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Part Seven.......
It was raining again. She could hear it
spattering on the window
pane in hard
bursts, like handfuls of gravel. It sound-
ed cold and unfriendly, and Buffy was
glad she didn't have
to go out in it.
She snuggled down deeper into her
pillow and was beginning to drift back
to sleep when a crack
of thunder went
off like automatic weapons fire.
"Oh!" She shot straight up in bed,
clapping her hands over
her ears to muffle
the noise, and was instantly sorry for it
when a jolt of pain sliced through her
head. "Oww!"
Clutching
her head, she rocked back and
forth. "Somebody kill me," she moaned.
"Please..."
"Poor baby."
Buffy turned
her head slowly, trying to
keep it from tumbling off her shoulders,
and stared wild eyed at the man lying
beside
her.
"Oh...you...oh, gosh." Her voice sounded
squeaky and pathetic in her ears. "Oh, my god."
"I'll get you
some aspirin," Spike said
soothingly, beginning to climb out of the
bed.
Buffy stared at his bare chest in dis-
belief.
If his chest was bare...then surely
other parts of him were in the same con-
dition. "No! Don't...just don't...move."
He
looked at her, concerned. "Do you feel
sick, sweetheart? You need to....?" He
gestured towards the bathroom.
"My
head hurts," she whimpered.
"I know it does," he said sympathe-
tically. "Let me get you something for it."
"Spike...wait."
Buffy laced her fingers
together nervously. "Did we...um...DID
we?"
He gave her that slow, sexy smile that
he
was so terribly good at. "What do YOU
think?"
"Oh...oh, God." She stared at him, glassy-
eyed. "Oh, no..."
The
smile immediately left his face. "Buffy,
you...God, you look horrified. You really
didn't want..." There was a slight
catch in
his voice, and he cleared his throat to cover
it up. "I'm sorry."
He turned away from her, his eyes
wandering
around the room, looking at everything but
her. A muffled sob drew his attention back
to her face.
She
was biting her lower lip, her eyes shim-
mering with tears.
"Fabulous," he muttered. "I've actually made
you
cry."
Buffy was visibly struggling to control her
emotions. "It's just that...I didn't want it to
be that way...between
us."
"Yeah, I'm beginning to see that." Leaning
over the bed, Spike grabbed his shirt off the
floor.
"Please,
don't be mad."
He shook his head. "I'm not mad." Two
diamond bright tears traced a slow path
down her cheeks,
and he sighed heavily.
"Don't cry about it, Buffy. We didn't..."
"I can't help it," she cut him off. "I'm a
terrible
person."
"No, you're not..."
"But I AM" she insisted. "I'm horrible. Just
look at what I've done." She flailed
her arms
around the bed. "The first time we make
love...and I can't remember it!"
Giving up the fight, she burst
into noisy tears
and covered her face with her hands.
Spike stared at her in shock. "Is THAT what
you're upset
about? That you can't remember
it?"
"Of course I'm upset about it," she sobbed. "That
should be a beautiful memory...and
I ruined it.
I-I got drunk..and I passed out and I just...just
ruined it!"
"Sweetheart, no," he reached for her.
"Listen..."
Buffy turned over in bed and buried her tear
streaked face in the pillow. "I'm sorry," she
whimpered.
"I'm sorry..."
Spike took hold of her and gathered her into
his lap. "Don't cry, Buffy," he begged. "I
can't
stand it when you cry." He cupped her
chin and lifted her face. "Everything's all right,
I promise."
"No, it's
not." She jerked her face out of his
hand and hid it against his shoulder.
"Stop crying, baby." Wrapping his arms
tightly
around her, he rocked her a little on his lap,
hushing her like a tired child as he stroked
her hair. "Come
on, now. You're gonna make
yourself sick."
When she finally settled down, he tilted her
face up. "That's my girl,"
he smiled at her,
brushing the tears from her cheeks.
Laying her head on his shoulder, Buffy sat
quietly in
his lap, an occasional sniffle the
only testimony to her emotional upheaval.
When he felt that she was completely
calm, he
said, "I'm sorry, baby...this whole thing was
my fault...yes it was," he added when she
shook her head
in denial. "We didn't make
love last night. The only thing we did in this
bed was sleep."
Raising her head, she
stared at him with a
confused expression. "Really?"
"Yes. Really," he confirmed. "I shouldn't
have teased you
about it...and I'm sorry."
He pressed a gentle kiss against her fore-
head. "Will you forgive me?" he coaxed.
"Yes,"
she nodded. "But...aren't you.." She
gestured at his bare chest, with a blush
that completely charmed him.
"No,
I'm not," he chuckled, lifting the quilt
to show her that he still had his pants on.
"I just took off my shirt...so
I could feel you
next to my skin," he admitted.
"Oh..." Buffy sighed with relief. "Then I
didn't miss anything?"
"Nothing
important, honey," he assured
her, maneuvering them both back down
on the bed, keeping her close.
They laid together,
without speaking,
listening to the rain and thunder pound
the little house.
Spike watched as Buffy went back
to
sleep. When he was sure he wouldn't
disturb her, he eased her out of his
arms and climbed carefully out of bed.
Grabbing
his shirt and boots off the
floor, he finished dressing in the bath-
room, then searched the medicine cabinet
for
a bottle of aspirin.
Downstairs in the kitchen, he made a phone
call, found some blank paper, and sat at
the
table to write a brief note.
A few minutes later, when he heard Buffy
get out of bed and go into the bathroom,
he
made her a cup of tea, then took it and
the aspirin upstairs and left it on her bed-
side table. The note, he placed
on her
pillow.
Donning his coat, he stepped out into the
cold morning air, uncaring of the rain and
grateful
for the lack of sunshine.
Looking back up at Buffy's bedroom
window, he smiled and threw her an unseen
kiss,
them climbed into his car and drove
away.
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Buffy yawned and rolled
over in bed without
opening her eyes, searching for the solid com-
fort of Spike's body, but finding only a pillow.
Frowning, she lifted her head a little and looked
around the room. "Spike?"
Bracing herself for a nasty
pain in her head,
she sat up slowly. Surprisingly, it had scaled
down from a screaming blast to a low grade
throbbing
ache. Not a lot of fun, but bearable.
Crawling out of bed, she went into the bathroom,
massaging her temples.
The
glare from the overhead light seemed
painfully brighter than it usually did, and the
reflection she saw in the mirror
was truly
frightening.
Her hair was a tangled mess, her skin was
pasty, her eyes were gluey with sleep, and
she
was fairly certain that her breath could stop a
charging rhino.
"Well, I hope you're satisfied," she said,
glaring at herself. "You're getting exactly what
you asked for."
After taking care of her most urgent need,
she ran the water in the sink until it warmed
up, then washed her face and brushed her teeth
twice. She couldn't
bear the thought of applying
a brush to her hair, possibly making her head
ache even more than it already did, so she
settled for smoothing it as well as she could
with her hands.
When she returned to her room, she saw the
tea
and aspirin waiting for her. Smiling, she
went back to the door and called Spike's name.
Buffy knew that if he'd
been in the house he'd
have answered her, so she climbed back into
bed and propped herself against the headboard,
then
reached for the tea. It was still warm, and
lightly sweetened, and she sipped it gratefully.
She picked up the note,
and her lips curved into
a smile as she read it.
Good morning, Sunshine...
I know that you're probably
not
feeling very well right now.
You rest and be good to
yourself today. Remember,
crackers or some dry toast if
your
tummy's upset.
I called Willow and arranged for
Little Bit to stay another night.
Be my good girl, and I'll
come
see you tonight...and we'll make
that beautiful memory together.
All my love....
Your (former) worst
enemy
Buffy read the note twice, then folded it and
placed it in the drawer of her night stand.
"He
loves me," she sighed, sliding down in
bed. "And tonight, he's gonna show me how
much."
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The
showery day passed quietly. She called
Dawn, and then Giles, informing him that she
thought she might be coming down
with a
cold and didn't feel up to patroling that night.
A manufactured cough or two lent credence
to her story,
and he didn't argue with her or
scold her for blowing off her responsibility.
Since there were no new disasters
looming
on the horizon, Giles encouraged her to stay
in that night, reading her a veritable laundry
list of possible
remedies that she might employ
in treating the virus.
Buffy listened patiently, rolling her eyes and
shifting
from foot to foot. Giles could never
just say something like "starve a cold and feed
a fever". If there was a stuffier
way of saying
a thing, her watcher would find it.
Before he hung up, he mentioned that tonight
he would locate
Xander, and possibly Spike,
and the three of them would take a brief swing
through her route.
Buffy encouraged
him to do just that, knowing
that he might be able to locate Xander, but
Spike would definitely be unavailable.
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She
spent most of the afternoon napping on
the sofa, wrapped snugly in her mother's hand
knitted afghan.
When she
woke up, it was almost 5:00, and
she felt ten times better than she had that
morning.
It wasn't fully sundown
yet, but the rain clouds still
darkened the sky and she knew he would be there
soon.
She threw off the blanket
and ran upstairs,
feeling silly and excited, like a teenage girl
waiting for the captain of the football team to
show
up at the door.
In the shower, she washed and conditioned
her hair again, then scrubbed her skin until
it was
pink and glowing with health.
She finished by shaving her legs again,
wanting them to be smooth and touchable.
After
drying off, she rifled through her closet,
searching for something to wear.
Spike was a bit of a sensualist, a tactile
creature,
and he enjoyed the feel of silky
soft fabrics beneath his fingers.
Rejecting one outfit after another, she suddenly
remembered
the pink silk pajamas she'd
been given on her nineteenth birthday.
She only hesitated a moment before she
took
them out of her lingerie drawer. Pa-
jamas seemed a little forward, but she
pushed that thought firmly away.
This
evening was going in one direction.
She knew it and so did Spike. Why not
be a little forward?
**Why not be a
LOT forward while I'm
it?**
Pleased with her choice, she dried and
curled her hair, then applied light makeup.
A
blush of pink on her cheeks, rose tinted
lipgloss on her mouth, and a soft taupe
shadow emphasizing the color of her
eyes.
She finished with a few strokes of mascara.
Pleased with the results, she slipped on the
pajamas. Soft
and flowing, they felt sinfully
good moving on her bare skin as she walked
downstairs.
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Buffy fiddled with the knobs on the gas
fireplace until she had it blazing cheerily.
Ater dimming the
lamplight, there was
nothing left to do but wait.
She sat cross-leged on the floor in
front of the fireplace,
staring into the
flames.
Tonight was a turning point. Every-
thing would be different from here on
out.
Spike
would be a part of her life in a
whole new way...and she was ready
for it.
She'd missed having a man in her
life,
someone to hold her, maybe even take
care of HER once in a while, instead
of the other way around.
And
Spike was the right man. He was
right for her in a way that no other
man had ever been.
With Angel, it had all
SEEMED so right.
He had known her for who and what
she was. He'd been perfect for her.
So she'd thought...
When
their relationship had taken its
natural course into physical intimacy,
her life and her love had turned into
a nightmare
right before her eyes.
With his soul lost once again, Angel
had reverted back into the vicious and
violent animal
he'd been for more than
two centuries.
Everything in him that had been
beautiful and good, had become evil
and
ugly overnight.
By the time she'd condemned him to
hell, he had driven her nearly to the
point of insanity.
When
he'd come back to her, his
soul had been restored, his memory
wiped clean of his attrocities...and she'd
known then
that they were doomed.
The knowledge had been so painful that
she'd buried it deeply in her psyche, so
deeply
that her conscious mind hadn't
been aware of it.
SHE had tried, and HE had tried, but
in the end there was nothing
for them
to hold onto.
They couldn't be close without eventually
giving in to temptation.
And she could
never...EVER ...let
that happen again.
Angel had been the first one to bring
their problems out into the open.
He had
quietly made his plans, then turned his
back and walked away, smashing her
heart into a thousand and one pieces
on
his way out.
The only thing that had gotten her
through the pain had been the mundane
chores of day to day living,
her friends,
and her responsibility as the slayer.
High school was over, and college
was ahead of her. She'd
pinned her
hopes on the future, and left her
childhood behind forever.
In college, she'd still been dumb
enough
to think that all things were
possible, even for her.
She'd dated one or two guys, but
they'd aroused no more
in her than a
mild interest, easily forgotten.
Then, the "Parker" incident had oc-
curred, one of her more spectacular
errors
in judgement.
His good looks and charm, combined
with what turned out to be phony sen-
sitivity, had made her
an easy target.
She had allowed him to seduce her in
an indecently short period of time, then
gotten exactly
what she'd deserved the
next morning.
The memory of it was still enough to make
her squirm with embarassment.
When
Riley Finn came into her life, she
had been at her lowest point relationship-
wise.
Although she'd felt an immediate
attraction
to him, she'd learned the hard way not to
rush into anything.
Riley had been sweet and caring, and
she'd
liked him before she'd loved him.
He was the closest thing she'd ever
had to a "regular" guy, and once again,
she
had allowed herself to hope.
By the time she'd realized just how
"unregular" he was, it was too late to
turn
back. She'd cared too much.
As it had been wih Angel, everything
had been good in the beginning.
They went
to movies, parties, the
beach, and just had fun together.
Then, like clockwork, all the other
weirdness of her
life began hacking
away at them.
His inolvement with the Initiative, Pro-
fessor Walsh's betrayal and the revelation
of
what she'd done to him, the "Adam"
horror show...all guaranteed to blow them
right out of the water.
After it
was over, and Riley's health
had been restored, things had never been
the same between them.
Her mother had
gotten sick, Dawn
had come into their lives, and Buffy
had begun to push him away.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly,
she had
withdrawn. She hadn't realized it was
happening, but Riley had, and he
simply couldn't deal with it.
The
death blow had been struck on the
night she'd seen him sitting in a filthy,
broken down vampire's lair, being fed
on
by the skankiest looking female vam-
pire that Buffy had ever seen,
Being fed on...encouraging it...getting off
on
it. It had been a disgusting sight.
Her feet nailed to the floor, she'd stood
and stared in horror. Wanting to scream,
but
unable to, she'd felt the bile rising
in her throat to choke her.
When Riley had come out of his stupor
and
saw her standing there, he had
tried to get to her. But she had already
turned to run as fast and far as she
could,
afraid that if he managed to
touch her...she would kill him.
In one last ditch effort to repair their
relationship,
Riley had announced
that he'd been asked to rejoin his
unit in some jungle on the other side
of the planet, leaving
Sunnydale..and
her...behind forever.
Unless SHE stopped him, of course.
It was up to her, he had told her,
to
keep him from getting on that helicop-
ter and flying out of her life for good.
It had been a lightly veiled
threat,
implying that if she didn't say right
then and there what he wanted to
hear...then he would go, allowing
her
no opportunity to deal with it
once she'd calmed down from the
initial shock.
This ultimatum, and the not-so-
subtle
pressure it had brought to
bear, had infuriated her and she
had refused to give in to it.
Xander had been the
one to convince
her that she shouldn't let Riley just
walk away.
She'd ran after him, but when she'd
arrived,
the helicopter had already
taken off.
Riley hadn't looked back once.
She had stared up at the sky long
after
the lights of the aircraft had
faded away.
It was over, and she'd had to try and
pick up the pieces of her broken
heart...again.
Spike had been a fairly constant pre-
sence in her life, and a pain in her ass
of heroic proportions,
throughout the
course of her botched up romances.
He'd first come to Sunnydale hauling
his half dead and totally
insane vampire
girlfriend along with him, searching
for a way to restore her to her former
strength.
Oh, and
he'd come to kill the slayer as
well.
Their mutual hatred of each other had set
the stage for some of the most
difficult
fights either of them had ever been involved
with, and which neither of them ever won.
But as much
as he'd hated her, his hate of
Angel ran far deeper.
When Angel's soul had still been intact,
Spike had hated
him for allying himself with
the slayer.
After he'd returned to their vampire family,
Spike's hate for Angel
had grown by leaps
and bounds.
Resentment of the way Angel had walked
in and taken over, as if nothing had ever
come
between them, had tormented Spike
night and day.
Gradually, he came to despise everything
about his sire. The
assumption that he and
Drusilla would just fall into line behind them
and follow his orders, no matter how loony
they
were, and Angel's constant taunting
of Spike's ability, or lack of it, to satisfy Dru-
silla while stuck in a wheelchair,
had been
bad enough.
But the thing that had pushed him over the
edge had been the way Drusilla gave herself
completely
to Angel.
She'd done anything he'd asked of her, whether
it was crawling into his bed, or plotting to
to send
the entire world to hell in a hand-
basket.
So, he'd come to find the slayer with an offer
of truce, promising
to help her destroy Angel
in exchange for safe pasage out of town.
Against her better judgement, Buffy had
accepted
the offer, and had condemned
Angel to the hell he'd planned for the entire
world.
Spike had kept his promise
and taken
Drusilla out of the country, but the damage
had been done, and he'd never managed to
make her forget Angel.
They'd
been in South America when the
final break up had played out.
When it was truly over, he'd returned to
Sunnydale
without thinking twice.
Which had been a mistake.
The Initiative had bagged him and tagged
him, stopping
him in his tracks.
Buffy's relationship with Spike had taken
a turn for the surreal, changing from bitter
enemies,
to uneasy allies, to reluctant
friends, with an always present undercurrent
of physical attraction buzzing between them.
And,
tonight, they were going to take the
final steps in the dance they'd been per-
forming for so long, and start a brand
new
one.
There was going to be a future with Spike. He
wasn't the "love 'em and leave 'em" type. Once
they
started down this road, there would be no
turning back.
Buffy felt a wave of shivery anticipation wash
over her.
She had forgotten how good it felt when this
point in a romance arrived. When you knew
that you wanted someone
more than anything,
and that they wanted you just as badly.
The moment when you woke up to the fact
that, without
knowing when it had happen-
ed, you had fallen in love.
And she WAS in love. She knew it now, as
surely as she
knew anything. These feelings
were far too deep to be anything less.
Everything pointed to it.
The desire
to make herself look as pretty
as she could when she knew she'd be
seeing him; to wear something in his
favorite
color or do her hair in a way he
liked; the agony of watching time crawl
by as she waited for him to show up,
and
the worry that simmered in her when
he was late.
And there was the jealousy that swamped
her whenever he talked
about his years with
Drusilla, even in the most offhand way.
But Drusilla wasn't the only one to stir up
Buffy's
inner green eyed monster.
She'd been out in public with Spike plenty
of times, and had seen the looks on the
faces
of nearly every woman that walked
by them.
Although this irritated her, it didn't surprise
her. A woman would
have to be blind, deaf,
and stupid not to be instantly attracted to
Spike.
He oozed sex appeal from every pore.
His beautifully sculpted face and penetrating
eyes, the hard muscle and instinctive grace
of his body, combined
with his cocky attitude
and sexy accent, was a lethal combination
designed to drive a girl wild.
He certainly
was driving HER that way
lately. Another sign that she was in
love...the intensity of her "I want him and
I want
him right NOW!" feelings.
The only thing that still concerned her was
whether or not they'd be accepted as a
couple
by the others.
Everyone had adjusted long ago to Spike
being a part of their team. This didn't mean,
however,
that they'd adjust to a romantic
relationship between the slayer and another
vampire.
She knew Dawn would have
no problem
with it. She adored Spike, considering him
an honorary big brother.
As far as Dawn was concerned,
Spike could
move in tomorrow.
**Now, THERE'S something to think about. Get-
ting him out of that dark, moldy
crypt and into
someplace civilized...like my bedroom**
She intended to spend a lot of time with Spike,
and she
wasn't about to do it in some hole
in the ground, no matter how well furnished it
might be.
Willow would probably
be okay with Spike
being Buffy's significant other. She knew
what it was like to be in love with some-
one...different,
and even though Oz was
no longer a part of her life, there was still
a great deal of affection between them.
And,
Willow was the type of person who
wanted everyone around her to be as happy
as she was.
Buffy was far more worried
about Giles'
and Xander's reaction.
Even though they had come to an under-
standing with Spike, Buffy was afraid
that
they would always see him as a
demon, first and foremost. A vampire
with no redemptive soul, no matter
how worthy
he might turn out to be.
But at the same time, they seemed to
realize that Spike wasn't going to go away.
They
acknowledged it, came to terms with
it, and even managed to accept it with
good grace...most of the time.
Still,
she knew that their accepting him as
a friend or, as Xander put it, a member of
her posse, did in no way guarantee their
acceptance of him as a love interest for
her.
In the drama that was her life, Giles and Xander
had permanently
cast Spike in the role of
supporting player, NOT leading man.
They might not go disgruntled postal worker
on
her, but they WOULD disapprove, and
she'd always had an irrational fear of that
disapproval.
But sitting here
now, for the first time, the thought
of that disapproval didn't upset her or scare her.
It irked her.
**Let
them disapprove. I'm all grown up now and
I deserve to be happy just as much as THEY
do. Spike makes me happy and that
should be
enough for them**
Life was just too damn short not to wring every
ounce of happiness out of it that
you could.
Her life in particular was chock-full of danger and
the constant threat of sudden death.
She
couldn't afford to turn down any opportunities.
"This is MY life! And I'm gonna spend every day
of it with the...the
man I love."
There. She'd finally said it, and the sky wasn't
falling...the earth wasn't splitting in two...and
they weren't being plunged into nuclear winter.
"I love him...I love Spike...Spike is the man
I love..."
She
tried the words on for size, and they
sounded damn good.
"I--AM--IN--LOVE!"
At that moment, as though it
had been planned
that way, she heard Spike's car pull into the
driveway. "Now THAT'S timing!"
She flew across
the room to the mirror at
the bottom of the stairs to see how she looked.
She wasn't surprised to see that, ap-
pearance
aside, she looked happy. Com-
pletely.
The front door opened, and she turned with
a smile to greet her future
as he walked into the
room.
Part Eight...
Spike closed the door behind him, smiling
when he saw Buffy standing there, waiting
for
him.
His eyes looked up and down her small
body in a caress she could almost feel.
"Well, hello baby," he
said softly. "Don't
you look pretty tonight?"
"Thank you," she replied sweetly, returning
his smile. "And best
of all," she moved forward
a couple of steps, "completely sober."
He held out his arms to her, bringing her
forward
momentum to a halt when she saw
a familiar looking green bottle in one hand.
"What...what's that for?" she stammered,
pointing at the bottle. "Why...why did you..."
Realizing she sounded like an idiot, her
voice trailed off as
she began to back away.
**What the hell...now he WANTS to get me
drunk??**
"This is a special night," he
said, pacing
slowly towards her. "I think we should
celebrate."
He backed her into the wall, then turned the
bottle
over with all the flourish of a wine steward
in a five star restaurant, letting her see the
label.
"Sparkling
cider," he announced. "For the little
girl who can't hold her liquor."
Buffy laughed in relief and delight. "I believe
that
would be me," she said, throwing her
arms around his neck and pulling until he
lowered his head and kissed her.
When
she pulled back, she took hold of
his hand. "Let's sit by the fire," she
suggested, towing him along behind her.
Spike
set the bottle on the coffee table,
shed his coat and joined her on the floor.
Buffy couldn't help noticing that
he looked
damn good himself. He was wearing his
usual black denim pants, the tight pair
she liked best because
they were snug and
left absolutely nothing to a girl's imagination.
He'd traded the t-shirt for a black,
button
down tucked into his trousers. He'd
left the top three fastenings undone, and
her fingers itched to start working
on the
rest of them.
"How are you feeling, luv?"
"A lot better than I did this morning."
"You didn't
get sick did you?" he asked,
brushing her hair back."
"No...but I had the mother of all head-
aches," she confessed.
"Poor
little girl," he consoled her, still
stroking her hair.
Buffy shrugged. "I slept most of the day
and it was gone
when I woke up."
"Glad to hear it, sweetheart." He reached
for her, easing her into his lap. "Did I tell you
how
pretty you look?" he asked, running
his hands up and down her silk clad arms,
fingering the soft material. "This is
nice."
"Actually, you did." She turned in his lap
until she was straddling his thighs, her
bare feet planted
on the floor behind
him. "But don't let me stop you from saying
it again. It's not the kind of thing a girl
gets
tired of hearing."
He took her hands and placed them on
his shoulders. "It's not kind of thing I'll
ever get
tired of saying."
Sliding his fingers into her hair, he
leaned closer and tilted her head
slightly as he began
to lightly kiss
and nuzzle the side of her face.
When his lips were barely touching
hers, he whispered, "Open
your
mouth."
Buffy parted her lips, allowing
his tongue to slip in and find hers.
As the kiss lengthened
and deepened,
she made a soft sound in her throat.
Spike heard the breathy little sigh she
made, and turned her
in his arms, lower-
ing her to the floor and stretching out
beside her, all without losing contact
with her mouth.
He
began working on the tiny buttons of
her pajama top, then left the delicious
heat of her mouth to blaze a trail of
kisses
on every inch of skin he ex-
posed.
When he had all the buttons undone,
he slipped his hand under the pink
silk,
stroking the soft flesh of her sto-
mach.
Buffy impatiently yanked the top open,
baring her breasts to his admiring
eyes.
Arching her back, she offered heself.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
She placed one hand on the back
of
his neck to guide him where she wanted
him to go.
"Please," she begged softly.
He dipped his head,
leaving hot, wet
kisses on her breasts.
Buffy inhaled sharply, and he looked
up at her. "Harder?"
"Mm-hmm."
He
increased the pressure, moving his
mouth back and forth from one soft
mound to the other.
"Do you like that?"
he whispered against
her skin. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes," Buffy said, squirming a little
beneath him. "But..."
"But
what, baby?" he teased.
She looked into his eyes. "Your
mouth," she demanded. "Use your
tongue."
Her
heated gaze burned into his.
"Do you want me to lick them?"
he asked, flicking his tongue over
her nipples.
"Yeah,"
she moaned. "Do that."
Rising to his knees, he brought her
up with him. He put his hands on each
side of her
breasts and pushed
them together, creating a tempting
cleavage.
Buffy's head dropped back as his
tongue glided
wetly over her nipples.
"Yes," she hissed. "More."
"More?" he asked. "You want me to
suck them?"
Buffy's
heart lurched in her chest when
he closed his lips around one hard peak,
suckling it as his tongue drew circles
around
it in his mouth.
In a matter of moments, Spike reduced
her to a panting, writhing armful of sexual
energy.
"God,
you taste good," he said, lifting
his head as he squeezed and fondled
her warm breasts, sweeping his thumbs
over
both nipples. "Such a pretty girl."
Moving one hand down to her rear, he
nudged her lower body up against his,
grinding
his erection against her.
Buffy returned the pressure, and it was
his turn to gasp.
She cupped his face in
her hands. "You
aren't gonna make a run for it if I ask you
to take me upstairs, are you?"
He stood up and pulled
her to her feet,
then picked her up and carried her
to her bedroom.
Buffy laughed as she was unceremoniously
tossed
on her bed. She sat up, beckoning
him with one finger.
When he was standing at the foot of the bed,
she scooted
down and began to work at his
belt buckle as he unbuttoned his shirt.
Between the two of them, he was undressed
in
record time. Placing one knee on the bed,
he removed her top, then pushed her down
onto her back.
He pulled her
pajama bottoms down and off,
tossing them onto the ever increasing pile of
clothes on the floor.
As he crawled
up her body, Buffy looked
down and her eyes got bigger when she
saw what he had for her.
She felt a churning
in her insides.
"See...that's what you do to me," he
said. "From the second I first saw
you. No girl ever made
me so hard,
so quickly."
She tried to move her hand down and
take hold of him, but he eluded her.
"Not
yet," he chided, moving back down
her body. "There are things I need to do
first."
He parted her legs, then settled
his head
between her thighs and licked her hard,
from bottom to top.
Her entire body strained upwards, until
the
only part of her touching the mattress
was the back of her head and her heels.
The pleasure was so intense that
it could
quite easily become pain, but he never
let that happen.
Buffy's eyes were hazy with one sen-
sation
after another as he tongued her
thoroughly.
She lifted herself, leaning on her elbows
as she looked down to
watch what he
was doing.
Her eyes locked with his as he worked
over her, lashing her with rough strokes
of
his tongue, then pushing it deeply inside
of her, moving it around.
When he began to thrust it in and out
of
her, mimicking intercourse, her hips
began to rise and fall, matching his
rhythm.
It was only seconds before
orgasm ex-
ploded through her body, making it tremble
and jerk.
He continued licking her, bringing her
down
gently, drinking every bit of the
juices her body was producing so
copiously.
She arched and twisted in his
hands,
and he finally allowed her to escape his
grasp.
Spike sat up between her splayed thighs,
wiping his
face and smiling. "You look com-
pletely debauched," he informed her.
Buffy opened her eyes and smiled back
at
him. "I do?"
"You do," he said. "Like a rose that's
been thoroughly plucked."
Her smile widened. "Thoroughly
what?"
"Plucked," he repeated clearly.
"Oh," she giggled. "I thought you said..."
"No. Not yet." Sliding
his hands beneath
her legs, he pulled her towards him as
he sat back on his heels. "But soon."
Buffy sucked in
a deep breath and held
it as he rubbed the head of his shaft against
her opening, teasing her with it.
She sat
up a little and pushed his hand
away. "I want to do that."
He gave her a pleased look and gave
way.
His
hips jerked a little at this first touch,
and he groaned softly, stroking her thighs.
"You must like this," Buffy
said with a
naughty smile. Drops of semen appeared
from the slit in the tip of his cock, and she
used her thumb
to smear them back into his
achingly rigid member.
"Oh, I do," he assured her. "Even more...because
you're doing
it...ahh, fuck...Buffy...I've wanted
this for so long...wanted to feel your hands on
me, those little baby fingers wrapped
around
my cock...so warm and so soft...squeezing
it...sliding up and down...just pumping me
faster...and..."
Buffy
studied the steely rod in her hand. "It's
so hard."
He chuckled. "It works better when it's hard."
Another
bead of semen oozed out and she wiped
it away with her finger, then looked him right
in the eye and licked it off.
Spike's
jaw clenched as he concentrated on
not coming right then and there. It was probably
the most erotic thing he'd ever
seen.
"Mmm...Buffy. Your sweet mouth...I want it on
me...on my cock," he whispered. "Please,
baby? Please do
it...for me..."
She urged him down on his back, moving
into a comfortable position. His erection
jerked in
her hand as she placed a kiss on
the tip, her tongue probing the cleft.
Dragging her tongue up and down the
hard
column, she teased him with a light
touch.
He raised his upper body into the same
position she'd been in moments
ago,
watching with an avid gaze.
"Come on, baby," he pleaded. "Do it...suck
me...ahh...yeah...like that...a little
harder...oh,
yeah...that's good...ahh fuck, baby...you're
amazing..."
This verbal foreplay was arousing Buffy
as much as her mouh on his cock was
arousing Spike.
None of the three lovers she'd had ever
said such things
to her. She'd heard en-
dearments, and vows of love, and lavish
compliments, but never this raw and
explicit commentary.
Spike,
though, seemed to be fluent in
this new language. He was so good
at it that just his words alone were
causing fresh
wetness to flow from her
sex.
Unable to maintain the position, he dropped
back on the bed. His eyes closed, and
he
immediately tangled his fingers in her hair,
helping her slide up and down on his cock.
"Oh, yeah...oh, God...Buffy...that's
my
girl...let me...fuck your mouth...so good,
baby...perfect..."
When she felt his sac tightening, he
made
her stop, pulling her up and rolling
her onto her back.
Without hesitating, she spread her legs
wide as he moved
on top of her and reached
down to position himself.
She took in a deep breath when she felt
the slow tightness
of his penetration. It
had been a long time since she'd had a
man, and although her body and his mouth
had provided
the necessary lubrication, she
still felt stretched.
Spike eased into her a little at a time, his
eyes shut tightly
as he held on to the con-
trol he'd mustered up from somewhere inside
of him.
When he was completely buried in
her, he
opened his eyes and looked down at her.
"Buffy," he said in a strained voice. "Am I
hurting you, baby?
Tell me if I am."
She shook her head. "I'm fine," she assured
him, placing her hands on his hips to keep
him
from moving. "Just be still for a second."
He smiled at her. "Let me help." Shifting
his weight to one arm, he touched
her lips
with his finger. "Open your mouth, babe."
Buffy obeyed, and he slid his finger between
her lips. She
took it eagerly, licking and
sucking on it until it was wet.
Afraid that her sucking might set him off,
he removed
his finger and sent it down
to the place where their bodies had merged.
Easily finding what he was looking for,
he
rubbed his wet finger against it.
Buffy nearly screamed at the intensity of the
pleasure. Sliding her own
hands down and
around, she dug her nails into his ass and
shut her eyes.
Her body released another flood of
slick
fluid, and she moaned softly in his ear,
begging him.
"That's good...that's just lovely...I'm ready
for
you...go on...yes...yes..."
He watched her expressive features as he
began to thrust, slowly...slowly...in...then
back
out, almost all the way...then in again.
"Fuck...fuck...baby, you're so tight...so
wet and tight around me...I
can feel you
squeezing my cum out of me...make it
tighter...fuck me back, Buffy...fuck me..."
Her hips began
to rise and fall, compli-
menting his rythmn, matching him thrust
for thrust.
"Deeper," she moaned. "Go in deeper...oh,
please...feels
so good and I'm so close...I
want it...do it, Spike...give it to me...all of
you...I want all of you..."
"Buffy..."
he choked out. "Take it, baby...take
it all...s'all for you...for your sweet little
pussy..."
"Unh...uhn...uhn..."
Buffy grunted with each
slam of his pelvis.
He moved one hand beneath her, then lifted
her lower body, holding
it in place as he moved
faster.
Bending his head, he took one breast in his
mouth and sucked hard, feeling the
delicious
contraction of her sex with every pull.
When he sensed the beginning of her climax,
he redoubled his
efforts, pounding into her
with primal force.
Taking his mouth from her breast, he
rasped, "Open your eyes,
baby...I want to
see them when...you...come..."
Her lashes fluttered open, and she met his
lust filled gaze with
hers. "Kiss me," she
entreated.
Spike lowered his head and covered her
mouth with his, his tongue searching for
hers,
wanting to play.
She caught it in her mouth, then sucked on it
as hard as she could.
Suddenly, he pulled
back, his eyes wide as
he stared at her.
"Baby...I'm gonna come...can't stop..."
"Don't stop," she said,
her head thrashing
on the pillow. "Never stop...never, never,
never..."
With a snarl that would have sent most
people
running for the nearest plane, train, or auto-
mobile out of town, Spike began the rapid
thrusts that would
trigger his ejaculation.
"You ready, girl?" he whispered in a tortured
voice. "Ready to come?"
Buffy dug
her nails into his back, almost
hard enough to draw blood. "I'm...yes...I'm
ready...unh... now...now...now...yes...do
it...now...now..NOW...NOWWWW...yes, so
good...ahhh..."
The moment before his own release, he saw
her eyes
briefly lose focus with the force of
her orgasm. Pumping faster than ever, he
rammed himself in.
"Yes, baby...do
it...do it with me...that's
right...my baby...my sweetest little baby.."
His body locked up, straining as he came
harder
than he'd ever done before, filling her to over-
flowing, his semen spewing into her.
As his seed left
his body, all of his strength
went with it, and he collapsed into Buffy's
arms.
She held him tightly against
her, petting him,
stroking the back of his neck and his tight
shoulders, telling him how much he'd pleased
her..how
wonderful he'd made her feel...that it
had never been so good before.
Spike raised his head and smiled at her. "You're
mine,
now, Buffy.
"Yes," she replied happily. "And YOU'RE mine."
"That's right." He buried his face in her fragrant
hair.
"All yours, baby...."
They laid together in contented silence, until
she gently nudged him.
"Spike...?"
"You
want me to get off?"
"No...no, you're fine right here. It's just that
I couldn't help noticing..."
He lifted
his head. "Noticing what, honey?"
Buffy blushed a little. "You're...you're still...ready."
Spike grinned. "Didn't
I ever tell you about that?"
Her eyes widened, becoming as round as silver
dollars. "I'm almost positive you didn't."
"Well,"
he said modestly. "Let me explain. You see,
luv...vampires..."
He leaned down and began whispering in her ear.
"Really?"
she asked.
"Mm-hmm."
She was silent for a moment, considering
what he'd said.
"THAT many times, huh?"
He
nodded. "Bare minimum. Now, personally,
I've never tried for MORE than that, but
if you want to take a shot at it..."
"Hold
it, Romeo," she said, pushing him
back a little. "I may be the slayer, but I'm
still only human."
"Meaning?"
he asked, his eyes dancing
with laughter.
"MEANING...let's start with half that amount
and see how it goes."
"I
guess I can live with that," he said, rolling
over until she was stretched out on top
of him.
Buffy sighed. "I
only hope I can."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later...
"Are you asleep?"
"No. Who
wants to waste time sleep-
ing?" Spike tightened his arms, keeping
her close.
"There's something I need to tell
you. I
know I...well, I should have told you before
but..."
He raised his head. "Is it something terrible
that
I'm not gonna want to hear?"
"No!" She frowned. "I mean..I don't THINK
so..."
"Then tell me, sweetheart,"
he prompted.
**Say it...don't be such a coward. HE said
it to YOU...now you damn well say it back!!**
She
took a deep breath. "I love you..I know
I should have said it before...and I don't really
have an excuse...I just..."
He
opened his mouth to say something, but
she pressed one finger against his lips.
"Wait...let me say this." He nodded,
and she
moved her hand to caress the side of his face.
"I love you. You're all I think about...all I dream
about.
You're in my gut...you're in my
throat...and you fill up my heart." She leaned
down and touched her lips lightly to
his,
then closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm
drowning in you..."
After a long kiss, she pulled back and smiled
shyly.
"Please don't say all those mean things
that I said to YOU."
Spike was staring at her in amazement. "I can't
believe
you remember that. God...you were so
mad at me."
"I know," she said, hiding her face against
his shoulder.
"But I never forgot it...that's gotta
count for something, right?"
He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "It
counts
for everything, baby." Placing one
finger under her chin, he made her look at him.
"Thank you for saying it."
"Thank
you," wasn't exactly the response she'd
been hoping to hear. Something like, "I love you,
too," or "I can't live without
you" Either of those
would be better than "Gee, thanks."
"So," she said, trying to sound casual. "Do
YOU still
love ME?"
"More than ever," he said, giving her hair a
gently tug.
She waited for more. "But do you still
respect
me?"
"Well...no, but..."
"WHAT?" she yelped, pummeling his chest
as he laughed. "Very funny."
He
caught her fists and held her off. "Don't
beat up the man who loves you, Slayer."
"Then don't give me smart mouth...VAMPIRE!"
"How
about this kind of mouth?" he asked,
pulling her down and kissing her senseless.
"Oh, that's much better," she
panted when
he released her. "Kissy mouth is much nicer
than smart mouth."
He fondled her hair. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Someday,"
he said, smiling in a slightly
evil manner, "I'm going to ply you with cham-
pagne and we're gonna do last night all
over
again."
"Oh, we are, huh?"
"Yes. BUT...next time, I'm gonna take every
bit of that advantage you
so charmingly offered
me."
"Do you mean to say that I won't have to
force myself on you?"
He rolled her
over in bed, until she was
beneath him. "In fact," he said. "I believe
I'll take a little of that advantage right now."
"Take
as much as you want," she offered. "For
you, I have an endless supply."
Outside, the rain began to fall.
THE
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