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Valentine Bandit by Karbear57 written for Spikesbint

Summary: AU, All human, Buffy a lingerie store owner is visited by a late night visitor
Rules set by Spikesbint: A happy ending and no other coupling

Buffy Summers stood at the check out counter of Un Affare Intimo, her sparkling hazel eyes surveyed the store. It was the weekend before Valentine’s Day and the lingerie store had been busy all day. She rested her elbows against the counter, and ran her fingers through her honey-colored locks of hair. The store was empty, the sign for closing sat on the locked front door.

Luckily for her, Anya, her partner in business was gone with the day’s receipts, and all Buffy had to do was finish cleaning the store. Her feet hurt and she needed a good soak in her Jacuzzi bathtub. Maybe a neck massage, but she doubted that Angel, her cat, would have the dexterity to do that.

She picked up a discarded red teddy from behind the counter and started to put it back onto a hanger when she heard a loud bang at the front of the store. She looked at the front door and saw a flash of white. Almost trembling, she walked slowly to the front entrance.

“We’re closed,” she yelled through the window when she saw a body attached to the flash of white hair.

“Please,” she heard a muffled accented male voice. “I have to get something.”

“I’m sorry, we are closed,” she tried to peer into the darkened sidewalk area, but the bright lights of the store prevented her from seeing much detail.

“Please,” he came closer to the store door. He wore a black leather long coat; his eyes looked like they were outlined with black eyeliner. A punk.

“I’m sorry,” she insisted and moved away from the door. She really should have brought the protection bat with her. Unfortunately, Anya and Buffy had realized that after a robbery, a woman should not work alone after dark without protection.

She heard something hit the glass and his voice, “Please,” his voice seemed to caresses her heart. “My girl, I need something for my girl.”

She turned around and saw his lean body pressed against the glass, his outfit clearly all black. That wasn’t what startled her, it was his eyes. His blue eyes. They seemed to glow in the night, beckoning to her. Buffy felt like the ocean, called by the shore tide to do its bidding. She couldn’t help but move closer to the lock. She didn’t know what caused her heart to beat heavier and her breath to lighten.

“I shouldn’t,” she protested, her fingers itching to turn the lock. She felt like she was being pulled towards him, his eyes summoning her. The harsh light of the store filtered through the window, highlighting his sharp cheek bones, his face was lean and angular.

“It will only take but a moment,” he looked at her nametag still attached to her shirt, “Buffy.” His voice continued to hypnotize her. “Please, I have to get something,” commanding her to open the door.

Buffy bit her lip in contemplation, her eyes darting from the punk to the register hoping that he wasn’t there to harm her. “All right,” she sighed as she started to unlock the door. “Only because it is almost Valentine’s Day and my boss already left with today’s receipts.”

The door opened, allowing the warm California night air to caress her toned skin. He stepped inside, his frame seemed bigger now, almost intimidating. She could have sworn that his steps faltered when she mentioned that today’s receipts were already gone.

“You’re boss?” his voice was deep as he turned towards her.

“Actually, partner. She left a half hour ago.” Buffy moved away from the intriguing man, and headed over to the register, not to mention the bat. Her stomach tightened with anticipation, something almost sinister brewed underneath the surface. She shouldn’t have let him in.

She watched as he looked around the room, his irises widening within blue eyes, adjusting to the bright lights of the shop. She watched him blink his eyes and noticed the lights glinting off his safety pin earrings. “What are you looking for?” she asked.

“What?” he looked over at Buffy, almost with a startled look. “Oh, um, yeah. Looking for a…” his eyes wandered around the shop. “A gift.”

“For your girl?” she felt like she was hyperventilating. What was it about this man that made her feel like a giddy teenager talking to her crush on one hand and then the other made her want to call the police? This was not good, not good at all. She felt her heartbeat speed up as she struggled to keep her breath.

“For my girl,” he repeated slowly. She watched his lips form the words, a pool of moisture collecting between her thighs as his heavily cockney accent flowed from his full lips.

Buffy smiled and tried to look busy putting away lingerie that ended up behind the counter and in the dressing rooms. He moved around the store, virtually a predator on the hunt. She heard him move through the racks, the scrape of the hangers indicating where in the store he was. She looked up every a couple seconds, hoping that he wouldn’t take long.

She was startled when he appeared in front of her. “I’m sorry, pet,” his voice caressed. “But I seem to be having problems.”

“Can’t find anything you like?” she asked.

“Not that,” she could have sworn his cheeks blushed. “I just can’t envision how some of these,” he held up a strange series of black lace and ribbon. “How these work.”

This was a typical problem among the male cliental, sometimes it took a bit of tact to explain. “Oh, well, that’s an embroidered bow bralette set with attached straps. See, here are the cups and here is the g-string.” Buffy turned the wisps of fabric around and held the set up to he could see it. “What size is your girlfriend?”

“Um,” his blue eyes darted around, “I don’t know.”

“Do you know her bra size?” Buffy sighed.

“No,” his voice whispered before he looked up at her. “Maybe your size.”

“She’s petite?”

“Yes,” he nodded, agreeing. “Big boobs though.”

“OK, Mister, I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Spike,” he said. “Just call me Spike.”

“OK, Spike. What does your girlfriend look like?”

His eyes widened as he stuttered, “Kind of dark.”

“Dark?” Buffy asked, confused at the meaning. She was now in sales mode and no longer saw him as a man, an attractive man, but as a client. Professional now.

“Black hair, dark eyes, porcelain skin,” his eyes rested on her as he described his girlfriend. He didn’t know what he was saying; he didn’t even have a girlfriend. The things popping out of his mouth were just the complete opposite of Buffy’s appearance. Something made him create the fictitious girl, just to be closer to this woman.

“Well, Spike. I’m not sure you would want her in black, she might look too pale.” Buffy out back the garment and selected a delicate pink one, “Do you like this?”

She watched as his eyes widened when she brought the pink merry widow out. “Um,” he seemed to have lost his train of thought. He wasn’t imagining his ‘girlfriend’ in the lingerie. He should have approached her someplace else; he thought, should have thrown out his plans for the robbery and figured out her social schedule. He should have approached her in public. The lingerie that surrounded them just enhanced his attraction.

“Or this,” Buffy moved around the racks of the store. “This is a lilac lace cami set. It comes with the top stretch camisole and a matching thong. Here is an open-tip teddy.”

“Open-tip teddy?” He asked as he looked at the red material.

Her hand moved down to the crotch area and weaved her fingers into the hole, wiggling them, “Basically crotchless.” She had no idea what her sale pitch was doing to Spike, no idea that he wasn’t planning on buying anything. She had no idea his true purpose was, no idea that his plans changed the moment he saw her working late.

“Oh,” Spike moved forward to touch the fabric, his eyes glazed over. Suddenly he stepped away, “What else have you got?”

“What do you like, then?” Buffy was frustrated. She wanted to go home and curl in bed with her poofy cat.

“Lace and ribbon, yeah?” His thumbnail scratched his eyebrow, a sure sign of his own frustration. Spike moved behind a rack so he could arrange his erection into a more comfortable position.

Buffy struggled to keep her eyes from rolling, “Color, shape, size? Do you want a full outfit down to the garters or would you prefer something silky like a baby doll negligee?”

“Um,” he looked around, “Didn’t think it would be this bloody difficult.”

“It can be,” Buffy sighed. It was a crime that the man standing in front of her with his sparkling eyes had a girlfriend. It was like the fates were laughing at her, teasing her with him. “How about a corset or cincher?” Spike watched as she held up the cincher, his erection was now painful. Buffy sighed, frustrated, “Maybe you should just get your girlfriend some chocolates or take her on a romantic weekend.”

“No,” Spike stepped forward and took the cincher out of her hands. “Does this go with something else?”

“It could,” Buffy headed to the racks of bra and panties. “Anything you want, we even have garters if you like that look.”

“Yes,” Spike stepped behind Buffy, his fingers brushed against her back. “Something like this?”

Buffy shook her head negatively. “Maybe if you add a bit to the usual black, like this is trimmed in red with red bra and panties?”

“Looks bloody smashing!” Spike exclaimed, his body dangerously close to Buffy’s. He couldn’t help but lean closer to her and inhale her scent.

“So we take the black and red cincher with garters attached and the red lace inset bra and thong set?” Buffy stepped away and turned towards him. She watched as he licked his lips; she felt her face suddenly heat up. “What color stocking?”

“Stockings?” He shook his head as if to clear it.

“Yes, stockings. Black or Red?” She held up a package of silk stocking.

“What do you think?” He asked as he neared her.

“Black, it’s traditional. Usually looks good on any leg, even pale legs.” Buffy side stepped Spike’s advancing body, not sure if he was doing it on purpose. “Now all we need is to collect the sizes.”

“What, what about that?” Spike moved his hand and pointed at a red sheer lace-trim open babydoll set. It was hung high on the wall.

“I thought you liked the cincher?” Buffy said slowly, her plans for a relaxing bath were slowly being erased. She couldn’t hide the disappointment lacing her voice, she needed to get away from this man.

“I don’t know, pet. I can’t imagine what it would look like.” He turned away from her in mock embarrassment.

“Sir,” Buffy sighed. “I’m not sure what you want me to do. It’s late and you told me that it wouldn’t take long.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he turned around and smiled at her. “Maybe if you would model them for me it wouldn’t take so long?”

“Model?” She tried to control her shriek of surprise. “I can’t.”

“Please,” he moved lightening fast and stood right in front of her, his hands cradling hers and the outfit they picked out. “I’m no good at this, never bought anything like this before and I’m afraid I’ll make a wrong choice.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?” His blue eyes pleaded with her.

“I can’t leave the register unintended,” she said slowly, but realized that he was the only customer here.

“No one here but me, love. I’m certainly not going to knick anything. And once I make sure I have the right outfit, I’ll leave you be.” He watched as she bit her lower lip, her white teeth chewing on the rosy appendage. Her hazel eyes glinted with contradictions and confusion. “Please?”

“I,” she stammered, “I.” Finally she took a breath, “I guess I could do that. Of course your girlfriend will be a different size.” Spike thought he heard a jealous tone when she said girlfriend, but discounted it as his hopeful imagination.

Buffy disappeared behind the curtain to the dressing rooms. Spike watched the shadows and her feet under the curtain, sans shoes. He heard the rustle of her taking off her blouse and then the pop and zip of her trousers. He watched, entranced, as the fabric pooled at her feet. She unrolled her own stockings, each foot disappearing behind the curtain only to reappear bare with pink nail polish on her toes.

Spike touched his erection through his jeans, stroking his member through the material. His cock jumped beneath his touch, frantically wanting its own satisfaction. He watched the shadows against the curtain as she began to dress again.

“Panties,” he murmured. His touch wasn’t enough and his fingers slipped down to the zipper of his pants; he slowly allowed it to descend. He prayed she didn’t hear the soft pull of the zipper. Her body straightened and her arms moved around.

“Bra.” He watched her slip the straps on and move her hands to her back to fasten it. He imagined her tan skin behind the red and black silk and satin, her fingers moving erotically as she dressed. His hand slid up and down his straining cock, masturbating quickly before she finished changing.

He watched her shadow bend over, her shoulders shimmying as her hands stuffed her breasts into the bra. He watched the image in front of him as she opened up the stockings and lifted one leg onto a chair. She slowly inched the silk material up her leg, careful to not tear it. Spike’s eyes rolled back into his head as he continued to touch himself. He was so close.

She finished up with the stockings and moved onto the cincher. He watched as she laced up the fabric. The tip of his erection strained in the cool air of the store, frantic to discharge its pressure. His hand applied more pressure, intent on expelling his load before she stepped from behind the curtain.

Her shadowed hands moved to attach the stockings to the cincher. He was glad when he saw her struggle to get them attached. Finally, he felt his cock harden further, almost painfully. He quickly moved his shirt and caught the white semen before it would soil the store’s carpet.

Quickly he moved his coat closed as the curtain started to rattle. “All right, pet. Let’s see what we’ve got here.”

Spike’s breath was knocked out of his lungs as he stared at her. She shyly stepped away from the curtain, her eyes staring at the carpet near his feet. The top of her breasts bobbed in time with her breathe, the soft skin straining against the red trimmed bra.

“So,” she whispered. Despite all the layers of fabric and most of her body covered, she suddenly felt naked in front of him. His eyes turned a deep midnight blue as his head tilted to the right, his tongue curling around his upper front teeth. His eyes remeinded her of a summer storm, turmoil deep within their depths.

“You,” his voiced failed him.

“Is this what you had in mind?” her mind itched to cover itself from his indiscreet perusal.

“I,” again his voice faltered, but his body did not. Without even knowing it, his legs were propelling him forward.

Buffy moved back into the changing room, her eye mirroring the same intense look in Spike’s. His arms wound around her and brought her close to his body. She didn’t even have time to realize that his pants were already partially undone or the fact that he had an erection.

Spike inhaled her sweet scent as soon as his face buried itself in her honeyed hair. She smelled of spice and power. He felt her arms wind around his shoulders, her body warm and supple, welcoming him into her embrace.

“Buffy,” he breathed in to her neck, his lips already sucking on her golden skin.

“Oh, god!” She sighed heavily, lost in her world. Her leg lifted, dragging enticingly against his jeans, under his duster. His fingers trailed down from her back down to her buttocks and onto her thigh. She felt them rub against her bare skin above the top of the stockings, holding her closer.

Her hands involuntarily grasped at the leather coat still on his shoulders, her body taking control from her brain. His lips traveled from her neck down to her cleavage, sucking every inch of skin her could. She watched his tongue lick around the top of her bra, tracing the edge. His hand slid up her thigh to her buttocks, pinching her skin as he held on. She felt a shift in his posture, her body knowing what his was saying.

Without words, she continued to hold on to his shoulders and used her standing leg to push off the ground and wind around his body. His other hand came down from her back and grasped her other thigh, supporting her whole body.

His mouth never abandoned her skin as it made its way up her heaving chest, neck, and finally to her mouth. His tongue plunged into her warm mouth and tangled with her delicate one. Spike fell forward and braced her against the wall. Her hands fought for purchase against the wall as she humped his erect member.

She threw her head back, her breath hard and fast as her hand reached between them. Her fingers played against his hard shaft before finding its own quest. She moved her thong aside and felt her juices escape. With Spike’s help, her body lifted to position him at her moist entrance. She pushed down, impaling herself.

Once again, her hand clutched at the soft leather fabric on Spike’s shoulders as they moved together. With her eyes open, she watched the emotions run across his face. Amazement shone through his blue orbs. She closed her eyes as her body bucked against his.

He moved, his legs tumbling over each other as he headed to the chair in the dressing room. He twisted their bodies without losing rhythm and fell into the plastic contraption. Her legs dangled on each side of him as she continued to ride his member.

Spike felt his erection harden further, as he stared at her moving up and down on him, fully clothed in the lingerie he was going to buy for ‘his girl.’ Determined to pleasure her first, his fingers trailed down her body. Her movements slowed as his fingers moved over her breasts and bra. She watched him touch her, exhaling with a low groan as he continued with their rhythm. His fingers ran down the wires of the cincher, moving along the lace and boning. She knew he had a goal and she couldn’t wait until he touched her.

Slowly his fingers moved down past the garter and found their way between her thighs. He moved the straining fabric of the thong just enough to fit his fingers into her labia. He found her clit with ease, his fingers strumming against the erect sexual organ. She threw her head back again, the muscles of her thighs tightening. Her hands found purchase at the edge of the chair, giving her leverage to lift her pelvis up and down, driving their thrusts harder. Spike smiled as he felt the first fluttering of her muscles around his cock. He felt euphoric as her muscles tightened around his member, triggering his own orgasm.

~*~*~

Buffy’s eyes opened slowly. Her thighs hurt and something was strange. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the bright lights in the dressing room. She realized that she was still sitting on top of Spike inside the dressing room where she just had unprotected sex with a stranger. Not only that, but she was still dressed in lingerie meant for his girlfriend with his member still inside her and hardening as she sat there staring into a mirror.

“Oh, God!” she scrambled off of him.

Spike felt like he was in a daze still; barely comprehending his body’s objection to the removal of the warm female body from his own. “Love?”

“I’m not your love,” Buffy said. She quickly grabbed her blouse and tugged it over the top of her outfit. He watched silently as she thrust her legs into her pants. She looked over to see him smirking in the chair, his body relaxed and his fingers playing with his semi-erect penis. “Please stop.”

Spike’s eyes narrowed and his jaw tightened as he watched her cover herself up. “What’s wrong, pet?”

“Get out,” she growled, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Buffy,” he stood up and tucked his member into his pants.

“That…this is…that was wrong.”

“Pet, please,” his eyes pleaded with her to stop her harsh words.

“No,” she stepped away even further. “That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Buffy,” his voice was soft, “please baby.”

She turned away, knowing that his eyes were brimming with tears, knowing that she would crumble if she faced him. “You have a girlfriend.”

Spike tried to reach out to her, to bring her into an embrace, but she sidestepped him. “Please, listen to me.”

“No,” she flew out of the dressing room. Spike followed closely behind.

“Stop,” he reached for her retreating arm and turned her body around to face him. “Please, love.”

“Stop calling me that,” she bit out with her nose in the air. She ignored the look of pain inside his eyes. “You have a girlfriend. One you are supposed to be shopping for.”

“No,” Spike insisted. “It’s not like that.”

“Stop, please.” She pulled away and headed for the front door of the store. “You need to leave.”

“Buffy!” Spike roared and grabbed her arm. Startled, Buffy found herself shoved up against the glass of the door, his eyes full of anger. “Please, baby,” his voice was soft.

Spike’s hand moved to touch her face, his fingers traced her cheeks. “Let me go.”

“Just listen to me,” his voice was ragged with emotion. His expression changed to remorseful. “There is no girlfriend. I saw you and knew I had to have you.” Buffy tried to wretch her body out of his grasp, but he didn’t allow her. “Please, love. You’re my girl.”

“I’m not your girl. I could never be your girl”

His eyes sparked yellow with anger. “Don’t say that.”

“Let go of me,” her hands beat against his chest. He refused to let go. With tears in her eyes, she braced herself against the glass and brought her knee up to his groin.

“Umph,” he wailed. “Bloody bitch!” he stumbled back, his hands cupping his crotch.

“Oh my god!” Buffy cried out. “What is that?”

Spike looked at her pointing finger at his person. Slowly, he looked down his body and noticed that his coat was thrown back behind him, revealing his gun holster. “It’s not what you think.”

“How come I didn’t feel it?” Suddenly Buffy knew who he was, what he was.

“Don’t know, guess it was moved back.” Spike stepped forward, memory of his overly sensitive injury gone. He stood tall, waiting to see Buffy’s reaction.

“Please tell me you weren’t.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “Please.”

“Buffy,” he warned, his eyes gauging her movements. It was over, he knew, but his soul still held on to hope that she would listen.

“Please go, please.” She whispered, knowing that he wouldn’t harm her.

“Buffy, let me explain.” He pleaded with her, hoping that she would see beyond the weapon and his choices and see him.

“Please, don’t make me call the cops.” She continued, her eyes closed as if praying. “Please just go. You’re him. The Valentine Bandit. I heard about you on the news.”

“Love, please.” His hands wrapped around her elbow, bringing their bodies closer together.

“Please,” he felt her warm breath against his neck. “I have to call the cops.”

“Don’t.” he pleaded. “Come away with me.”

“Go,” she struggled against his hold, “just go!”

“Nothing matters anymore. We’ll go to Vegas and get married. I promise. We’ll just disappear.”

“No,” she wrenched her body away and ran to the cashier desk to pick up the phone. She looked up at him, her eyes pleaded with him as she started to dial.

Even before she finished dialing 9-1-1, he disappeared from the store and into the night.

~*~*~

Buffy walked home slowly, her mind racing. She just met the infamous Valentine Bandit and had unprotected sex with him. How the fates must laugh at her. She finished calling the police and they arrived quickly. No evidence was found, except her statement. She felt uncomfortable with the police officer looming over her, insisting that he would drive her home. He was too persistent, she thought, and his smile was entirely too wide. He made her feel uncomfortable. But, now, walking down the dark streets of Sunnydale, California, she’d wished she took the officer’s offer. The things that went bump in the night seemed to be bumping loudly a lot tonight.

Whispers of footsteps following her echoed in her brain, only to disappear into thin air when she turned around. Maybe it was Spike, to take her against her will, to finish the job he started. He was a sick bastard, playing her for a fool. She couldn’t forget what she just did; sleeping with an evil, thieving scoundrel. She should have never opened the door, should have finished her tasks and left the shop. It would have been the smart thing to do.

“You’re lucky, miss.” Officer Finn said.

“Huh?” Buffy looked up at the police officer as she locked up the store.

“I mean, the Valentine Bandit didn’t attack you. He’s been hitting chocolate shops, card stores, and other lingerie places after hours this past week, stealing money from the safes and cash registers. He’s a wily fellow, never leaving prints. Breaking in after everyone has left.”

“Oh,” she still felt in shock. Buffy’s eyes shifted to the parking lot, she could have sworn someone was watching from the shadows.

“Probably hoping that the increased business of the holiday will fill his coffers more.” Officer Finn continued oblivious of his ward’s mood.

“I see,” she stepped away from the officer, wanting the ordeal to end. She had sex, with a dangerous thief.

“I can’t believe he actually tried to come in while you were still here. That isn’t his usual M.O.” Officer Finn mused, almost amused at the thought. “Must be getting comfortable with his cappers.”

“He must have,” Buffy answered. The feeling of being watched had not disappeared.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride home, Miss Summers?” Officer Finn smiled wide, showing her pearly whites.

“Yes,” Buffy stepped further away from the officer. “I’m sure, thank you, Officer Finn.”

“No problem, ma’am.” Officer Finn stepped into his patrol car and drove off. She stood on the sidewalk, watching the police car slowly drive off.

Buffy couldn’t help but shiver as a warm breeze caressed her, she really should have taken that ride. Every rush of leaves of a nocturnal creature frightened her, every hoot of an owl made her jump. She was only blocks away from her home, now. She just had to get there before the nightly beasties attacked.

Buffy walked quickly, her high-heeled shoes wouldn’t allow her to run. Another rustle of nature permeated the air, spooking her into a trot. Damn the shoes, damn her stockings. She had to get home.

Buffy closed her front door quickly and threw the locks back on before she allowed her body to collapse. She still wore “Spike’s Costume” and the cincher had definitely accomplished its task. Angel strolled forward, a confused expression on his tiny cat face. He rubbed against her leg, purring that his mistress was finally home.

The rustle of the wind blew past her doorway, whispering secrets through the door. Buffy flew off the door as if she was electrocuted by the howling wind. Angel calmly watched as she struggled to unbutton her blouse. She whipped off the offending material and went to work on the cincher ties. Her stomach ached, and her diaphragm fluttered underneath the confining article.

Buffy panted as she struggled, her lungs felt constricted, as if the pressure of the world rested on top of them. She swore she saw something in the window, a flash of color in front of the dismal darkness, but as head turned, the flash of color was gone.

Breaking out of her trance, Buffy ran into her bedroom and continued to take her outfit off. She found herself standing in front of a mirror; tracks of her tears marred her face. She stood in the panties and bra set, one stocking off and the other unhitched. Her chest heaved with emotion as she stared at her body.

Red marks were scattered across the top of her breasts and neck, the memory of Spike’s mouth worshiping her flashed into her memory. Her legs felt like jelly as renewed tears ran down her face. Slowly her body fell to the floor, her mind stuck in vivid memories.

As Buffy opened the curtain; she couldn’t look at him, too embarrassed at her outfit. Something propelled her to look up, and her eyes met his blue eyes that flashed with intense dark color. It was as if a blue fire erupted behind his irises. He licked his lips, as his eyes devoured her body. She suddenly felt very naked.

He said something to her, she watched as his lips formed the words and somehow she answered back, something inane, her brain told her.

He was moving towards her, she realized and back up into the room, afraid to move yet afraid not to. Her breath stopped with one look at his face, utter devotion. Her body mirrored Spike as he passed the curtain into the tiny room. She barely registered that his cock was bobbing in the air, unimpeded by his clothes.

She felt his arms wrap around her shoulders, bringing her body close to his. She inhaled the smoky musk that surrounded him as his nose buried itself inside her hair. She felt his erection slide against the silk of her outfit, moving against her stomach.

She felt like she was melting as he grunted into her neck, his tongue licking her clavicle. His almost cool breathe whispered against her skin, “Buffy.”

Her fingers grasped at his leather coat, the fabric bunching under her fingertips as his mouth fastened on her soft neck. Her head titled back, desire taking hold of her motor functions as he continued his beautiful assault on her senses. She felt the fabric of his jeans rough against her leg as it drew her thigh up against his body. She felt his fingers trail down her back, tracing the indentations of her spine as they traveled down. She shuddered with need as them move lower. He squeezed the supple skin of her buttocks, his hand caressing any bruise away as it continued to travel down. She felt his fingertips inch across her bare thigh, tickling her. His hand grasped her thigh and brought it closer to him, wrapping it around his waist tight.

She felt his tongue lave down her throat, feasting of her flesh. She moved allowing him greater access to her neck and chest. His lips and tongue worshiped her chest, his tongue delved below her bra, following the curve of it, leaving a trail of his saliva across her bosom.

His hand gripped her thigh, rhythmically clenching and unclenching as he pushed her further into the wall. Needing more, she used her other foot to push up and wrap both around his waist. She felt the hard wall behind her, pressing her closer. His hand trailed down her ribs, tickling her through the cincher, leaving her body quivering with need.

She felt his hand hold on to her other thigh, holding her flush against his raging erection. She panted knowing that she was about to have sex with a stranger. The naughtiness made it that much more erotic. A stranger, in the changing room, after hours.

His mouth made its way up her neck and closer to her mouth. Unable to speak, she moved her head letting her lips capture his. His tongue licked against her teeth, mashing inside as they fought to be one. There was no thought, nothing but this moment.

She felt him move forward, his body pressing her impossibly harder into the wall, leaving her heaving for oxygen and sex. Her hands reached up on the wall, hoping to find something to hold on to. Sweat flowed from her pores, making her fingers slick.

She felt his member stab against the thong, moving unintelligently against her, seeking warmth without a plan. She moved one hand down between them and moved the wisp of silk away from her dripping opening. With his hands still firmly attached to her thighs, he pushed her up and allowed her to come down, encasing him.

She moved both hands down to his neck, holding on to the soft leather coat, using it to pull her body up and down on top of him. She felt his breath against her face, causing her to open her eyes. Staring at her was the bluest eyes that she had ever seen. Swirling deep within his blue orbs was something, Buffy thought, something magical, something different. It spoke to her, deep inside, stirring her heart to beat a little bit harder and a little bit faster.

He moved quickly, pushing them off the wall and stumbled to the chair sitting in the corner of the dressing room. He fell into the plastic contraption, forcing his member deeper into her. Her feet found purchase against something, the wall the chair, she had no idea. She felt a jolt of electricity spiral up her spine as she continued to move. She felt her stomach shudder, the look in his eyes haunting her senses.

She watched as his hand moved to her shoulder and made its way down her body. His hand moved between them, forcing Buffy to arch away from his body and changing the angle of penetration. She felt his fingers pluck her clit, moving rhythmically with her movements.

She was lost in sensation as her own hands found their way to the edge of the chair, her body frantically moving against his. She felt her muscles clench impossibly tight, imprisoning his cock within her for a moment before her muscles started to tremble.

She watched the fire within his eyes, the love shining through as he followed her over the edge into oblivion.


Buffy sobbed on the floor, the tears running down her face as the memories assailed her, leaving her confused and lonely. Something was going on between them, more than just passion and lust, something deep and meaningful, yet she’d threw it away.

She had disregarded him and his feelings, too embarrassed that she was the other woman who had sex with a man she knew was already involved. She felt seduced, a patsy by his charm and good looks. She was dirty.

And then after his declaration of truth. She would have listened eventually, made him dance the dance of sinners until he was back in her good graces. It was romantic after all. Him using the excuse of a gift for his girl to meet her.

Angel watched her from the door, mild curiosity barely outshined his brooding attitude. She pulled the blanket off her bed and wrapped herself in it.

She felt her heart breaking when she saw his gun. It was over, there was no going back. She saw everything with perfect clarity. The Valentine Bandit. He was going to rob her, to violate her store. But he did more than just that. He stole something more precious than money tonight, he stole her heart

Buffy crawled into a fetal position, her face buried in the fabric of the blanket as she sobbed her heartbreak out.

She didn’t hear the patio door slid open or closed. She didn’t see the black boots as they entered her room. She didn’t know he was there until he touched her.

Slowly, almost reverently, he moved aside her blanket to uncover her face. Her body stiffened with fear as she saw through her tears.

“Shh, I’m here,” he pushed her sweaty hair behind her ear. “I’ve got you.”

“No,” Buffy whimpered, “You’re not him, please, no.”

“Spike’s got you,” he said calmly and lifted her in his arms. “Going to take care of you.”

“Why?” She asked, amazed that he was inside her home, holding her.

“Because I love you,” he said as he moved across the room, heading to the bathroom.

“You can’t,” she insisted. Her tears long forgotten.

“And why is that?” His lips held a smirk as he carried her down the hallway.

“You don’t know me?”

She watched as his eyebrow rose in question, “I don’t, do I?”

“How can you?” she said as he lowered her onto the commode.

“In the first,” he kneeled in front of her. “I know you are incredibly brave because you aren’t scared of me and you sent Officer Peabody home. Secondly, I know you are extremely smart by calling the cops. Third, I know you have an incredible heart.”

“How?” Her eyes glistened with tears once again, this time not of sorrow.

“I see it when you look at me.”

“I don’t think...” Buffy stammered, suddenly her senses coming back to her.

“Shh, don’t think. I see it now. Most people disregard me as a criminal, as a piece of trash, but you, even knowing what I have done. You still look at me like a man.”

“A scary man,” she added with a little laugh.

“All right, pet. A scary man, but a man,” He finished quietly.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“I reserve the right not to answer,” he nodded his head.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Lots of whys, but why do you steal?”

Spike sighed, “It’s complicated, pet. Got someone home real sickly. And the medical insurance ran out a few months back.”

“Oh,” Buffy contemplated his reason. “Have you been doing it a long time?”

Spike shook his head, “No, but the repo men and bill collectors are about to take everything. Desperate men do desperate things.”

“Why are you here?” She asked. It seemed surreal that she was sitting in her bathroom, barely clothed with Spike.

He looked at her, his emotions turning behind his eyes. “Had to love,” he replied simply. When she looked at him confused, he continued, “Had to make sure you got home safe after you dismissed the walking Neanderthal. Had to see where you lived, if you lived alone. Then I saw you, crying and I couldn’t bear it. I caused you to cry.” She wiped away the tears flowing from his eyes.

“Shh,” her arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his head to her shoulder.

“Please,” she heard him say, “Please don’t send me away.”

She paused, thinking over the events of that night, the devastation she felt when she got home. Slowly, she pushed his body away, “Spike,” she paused and licked her lips. “I… I don’t know what to do.”

“Marry me,” he said; a flash of triumph shot through his eyes.

“I can’t”

“No, don’t say that,” Spike insisted and stood up, “I’m not asking for today or tomorrow. Just tell me, someday, maybe you’ll marry me.”

“Spike,” she giggled. “Someday?”

He fell back onto his knees, his hands cradling hers and whispered, “Someday.”

“Someday,” she agreed.

The End

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a/n: So they kiss and hug and all the gooey, romantic stuff. Hope you liked. Happy Valentine’s Day!




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