carried her back to bed.
reached down between her thighs, wetting his
fingers until they were slick and sticky. "Jesus Christ,"
against her throat. "You're so fucking hot
and wet. You're ready for me so soon."
She was more than ready....
and aching until he guided his thick shaft to
her entrance and slid it in all at once, not stopping
until their lower
bodies were pressed tightly together.
Buffy looked up as he loomed over her in the darkened
room. He used her roughly,
but with tantalizing skill,
and she wanted it to go on and on, would have loved
nothing more than to lock the door against
world and stay in that bed for the rest of her life.
She'd come a long way from the days when she hadn't
able to get away fast enough.
His slow, seductive kisses were driving her out of her
mind. God...nobody kissed like
him. He knew just
exactly how much pressure to apply, when to slip his
tongue into her mouth and play, when to kiss
and when to barely make contact.
Spike suddenly reared back and looked down between
them at the place
where their bodies joined. He watched
as his dick emerged from the slick, hot recess of her
body, then slid back in.
In and out, over and over, hot
and wet and tight...the tightest place he'd ever buried
Her scent was
intoxicating, a dreamy cloud of flowery
sunshine. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes closed tight,
hair a honey colored tangle
against the dark blue pillow
She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen....and she
was his. His, goddamnit!
And no one...no one!...was
ever going to take her from him again.
Soul or no soul, he'd kill anyone who tried.
her sex was so warm and wet, and so damn soft,
that he could fuck her as hard and deep as he wanted to
that he might be hurting her.
His hips pumped faster, his head dropping back.
Oh, and there was that sound,
that sweet little kitten
sound she made whenever she was being particularly
well pleased, when he was hitting all the
sliding in at just the right angle.
Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at her.
want you...want to feel you...want to hold you."
Willingly, he dropped down into her outstretched
her take the full weight of his body.
"Yes," she whispered in his ear. "That's perfect. Promise
he ground out.
"Love me forever. Don't ever stop loving me."
"No, baby...could never stop...you're my girl."
had denied that claim more than once in the past. But
not now. Not ever again.
"Yes. Yours...always be...your girl."
rewarded her by lifting up just a bit and taking her
breast into his mouth. His tongue rolled over and around
nipple as he applied suction. When he pulled
back and released her, he used his tongue to lick hard,
then soft, then
Buffy closed her eyes, her hands moving to hold his
head against her and keep him at her breast. She
this, and Spike did it so awfully well.
The pleasure burned through her like fire, like flames
at her exposed skin. She felt every pull at her
breast reverberate between her legs.
His mouth was ravenous, and
when he took her other
nipple between his fingers and pinched gently...oh, it
made her entire body jerk and throb.
thrusts came fast and hard, driving her to mad-
ness with both his energy and his technique, one of the
few men who
never had to sacrifice one for the other.
"Buffy...baby...so fucking good...do it for me, baby..."
feet flat on the bed, she lifted her hips up,
ramming them into his. "Harder, baby," she moaned
in his ear. "Fuck me
He reached down with one hand and slipped it beneath
the bend of her knee, pulling her leg up as he sank
a little bit deeper.
That tiny increase in stimulation was all either of them
could take. Panting and grunting,
each one crying out
to the other, their passion finally exploded in an orgasm
so intense that they both saw stars.
later, a ringing telephone invaded their
exhausted sleep. Spike grabbed it after the first ring.
you....Yeah, that's right....Because
I wanted to....Fuck, no!....Well, too bad, I thought of
it first...Keep your fucking
voice down, she's asleep."
Buffy rolled over, prying open her sleepy eyes and
focusing on her lover's back. She
could hear the
ranting and raving on the other end of the line, and
knew at once who Spike was talking to.
well, sorry it didn't work out that way...No, not
really. It just seemed like the right thing to say...Hey,
MY fault that your balls are too soft to go after
what you want... Yeah?...Same to you!...Look, she's
made her choice
and it's NOT you...."
By this point, Buffy had heard enough. She sat up,
leaning against Spike's back. "Come back
handsome," she purred, speaking loudly enough for
Angel to hear. "I need you."
Spike chuckled. "Got to
run. My girl needs tending
to and she won't have anyone but me do it."
Without a word of goodbye, he hung up the
rolled over into Buffy's waiting arms. "He'll be on his
way back the second they refuel that jet, you wait
Buffy looked perplexed. "On his way back? You mean,
he was here? He came with you?"
"Uh...did I forget
to mention that?"
"Uh...yeah! You forgot to mention that."
"Sorry," he said, not looking sorry at all. "I guess
all the excitement it...slipped my mind?"
"Why is he coming back?"
"Because he doesn't want me anywhere near
This made no sense to her. "Than why did he leave with-
"You know...that's actually a funny
story. Why don't
we go back to your place and I'll tell you why. Trust me,
you'll get a big laugh out of it."
was right. She did.