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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!!!




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