Rating note: This piece is rated NC-17 for the depiction of mature and

consensual sex between two people who love each other. If you are not of

age to legally read this, stop now and come back when you're older. <G>

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Tender Moments

By: Tiffany

E-Mail me at: iangr@msn.com

Spike woke just as the sun fell from the sky. Buffy's face was the first

thing that he saw, her hair splayed across the pillow like sunlight. In her

sleep, the intensity that was the core of her being softened. In sleep she

looked venerable and angelic. Emotions welled up inside him like a swift

current. She had come to him willingly and had trusted him enough to fall

asleep in his arms. He knew in that moment that he never loved her more and

couldn't live without her.

He had been aware of her beside him throughout the day while he slept. Her

hair brushing against his cheek like the finest silk. Her arm resting

across his chest, the warmth of her skin penetrating the cold that enveloped

him. The slow and steady beat of her heart had soothed him like a mother's

lullaby. And the one slender leg that nestled so intimately between his had

fueled his desire for her all the more.

She stirred in his arms, her eyelids fluttering open and smiled at him.

"Good morning" her voice still rough with sleep.

"Luv, you have no idea what it means to me, to wake up and find you here

beside Me." his voice raw with emotion.

For an answer, Buffy covered his mouth with her own and kissed him tenderly

before snuggling her head back down on his shoulder. Spike rolled onto his

side, and needing to feel her closer to him, pulled her in tight against his

chest.

"Spike, I'm so sorry about last night." Buffy began "It's just..."

Spike made a little shushing sound and murmured "Don't worry about it, Luv.

You're here with me now and that's what matters."

"But it does matter, Spike. I hurt you." she looked up at him with tears

glistening in her eyes and added fervently "I promise I'll never hurt you

like that again. I'm so sorry, please forgive me for being so silly?"

Spike looked sternly at Buffy and said, "I'll have no more of this. You

have nothing to feel bad about. You had doubts about me, about us, as well

you should. I've not given you much reason to trust me yet. We were mortal

enemies not all that long ago."

Buffy placed little kisses all along his neck, eliciting a small groan from

Spike. He in turn ran a hand up and down her arm, hip and thigh before

tracing lazy circles across her back.

Buffy reached up and caressed his cheek with her hand. Spike instinctively

nuzzled into her palm before turning his head and kissing it tenderly.

Gently, she trailed her fingertips across his forehead to trace the faint

white scar on his brow, then brushed his lips with her own. Spike drew her

closer and deepened the kiss.

With a sigh, Buffy melted against him, her hand sliding down his bare chest,

down over his stomach, inching ever so slowly downwards. Spike gasped as

her hand stroked him and Buffy grinned broadly.

"I should have guessed that you didn't wear anything to bed." she quipped

still running her hand up and down his length.

"Well, Luv, you never know when a beautiful young lass might crawl into bed

with you." he stated very matter-of-factly before bursting out laughing.

The laughter died on his lips when he saw the serious look on her face.

"What is it, Pet? You know I was only kidding, right?"

Wordlessly, Buffy rose and moved a few feet from the bed. Spike began to

follow her but stopped when she put her hand up, motioning him to stay put.

He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again when she winked at him.

It was then that he noticed a hint of mischief in her eyes and he breathed

a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but he had the feeling

he would find out soon enough.

As Spike lounged back on the bed, Buffy began to slowly pull her shirt over

her head. Her movements were fluid, sensual as she removed each article of

clothing. Then, standing before him in utter nakedness, she ran her hands

delicately over her body, stroking her breasts, stomach and thighs. Never

in all his years had Spike wanted anyone, like he wanted her at that very

moment. Never could he have imagined that she would be standing before him

tempting him, teasing him.

Spike rose from the bed and embraced her naked form. "You are so

beautiful, Slayer. I don't deserve to have you here with me."

"Make love to me Spike. Please?" she whispered

Spike lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, gently and

reverently setting her down upon it. Buffy stretched out her arms and he

sheathed himself in her welcome embrace. Desire coursed through her veins

like fire. Running her fingers through his hair Buffy kissed him with all

the passion in her heart. Her hands skimmed his back and his body, boldly

exploring, learning what made him smile, what made him groan with delight.

Buffy gazed into his eyes and felt the heat of her own desire reflected back

tenfold. With a low groan, Spike gently buried himself deep within her.

Time seemed to stop as their bodies became one. His hands caressed her,

igniting little fires every place he touched. Moving in time to an age old

rhythm, she met him thrust for thrust slowly building tension in her core.

"Buffy...Buffy...Buffy..." He whispered her name slowly over and over in

her ear. Not Slayer, not Pet, not Luv, Buffy.

Hearing her name on his lips sent her over the edge. She called his name as

waves of pleasure crashed over her and rippled though her being. She felt

Spike convulse one last time before the shudders of delight wracked his body

as well.

He sighed deeply and buried his head in the crook of her neck, basking in

the afterglow. "I love you, Spike." she whispered softly in his ear. He

rose up on his elbows and stared down at her for a second. "What did you

say?" he asked, sure that he had heard her wrong.

"I love you." she stated again simply. "I'm not afraid of what you are. I

love you for who you are and I believe in the power of your love for me."

Rolling onto his side, he cradled her in his arms and held her tightly as

if she might just disappear and this would all be just another dream.

"I love you too, Pet" he murmured as he pulled the blanket over them once

more "I love you too."

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The end

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