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You look gorgeous,” Spike said to her.
“Thanks,” she said, “I figured that if would look a little odd if my date was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather duster and I was all dressed up.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He ground her against his erection. “I really, really like your outfit,” he said in a husky voice.
“I knew you would,” she said.
Buffy was surprised when Spike took her into the most expensive restaurant in town. “Do you have a reservation?” a man asked.
“It’s under William Greaves,” Spike said.
“Right this way, sir,” the man said. He led them to a table by the window. They sat down.
“When did you plan all this?” Buffy asked. She couldn’t stop smiling.
“About a week ago,” he said, “I know you and I knew that you couldn’t have that man y guests over for that long without having an emotional breakdown.”
“Thanks!” she said, “I really did need a break.”
When the waiter came, Spike ordered for her. Shortly afterward, he arrived with pears soaked in sauce. Spike fed several of them to her and ate some himself.
“Would you like anything else, Buffy?” he asked. Buffy smiled again. She loved the way he said her name.
“Dessert would be of the good,” she said. “I heard they have the best cheesecake in town here.”
“Whatever my girl wants,” he said and ordered it. For Spike, watching Buffy eat the cheesecake was even better than eating it himself. She had a small smile on her face the whole time and the smile was always directed at him.
~*~
They got back on his motorcycle after dinner. After a moment, Buffy said, “Spike, this isn’t the way back hone.”
“We’re not going home yet,” he said flashing her a lust filled glance. With one glance, he aroused her.
“I don’t know how I could think I ever didn’t love him,” she thought. She wrapped her arms even more tightly around him. They stopped just in front of Restello cemetery. Spike led her to his crypt. Then they went downstairs. Buffy gasped. Silk sheets covered the bed. There were candles everywhere. Spike quickly lit the candles. She looked around one more time. By the time her gaze was once again resting on Spike, he was naked. Her breath caught in her throat.
Her eyes raked over his well-muscled chest. She could never get over how beautiful he was. Her gaze lazily drifted lower and she licked her lips. He was huge. He reached places inside her that none of her previous lovers ever had. She had thought Reily was pretty big, but compared to Spike…well…there really was no comparison. She could have stood staring at him for hours, but her body was ordering her to do other, not so innocent things.
“You’re wearing too many clothes for my taste, goldilocks,” Spike growled.
“Maybe you should do something about that, then,” she said coyly.
“Maybe I should.”
He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed. Instead of pulling her clothes off like she thought he would, he sat down and pulled her into his lap. He slipped his hand up her skirt and pushed the fabric of her panties aside. He unerringly slid a finger into her. “Let’s do this right this time around,” he growled.
Unlike last time, she didn’t fight it. She went limp in his grasp. She began to move her hips in time with his finger. He slipped a second and third finger into her. He curled the upward and pushed gently on the bungle of nerves that he knew would make her climax faster and harder. She screamed his name and collapsed in his arms.
“Now that we’ve sorted out that bit of business, I think that you are definitely wearing too much clothing,” he said.
~*~
“Where’s Buffy? And Spike?” Dawn asked.
“They…uh…had to go…uh…patrol…yeah,” Willow said.
Dawn gave her a sideways look. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Tara said, “Really.”
“What’s taking them so long?”
Willow and Tara exchanged glances. This whole excuse thing wasn’t working out as well as they had hoped.
~*~
Spike moved to take Buffy’s clothes off. She moved away from him with an impish smile. She stood up and pulled off her shirt and undid her bra. She set them down on the floor. Then, she casually slipped off her skirt and panties. She did the same thing with them. Then, knelt down on the bed and slipped one finger into herself. She slipped it in and out several times. She moaned.
Spike felt himself grown even harder at this little display. He grew even harder when she pulled her finger out and stuck it in her mouth. She pulled it out with a wet popping noise. She grinned at him and beckoned him over with one finger. That was all it took. Buffy suddenly found that her legs were pinned wide and Spike was pounding into her. He had now added a small twist at the end of each thrust to, once again, hit the bundle of nerves that he knew would bring her closer, faster. He kissed her, hard and slid his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues mimicked the actions of their bodies. She tangled her fingers in his hair. He reached down and gave her clit one good flick. It sent her over the edge. He continued to pump into her as he came. Finally, they both collapsed onto the bed.
“So..” Buffy said after a minute, “I’m assuming you liked my little show.”
Instead of answering her, Spike kissed her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He began thrusting into her from behind. This position caused him to reach more deeply inside of her. She couldn’t think. All she could manage to do was chant his name over and over. He grinned when he heard it and he began to thrust faster and harder. He reached over her and began to rub and pinch her breasts. She moved her own finger down to rub her unattended clit. When she came, she shrieked his name. He screamed hers as he poured his cold seed deep within her womb.
He stayed inside of her as he rolled them both over onto their sides. He gently stroke her sweat soaked his. “Did I tire you out?” he said in her ear.
She snorted. “As if!” He grinned, rolled them over and began thrusting again.
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