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Buffy’s eyes widened to saucer plates as she stared into Spike’s cool blue pools, her hand tightly clutching his.

“I love you.”

Spike emitted a light laugh.

“No you don’t, but thanks for saying it…now go, I want to see how this ends.”

The ground shook violently as if it too was trying to speed Buffy’s exit. She faltered slightly, almost losing her grip on Spike’s hand, when something within her brought a serene sense of calm to her form. Her lip quivered and she squeezed Spike’s hand.

“No, Spike, I left you for the last time last night…I will never leave you again. I love you.”

A small stream of tears fell from Spike’s eyes as he finally realized that she was, indeed, in earnest. His form was now glowing brightly and he drew Buffy close to himself, wrapping an arm around her waist, protectively.

“Hold onto me then, love…I’m sorry if this hurts.”

Just as Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder, their world became a cloud of orange flames that consumed but did not burn. Sunnydale and the two lovers wrapped in each other’s arms were sucked into the amulet, which fell to the ground with a small clank.

--

As her eyes fluttered open, Buffy happily realize that Spike’s arms were still holding her close to his body. She turned to face him, smiling at the peaceful look gracing his chiseled features. His eyes opened quickly, sensing that he was being watched.

“Do you really need to ogle me in my sleep, Slayer? One would think you could get your fill in my waking hours.”

Buffy rolled her eyes.

“I think I can get more than enough of you in five minutes, Spike.”

“That only happened once, love, and in my defense it was after a very long night of shagging you for hours. You can’t expect a bloke, even a vampiric one, to rest for a half an hour and be on top of his game after an eight hour sex romp.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night…er…day.”

A beat of silence passed between them before Spike sat up and kissed Buffy’s shoulders with a feather-light touch. He looked down on her with a great deal of admiration and love, but attempted to hide his feelings behind the toughened image he now tried to portray.

“So, where the bloody hell are we…aside from in your sodding bedroom?”

Buffy sat up with a start, looking around their surroundings quizzically.

“I thought the ground felt a little cooshy…so how did we get from the underground battle thingy to my bedroom?”

“No clue, love. Maybe the Watcher…?”

“Psh, yeah right, Giles brought you and me to my bedroom and put us into bed together…oh my God, Spike…I’m like, totally naked. Did you do something to my clothes?”

Spike rolled his tongue behind his teeth.

“Naked are you, Slayer? And no I didn’t do anything with your sodding clothes, or mine either for that matter...but I am going to have quite a lot of fun doing something to you.”

Buffy could feel Spike’s hardened member grinding into her leg, but she swatted him away.

“First we have to find out where we are….”

“Suppose you’re right, love. I don’t like this whole mess…or lack thereof. Your room was a disaster when we left it thanks to the bratty little Slayer gang…and those flames should have killed us…no, love, I don’t think this adds up at all.”

Buffy nodded sagely.

“Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”
Spike chuckled as he glared out of the window and motioned for Buffy to join him.

“Pet, I don’t think we’re in the same dimension anymore.”

Biting her lip, Buffy rose to investigate Spike’s claim, but first checked Spike out, who was clothed in the same attire she found herself wearing.

Damn, he looks good naked!

Forcing herself back to reality, Buffy gasped when she looked out of the window; the familiar street and surroundings of the home were gone, replaced only by jet blackness. Buffy sat back down on her bed with a huff.

"Well, crap.”

“You said it, Slayer.”

“Why didn’t you believe me?”

“What?”

“A few minutes…er…back at the battle when I told you I loved you. Why didn’t you believe me?”

“Because it wouldn’t have mattered if I did believe you, pet…it was all over for me at that point,” Spike said with a sigh, “Or at least I thought it was going to be. At any rate, you couldn’t very well love a pile of dust, now could you? I wanted you to be free of me…figured if you did love me and I pissed you off badly enough, you would be able to get over the feeling and the sadness and move on.”

“Always trying to be the hero, aren’t you? Well, what if I didn’t want you to let me move on?”

“Pet, I just wanted what was best for you…I wanted you to be able to have the life I could never give you…I just…I just wanted you to finally be free.”

Buffy’s mouth formed into a little ‘o,’ and her eyes fell to the floor. Spike kneeled in front of her, trying to catch her gaze. When he succeeded a few minutes later, he gently caressed her face with his rough hands.

“Now, what were you thinking grabbing onto me like that you silly bird? You could’ve been killed.”

The pair shared a brief laugh before Buffy’s eyes began to well up with tears.

“Spike, I…I love you…I loved you from the beginning of…from…I loved you before I died this last time. You were the last thought on my mind as I jumped into Glory’s cloud. I was so stubborn and confused when I came back that I kept making myself lose you…just because I wouldn’t let myself tell you the truth. I always wanted to tell you, and sometimes I whispered it to you when I was sure you were asleep. But when you looked at me and told me you didn’t think I loved you, I couldn’t bear to leave you until you knew for sure how I felt…I couldn’t lose you again…especially if you thought I didn’t…I didn’t….”

Just as tears began to roll down Buffy’s cheeks, Spike captured her mouth with his own, pushing her back onto the bed and climbing on top of her. He ground his pulsing erection against her as he continued to barrage her mouth with salty kisses. His nimble fingers quickly found the throbbing nub between the soft folds of her pink flesh, his other hand working feverishly on her nipples, pinching and prodding them with an incessant need.

Buffy moaned and bucked her hips up against Spike, grinding in sync with his motions. Still hovering above her nude frame, Spike dropped for a moment to drink in the sight of her; gorgeous in whatever light poured in from the window. Her eyes begged him, for the first time without a sense of regret, to enter her wet opening.

“I love you, Spike,” she said sultrily, “I want you to fuck me.”

A low growl was all that Buffy heard before Spike impaled her on his cock. She cried out in ecstasy as Spike thrust deeply into her sopping wet slit. Spike stared into her loving eyes as he pushed in and out of her, never once dropping his eyes from her own. As Buffy’s moans hastened, her hot fluids coating his cock, Spike could feel his own pinnacle coming. A sharp cry fell from Buffy’s lips and her eyes rolled back in orgasmic bliss. Her expression was enough to send Spike over the edge and he filled her with his cold seed. Their breaths now ragged, Spike rolled over and laid next to Buffy, wrapping his arm around her. She responded by resting her head on his shoulder again and laying her arm across his chest, subconsciously protecting his heart. A contented sigh fell from her lips as her eyes fluttered shut.

“So we’ll find out where we are in the morning, right, Spike?”

Spike chuckled and closed his eyes.

“Whatever you want, love. Whatever you want.”
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