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Not so porny in this chapter, but lots to come. Please don't make me beg for reviews.


Hidden Secrets by Karbear57

Summary: NC17- Spike whisks Buffy away to their private spot. The sun comes up and hidden secrets are revealed. PWP


Buffy’s head hung low as she slowly walked through the cemeteries. Once again Dawn had accused her of not caring. Willow left again with Amy. It was getting to be too much if only she could escape….

She felt his presence before she heard him, Buffy really needed to invest on a cowbell for him. His heavy boots snapped a twig from a near by tree, alerting any non-supernatural being of his location. Buffy stopped, a smile tugging at her lips. She cocked her head to the side and listened for his steps to come closer.

“Hey, pet.” His voice felt like hot wax trickling down between the valley of her breasts. Buffy’s face flushed when she realized she knew exactly what hot wax trickling down her breasts felt like. She felt his hands ghost over her shoulders and down her arms, barely touching her. “Out for a midnight stroll?”

“Something like that,” she whispered, her eyes closed as he brought her body against his rubbing his erection against her.

“Any action?” his lips asked as he inhaled Buffy’s scent at her neck.

“No,” Buffy pouted and turned around. “I so need to kill something.”

“Shh,” Spike pressed a finger against her lips he bit his lip as his eyes sparkled. “I’m already dead, but I’m sure I can figure out a way for you to work off some excess energy.”

“Stop,” Buffy closed her eyes and kissed his finger. She could help but to wonder why she gave him these mixed signals. She found herself saying ‘no’, but meaning ‘yes’.

“Make me,” he smiled as her lips played against Spike’s cool skin.

Suddenly her eyes popped open and she stepped back, Buffy saw the confused look on Spike’s face adding, “Duck!”

Spike barely had a chance to duck before a large, green demon hit him. Buffy ran to the other side of the demon and started to punch at the thing. “Hey, big green thing, look at me, Slayer!”

The green demon flexed his muscles as he fought off her attack. In the meantime, Spike regained his senses and started to attack the demon from the opposite side of Buffy.

“Ew, looking all Lou Ferrigno and all. Does this mean you go back to a shy guy when you meet a pretty lady?” The demon concentrated most of its attack to Buffy, “Guess not, ‘cause, hello, pretty lady here and you’re all ugly and green.”

Spike kicked the large legs out from under the demon, toppling the grunting green thing down. Buffy kicked the large jaw and heard it snap under her boot.

Both Spike and Buffy watched as the demon’s head stilled and its breathing stopped. “Stupid Hulk thinking I’m not a pretty lady.”

“Yeah,” Spike kicked the demons head once more for effect, watching it morbidly twisted in an unnatural way. “Doesn’t know a pretty lady is when it sees one.”

Buffy watched Spike as he spat on the demon’s deceased body. Suddenly she had an idea. “Hey, let’s forget about stupid Hulky.”

“Yeah?” Spike lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke.

“Yeah,” she started to walk away, expecting him to follow.

~*~*~

Spike sped across the highway, content in the knowledge that Buffy trusted him enough to take these long drives around the coast. She held on to his body as they zoomed down the road. The moon was bright and the stars twinkled above her. Buffy closed her eyes as the wind pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She felt Spike’s abdominal muscles ripple with tension under his duster and her hands.

Using his body to hold her secure, she let her head drop back and inhaled the scents of the night, sea and Spike. Buffy trusted him to keep her safe as she let her body relax and commune with nature. He also knew she trusted him to see her cry, to be weak. He knew that was a rare treat that she didn’t give to many, not even her so-called friends.

Spike slowed the bike down as they came across an abandoned hotel with cabins nestled along it. They found this place a few weeks ago during one of their midnight runs, secluded and romantic. Something that tugged on the heart strings of his inner-poet and her inner-woman.

He felt Buffy lean into him as the bike left the main highway and started down the gravel path. Spike drove past the first set of cabins and continued down the pathway.

He slowed the bike down to a crawl as they neared the last cabin. This was theirs, a special spot just for them. A small twin bed with a few sets of silk sheets and blankets brought here, Spike gave the last cabin a personal touch just for her. A touch of fanasty in her shadowy world, just for her.

He shut the engine off as the bike slid still; his boot had already kicked the stand down. Buffy held onto him a second longer than necessary as the fog in her brain cleared. She slowly disengaged herself from Spike as she looked around the cabin.

Without a word, she smiled at him and took off running sure that he would follow. Spike hopped off the bike quickly and pursued his prey. His face shifted in the moonlight, his features sharp and piercing as he hunted. Although no sound echoed except nature’s beasts, Spike found it easy to follow Buffy’s trail of shed clothing and heightened scent of arousal.

He picked up her first gift, her thin shirt hanging eye level on a bush. He brought the precious piece of cloth to his noise and inhaled. His scent rubbed off from his duster mingled above her more feminine one. He stuffed the shirt in his duster pocket, light and small enough to fit. He took off in a dead run, his noise picking up any trail she left him.

Next, he found her pants. Tiny by any means, barely bigger than his upper arm, but somehow she wore them. He hooked the pair of pants as he passed them, picking them up.

She left him her bra in a tree, fifteen feet above the ground. He chucked her pants around his neck as he jumped up, catching the delicate material with his finger tips. Without loosing any time, he continued on his pursuit.

He found her thong by aroma alone. Stuck under leaves and sticks, the red pair of lingerie held her distinct fragrant signature, alerting him that she was close. Slowing his pace, Spike came across a clearing.

Her boots and socks lay at the mouth of the clearing, a gateway left for him. He dropped all his prizes next to the boots and slowly walked into the clearing. The trees opened up to the heaven, allowing the moon and stars to shine down, illuminating the thick dewy grass.

He could feel her come closer behind him, her scent over powering his senses. Shifting back to his human face, Spike stood still waiting for her to make the first move.

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