Building Bridges





By PassionFish





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A/N: Prologue: http://www.sabershadowkat.com/buffy/truce.html Do read – not only is it an excellent piece, but it’ll explain how they fell into bed with each other!





Summary: What might have happened after their truce was declared...





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"Buffy? You in there?"



Willow's tired voice entered into Buffy and Spike's lust-fuzzy brains' just moments before he was about to take her again.



Buffy broke away from Spike's lips, "Yeah, Willow. Just a minute."



Spike rolled off her, quickly dressing. Buffy's eye's darted to the window and she sent up silent thanks that she'd had enough mind to open it when they'd moved to the bed. She had just managed to get up and wrap her discarded robe around her, when she was spun around. The vampire brutally attacked her mouth, the promise of future passion woven into the kiss. As soon as it was started it ended. Spike climbed quickly out of the window and nimberly jumped to the ground below, rolling expertly on impact in order not to injure himself.



The slayer rushed to cupboard and hastily put on a pair of knickers in an attempt to stop their combined fluids slipping out of her.



She crossed the room and opened the door for the sleepy looking witch.



"Sorry, Wills - I was half asleep."



"Its okay - how come it was double locked?" The red head moved to her desk, dumping her heavy bag down upon it.



"I thought you'd stay at Oz's tonight - what happened?"



"Full moon." Willow replied, frowning at the slayer. "Buffy are you alright, you look...different."



"I'm fine." Buffy responded with a smile then frowned. "Different?"



"Not bad-different, just a little flushed." Willow hastily corrected.



"I was kinda hot." Buffy replied indicating the open window. *So, fucking hot! *



The witch's eyes travelled to the window then back at the slayer, nodding in understanding. Willow regarded her friend as she crossed to her mirror. The robe she was wearing was worn rather haphazardly. She didn't look like a girl who was half-asleep.



Buffy looked at the person staring back at her and held back a giggle at the satisfied expression that formed her features. Her face was flushed and her eyes appeared to sparkle. She retrieved the brush and turned to face Willow, who was dressing for bed.



The slayer sat down on her bed and began to brush out the tangles Spike's fingers had left.



The finally ready witch climbed into her bed and looked over at the slayer who was gazing at nothing, a slight smile on her lips as she combed her nearly dry hair.



"So, what happened with Oz?"



"Full Moon." Willow repeated, sitting up in bed. "Buffy, are you sure you're okay - you just asked me that."



Buffy gave Willow a sheepish grin, placing the brush on her nightstand. She turned down the badly made bed, and slipped under the covers.

"Sorry, Wills - I'm really tired. Long slay-night."



Willow nodded, finally understanding. Sometimes Buffy got like this; like after a really vigorous fight. Her over-active brain at peace she turned off her light, turning over to face the other wall.

"Night, Buffy." She said through a yawn, falling into a deep sleep before she could even hear the slayer's reply.



"Night." Buffy responded in kind, switching off her own light and snuggling under the covers. She inhaled deeply, the distinctive scent of the peroxide vampire she'd spent the better part of the night fucking hitting her senses. She smiled. Attempting not to long for a pair of cold, strong arms to hold her, she slipped asleep.



***



Spike's blacked out Desoto pulled up outside a pretty decent looking hotel in the 'good' part of town. He looked around for the expected sign stating that he'd need to park his own car when a twenty-something tapped on the window.



Spike rolled it down. "Yeah?"



"I can park your car if you like, sir." The valet said with a polite smile, moving back as the vampire got out of the car and handed him the keys.



"The bags in the back."



_-_-_





"Room 48." The thin redheaded receptionist said through a smile of deep crimson lipstick, handing Spike the keys to his room as she batted her eyes at him. "Forth floor."



Spike gave her his patented sexy smile and took the pro-offered keys. Moments later the valet returned and handed Spike his car keys and the black duffle bag.



"Its in space 15." The valet said, waiting for his tip.



"Thanks mate." The vampire said, reluctantly tipping the small man five dollars.





***



Buffy spun her stake carelessly as she walked through one of Sunnyhell's many cemeteries. It had been one dream filled night since her carnal tête-à-tête with her mortal enemy and much as she hated to admit it she rather liked the idea of their newfound 'truce'.



Her spider senses tingled, informing her of a nearby vamp and she readied herself for confrontation. She rounded the corner of trees and stopped stock-still at the vampire she was presented with. She felt that telltale flood of wetness already begin to seep out of her, soaking her panties, at the fire she saw burning in his eyes. Her entire being sang for him and she could hear his call in return.



A split second elapsed before the blonde vampire grabbed the slayer roughly to his body, grasping her ass to lift her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist as her mouth found his.



He turned and staggered ten feet, slamming her into a mausoleum. Buffy's hands held his mouth to hers as his hand moved to her top. She was wearing a pink cardigan over a thin-strapped top. Impatiently, Spike ripped open the over-shirt; his hands roughly caressing her breasts as buttons flew to the damp grass below them. He slipped his mouth from hers. His lips travelled down over her jugular and down to her chest.



He kissed and licked the swell of her breasts that was enhanced by his demanding hands. Buffy moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the tombstones and out into the night. She lowered her hands, unsnapping her lover's jeans. Spike growled against her chest as her warm hand began lightly stroking him.



As he lowered his head to her nipple, he reached down to push down her pants. Ripping away her panties he thrust into her, eliciting a shriek of pleasure as he hit her clit. Slamming into her repeatedly, the two soon neared release. Spike bit down into her breast and growled loudly as he felt her climax begin. Her inner muscles fluttering around him and her warm, powerful blood in his mouth was more than enough to push him over the edge.



With a feral roar he came in hard spurts as Buffy's heart pounded against his chest. He retracted his fangs from her breast and collapsed against her, his own breathing unnecessarily erratic.



Eventually Spike raised his sated to gaze to meet Buffy's satisfied one and he smiled, kissing her tenderly. He broke away, reluctantly pulling out of her, placing her gently on the ground.



Spike pulled her top back down over her breasts and pulled up her pants. As she buttoned herself up he hastily redid his own fastenings. He looked down at her then pulled her lips back to his for a hard kiss that shocked the slayer in its possessiveness.



Pulling away for breath Buffy murmured as his lips began sliding down her neck and his hands back under her top. "I have to go patrol."



"Oh, well." Spike said in a mock-conciliatory concern as he continued to tease her.



Buffy half moaned, half sighed and brought up a hand to stroke the back of his head as his teeth and tongue stroked her neck. She spared a glance at her watch and her eyes bugged when she realised she was meant to meet Xander here in five minutes, and then off to the Bronze.



She spun them quickly; this time it was her pinning him against the side of the mausoleum as she attacked his mouth with her own. She thought she heard him purr but the sound was controlled so quickly she believed she must have imagined it.



Stepping back she lifted her bag from the ground, "I have to go meet Xander." She said in way of explanation before offering him a small smile and walking in the direction of Xander's house.



Spike frowned. He didn't like the sound of that. With a short growl he grabbed her wrist in an almost painful grip and spun her back around his mouth crashing down on hers, her arm pressed against her own back. Pulling away he watched for a moment as she tried to regain her breathing. "You're mine." He whispered against her lips before disappearing into the night.



Buffy staggered a little from the sudden loss of contact. She looked up as she heard Xander just around the corner and attempted to regain her equilibrium and not look like she'd just been fucked senseless by a vampire before meeting her friend.



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Building Bridges

'The Next Bit'

By PassionFish



Buffy was rudely awoken from a very pleasant dream the next morning by the witch's alarm clock. She listened, her eyes still closed, as the red head groaned and switched off the annoying sound. When she heard the door shut she sighed, slowly opening her eyes to the rays of the morning's sunshine that entered through the half open blinds.



She stretched her body, smiling at the twinges of her inner thigh muscles. Or rather at the memories that had caused them.



She got out of bed and walked to her cupboard to choose and outfit for the day before heading out for her own shower, her thoughts milling around what he'd said to her just before he left. *You're mine? *



_-_-_





Shower's having been taken the witch left the slayer to finish dressing while she went to get them some breakfast.



Buffy slipped on the low cut brown top over head, straightening the hem over her black cut-off trousers. She crossed to the mirror to survey her choice and gasped at her reflection.



Twin puncture holes stared back at her from their position on her upper left breast.



She'd forgotten that he'd bitten her.



"Shit." Buffy murmured, hastily rummaging through her wardrobe for a different top that would cover her chest - so that there would be no chance of anyone seeing.



At the back of her cupboard she found what she was looking for. Nearly sobbing in relief she replaced the brown top for the red one that covered up to the base of her neck and clung around her chest ensuring that it wouldn't slip down.



Fixing her hair and make-up the slayer left the room in a whoosh of vanilla perfume.

"Now, you NEVER patrol here." Buffy whispered to herself as she entered the woods near the edge of town.



For some reason her feet had carried her to all secluded areas that Sunnydale had to offer. So far she'd been able to give herself a reason for the beach, the hills looking over the motorway to LA and the woods at the other end of town.



*Having said that I have staked five vampires so not too much guilt, hey? * She almost convinced herself until she recalled her reason to be away from the town.



She stopped as she heard struggling about a hundred meters to her left. She took off at a quick jog, thankful for the distraction from the direction by which her thoughts were headed.



_-_-_





"Where the fuck are you Slayer?" Spike growled quietly into the night as he moved through the woodland.



He'd been looking for her for nearly two hours. The bronze. The university campus. The watcher's house. Most of the graveyards.



He had considered leaving it for a few days until he saw her but when the very thought of being buried inside her gave him a raging hard on that nothing would subdue he decided that for his own sanity he had to have her as soon as the sun set.



He was about to try the beach when his vampire senses twitched in time for his to deliver a sharp back kick to the commando behind him.



The soldier's gun fell to the ground meters behind him and he scrambled for it but the vampire kicked him in the stomach. Spike hauled him to his feet, about to sink his fangs into the man's neck when he shouted. He cried out a name and three other commandos’ came out of the trees, each one firing a blast of electricity at the vampire.



The unconscious vampire fell to the ground, his body still shaking, and dropped the commando, his head cracking on a tree root knocking him out. The three remaining men closed in on them. One moved to lift up the fallen soldier the other moving to collect their bounty.



Buffy delivered a sharp sidekick to the back of one head, rendering the man unconscious. Her other leg shot out kicking the gun out the second's hands as she threw her full strength into her right hand. The punch sent the man flying into a tree meters away, knocking him out as well.



The slayer turned to the final threat who had just dropped his friend, and was currently attempting to load his gun. Buffy kicked him in the balls and he bent down to cup himself she grabbed his head; slammed her knee into his face rendering him unconscious.



Buffy looked around at the strewn commando-dressed guys before finally on the blond vampire. She hastily moved to his side, kneeing by his head as fear encompassed her.



"Spike?" She said, running her hand across his cheek.



When one of the commando's stirred slightly she realised the danger of their position. Using her slayer strength she hooked her arms under his knees and behind his back and lifted him up.



She looked worriedly up at the sky and then around the wood. All she could see was trees. *The sun'll be up soon. *



The same commando groaned just as Buffy spotted a cave on the horizon. She hurried off toward the cave that she hoped was big enough for the both of them and would hide Spike from the sunlight.



***



Spike awoke slowly, gingerly opening his eyes. He closed them quickly as the pain in his head increased.



Allowing his true face to take over he surveyed his surroundings. He was lying on a cold, hard floor - a cave, he supposed. His head was on something soft and warm. Spike inhaled and frowned as the scent of the slayer hit his senses. There was a steady beat rolling around the room.



*Her heartbeat. * He thought, placing the gentle sound.



He sat up with a little difficulty and slowly opened his eyes. He slowly turned over his wrist. It was midday. He glanced at the entrance and noted that the sun barely brushed the entrance meaning that he should be safe.



Buffy sighed in her sleep and the vampire turned his attention to her. Why was she here? *Why the fuck am I here?!*



All he remembered was looking for the slayer with the intention of shagging her brains out. And then being about to eat some bloke. Then a lot of fucking pain.



*And waking up in her lap. * He thought, his eyes moving to the slayer. She was sat against the stone wall, her legs straight out in front of her. There was a stake next to her - ironic since a vampire's head had been right next to it.



"That can't be comfortable." He murmured to himself.



He removed his leather jacket and spread it out on the floor away from the sun. He gently lifted the slayer in his arms, placing her carefully on the make shift bed. The replete Slayer didn't even wake at the movement.



When his headache came back in full force and all he felt was drowsy he eyed the opening to the cave one last time before deciding it was definitely safe. He lay next to the slayer. Buffy's leg brushed against his and he could feel her warmth through his jeans. He groaned slightly, pulling the slayer into his arms; adoring her small heated body next to his.



Buffy's arm flopped over his chest with the movement and in her sleep she slipped one of her legs in between his. She sighed, snuggling into the crook of his arm.



*It's only so she doesn't get cold. * The vampire told himself just before sleep claimed him.



***



Buffy woke up around five hours later. Since she'd only gone to sleep a few hours before the vampire had woken up she'd slept longer then she normally did - her body attempting to recuperate for the very late night.



She blinked a few times before becoming aware of her surroundings. She was kinda cold - well, there was a draft coming from the direction her feet were pointing. She was half on top of someone who had no heartbeat.



Before her 'slayer' could stress her out she remembered the previous night and snuggled closer into the embrace.



*Wait a minute, why am I on him? * She asked herself, a frown forming between her eyebrows.



As Spike's arms tightened around her, pulling her further into his surprisingly gentle embrace the slayer decided she didn't care and closed her eyes again.



_-_-_





Moments later they shot back open. *How the hell am I going to explain this to...well, ANYONE?!?* The reality of her situation sunk in as she realised that she'd been gone, from her dorm room, from her home. Hadn't called anyone, hadn't attended any classes.



"Oh shit!" She murmured, collecting her thoughts. "I gotta go..." She whispered to the air and began to get up.



As soon as she was about to get off the coat-like-bed a strong, cold hand gripped her wrist and tugged her back down. She landed on top of Spike and before she could say anything the vampire pulled her lips to his.



His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring its contours. The kiss was softer then any they'd shared - tender, as though their lips were meeting for the first time.



Buffy moved her legs either side of his waist, leaning her weight on her knees as she moved her hands to hold his face as they kissed. Spike trailed his hands down her shoulders, her back, and her waist. They skimmed her buttocks, moving down the backs of her thighs. As they passed the hem of her skirt they slid up it, grasping her ass as she rocked against him.



Buffy moaned and ground herself down into his erection. Spike growled deep within his chest and began removing the slayer of her clothing as she divested him of his. Once all their clothing lay in a pile beneath them Spike gently lay Buffy down on the makeshift bed.



He smiled gently at her and ducked his head to kiss her, moving so he lay half over her. He heard Buffy moan and smiled into the kiss, trailing his hand from her hair to her naked body, running down to play with her breasts before finding her warmth. She mewled into his kiss as he brought to orgasm and she broke away from his lips to breath his name as she tumbled over.



He kissed and licked his way down her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat, smiling at the low moan of pleasure that fell from her lips at his actions. Moving lower, he caught first one nipple then the other in between his teeth, sucking on each one, before moving his mouth away, nibbling on the ends.



He was about to move lower when she flipped them so that she was on top. He groaned as her wet, hot body rubbed erotically against his rock hard shaft. She blazed her way down his body, using her tongue and teeth to tease him. Spike hissed as she slid her hot mouth over his cock, sucking slightly before moving out, grazing him with her teeth. She repeated her actions, each time tightening the pressure of her lips, until he exploded in her mouth.



Flashing colours shot passed Spike's tightly closed lids as he thrust up, trying not to hurt her. Swallowing quickly, she moved him out of her completely, moving up his body to capture his lips again, forcing him to taste himself. He lowered his hand, positioning himself at her opening before thrusting up into her, both gasping in pleasure as Buffy's muscles tightened around him. Continuing to kiss him, Buffy moved up and down, loving the position and the feeling she got out of it - feeling him fill her completely each time she lowered her self on him.



It didn't take long for them to both give in and go over the edge, each with their lover's name upon their lips. Collapsing fatigued on Spike's chest, Buffy closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his cool fingertips trailing patterns on her back.



***



It had grown dark by the time the lover's had left the safety of the cave and they slowly made their way out of the forest. At the edge of the collection of trees, Spike tugged on the hand that was in his and pulled the slayer to him. His mouth came down on hers and she moaned pushing her body up against his.



They reluctantly parted, Spike to hunt and Buffy to think of a cover story.



Both for her absence and the mark on her neck.



A/N: So sorry its taken me so long to update this fic - I hope the smut made up for it! Enjoy, read and review!!!

And The Next Bit....



Buffy had arrived 'home' to a cacophony of concern. After having solved her second problem by buying a rather beautiful red scarf on the way home, she decided to stick to as close to the truth as possible.



She'd met the commando guys. They tried to zap her. She got away. She fell. (Little fallacy) She hit her head, felt dizzy and spent the night in a out of reach cave. Sorry.



Buffy sighed in relief as Willow finally pulled Xander away, giving the slayer some time to re-group. She was this close to knocking Xander out. Honestly, he was getting like a parent what with all his accusatory questioning. "Wanker." Buffy growled under her breath, then jumped, startled by the knocking on the front door.



She crossed the room and accepted the thin-stemmed red rose and folded slip of paper with a frown and thanked the delivery boy and shut the door. Moving back to her bed she lifted the rose petals to her nose, inhaling the delicate fragrance as she unfolded the note, examining the unfamiliar hand.



She frowned then smiled and moved to retrieve her shower things, intent on washing before she left. The note was replaced on the bed, the flower just next to it.



Sunnydale Hotel.



I know you don't have classes tomorrow.

Room 48. Forth floor.

Midnight.



***



Buffy sighed and straightened down the thin satin dress that hung around her body. She'd left a note for Willow saying she'd be at her mother's and not to worry before leaving the dorms.



The surprisingly impressive hotel loomed before her. She took a step, then paused before cursing her anxiety and walking into the foyer. She gratefully noted that there was no hotel staff about, ready to deny her access, and headed for the elevator.



The doors pinged open on the forth floor and Buffy stepped out into the carpeted hallway. The glanced at the door in front of her and then to her left before determining that 48 must be down the hallway to the right.



The slayer raised her hand to knock on the door and then jumped slightly as a soft kiss was placed on her neck just above the scarf by cool, firm lips. One leather-covered arm wrapped itself around her waist while the other hand moved to unlock the door as he continued to kiss her neck.



Spike pushed open the door, silently urging the slayer to walk in before closing it behind them. He dropped the keys and his jacket on the table by the door before pulling the slayer into his arms. As his mouth met hers', he lifted one hand to unwind the silk from Buffy's neck. It fell soundlessly to the floor, forgotten as the vampire lifted the slayer in his arms and carried her to the bed.



***



Buffy smiled peacefully and snuggled back in her sleep. Spike kissed the top of her head, pulling her further into his embrace, possessively enclosing her body with his own.



It was three am. Nearly two hours until sun-up. If Spike thought about it, Sunnydale probably wasn't the best place for a vampire to live. What with the late sun downs and early sun-ups. Why would one want to come here, never mind return?



The slayer moaned his name in her sleep, holding his arms tighter around her body, and he smiled.



"This is a pretty good reason." He murmured, and ducked his head pressing a kiss to the fresh bite mark on her neck. He couldn't believe that she actually let him bite her, never mind actually bare her neck for him.



His eyes roamed her neck, wondering why he felt no desire to drain her. Surely, having tasted her blood (which was sweeter than any other slayer) the demon inside him would have wanted to at least.



But no. The demon just seemed sated with the knowledge his mark was on her neck. No part of that made sense. Or at least not the sense he was ready to admit.



***



Buffy sighed contentedly as the hard spray massaged down her back, warming her fatigued body. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool tiled shower unit.



Spike smiled as he watched her. He swallowed convulsively as she bent down to retrieve the complimentary bottle. His eyes roamed over her naked form as she raised her arms to lather her hair in shampoo. She turned to wash the suds out of her hair and he inhaled sharply. Her eyes still closed she leant back against the tiles and sighed.



The vampire slipped inside the shower cubical, pressing his body against hers as he began to kiss her.



Spike pulled her up to his eye level and her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of her hot, wet core. Spike slipped his mouth from the watery golden skin of her breasts up to claim her mouth again in an attempt to quieten her cries of pleasure. Buffy moaned loudly against his mouth as he rocked his hips forward on to her clit.



She could feel her impending orgasm and as his mouth moved to her neck she bit down on his shoulder, hard. With a strangled shout of her name Spike came, sinking his fangs into her neck. At the touch of his fangs Buffy came, screaming his name.



Spike moaned as her powerful blood flowed over his tongue and he lowered a hand between them, fingering her slippery clit. Within seconds she came again calling his name out once more. Spike slid them down to the floor of the tub; her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, his cock still deep within her quivering core. As he lay back against the bath Buffy collapsed against him. He retracted his fangs, and as he carefully soothed the bite with his tongue



He eventually removed his head from her neck and Buffy pressed her body further onto his as he kissed her again. Using the arm that wasn't around Buffy, Spike steadied himself, pushing them into a standing position.



He wrapped a towel around the slayer's shivering form and quickly dried himself off. Both reasonably dry they adopted the two plush beige robes hanging on the back of the door and crossed back to the bed.



Buffy picked up the remote as she slid back under the covers, sliding the now damp robe off her now dry body. She giggled, looking down at her belly and making a shushing sound as her stomach rumbled and flicked on the television.



"Hungry, pet?" Spike picked up the menu from the bedside table and passed it to her.



"Mmmm, thanks." Buffy accepted the menu and threw her legs over the other side of the bed and crossed to the phone on the little glass table. She was shocked by the offer but tried to act as normal as possible as well as control her fast-beating heart. Picking up she dialled the kitchens taking a shaky breath, asking for some breakfast and leaving the room number at the desk.



She crawled back onto the bed and sat, looking at Spike who was towel drying his short hair. *This is insane.* She watched a water droplet slide down his naked chest, her eyes moving lower. She swallowed heavily and dragged her eyes up to his just as he looked at her. "So, this is a step-up from a crypt." She commented.



"Figured I could do with a change."



"How about a different hair colour? You've had that...for what? Thirty years. You gotta be bored of it. How about I re-dye it? There’s some great..."



"Not a fucking chance, love!" Spike growled at her, flopping back onto the bed.



"Someone’s touchy about their bleached locks!" Buffy giggled as he growled at her then let out a little squeal when she saw a film she recognised on the movie channels.



"What?" Spike asked, unconsciously drawing her into his chest before he began nuzzling at the base of her throat.



Buffy sighed at the attention and leaned into his touch, "I like the movie."



"Which one?" Spike looked up then scowled at the TV. screen. "No bloody way! Give me the remote, pet. I'm not watching that."



He made a grab for the remote but she eluded him. Spike attempted to wrestle the remote away from the slayer but she held it tightly, wriggling out of his grasp. Spike tackled her, sending them both flying against the pillows as he began to tickle her.



The knock on the door broke into the slayer's hysterical giggles and the vampire pressed a hard kiss to her lips, removing the remote from her grasp as she lay breathless. Buffy sat up as he crossed the room and wrapped the discarded robe around her body, cringing at the dampness of the material.



Spike opened the door and withheld a frown when he found the redheaded receptionist carrying the breakfast tray.



"Hi, you ordered some, uh...breakfast?" She breathed, staring hotly into his eyes as she trailed one hand up and down the doorframe.



He could smell her arousal and inwardly Spike wondered how he was going to explain some horny receptionist to the slayer but Buffy's voice saved him.

"Spike? Who is it?"



"You're breakfast, love." Spike responded, attempting not to laugh at the woman’s' face as he beckoned her in.



The red head walked in, glared at the slayer before placing the tray on the chest at the bottom of the bed and walked out without another word, shutting the door behind her.



"What was that about?" Buffy frowned at the woman’s' hostility.



"Beats me."



"Most does." Buffy commented and Spike snorted as he tried to hold back unwarranted laughter at her quick answer.



Buffy reached forward and plucked a grape from the fruit bowl before snagging a piece of toast and lying back. Spike walked back to the bed and flopped down next to the slayer. Buffy threw the half eaten toast back onto the tray then attempted to lean forward to retrieve the glass of orange juice. She growled when she found she was trapped under the wet robe that was twisted around her body. After attempting several times to remove she finally impatiently tore it from her body.



"Better, love?" Spike asked sarcastically as the slayer lay back, juice in hand.



"Much, now give me the remote."



"No."



"No?" Buffy raised her eyebrows.



"No." Spike shook his head as though in need of something to strengthen the argument.



"Fine I'm off, see ya around." Buffy placed down her glass and made to move off the bed. She'd barely stood before Spike had her pinned under him.



"You're mine and you're not leaving over a fucking remote!" Spike growled, leaning down to give her a biting kiss.



When she broke for air, Buffy forced out the words as he slid inside her. "Possessive baby?"



"Very." Spike growled, claiming her lips again. Buffy whimpered and mewled against the force of his lips as he slammed into her over and over again. Spike could feel himself nearing release, but wanting her to come first he lowered his hand to her clit, flicking over the swollen nubbin.



Buffy ripped her lips from his to scream his name as she tightened like a vice around him and he clamped down on her neck as he too found his release.



***



"I don't like the whole, 'silver can kill you' but 'crosses don't do a thing' bit." Buffy stated half way through the film, , from her position on the bed; wrapped in Spike's arms. "Or the whole, 'sunblock'll make the whole thing vamoose'."



"I don't like it period." Spike grumbled, pissed off that he was watching this crap.



"Why ever not?" Buffy feigned ignorance and he growled at her causing her to laugh as she turned her head back to the television screen. Buffy watched as the black woman on the screen removed the two round plasters from the puncture holes on her neck and she frowned. "If you get turned you should die then rise then I stake you, not screw around with the whole did she 'catch' it thing." Buffy commented.



Spike leant down and gently kissed the mark on the slayers neck, smiling as Buffy arched back into him, tilting her neck in a way that showed complete trust in him. Trust that, by rights, she shouldn't have given and he shouldn't feel the need to prove he warranted.



"You know..." Buffy began, shivering as Spike's hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over the nipple.



"Hmmm?" The vampire asked, swirling his tongue across her shoulder and up her neck in intricate patterns.



"I'm not gonna be able to wear a scarf forever. They'll know something’s up."



"I'll be good." Spike purred against her throat as he nudged her legs apart, sliding slowly into her from behind.



"Fat chance." She hissed as he began to slowly move in and out of her and began to meet his thrust with her own, pushing herself back onto him. The gentleness of his lovemaking in complete contradiction to that just an hour or so before.



***



The annoying bleeping sound woke the slumbering Slayer at five pm. Buffy quickly switched off the noise, thankful that it hadn't woken Spike, and carefully retracted herself from his embrace.



She was just refastening her last earring when Spike woke up. He sleepily reached out beside him, frowning when his arm hit thin air. He sat up and looked across at Buffy who was combing her hair by the mirror.



"Where are you going?" He asked sleepily when he noticed her state of dress.



Buffy turned around, "Hi, you're awake." She crossed over and sat by him, leaning down to kiss him while she slipped on her sandals.



The slayer broke away and stood up, moving to get her bag, "Willow'll come looking for me in an hour after some Wicca thing and I'm meant to be at my moms."



She turned around, to find him right behind her. He gently cupped the back of her head with one hand, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Buffy sighed and sagged against him as her tongue played with his. Forcing herself away she re-did the zip of her dress that had managed to come undone during the kiss and kissing him one last time left the room, "I'll see you later?"



Spike nodded. "Bye, love."



***



"No, I had a really great day. Back in my house but sans parent was very therapeutic!" Buffy half lied. She felt bad but she doubted Willow would understand what was going on with her and Spike...not that she had any idea herself.



Fortunately the wound on her neck had healed but she still had bite marks on her breast and inner thigh. *As long as I don't have trouble covering them I don't care!*



"So, you gonna come to the Bronze tonight? Dingo's are playing!" Willow asked, breaking into her thoughts.



"Sounds fun."



Willow got up, "Well, I have to go meet Oz. How about I meet you there - an hour?"



"Sure - I'll do a quick sweep first then come on down." Buffy got up, showing Willow to the door. She watched as the witch walked out into the night and closed the door.



Seconds later there was a tap at the back door and with a frown she crossed to the door. Her frown turned to a fake-smile when she saw who was there and opened the door, "Come in."



***



Spike growled, viciously throwing the cigarette stub to the ground before he lit yet another cigarette and continued his pacing back and forth in front of the tree near the Summer's kitchen window.



_-_-_



"So, how long are you here for?" Buffy asked attempting to smile, attempting to react how her visitor would expect her too. Attempting to ignore the fact that he had a super sense of smell and could probably smell her new lover all over her.



"Just tonight. I came to warn you actually." The slayer need not have worried since Angel was making sure he inhaled through his mouth to speak, not wanting to smell another man on the woman he loved.



"Warn me? About what?" Buffy's 'slayer' mode switched on and she prepared herself for the possibility of big bads heading her way.



"Spike."



"Spike?" She squeaked. *Stay cool, Summers. Let him finish.* She coughed to clear her throat, mind and buy her some time. "What about him?"



"He's here, in Sunnydale."



"I, uh know." Buffy said, not meeting his eyes raising Angel's already suspicious mind at the thought of his childe being back.



"You know?" Angel growled, standing up.



"Yes, I've seen him."



"Is he dead."



"Of the 'un' sense."



"Buffy..."



"What, Angel? He's your childe wouldn't you have felt it if he'd died. Why couldn't you have called, why the trip? You were fine to get that Irish guy to call last time. What’s so different now." Buffy asked, taking the defensive at the old vampire's aggressive mannerisms.



"Because Spike is dangerous and he's..."



"I have fought him before, I don't see what the..."



"Yeah, fought him. Never killed him." Angel interrupted her, a hint of jealousy in his voice.



"There weren't any opportunities! The first time my mom was there, the second there were all those children and the third I needed him to get Willow and Xander back. The only other time I needed his help was in saving the world from being sucked into Hell." Angel look down shamefully at her words and Buffy sighed. She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Look Angel, I'm going out. Thanks for the heads up but..."



"You're fine."



"Yeah." She watched as Angel made his way to the back door.



"Next time I'll call."



"I think that would be best." Buffy replied, a hint of regret in her voice. Angel nodded sharply before leaving the house.



With a heavy sigh Buffy moved up the stairs and crossed to her bedroom. She lit the candle on her dressing table and shed the dress she was wearing, moving to her cupboard to choose a different out fit.



She discounted the cool air as a change of breeze through her open window and continued rummaging through, unable to decide. She finally selected a thin-strapped cotton dress that was as deep as the night’s sky in colour. She crossed to her dressing table, holding the dress in front of her half nude figure as she examined her choice.



Her spider senses tingled as she turned, the dress clutched against as she knew she wasn't alone. Standing less than a meter away was a leather clad figure whose eyes were burning in their intensity.



Buffy dropped the dress to the floor as he pulled her into his arms and his mouth came down upon hers. Spike slid his hands down her body, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. He placed her softly on the bed, lying over her as her legs wrapped around his waist.



As he slid his lips to her neck he growled in her ear, "What was he doing here?"



"He...aah...wanted to let me kno-oh y-y-you were back." Buffy replied as he slid a hand inside her panties, thrusting a finger in and out of her as he stimulated her clit.



"Is that all?" Spike growled, shoving her underwear down her legs and positioned his suddenly free cock at her entrance. He thrust inside of her, capturing her shriek of pleasure in his mouth as he involved her in another heavy kiss.



When Buffy broke away to breathe he repeated his question, jealousy evident in his voice, "Is. That. All?"



"Yes...ye-ye-ye....SPIKE!" The slayer exploded into orgasm, screaming out her lover's name.



***



Elsewhere her scream was heard and a dark figure ran back the way he'd come, fearing the worst. And being about to find it.




TBC....

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With a feral snarl Spike forced out the words by her ear, moments before he came. "You're Mine, slayer." He clamped down on her jugular, claiming her once again as his. Buffy arched against him before collapsing on the bed, her body wracking with shudders.



Spike eventually raised his head from her neck and stared down at her flushed face and sated, dazed eyes. He brought up a hand and brushed away some of the hair from her face. "Mine." He whispered, pressing his lips back to hers.



Buffy broke for air minutes later and he buried his face in her hair as she stroked the back of his head. "Yours." She whispered quietly. She smiled as she heard him purr once and closed her eyes.



***



At the window brooding yellow eyes closed themselves to the blood tears that now filled them. He forced his human face back to the forefront and jumped down from the roof and back to where he'd parked his motorcycle. It was time for the angel to return to his city.



***



Buffy finally found the energy to push at Spike's' shoulders and he moved off her. He frowned when she crossed to the dressing table and looked at the mirror reflection of herself. She sighed when she saw the twin punctures at the base of her throat.



Crossing to the cupboard once again she was about to discard the original dress when she took another look. They were low enough for her hair to cover them, a little make up and bingo no more vamp lover who insists on biting her on the neck.



Retrieving some new underwear she dressed, curling her hair so that it covered the mark. Standing up she looked over at the vampire who had readjusted his clothing and lay with one hand propping him up, watching her.



"Where are you going?" Spike asked, pulling her back on to the bed.



Buffy leant down to kiss him briefly before pulling away, "The Bronze. Oz's bands playing there."



"Oz? The wolf?"



"Yep. I'm gonna be all supportive.."



"Of the wolf?" Spike interrupted, his eyes narrowing.



"Of Willow." She clarified, giving him a look. "I was meant to be there twenty minutes ago so I better go."



"Want me to drive you pet? The cars around the corner." Spike offered as she got up.



Buffy considered it for a moment, "Okay, thanks."



***



"Wow, ever clean your car?" Buffy asked, rolling down a window.



"Every decade." Spike answered, so seriously said causing the slayer to burst out into giggles.



***



"Thanks." Buffy said as Spike pulled up around the corner from the nightclub. Spike pulled the slayer across the seat, pulling her on to his lap, pulling her lips on to his and pulling her tongue into his mouth.



Buffy moaned, sliding her hands up his chest, gently scratching at his chest with her short nails. As the kiss intensified Buffy pushed him away before they just had sex in the car.



"I have to go." She grabbed her purse and got out of the car, giving him a cheeky wave she sashayed into the club.



Spike sighed, watching her hips sway until she was out of sight before slamming his head into the steering wheel. What the fuck was wrong with him? *I'm a master vampire. Not some pussy-whipped puppy. Or Angel. Bloody Fucking Hell!* He'd come back to kill her...and hadn't....again.



Having said that, this was better than the last time his cock quickly reminded. But he was a demon. Why wasn't his demon fighting this? Stupid fucker was actually all for it - what was he doing? Marking her? *Does she even know what it means?* Probably not. Spike wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not. At least it covered his feelings for now.



Slamming his fist into the steering wheel with a growl he slammed the car door and stormed into the Bronze.



***



She was sat in the corner, smiling at the witch and whelp as they went off to dance to the fast music, on one of the two comfy sofa's that surrounded the coffee table.



Spike stood in the shadows, only a few meters away, his blue eyes the colour of a stormy sea at night as he watched her. He frowned as some muscular kid walked up to her. The vampire growled low in his throat, his face changing as the slayer eventually got up and walked to the dance floor.



***



Buffy inwardly sighed, "Okay, Riley." She put on her best 'I'm really happy about this' smile and let him take her hand to lead her to the dance floor.



The commando moved them into the classic dancing position, attempting to pull the slayer closer but found he couldn't so he left it.



"So, where were you the other day?"



"Oh, I...uh, wasn't very well so I just rested." Buffy lied as quickly as possible, keeping his body at arms length now having a completely different vampire's senses to worry about. She very much doubted Spike would be as calm as Angel would.



"Oh, I'm sorry. You're feeling better?" Riley asked with a gentle smile.



"Yeah, than..." Buffy's voice trailed off when she noticed an angry set of yellow eyes on her.



"Are you okay?"



"What? Oh, yeah just thought I saw some one I knew from LA."



"LA?"



"I used to live there before we moved to Sunnydale." Buffy explained.



"Oh. Well, let me tell you, you missed a real riot in psychology. Professor. Walsh set a practical experiment. If you don't have a partner..."



Buffy sent him a commiserating look, "Sorry, Willow got the notes and stuff for me. But thanks."



"Sure thing." Riley moved them a little further into the dance floor, attempting once again to wrap his arms around her as a slow song came on.



"Um, do you mind if I sit this one out?" Buffy said hastily as the love song rolled around the room and couples everywhere pressed closer to each other. She quickly moved out of his arms, attempting to smile up at him.



"No, of course. Would you like something to drink?" Riley asked, trying to catch her eyes but found they were focused behind him. He turned and saw a furious looking white blonde man stalking over to them.



"Do you know him?" Riley asked as Buffy paled.



"Um, yeah. Riley, I don't know how to say this but maybe it would be better if you could...." Buffy sent him a helpless look and he caught on.



"No, sure. You don't need any help with this guy?" He asked, big brotherly.



"No, he's just...a little possessive."



"I'll be at the bar if you need me." Riley said just as the pre-mentioned blonde arrived in front of them.



Spike grabbed Buffy sharply by the arm causing her to hiss from the pain caused by the sudden movement.



Riley turned around at the sound. "Is there a problem here?"



"Not yet." Spike growled, scowling at the boy, and he pulled the slayer closer.



Buffy met Riley's eyes and nodded that she was okay, "I'll see you tomorrow, Riley." The commando nodded slowly then tilted his head towards the bar before heading back there.



Buffy spoke before Spike had a chance to, her eyes scanning the dark room to insure that none of her friends had witnessed the exchange. "What are you doing here?" She hissed.



"Who the fuck was that?" He growled at her.



"Spike! Now isn't the time! You know Willow and Xander are here; are you crazy?" Buffy hissed back at him, her eyes still scanning the darkness.



"Certi-fucking-fiable!" Spike growled, tugging her lips to his. Buffy moaned and her eyes fell shut as the room tilted and the world melted away, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he pulled her closer still, lifting her off her feet.



Buffy broke away a few breathless minutes later and Spike hugged her to him, placing soft kisses along her jaw line as he inhaled her scent. He growled happily when the slayer sighed and tilted her neck for him.

Buffy's eyes slowly opened, immediately and unwittingly watching as Riley spoke in rather concerned terms with Willow and Xander. She watched as Xander stood, trying to see where she was.



Quickly, Buffy pushed Spike away dragging him from the club. She could hear her friends worried voices a few meters behind them though she knew they couldn't see them as Willow asked where they were.



Buffy turned down an alleyway and Spike pushed her up against the wall, his mouth down on hers. "Spike...they're...coming!" Buffy hissed against his mouth between kisses.



Extending his senses Spike sighed, knowing that they'd come around the corner within thirty seconds. He pushed away from Buffy, "Hit me."



"What?" Buffy frowned her brain still a little lust-fuzzy.



"Hit me." Spike said, his face morphing just as they rounded the corner. Buffy got the idea and punched him in the face, not bothering to use her full strength. He blocked her next swing and aimed a kick for her head. Buffy ducked, knocking his feet out from under him. She caught the stake that Willow threw her from their position, several meters away - giving her fighting room.



Buffy grinned evilly at him and straddled his waist, holding the stake over his chest although nowhere near his heart. She ground herself down into his erection, her knees pinning his arms. He thrust his hips up and growled at her.



"Spike, so...I thought I told you to leave....you know I'm sure there was a 'never come back' clause in our deal somewhere."



"Really?" Spike feigned confusion. "I'll be sure to check my paperwork, pet."



"What are doing back?" Buffy asked, trying to ignore the hand that slid up her thigh on the side away from her friends. "Here to cause more trouble? Killed Trick by the way."



"I heard. And I do love trouble." He grinned up at her, his demon slid away and he threw her off of him. She landed gracefully, rolling to her feet by her friends. She watched as he jumped twenty feet up on to the top of the building and gave her a cocky salute before disappearing from sight.



"Great." Buffy muttered as she turned back to her friends.



"Buffy are you okay, why didn't you stake him?" Willow asked her suddenly.



"I don't know...I don't know what’s happening, I'm so tired I just thought..." Tears filled her eyes as the truth of the whole situation hit her.



"Its okay Buff, you'll get him next time." Xander put a comforting arm around her. After his last bollocking from Willow he'd realised that maybe the whole stress of slaying and managing a 'normal twenty year old' life with college and guys was a little much for the slayer. Buffy sighed when her perceptive hearing picked up a quiet growl and her senses informed her of the blonde vampire's presence.



She smiled up at him, moving out of his arm. "I'm gonna go home. Will, do you think you could collect work for me tomorrow? I only have one class. Mom's still away - I was gonna pop in, check the house but I think I just wanna sleep for a day."



"Sure Buffy!" Willow smiled, sympathetically at her friend. "Do you want me to drop off anything - clothes or something?"



"Nah, I still have stuff there. Do guys need me to walk the rest of the way with you?"



"Nope, I'll take our resident witch home after the bands all done don't you go a-worrying!" Xander smiled at her.



"Thanks Xander. I'll call you later." Buffy said to Willow, reclaiming her bag from the Wicca.



"Sure."



***



Buffy trudged up the stair and pushed open her bedroom door, collapsing on the bed then wriggling out of her clothes from her position. With a sigh she closed her eyes and allowed all the tension to drain from her body as she waited for Giles' inevitable phone call of concern.



Her hand moved out, hitting the play button on her CD player, allowing soft music to flow through her bedroom and her mind as she turned on her side sighing again. She felt the bed shift as a new weight lay behind her and her lips turned up into a tired smile.



"Why were you crying, love?" Spike murmured, wrapping his arms around her as he moulded his body to hers.



"What? Oh, nothing...I'm just tired."



"Tired?"



"Of lying."



"About what, ducks." Spike asked, kissing her neck.



Buffy rolled on to her back, glaring at him incredulously, "I got a bad mark in my math test! What do you think I've lied about?"



"What’s the big deal, pet? You've never lied before?" Spike frowned at her.



Buffy tried to glare at him but when he simply raised his eyebrows she sighed. "Spike. Not telling them I'm having sex with a soul-less vampire is one thing - understandable even. But when said soul-less vampire turns up when he knew the people who I'm not telling him about are all there..." She trailed off giving him a pointed look.



"Did they suspect anything?"



"No, but if Giles was..." The phone ringing cut off Buffy. She reached over to pick it up saying, "Now this is Giles, shut up!"



"Mums the word." Spike nodded and gave her a devilish smile that made her trust him as far as Xander could have thrown him.



"Hi Giles. No patrol was pretty slow. She did...well, yeah. No I was gonna tell you...I don't know what he wants, doubt he's looking for another t-oooh-ruce." Buffy slapped Spike's hands as they skimmed her sex, having already slid up her thigh. "Hot cup. I'm just way tired Giles. No, I didn't see them. Alright I'll come round tonight - I'll even bring popcorn! Of course not. Very serious matter. Totally agree. No, sir! Night, Giles."



She replaced the phone and was immediately involved in a heavy kiss. She pushed him away as she regained her breath, "I'm tired. Go away!"



"Slayer!" Spike wined, trying to kiss her again. She stopped him and he pouted.



Buffy giggled at him, "I wanna sleep now. If you'd let me sleep properly yesterday..."



"You slept for hours!" Spike exclaimed.



"I need more!"



"Pet." Spike said slowly, trailing a finger down her body. "I can't fuck you in the day...unless you come to the hotel and..."



"Come back later then." Buffy interrupted through a yawn.



"No." Spike murmured, he pulled Buffy into his arms and pulled the cover over her. He smiled when as she turned in his arms, laying her head against his t-shirt clothed chest. Her hand moved to untuck the shirt, and slid her warm hand up his cool chest as she sighed.



When her breathing turned to that of a deep sleep - unlikely to be woken - Spike gently moved her off him. He crossed to the open window, shutting it and blocking out the sunrays that the morning would bring. Pulling off his clothes he dumped them in a pile in the corner of the room. Crossing to the bed he lifted the side of the cover and slid in next to Buffy. The slayer moaned in her sleep and curled up next to him, looping her leg in between his she lay half on top of him, her arm flopped over his chest.



Spike sighed, the sound coming out as a little purr when the slayer moaned his name. Closing his eyes he let himself slip asleep, pulling the slayer's naked body into his even more.



***



"Spike?" Buffy spoke softly as she awoke, expecting to find him next to her. She frowned and extended her senses. No vamps, no running water, no TV., no nothing. *I thought he stayed.* With a sigh she turned around, smiling at the cracks of daylight that streamed in the window, her blinds not being adequate enough to keep the daylight out.



She frowned as her gaze turned to the rest of the room. A leather duster, jeans and a red shirt lay in the corner next to some combats. "Spike?"

Ashes falling to the ground flashed through Buffy's mind as she gasped, hesitantly lifting up the side of the sheet next to her.



Tears filled her eyes as she pulled back the cover. A small shriek erupted from her parched throat as she regarded the ash particles that lay down the bed.

Her hand shot out and hit the bed, her brain denying what her eyes could see.



She heard a familiar evil sound behind her and turned to see Angel laughing at her.



"Not Angel." He said, darting forward and making a grab for her.



_-_-_



"Spike..." Buffy whimpered, tears streaming down her face. The blonde vampire frowned down at her, pulling her closer to him as he gently stroked her hair.



"Shh, love. Its okay...." He whispered soothingly. He jumped as her body jerked suddenly and her eyes opened as she let out a small yelp.



"Slayer?" The British voice forced her unseeing eyes into focus and Buffy finally stared back into the concerned eyes of her mortal enemy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to force the tears to stop flowing.



Spike continued to stroke her hair, whispering more words of comfort as she continued to silently sob.

Eventually the tears stopped and she curled back down on him, not bothering to move from her position of straddling his waist she fell back asleep.





TBC... Soon!

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