Just a Fling
by madrog

Chapter 1

Dracula
 
A/N: First off, let me thank evilawyer and Megan for reading over this and see if it was worth publishing. As you can see, I got the thumbs up from both of them. Let me also thank evilawyer for beta-ing this story



Summary: Dracula has woken up the slayer’s dark, sensual side, and she decides to explore that side of sex for herself. Who better than to help her? Spike of course. This is a fun, sexy romp of 5th season Spike and Buffy. Evilawyer calls it PW1/2P. SPUFFY!!





Just a Fling



‘It’s got to get better than this,’ Buffy fumed as she looked over at Riley’s sleeping form next to her. The phrase , "dead weight," sprung to mind. His boyish face was even more boyish in his sleep. Don’t get her wrong. He was masculine, but not in a manly way. Just a handsome boy. A handsome boy who couldn’t offer the forbidden that drew her with a promise of more of what Dracula had shown her. ‘It has just got to be better, and it sure doesn’t fit with getting in touch with my dark side like I want to. Boyish and dark are not mixy. Maybe if he were blonde, ripped muscles, closer to my height, a scarred eyebrow, and an accent. Where the hell did that come from? Granted Captain Peroxide is plenty manly, but really. Bad Buffy.’



Riley was sweet and all, and she was sure that he loved her. She just wasn’t sure if she loved him, which wasn’t fair to him. He was the marrying type, and she wasn’t sure if that would work for her, at least not with him. And the sex? Plain vanilla. No cherry on top. Not even chocolate syrup. Granted she hardly had any experience before Riley. Once with Angel, who treated her like she would break, and once with Parker, who just used her. It was straight missionary position both times. It was pretty much the same with Riley. Buffy knew that there had to be more positions than that. Hell, she had seen more in R rated movies. She was curious, but for some reason couldn’t bring herself to ask Riley to add some variety. Actually, to tell the truth, she couldn’t see herself doing other positions with him. Riley was just…Riley. Born and raised straight as an arrow. She bet Dracula did more positions than missionary.



She thought back over the past few of days.

The first time she had met Dracula, she was in the cemetery using a vampire as a punching bag, thoroughly enjoying herself. She punched him several times and then grabbed his shoulders and kneed him. He got up, and she was on his back.

While they were fighting, a dark fog formed into a pair of eyes, a nose, and then a complete face.

The vampire threw Buffy down. She got up and charged, ducked a punch, punched and then kicked him. She tried to kick again, but he grabbed her and lifted her over his head, then threw her down. She got up again, jumped on him with her legs around his neck. He threw her down, but she flipped him over and then staked him.

Looking satisfied, Buffy stood up and began to stride away. She walked between the gravestones and suddenly stopped, whirling around.

A figure walked towards her. He was very thin, pale, long-haired, and spoke with an accent. “Very impressive hunt. Such power.”

Buffy cocked her head to the side. “That was no hunt. That was just another day on the job.” She watched the man move closer. “Care to step up for some overtime?”

“We're not going to fight.” The man’s cape flowed behind him as he moved.

“Do you know what a slayer is?” Buffy shook her head. What a head case.

The mystery man smirked. “Do you?”

Intrigued, Buffy looked him over again. “Who are you?”

“I apologize. I assumed you knew. I am Dracula.” He gave her a small bow.

Buffy's eyes widened, and she looked thrilled. “Get out!”

And that was what she should have done. She should have got the hell out of there. Finally Willow and Xander had showed up, and Dracula left. She did pretty well staying away from Dracula later by deciding to research before going after him again, then telling Riley good night and turning in at home instead of the dorm.



That’s when he came after her again, while she slept. She had suddenly woken up to see Dracula standing at the foot of her bed.



His gaze was intense. “You are magnificent.”

Buffy’s voice was soft, no her usual cocky. “I bet you say that before you bite all the girls.”



Dracula took a step closer to the bed. “No, you are different. Kindred.”



Buffy’s confusion turned to revulsion. “Kindred? Hardly, I…”



“Pull your hair back.” His command was said softly.

Buffy was surprised but pulled her hair back from her neck. Dracula admired her for a moment

“This isn't how I ... usually fight.” Buffy looked a little self-conscious and glanced at the window. “You think you can just waft in here with your music video wind and your hypno-eyes...”

“I have searched the world over for you. I have yearned for you.” Dracula sat on the bed next to her. “For a creature whose darkness rivals my own.” He put his hand on her chin and moved her head aside. He saw the scar where Angel had bitten her and touched it with his fingertips. “You have been tasted.” He smiled slightly as he trailed his fingers over her cheek.



Buffy was scared by the fact that she didn’t want to pull away. “He was…”

”Unworthy. He let you go.” He looked her in the eyes. “But the embrace ... his bite ... you remember.”

Buffy’s voice betrayed her uncertainty. “No.”

Dracula caressed her face some more. “Do not fight.” He put his hand behind her neck. “I can feel your hunger.” He leaned down and bit her neck. Buffy gasped but didn’t pull away.

The next morning she thought the encounter had been all a dream until she looked in a mirror. Two puncture marks looked back at her in her reflection. She tied a scarf around her neck before going out.

In the end, the scarf did no good. Riley then all of the Scoobies figured it out. She had been mortified, and it had taken her awhile to get away by herself after that. Where she was going, she didn’t want anybody to know about. She never bragged about her visits to Spike.

*****



Buffy threw the door open to Spike’s crypt. He had been standing in front of the refrigerator, and she saw him jump behind it. Even if she hadn’t seen him, she would have heard his impressive use of curse words. His final words were the only ones that didn’t burn her ears.



“Bloody hell, Slayer. Why in the world do you want to singe a bloke so early in the afternoon? And I’m now covered in my lunch. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of a shirt?”



Buffy took pity on him and shut the door. “I didn’t come here to trade laundry tips. And yes, I know how hard it is. Slayer here…” Buffy felt her words taper off and her mouth dry up as she watched him take his shirt off. With every inch Spike lifted the shirt, more and more of his gorgeous, muscled chest was exposed. Buffy had always assumed Spike was in shape, but seeing it was…awesome. His abs were the definition of ripped. His pecs were perfect. Buffy caught herself before drool ran down her chin. Just in case, she wiped her mouth. ‘Remember Buffy. Spike equals evil undead.’



Spike couldn’t believe it. The slayer was ogling his chest. What was the world coming to? And what a ponce he was. He was getting hot watching her get hot staring at him. “Knock, knock, Slayer.”



Buffy was startled out of her stupor. “Huh?”



Smirking, Spike threw his shirt over his chair. “I wasn’t aware I was so entertaining today.”



Entertaining? Spike watching. She definitely thought he had been an eye full so far. Bad Buffy. “Uh,…no, no. I’m here about…”



“Dracula.” Spike finished for her.



Buffy tilted her head to the side. “How did you know?”



“Saw your worse half yesterday asking about Dracula, and now you today.” Spike smirked. “My week is complete. Completely cocked up, that is.”



To say that she was surprised was an understatement. The fact Spike wasn’t dust was even more surprising. “He did?”



“Yes, the heavy handed git did.” Spike walked up close to her, curious to see her reaction. “So what do you…,” he made a dramatic pause, “…want?” She blushed; the slayer actually blushed. What nasty little thoughts were going through her mind?



Buffy’s thoughts? She was picturing her hands running all over the contours of his chest. Bad, Buffy. Bad, bad, Buffy. This was Spike after all. The evil pain in the ass. “I want to know about him. I especially want to know about thrall. What do you know…?”



Spike rolled his eyes. “About the welching wanker, Dracula? Or did you want me to let you finish that dreary excuse for a question you keep asking me time and again, ‘What do you know…?’”



“Right, tired question.” Buffy had to admit that Spike had a point, not that she would ever tell him. “Right on the Dracula part. What do you know…?”



“Tsk, tsk. We’ve already been there, pet.” If he had blinked he would have missed her small smile. Who would have thought? The slayer staring at him and now wasting a smile on him. “Yes, I know the pansy. Dracula’s an old rival from way back. Owes me eleven pounds. Collect that for me, would you?”



Buffy crossed her arms. “You wish…”



“Ya, I do.” Spike managed to sound sincere without laughing.



“Shut up, Spike.” Buffy fidgeted with the scarf covering up her bite. The last thing she needed was Spike seeing how Dracula marked her.



“Like I told your lap dog, Dracula mostly does gypsy tricks. Turns to smoke, bats, and other such nonsense. But the thrall, that’s another thing. Speaking of which…” Spike reached up and jerked her scarf off. Putting his finger under her chin, he turned her head to examine Dracula’s handy work. “See you’ve already had a session with the bugger.”



Buffy knocked his hand away. “He was just suddenly there, in my bedroom. I wanted to resist but couldn’t. That’s thrall, isn’t it?”



“You got it.” Spike walked away and sat on the sarcophagus. “Dru was a master at it, which meant I had to learn to block her to have any peace.”



“Teach me how.” Buffy’s voice was firm and determined.



It was Spike’s turn to be surprised. He considered for a minute. “For a price.”



Buffy rolled her eyes and put one hand on her hip. “Of course. Should have known. How much this time?”



“I want to help you kill the bastard.”



This was definitely the day for surprises. “Why?” Buffy asked dumfounded.



Nonchalant, Spike shrugged his shoulder. “Owes me eleven pounds. Welched on a bet.”



Buffy was at a loss. Spike wanted to help without being paid. “Uh…okay.”



Spike hopped down off the sarcophagus, rubbing his hands together. “Let me get a new shirt and then we’ll have a little lesson on resisting thrall.”



*****



Spike snuck into the castle without being seen. So what if he was a little late. What was the slayer going to do? Sue him? Well, he was here now. He didn’t think the slayer had been there long anyway. Dracula sounded like he was just warming up, the self-centered git.



Spying on Buffy and Dracula in the dining room of the castle, he had known this was going to happen. Typical Drac-operandi. Bite the girl. Then draw girl to his posh digs. Blah, blah, blah. But wait, Spike smirked, this time was going to be different. Dracula underestimated the slayer.



“I knew you'd come.” Dracula started towards Buffy.



“Why? Because I'm under your thrall?” She whipped out Mister Pointy and dropped the dazed expression. “Well, guess again, pal.”



“Put the stake down,” Dracula directed her.



”Okay.” Buffy put it down, then looked at her hand in surprise. Buffy sounded unconvinced. “Right. That ... was not ... you…I did that. I did that because ... I wanted to.” Dracula watched her. “Maybe I should rethink that thrall thing.” She looked around for Spike. He had better show, or she didn’t know what she was going to do.

Dracula slowly walked towards her. “Are you afraid I will bite you? Slayer, that's why you came.”



“No. Last night ... it's not gonna happen again.”



He came closer. “Stop me. Stake me.”



”I...” Buffy took a step backwards and glanced at her stake. “Any minute now.”



”Do you know why you cannot resist?”



“Cause you're famous?”

Spike started to laugh. Famous. A famous blighter that got off playing with his food. But Buffy should be stopping the act by now. They had gone over and over how to resist the thrall, and he had thought she had it down. Come on, Slayer.



Dracula moved closer while Buffy took another step back. “Because you do not want to.”



Shaking her head, Buffy tried to deny him. “My friends…”



”They're here. They will not find us. We are alone.”

Buffy looked anxious.

Dracula’s gazed delved into her eyes, her thoughts. “Always alone.”

Buffy continued to look anxious.

Talking in a low voice, Dracula circled her. “There is so much I have to teach you. Your history, your power ... what your body is capable of...”



‘My body?’ Buffy shook her head. “I don't need to know.”



“You long to. And you will have eternity to discover yourself.” Dracula came to stand in front of her. “First ... a little taste.”



“What are you…”



“All those years fighting us. Your power so near to our own...” He cut his arm with a fingernail until blood welled up. “...and you've never once wanted to know what it is that we fight for?” He held his arm out to Buffy. “Never even a taste?



Spike was ready to come out of hiding. What the bloody hell was going on? The slayer must either be under Dracula’s thrall or she was a great actress.

Buffy looked conflicted. “If I drink that…”



“I have not drunk enough from you to change. You must be near death to become one of us. And that comes only when you plead for it.”



Her gaze focused on his wrist. “I'm not hungry.”



“No. Your craving goes deeper than that.”

Dracula’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You think you know ... what you are ... what's to come. You haven't even begun.”

Buffy looked at his arm, at his face. Took his hand in both of hers and put her mouth on the bloody wrist.

He encouraged her. “Find it. The darkness. Find your true nature.”

Buffy's eyes went wide.

Spike couldn’t believe that the slayer had actually done it. Dracula really had her in touch with her dark side. Maybe she wasn’t going to make it out of the thrall. Then what?

She suddenly shoved out her hand and pushed Dracula away. He landed on the table and slid across it on his back.

“That was gross.” Buffy was back to her old self.

Spike wanted to cheer. He started rooting for the slayer.

She walked forward as Dracula got to his feet.

Dracula tried again, but Spike could tell that that the ponce was starting to get nervous.

“You are resisting.”



Buffy confidently walked towards him. “Looks like.”



“Come here. Come to me.” He held out his hand.



“You know, I really think the thrall has gone out of our relationship. But I want to thank you for opening up my eyes a little.”



That’s the slayer he knew and hated, and she had listened to his teaching earlier in the day. She had overcome a master of thrall. Damn, he was a good teacher.



Buffy ran across the room. She barreled into Dracula, and they fell to the floor, rolling. He was on top. They traded punches, and then she grabbed his shirt and flipped him over. Now on top, she punched him a few times. Then he caught her fist and flung her off him.

Dracula growled and turned to smoke. Buffy looked around and saw where the smoke was converging. She ran toward the smoke. She grabbed Mister Pointy off the table as she ran, leapt to the top of the stairs, and was there to stake Dracula just as he appeared from the smoke. He looked shocked.

Buffy smiled. “How do you like my darkness now?”

Dracula growled, fell down the stairs and exploded into dust.

Buffy sauntered down the stairs.

That was Spike’s cue. He met her at the bottom of the stairs. He was armed. With a pickle jar. When the fog started to converge, Spike scooped up the center, and screwed on the lid. “Ha, got ya, you poncy git.”

“But you didn’t get all of the fog.”

“Even better. We have him split up so that he has no way of forming again.” He handed her the jar.

Just then, Riley and Giles rushed in.

Riley went immediately to her. “Buffy! You okay?”

Spike watched Giles stumble in. What had the Watcher been up to?



Giles looked at his slayer. “And Dracula?”



Buffy smiled. “Eurotrashed.” Buffy handed Giles the jar. “Here’s his holding tank.”

“What’s he doing here?” Riley was immediately suspicious when he caught sight of Spike.

“Oh, he…” Buffy didn’t get a chance to finish. Just as well, since Spike had slipped away.

Xander rushed in holding a torch. “Where is he?? Where's the creep that turned me into his spider-eating man-bitch?”



Buffy looked at one of her best friends that had led her here. “He's gone.”



Xander was furious. “Dammit! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt-monkey!”

*****



Coming back to the present, Buffy looked over at Riley again and rolled her eyes. Darkness. Dracula had told her that darkness was in her. He talked like it was a good thing for a slayer to have darkness as a part of her. And her body. He had implied that he was talking about her body’s sexuality. Dark sexuality. Wonder what that would be like. Maybe, just maybe she would find out what that was all about. A little walk on her wild side.



*****

The next day found Buffy barging into Spike’s crypt.



Spike was shocked at her intrusion. What did she want this time? He sighed and leaned against one of the pillars.



Buffy wrung her hands. “Thanks for the help with Dracula. Where did you run off to?”



That was certainly not anything that Spike could imagine coming out of the slayer’s mouth aimed at him. Something was definitely up. “Looking for some baubles to pawn.”



Walking about the crypt, still wringing her hands, Buffy tried to keep talking. “Find anything?”



Smirking, Spike described some of the items. “There was a ruby ring, a pearl necklace, a sapphire bracelet, an onyx ring and other expensive pretties that the git liked to give his women. Just think. You could have emeralds to sprinkle through your hair when you wanted to dress up.”



Enough of the small talk, Buffy wanted to get this part of her plan over with. “Do you want to have a sling?”



“Huh?” Well, that was a major change in the conversation. Too bad he had no idea what she meant.



“With me?” Buffy appeared to be looking at the ceiling, trying to not blush.



Spike pushed away from the pillar and walked into her view when she looked down. “What are you going on about, slayer?”



“Aren’t you listening?” Buffy was getting frustrated.



“Yeh, but it sounds like gibberish or something?



Buffy started to chicken out, but no. She was determined girl. She was an adult, and she could do this. “Do you want to have a sling with me? You know…you, me, sweaty sheets…”



Spike was astonished. “You mean a ‘fling?’”





TBC



Help: Need a little help here. If anyone is from London, could you email me. I have a couple of questions for the story. madrog@sunnydale-tales.com
A/N: Thanks again to Evilawyer for such a quick turn around in beta-ing this chapter. Enjoy!



*****



Shaking his head sharply, Spike was astonished. “You mean a ‘fling?’”



“Whatever.” She knew sling sounded funny, but it wasn’t like she could have asked Willow what word she should use. She just wanted to get this part of her plan over with. She tapped her foot impatiently. Determined girl was still here.



He threw up his hands and then pointed at the floor. “No, not a ‘whatever.’ We’re talking sex here, right?” He still couldn’t believe what was coming out of the little twit’s mouth.



“Yes, with an accent on sex.” Buffy sounded exasperated. She could point a finger – at him. “Just sex, with no strings attached.”



“Huh…What…Why?” Putting his hand on his forehead, Spike thought he was hearing things. Maybe this was a dream. Yeah, that’s it. A horrible, slayer nightmare.



Buffy stared at him, trying to get his attention back. “You heard Dracula talk to me, about me being the Slayer, about there being darkness in me, and he was right. I had already been suspecting it. Now I can feel it, strong, like he awakened it in me. The darkness feels like power, but more. It feels sexual. So I’ve decided that I want to learn about both the darkness and the sexuality. Giles is working on the slayer and darkness side, but I didn’t want to say, ‘Hey, does my being a slayer make for good sex?’ You are the only vampire --- which equals darkness --- that I know who could have sex with me and wouldn’t try to kill me. I know we hate each other, but I thought…” Buffy’s voice died away. She didn’t know what else to say without babbling.



Spike tried to collect his thoughts after this demolition ball was dropped in the middle of his brain. One of his thoughts was of Riley’s last visit. Wouldn’t bother him at all to steal his sweetie after Riley threatened him with that pointed piece of wood. The pansy arse threatening someone that can’t fight back. What a man! And sex with the Slayer. Got to be good with that sexy body and the strength packaged with it. And darkness was the icing on the delectable cake. No. He mentally slapped himself in the face. ‘Absolutely not,’ he told himself. Not only did he hate the self-centered brat, he was already ruined in the demon world because he helped her from time to time. Now he would be her boy toy. No way was he going there. He walked over to stand in front of her. “Slayer…sure.” Where the hell did that come from? The littler head, that’s where.



Staring at the floor, Buffy had no idea what to do next. She finally looked up, but she couldn’t bring herself to look him eye to eye. “Well…I…you’re now my lover?”



“Sounds like.” He hated the fact that he felt awkward. He was Spike, William the Bloody, Slayer of Slayers, not a school boy. “So now what? What about soldier boy? However ‘no strings attached’ this may be, pet, this has to be exclusive. I may not be able to stand you most of the time, but I still won’t share.” Actually, sleeping with Buffy behind the enormous hall monitor’s back wouldn’t have bothered Spike at all if Spike were willing to share her. But he wasn’t willing to share her, and he was surprised by how much he wasn’t willing. What he was willing to do was to completely steal G.I. Joe’s honey, though.



Oh my god, she had totally forgotten about the fact that she had Riley. That just wasn’t exactly right. Of course, Riley was a good deal of the reason she had decided on making this proposition to Spike. So now Spike had agreed, and they needed to take the next step. Regardless of her plan, she knew she wouldn’t sleep around behind Riley’s back. “I’ll break it off with him today.” That should bother her more than it did.



Walking off and lighting a cigarette, Spike shrugged. “I’m free as a bird on my side.”



Buffy chewed on her lower lip as she watched the smoke rise around him. “So…when do we start?”



“Uh…tomorrow? Four o’clock tomorrow afternoon?” How bizarre was this? He was making an appointment to not bag his third slayer, but to bang her. And don’t forget they were also to explore her dark side. Bonus.



“Four’s good.” She stood there and stared at him for a moment, not knowing what else to do. “Bye, I guess.” Relieved that her errand which had been weighing on her was done, she turned, planning on a hasty retreat. Moving quickly, Spike stopped her by putting his hand on her arm. Then he pulled her flush against his body, and his mouth claimed hers, opening immediately so that his tongue could seek out hers. Taken by surprise, Buffy automatically opened her mouth, and she was rewarded tenfold. Boy, could he kiss was her only coherent thought. His tongue tangled with her own in a devouring kiss, making her body hum. When Spike finally pulled away, Buffy was still leaning towards him and was left wanting. Of course, she had kissed him when Willow cast her will be done spell, but this surpassed those kisses. As she looked into his blue eyes, she thought to herself that this deal with the vampire might just work as she turned to leave. He already surpassed Riley at kissing.



When the slayer was out of the door, Spike sank down on his chair and chain smoked for the next hour. ‘Me. The Slayer. Bopping horizontal. And bloody hell, that was one hot kiss.’ He took a few more puffs. ‘Bugger. Who would have thought?’ He smoked another fag. ‘Damn, I guess I need a proper bed.’



Buffy stood outside of Spike’s closed door and wondered for the millionth time if she was doing the right thing. Hell no, it wasn’t, but it was what she wanted to do. She had talked to Giles about understanding herself. That was when the idea came to her. She definitely had a dark side. Dracula, an evil dead, had shown her that. She wanted to explore her dark side, and who better to do that with than another evil dead. Spike was perfect. With the chip in his head, he couldn’t hurt her. And the sex? When Dracula bit her, it was sexual --- big time. She had become hot all over and wet between her legs. Close to the same had happened when she had drunk from Dracula. She had said it had been gross. In truth, it had bordered on turning her on. If she could judge by the kiss they had just shared, Spike might just be a good lover. It was bizarre that she was even thinking along these lines, but she had to admit that she was kinda looking forward to tomorrow. Now all she needed to do was break up with Riley.



*****



During her patrol that night, Buffy could hear something coming. Boooom, boooom, boooom, boooom. She hadn’t thought footsteps could be that loud on grass. Wanting to covertly see the newcomer, Buffy stepped behind a tree. She was afraid and hiding? More like not sure what was coming and being careful. When she did get a look, she thought she might want to go home and have hot chocolate with her mom.



The creature, or maybe she should call it a monster, stood well over seven feet tall. Tall enough to give Shaq a run for his money and would probably win. His shoulders looked as wide as a football field. His arms were bulging. In the brute strength category, Buffy knew that she was going to be severely lacking against him.



Her slayer senses tingled. A vampire was coming their way. Damn, this was all she needed! But first thing’s first. “Hey, Lurch! Should I yell louder to get up to your ears?” Why was she surprised that all she got out of him was a grunt? He never stopped. He kept walking, never slowing, until he was close enough to take a swing with his tree trunk of an arm. Buffy easily ducked under and drove a fist into his kidney. Not so much as bending over. Not so much as another grunt. Damn. She tried a kick to the solar plexus. Zip. Zero reaction. No, that wasn’t quite true. He did give a swipe of his arm that sent her flying ten feet into a tombstone. She got up, took a running start and jumped, planting both feet into his face. At least he stumbled this time. Her slayer senses tingled even more. “Great. Just what I need now.” The vampire must be going to join the party. The monster was advancing on her, but she took a quick moment to glance around and size up the newcomer. She saw a white-blonde head in the trees. Spike. Was that good or bad? What were her chances that he would help her out? She’d hazard a guess that if it didn’t involve money, he would probably sit back and watch her get knocked around like a ping pong ball.



Spike heard the ruckus and came to watch the show. He would never tell her, but watching the slayer kick ass was always entertaining. The closer he got to the scene, the more a tingle ran up his spine. ‘No wonder”, he though when he got there. The slayer was having a go with a…a…beefy mammoth. To help or not to help? That was the question. Actually with a little thought, he found one word that settled his dilemma. “Fling.” Sex with the slayer was a high priority as of earlier today. He couldn’t let the little bird die before he got a poke.



For once not rushing in, he watched for a moment, assessing and working out a strategy. Then he saw the perfect opportunity. The slayer had jumped on the monster’s back and was trying to snap its neck. The monster’s bulging muscles and correspondingly poor range of arm motion kept it from dislodging Buffy from its back.



“Hold on tight, pet.” Spike ran and took a flying leap, and grabbed her legs adding force to her twist. Snap. One dead monster.



Buffy landed hard on the ground. It took a moment before both she and Spike could gain their feet and move to inspect the monster.



Buffy was again struck by its size. Then she got a good look at its face. “It has stitches on its face. He really should get another plastic surgeon.”



Spike kicked him like he was a new set of tires before studying him. “Lots of stitches.” Spike raised his scared eyebrow as he lit a cigarette.



Buffy leaned in for a closer look. “What is it?”



Knocking his ashes on the body, Spike shook his head. “Don’t have the foggiest, luv. Never seen a demon like that.”



“Hey, Buff.”



Startled, Buffy spun around. “Xander and Anya. Major freakage of surprise.”



“Sorry, Buff.” Xander walked over to the creature. “Whatcha got there? New pet? Doesn’t look too frisky.”



“We don’t know what it is.” Buffy shook her head.



Spike lit a cigarette and blew the smoke over the body. “But the bugger was hard to kill.”



“I’ve seen him in a movie.” Xander announced excitedly. “That’s Frankenstein.”



Spike took another drag. “No, Frankenstein was the poncy git that made the monster.”



Anya got up close to examine the monster. “Anyway, there is no Frankenstein or his monster. It’s just a silly story.”



“Looking pretty real to me.” Xander caught his girlfriend’s hand and pulled her back.



Buffy was more than ready to go. “Sounds like Scoobie meeting time.”



“Sounds like I shouldn’t walk but run away from such event.” Spike turned on his heel and strolled away, waving over his shoulder.



Before Buffy, Xander, and Anya left, they watched as the body slowly disappeared, not melting into the ground, but just disappearing. “Major wigging here. G-man time.” Xander and Anya started walking towards Giles’ apartment.



*****

TBCThanks so much to Evilawyer for helping with the smut. ;)



*****



The William in him wanted to create a romantic setting with scented candles and satin sheets. The more hardened Spike in him summarily blew off that pansy idea. The slayer wanted a fling and didn’t want to read more into it than just a fling. He only hoped she was good in bed. But, no matter how he rationalized that this wasn’t really a seduction, he still created a lush setting with a Victorian four poster bed he had stolen from a swank furniture store the night before, black satin sheets, and numerous lighted candles around the room.



Buffy stood in front of the mirror wondering what one wore to the first day of an affair. A skirt? Pants? Leather? Lace? Bikini panties or a thong? She was a mature woman, she kept telling herself. She could dress sexy even if it were for a vampire. She finally settled for red lace underwear with a black skirt and red top. Without realizing it, she had dressed in Spike’s colors. Probably a good thing that she hadn’t noticed.



Twenty minutes later, and after making sure no one was following her, Buffy stood in front of Spike’s crypt trying to figure out if she was going to chicken out. The decision was made for her when the crypt door opened. She couldn’t see Spike but assumed that he was behind the door, holding it open.



Buffy hesitantly stepped over the threshold and heard the door shut behind her. She turned to face him and…froze. She didn’t know he could look better than he did in his typical black t-shirt, but he was wearing a button-down black silk shirt and he looked scrumptious. Her mouth went as dry as the Sahara and fell open, literally fell open, but no words came out.



Spike was shocked but very flattered by her obvious admiration. Noticing that she was tongue tied, he took pity on her and spoke up. “Good afternoon, Slayer.”



Without thinking, she corrected him. “Buffy. Call me Buffy, especially since we are…unh…going to be…intimate.”



“Buffy it is then.” Intimate. She had chosen the right word, Spike thought. Buffy would sound more intimate in bed than ‘Slayer,’ he thought with a smile.



That smile. Had he ever smiled at her like that? Yes. When they were under Willow’s engagement spell last year. He had smiled at her then, love shining in his eyes. Even though he didn’t love her now --- hatred was probably closer to what he felt for her --- his smile now looked genuine and striking. Trying to not gawk anymore, Buffy looked around and wondered if they were going to do it on the floor, the chair, or the sarcophagus. “Uh…what now?”



Spike would have laughed had he himself not felt just as nervous as Buffy obviously felt. This was his arch enemy, after all. He should be trying to punch her lights out instead of looking forward to what fun was to come. Abruptly, he realized that she was wondering where they were going to have sex. “We’re going to be downstairs, Sl…Buffy.”



“There’s a downstairs?” Tilting her head to the side, Buffy looked at him in surprise.



Spike gave a soft chuckle. “Yes, sweetness. Follow me.”



Once downstairs, Buffy wandered around the cavern. The room looked enchanted. The candles and the bed were fit for making love, not just an emotionless affair. She and Riley had always done it in the dark. Why hadn’t Riley ever done this for her? She couldn’t believe Spike had. This was Spike after all --- the one who, if chipless, would be trying to kill her. But she found herself turning to face him to say, “It’s beautiful.”



“Glad you like it, pet.” He slowly walked towards her until he was only a couple of feet away. He looked her in the eye. “Last chance. Are you sure?” He wasn’t sure whether he wanted her answer to be yes or no. This was his enemy. This was the slayer that had treated him like dirt for the last year. But then she treated him like an ally when they together caught and killed Dracula and then the Frankenstein monster. But now they were at a crossroads. Yes or no. Regardless of the pros and cons, he felt compelled to be with this slayer, this girl. He wanted her answer to be “Yes”.



Drowning in his dark blue eyes that sparkled in the candlelight, all she could say was yes. Maybe this was a good idea after all. “Yes.”



Taking one more step closer, reaching up for the first button of her shirt, he made sure his fingertips brushed her skin. That little touch felt more than nice. It felt electric, and he immediately wanted more.



Buffy sucked in her breath when she felt Spike’s cool touch reminding her of what he was, a vampire, but she didn’t draw away. Looking at him, at how yummy he looked with the silk hugging his muscles, she considered leaning into his touch. What was going on? Last week she couldn’t stand the sight of him. Now she lusted and yearned for him.



Spike slipped the first button out of its hole and leaned down, placing a kiss on her exposed skin. He also inhaled deeply, smelling her own scent under her perfume. Luscious. He felt his semi-erection immediately respond to a full hard on. Yes, this could turn out to be very pleasurable for both of them.



Buffy tensed when she first felt his cool lips on her skin. Judging from the tingle his kiss left, maybe she had started down a dangerous but enjoyable path.



Slipping another button from its hole, he was rewarded with a beautiful view of the curve of the top of her breast. “You’re beautiful, pet.” She gave into the urge and leaned into his touch. Another button, another kiss, another button, another kiss. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, he gently slid the shirt off of her shoulders it off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet.



He was surprised when she followed his lead by pushing his hands aside to unbutton the top button of his shirt. She stood on her tip toes to press kisses onto his flesh, her lips burning into his skin wherever her lips touched. He had never been with a living woman. This was going to be excellent experience, much better than he had thought.



He tasted better than she had thought he would. In fact, all of it so far was better than she had expected. She kissed her way across the ridges of his stomach. Once finished, she pushed his silk shirt down off his shoulders to let it puddle on the floor just as her shirt had.



Her red, lacy bra called to him, ‘Touch me, touch me.’ And he did. He cupped her breast in the palm of his hand, and stroked his thumb through the lace over her nipple. Just right. A handful. No more, no less. He leaned down to gently suck on her nipple through her bra and was rewarded with her moan.



The lace was soft and rough at the same time. Soft as the fabric-laden portions of the lace brushed softly against her sensitive skin when his hand stroked her breast through the material. Rough as the holes in the lace rubbed against her sensitive skin when his mouth closed over the material. Buffy’s hand moved of its own volition to the back of his head, lightly pressing him closer to her. “More, more.” Her other hand crept to his side and over the smooth skin of his ribs. When her hand accidentally tickled his side, Spike was about to laugh, but she pulled back first.



Buffy wanted to get one thing straight before they went too far. “I just want you to know that…I am not experienced with sex.” She rushed to explain when his scarred eyebrow shot up. “I mean…there was Angel only once…Parker only once, thank god, and then there was Riley. We did it many times, but it wasn’t very…”



“Inventive?” Her nod confirmed his guess. “Missionary?” This time, when she nodded, she looked everywhere but at him. He wanted to ask about oral sex, but thought that might send her scurrying back home.



“Anyway…” Buffy took a big gulp of air. “I want to learn, but could we take this kinda slow, especially with this being my first fling and all?”



Spike wanted to laugh. A fling. Here was the Slayer standing in front of him in a red lace bra asking him to take it slow like she was some young virgin. He leaned in so that his lips were only a centimeter away from hers. “As slow as you want to go, luv.” He kissed her slow and sweeter than she could have hoped for. When he pulled back, he asked the question he had been dying to ask. “Why me?”



She took a deep breath, and reminded herself that she could do this. “See, I think that Dracula awakened a dark slayer side in me, and I’m…interested in it. It seemed to be very sensual, and you were the only one that I knew that was dark and sensual.” Her cheeks flamed red. Calling Spike sensual seemed to be too close to a compliment. “All you need to know is that I want to explore the slayer side of sex. Okay?”



“Just fine, pet.” He would say that her reason was not his first, second or third guess, but he actually hadn’t guessed at all. Now he knew and was astounded. Dracula must have really done a number on her mind. Time to give her some relief.



Using the tip of his index finger, Spike drew a line starting at Buffy’s chin down to the front clasp of her bra. Tugging, he pulled her up against him and kissed her. A hot kiss this time. He had touched her, fondled her, and kissed her body, but not really kissed her yet. The kisses they had already shared under Willow’s engagement spell and when they made their deal didn’t really count. Either of them could still back out of those kisses. This kiss, however, held the promise of something more intense. This kiss, this intimate mouth to mouth between them, had its own heightened intimacy. Buffy instinctively knew that their tongues’ meeting would take them to the next level, one she was nervous about, hesitant. But it was a level she wanted. If she wanted to explore her darker, sensual side, she had to make the jump. She just wanted this first jump to be small. Thankfully, Spike seemed to understand. Who would have thought the insult-throwing, once viscous killer Spike could be so considerate? Who would have known?



Spike’s tongue immediately sought entrance to her mouth. She was a little hesitant to respond, but did. Buffy was surprised. Before, she had been so freaked during their kisses that she hadn’t processed them well. She didn’t know what she thought Spike was going to taste like. Ashes maybe. But he tasted pleasant, almost…sweet. Without any spell to cloud her mind, she now knew the unique taste of Spike, and she hated to admit it, but she liked it. She could certainly get use to it. Then she felt Spike’s nimble fingers open the latch of her bra and encourage it to slide off her shoulders to the ground.



Oh, here was another step, and to Buffy it was a big one. An intimate one. She was completely exposed from the waist up. Crossing her arms over her chest, Buffy turned her back and went to sit on the bed.



Spike wasn’t sure what was going on. Everything had been going well. He hated to admit it, but every seemed so…so right so far. Bloody hell, what was he doing? Laying a slayer and enjoying it. Taking care to not upset her, to make her feel comfortable. He should be just banging her. That’s what he should do. ‘Then why the romantic setting?’ a little voice asked Spike. Shut up, William.



He walked swiftly to the bed with every intention of getting down to it and getting it over. It was just sex after all. But he knew that wasn’t true. The kisses that they had shared had already told him that. When it came down to it, Spike wanted to see how this scene would play out. The first part had been so sensual that it was worth taking his time.



He slowly walked to the bed and placed his hands on either side of her face. Tilting her up to face him, he kissed her, deep and long. Their tongues danced and tangled until Spike found himself moaning along with her. What was going on here? He pulled back and looked into her eyes and saw need. “What’s going on?” A touch of nervousness, but the rest was raw need. “I have no idea, but I…I like it,” she quietly admitted.



Spike moved his right arm around her shoulders and guided her to lie down so that they were both laying on their sides facing each other. He figured that they had taken off enough for the moment. So they took their time. Spike’s hand wandered around her exposed skin while their kiss continued. When he felt her hand on his chest, he gave her a few nips on her lip; that brought out a giggle and more assured motions in her touch. Her hand felt like fire everywhere it made contact with him. She left trails of heat as she moved from muscle to muscle. But that wasn’t quite right. Her touch left heat in its wake. That he had expected. But her touch also felt like it caused sparks to arc on his skin. He knew he would be able to see them if he watched her hand move over his skin. But that would require him to break off the kiss, and he wasn’t about to do.



Senses overloaded, Buffy forgot everything but Spike’s lips and hands. She also forgot to whom they were attached. They were no longer a slayer and a master vampire. That thought floated around in her subconscious, and she kept it there, away. To tell the truth, she wanted to forget it. She went into this affair with her eyes open, and she wasn’t changing her mind. She wanted to explore the dark sexuality that Dracula had awakened in her. Spike’s chip and their mutual dislike of each other made him the only safe vampire to enlist in her quest to explore the dark side of her sexuality, maybe even play off the hate. He couldn’t hurt her physically or emotionally during or after the deed. Even so, it was a gamble, but a gamble that seemed to be paying off so far. The kiss made her melt, and her hands confirmed what she had suspected when she had seen him with his shirt off. His muscles were mouthwatering.



Buffy gained courage as they went along. Spike must have been channeling his inner William because he jumped when Buffy’s hand cupped his balls and erection. Wow. She was serious. Okay, let’s get the show on. A moan slipped out when she caressed and fondled him.



Buffy felt like she had been set free. His erection, which was straining against his jeans, felt huge in her hand. Then it was her turn to groan. Spike’s hand slid over her hip and down her leg to slide the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Then his hand moved to cup her mound. He moved all four fingers and pressed, feeling the dampness of her panties. Next, a little teasing. Using his index finger, he stroked her sex up and down, still on the outside of her underwear. Then he started pausing above her clit, teasing the hard nub before stroking down her entrance again.



Who would have thought just a touch on the outside of her underwear could be so erotic? Her mind began to fuzz into nothing but feelings, and those feelings were building fast. When he paused on her clit, she was reminded of when she masturbated. He could teach her lessons. She could feel her orgasm building. Then her world exploded, stars racing in front of her eyes. When she started coming down, she realized what had just happened. She had come just from his touch.



Spike couldn’t believe how responsive Buffy was, and it was like some force had been guiding his hands to do the right motions. He had known just what to do, and boom, she was riding out an orgasm. He watched her eyes slowly open with heavy lids and got lost in the hazel depths.



When Buffy opened her eyes, she was looking at deep blue eyes shining with lust. Incredibly, she felt her desire building again just from looking into his eyes. She realized that her hand was still on his bulge. Reaching for the button on his jeans, she undid it and unzipped his pants. When she slid her hand inside, she wasn’t surprise that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Nothing but a penis, a good-sized penis, and his balls. After releasing him from his pants, she ran her hand down the shaft, feeling the cool, velvety skin. The cool feel was so different from what she had experienced before, but in its own way, she found it erotic. Closing around him, she stroked up and down, and smiled at his moan. She was doing something right. Then she was surprised when, after a few strokes, Spike suddenly moved, put his hands on her shoulders, and pinned her flat on the bed.



He was surprised how the heat of her hand made him feel. He had known that the sex would be different, but not this different. This could be addictive, he thought as she grasped his manhood. Then she ran her hand up and down and he thought he would explode right then and there. No, he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of the Slayer. Grasping her shoulders, he shifted her so that her back was on the mattress. He wondered how upset she would be if he ripped her skirt off. No, he didn’t need a bloody nose. He needed to get inside of her. Thanking the gods that her skirt’s waist was elastic, he nearly laughed when she frantically helped him get it off along with her lacy underwear.



Then it was her turn to almost laugh when he jumped up and stripped his pants off in record time. Then he was on her, his torso lying across hers while his legs were to the side, and his mouth attacking hers. Their tongues dueled, evenly matched, each wanting to devour the other.



Her hands were on his hips, and after another deep kiss, she put pressure on his hip, encouraging him to lie fully on top of her, to enter her. Spike didn’t need anymore urging. He shifted so that his legs were between hers and gently pushed her legs farther apart. The head of his shaft nudged Buffy’s opening, asking for permission. She was the Slayer, but she was also a woman that he had never laid before, and she was also nervous. So the William part of him asked for her agreement. And he got it. Buffy scooted so that the head of his cock pushed into her channel.



He needed no further sign of her acquiescence. He slid completely in and was shocked. She was so hot, but there was something more. There was some kind of special connection when they became one. He looked into her eyes and saw the feeling he felt mirrored in her eyes. But it was just too much so he looked away and didn’t make eye contact again.



Buffy gasped. He stretched her, filled her. When he began to move inside of her, she thought she would die with the pleasure of the sensations he was causing within her. In and out. The movements lighting fires through out her body. She couldn’t get enough.



They moved together, kissing, consuming each other. Spike began to increase the speed and the force of his thrusts. He would almost pull completely out of her every time and then slammed in, hitting her clit, filling her, driving her wild, making her feel feelings and emotions that she had never felt before. The friction built up, the ecstasy increased to the point that both could feel their orgasms building.



Pausing, denying her the sensations his movement and member were causing, he looked into her eyes. “Darkness?”



Buffy immediately answered with a nod. “Darkness.” She watched in fascination as the bones shifted in his face until he looked at her from yellow eyes beneath a ridged forehead. He held her gaze until he used his fangs and grazed the top of her breast, leaving twin cuts.



Buffy had come into this with eyes wide open and Spike was doing as she had asked, but she hadn’t expected that the dark side would be so erotic. When his fangs sliced her skin, pain and pleasure mixed together. Her orgasm built and, when he started to suck the wound, her pleasure slammed into her hard and fast.



Even if she didn’t, he noticed that he had caused her pain and hadn’t been shocked by the damn chip in his head. Her permission, her acceptance must slip the pain past his chip. Her blood, the ultimate aphrodisiac, ran down his throat. His erection hardened more with each pull of her blood. When Buffy found her climax, her sex began squeezing his shaft over and over, pushing Spike over the edge into a warm sea of pleasure. He pumped into her hard and fast, drawing out the feeling.



They came to rest with forehead touching forehead, both breathing heavily even though Spike had no need to breathe. When he could finally have a reasonable thought, he rolled off her onto his back and continued his heavy breathing. What the bloody hell just happened? Yeah, he had just shagged a slayer, but that didn’t explain all that just happened, the connection to her that he just felt. He wanted to tell himself that sex with the Slayer had been mediocre at best, but that would be a lie. He’d never had better or more moving sex than he’d had with Buffy, and all they had done was simple old missionary style. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if they got more creative, if they had both really gotten into their dark sides. But would there be another time? What was he thinking? He wanted another go with his enemy?



Dazed, Buffy had no idea what to think. Missionary style had never been like this, all XXX like plus another X. And darkness, wow, big fat hairy - wow. Sex with Spike had sent her through the roof. And she still couldn’t believe the blood letting and then him sucking from her had felt so incredible. That orgasm was like no other she had ever had, a fourth of July on a centennial. And his chip hadn’t fired. Good, it must be that if she was agreeable, the chip didn’t zap. That orgasm, she could stand another one and another and another. But all of that left her feeling soft and intimate towards Spike. This was just supposed to be a fling, no emotional attachments, but here she lay wanting to curl up in his arms. ‘No way, Buffy. Get out of here before the insightful vampire can read you.’



Buffy sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and searched for her underwear.



Spike followed suit. He grabbed up his jeans, put them on, and headed up the ladder. Unsure of what he would have said, he was thankful that she hadn’t tried to talk. He would have gotten all tongue-tied, and she would have figured out that he wasn’t as remote as he would have liked her to believe.



Dressed, Buffy came up the ladder and saw Spike standing in front of the open refrigerator. He didn’t even turn to look her way. That was fine. She was still so confused by what she had felt with him downstairs that she just wanted to get out. Just before she opened the door, she heard Spike move to a safe place out of the way of the sun. She glanced back at him and their gazes locked. Understanding passed between them. With no words passing between them, Buffy left.



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Chapter 4



‘What a waste of a Scoobie session. Four hours total and three hours too long.’ Buffy thought as she walked back to campus with Tara and Willow. Tonight’s Scoobie meeting was the second on the same monster subject, the one she and Spike had killed the night before. Right now they were passing a new dorm that was under construction. Their dorm was another two down on the right. Not paying any attention to where she was, Buffy almost ran into a stack of two by fours thanks to Captain Peroxide, the pest to whom her thoughts kept returning. An image of him, moving above her while he filled her, kept appearing before her eyes at the most unwanted times, such as when Xander had been teasing her and even patted her on the back without her noticing. ‘Spike is the enemy. Remember that, Buffy. You are just using him. Yeah, that’s it. Using the biteless vamp.’



Sensing her irritation, Tara glanced over and assumed it was over the meeting. “I can’t believe tha..that you killed Frankenstein.”



“No, sweetie, that was Frankenstein’s monster.” Realizing that she had inadvertently sounded condescending, Willow squeezed Tara’s hand to help take away the sting. “The doctor that made him was called Frankenstein.”



Buffy waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “Whatever. We’ll just go with ‘monster,’ but Giles didn’t even think the monster ever existed. Don’t blame him with that vanishing act.”



Equally confused, Willow shook her head. “Yeah, Giles went all into Watcher mode and couldn’t find anything in the books. Freaky. And I don’t use that term lightly. I know freaky after all this time living on the hellmouth.”



“Uh…You know, I have seen all those old movies a couple of times over.” Tara pointed to the west, across a large clearing in the trees. “What…whatever the monster’s name was, it looks like his woman has come looking for him or his killer.”



They followed her direction and saw a woman dressed in a long sleeved, white sheath dress. Buffy didn’t think that the dress was anything of notice except to say “major league overdressed,” but it was the hair that made her want to stop and say “no way.” Her dark tresses were extremely kinky and flowed out and slightly up and away from the back of her head. And to make even more of a bizarre couture statement, there were streaks of white coming from each temple.



“Oh, oh…I’ve seen her…” Willow pointed and turned to say something to Tara when the first electrical bolt thrown by the woman hit the ground in front of them. All three girls scrambled for cover.



“I was going to say,” Tara called from around the tree that she was hiding behind, “that she looks like the bride of Frankenstein.”



Between electrical blasts from the woman, Buffy made her way to some of the construction supplies located nearby. “I hope it wasn’t their honeymoon Spike and I broke up last night.” Where in the hell was that vampire? Trust him to be absent when she could use his help.



Spike had been walking, ambling really, and his wanderings had taken him to the college campus. To underneath Buffy’s window to be exact. Last night, Spike had accidentally happened upon Buffy fighting the monster, but tonight it was no accident he was somewhere that he might meet up with her. Even though they had now been intimate, the Slayer was still a mystery to him. No, that wasn’t true. He understood the Slayer. What he didn’t understand was Buffy, the woman that was Buffy Summers. He had seen some of her inner self while he was in chains at Giles’ and then Xander’s. And the only boyfriend besides the brooding wonder he had ever seen her with was the soldier git. That didn’t count as understanding her, so Buffy the Sex Partner was still a mystery. But Dracula had been right about one thing. Most assuredly, there was some darkness in her, and it was certain that she never was able to express it with that lug of a boyfriend she’d had. He, the master vampire that he was, was chock full of darkness in which he rejoiced as much as possible. Rolled around in it like mud. So now the tart wanted to walk on the wild side. Well, he would take her sweet ass for a little walk or, more like, a fast ride. Uh…that is if she wanted another go.



At this time, his William came into play. Had she enjoyed her “fling?” And more importantly, was she coming back for more? He hated the fact that he hoped she had and she would. He felt like he was betraying all demon kind by laying his enemy. But the sex had been fantastic, no doubt about it. Before hand, he had wondered if she was going to be any good in the sack, what with her lack of experience and all. And, gag, she had last been with G.I. Jerk Off. But the reality of her in bed blew his mind. No, they hadn’t done anything fancy. Just simple sex, but how something so tame could be so pleasurable had blown him away. She had fit him perfectly, and he wanted her back up against him, skin to skin again. Oh, how he hoped that her search to explore her dark side continued. More things that were much darker to do with and to the Slayer flitted through his mind. And the topper, she had let him draw from her blood. Granted, it had been just scratches, and he didn’t pull much, but that was certainly a start towards the dark.



A loud crack shocked him out of his thoughts. With that kind of sound, that had to be the Slayer up against some nasty. Might as well stroll over and take a gander. Always fun to watch a good row, especially if the Slayer was one of the combatants.



Coming up on the side of the fight, he saw a scene that startled him. On his left was a woman dressed all in white with streaks of white in her dark hair. On his right was the Slayer, dodging lightening blasts from the mystery woman.



So much for watching. Using the element of surprise, Spike took a running start and tackled the strumpet. But as soon as he brought her down, he was shocked back off up into the air, landing twenty feet away.



Buffy was actually relieved to see the Billy Idol wanna be, but he hadn’t faired very well with his first attempt. “This is no time to kid around, Spike.” That ought to bite him in the ass, but enough of playing around. “Go get a bucket of water or something.”



“No kidding, pet.” The woman turned back to Buffy as her target, no doubt the one she had come here to confront. Spike ran to the tree that Willow and Tara were hiding behind. “Ok, Red and Glenda, you are up. Go find something. A hose or faucet or something. When you find it, I need you to throw your sissy modesty to the wind and take off you skirts. Wet both of them. Really wet them. We need a back up if we miss the first time.”



Willow grabbed hold of his arm. “But Spike…”



He shook her off and unceremoniously shoved them on their way. “No time for buts. The slayer is getting jacked around like a fly out there. When you get back, I want you to throw the first wet skirt over her, but the trick is to do it while Mrs. Sparky is shooting out a bolt. Got it?” Nobody was killing the slayer until he got his chip out and did it himself. Even he had to admit how hollow his threat sounded echoing inside his head.



Tara nodded. “Got it. Gone.” Willow and Tara took off, looking behind every tree and bush. There had to be something somewhere near the construction site. Finally, behind a cement mixer, they found a faucet.



When they quickly returned, they got as close to Spike as they thought was safe. “Pssst…Spike, we’ve got them.”



“Who the bloody hell says ‘pssst?’” Spike blew out a breath. God save him from human women. “Ok, I am going to draw her fire. When Electra shocks me, throw one of the skirts. You have to get her while the bolt is still coming out of her, so anticipate.”



Willow looked horrified. “But what about you?”



Hadn’t he just thought something about human women? “I’m dead, you twit. Not like one of her blasts could kill me.”



Before Willow could say anything else, Spike ran out into the open area. He rolled under the first blast and then made himself a target for the second.



Willow threw her skirt…and missed. Thank God for the back up. Tara’s throw was a bull’s-eye. Under the skirt they could see electricity arcing around like a ping pong ball, and when it ended, the woman fell to the ground. Buffy went over to check out the body and, like the monster of the night before, it disappeared.



Willow and Tara joined her, but Buffy didn’t see Spike around. After sniffing, she could smell his tell tale cigarette smoke,. Buffy turned to her friends. “Will, Tara, I’ve got to go somewhere real quick.” Buffy started jogging away, following the scent. “Don’t wait for me,” she threw over her shoulder.



What was she doing? What was she thinking? Buffy had left the nice, safe boyfriend who was now wearing out her answering machine. Instead of planning a tasty picnic with the ex, she was running to catch up with her arch nemesis so that she could make a date to get jiggy. What’s wrong with this picture? Maybe the problem was that the picture was of a slayer with her head thrown back in ecstasy writhing underneath the master vampire pounding her into the mattress. Buffy nearly stumbled at that image. What was wrong was that everything about their time together felt so right. Every touch, every taste, every movement, even him sucking blood from her. Wrong, wrong, wrong, but oh so right. Whether or not she wanted to admit it, that’s why Buffy was chasing after the vampire.



“Hey.” She finally caught him and started talking before she could get cold feet. “Spike, I wanted to thank you. You didn’t have to help with Mrs. Monster back there.”



“No, Slayer, I didn’t.” Spike rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “Don’t know what maggot in my brain made me do it.” What a lie. He knew why he helped --- to get into his mortal enemy’s pants again --- but he didn’t think Buffy wanted to talk sex in front of her friends, so he had left.



Buffy ran the toe of her shoe across the grass before looking up at him. Oh God, even standing several feet away from him, she wanted him. She wanted to run up and jump his bones. One part of his anatomy that could get as hard as a bone would be a specific target… “Four?”



He didn’t need it explained to him that she was talking about a time tomorrow. It was what he had been hoping for, wasn’t it? “Four with bells on, pet.” He watched her run off into the night. If he had a pulse, it would have been racing. What had he gotten himself into, not stalking but lusting after a vampire slayer?



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Sorry that this chapter was a little short, but that pesky plot had to set up for some more Spuffy loving. Please review.

Chapter 5

The Slayer didn’t know it, Spike thought, but this time was going to be different. This time would wipe away any shyness on her part in the bedroom.



He was still taken aback at Buffy’s utterance of “four?” the night before. With just that one little word, she had committed them to another assignation. So the little Slayer wanted another go? Well, so did he, but there wasn’t a prayer he would admit just how much, not even to himself. Still, he thought with a wink and a nod, the twit was as hot as the fires in hell. She had the potential to keep him coming back for more, just like Delilah had with Samson, only he didn’t have the ponytail to cut off. Yes, he was looking forward to session number two and maybe a three or four…well, he was getting ahead of himself, he thought as he heard something upstairs. The Slayer cometh.



Buffy found the door to the crypt half open when she arrived, and she treated it as an open invitation. Stepping cautiously in, she scanned the upper level of the crypt. No Spike. The pest. Surely he hadn’t forgotten their appointment? Was she that forgettable? Yeh, they had only done missionary position, and yeh, she didn’t have much experience. However, from where she’d been sitting, or she should say laying, her time in Spike’s arms was highly memorable. It was burned into her memory with no possibility of being erased. She knew that it probably had not been as special for Spike, but she thought he had at least enjoyed it. What? “Special” and “Spike” don’t go together. No wait, Spike was a special pain in the ass. That worked. So where was he? He had readily agreed to the time last night. Get a grip, girl. Why not just calm down and go look below?



When she looked down into the opening of the floor, she saw the candlelight. Whew, he was there. Should she feel so relieved that her enemy was waiting below to go to bed with her? Time to think about that later. As she lowered herself down the ladder, the scene unfolded. Candles everywhere, more than the previous night, giving a warm glow to the setting, and she had no doubt that Spike knew that he had made such a seductive setting. She knew for sure when she finally spied him on the bed. The scene looked as if it was out of a romance novel. A novel she certainly wanted to buy and read again and again. Spike was lying on his bed, on his side, one leg cocked up with the black satin sheet covering his lower half, draped artistically.



Buffy stopped half way between the bed and the ladder. She spoke not a word, and neither did he. For some strange reason, she felt no need to talk, just to stare at him as he was. Finally, Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow at Buffy, and she took it as her cue.



She was wearing blue jeans, new black boots, and a pink chiffon shirt over a black shell underneath, but not for long. Not dropping his gaze, she reached down to pull off one boot and then the other.



She had come, Spike thought. She had come and now she had taken up the unspoken order to undress for him. Nope, no shyness allowed tonight. He watched two boots and two socks hit the floor, and then a pair of jeans were shimmied out of leaving a delectable, pink thong. Next came the shirt and shell, leaving a pink, lace bra. She looked…she looked good enough to nibble and taste all over. He was glad when she paused, more time to admire her in her unmentionables. Unmentionables but good on the ole eyes.



Buffy took the next two steps easier than she had anticipated. She had thought it would be hard to strip for Spike, but the admiration and lust she could see in his expressive blue eyes made her movements both easy and sensual. Now closer to the bed, she stepped out of her thong, holding it up and twirling it before dropping it, and then sent her bra to join it on the floor with the same flourish.



Spike’s mouth went dry like the Sahara desert dry. This slayer was mouth-watering, and he wanted a taste. He decided to stay mute and let actions speak for themselves. He lifted the black sheet as an invitation. Before she even got settle on the bed, Spike’s hand was behind her head, pulling her into a deep kiss. The hunger they already felt for each other flared. His tongue touched hers, tasting, and she tasted of the sweetest of nectar. He growled when she nibbled on his lower lip. Ha, she was already learning how fun a bite could be. But again, this was the night to get over her shyness with him. He bet he knew another place just as sweet as her lips.



Buffy was surprised when, with a sly smile, Spike pulled back from the kiss, and even more surprised when he sent the sheet sailing to the floor. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Never taking his eyes from hers, he slowly walked to the foot of the bed. She couldn’t have been more embarrassed, but she was determined to meet him head on. Now he broke eye contact and studied her body.



Spike noted her discomfort. “No blushing, pet. You are a rare, beautiful piece of art meant to be seen and admired.” Grasping each ankle, Spike slid her body down the slick sheet so that her knees were bent over the edge of the bed. Spike laughed at the round “o” her mouth formed. “Oh, little slayer, there is so much more than just having a poke.”



Buffy was astonished and excited. She and Riley had always stayed under the sheets, and Buffy certainly didn’t know what to think when Spike knelt between the v that her parted thighs now made. It didn’t have anything to do with Spike. It had every thing to do with her inexperience with sex. Angel hadn’t licked her down there and Parker, the selfish prick, definitely didn’t. That left Riley, who seemed to be more embarrassed about oral sex than she was. When he had done it to her, it hadn’t been all that great, and she certainly hadn’t come. But Spike…that was another thing entirely. She got hot just watching him run his tongue along his upper lip. He had made her come just with his hand, so she highly anticipated what he could do with his tongue.



But then with her nerve endings turned up high, conscious thought fled. Spike surprised her by starting with his finger. Buffy jumped when she felt the cool touch on the lips of her sex. All the while, Spike held eye contact. He ran his finger along her wet fold on one side, around her opening, then back up the other side. When he reached the top, he was careful to not actually touch her clitoris. He smiled when he traced the course again, and Buffy began to squirm. This time he ran his finger down the fold and just a bit into her opening before coming up again. As he kept up his slow tease, Buffy moved and writhed but never broke their gaze. That was until Spike’s finger moved up her fold and rubbed across her clit. With that, she clamped her eyes shut and fisted her hands in the sheets as he teased her clit again and again, sending a tingly feeling through her that spread from her clit to her thighs below and her belly above. Then his finger disappeared. Buffy’s eyes snapped open and searched for what had gone wrong. Instead, she found Spike sporting a fiercely hungry glare that was focused on her. Mesmerized, she watched his pointed tongue slide out searching for the warmth of her flesh. With the first lick, an electric shock ran through her body. Her back arched from the intense feelings of pleasure racing through her body.



Spike followed much the same pattern as before, licking around her most sensitive skin, and when he finally came to the clit, he teased. Teased until Buffy moaned and begged in need. It was one thing to need, but another to get what she wanted, Spike thought with a smirk. He ran his tongue straight down from her clit into her passage, sliding in, out, and around. Buffy’s body jerked from the intensity of the sensations he was causing. He smiled against the lips of her sex when he felt her orgasm build, and when it did explode through her senses, her body quivered all over.





When Spike finally stood up, he was surprised him by how fast she recovered. Buffy quickly slid to the end of the bed and grasped his manhood, looking up into his face and smiling. “One good turn deserves another.” Spike had been right to be surprised by her quick recovery from her orgasm. It had been hard for her, but his look of intense lust made it worth it. Now she just hoped that she would do the blow job well.



She started out just as he had with a tease. The tip of her tongue ran lightly around his slit, then around the whole head of his penis. She felt Spike start to push forward, but she held him back. Cupping his balls with her free hand, she lathed the head over and over, smiling at his moans. Then without warning, she changed her tack. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, moved back, took it into her mouth again, and sucked. Buffy had to stifle a giggle because every time she took him into her mouth, he tried to push forward to slide more of his cock into her mouth, but she wouldn’t let him. She didn’t know how she knew what to do. She just did, and she was surprised by how much she enjoyed his pleasure. Finally, having teased enough, Buffy engulfed him in her mouth. She thought he was going to fall over when his knees began to give. Ah, bringing the famous William the Bloody to his knees was a delicious thought. She felt power over him, and it was a heady feeling. She continued, tasting his pre-cum, until she felt Spike’s hands in her hair, pulling her up.



Spike had no intention of ending their “session” so quickly by peaking now. When they kissed, their juices mingled. Their tongues met, tangled and tasted. He turned them so that when he brought her onto the bed, she was on top. He ran one hand down to cup her ass, and she pressed his head down into the mattress as she kissed him. He tried to chuckle, but Buffy’s mouth wouldn’t let up, not even when she took breaths at lightening speed to continue her attack. He was enjoying her wiggling on his cock as much as her kiss. Whether she knew it or not, she was slowly moving up so that she was sitting on his waist, grinding her sex down on him. Brushing her pubic hair aside, Spike’s index finger found Buffy’s most sensitive spot. Buffy’s head flew up and locked gazes with the vampire. Then hands on her hips, he picked her up and ever so slowly lowered her down on his shaft.



Buffy’s senses exploded into action. How in the world could an evil vampire taste and feel so good? She revelled in exploring his cool mouth. Then pow! Spike rubbed her clitoris, and she shot up, looking into Spike’s eyes. What this evil demon did to her should be illegal. She moaned when he stopped his ministrations but then moaned again when he lowered her onto his cock. Her eyes rolled up when she felt the head of his member stretch the opening of her sex, and her head lulled back when he was fully inside. No wonder slayers and vampires were not supposed to get together. But this slayer was going to ride this vampire hard.



As she started to move, Spike let her set the pace and lost himself in the sea of sensations. Her pace was leisurely at first, but as she became greedier for his cock, she moved faster. Spike’s hands on her hips urged her to come down harder and harder. As her clit slammed into his pelvis, Buffy’s climax started to build. Surprisingly, Spike let go of her and grasped her hand. Not losing her pace, Buffy looked down questioningly. He brought her hand to his mouth, and before she knew what was happening, Spike’s demon came to the forefront, and he sank his fangs into the meaty part between her thumb and index finger leaving her fingers free to caress his face while he fed. The pain came but so did the pleasure. Without realizing it, she picked up the pace, crashing down on his shaft. Then he pulled his first taste, and Buffy had never felt anything like it. The sucking mixed everything together, swirling her senses into a tornado that exploded as she came hard.



He had done it. He had bit the Slayer, and she hadn’t tried to dust him. That was his last conscious thought before getting lost in the taste of her. He pulled mouthful after mouthful; his dick grew impossibly hard. But then her muscles started to contract with her orgasm, and he flew over the edge with her.



Buffy came down off of her high to find Spike licking the puncture holes. She withdrew her hand and moved off of him. Spike watched with a cocked eyebrow. Buffy didn’t know what to say or do. That had been a…moving experience, but there was no way that she wanted the conceited vampire to know that. She thought last time was intense, but this time… Since she wasn’t ready for any post-sex chatter and she didn’t think this fling encompassed cuddling, she had to get out of there. She got off the bed and started dressing. “So Mr. Darkness, what lesson was that?”



He watched her close, savoring the naked skin before she covered it up. “The darkness pushes out all of the shyness. If we are to move forward with your lessons, pet, there is no room for modesty.”



She went over and grabbed hold of the ladder and looked back at him lying naked on the bed. Her eyes feasted on his lean, muscular body, his cock glistening with her juices, and she melted. “Lesson learned.” With that, she left before she ran back and leaped back into his bed.



How can fucking his mortal enemy feel so good? Maybe it was his intense hatred for her that fueled the fire. Bugger it all to hell. Next time she asked he would tell her no. She was a shrew, and he didn’t want her in his bed anymore. Well, he could keep telling himself that. Maybe he would come to believe it.



*****



Just her luck. Riley. And he must have been looking for her, or he was out for a stroll through the tombstones. It was like a bucket of water being dumped over her. Her body had been singing from her session with Spike, but that was now chased away.



He greeted her first. “Buffy, fancy meeting you here.”



‘You’ve got to be kidding me. Who uses that old phrase?’ She looked at his goofy smile. ‘Riley. That’s who.’ Suddenly his grin changed before her eyes into a smirk set under penetrating blue eyes. Spike. She wiped that away out of her thoughts. Wicked dead. “Hi, Riley.”



“Been patrolling?”



“It’s only dusk.” How did he know she would be in the cemetery? Knowing him, he had picked a spot and would wait all night. God, had he followed her? No, he would be furious that she had even gone in there. But she did need to make sure no one was following her next time.



Riley gave his goofy, innocent smile. “Oh, yeh. Well, I’m not doing anything. How about a cup of java?”



Did he just not get it? Bluntness was now required. “Riley, I can’t. Remember? We are quits.” She started walking again.



He stepped into her path. “But that doesn’t stop us from being friends, does it?”



What? Was this high school? Be friends translates to wanting to get back together. Well, that wasn’t happening as long as she was sleeping with evil, maybe never. “But that I won’t does. Now, I really have to go. Ya know, get my homework done before patrol.”



“I can help you with…”



“Riley, no. I gotta go.” It hit her like a hiemlok demon. She had been comparing Riley with Spike in the sex category. Comparing a demon that had tried to kill her and would have if not for the chip to a grade A human specimen. Maybe she shouldn’t have started this with Spike. Maybe she shouldn’t have broken up with the goody-goody guy. Then her senses kicked in, reminding her how mind blowing it had been riding Spike. She could still feel his wet seed between her legs, mingled with the juices of her own pleasure. And the darkness - blood play. Her orgasm had been so hard as he sunk his fangs into her and pulled her blood from her. No, she hadn’t made a mistake. She needed to learn about the darkness tangled with her sexuality and the mind blowing orgasms that Anya would be proud of.





*****



Later that night, Buffy just happened to patrol Spike’s cemetery – just happened - twice. Ok, three times. There’s nothing wrong with that. Hell, she couldn’t fool herself, obvious girl. She wanted, needed to find Spike and set up another rendezvous. She had forgotten to do that when they had been together earlier in the day. You would think she had learned by now. Her mind was just always so fried by her sessions with that vampire. She was in the midst of an argument with herself on whether or not to make a fourth round when she saw that bleached head off to her left. She walked. Ok, she jogged until she was almost upon him. She was surprised that he hadn’t sensed her by now. She knew he could, but he seemed to be lost in thought. That left the dilemma of how to start a conversation without saying, ‘Hey, you want to have hot and heavy sex tomorrow?’ She settled for simple, “Peroxide pest.”



Spike actually jumped when he suddenly heard her voice. Granted he had been thinking about the twit since he had seen her last, but at the moment, he was trying to work out another dilemma. “Slayer?”



Buffy laughed in his bemused face. “Anything between those ears?”



Shooting her a dirty look, he started walking again. “More than your teaspoon, you daft bint.”



“I’m scared to ask, but I am in a daring mood.” Buffy hurried up so that she could walk backwards and face him. “What were you thinking about?”



He stared at her, getting all serious again. “Now, we’ve killed Frankenstein’s monster and shorted out Frankenstein’s bride. The rub? No way the monster or the bride were doing much brain work. So where is Dr. Frankenstein, and why would he want to kill you? After all, he tried twice so far.” He had no idea why he cared so much. Wasn’t it the whole demon part to kill the Slayer, good lay or not? She was supposed to be six feet under, but…but now it just didn’t sit right.



She quickly flashed him her backside. “It’s that target on my back. I just can’t seem to wash it off.”



“Try some steel wool. Works wonders.” Hell, even she knew that she should be dead. “No. He is after you.”



The enormity of the situation finally sunk in. No more playful Buffy. “Ok, we need to find him. So where would he be?”



Nodding, Spike pointed to the west. “Let’s start with the obvious. The Sunnydale Motel.”



*****



The blonde pair headed for room number sixteen.



Buffy was laughing. “I can’t believe he checked in under his name.”



“I can’t believe they didn’t laugh him out of town.” Spike opened the door with the key he had charmed out of the girl manning the front desk. “Well, let’s have a look see.”



They were in luck. The room hadn’t been cleaned yet. Buffy found the clue they needed lodged between the bed and bedside table. It was an envelope. “Spike, here we go.”



He came to her side to look over her shoulder. “Come on, Sherlock. What’s in it?”



Buffy pulled out a note, a map, and a picture. Goose bumps popped out on her arms as she was confronted with a picture was of her smiling face. The map was diagram of all the cemeteries that she patrolled. Lastly was the note, which was short and sweet:



Dr. Frankenstein,

Atmgus Fanum Shi. Do my bidding.



You are to go to Sunnydale with your two creations and kill the Slayer. Enclosed are a photo, a map, airplane ticket and freight tickets for your creations. Succeed and live.



Spike looked at the return address on the envelope. All that was left of the torn upper-right hand corner was a fraction naming London as the point of origin. He showed Buffy. “Looks like we’re on our way to the homeland. Get your cute little arse to your watcher and your mum then pack your bag. I’ll take care of the financial end and make reservations.” When she raised an eyebrow at the mention of him having money, Spike smirked. “Drac had quite a few baubles that will pay for the trip nicely. No worries. Now shoo.”



*****



TBC



Is it just me, or does this story make you smile?

Thanks so much to Evilawyer for beta-ing this chapter, and I have to give a big thanks to Schehrezade for the detail of London. I have been driving her crazy with questions, and she’s really been a help.

Also thanks to lovesbitcha, Jane, wiccangirl314, and Anon. I really appreciate the reviews.



Chapter 6 – Back to the Mother Land

Giles’ red BMW sped down the highway, racing towards the Los Angeles Airport. Watching all rays of the sun on the horizon fade completely away, Buffy was reminded how closely they had timed their departure with sunset so that they could use the dark as wisely as possible, or Spike would be crispy critter. No fun with dust in bed instead of a cool, hard, male body. Without realizing it, Buffy licked her lips.

The watcher did his watcherly duty - worrying. “Buffy, I’m not at all sure that this trip is the best course of action in this circumstance. I am still not convinced that the monsters were actually who they appeared to be or that a Dr. Frankenstein even existed…er…exits.”

Unexpectedly, Spike leaned forward from the rear seat and slapped the back of Giles’ head. “Think less. Drive more. And Rups, what about the letter we found in the motel that the doc left behind? It let us know that the prig behind all of this mailed it from London. So London bound we are, Watcher. You can survive without your slayer for a few days.” He, however, didn’t think he could go a few days without her in his bed. Uh…er…well, he could go a few days if he had to, the vampire corrected himself. He just didn’t want to.

While Giles huffed and puffed over the abuse of his head, he settled his glasses back on his nose, stalling for an answer.

Buffy pulled the much discussed envelope from her back pack. Sliding the letter out, she carefully unfolded it. “This,” she waved the piece of paper in Giles’ face, which he batted at, “gives a ‘Do My Will’ spell that puzzled even Willow in its simplicity, and also included instructions to go after me. And for the peeping Toms in the crowd, here is my picture taken in the Simpson Cemetery.”

“Tsk, tsk, pet, they should have taken it from the other side. Maybe different lighting would have helped,” Spike joked from the back seat. He had sat behind Giles on purpose. At first, he had told himself he had done it for no particular reason, but later he just had to admit to himself that he had done it to watch the Slayer’s profile and catch glimpses of her face when she turned her head. He would have thought he was cracked until he rationalized that she was his mistress, a beautiful mistress, and he was allowed to look his fill, that is as long as she didn’t catch him. Didn’t want her getting the wrong idea that he was infatuated or something, did he?

Buffy shot him a glare and a retort, making him jump. “Shut up, Spike.”

“Keep wishing on that same old star, Goldilocks,” Spike leaned across and whispered in her ear. Then he smirked at the back of her head, wishing the slayer would turn around again so that he could see her face. Spike kicked himself. All this wanting to dally with his hated enemy was starting to make his head spin.

Buffy growled at the irritating vampire. But, irritating though Spike was, half of her growl was caused by the fact that his whisper had too much of an effect on her. Highly embarrassed, she felt the goose bumps she had up her arms. “Giles, even if you don’t believe that this doc guy is Frankenstein, you have to admit that somebody is trying to have me killed…”

“More power to him, I say.” Spike threw in, still uncomfortable with his thoughts regarding the Slayer and her beauty.

“Shut. Up. Spike. Again, to have me killed, and according to this,” she waved the envelope, “that someone is in England.”

“Granted…” Giles begrudgingly nodded his head.

“Ergo Buffy goes to England.” Buffy smiled, proud of her own logic that she had nicely laid out for Giles.

Now the watcher could understand the need to go to England, but the need to have her companion along for the ride was still highly questionable. “And the necessity of Spike?”

Buffy looked into the back seat and had to secretly smile at how cute his attempt to sprawl like a big bad in a small backseat looked. Stop it Buffy, he is so not cute. Well, just a little. “We have a truce, don’t we, oh chip boy. And, Giles, he’ll help get me around and help fight. ”

“But I could show you around London…” Giles glanced over at Buffy and wondered why she was still looking at Spike. In the very dim recesses of his mind, small bells rang, but he chose to ignore them, considering all the other goings on.

Her watcher’s valid suggestion brought her back to the subject at hand, but that didn’t make her like the suggestion. “Yes, but you…uh…Giles, Spike’s going. Deal.” Ok, so she had copped out. “Anyway, you need to stay here at the Hellmouth and command the troops.” What was she suppose to tell the man who was her father for all intents and purposes? She wanted the obnoxious blood sucker hottie with her because they were having a hot and heavy affair that she didn’t want to leave behind? Hell, she could barely admit that to herself without her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. But the scary part was that the admission was getting easier. At least now, she did admit it – just not to the blood sucker. That brought on another smile.

Said vampire broke into her thoughts. “Besides, Watcher, those two monsters tried to kill yours truly, too. Gotta grudge to settle, and it’s not likely I could do that from Sunnyhell.” Leaning up, Spike’s voice changed to low and sinful. His eyes stared holes into the back of Buffy’s head, willing her to turn around and look at him. “And the Slayer and I need to explore our truce further.”

Buffy’s cheeks set on fire, and she turned and reached into the backseat to smack Spike on the leg. Then it was time to change the subject. “Oh, oh, Giles, there’s the airport exit.”

Spike just laughed. At least she had looked back at him, and bonus, she had touched him. Nothing wrong with a little spank, he thought as he licked his lips.

*****

After they were settled in their seats and the plane took off, Buffy looked over at the book Spike had pulled out of his bag and read the cover. “’Conversations with Ted Bundy’? You sicko!”

Spike gave her a sly grin and a wink that she found adorable. “Ain’t it grand. Besides, it’s an amusing game of ferreting out the lies. And you think I’m evil. Just think, Slayer. He did all those murders with a soul.”

Cute? Spike? He’s a vampire, Buffy. Sharp teeth. Grh. Remember that.

She was also uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, so she pulled out a magazine from the pocket of the seat in front of her and began leafing through it. But her mind stayed its course. She hated to admit it, but Spike was right. Serial killers such as Bundy, Dahmer, and Gasey had committed horrible crimes with souls. She guessed the soul hadn’t mattered one bit. How can that be? On the other side, Spike was no longer killing and didn’t have a soul, but he had a chip, which was like a forcibly implanted soul of sorts. The bigger question was whether he keep from killing without a soul? No way. When Angel lost his soul, he was mega evil. So soul good. No soul evil. That was it. She would just ignore the whole Ted Bundy with a soul scenario.

Buffy’s world returned to normal. But that was the problem. She wasn’t normal. Hadn’t she seen enough in her career as a slayer to come to the conclusion that there weren’t any hard and fast rules? No, no, it just couldn’t be, she told herself without much conviction. But, to be honest, there probably were some grey areas. Areas that she hoped to avoid.

Soon her eyes were beginning to droop. Spike watched as the hand she used to thumb through the pages of her magazine slowly came to a stop and her head began to loll over to the side. His side. He froze for a moment as her head settled against his t-shirt clad shoulder. He should shove her head to the other side. The demon in him knew that, wanted that. Why should he help his enemy get all comfy cozy? He should push her away…but he didn’t. Instead he let the twit squirm to the get more comfortable.

Then she elbowed him as she moved. Now that was the last straw. Using his hand, he pushed her head off of his shoulder, and was promptly surprised when Buffy slapped his hand back down. “You’re my fanged travel pillow for the duration, so sit still.” Spike growled until the lady in the seat in front of him looked around. He gave her a dazzling smile. Sugar instead of vinegar for the old bat.

Cutting into his thoughts, Buffy pleaded in a little girl’s voice, “Read to me.”

“Shut your gob, you cheeky bint.” He couldn’t just hear but felt her chuckle. As she settled back for her nap, Spike settled in for the duration. After awhile, Spike found himself listening to her breathe, a steady rhythm for a time; then from time to time, it would catch for a moment, no doubt a reflection of something happening in her current dream. Once she held her breath for thirty seconds, and he sincerely hoped she was dreaming that he had finally killed her. Well, maybe just beat her to a pulp.

How things change over time, he pondered. He had come to Sunnyhell to help Dru and to kill the Slayer, then to just fight not kill the Slayer because he didn’t want to lose such an adversary. Next, he had relied on her help and they were allies of sorts, and now he was shagging her. Wonder if the Powers That Be would answer one question: What the bloody fucking hell was going on? Oh, bugger it. He looked down at her golden head and smiled despite himself. Maybe he was never meant to kill her at all. To paraphrase a line that he had once read that made him think of this slayer, “The world is a more interesting place with you in it.”

Buffy found his shoulder comfortable. Ok, only somewhat comfortable, not as comfy as her bed with a good pillow, but she had no desire to move. She couldn’t help it. She felt drawn to him, drawn to touch him somehow, like hold his hand. Wait a minute. Holding Spike’s hand was so far outside the realm of possibility that she couldn’t believe she had thought of it. How could she have even thought of such a gesture? It was something she would do with a boyfriend. Boyfriend?! Where did that come from? Ok, time to sleep. Shutting brain down now.

The problem was that he just followed her in her dreams. There were candles every where, a four poster bed, and black satin sheets. No, that wasn’t right. Candlelight still bathed the room, but the bed had only a headboard and the sheets were floral. Spike was in her, in her bed, in her room, and it felt so right. She didn’t even fear her mother walking in. All she cared about was the man making love to her. Love? No…yes, it sounded right, at least in her dreams.

When she finally woke up, Buffy excused herself and walked up the aisle to the bathroom. Spike noticed that a bloke across the aisle was openly admiring at her sexy ass. When she was returning, the guy’s admiration turned into a leer. Spike saw red but then caught himself. Buffy wasn’t his to get jealous over. He had no say or hold over her. He wasn’t her protector. However, when Buffy sat down and the git’s leer got ugly, Spike had enough. He leaned forward and flashed a little fang. The ponce responded with shock and a good dose of fear. He didn’t look their way again for the last four hours of the flight. Spike sat back satisfied. Yes, he did have, as it may be, a tenuous hold on Buffy. She was his mistress, his beautiful mistress, and only his for the time being. He didn’t share, even if she was a slayer. And no way was he sharing Buffy. Spike chose to ignore his overly possessive feelings towards his lovely travel mate and decided to catch some shut eye.

*****

Buffy looked at the ceiling of her room in the inn and ran the last few hours through her mind. They had landed at Gatwick Airport barely before dawn and just made the half hour express train to London. When they arrived at Victoria’s Station, they quickly hailed a cab and swept them into the traffic.

Buffy could tell, could feel that Spike was growing increasingly nervous. He was more than concerned when the sun was just breaking the horizon. But luck was with them. They arrived at the Ferret and Firkin in Chelsea Harbour before the deadly rays could bathe the street, and Spike raced inside while Buffy fumbled with paying the cabbie. In the lobby, to their left was a check in desk and a small restaurant and to the right was a pub. Buffy immediately loved the old, homey atmosphere and furnishings.

Their suite wasn’t large but was comfortable and had a nice view of the street below. The one draw back was in such an old establishment, the retro fitted plumbing was sparse. Thus there was only one bathroom for their two bedroom suite. But neither paid it a thought when they headed for their respective bedrooms. All either of them cared about were their separate beds and sleep.

After waking up late in the afternoon, Buffy decided it was time for a shower to try to wash away her jet lag. She gathered up the needed supplies and a clean change of clothes, and when she walked out into the hall, she practically ran over Spike, who was also carrying supplies for the bathroom.

“Like minds.” Recovering, Buffy gave him a hesitant smile. The image of Spike naked and wet was swimming around in her mind. Ah, what a luscious sight.

“You go first, missy.” He was glad that he had slicked his curls back after his sleep before running into her; looking good for her now might pay off for him later. Spike turned to walk back to his room and then halted. What an opportunity he was missing!. Hadn’t he just been dreaming about the minx and woken up with a vicious hard on? He turned back around and walked to the bathroom. Luck was with him. The door didn’t lock properly. All it had was a latch that he was able to lift up. He walked in and shut the door. The room was starting to steam up from the hot, running water.

Buffy spun around. She put her hands on her hips, trying to look formidable in her bra to vampire who was obviously horny, judging by the bulge in his pants. Not that she was looking, of course. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

First off, Spike noticed that she didn’t try to cover up. That alone turned him on. Spike’s grin was closer to a leer than a smile. “I was thinking…”

“That is never good.” Trying to look impatient, she tapped her foot on the floor. In actuality, she wanted to grab hold of him and eat him up.

Rolling his eyes in a way that Buffy would be proud of, he plunged on. “I was thinking. We have an arrangement, right?”

“Yes, we have a truce.” Buffy felt like scratching her head. He interrupted her shower to discuss their lack of fighting? Color her embarrassed by her dirty assumption. Well, if he didn’t leave, she was going to kick his ass.

“No, not the truce.” He shifted his weight, looking unusually uncomfortable. Was she so naive that she really couldn’t figure out why he was here? Or maybe she wanted to end the set-up and this was her way of doing it, William whispered in his head. “We are having a fling, right?”

Now she was starting to catch on. “Right.” Oh, she wanted to catch on. Wasn’t he hot in that t-shirt and jeans? Maybe he should take some clothes off, she thought. Even his bare feet were appealing. Why did an enemy have to be so sexy?

With a wink, he stepped forward and whispered into her ear. “Then let’s fling.” He leaned around her and checked the temperature of the water that she had already started running, intentionally brushing the side of her breast. “Do you like your showers… hot?” He drew the last word out and brushed her breast again while leaning back up.

Buffy took a breath, trying to steady herself. Her nipples had already begun to tingle. “Yeah.” She nodded quickly, her eagerness almost comical.

Nonchalantly, Spike grasped her shoulders and turned her around so that her back was to him and undid her bra before turning her back to face him. With great restraint on his part, Spike slowly unfastened her pants and helped her out of them. He inhaled the heady scent of her arousal. He held it in for a moment, savoring it, before blowing it out. Next came the panties. When they were off, with a wicked smile, he rubbed them between his fingers and against his face before discarding them over his shoulder. Buffy thought to say how gross he was acting, but she realized that it wasn’t. The forbidden, bad boy action just aroused her even more.

Pointing her towards the bath tub and holding the curtain back, Spike gave her a slap on the ass, making her jump. “Get your pretty little tush in that tub.” After shooting a dirty look back at him, Buffy stepped into the tub.

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Chapter 7 – Suds Play

As he swiftly shucked his own clothes, Spike smirked at Buffy's backside, looking at his red hand print on the right cheek of her ass. Just think, he, a vampire, had just spanked the tush of the Slayer and wasn't dust. That was something to brag about. If he kissed and told, that is, which he didn't.

Buffy stepped into the shower, which was actually an old claw footed tub with a shower head that was an obvious later addition to the original tub. She stood facing a frosted glass window at the back end of the tub. The water coursed over her smooth skin.

When Spike stepped into the front end of the tub, she turned and faced him warily. "What, pet? Scared now after all that we have done?" He stepped closer and placed his hands on her arms. "Remember. You're the one that came to me. You came to me to explore your sexuality. Well, if you want me to do my job, you have to follow my lead."

Without giving her time to reply, he turned her around so that she was facing the window, her back to him. At first, he just rubbed her arms, and then she felt his front against her back, their bodies touching in as many places as possible. She could feel his erection against her back. When he began rubbing up and down against her by bending his knees, her head lolled forward. She was standing straight up with her legs slightly parted and sparks flew off of her as his shaft traveled down her ass to her legs and then back up the crack, brushing her sensitive other hole. As the water rained down on them, his movements were slow and deliberate, causing pleasure with every inch his member traveled. A truly delicious tease. "So, pet," he purred in her ear, "how do you like these...experiments of ours?"

Buffy's mind was in a fog. "Ah...huh?..bad..."

"Now, be honest, slayer," Spike admonished as his arm snaked around and cupped her breast, squeezing firmly.

Despite the pleasure he was causing her, she slowly shook her head. "No, I can't like..."

"But you can and do." Spike pitched his voice like black velvet as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. "Now, luv, tell it to me straight. How's the darkness coat fitting you so far?"

She turned her head around so she could see him. "I'm still...Darkness is still fuzzy around the edges. I get that the biting is dark. Mega dark. But the rest...a big huh?!"

Taking her head in his hands, he turned it so she was facing the window again and began to work on the tight muscles at the nape of her neck. "Ok, pet, let's see what you do know so far. Give me five adjectives."

"What's this?" She glanced back at him again. "I came all the way here for an English pop quiz in the shower?"

"Yes, and I am your teacher, missy." As he turned her to face him again, Spike listened to her mumble under her breath about hating school. He placed his hands on either side of her face and tipped her head up so that she looked into his eyes. "Now start answering." He knew he shouldn't, but he really wanted to know how she felt. He knew all of this was new to her and he realized that it was important to him that she was enjoying herself. Bloody hell, he knew he was.

Those blue eyes...Buffy was immediately lost. She could see the beauty and the darkness in his eyes. She realized that what she saw there was not all evil, but still nowhere near innocent. Surprisingly, the words came. "Need, lust, craving...raw desire," Buffy thought about when she was blowing him, "power, control, giving in, and I hate to say that the bonus word is...satisfying."

"Why? Why hate it? Satisfying is good, what you need." This was the root of the problem, Spike thought. She had been denying herself, not letting her dark side shine. But who could she have done those acts with? The only possibilities were the Big Brood, and he was sure Mr. Soul, Angel, would have only been prim and proper in bed even if he hadn't lost his soul over the deed, and Captain Cardboard...please! "Listen, luv. There is darkness in you. It's a part of you, the Slayer and the Woman. Why not satisfy that part of you? It's only natural, Slayer. Darkness doesn't have to be bad or evil. Dark is just that – dark. Kinky, if you want to call it that, fine, but you draw strength from it. The biting in bed adds spice, hot spice, but there are other things." He leaned in and gave her lower lip a quick nip. "Now, time for another lesson."

He wrapped her hands around the window sill. "You've better hang on for this, Buffy." Emphasizing their intimacy, he drew her name out using that velvety voice again. "But first, let's make with the cleanliness, and then we'll tune back to the darkness network." While Buffy was practically drooling in anticipation of the sexual sensations about to come her way, Spike grabbed a bar of soap and worked up lather between his hands. He began soaping up her arms, massaging as he went. This was so suddenly tame that Buffy didn't know what to think, and she was startled her into her right mind. Now that she noticed, every one of her slayer instincts told her that it was wrong, wrong, wrong to let Spike get behind her and to beware the vampire at her back. But no, he was right. She had come to him and, so far, he hadn't let her down. On the contrary, he had blown her mind. But she just wasn't sure about this circumstance. The other two times with him, she had still felt like she retained some control. But in this position, she felt like the control was all his. "I don't know about this..."

He ran the flat of his hand across her skin, starting at her neck all the way down to her ass, slightly in the crack. "Don't think." The sensations had begun. Using some of her shampoo, he quickly lathered up her hair and rinsed.

All soap gone, he massaged the nape of her neck and her shoulders with his thumbs, rubbing away any left-over jet lag she felt. Next, his hands ran all over her body, massaging and rubbing as they went. He moved on to her lower back. She noticed that he stayed focused on her back and waited to pay any attention to her breasts. Saving the best for last? Oh, yes. He slipped his hands around and started on her breasts, squeezing and kneading. He circled her areolas with his fingertips and drew his fingernail across her nipples. Each time his nail scraped across, tingles ran throughout her body, and she whimpered. Such a simple thing that felt so good. Would it have killed Riley to do that? Probably. Ah, a twist of her nipple. Even better. Then Spike's hands trailed down, again kneading her muscles as they made their way down her body. Why the hell was she thinking about Riley when she had this man? Vampire, Buffy, Spike's a vamp. Remember that. Why was that so hard lately? Because he is acting like he was a man and not a demon, a little voice whispered inside her head. Shhh.

Looking at her small, lithe body and the beautiful globes of her ass that begged to be squeezed, Spike wanted to drive into her heat right then and there. None of this preamble rubbish. This little girl needed to be fucked and fucked often. He could do that, he thought with a smirk on his face. She was turning out to be a good lay, inexperienced but good. She was definitely worth keeping around for awhile. At those thoughts, his inner William rebelled. She wasn't a piece of meat. She wasn't a slut or whore. She was a beautiful woman that deserved better treatment. Spike couldn't get mad since he really did ...well, he agreed. To tell the truth, he was enjoying this foreplay as much as she was. She felt exquisite under his hands.

Buffy tensed with anticipation. His hands were on her hips and soon would be level with her sex. And yes, she fairly quivered when his fingers passed through her course hair. Once down to her thighs, his hands nudged her legs apart; she was happy to oblige them. Then the strokes, the long, slow strokes, began over and over. He rubbed over her lips, her entrance and her other hole. Buffy's moans traveled around the bathroom, wrapping around them. But then he stopped too soon. Buffy jerked around and looked at him. "Hey..."

Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "Relax, Sl...Buffy. You're," he held up his wet hands, "in good hands." He took one of those hands and turned her back around before reaching for the shower head that was on a long hose.

The water flowing over her felt good. She was sure he had something erotic in mind concerning the water. And he did. Surprising her, he changed the shower head setting to massage and angled the shower head so that it was pulsing on her clitoris. Buffy jumped at first...but then got very still. The sensation was incredible. It was like the hard, pounding sex with Spike. Bam, bam, bam in rapid fire, and she couldn't get enough. Oh, how good.

Abruptly the water was gone. Buffy's eyes shot open and flew down to Spike's upturned face. She found an evil grin on his face. That's it. No pulsing water equaled evil man. Her brain briefly flashed. Man? Again she was thinking of Spike as a man instead of a vampire. Maybe he could be both. He certainly wasn't an ordinary vamp.

Spike thoroughly enjoyed watching the expressions crossing over her face. When the water blast hit her sensitive nub, her eyes first slowly rolled up then closed in ecstasy. When the water was taken away, her eyes opened wide and turned on him.

When he made no move to continue, Buffy rotated her hips, her body crying out for the new sensation. Her gaze beseeched him to return her pleasure, but he made no move. He looked like he was expecting something...Wait. That's it. "Please." She watched him tilt his head and raise his scarred eyebrow, and his look conveyed his terms. Giving in was surprisingly easy. "Please, Spike."

Acknowledging her success at saying just the right thing, Spike brought his instrument of pleasure back to Buffy's tender regions. Her eyes closed again, and her breath caught. It gave her goose bumps even though it was warm water flowing over her.

Her climax built fast, faster than she would have imagined possible, and she could tell that it was going to be a big one. Gripping the window sill, her nails no doubt leaving half moon indentations in the paint, she yelled out when she flew over the water fall.

Reaching around Buffy as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, he hung the shower head back up. As part of the same fluid motion, he grabbed hold of Buffy's hips, bent her body forward, placed his member at her opening and drove into her from behind. She was hot and so tight, fitting him to perfection. As he surged forward, he pulled her back, having no doubt that he would leave bruises on her hips that would show the next day. She'd have war wounds to be proud of. At least he thought she should be.

Feeling Spike's shaft stretching her, sliding in and out at a quick pace caused Buffy to recover fast and smile as she listened to Spike groan. He felt so good inside of her. Hell, she felt so good. She had always thought that doggie style was degrading to the woman. Just the name sounded...yuk. How naïve she was. She accepted it, reveled in it. His hands on her hips, his tight painful grip, how hard he could make them collide together, even to the slapping of his sac on her clit. What was there not to love? The only down side was that she couldn't kiss him. She missed tasting him, feeling the cool intrusion of his tongue in her mouth.

Despite the grueling pace, he was able to hold his orgasm back and enjoy the woman who he was intimately connected with. Once the pace was set, he savored her joining in with the motion. As always with them, her force matched his own. They were perfectly in time with each other as in sex and fighting. Finally, he found his orgasm wouldn't be held back any longer. "Yessss." Wanting to bring her to her release at the same time, he reached around and stroked her clit. When he sank his fangs into her shoulder and drank, she came, lights sparkling before her eyes. A couple of more strokes, and he was shooting his seed into her tight channel. When he withdrew his fangs and started carefully licking, she saw the blood swirling the tub. But instead of being grossed out, as she should be at the sight of her own blood flowing down the drain, she found that she was ok with it; it was just a reminder of the pleasure just had.

Surprising him, she straightened up, quickly spun around, and latched her lips onto his. After a moment of tasting each other,
Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and put her head on his chest. Both still had slight tremors from their encounter and were practically holding each other up.

"I couldn't kiss you in that position." She looked up at him and realized that she had just admitted missing something about him, missing some part of him. And...she was fine with it. "Don't get me wrong. I liked it, but I wanted to kiss you."

He watched as she blushed with her admission, but she had admitted it, and he found himself flattered. He had missed kissing her, too. Missed those warm, moist lips.

While drying off, the intimacy began to fade, and they both began to pull back inside of themselves, taking on their usual roles for the protection of their emotions. Before he left the bathroom, Spike noticed Buffy's punctures still oozed blood, and he leaned over and gently licked it until it stopped. Buffy was surprised but let him finish. Having helped close the wounds, Spike pulled back and saw the question evident on Buffy's face. "Your bite hadn't closed yet. It is now."

He hadn't fully understood why she was surprised. She was surprised not just by his touching her softly, gently, but by his compassion of sorts. In fact, it made her insides melt. "Thanks." Buffy looked at her pruned toes and then back at him. "I didn't know that position could be so..."

Spike's scared eyebrow slowly rose. "Bloody wonderful?" The words came out of his mouth in a rush, belying his aloof attitude he was trying to project.

Giving a little snort of laughter, she forced herself to look him eye to eye. "Thanks for showing me."

"Anytime, pet." Stepping closer to her, Spike ran his thumb across her cheek. "Anytime."

Still somewhat embarrassed by the subject matter, she gave a nervous laugh and turned to go to her room. "See you in twenty minutes?"

"Meet you in the sitting room, luv." As she walked away, Spike licked his lips. Just thinking of when he would have her in that position again made him hard. However, he would definitely make sure they would take it at a more leisurely pace the next time.

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A/N: Thanks so much to Evilawyer for beta-ing this chapter, and a special thanks goes to Schehrezade for the London details. I will admit that I have used a little liberty with the locations. ; )

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Chapter 8 – Frankie's Place

Spike checked his clothes one more time and then kicked himself for caring so much. It was just the cheeky Slayer, not some hot date. But he rationalized his excessive care on his appearance on the fact that he would be seeing other people tonight. Maybe a beauty. "Like the beauty that will be next to you", the William inside of him whispered in his head. Sod it all! So off he went to meet her in the sitting room. "Come on, Slayer, makeup isn't going to help that mug," he bellowed, hoping to annoy her. Actually, thinking back to her in the shower earlier, she had looked just fine with no make-up at all.

Buffy jerked her door open. How the hell had he known that she had been worrying over her make-up? And for what? An overbearing, smart mouthed vampire. But geez, she hoped her hair looked good. She knew his would look perfect. It just wasn't fair that he was so gorgeous with such ease. And yes, she had just admitted to herself that he was good looking. The slayer in her be damned.

Her hair looked beautiful, Spike thought. It was strange. For the first time he noticed that he was no longer looking at her with the eyes of an enemy looking through a veil of hatred anymore. Instead, he was starting to look at her with the eyes of a lover, and right now his lover was beautiful in a lavender, long sleeved top and worn blue jeans that looked to be a second skin. Her hair was down, framing her face. When he realized the direction of his thoughts and his penis, he mentally shook himself. This was his foe, his adversary with whom he had a temporary truce. That's all. "Come on, Slayer, let's get at it."

Buffy grabbed a jacket and raced to catch up with Spike, which she didn't do until he was already half way to the Sloane Square Underground Station. She wasn't sure but his body language looked angry for some unknown reason. "Bleach Brain, what's up? You look all pissy."

"Pissy? Pissy? No, I'm just ducky." She thought he was annoyed, did she? Ha. He was just randy against his will. He had even had trouble walking at first, his hard-on was so big.

As they headed down into the subway station, Buffy's eyes were wide and round. "What is this place?"

"It's the Underground, London's subway. Hop on and enjoy." On the train, he kept his head forward, but his eyes kept darting to the side, admiring the enamored look on Buffy's face. From the looks of it, the subway must be the equivalent to Disney World for her. She was all but jumping up and down with glee. Bloody hell, how was he supposed to hate someone so...cute. She was adorable in her enthusiasm.

Before they even departed the train, she started badgering him. "After we wipe the ground with Frankenstein, can we ride the train some more? Could we see some other stations?"

Spike finally let his face crack into a smile. "Look, luv, we will ride it enough over the next few days." You've got to be kidding me, Spike groaned. She had the nerve to give him puppy dog eyes. "Ok, we'll do it. Shut you gob already, Slayer. We have work to do."

Spike looked again at the envelope they found in Sunnydale. 312 Crescent Street. Spike ushered Buffy off the train, or rather pulled her off the train, and out of the station. Then they walked three blocks into an old, seedy warehouse district tucked under the Wandsworth Bridge in Jew's Way.

"Here we are. Crescent. Yuk, and I do mean yuk." Buffy turned her nose up at a few warehouses up ahead over looking the Thames River. But Buffy was still pumped from the Underground. She started reading off the addresses. "242, 244..." They walked across an intersection, "302, 304..."

"I realize you know your numbers. Nummy treat for you later. But would you assume I do, too, and shut your gob?"

"A, B, C, D..." Buffy happily sung as she skipped along. "E, F, G..."

Spike tried to sound gruff, but she probably saw right through him. "Don't temp me, wench. I'll just throw you down that man hole. If I don't mean to hurt you, just throw you, I don't think the chip would fire." He only got a head tilt while she kept singing the alphabet. God, she was delightful.

"Here we are. Frankie's place." She stood facing a dark red brick building that looked like it hadn't been taken care of in the last century. Buffy walked up to the door and jerked open the handle, breaking the lock. Snap. The door opened, and she stepped inside while looking back over her shoulder. "Coming?"

They explored the large, open interior. The ceilings in the brick structure had to be at least thirty feet tall. The windows were set twenty feet up the walls, which let in some moonlight and made it possible for them to see. Scaffolding was erected in various places as though someone had started to repair the facility but gave up.

Spike lit a cigarette and slowly blew out a stream of smoke. "Got to say it's roomy."

Buffy was actually watching him instead of the surroundings. How did he make nasty smoking look so sexy? Maybe it was because it focused her eyes on his lips, those lips that did such wonderful things to her body. Back to slayer-mode Buffy. "Spacious in a grimy sort of way."

"Not like a mad doctor's lab jumping out at me here." Standing in the middle of the warehouse, Spike turned three hundred sixty degrees, shaking his head. His coat flared out around him. "There must be something here. Nothing up, but what about down? Sometimes these buildings have storage below."

"Right. Going down." Buffy started searching for some type of way below, a stairway of some sort.

"Here we go, pet." Buffy turned to spy Spike standing next to a post. As she walked closer, she could see that the post had two large red buttons on it. One with an arrow pointing up and the other had an arrow pointing down. As she stepped up to him, her boot heels clanged on a metal surface. She realized that Spike was standing on a large metal square; the post was attached to a corner of the square.

"Can I give you a lift, chickie?" Spike waggled his eyebrows at her

"Pathetic jokes much?" Buffy tapped her heel a few times, studying the minimalist lift. "It's only the 'el' of an elevator."

The vampire took another drag off of his cigarette to hide his mirth. "'S not a people elevator, but a freight elevator. Want a ride, pet?"

"Sure." Buffy braced her feet and hoped for the best.

As soon as the elevator broke from the level of the floor, light came out around the piece of metal they were riding. "Looks like we've found the cache." The lower they went, the more medical and electrical equipment was revealed.

"Found his lair, but no Frankie." Buffy was amazed by all the equipment.

Only two steps into the room, Spike froze, and Buffy watched him sniff the area. "It's not me. I put on deodorant before we left."

"No, luv, I smell," he inhaled deeply again, "fear. Someone reeks of fear and that most certainly would not be you, Slayer." He glanced at her and caught her gaze. "I don't want to smell fear on you, firebrand." Spike didn't know where that had come from, but he meant it. He now felt his all time rival, who he had once tried to bring her to her knees in fear, was above being scared. She was better than that. Uncomfortable with his thoughts, he pushed away any more self realizations. He wasn't prepared to examine his feelings for her any further just yet. It scared him just knowing he had any feelings for her besides hate. He was a vampire, and vampires hate slayers. That simple.

Buffy took his comment as a compliment and smiled. It felt good, even special to receive a compliment from Spike where there was usually only sarcasm. Who would have thought it would feel so good? She was even more shocked to realize that his opinion meant something to her. She was above fear. That's what he said. That was a high compliment coming from someone who used to revel in trying to cause her fear.

Spike started to prowl, steadily heading for the far corner of the basement. "Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum, I smell the smell of a science chum." Spike walked a few more yards into the large room, stopped and took another deep whiff.

As Buffy watched from the elevator, Spike turned to stone. Not literaly of course, but every muscle in his body froze before her eyes. Involuntarily, she held her breath and instinctually stood still. Finally, he moved his hand just enough to point to a corner of the lab, then bringing his fingers and thumb together again and again, signaling for her to start talking and keep talking. She could do that. "I don't know, Spike. I don't think anyone is here." She watched as he stalked his prey. "After all that bleach, I think you have a brain like Spongebob, all full of holes." That earned her a black glare over his shoulder. She just winked. That got a double take from the vampire, and she smiled. He really looked adorable when he was all perplexed. She would have to remember...what was she thinking? This was evil Spike. What she needed to remember was that he was evil. She may be having sex with him, but that doesn't mean she has to...has to...well, flirt with him – even it was fun. "Besides I don't think this Frankenstein guy has such a complex. I mean, look at all these big machines. He must be making up for a small..."

Spike pounced. Reaching behind a large generator, he pulled out a man in an old fashion, royal blue suit and black, lace up shoes. He looked to be under five feet six inches tall with salt and pepper hair. "Please, please, don't hurt me." His voice held a faint German accent along with obvious fear.

"Hold your water, ponsy prat." What Spike failed to see was that when he jerked Frankenstein out, the doctor pulled a cable along with him.

Buffy had relaxed. That little guy was no danger, especially with Spike breathing down his neck. Then hell broke loose in the form of the electrical cable the doctor grasped. As she looked on, Frankenstein brought up the end and shocked Spike in the side. Buffy stood transfixed, watching Spike writhe for about five seconds. When he let go of Frankenstein, that's when Buffy moved toward them. However, she couldn't make it there before Frankenstein shocked Spike again before running to the other side of the lab. Intercepting him, Buffy clothes lined him and put her foot on his chest to hold him down. She looked up to see Spike staring down at his chest. "Spike...Spike?"

The fog lifted, and Spike came out of his daze. "Oh...right." Well, just barely alright.

Picking the good doctor up, Buffy held Frankenstein so that his feet were dangling. "You're not going anywhere." She then punched him in the nose. "And that's for shocking Spike." Buffy was surprised just how angry she was over Spike's pain. She shouldn't be but was mad that a doctor shocked a vampire. That should be a good thing, but instead she saw red. She shook Frankenstein again just for good measure.

Spike chuckled. The Slayer was beautiful when she was irate. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he started the interrogation. "So, Doc, been hunting the Slayer, have you?"

Frankenstein's eyes darted between Spike and Buffy. "I was told to. It...It was like I was compelled. I had to do it."

Throwing him to the ground in disgust, Buffy stood over him. "So why aren't you still hunting me?"

The doctor was quick to answer. "Actually, we were on the same plane here, and I was regrouping to try again."

Spike looked around the lab and then at the corpse on one of the long, porcelain tables. "Making yourself a new helper, were you? Well, what we want to know is about who is pulling your strings."

"I don't know who it is..." Buffy kicked him. "I really don't know anything. A few days ago, I was suddenly in the lab. I found a letter and followed the instructions. I'm telling you that I had to."

"We found your instructions in your hotel room. But all that was left of the envelope was this address and only London from the return address. What was the rest?" Spike walked over to Frankenstein and Buffy.

"I don't kn..."

"Wrong answer." Buffy jerked him back up on his feet.

"Uh...uh...SW. The address is in the SW. That's it. That's all I remember." Frankenstein was visibly shaking. Buffy was thankful that he hadn't wet himself while she was holding him up. She looked over at Spike. "Do you think that's all he knows?"

Spike sniffed the air again. "I only smell fear, no deception. Probably a safe bet that the ponce is tapped out."

"So what do we do with Mr. Zap?" Standing the doctor up, she reached over and poked his rather rotund belly. "He's human, isn't he?"

"Good guess as any, pet. Smells like it. Let's see to make sure." Spike didn't waste a punch on the pansy. Instead he kicked him in the seat of his royal blue suit. "No zap. He's demon. So that means I can..." He grabbed Frankenstein on each side of his head. Snap, the neck was broken, and as had the two monsters in Sunnydale, he faded away.

"Way weird everytime that happens." No matter that she had seen it before, her eyes were still saucers. "I mean way weird."

"This may really be a wild guess, but maybe since he was just a literary character, I'm guessing he might be going back to his book." The vampire shrugged his shoulders. "Won't the conjurer get pissed. Nothing like spoiling someone's day to make your own."

Buffy turned to face him with her hands on her hips but wanted to smile looking at his cocky grin. "And you could teach lessons on that."

His smirk told her he wasn't talking about their usual fights. "I've caused you to yell lately."

Trying to unsuccessfully brush his comment off, Buffy rolled her eyes and flipped her hair. "I yelled just for your benefit."

"Oh, no, you didn't, luv. Those yells were all done in pleasure." Now he leered at her, running his tongue across his upper teeth.

Unexpectedly changing stream, Spike crossed the room and picked up the electrical cable that Frankenstein had shocked him with. Before Buffy could make it across the room to stop him, he touched the cable to his skin and shocked himself.

Buffy was horrified. He may be her enemy, he may be evil, but it made her sick to her stomach watching him hurt himself so severely. When she made it to him, she couldn't believe that he was looking at his chest and grinning. She smacked him in the side of the head. "Masochist much? You shocked yourself."

Spike looked up at her with wonder in his eyes. This time when he shocked himself, Buffy was able to jerk the cable away. "What are you, Sponge Bob again?"

"No," his voice was hushed, full of reverence, "my heart was beating."

"Huh? With an accent on huh??" Now Buffy knew for sure that Spike's marbles were short a few.

"The shock causes my heart to beat." He looked at her with a look of awe.

Buffy was astounded and wasn't sure what to say. "Wow...I mean...wow."

"It feels so strange, a fascinating strange. Here." He reached for the cable again. "Listen." Intense blue eyes looked into hazel ones. "I want you to hear it." He wanted to share the experience, needed to share it. Maybe he would have shared it with anyone, but he had to be honest about this for some reason. She was the one he would have chosen over anyone, even Dru. His dark princess only appreciated death. Buffy would understand the awe of a long dead heart in a demon coming to life even for a few seconds.

He shocked himself again, and when he moved the cable away, he quickly pressed the back of her head so that her ear was against his chest.

Thump, thump...thump, thump. Buffy looked up at Spike in marvel. His blue eyes sparkled down at her. It was a special moment that he was sharing with her. "That's amazing." But not a shock,. Buffy realized. Spike so often acted like he had a heart that it wasn't surprising when his heart actually did beat.

Spike was riding a massive high and all he could see was her face, her lips. Tossing the cable a safe distance away, keeping his hand on the back of her head to immobilize her, his lips captured hers in a crushing kiss. His tongue immediately gained entrance, and he tasted her, this delicious slayer taste, that spoke of slayers but was still unique to Buffy. He sought out her tongue as his free hand explored her back, kneading and rubbing. He quickly slipped his hand under her shirt and undid the clasp of her bra, giving him free roam of her back, her skin warm to the touch. Yes, his heart had beaten, and he was going to show her how much.

Surprisingly, Buffy pulled back. "I...I want you." Her cheeks flamed bright red with embarrassment, but there was lust burning in her eyes.

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Thanks so much to everyone that reviewed the last chapter. You don't know how much it means to me. Also thanks to Evilawyer for beta-ing.


Chapter 9 – Is There A Doctor In The House?

"Nothing wrong with admitting that, pet." He cupped her face in his hand and brushed his thumb across her cheek. "I want you, too. Bad."

But there it was --- something wrong. She was a slayer, and he was a vampire, she thought, and she wanted him so much that it hurt. But forget what was right or wrong. She wanted this. Spike's enthusiasm and energy was contagious and, just like for him, the energy went straight to her sex drive. That must be her dark side again, which was fine. Laying her head on his chest, listening to a long dead heart beat, had made her hot. When wasn't this vampire sparking a fire within her?

As these thoughts crossed her mind, she happened to glance at the spot next to them. Staring back at her was the cadaver, making her jump. "We're next to a dead body."

Spike wasn't going to let something like a dead body kill his buzz. "So?" His smile was wicked. "And it may have laid right here." He patted the table that was behind Buffy. Before she could completely turn to look, Spike swung her up into his arms and stood her up on the table. When Buffy started to protest, Spike put his finger to his lips in the universal symbol to be quiet. "Remember, Slayer. You came to me to explore the darker side of you. Well, pet, this lab fits the bill nicely."

After taking another quick look around the lab, especially at the dead body, Buffy looked down at the vampire who was making fast work of the button and zipper of her pants. While he pulled them down and quickly kissed the triangle of hair at the apex of her legs, she made up her mind to indulge her dark side. But she still was a little surprised by how delicious the kinkiness of the place was. In fact, she laughed out loud when he gallantly spread out his coat over the table, picked her up again and sat her on the edge. He pulled her shoes and pants the rest of the way off, sending them both flying across the room, and then pulled both her shirt and jacket over her head. She was becoming as jazzed as he was by the time he laid her naked down on the table. Then the fun really began.

Spike was in danger of busting out of his zipper, he was so hard. He was happy to see that Buffy had no shyness in her gaze when she looked at him. "Luv, you are stunning." And he meant it. She was a golden goddess. He had seen other slayers, other women, but Buffy...she surpassed them all. She wasn't dark like Drusilla had been, but light, which he didn't deserve, to tell the truth. But why let such a silly thing like right or wrong stop him now? But it wasn't just her looks that he admired. What he admired about her lay under her gorgeous skin and showed itself in all sorts of ways. Her strength, her heart, loyalty to her friends, her ability to fight, and even her smart mouth. Wasn't often he found someone that could trade quips with him as well as she did. Overall, he realized that he appreciated the woman that was Buffy Summers. At that thought, the demon in him rebelled. This was the Slayer. Fuck her, kill her or get the bloody hell away from her. Spike opted for using her sexy body that his hands were itching to touch. And he did. He placed his hand flat at the top of Buffy's chest and drew it down slowly, feeling her skin with his open hand, crossed over her mound and then down her leg. Licking his lips, he repeated the process.

"Dr. William, I'm having this pain." Spike started to protest her use of his given name, but she sounded so coquettish saying it that he let it slide. Ok, a playful, little slayer wanting to play at the kink could use his real name. Honestly, the way she was calling him William made this play-acting naughty in a more intimate way.

Nonetheless, surprised down to the tips of his Doc Martens, Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow. Role playing certainly wasn't a sexual taste he thought Buffy had acquired. "Dear patient, where are you hurting?"

She laughed at the upper crust accent he affected, not knowing that it was his true one, and her eyes were wide and innocent. "I'm not sure." She couldn't believe she was doing this, playing doctor with a vampire in a lab. Too crazy, but she was, and from the desire she could see in his eyes, she was playing the game correctly.

"Not sure?" Now this could be even more interesting. "Well, missy, I will just have to examine your...body." He moved up even with her head. "How about here?" He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was already open, waiting and willing;, her tongue shot forward and met his while it was still in his mouth. He smiled against her lips. The kiss turned wild, hard, and demanding. The tide turned and his tongue searched hers, skimmed the inside of her cheeks and ran across first the inside then the outside of her teeth. Goose bumps raised on Buffy's skin.

When Spike let up on Buffy so she could breathe, he purred into her ear. "Is that where it hurts?"

Buffy's voice was breathy but still undeniably inviting. "No, not there."

"Let's try lower." Spike's hand drifted past her shoulder to cup her breast, immediately kneading, caressing, and restless on her flesh. "Anything, Miss Summers?"

"I'm...ah...not sure." Buffy wasn't sure of anything anymore.

Spike rolled her nipple between his fingers and thumb, and enjoyed the sound of her moans. Encouraged, he pinched and pulled her hard nub. When he pulled up and the nipple popped from his grasp, a sharp, delicious shooting pain ran across her chest, and Buffy cried out in pleasure. "Oh, yeah."

"Well, Ms. Summers?" His hand continued to massage her breast and roll her nipples.

Spike's hand on her breast made it hard to talk. Buffy's thoughts mixed with her strong sensations, jumbling her words. "I'm...ah...not sure..."

With an evil smile, Spike wasn't ready to give up his quest. He fondled her breast then tweaked her nipple, harder this time.

Buffy's voice now sounded choked. "Please Spike...I hurt so bad...Need you so bad."

'Please?' She was begging him.! She was admitting out loud that she needed him. The Slayer was begging a vampire to have sex with her. His desire for her shot through the roof and was rewarded when she arched her back into his hand and gave a "yes" when he pulled her nub. "Ms. Summers?"

"Ah...so good but," she panted, "not there...ah..." Beads of sweat popped up all over her forehead.

"Lower?" Spike trailed his fingers down to her course curls.

"Yes...Oh, God, yes." She couldn't believe what was going on. She was in England, in a basement, next to a corpse, playing doctor with a vampire. That corpse part was definitely of the dark...and she loved Spike's every move, his every touch on her body. All the rest was adding wicked spice to the experience. "More...Dr. William, search more."

No problem there, Spike thought. He couldn't stop touching her burning body if he tried. Her body drew him in, called to him. "Ms. Summers, I promise I will keep searching until I find what ails you."

'What ails me?' Buffy groaned. What ailed her were the excruciatingly slow movements Spike was making on her body. If she wasn't enjoying "playing doctor" so much, she would have stripped and mounted Spike in thirty seconds flat. "Dr..." Buffy's voice sounded pained.

Spike smiled a sinful smile. "Playing doctor" was impromptu, and he was shocked she would initiate such a game. He seriously doubted that her past experiences included such sex games. But he had her now, had her nubile, sizzling body laid out in front of him, served up on a white, porcelain platter. The doctor was definitely in the house and about to be in her.

With such a treat in front of him, he was having a hard time going slow, but he would draw this waking wet dream out for a....A dream? Since when did having sex with the slayer become a dream for him? Since now, he realized. This gorgeous, responsive creature under his hands was a dream come true and that didn't sit well with him. Spike decided to not think about the line between impersonal sex and some kind of attachment with the act. He was going to stay on the far, back side of the non-feelings part of the court. Instead, he focused all his attention back on Buffy's body. How could he not? He was a male, Spike thought, and his male member was pointing the way. "Ah, naughty girl," Spike ran his hand into her public hair, "you shave your bikini line." Using his nails, Spike scratched the roots of her hair, almost tickling her.

Buffy giggled like the young girl as he had teasingly called her. Who would have thought something so simple as a soft scratch would be so erotic? She nearly jumped, though, when his hand cupped her mound with his middle finger lying down through her sex. She arched into his hand as his finger slid back and forth, causing a light friction.

Spike was mesmerized by the changing and shifting expressions across her face. He could see pleasure, delight, ecstasy, and wonder. What a shame that wonder was one of those expressions. She should have known this simple enjoyment and known it often before now. Because she was inexperienced, he was taking things slow. He meant to take it slow until she was more confident in their sex, but tonight she was acting pretty confident.

She looked up with pleading eyes, and his hand immediately responded by sliding down, and his finger entered her. He watched as her eyes squeezed shut, and she sucked in her breath.

His smile was wicked. "Ah, Ms. Summers, it looks like I have found the spot."

She shifted her hips, enjoying the feel of his cool digit in her hot channel. "Yes, Dr..." Buffy's voice came out choked. "A little more...aaahhh..."

Spike slid two fingers into her heat, effectively stopping her speech. He teased her clit with his thumb and ran his fingers inside her, enjoying her enthusiastic response. Her back arched up off the table. just
before she suddenly reached out and grabbed hold of his package, squeezing his shaft and balls. Her grip was to the point of painful, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He let out a heart felt moan.

What Spike was doing to her body was as electrifying as if he had shocked her instead of himself, and her system needed more jolts. Holding onto his rock hard erection, pulling him closer, she knew what she needed. "Now, Doctor, that you have the right place," Buffy panted for a moment, "I need the cure." Buffy looked up at him, never blinking. "And as good as your fingers feel inside of me...Spike, I need you now. NOW!"

He wanted to tease the slayer longer, continue drawing this experience out for both of them, but her hand and pleading eyes decided it. "I've got the cure that you need, luv." She had called him Spike instead of doctor. She wanted him, not a make believe man. He was thrilled, but he didn't want to think about how much that meant to him. Spike undid his belt and lowered his pants enough to set himself free. He stepped to the end of the table and pulled her towards him so that her ass was at the very end of the table. He stepped up between her legs. To cover his uneasiness with her intimate use of his name, Spike kept up the play. "Sorry, Ms. Summers, there are no stirrups available." He moved her legs to rest on his shoulders.

Buffy loved their little game and easily fell back into it. "But, Doctor, I need the cure only you can give me," Buffy purred. "Give it to me."

Grasping himself, Spike rubbed the head of his member against her opening. "Ahhh, is it here?" That was when Buffy leaned up, grabbed Spike by his black t-shirt, and yanked him forward, driving him into her. Her smile was evil when he made a noise somewhere between a bark of laughter and a moan. She had what she so desperately wanted, his cool length buried deeply inside of her. She lay back on the table and prepared for the onslaught of pleasure that she had come to expect from Spike.

Holding onto her hips, Spike began to move. There was no slow going now. His need for this little slayer was too great after such foreplay. Buffy's back arched every time he slid inside of her. His gaze fixated on her neck. As much as he wanted to sink his fangs into her jugular, he settled for biting her the insides of her calves with blunt teeth.

Spike was almost embarrassed how quickly his orgasm was building, but judging on the constriction of her channel, she was in the same shape. "Now for the cure, Ms. Summers." He reached under her arched back and brought her up towards him. Buffy felt a delicious tingle down her spine when his face shifted into his demon visage. The possible danger only turned her on more. Holding her up by one hand on her back, he bent his head down and, with the other hand, he lifted her breast, biting her where his fangs sank in around her nipple. The first pull of her blood sent her simultaneously over the edge. Then he was slamming into her, spilling his seed deep inside of her. She could feel his shaft pulse, emptying itself in time with his swallows of her blood, causing her to peak again with him.

Still buried in her but retracting his fangs, Spike licked her wounds before he looked back up and rested his forehead on hers. Without breaking this contact, Buffy gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Thanks for the cure, doc."

The tenderness in her voice warmed his insides. "Your welcome, Miss Summers."

Buffy wasn't sure about this tender moment. The first two times they had sex, she had left immediately. The time in the shower she left and went to her room. But this time seemed different. Neither of them seemed inclined to move away any time soon. So she decided to take advantage of the situation and give him another kiss, open mouthed this time, warm on cool lips, warm breath and tongue meeting cool. She realized that she was growing to love the temperature difference. It made it so that she could feel him more acutely.

She finally pulled back and looked into his azure eyes. "That was good."

"Good?!" He was comically horrified.

Buffy thought he was adorable when he did that head tilt thing. God, he really was cute. "The doc, the in me, the bitey, and the kissage. All of the good."

"'...Of the good.'" Spike nodded with a smile, but he still thought it was better than good. It had been bloody fantastic. Oh, what this girl did to him.

"I'll have to invite you down to my basement when we get back to Sunnydale." Oh my gosh, Buffy couldn't believe what she had just said. She had practically invited him into her home to have sex, and she had implied a future for them. That second one was the most disturbing. Or was it? As she laid there with his cock still inside her, a future didn't sound all that unimaginable.

Spike hadn't missed her suggestion. The Slayer, in her own basement, under the Scoobies' noses sounded like a delightful, forbidden pleasure. But no, something wasn't right; he knew what it was and just didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to have to sneak around with this beautiful woman. The both deserved better, but he wasn't about to let their deal slip between his fingers. Not now. He had no idea when he would ever have enough to want to stop.

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Chapter 10 – Just A Little Drink

As they exited the warehouse, Buffy walked with a spring in her step. Her body was humming after the fantastic hanky panky with Spike, and they were on their way to the speedy subway. Zoom. Double bonus round. And having this sexy platinum blonde by her side made it a triple win. Whoa. Wait a second. When did it become a plus to walk anywhere with Spike, an annoying, arrogant vampire she should be staking instead of marveling at how he had made her feel below the waist. No, she had to keep reminding herself this wasn't some friend, some pal with her out for a stroll. This was William the Bloody, after all.

Spike was walking with his usual arrogant attitude but thinking much the same as Buffy was. He was reminding himself that this wasn't a mate. This was a slayer who was born to kill his kind. But, oh, did she feel good and taste good. Every time he slipped his cock into her heat, his mind wanted to melt. Spike had to keep reminding himself to stay detached. He didn't care for the girl by his side. No, no way. She was...collapsed on the ground at his feet. He looked down at her and then up at three punks, one of which was holding a piece of pipe.

The one in the green jacket looked down at her with wide open eyes. His words came out slightly slurred. False courage through tipping up a few, Spike surmised. "Hey, did you kill her?"

The guy with the pipe ignored his mate and got to the point. "Look, blondie, give us your blunt?" He waved his pipe in what he thought was a menacing manner. "Pass it over, or...or she gets another one."

The third punk, holding a chain, laughed a laugh that crawled up Spike's spine. "Why don't we knock him out and play with her instead?"

His spine was right. Mr. Chain was a rapist. That did it. They may be human, but he didn't care about the impending pain. He would try to avoid it, but these thugs were not going to put a hand on this woman lying at his feet. He let instinct kick into high gear. His demon rushed forward, all wrinkled forehead, fangs, and yellow eyes looking back at the trio.

"Look at that, Chris. His face...What are you, man? You freak!" The green jacket guy's words were now clear as a bell. Fright could be such a buzz kill, Spike smirked around his fangs.

"No, boy, I'm the nightmare within your nightmares." Spike flashed fangs again, but the trio were obviously still too stupid to run away. Then they made a fatal error, they took a swing at Spike with a thick chain. As Spike dodged the blow, his mind was racing. He couldn't hit them, and they weren't afraid of his game face. They must be flying high on PCP or something if they were not turning tail and running away. Now he tried physical proximity. Nope, doesn't work at all, and bam, the one with the chain hit him. With the chain wrapped around his torso, Spike went down on his knees. The other boy hit him with a pipe, laying Spike out. Then he took a few more blows that nearly knocked him out cold.

The punk with the chain dropped his weapon and spit on Spike. "Come on, he's toast. Grab the girl, and we'll go on down the alley. We'll wear her hot, little twat out."

Spike shook his head trying to clear it. He wasn't sure which one made the mistake of saying that about Buffy, but it didn't matter. They would all pay. By the time he struggled to his feet, they were half way down the alley, dragging Buffy behind them. At the sight, his adrenaline pumped over time. He started at a walk but soon picked up speed until he was racing. He took the first one out, slamming into the thug and in turn the guy slammed into a wall. A well placed spin kick took out the second. The third, who had dragged Buffy, tried to run. Spike tripped him, causing him to fall on his face. Spike kicked him with just shy of enough force to break his ribs.

The vampire continued to rain down blows. "You pitiful piece of shit..." Kick. "Picking on women..." Punch. "Have to knock them out..." Kick. Punch. "To have a poke." Spike backhanded to the guy against the wall just for good measure. Finally he picked each punk up and gave them one last well placed punch and so it was nighty-night for them all. Then the infuriated vampire threw them away in a trash bin like the rubbish they were.

When he turned to go to Buffy, it hit him. He had just taken out three humans – that's humans – and no zap to the noggin. The revelation weakened his knees, and he had to lean against a wall for support. He was free of the chip, the bane of his existence. A footloose and fancy free creature of the night again. No more taking shit off of humans like Xander, the bleedin' whelp. Oh, how he looked forward to punching that git hard on the jaw. But in the last few moments, he had learned another advantage of his chip no longer working. He could protect a human. He wouldn't in a million years have thought that such a benefit would be a positive for him, and it worked.

But right now Buffy was more important. His gaze focused on the alley again. Moving to her, he sat down with his back against the wall and pulled her into his lap. As he gently cradled her, he was struck by all the ramifications of his chip no long functioning. Looking down and stroking her beautiful face, he knew the Slayer would surely stake him now he had his fangs back. She had said so, and he had no doubt that she had meant it. Running his hand through her hair, he thought about how this small girl actually had the ability to stake him, a master vampire. Or she could at least try. Chuckling, with his finger tip, he traced her eyebrows, down her nose and along her lips. Those lips, kissing her made him sizzle all over, made him warm for the first time since he was human. He realized that he didn't want to lose her heat. As a sexual partner, she matched him as if they had been intimate for years.

Then his stomach rumbled, reminding him of how glad unlife would be when he got back to the inn and his blood supply... wait. He was holding a blood bank. Delicious, potent, warm blood. He unconsciously licked his lips. His eyes focused on her neck. He could hear her blood coursing through her veins. Smell the couple of drops of blood that had escaped her wound. But...But...Not now. He could do it anytime now that the chip didn't work any longer, couldn't he? Didn't matter if he hurt her or not. He could fuck her, use her, and when he got bored, he could eat her up during one of their sessions. Yeah, that was it. He brushed her hair off her forehead, his actions belying his thoughts. He would wait and bide his time. But why didn't killing a slayer sound as good as it use to? He knew. He had to admit it. The kill didn't sound so good since he had gotten so close to this slayer. Oh, God, no. It was horrible. Now she was Buffy, a warm, attractive lover, not a cold blooded slayer. Bloody hell, he should toss her across the alley and rush out into the night to hunt, head for someplace that she wasn't. As her eye lids began to flutter, he knew he wasn't leaving her. At least no time soon.

Spike brushed at her bangs again. "Hello, cutie." He helped her sit up, but also making sure she stayed in his lap.

Buffy rubbed at one of her open eyes. "You said that when you came to me about a truce against Angelus."

Spike was surprisingly flattered that she had remembered the small line from over two years previous. "So how's the noggin, pet? London seems to be more dangerous for you than Sunnydale."

"The spinning is slowing down." Buffy realized where she sat – on a very comfy, vampire lap. Ooohh, a little too close here. She slowly climbed off and sat with her back to the wall and instantly missed his lap. Tenderly, she rubbed a spot above her ear and found a long lump.

Spike playfully brushed her hand away and parted her hair for a look see. "Luv, no brains leaked out...ompf." Spike laughed at the elbow she gave him in the ribs. "No, I'd say you are going to be a little off your game for tonight." Why was he even concerned about her lump? She got hit. She passed out. She woke up. All done. Let's move on. But the problem was that somewhere in his dead heart he was, as disgusting as it was, developing a soft spot for the bint. In one word, BUGGER, but true. The Slayer was getting to the Big Bad, creeping into his heart.

"But I will be back on first string tomorrow." She made to stand up, but her head started pounding again, making it mandatory for her to use Spike's offered help. "By the way, what happened? I barely saw three guys before boom, pretty stars, and I was Miss Unconscious Girl. Were they human?" When he steadied her, she smiled in thanks and looked at him with a warm gaze, as if he were a beloved friend, not her enemy.

This was it. Time to decide what to tell her. Did he tell her about the chip? She had always said that she would stake him if the chip was out, and he certainly didn't want to spend this trip to the homeland dusty. Even with the warm gaze she had given him, he didn't dream that the Slayer was developing a soft spot for him as he was for her. Ha. She would rather care about an obese rshaak slime demon. So what should he do? What he did so well - bend the truth. "Yeah, they were human, but the Big Bad sent them running with a show of fangs. Not a problem."

"I know - happy meals to you but save your bites for me..." Buffy slapped her hand over her mouth. "I didn't just say that."

Spike's leer was instantaneous. "Yes, you did, Slayer. Your dark side is showing." He leaned down close to her ear. "Want to hear where I'm going to nip you next, missy?"

Buffy elbowed him again but couldn't hide a smile. His bites were deliciously erotic. Definitely a plus in the sex department, and the orgasms they caused were like a triple fudge cake, sinfully good. She walked fast ahead so that he couldn't see her bright red face.

Spike couldn't believe what had just come out of the Slayer's mouth. He knew she was enjoying the bites, or she wouldn't let him keep doing it. But to admit it...bloody hell, she had actually admitted it that she enjoyed them. Well, he would have to be sure he was fangy again soon, and he would choose a delectable spot. But not the neck, at least not for awhile. That was just too close to a dusting, but there were more spots for the choosing. Yes, the lass had real potential.

Arriving at the inn, they walked into the pub below their rooms. It was one in the morning, and the patrons were full of liquor and boisterous. "Patient Summers," he said with a wink and a laugh at her blush, "I am prescribing you a pint of Guinness."

As Spike smiled at her, Buffy didn't think she would ever see a doctor in the same light again. It made her all warm and tingly just thinking about lying on that table in Frankenstein's basement under Dr. William's care. "Doctor, I warn you that beer doesn't affect me well. Buffy and beer are not mixy."

He luckily found some space at the bar and seated Buffy. Buffy noted that his manners seemed gentlemanly, not Spike- like at all, and she wondered what was behind the change. After he ordered for them, she also noticed how close he stood behind her while they waited for their drinks, and how he leaned down to make his comments in her ear instead of yelling at her over the crowd. His low, sexy voice made her melt inside. At times like these, she didn't think she knew Spike at all. He acted more like...like an attentive boyfriend, and a kissable one at that. Bite your tongue, Buffy. What are you thinking? Kissing is only for the bedroom with her sex partner, certainly not in public and especially not as a show of affection.

Buffy looked at the near black, foamy liquid that was set in front of her. "This isn't beer."

Spike appeared affronted. "This is Guinness."

Soon after, he found out that Buffy hadn't been kidding. The Slayer was already drunk and giggling. "Psst, Spikey."

He thought she was lovely. "Yes, luv." He leaned down so that his cheek just gently brushed her own.

Enjoying the touch but pulling back and spinning around on her stool to look at him, she tried her best to look him steadily in the eyes. "What was with your wacko Morticia?"

Startled, Spike jerked upright. It had been such a curve ball that the question left him blinking, trying to get his bearings. "Is that your valley girl way of asking about Dru?" he asked to clarify and buy a little time.

"Yep." Buffy rocked her head from side to side. "Ding, dong, ding, dong."

There was a time that he would have killed Buffy where she sat for talking about Dru that way. And now he could do it, too, since the chip had stopped functioning. But, no, the rush of feelings he expected didn't come. He would always love Drusilla, he could feel that, but instead of being a vibrant love, it felt faded. Not gone, just in the back of his heart. He had a good idea that he would regret this, but he would go for it anyway. "So, pet, what would you like to know about Dru?"

Buffy bit her lip for a minute, giving a tell tale sign that she was nervous. "Had she cheated on you before that Chaos Demon in South America?" Preparing to duck, she thanked the Initiative for Spike's chip so he didn't hit her for that question.

Spike looked for the pain, but like the love, it had receded into the land of the past. The present was sitting before him with gorgeous hazel eyes trained on him. A thought that truly scared him to death. Instead of the ridicule he expected from her, he could see sympathy in them, and he didn't know what to make of that. He chose to keep his answer simple. "Yes."

Over the rim of her glass, Buffy continued her quest for knowledge. "And you took her back every time?"

"Every time." He tried to picture Dru, conjure up her image, but all he continued to see was the blonde seated in front of him. He tried to picture making love to Dru, but instead saw Buffy riding him. He quickly shook off that last vision. "Why the inquisition, nosey nit?"

Buffy stared sightlessly over his shoulder, trying to comprehend his feelings and her own. "I'm...I'm just envious." She looked him back in his eyes. "To have someone love you for a hundred years without wavering is wow." Without realizing it, she had cupped his cheek, brushing her thumb on the sharp contours of his cheekbones. "You loved her so much that you always took her back. I would have punched the other man into tomorrow and sent Drusilla packing. You just had such devotion."

Or stupidity, Spike thought. Regardless, the answer was simple for him. "Because I loved her."

Buffy searched his face, trying to understand. "I'm just envious that you loved her so much that you were always there for her." Tilting her head to the side, Buffy wondered out loud. "Why did you leave for good this last time? It is permanent, isn't it?"

Before these last few days with Buffy, he would have answered that he didn't know. But things were different now. It shook him to the core realizing how Buffy had affected his unlife. "Yes, this time I imagine that it's permanent."

That answer made Buffy's spirits rise. But why? She shouldn't care. They were just having sex. No strings or emotions attached. Or so she could keep telling herself that, staying in la la land. He was a hottie and fabulous lover. Those were two factors she could admit and gladly stick to.

What was Spike going to tell her about why this time the split with Dru would be permanent? 'Dru told me that she could see you all around me and that I now taste like ashes to her?' And he was shocked to realize that Dru had been right. The Slayer had become a part of his life. But as for taste, he didn't taste of ashes. He now tasted of Buffy, and she was quite tasty, which was surprisingly not as bad as he thought it would have been.

Luck was on his side, though. Buffy's alcohol soaked brain was already onto the next subject. Pulling him by his shirt closer than he already was, Buffy drew him down to whisper in his ear. "Half the women in here are staring at you."

Amused, Spike whispered back in her ear. "And the men are doing the same to you, pet."

"Oh." Buffy thought about it for a minute. Her blossoming smile was mischievous. "Maybe they are looking at your helmet hair." She barely got the sentence out through her laughter.

To Spike's surprise, Buffy ran a hand through his hair, loosening up the grip of his gel. To top that gesture off, he caught her hand and kissed the palm. Neither noticed the intimacy implied in such an action. "No, they just know a good looking bloke when they see one."

Blushing from his romantic act, Buffy giggled. Who would have thought she was giggle girl. "I've been dying for years to ask you this. So what's with the Billy Idol look anyway?"

"Dru fancied turning the bloke. A bit too visible, see. So I bleached my hair, wore black, and she was happy. Then I got to fancy it. 'Sides, always was changing my hair color. When that Nazi shrimp was running amuck in Europe, I wore my hair jet black."

Fascinated, Buffy ran her fingertip along his dark, scarred eyebrow. "I was going to ask about your real hair color, but your eyebrow tells all. Ya know, I can see you with black hair." She continued to stroke his brow.

Spike was enchanted by this side of the Slayer. She was glorious when she fought, but this enemy of his was adorable when she giggled. He wanted to pull her flush against him and brush his fingers through her hair. But no way was that happening. Their fling was private, not allowing for public shows of affection. Such demonstrations sounded more like a girlfriend and a boyfriend that have sex out of soft feelings for each other versus a slayer and a vampire that are fucking each other senseless just because they can. That's right. No feelings attached. He had to keep telling himself that, but bloody hell, it was getting more difficult to stick to the plan. Their relationship with each other was evolving, and he had no idea how it would end.

Buffy's voice broke through his thoughts. She was waving her hand gesturing at the people in the room. "...all those ho's that are drooling over you need to remember one thing and that..." Buffy took another drink and looked around, totally oblivious to the fact that she had stopped in mid-sentence.

"Pet, you were saying..." He couldn't let her stop there. No telling what she was going to say, but he had to know.

She looked at him wide eyed. "I was?"

He smiled at her innocent expression. This evening, he discovered that he enjoyed her with her proverbial hair down and just being a beautiful woman with a handsome man. A tipsy woman, but a plain, everyday woman. "You were saying something about ho's staring at me..."

"Oh, yeah. What I was going to say was what those skanks don't have is you in their bed, and I do." Oblivious to her proprietary tone, Buffy bit her lip as she looked Spike face closely. "And they are really missing out."

He watched the hunger build in her eyes and got turned on in return just from her look. Spike didn't miss her tone and had to grudgingly admit that that was how he felt about her in his bed. And that bed was his bed. No other. As a result of these thoughts, he had to squirm around to get his hard-on in a more comfortable position. When she put her hand low on his hip, he knew that there was no comfortable position except in a bed upstairs with her. 'Good idea, you randy bastard.'

"And you are good in the shower, also." She giggled, only enchanting him again.

"Do you want to...I mean do you feel like..." He wasn't some shy, stuttering inexperienced school boy, not by a long shot, but since she was still somewhat innocent, he wasn't sure how to phrase it so as not offend her and piss her off so much that she wouldn't want to. But Buffy answered before he had a chance to finish.

"Yes!" She smiled at him, using her blossoming, feminine wiles. "Upstairs. Your bed or mine?" Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed his hand and started to drag Spike towards the stairs. He had to laugh at her exuberance, and he was right there with her.

******

TBC

Aahhh, this chapter really made me smile. I would really like to hear what you think. Am I nuts or not?

Thanks
Dana Chapter 11 - Mixed Feelings


As they mounted the stairs, Buffy started to babble. “…And the way you kiss…It’s like you’re consuming me. And endurance…you go way longer than…”

Spike slapped his hand over her mouth, keeping her from saying any other man’s name. He knew that was a possessive move. He reminded himself for the hundredth time that night that he shouldn’t be possessive, but he was. Alright already.

But then he remembered about her injury. When they reached the top of the stairs, he pulled her to a stop. “Listen, pet, how’s your noggin feeling?”

“A little owie.” Buffy shrugged it off and turned back to the suite’s door.

Spike couldn’t believe he was going to be so bloody considerate and think of her welfare. “Oh, balls,” he said under his breath. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

Buffy began tugging at his hand again, and the giggling was back. “Maybe we should.”

Enough said, Spike thought with a smirk. Buffy jerked him into her room, slammed the door shut, and spun on him. Her hands shot up, grasped the duster’s collar, and pulled his head down for a crushing kiss. Their mouths were immediately opened in unison. Then she took the lead and explored all that she possibly could --- the cool inside of his cheeks, along his teeth, and his tongue. In her inebriated state, she couldn’t get enough of the taste of Spike. His coolness and flavor were a delicious elixir.

Spike was surprised when she suddenly broke the kiss and pulled back, but he soon found out why. With slayer speed, she set about stripping him. The duster hit the floor and was soon joined by his shirt and jeans. The only thing he helped with was his boots. Spike was chuckling by the time she shoved him on the bed and then took off her own clothes. If this was what the Slayer was like when she drank, he would make sure that she had a pint in hand every night. But then, of course, he hadn’t had a problem with her willingness so far.

When she finished undressing, Buffy looked at the bed, and her mouth watered. His skin was almost white in the moonlight, and the light and shadows just helped to define his buff muscles. She had seen Angel without his shirt many times, but he had been different. He had been more rounded, not like the sharp lines on Spike, especially the blonde vampire’s sexy cheek bones. Why did it have to be her enemy that made her feel so hot between her thighs? Actually, hot all over. Enough thought and more feel. Buffy leaped on the bed and onto his body. They picked up their kiss where they had left off.

As much as he was enjoying himself, he was guessing that with all she had drunk, she wasn’t long for consciousness and he wanted to bring her again into the darkness she craved before the liquor hit her. He shifted her so that she was lying on top of him, positioning her so that his shaft rubbed the wet lips of her sex. When he slid across for the first time, she pulled back, moaning loudly. For an inexperience chit, she was wonderfully responsive.

If he wanted to take it fast this time, that was fine with Buffy. Tonight, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him fast enough. Bringing her legs up so that she was in a sitting position, she rose up and lowered herself down on his member in one fluid motion. She laughed at Spike’s round, startled eyes. She raked her fingernails over his nipples and smiled when he hissed from the pleasure and pain. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and began riding. She started out slow but quickly moved on from there, and she could tell that her climax was coming fast. Must have been the same for Spike because she could feel him shift down into the mattress every time she lifted up and then met her half way hard. Buffy threw her head back and cried out.

When she looked down again, Spike, who was now in game face, slit his finger with one of his fangs. Buffy watched in fascination as his finger began to bleed. Then he was moving his dripping finger towards her mouth, and it felt like the most natural thing to open her mouth and close it around his bleeding digit. At first she didn’t do anything, just let the blood slowly flow over her tongue. The taste was metallic and unique, but she wasn’t repelled as she expected to be. Instead, it was like the blood was feeding her orgasm, giving her the strength and the ability to ride him harder. Buffy’s climax slammed into her after her first couple of sips.

Spike couldn’t believe how she had taken his finger into her mouth without guidance or encouragement. He had been planning to try to get her to taste some blood, but this had been on the spur of the moment. And she had done it. Actually, with her very first suck, he was lost in a sea of sexual pleasure. He felt like he was heading for a tumble off a bridge. When he felt her muscles contract, he went flying over the edge.

Buffy collapsed next to him on the bed. “I can’t believe that.”

He had a pretty good idea what she was talking about, but he would let her explain. She was awfully talkative with a pint under her belt. “What’s that, luv?”

“That whole blood thingie.” She leaned on her elbow so that she could look down on him. “I hate to say it, really hate to say it, but I enjoyed, ya know, the blood. Dracula’s was gross, but yours is different somehow. So wow, I really do have a dark side.” Her expression shifted to harder, more serious, and she squinted her eyes. There was no way Giles and the gang would ever understand. “If you tell anybody about that, I’ll stake you.”

Laughing, Spike pulled her back down so that her head was on his shoulder. “Who am I going to tell, pet? Soldier boy? The whelp? Your watcher? The witches? No, I think I will keep quiet and stay away from any pointy wood.” He ran his hand along her arm. “What you just did with me is the darkness in you craving life’s blood, craving the power that comes from and with a powerful vampire.” Catching himself caressing of her arm, Spike let his arm fall to the mattress. The caress was too close to cuddling, to affection. Bah! He had no tender feelings for his nemesis.

Not sure what to say and needing time to think about this new revelation, Buffy changed the subject. “When your heart was beating earlier, did it make you want to be human again?”

If he had still been doing it, he would have stopped stroking her after that question. “I don’t know.”

Buffy waited long minutes as she gave Spike time to think, and then instantly regretted her question when he got up to leave. What had she done wrong?

“No, I didn’t.” Spike couldn’t believe this. Not only was he cuddling her after fucking her, but they were having a post sex conversation, the kind couples have when they are sated. Them a couple? NO.

Buffy was talking to his back as he dressed. “Why not?”

He turned back to her and for some strange reason felt compelled to answer truthfully. “If you tell this to any of your chums, I’ll tell about the blood.”

“Deal.” Buffy sat up with a bounce. Secrets could be such fun.

Spike’s body was tense. “I hated who I was when I was human.”

Well, she hadn’t expected that. Her head tilt showed her confusion. “Who were you?”

“Nobody. No, that’s not true. I was worse than nobody.”

Confused, Buffy shook her head. “How can you be worse than nobody?”

Spike started to not answer but did. “Put it this way, luv. Want to know why I am called Spike?”

Huh? She knew this one. “Because you used railroad spikes on your victims.”

“True, but what’s not in those dusty books of the watcher’s is that I was a would-be, worthless poet and that I drove spikes through the heart of everyone that had called me a bloody awful poet. That’s why Peaches always liked to refer to me as William the Bloody so I wouldn’t forget the humiliation.” With that, he left with a bang of the door. He had no desire to watch her laugh, and he didn’t know how he was going to face her the next day.

On her part, Buffy didn’t know what to think. First, when he had mentioned the spikes, she had been reminded that she was going to bed with a vicious and highly successful serial killer. She thanked the Powers That Be for the chip that was in his head. And second, a poet? Hadn’t he been evil when he was human? Angel was before he was turned by Darla. But Spike was a poet and the first word that came to mind was “sensitive.” Then, she remembered that he had a softer side if you bothered to notice. With this deal about the sex, she had expected Spike to be a total ass, constantly ribbing her. But he hadn’t. Instead, he had been a most considerate lover and, just now, she had enjoyed cuddling with him before she had scared him off. She knew that she shouldn’t have enjoyed the affection but, to be truthful, she had. Of course, she had also seen a sweeter side of Spike on other occasions. She had seen how he was with Drusilla and then later with her when Willow had cast the “my will be done” spell. He had been the perfect fiancé. Now with what she had seen and thought about, she didn’t think that his behavior then was all caused by the spell. She just had to admit it. Spike was no longer just Spike the vampire to her, but also a man. Why did she keep thinking of him as a man instead of a vamp? Why was it so hard? Because he was acting like a man, a lover to be exact. Spike had many sides, some of which she enjoyed, and it wasn’t just the sex. Ok, maybe she shouldn’t admit that. Denial Buffy back for duty.

When Spike got back to his room, he leaned against his shut door. He should run out right now and buy some duct tape to forcibly shut his mouth. He had told Buffy that he had once been a poet, a pansy poet at that. He flopped face-first and spread-eagled onto the bed. Well, at least she hadn’t laughed in his face, and he couldn’t hear her laughing through the walls. He thought back to when he was human and when he was first turned. Well, he wasn’t William the Bloody Awful Poet anymore. No. He was Spike, the Slayer of Slayers. And he knew that he could go into the nearby room and kill his third if he wanted. In fact, he could have done it while they had been having sex a few minutes ago. He could, but he would wait, he told himself. That’s it. He’d wait. But what he could do now is hunt. Chip not working equaled the ability to kill again. He had had a temporary lapse of judgment in the alley earlier not killing those three punks, but he was still a master vampire and had killed hundreds. Now he could kill again. He couldn’t put the rest of his clothes on and get out of his room fast enough. The night was his again.

*****

Lying in bed, staring out of the window, Buffy was relieved to hear Spike return to his room. Earlier his door banging had woken her up out of her drunken sleep and let her know he was gone. She had been worrying whether or not he was coming back at all. It wasn’t like anything was keeping him here in order to help her. He didn’t have to keep having sex with her. There was nothing, no binding factor. Why did that make her feel so desolate? But he was back, and her spirit lifted.

Now she could hear him mumbling as he walked thought the suite’s main area. “Just didn’t want to, that’s all…I could have…They were too easy…Bloody hell, I could have done a dozen…just wasn’t in the mood…Next time I’ll…” Buffy missed the rest when he shut his door behind him. He had sounded drunk. Very drunk. And what could he have done? A dozen? The first thing that came to mind was that he was talking about women. Buffy started to get angry, jealous actually if she wanted to honestly recognize the feeling. But then she thought if he was talking about other women, it sounded like he hadn’t been with anyone else. “Could have done a dozen…” Good. So what else could it be? Since he was so drunk, maybe he had been talking about shots or some drinks. Maybe he was thinking about when he had stopped drinking to come back to his room. Who knew? Oh, well. Satisfied he was back, she drifted off to sleep, unaware that she had been thinking more like a girlfriend than an enemy. No wonder she dreamed of white blonde hair and blue eyes that she could get lost in.

*****
TBCChapter 12 - Join The Party

Late the next afternoon, Buffy went out and found a sympathetic local butcher and stocked up a supply of blood for Spike. When she knocked on his bedroom door, he answered with one hand on the door knob and one on his forehead. His groan was heartfelt, and she laughed while enjoying the view of him shirtless. He groaned some more from the sound of her laughter.

‘Oh my gosh. What a yummy set of muscles! Was she drooling?’ Buffy wanted to run her tongue over every one of his highly defined muscles and nip his nipples, but only after she used both hands to feel every inch. But now, a little teasing. She imitated a child’s voice. “What’s wrong? Is the big bad a big baby?”

“Shut your gob.” Spike sniffed a couple of times and focused on the bag she was holding. “What’s in the bag, Slayer?”

Buffy waved her parcel below Spike’s nose, swinging it from side to side. Her smile was smug. “You must be really hung over if you can’t tell on your own. Now, deep breath.”

Spike opened his mouth to argue, but this time Buffy put the bag a centimeter below his nose. “Come on. Breathe deeply.”

He inhaled once, then twice, then quickly several times. Buffy laughed when his demon visage came to the forefront. How had he missed the smell when he first opened the door? Stupid, sexy vampire. But playing with him had made his lapse perfect.

Taking his hand off the door knob, Spike growled at the woman teasing him. “Hangovers are a bloody bitch.”

Buffy laughed at him when he looked up at her with golden eyes. “Yummy, huh?” Buffy was struck by his control. His eyes were golden but the wrinkles and fangs disappeared. Amazing. She didn’t know of another vampire that had such control, not even Angel. Spike was definitely an oddity in his species.

“Nummy treat, luv. Just nummy.” He grabbed the bag, stomped over to a small table and started unpacking the blood.

“Good thing there is a small frig in the main room. I put the rest there. Hope the room service isn’t nosy, or they better have a strong stomach.” Buffy eyed the open door to his room for a moment. “Don’t mind if I do come in, thanks for asking.” While he continued to ignore her and drank, Buffy snooped through his stuff. “Black, black, black, black. No shock there.” With her back to him, screening her actions, she rubbed a cotton t-shirt between her fingers. Not wanting to get caught in such an intimate gesture, she put it down. Giving up on any more snooping, she turned to face him and to admire his chest again. “So where to tonight, oh tourist guide of mine?”

“Dinner for me now.” He wiped a single dribble that had made its way down his chin. Buffy just couldn’t seem to make herself care as she watched. In fact, even though her stomach should be heaving, she still found him sexy. “Then dinner for you, and off we go to Hyde Park, pet. Not sure what we are going to do there, though. It’s a bloody big city, and we don’t have the foggiest where to start other than SW.”

Not really following what he said, she had one more nosy thought. Buffy turned back to Spike’s bag and searched for underwear but found none. No surprise that this mondo masculine vampire went commando. “You said SW is mega big, and we go to some park?”

“No, we are just going to take a little tour through Hyde Park. Then we can take up the chase.” Spike shoved her away from his clothes and pulled a t-shirt over his head. He sincerely hoped she wouldn’t ask about Hyde Park. He didn’t want to admit that the William in him was having a bout of nostalgia and wanted to see the park he had played in as a child again. God, he needed to cram William back into his nook.

Although he hadn’t realized it, Spike had spoken with his original voice, the one he had used when he and Buffy were in the warehouse. Buffy laughed at his hoity toity accent as she asked, “Are we back to playing doctor?”

Whipping back around to face her, Spike arched his scarred brow. He hadn’t even realized he had fallen back to his original accent. Damn William and his reminiscing. “Maybe…do you need a check up, Miss Summers?”

Thinking long and hard, Buffy unknowingly licked her lips while she looked him up and down. But then she sighed. “Maybe later.” Business had to come first. Damn it.

Hovering between disappointment and laughter, Spike finished up his dinner. “Maybe?”

“Maybe, blood breath.” She teased him with a saucy wink his way, but then she squirmed around him and out the door while trying to rid herself of the heat he caused between her legs. The upside was that she could promise herself fun later for sure.

Picking up his coat and heading out behind her, Spike groaned. “What a way to tease a poor, full, but randy vampire…”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. There was that heat again. “Are you ever not ‘randy’?”

“No, but I’ve been empty before…” Spike dodged the swipe of her hand but couldn’t help but smile when he heard her laughter. He was doing that too much lately. Watching her descend the stairs in front of him, Spike told himself that he should be kicking her arse, not ogling it. But what a lovely arse it was…

*****

Buffy stopped in the middle of a wide expanse of grass. Placing her hands on her hips, she faced the blonde vampire while shaking her head. She was more than ready to return to the Marble Arch Underground Station. Way more fun than grass and more grass. She could see that in Sunnydale. “So, this is the famous Hyde Park?”

Amused but not wanting to show it, Spike flicked his fag’s ashes at her before waving his hand. “That it is, pet.”

Batting at the ashes, Buffy glared at him before answering. “But it’s…it’s…it’s just a park.”

With his head tilted far to the side, Spike stopped his aimless strolling and stared at her. Then he shook his head and started walking again, leaving her to catch up. “Summers, you should get out of cemeteries more often.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “And you should have stayed buried in one, grandpa.”

He loved her sharp wit. “Been there, done that. Care to see the pictures?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Besides, I should have already put you in your grave, wench.”

“Why haven’t you, gramps? Oh yeah, you’re grrh challenged.” This was the part of being with Spike that Buffy loved best, if you didn’t include their time spent in bed. She loved the way they bantered back and forth, playing off of each other with as much ease as when they were fighting. Yeah, she had to admit Spike did have more than great sex in the positive column.

While she was reflecting, Spike had put his hands out on either side of her neck and was shaking from the effort of holding himself back from strangling her. ‘Grrh challenged.’ Ha! Letting his hands fall back to his sides, he laughed to himself. ‘Wouldn’t she be surprised that I can actually kill now that the pesky zap to the brain factor no longer existed. Lucky for her, she’s off to play hide and seek.’ Swaggering behind her, Spike continued to smoke as he watched her skip off into a grove of trees.

He let her go ahead of him, skipping for God’s sake, until he saw a couple of shadows move in the trees to either side of where Buffy had entered. As he looked closer, he saw flashes of light that, if he wasn’t mistaken, were moonlight reflecting off steel. Then he heard the unmistakable sounds of a fight. ‘Damn.’ Spike took off at a run. ‘She finds all the fun.’ Now he could see more figures moving in. ‘The more the merrier,’ he always thought. That was until he heard the Slayer yell for him. “Hang on, Slayer. Be there in a sec.” His stomach felt as though it dropped to the ground with foreboding. The Slayer wouldn’t cry out if she wasn’t in some kind of serious trouble.

Buffy wasn’t sure what had happened. One moment she had been laughing at Spike, and the next, she was being attacked from all sides. What she did know was that they were carrying wide swords and smelled awful. The demons looked like human that had never shaved or seen a dentist. She fought off the first three, taking a sword from the last one, but before she had time to catch her breath, five more were on her. “Spike!” Where was the pest when she needed him? She knew that wasn’t fair. Spike was always up for a good fight, she thought with a smile. She had to admit that she was, too. There’s that dark side turning up the heat again. Add “exhilarating” to the list of adjectives for darkness.

Her opponents had more force than skill. She quickly disarmed her next attacker with a well placed kick and ran him through with his own sword before cutting the head off the next. After snapping the next ones neck, she took one out with a spin kick and stab. By that time at least ten more fighters had joined the party but so had her vampire. Hers?? Vampire, Buffy, just vampire.

Spike went after the nearest attacker and looked over his first opponent to see what they were dealing with. If he didn’t know better, he would say that they were…pirates. Pirates? Just as Buffy had, Spike immediately gained a sword and started taking the pirates down. They faded away as the other monsters had. Definitely not human. If he had to guess, there were at least twenty standing, but they were not stellar fighters. However, they did have some organization. Spike could hear someone shouting orders. “Flanking maneuver on the wench, maties.” That got Spike’s attention. He moved as quickly as he could so that he was watching her back. Buffy and Spike made a large dent in their numbers, but when they got down to five, Buffy was knocked to the ground with one pirate’s sword at her throat. Spike was pinned against a tree with two swords pointed at him, stabbing wouldn’t hurt him but that pesky head from the shoulders bit could get in the way of a good row.

Behind Buffy’s attacker, a pirate spoke up with a thick English accent. “Let’s see what we have here, mates. Me orders were to kill a wee lass. A slayer, she be. But we also have a bloke in the melee. What to do? What to do?”

Buffy couldn’t believe her eyes. This was just too bizarre. A monster, a monster’s bride, and a mad scientist. And now…now she was looking at pirates, and the one that had just joined the party was obviously the captain, judging from the Pirates of the Caribbean feathered hat. “What to do? Easy. Run on back to your boat, and Spike and I don’t have to kill the rest of you.”

“Slayer, he’s missing his hand.” Spike was able to push away from the tree. “Hey, bath deprived, why don’t you show your nub to the class.” A sword’s point was lifted up to his face, forcing him back again.

“Aye, so you like my little toy.” The pirate captain held up the attachment at the end of his arm. “All the better to filet a tasty lass.” With his hook, he popped the first two buttons of her top.

Shaking her head on the ground, Buffy was still in denial. “Your hook…a hook…You’re Captain Hook from Peter Pan. No. Nah. Captain Hook?”

“In all of his aromatic glory, pet.” Spike called over to her before taunting Captain Hook. “Sure you don’t have a dead, rotting fish in that coat, Cap?”

Hook looked over his shoulder at Spike with distaste. “Ah, ye have a mouth on ye, boy. Not fit for walking me plank, ye aren’t. Be lopping off ye head, I will.”

At the mention of beheading Spike, Buffy tried to surge forward but was stopped by a prick of a sword. Blood dripped down her neck. When Spike got a whiff, she could hear him growl.

Buffy tried to intercede before Spike did something stupid that would get his head separated from his shoulders. “There will be no head offing, plank walking or running through-ing. Tell your fellow pirate guys to back off, or we will be doing the through running.”

Hook threw back his head, laughing deep and full. “So the lass has some fire to her.”

Spike had to chuckle himself at the Slayer’s bravado and use of words, or rather her special Buffy wording. “Look, Cap, all we need is a little information, and we all can go our merry ways.”

“It’s easy for us, lad. The lass dies. No information needed for no head.” Buffy could see the captain bracing himself for the blow. “Right. Boys, let’s be done with this.”

Buffy barely moved out of the way of the sword at her neck as it began to move. She rolled to her right, straight to her feet, grabbing a sword laying on the ground as she went. In one swift motion directed at the pirate that had had her pinned, she did as the Captain suggested and severed the pirate’s head clean off. Spike was having more trouble with his two pirates who could actually fight. She engaged one to help him out.

Spike was happy for her help. After a minute or two, he took out his share of the pirate pair and moved onto the Captain. But before he could face Hook, the pirate captain faked and took him unawares. In a split second, a blade was pressed against Spike’s neck.

Buffy finished hers and looked up just as Hook pulled his sword back. Rushing him, Buffy ran him through. She watched the infamous pirate fall to the ground. However, much to her surprise, instead of getting up, brushing himself off, and making a few smart ass comments, Spike jumped up and relieved Hook of his coat and hat just as the pirate began to fade away. While beating the dirt off of the coat, he flashed a frustrated glare Buffy’s way. “You stupid bint, we didn’t get any intel from him.”

Standing with her hands on her hips, Buffy quirked back, “You’re welcome.”

Looking for some type of success, hoping to garner some type of accomplishment from the encounter, Spike searched the pockets and found an envelope. “Bit a paper left. Well, the information is still not complete, but we have a street. Hortensia Road in SW. One more clue, my dear Watson.”

Buffy prayed that the fear she had felt as the captain started to behead Spike wasn’t showing, but she was sure of her reply. “I don’t care. Spike, he was going to kill you.”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her closely. If he didn’t know better he would have thought that she had cared about whether he died or not. Stranger still, the thought made him tingle inside. Tingle? Food for thought - later. Play now.

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Across town on Hortensia Street, someone watched on his computer as his Captain Hook went down. He threw up his hands in frustration, kicked a chair across the room, and began to pace. Another of his creations down. He was four and zero.

True, he had only expected the Slayer to die when he originally planned his attacks, but there was the other variable he hadn’t planned on. William the Bloody. Slayer of Slayers. At first, he had thought this was a stroke of luck. The problem was that the vampire wasn’t slaying the slayer but slaying his villains. Regardless, Spike added some spice to the mix. He would just have to go for both. Ok, he needed to crack down now, make his moves and go for a win. The conjurer pulled out a couple of volumes and started his research. After finding a satisfying new plan, he turned back to his computer to put his idea in motion. He lit the five black candles, waved his incense, and settled down at his mouse and keyboard.

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TBC

Ah, the main villain is beginning to show up. What to do now?

Thanks for reading.

A/N: Sorry that I have not posted for awhile. My teaching has taken up my time. (How dare it!) Anyway, school is almost done, and I will be posting more often. I am putting the final touches on a chapter for Quid Pro Quo. I will post it soon.

Thanks for sticking with me.

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Chapter 13 – Pirate Aphrodisiac

Buffy looked at him like he had lost his last brain cell; she had always suspected he was on his last one anyway. She watched with her mouth hanging open as he shrugged out of his precious duster, letting it fall to the ground. But the shocks weren't over. The vampire put on the dirty, flamboyant, burgundy coat, settled the hat on his head with its black feather pointing up, and then he took up his sword, all before the pirate had completely disappeared. He turned to face her, sword raised. "Come on, ye scurvy lass. Ye head has got to go."

Well, if he wants to fight, fine with her. Her adrenalin was still pumping, causing her to itch with a craving for violence. "Hold onto your head, 'scurvy' dog." Their swords clashed for a bit, trading blows, but then Spike unfortunately dodged to the left, and Buffy nicked his shoulder. She was taken aback. First because she had not meant to do it. Second, because she hadn't wanted to hurt him, to her suprise. This was supposed to be her enemy after all. But the shock hadn't fully hit yet. As she watched, Spike looked at his cut, put his finger in the blood, and then licked the blood off his finger. Entranced, her eyes followed his every move. No big deal, except his action made her...hot. That simple. No shock at his gesture. Just white, hot heat straight to her sex.

The fight resumed. Spike feinted one way and struck the other, leaving Buffy bleeding from a shallow wound on her upper arm. Shock again set in. Actually, shock didn't cover it. Her blood had bee drawn. She watched the blood drip. Spike had cut her, and he wasn't writhing on the ground in pain. She looked up at him, and judging by the hand lightly resting on the side of his head, she knew he was thinking the same thing. Buffy broke the stunned silence. "You didn't get zapped."

God, he hoped she bought the act. "Looks like." He knew the next question coming, and he was thinking fast.

Buffy waved her hand at her injury. "Why not?"

No, he still couldn't tell the truth. He wasn't willing to go there yet, but his answer could make things fun. "Must be zapless because you didn't mind, pet, like when you let me bite you."

"Oh." Buffy thought for a moment, and the more she thought, the more she was okay with this turn of events. Excited, actually. Darkness, and this was definitely of the dark, was turning out to be extremely titillating. Further into the fight, Spike dodged to the left, and Buffy nicked his forearm. She felt power and lust at the sight of the blood.

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The fight continued, with both nicking the other a couple more times, until Spike finally got the upper hand and disarmed Buffy. He sent his sword following hers and slammed her into the nearest large tree, trapping her with her back against it and his body pinning her there. "Tell me, Slayer."

While his bluntness left her wondering, Buffy's tongue darted out and licked Spike's lips. "What, Spike?"

Loving her action, Spike moved enough so that he could cup her mound through her pants. "Tell me, Slayer," he whispered in her ear, "did the fight make you hot?"

Seeking pleasure for her heat, she strove to rub her clitoris against his hand. "You know it did."

He swept in and crushed his lips on hers. Their tongues met with such intensity that, had they been swords, they would have drawn blood. Finally, he pulled back to let her breathe. Wouldn't do to have her passed out. "How hot?"

"Inferno." Her head lolled back against the tree as his hand molded to and roughly fondled her sex.

He again whispered in her ear, sending delicious tingles down her spine. "Hot enough for me to fuck you against a tree in a public park?"

She should be too embarrassed. She knew that. Somewhere in her mind she was but what the hell. Maybe, just maybe she would figure it out, but now, she needed him inside of her. Action now. Think later. Buffy cupped his jaw with her hand and forced him to look her directly eye to eye. "Fuck me."

Her words renewed his need for her. Spike attacked her neck. Actually, there was one thing that would make all perfect --- his fangs in her neck. But no. That would probably be a bloody big mistake. He gave it a ninety-five percent chance of getting him staked. Dusty wasn't his style tonight, but it still left over five parts hope.

Buffy's senses went soaring. Aahhh. Every open-mouthed wet kiss and every nip and bite of his blunt teeth made her tremble. After a particularly hard bite, she wondered for a brief moment what it would be like if he used his fangs on her jugular. Would it feel better than Dracula's bite? Well, that was without a doubt. Would it feel different than where he'd bit her already? More intense, maybe? His bite on her breast was definitely the best so far, but the neck? The big question was would she let him? Should she let him? She just didn't know.

'Fuck me,' she had said. "Nah, wouldn't want to leave the wee lass wanting." He undid Buffy's pants and helped her strip them off. But he had no patience with her shirt. "I've got to see you, luv." Struggling with the small buttons that Hook hadn't cut away, he ripped it down the middle. As Buffy kicked off her shoes and jeans to get her jeans completely off, Spike picked up his duster and wrapped it around her, protecting her back from the tree bark. Buffy didn't miss the courteous, sweet gesture.

He slammed Buffy back against the tree, hard enough that her head hit the bark. "Now, where were we?" If he pushed any harder, her head would leave an imprint on the tree. It wasn't hard enough to hurt her, but it was hard enough to pin her, and she certainly didn't mind. "Oh, God, yes." Actually, his hard body against her was just what she needed. Yeah, the fight had jazzed her body, making her wet and hot between her legs. She could feel the juices dripping down her legs. And yeah, she had sex with Riley after some fights, but this was Spike, and this vampire was entirely different. He was her equal in strength so she didn't have to hold back. And unlike with Riley, she didn't want to hold anything back. She wanted to be wild, and Spike was just the ticket.

"Not going anywhere, kitten. Nowhere." Spike couldn't ask for more. This was rough, the roughest they had done so far. This firebrand was a keeper. Funny though, he never noticed the permanence that the thought implied.

After tearing her shirt, his hand started gripping her shoulder tightly then let go of her long enough to slide down to roughly cup her breast. Buffy noticed this. Gone was his usual finesse, and she didn't mind a bit. Raw was fine, fueled by the fight with the pirates. If he devoured her, all the better. "More...Spike, I need more..." Her blood was rushing, and it was rushing through the darkness. She could hear her dark, slayer side roaring in her ears, and it was calling for more. "Deeper." She realized that her instincts weren't just calling for sex, but calling specifically for Spike. When had that started to happen? When had the generic face of her ferocious desire become the angular beauty of a blond, fallen angel. The face of Spike.

Spike's next move jerked her out of her sea of thoughts and feelings. "Bloody hell, got to taste you, kitten." She expected to feel his mouth on her nipple or farther down, but his mouth moved down and unexpectedly latched onto the cut on her upper arm. Boom. First an electrical charge raced through her senses, and wow, the feeling was unreal. A thousand stars exploding. It was like every pull on her blood was directly connected to her sex. He sucked, and she pulsed.

But she didn't throw her head back as she first was inclined to do; no, she looked down at his head. He had turned it just right so that she could see his lips on her flesh. 'Now that's erotic,' she thought. Only Spike could do this to her. Where had that thought come from? What about Angel? He should have been able to make her feel this way if he wasn't as out of it as he had been when he had been biting her. 'No, you know only Spike can make you feel this way,' her inner voice whispered. Who cares about anything else when he was making her feel so sizzling?

But then Buffy's thoughts scattered again to the wind as his fingers latched onto her painfully hard nipple. The first pinch and twist nearly sent her climbing up the tree. He pulled until he released it with a pop.

Melding his mouth again to her own, her blood mixed with her saliva. She gasped into his mouth, but she was done being just a passive bystander enjoying the ride. "Give it to me." She frantically unbuckled his belt and reached inside his pants. She pushed them down as she wrapped her other hand around his shaft. He was cool and incredibly hard, straining and twitching. She held on tight as she pumped his cock. Then she stopped and experimented. With a sly smile, she raked her fingernails across his balls, and down the smooth, velvety surface of his shaft. His heart felt groan told her all she needed to know. 'Spikey like,' thought Buffy wickedly. A little pain with his pleasure. She was learning about him and herself, and she liked what she learned.

Spike's knees almost buckled when he felt her nails on his most sensitive skin. "Oh, baby, yesss!" She was catching the darkness in her sex nicely. "Pretty kitty, let me feel your claws." He ran his free hand down her side and to her mound. He slipped two fingers over her clit, between her lips and straight into her wet channel. He thrust inside, moving his fingers, searching for her special spot, and he knew when he hit it because she broke their kiss to throw back her head against the tree and cry out. "Spike..." His hold on her sex was so strong that he practically held her off her feet. His name tripping out of her mouth made his desire even more red hot.

Stepping back, his eyes soaked up the vision of her pert breasts. As he squeezed a firm breast with his free hand, he looked up into her eyes. Buffy could see a fire burning but also awe. Not like awe of looking at scene of a beautiful mountain peak, but awe as in him appreciating her body. She felt adored.

Then he was on her again. The mind blowing kiss was hard enough for their teeth to click. She writhed against him, trying to satisfy her need, grinding on his generous sized erection. For a better position, she lifted up her legs and wrapped them around his waist, causing him to replace his hand with the velvety, rock hard cock rubbing against her. Unintelligible sounds gurgled in the back of his throat as his cock slid between her folds dripping with her juices.

"Spike...Arh," She barely had enough air in her lungs to speak, "Spike, please."

Just the head was in. He found that he liked to hear her beg. "Please?"

"Yes, you son of a bitch. Yes, please..." On fire, Buffy had had enough of her burning need. She gripped either side of his face and practically yelled in his face. "Get. In. Me. Now."

Not one to disappoint, he lifted her up where she instinctually wrapped her legs around his waist. Then he quickly lowered her down onto his shaft. "So hot. So tight." Spike thought he was going to burn to a crisp. "So fucking hot."

"Ahh." With every stroke into her body, she felt him stretch her. She reveled in the feel. "Need. Need more."

Spike couldn't get far enough into her gripping channel. "Gotta have more of you." Spike wanted to fight the "you" part, but as he moved inside of her, he knew it was true. He had to admit it to himself. He didn't need more sex. Bloody hell, he had had enough of that lately. What he needed was more Buffy.

Spike's eyes rolled back as he was encased in her warm depths. But he wasn't in the mood to savor. No, he was in the mood to fuck her hard and fast.

His kiss all but ate her up. As his tongue entered her mouth again, the walls of her passage stretched, melding to his member. She rode him, letting him slide in and out, enjoying the feel until Spike broke the kiss and his lips latched onto the cut on her other arm. With the first pull of blood, Buffy's head flew back, slamming into the tree. She never felt the pain; all she felt was that wonderful, floating feeling that came with Spike's drinking of her life's blood. She buried her fingers in his hair, holding his lips tight to her injury. When he lifted his head from her wound, Buffy's eyes shot open. The loss of the pleasure and pain left her feeling unfulfilled. In her sexual frustration, she came down harder and harder on his shaft. Then his mouth latched onto another dripping wound, sending her flying high up to the stars again. After one, two, three pulls, she could feel her orgasm rushing towards her.

Out of instinct and a natural desire to share the feelings coursing through her, Buffy brought her mouth to a cut on his shoulder and suckled. Mimicking her, Spike threw his head back and roared his ecstasy. In direct response, he began to slam up into her with increasing force and speed, their bodies meeting hard with each time an explosion of feelings.

Through his haze of delicious blood connected straight to his cock, he could feel her channel begin to contract with her impending release. And he knew just what she needed to set her free. Spike released her breast and grabbed a handful of hair. Using the hold, he wrenched her head to the side, hungrily staring at her neck. His eyes changed to a sparkling gold, his ridges came forward, and his fangs hovered above her skin. The offensive marks made by Angel and Dracula had to go. Not able to resist anymore, this time his sharp fangs slid into her jugular as he began to suck again.

Buffy's body bucked when his fangs pierced her skin, giving her that right amount of pain that completed the glorious cycle. Buffy's orgasm built along with his rhythm. She shattered into pieces of pleasure as she came. Her cry could probably be heard by the Queen in Buckingham Palace.

What Buffy was oblivious to when she had her orgasm was that she had bitten down hard on Spike's shoulder. The combination of her blood, her sex squeezing his prick and the sweet pain from her teeth, Spike came hard, one of the hardest he could ever remember. Spike spilled his cum into her womb, reveling in her body milking his cock of his seed. His body may be satisfied, but his brain barely functioned.

As both came down, him gently licking her wound, with their lips still touching the others skin, each panted, unable to stir up enough energy to lift their head. Actually, even though he didn't need to pant, Spike did and was thankful to have a moment to collect himself. The sex had been incredible, better than he would have ever thought he could have with a human. It wasn't just the pain. The Devil knew that Dru had inflicted much worse on him all in the name of sex. But this had been...well, just right. So he needed this moment to regroup. A vampire having sex with a slayer that didn't include death just couldn't, shouldn't be so moving for the vampire. It just wasn't right, but it was. Now, the dilemma. How the bloody hell was he going to act after this coupling? He couldn't act moved, like it meant something. Agh!

Buffy wasn't in such a dilemma. She rested her head on his shoulder and let the feelings just come as they would. Pleasure, satisfaction, pleasure, a little ouch, pleasure, sizzle...pleasure. She had never felt anything like she had just been through, but yesterday wouldn't be too soon to go through it again. With him still nestled inside of her, she was content to ride out the waves of the aftermath. She had her answer about his biting her neck. The orgasm had been spectacular, mind blowing.

Then she decided Spike's dilemma for him with a soft, lingering kiss on one of his wounds. To Spike, that action, so contrary to the wild sex that they had just had, was just the thing to end with. And, he hated to admit it even though it was true, the kiss cemented a relationship that they had been building between them. This night they had forged it with fire. With a crooked finger under her chin, Spike lifted her face for a tender kiss of his own. If Buffy didn't know better, she would have thought that he cared. That she cared for that matter. But she knew better, didn't she? Or did she?

Buffy barely remembered the next minutes. Spike had helped her with her clothes and loaned her his precious leather coat to cover her shredded shirt. Next, they were on Spike's bed in their suite, and he was inside her again. And again.

She woke up in the wee hours of the morning in Spike's arms. It felt so satisfying, so right and that scared her down to her toes. There was no room for feelings in this affair. It was just that, an affair. An affair was just sex, wasn't it? At least theirs was. They both made that perfectly clear before they had sex the very first time. With great reluctance, she shifted carefully, slid out of his arms and quietly crept to her own room. As she climbed into her own empty bed, she asked herself if this affair really did forbid any of the softer emotions. If so, then why were tears swimming in her eyes, and she was left missing his arms around her?

Spike hadn't let on, but he had been awake when Buffy left for her room. In fact, the troubles on his mind wouldn't let up enough for him to sleep. What the bloody hell was he going to do? As they lay on his bed, wrapped around each other, reality had dropped out of the heavens and cracked him on the head. He cared for this small girl tucked under his chin. Bollocks. He cared for the Slayer. He had botched up the situation. Just frigging grand. It wasn't love he told himself, but he did have feelings. And he just couldn't help it. For some god awful reason, he wanted to.

But that made the next issue another problem. Lighting a fag, Spike walked over and stared out the window, but never saw the scene in front of him. The chip no longer worked, and she didn't know that. For some reason that he didn't think he wanted to acknowledge, he thought she deserved knowing about his renewed status. The debate raged inside of him. If he didn't tell her, it would eat him up inside. If he did tell her, their agreement would be over. No more slayer in his bed. He hated how much that disturbed him. He could find some other willing body, but it wouldn't be Buffy. Even more reason to find another girl, actually. No, he had to tell her that he had his fangs back. He'd tell her tomorrow, or he should say the end of tomorrow night. He'd have the whole day to enjoy her before that.

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Chapter 14 - Tourismo

"Well, pet, what do you say if we play at some tourismo?" As he was talking, Spike came out of his room putting on his t-shirt.

'Did he say something to me?' Buffy's eyes feasted on Spike's chest. She had to think hard to remember what he just asked. She would think she would get over drooling over his body, but she didn't. Oh, well. "Tourismo?"

"Yeah, pet. We'll play at being tourists for the night." He savored her drooling over his body; it made him want to take off his pants, rip off her clothes, and throw her down on the sofa. The idea was oh so tempting.

Buffy wrung her hands, obviously displaying her indecision. "But we need to continue the search. 'Member. Badies trying to kill me..."

"To the devil with duty tonight. You're in London, on a whole different continent, for bloody sake. I bet you can't remember the last time you took a night off, can you, luv?"

Buffy melted at the saucy wink he sent her way, and she reluctantly shook her head at the same time a corner of her mouth started to turn up. She hadn't had a vacation recently, and here she was in one of the most famous cities in the world. Why was she wasting this opportunity to be guided around by a native? "So what do you suggest, bleach brain?"

Pleased at her acquiescence, Spike smiled. "A variety, pet. Get ready. You've got ten minutes." He made shooing motions at her.

Buffy looked out the window. "But it's still too light outside. You can't..."

"No worries, luv. One of the advantages of dear ole England." Spike shrugged into his trench coat. "Some days the clouds block the sun enough for us night dwellers to walk about. So hup to, Slayer."

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Spike knew that luck was with him. Well, at least in one aspect. They made it to the Tower of London just in time for the last tour.

"This is just so...I mean...it's a castle!" Buffy's eyes were the size of saucers.

That's when his luck became a double edged sword. On one edge, she was clearly enraptured with the tour, but on the other edge, the time was bittersweet. She didn't know it, but this would be their last night together. Tonight was the night he was going to tell her about the chip no longer functioning. But he was weak. He knew he had to tell her, but that didn't mean that they couldn't have a long goodbye.

On Buffy's part, she was having a blast, trying to take in everything at once. "Hey, at home a building is considered old if it's two hundred years old or maybe three hundred years old. Here, old is double or triple that. The White Tower was built in the eleventh century. That's ten something, isn't it?" Buffy, the great avoider of school, was entranced by the history contained in the Tower of London's walls.

She was dragging her hands along the building as they followed the tour guide. "Look at these stone and bricks. They were made like forever back. I mean nine hundred years ago." Up in a small room where prisoners were held before their beheading, the unfortunates carved their initials in the wall and mantel. The thought of people so long past leaving their last mark on the world fascinated her. "Come look, Spike come over here." She spontaneously grasped Spike's hand, pulling him over for closer inspection. "Look! Some of these were etched in the 1500s. I can't even imagine being around that long ago."

Spike never saw the initials. All he saw was her petite hand clasping his own. Such an incredibly small gesture touched him more than he wanted it to. Her warmth traveled up his arm to his heart. But the most incredible part was yet to come. When they left the small room, Buffy didn't let go of his hand. She held it in the courtyard where beheadings had once taken place. He laughed when her only question was what kind of axe was used.

Then with a bright smile on her face, still keeping her hold on his hand, she pulled him into the chapel; they stood there with graves beneath their feet. Buffy turned up her nose. "It's so freaky walking on all these people."

Spike turned her so they were face to face. "Is this the slayer who patrols cemeteries?"

"Oh...yeah." Her smile never faltered, and she never let go of his hand despite her awe and enthusiasm upon gazing on the crown jewels, guaranteed to dazzle anyone. "That is the largest top-quality, cut diamond." Buffy listened to the guards talk about it. "Man, I could pitch it like a baseball."

But the best was yet to come. "Oh, God...Oh, it's...gorgeous." In the white tower, Buffy tried to take in all the armor and weapons at once.

Spike had expected her to feel this way, but his bonus was the way she wrapped her free hand around his upper arm, bringing her side flush against his, her warmth chasing away his perpetual cold. He was going to miss more of these changes. They were making their relationship public, bringing them closer as he might have wanted. Bloody hell, he was going to miss out on more. But he wasn't going to think about that now. Instead he would focus only on enjoying her company that night. Then he would say good-bye.

Grabbing Spike's hand hadn't been planned. She hadn't meant to, but she had. Once she had hold, she didn't seem to be able to let go. Well, that's not quite right. She could have if she had really made an effort, but she didn't. She found that she didn't want to. So after that initial grasp, she just flowed with her instincts, forgetting all about the slayer/vampire angle and concentrating on the lover angle. She knew it deepened their relationship, but oh, well. Besides, holding his hand just felt good, especially when she pulled herself against his side.

After the tower, Spike took her to an authentic bistro for some fish and chips. Buffy enjoyed every minute of it even though she wasn't particularly fond of fish.

He was being so nice to her. Treating her like a good friend. Then there was the musical he dragged her to --- "Cats". She had dragged her feet, saying that she had no interest in people running around singing, but he sweet talked her into a seat. He had said that they were closing the musical soon, and he wanted her to experience it. She left the theatre ready to buy a cat and was singing, "Memories, all alone in the moonlight..."

She wondered if this would be how he would treat a girlfriend, except for the psycho hose beast, of course. Much too tame for the black-haired bitch. A girlfriend?! Her?! What was she thinking? She guessed that he would agree that they were friends now, she told herself, especially since they had held hands some, but definitely not boyfriend/girlfriend. No. No way. But why was her heart beating so fast?

Now they were on to their last destination for the night. They stepped out of the tube station's stairs and into an explosion of people, lights and sounds. Piccadilly Circus.

All Buffy could do was try to absorb all around her. After all she had seen today, she was going into overload. Taking his hand again, she stepped forward a few feet with him. "Wow. I mean...wow!"

Smiling, Spike watched her spin in circles, trying to take it all in. Spike found himself laughing. "Glad you like it, pet. I always did."

"Me no like." She turned and grinned at him. "Me love." She dragged him in and out of the stores, especially loving Virgin Records.

As she watched others passed the shops and saw the fascinating-looking people, Buffy listened to Spike guiding her absently. "Spike, you can fit in with her with all the bleached hair and leather," she teased.

Spike squeezed her hand. "They've got good taste, don't they, luv?"

"Humph. I don't even want to know what all you ate here." Buffy laughed as they entered a small shop. "I need some souvenirs."

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Watching her happy wandering though the tourist trap, Spike dreaded putting his plan into effect. "Pet, you know how to get back to the inn, don't you?"

"Sure. Just go to Sloane Station," Buffy absently answered his question while going through some key chains.

Spike strained to keep his voice light. "And the money. You know that it's in my room, right, luv?"

Buffy waved a hand dismissing the twenty questions routine. "I know. I know." She held up a shirt for him to examine. "Do you think Willow would like this t-shirt?"

A teddy bear dressed as a bobby, a police officer, made Spike smile. "No, more like Xander's style."

Swatting at him, Buffy put the shirt up. Then she let Spike drag her out of the store and on until they passed a small, dark alley that Spike dragged Buffy down. He had to make the break, or he wouldn't be able to. He just couldn't go on without telling her about the chip. He wasn't sure why, but he thought she deserved to know.

Completely confused, Buffy gaped at the vampire. "What...?"

Grabbing both her upper arms, he placed Buffy on the curb of one side of the alley and walked over to stand on the other curb.

Buffy was bewildered. "Spike, what are you doing? I've already seen my share of dark alleys. In fact, I met you in one."

Running his hand over his face, Spike tried to remember what he had rehearsed to say. "Things have gotten complicated, pet." He held up his hands to stop her from commenting. "Everything from enjoying being with you on this trip to enjoying the sex all too much..." Spike paused, hoping to collect himself. "It was hard for me to watch you leave me to sleep alone last night. It was hard for me to leave you the night before." He almost walked to her but caught himself.

"You mean you would rather spend the night together?" Buffy was pleasantly surprised. What a great bit of information! He had felt as she had. Actually it was a relief to bring that desire out into the open.

Spike shook his head in frustration. "No...Yes!...Yes, I would, but no, that's not where I am going with this."

"Well, I'm coming over to you." She put one foot down off the curb.

Spike held up his hand again to keep her on the other sidewalk. "What I mean was...was...bloody hell, my chip doesn't work anymore." Spike watched as Buffy retrieve her foot off the street.

Buffy was so incredibly shocked, she had no idea what to say.

"See, luv, the shocks at Frankie's must have knocked it out." Agitated, he stared to pace. "I always thought that when I had my fangs back, I would go back trying to kill you and you me. Natural order of things and all that rot."

"More importantly, to me at least, is that I've discovered that I don't want to kill you. Even without our truce, I don't want you dead. I know that your hard and fast rule is that if the chip stopped working, you would stake me, which means I would have to fight you. Well, that's the rub. I'm not going to fight you. And just FYI, I didn't kill anyone of those wankers that night you were knocked out. Don't get me wrong, I thought about it but didn't. The point is if all this means I am a coward, so be it. Regardless, I'm going to run. Good luck, Slayer. It's been the memory of a lifetime, several lifetimes."

With one last look into her hazel eyes, trying to gauge her reaction but seeing only confusion, trying to memorize all of her in a split second, he ran as fast as the demon in him could go. He had to get away before he did something stupid like beg her to not stake him, let him stay in her bed. Not for the sex, but to be with her. Pain radiated through out his whole body as he threw himself into the crowd. He hadn't guessed just how hard it would be to leave her behind. His hand felt numb with out hers holding it. He ran and dodged until he came out another side of Piccadilly Circus and off into the night.

 

A/N: Man, I did try so hard to make this story PW1/2P, but the plot just kept developing on its own. It truly has a mind of its own. Hope you enjoy the more coming.

Thanks so much for the prodding. It really worked. Feed me!
: Thank you all so much for the reviews. I started this story as a lark and am so glad people are enjoying it.
Greyangel, thanks for straightening me on on fish and chips. Thanks.


Chapter 15 – Living With Your Decisions

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Buffy was struck dumb and motionless. What the hell had he just been telling her? The information didn’t compute yet. It just rolled around in her head like the rocks some people thought were up there. She started to follow but found her feet frozen, giving her time so she could slowly process his words.

Damn. The chip hadn’t worked since he shocked himself at Frankenstein’s lab. Ok, got it. He had unfortunately been right in that she swore to fight him and do her best to dust him if the chip ever stopped working. But…and this was a big “but,” he said that now he didn’t want to kill her or even fight her. Not anymore, he had said. And again she could see before her eyes the proof of his regret, the sorrow etched on his face. He had definitely meant every word of his speech. That was the only solace for her. He hadn’t wanted to leave her, but on the other hand, she understood his need for survival.

Buffy was having such a hard time letting all the ramifications sink in that she still didn’t follow him. In fact, even though she wasn’t quite sure what to think, she did know she didn’t want him to leave her. With that thought, she finally gave chase. “Spike…SPIKE…” She looked into the square, but the multitude of the people had swiftly swallowed him up.

She ran into the square, pain coursing through her with every step, not physical but felt all the same. No, that wasn’t quite true. The pain was located in her heart. But she couldn’t even catch a glimpse of him. Actually, kicking herself, she knew he had gotten quite a head start while she was thinking in the alley. She scanned the crowd and then landed on a plan. She went into Virgin Records and up on one of the higher floors and looked down, but still no Spike, or not that she could tell through her tears.

‘But what are you crying for? A soulless killer?’ Half of Buffy fussed at herself. ‘Have you lost your mind?’ The first time they had met, he made it clear that his goal was to make her number three on his slayer hit list. But he had flipped the coin in that he didn’t want to now. It wasn’t like she had treated him well before this trip. However, that was before she had gotten to know him. He wasn’t the monster that she had thought, or the monster that he had claimed to be. It was like all that bought blood and being around humans had changed him, made him more…human. He had treated her like an ally on this trip. Actually, like more than an ally. He treated her as a comrade in a fight and a treasured lover.

That’s when the situation since the shocks that knocked out the chip struck her. He had drunk from her. Fangs in her breast –dangerous. And worse, in Hyde Park, she had let him drink from her jugular. It would have been his perfect opportunity. She had let down her guard and could have been dead in a matter of seconds. But, no, he had done it for both of their pleasures. In a nutshell, he chose not to kill her. What kind of freak demon was he? One sensitive to her and to himself? He was such an enigma that her head was starting to swim. She didn’t think she would or could ever understand him, but she wasn’t even going to get a chance to now. Damn. Then that brought back the tears. And the pain. She wasn’t going to get a chance to know him better, and she was surprised how much she regretted that loss. Bur she also doubled her determination to find him.

*****

Spike made it into and then out of the north side of the square, running until his legs could take no more. Once stopped, he struck his fist against the nearest wall. “Bloody fucking hell.” Then he looked up and shook his fist at the sky. “The feelings weren’t supposed to be like this,” he yelled before he deflated to the ground. “Wasn’t supposed to happen at all. What happened to straight up, no strings sex?” He didn’t know or understand what had developing between the slayer and himself, and right now, he didn’t want to. His chip no longer working should be a blessing, but no, it felt like a curse. What the bleedin’ hell was he thinking? He wanted to blaze a bloody path through his hometown – didn’t he? Then he felt a drop of water land on his fist. Wiping his face, he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. He was shedding tears for the Slayer. And to tell the truth, the split with her ripped his heart apart. What had happened to him?

Ok, he had to find one or numerous bottles of whiskey. Ten minutes later, Spike was leaving a liquor store via a broken window holding a large bottle in each hand. He could have paid for them if the store was open, but smashing through the window and stealing his booze that was his path to oblivion was so much more gratifying. Now a place to crash and to drink the rest of the night and the next day away. That was the plan.

All he ended up doing was staring at the ceiling of his new hotel room and wishing he had passed out already. How had things gotten so bloody buggered up? When had his relationship with the Slayer changed? Scratch that. He knew when this trouble with her began. The first time she had climbed into his bed. Maybe…yeah, if pressed, he had to admit she had always turned him on from the beginning, but that was always rolled in a twisted kind of way with his instinctual hatred for a slaughterer of his kind. However, that dangerous little lady came in a gorgeous package. And it wasn’t just her packaging. He also had been attracted to her personality and her attitude. Sassy, sarcastic, and a woman that was still young while knowing the ropes taught at the school of hard knocks. And getting to know her better over the last few days made her all the more appealing. Now she was Buffy the Woman and the Slayer rolled up into one, and her essence called to him. She was his mate. That brought him jerked up into a sitting position. A mate was serious business for a vampire. She was his match, not mate. Match, match, match.

Trying to get away from his slip, maybe a Freudian slip if he cared to examine it, he thought he would play a little football by kicking himself back and forth against the walls for a while. He was smart leaving her. That’s it, he was brilliant. If he had stayed, what was he going to do? Stop killing for her, something he was sure she would insist upon. ‘But you already have,’ a voice whispered in his head. ‘You haven’t killed since the chip stopped working. You didn’t even feed tonight when you could have and not even have to hide it from the Slayer.’ Spike pushed back the thought. ‘Bugger, it’s like I’m growing a frigging conscience.’

Not wanting to confront his thoughts head on, Spike kicked the ball to the other side of his head. He suspected…no, he knew he was an idiot for leaving her. That was the most confusing part. How could he have such feelings for a slayer? Damn, he was back to the same tune. No, it was not just the slayer that he admired. It was Buffy she had let him see. It was Buffy that he had feelings for. His arms felt empty lying in this bed. With those thoughts came one, surprisingly strong regret. He had never gone to sleep and awoken with her in his arms. Had never watched her eyes open and focus on his face. He could visualize her slow smile. Saddened, he took another swallow, one salute to opportunities lost.

Bloody fucking hell, what was he doing? Why was he doing this to himself? He was torn apart. Either stake the Slayer or be staked, or lose his bed mate, and, as he found out, she was his equal in all things – fighting skills and sex. What an excellent combination that he no longer had access to.

Then there was good o’ Sunnyhell, and worse yet was the stick up the arse Scoobies. They would want an explanation. It was silly that she would admit their liaison to her friends. ‘Hi, I’m having a hot affair with a soulless demon. Oh, did I tell you that it’s Spike?’ It might give the whelp a heart attack. No, he had no doubt. By his way of thinking, Buffy would go back hiding their true relationship, and come to him when she got the itch. Yeah, that was another reason to leave the Slayer. He just couldn’t be the man in the closet, hidden from any scrutiny of Buffy. He found that he wanted to tell the world that she was his lover, and that he had feelings for her and to hell with her little, exclusive group. To hell with the whole world, except for Buffy. She deserved better.

*****
In the southern part of London, Buffy lay on her bed and starred at the ceiling, unknowingly mirroring Spike’s pose while she replayed the past in her mind. She had seen Angel walking away, and it had hurt, to say the very least. She had shed tears for Angel, but this was Spike she was crying about. He had no soul; he prided himself on being evil. She should be jumping up and down with glee to be rid of him, or she should be mad that she hadn’t been able to stake him. But she was disappointed by his leaving. No, that wasn’t being truthful. She was in pain, hurt because he had left her. The tears fell. So here she lay, trying to reconcile the fact that she was yearning for a soulless vampire. To make it worse, she wanted the irritating pest back.

And back in Sunnydale. What would she have done about that? ‘Hi, guys, Spike and I are getting horizontal now. In fact, it is more, so…’ Giles would be stunned then furious. Xander would be disgusted. Willow would be confused. But that was it. Buffy wasn’t confused anymore, and she was the important one in this. It was her choice for her life. Giles should be glad that she had a backup that was her equal. Xander should be happy there was another guy in the mix. And Willow should be happy for her. Buffy was happy. All should be happy.

Buffy slept the next day and was at Piccadilly Circus by dusk. And the next night. She methodically walked through the crowd all night. It was a tricky plan in that there were so many goths and punks with leather jackets and bleached hair, but she checked out everyone. She didn’t even know if he would come back to the area. It was just a hunch she had. And hunting him gave her time to think. She could say that she was searching for Spike because she needed to stake him. She could say she was hunting him so he could help her around the city, so he could help her fight the evil that was chasing her down.

She didn’t know how their relationship evolved the way it had. It was suppose to be just sex, but now she had feelings for Spike. Way of the wacko. Then this thought struck her. Had he felt the same way? The second night after Spike’s departure found Buffy sleeping in Spike’s bed as if she could divine Spike’s thoughts through the place he had slept.

*****

Piccadilly Circus again. She had been looking for Spike for the last two nights with no luck. Call her crazy, but for some reason, Buffy guessed that Spike would eventually come back to the place that he had left her. All she needed was to be there and alert, constantly scanning the crowd.

The first night had been a total bust. Ordinary, run-of-the-mill vampires wandering around the square hunting. She, however, had a mission, which was looking for one smart mouthed, bad ass vampire, but she couldn’t help killing some of the demons in the dark allies. Determined, she stayed and searched until daylight. She didn’t know why she thought she would find him in that particular square. Maybe it would be like returning to the scene of a crime. The second night looked to be a long one also. The heavy clouds were out again, so the vampires were out earlier in the square. As the sun was setting, she could feel a few with some power and some minions, but nothing special.

Eleven o’clock the third night found Buffy standing on a sidewalk in Piccadilly Circus again. She was going to charge things up. Go back to the basics, back to the first lesson Giles had ever taught her. She closed her eyes and extended her senses, reaching as far as the edges of the people in the square. She was on a mission to find Spike, but she wasn’t surprised to feel numerous vampires nearby. She already knew about them, but not the right one - yet. She walked around to a new spot, and again extended her senses. With all the vamps she sensed, she itched to grab her stake, but she was sticking to the plan this time. Calming down, she used her slayer skills again, and…oh my god, success, she felt him. She knew him. As she focused on him, his unique feel was coming in loud and clear. She knew the direction and approximate distance. Since her lack of height made it difficult to see above the crowd, now all she had to do was follow her senses. She had him pegged and wasn’t going to let go.

Spike was walking near the statue of Aros, scanning the square for vampires. He had just come out of a drunken stupor since leaving Buffy, and he’d had good reason for the monumental binge. His feelings for the Slayer were just…well, wrong. To make it worse, the same was true for her. How can a white-hat slayer care for a murderer of hundreds? It was just wrong.

He had already dusted a few vamps just for kicks. But then…a tingle ran up his spine and settled in his heart. The Slayer. He thought he sensed the slayer. No bloody way. Why would she come back here? Shouldn’t she be out looking for the villains trying to kill her? He stretched his senses in the direction he intuitively thought she was. He knew her distinct feel, a warmth as if it were only for him. He took the chance, and quickly shifted into his demonic façade to sense her more thoroughly. Yes, it was her. Spike stopped but didn’t turn around. Good, at least he knew she was still alive. Those bleeding literary villains hadn’t killed her.

Spike could feel her coming up behind him. The tingles that she sent up his spine now felt like sparks that only she could cause. Sparks that felt oh so right. He had to know how she felt, but to tell the truth, he was hard pressed to face her. Mind made up, he decided that he wasn’t going to exist in limbo or with the fear that one night she would try to kill him or, even worse, that he would kill her. He was stunned by how much he cared if she lived or died. In fact, he chose to give her the opportunity to take him out without so much as a fight. He went against his survival instincts and exposed his back to make himself an easy on her. She wouldn’t even have to look into his face; he knew he wouldn’t want to. He purposely made himself an easy target. He stood there, vulnerable, laying his fate in the hands of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

She knew what he was doing. He knew she was there. Normally his movements were graceful and fluid, but now he was stiff like a robot just going through the motions. Spike was leaving it up to her. Stake him or not. She thought about it…for about half a second before making up her mind. In fact, she had already made her mind up the first night she went looking for him. At first during that first night, she had of course told herself that he was evil, and she was going to stake him. The second night she admitted the truth to herself. He had said the key words. “I haven’t fed and don’t want to.” And the words he had said after he had gone out on his own, free to kill at will but not doing so. “I could have…” That had done it. Could have but didn’t. She could have feelings for such a vampire. He must have some feelings for her to give up a vampire’s main activity during their unlife. Yet another example that he was a truly unusual vampire. She wanted him back. It was that simple.


TBC

A/N: Time to start up this story again. For those of you that haven't read the a/n in QPQ, Comcast screwed up my internet for two weeks. But I'm back on, and the stories are flowing again.

Of course, big thanks to Evilawyer for beta-ing this story.


Chapter 16 - Caring

Buffy was scared but jazzed, all mixed up together. She could see the top of his head but took a foolish moment to second guess herself. Was that really Spike or another blonde vampire? No, that was just Insecure Buffy thinking. She knew his feel like no other, knew that singularly different tingle that raced through her nervous system when he was near. She watched a smoke trail rise above him, confirming her intuition. Relief made her eyes tear up. It was him. It was her Spike. Yes, he was her Spike, and she was just yards away from getting him back. And did he want her? She didn't care. She would make him.

Concentrating on his unmistakable hair and the feel of him, she noticed that he had stopped, probably, hopefully sensing her. Good. Dodging through the crowd, keeping him in her sights, she moved even faster. Strangely, she was ninety-nine percent sure that he could also sense her, but he was keeping his back to her. His stance looked tense. Well, she didn't blame him. He had said that he didn't want to fight her, and she guessed that he was bracing for an attack that he wasn't going to fend off. Even so, she wanted and needed to see his face, to gaze into his clear, blue eyes again. But first, she craved any sort of contact with him.

Instinctually, he felt her moving closer. How could he possibly miss her? Her feel always raced through his body like molten lava. His dilemma was that he wasn't sure why she was coming to him. She had undoubtedly been looking for him. She wanted him for some reason, but he didn't know why. He was trying to tamp down on his hope that she wanted to be with him again. She could just as well be bringing him a stake with his name on it. Would he turn when she finally got close enough to touch him? Would he defend himself? Would he let her stake him? He just wasn't sure of anything anymore. It was even more perplexing to think that she didn't want to fight either and wanted him back. What would he do? What he wouldn't give to make love to her again?. He wanted her so much that he hoped his weakened knees wouldn't give out and let him sink to the ground if she did want him. Being on his knees in the middle of Piccadilly Circus in front of his lady fair just wasn't the most manly vision.

Buffy pulled up short by a couple of feet. What if he didn't want her? What if he had changed his mind and wanted to fight? Enough with the second guessing already. Buffy took one hesitant step backwards before catching herself. If she wanted him, she had to reach out and grab him. Literally. Stepping forward again, Buffy started to slip her arms around his waist and hold tight. But no. If she could go to him and ask him face to face to have a fling, she could face him now. Allowing her to approach him from behind showed trust, and he deserved better from her than to continuing sneaking up from behind. She stepped around to stand a yard in front of him.

He was floored. The slayer had actually come back for him. Bloody hell. But when he thought about it, he realized he wasn't surprised. He had learned enough about her over the last few days they had shared together to know that she wouldn't let him leave like he had if she had wanted him. He just never imagined that she would want him.

Looking deeply into his clear blue eyes, Buffy saw raw emotions. Need, want, and vulnerability to name a few. She loved the first two, but didn't like the last at all. Someone like him, strong, intense, shouldn't feel vulnerable, and she regretted that she was the one causing it. Well, she could help that. Reaching up, she ran one hand slowly, tenderly up his neck to finally cup his cheek. Ah, the vulnerability was receding. She brushed her thumb across his sharp cheek bone. "I..." Buffy found herself choking back her tears. "I knew you would come back here."

Spike rubbed his hand over hers. "Yeah." He paused to let the topsy turvy moment soak in. "I left a piece of myself here."

"I brought it back." A smile finally lit her face and was conveyed in her voice.

Spike was still in shock, still trying to let what she was doing soak in. No fighting, no staking, no hard feeling at all towards him. "Yeah, luv, you certainly did. But no, kitten, you keep it. That piece of my heart belongs to you now." Spike now knew and admitted to both himself and to her that she possessed a part of him, a piece of his heart. A radiating warmth that started at the part of his heart which Buffy now held spread throughout his body. He brought her hand down with her palm up and open. Starting with the heel of his hand, he rubbed his hand against hers and then closed it. Yes, a piece of him belonged to her.

A tear trickled out of her eye before Buffy whispered the next confession. "I care about you."

Again the gods blessed him. His hands traveled, settling on each side of her face. "Enough to trust me? You know what I am."

Her smile blossomed into a beautiful rose. "Trust? More than enough, fang face."

Rubbing his thumb across her lips, Spike prepared to take the final leap along with her. The Slayer and the Slayer of Slayers were now linked, not as natural enemies but as lovers with shared feelings "I care about you, too, pet."

"You do?" This smile was major wattage. She had thought so, but it was good to hear.

He brushed his thumb across her face again. "How can I help caring about you?" Leaning in, his lips melded to hers. Mouths opened and tongues danced. Her arms wrapped around him and held on tight. This kiss wasn't about sex. It was about togetherness.

When they broke apart, Spike was surprised by a cloud that passed over Buffy's expression. "I was so scared that I wouldn't find you."

Drawn to her lips again, he placed a chaste kiss there, chaste but long and heartfelt. "You can't imagine how bad I wanted to be found. I dreamed of this since leaving you. This is a dream come true."

"Well, you were found and are going to stay that way, bleach head." Buffy didn't realize how proprietary she sounded, but Spike did. Her wanting him that way made him feel...intimately involved in her life, a pretty sweet feeling. But he also felt cold brought on by fear of losing her now. "You were lucky that you weren't attacked again by some story book blighter."

"I guess they didn't like this crowded square. Besides, you weren't there to help me." She squeezed him a little tighter. Before, she hadn't realized how much she wanted him with her in a fight. Use to be that she didn't think she needed help. She appreciated it when the Scoobies pitched in, but sometimes help just got in the way. But that category didn't include Spike. He was different. He watched her back, fought as well as she did and even helped her improve her fighting skills by making her try harder to stay up with him. He was different in so many different ways.

Letting go of her face, he rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear. "I've got your back now."

That was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Keep it that way, mister."

Pulling back, he captured her lips again, first licking her lips until she opened them and allowed his tongue to slide in. With that reception, he immediately gathered her up closer in his arms as the kiss deepened. They tasted each other's tongues greedily while they reassured themselves that they were once again in each other's arms.

*****

After steaming up the subway to the point that they embarrassed the passengers around them, they never made it past the public area of their suite. Both were desperate for the other but, on the other hand, both had a need to take their time, enjoying being together again, savoring every moment like a stupendous feast.

First off, by way of Spike's thinking, Buffy had on way too many clothes. "Let's start with the top and work my way down." Under his experienced hands, her shirt and bra floated to the ground. Then those same hands cupped her breasts, squeezing just enough to make her breath catch. A light tweak of her nipples snapped her eyes open so he could see into her eyes. Spike knew that she was looking back at him, a soulless vampire, not the poof of a grandsire or the pansy soldier boy. She wanted to be with Spike.

And Spike was right. Buffy's thoughts were far from anyone but him. Those hands on her body were all Spike, the vampire who was the only one, human or demon, that could make her feel this way. Just his hands taking off her clothes started her on her way to climax. Then one of his hands was replaced by his mouth, sucking her nipple into his mouth and lightly biting down brought her out of her daze.

Spike straightened back up. Hazel eyes looked deeply into blue, and her gaze told him all he needed to know. She was with him, her enemy, keeping eye contact until she had to tilt her head to kiss him. Spike kissed Buffy deeply, his tongue naturally mating with her own, enjoying the taste of each other.

Spike's kiss was all consuming, and Buffy wanted to be consumed. In her opinion, he had been away far too long. She craved the feel of his skin. Breaking their kiss only long enough for her to push his coat off his shoulders and pull his shirt over his head, she took a deep breath. Ah, even the smell of leather, his scent brought waves of lust rolling through her body. Then she returned his tweaks by nipping on his neck with her teeth. At his sharp intake of breath, she laughed. Silly vampire, not actually like he needed to breathe. As his hand weaved into her hair, Buffy grasped one nipple in her mouth then licked and sucked on his other. All the while, she was deftly unbuckling his belt and relinquishing his nipple to use both hands to pull his pants down to just above his knees. As she sank down towards his privates, his hand in her hair stopped her. She shrugged her shoulders in confusion. "Huh?"

Burning lust could easily be seen in his eyes, but he also showed some restraint. "Buffy, luv, you don't have to do that. I want to kiss you until you go crazy."

With a smile, she shook his hands off, and greedily licked her lips. "Nooo," she grasped his shaft in one small, hot hand and pumped once, "I want to," she said with a predatory smile. Then she lowered her lips, sliding down the side of his cock.

Groaning, Spike flexed and clenched his hands in her hair and let her perform her magic. Buffy worked the swollen head over, licking around, sucking, and sticking her tongue in his slit. She gloried in the groans she elicited from her vampire. Then she took him into her mouth and stroked him all the way up and down his shaft.

While he wanted to stay in heaven, the only problem for Spike was that she was going to make him come way too soon. "Oh, God, Buffy, give...uh...a bloke a break." Pulling her up by her arms, Spike raised her to her feet. He could see the question in her eyes. "I just didn't want to end the party so soon, pet."

Once she was up, Spike peeled off her pants, picked her up and gently set her on the sofa. Gazing down upon her beauty again reminded him how lucky he was to share a bed with her. Thank the Powers That Be that she had come back for him in Piccadilly Circus.

Buffy watched as Spike took his pants off. When he stood over the sofa, she felt her juices flow just looking at his generous erection. She sat up and put her hands on his shoulders. Then she slowly ran her hands down his chest, feeling his muscles on his well defined six pack. But as she reached his pubic hair, she tilted her head up, seeking a kiss.

As he lay down upon her, Buffy grasped his erection and guided him to her wet opening. She rubbed the head all over her lips and swollen clitoris. Then she got back to business. She placed his cock again at her opening, and not waiting for him, lifted her hips to lodge his head into her hot channel.

Spike groaned. What this little women did to him. He had wanted to thrust deep inside of her, but he enjoyed feeling her guide his head over her errogenous zones. Her taking charge made him even hornier. But when she let go and seated him inside of her, the dam broke. He thrust into her deep and hard, stopping for a moment to feel her heat seeping into his shaft.

He might be able to go slow, but Buffy couldn't wait. She started bucking, helping glide him in and out of her. In a moment, Spike was matching her speed and strength thrust for thrust. And the climaxes were quick to come. As if in silent agreement, Buffy and Spike opened their eyes and gazed at each other, before Buffy tilted her head to the side. Then Spike lowered his head and his fangs sank into her flesh. Fireworks went off. Spike was the first to come, but Buffy was close behind with the feel of his fangs, the rhythm of his suck, the swelling of his cock as he came and the pulsing as he shot his come into her womb speeding her to her own orgasm. Spike continued to pump, milking the experience for all it was worth. In kind, Buffy continued to thrust as her orgasm raged.

After the storm, Spike shifted them so that they were on their sides on the sofa with Buffy draped partially over him. Both were quiet, enjoying the moment. Spike wasn't sure what to say. Their coupling had been so intense, and he was still in awe that she had searched him out. They has exchanged...well, feelings. 'I care about you,' she'd told him. He hadn't known just how much he wanted to hear such a declaration from Buffy until he actually heard it. And he had told her that he cared, too, but he suspected that his feelings ran deeper than caring.

Buffy's voice cut into his reflections. She sounded content and sleepy. He smiled, thinking how he was the reason for her condition. "Spike?"

He shifted so that he could see her face. "Yes, luv."

"Except the bitey-ness, of course, our sex tonight wasn't dark, was it?"

Spike thought for long moments. Dark? She had talked about it from the beginning, but were they still on the dark side? No, not now. "No, luv, I think you are right. We've left the darkness behind and now we're..." Spike just couldn't put it in words without revealing how deep his feelings ran.

Buffy did slightly better. "Now we're in a relationship of caring."

Maybe he would expose himself too much, but he had to say, "And the biting isn't dark, just another way of...achieving union."

After thinking for a moment, she agreed that he was right. "Yes."

After both were quiet for a few moments, thoughts weighing heavy, Spike could tell that Buffy fell asleep. He soon followed with dreams starring the perky blonde in his arms.


*****

A couple of hours later, Buffy slowly woke. Pleased to find Spike's arms tight around her, Buffy cuddled up closer. Then the thought struck her. Did he want to sleep with her? She had wondered this before when she had fantasized about waking up together, but they had never done it. Even when he left her, he had said he wanted to wake up next to her. At first she thought this would be a good time to see if he would be receptive, but then she started talking herself out of it. What if he liked to sleep alone? He cared but what if he didn't want to see her face first thing in the morning? What if he didn't want to be so vulnerable to a slayer? What if...? What if...? Scaring herself away without knowing any of the facts, Buffy slipped out of his arms, picked up her clothes and quietly made her way to her bedroom. The empty bed wasn't near as enticing as the sofa in the other room cradling a sexy vampire.

He knew the second that she was awake. Not only was he attuned to her emotionally, but also physically. He had heard her pulse increase and felt all the little movements one makes when leaving slumber behind. Needless to say, he was very interested to see what she would do, and he couldn't have asked for anything better when she cuddled up to him. But then he felt her stiffen and withdraw. What had happened? She had seemed content, but then something changed. Then as he listened to her pad away and close the door behind her, Spike's heart began to break. Was this going to be how things would be when they got back to the Scoobies? He started to head to his own room but then stopped and walked to her door. She was rejecting him...no, he didn't know that. For that matter, he didn't know what in the world was on her mind, but he was going to find out.

Buffy sat up when the door to her bedroom opened. There he was, hair tousled, black jeans barely zipped up. If she had to guess, she would have first said he was mad about something. Looking closer, she saw his expression was questioning and vulnerable again.

Spike didn't know what to say. He tried simple honesty. "I missed you."

Buffy wondered if she was getting the sheets wet as she melted at his words. She had felt the same, but just hadn't been sure how he felt. "I didn't think you would want me to stay."

He took a step into the room. "You thought wrong. I missed out on the last couple of nights and don't want to miss another."

Buffy blew out a big sigh of relief. "Ditto." Quickly, she pulled back the blankets. "Do I have to give you an invite to come in?" She smiled at her vampire joke.

Quirking an eyebrow, Spike took a couple of more steps into the room. His reply was low and sexy. "If you want me to come in."

"Come in," she looked intensely into his eyes, trying to convey her sincerity, "and stay awhile."

He made it to the bed in a few more steps. As he grasped his jeans to take them off before getting between the sheets with her, he paused. He had to ask. "The rest of the night and the day?"

She could understand his insecurity, and she hoped to reassure him. Just his asking that question told her that his feelings were running along the same lines as her own. "It had better be. Night and day and night and day..." She knew that thought smacked of commitment, but she discovered that she didn't care. She did want him with her.

Spike had his pants off and joined her in nothing flat. Both were silent when they pulled back from a simple kiss. Their eyes and movements told all that needed to be told. He turned her and spooned against her back. He smiled as she practically purred. Taking a moment, he lay silently and enjoyed the little things that came with lying so close to her. The sound of her heart beat, the movement of her chest as she breathed, the smell of her hair, the feel of her hand covering his, and the best, the smell of his scent and their sex all over her. He realized that his smell on her was important. He needed her. Just that simple. His last thought as he fell asleep was that one of the Powers That Be must favor him to bless him with this opportunity. 'But don't quote me on that,' he thought with a smile, and he was off to dreams of a blonde slayer.

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