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name:      Tami Brandt
Email:     tabrandt@hotmail.com
rating:    NC-17
summary:   Seeking Solace
Summary:   This is a stand alone scene based on the Season 5, Episode 7 FOOL FOR LOVE 'Weak Moment' porch scene after Buffy finds out her mother is going into the hospital for tests. This is the scene where Spike had come to kill her but ended up consoling her.
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SUMMARY:  This is a stand alone scene based on the Season 5, Episode 7 'Weak Moment' porch scene after Buffy finds out her mother is going into the hospital for tests. This is the scene where Spike had come to kill her but ended up consoling her.

DISCLAIMER:  Joss Whedon owns the characters.  I just work my fantasies around them.

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Spike sat beside Buffy for what seemed like forever. Then, out of the blue, he was knocked backwards into the porch railing when Buffy all of a sudden threw herself at him and kissed him. It took him a moment to realize what was going on before he could act.

Spike touched her cheek, lightly caressing her soft skin, moving his fingers up to thread into her hair and deepen the kiss. He felt her fingers move along the nape of his neck and delve into his own hair, feeling her tug on it sending tiny shocks through his body.

Spike drew back and looked into Buffy's eyes seeing the sorrow there. He gave her a questioningly look and she nodded her accent. He moved before she could change her mind. He dragged her up on her feet and kept a brisk pace back to his crypt. Buffy had to run to keep up with a determined Spike.

Spike opened the door to his crypt, tugged her inside and slammed it shut again. He pressed her back up against the door, pinning her there with his pelvis. Spike kissed her hard. Running his tongue over her lips, before slipping his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, caressing the soft flesh of her mouth with his tongue.

Spike nearly tore Buffy's coat trying to peel it off her shoulders and away from her body. Once that dratted coat was removed, he gripping her waist and hauled her up against his hard, cool body. Like cool marble against hot satin, their bodies melted into each other.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, her thighs around his waist. Spike pushed away from the door and carried her to his sarcophagus. Pressing her down on the cold lid, he sucked on her tongue while working her clothes free from her body as she was ridding him of his own. First her shirt went flying across the room. Followed by his jacket. Her bra. His shirt. Her pants. His jeans. Her panties ripped to shreds.

Spike kissed a trail down her chin and throat. Sucking gently over the pulse in her throat, just as he thrust two long fingers inside her body. He groaned as she arched her body against him, feeling her hot vaginal walls clamp around his cool fingers, sucking them deeper into her core.

Buffy gripped his head, dug her nails into his shoulders, tightened her thighs around him trying any way she could to feel him inside her. Absorb his strength into her. But Spike pulled away, groaning when he heard her whimper a protest.

Spike licked over her chest, around each nipple. Paying close attention to each one. Flicking his tongue around and over the nipple until it ached for more. He licked a path over each rib. Kiss-licking over her stomach, feeling the stomach muscles tremor at his touch. Her body seemed to arch under his touch no matter where it went.

Buffy's eyes got huge when she felt Spike's tongue flick over her inner thigh. He spread her vaginal lips open gently, like a carefully unwrapped package. Her body shuddered when Spike ran his tongue over the length of her pussy. Long, languid licks from her core to her clit and back. Then, he started at the tip of her clit drawing the alphabet with his tongue, sucking gently on her clit in between letters. His skin tingling with a consuming fire at her moans of encouragement.

By the time Spike got to 'G', Buffy had her grip in her hair trying to pull him away even as her body arched and ground against his mouth in need of his touch. 'M' brought cries of his name when his blunt teeth scraped along her clit. 'O' brought out a throaty growl. 'S' had her hissing for the torment to end. 'W' had her begging him to claim her already.

Spike sat up between her thighs and looked down at Buffy. Her eyes, half-closed with passion, her golden body straining towards him to feel him against her. She reached between her thighs and gripped his cock stroking the length with her fingertips. Spike grit his teeth and groaned at the feel of her hands. She rubbed the head of his cock against her clit and the length of her pussy. That brought out a feral growl. His demon just underneath the surface wanted to claim her with his thought of driving himself inside her and burying himself to the hilt.

When Buffy guided his cock inside her body, raising her hips to take him deeper, he could no longer stand it. Spike gripped her hips in his strong hands, held her still and plunged deep inside her. She cried his name. He growled hers.

Buffy's body seemed to take delight in what she did to him. His demon side coming out in animalistic growls only turned her on more. She dug her nails into his arms. He covered her body with his own, digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips. He sucked and licked her throat as his hips drove deep inside her. Hard, slow thrusts at first, drawing her sex drive out to consume them both.

Buffy never felt anything like it before. This need. The need to absorb him, to feel his touch all over her. Wanting him to claim her as no one ever had. To love her. Even as she was afraid to give love.

Buffy dug her nails into his back, pulling Spike against her. Wrapping her thighs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her body quivering and shuddering when she heard him growl in her ear.

"God, Buffy. Your body is like liquid fire." Spike said through gritted teeth.

"Spike, I need you. Want you. Never stop. Never leave me." Buffy studdered through a haze of passion.

"You have me. Will always have me, Buffy." Spike growled as his thrusts got harder, deeper, demanding. Taking. Claiming.

Spike laced his fingers in her hair, kissing her, claiming her mouth. Sucking her tongue passionately as his hips started slamming deep inside her core. Buffy drug her nails down the side of his ribs to dig into his hips, pulling him against her, trying to get his thrusts deep inside her.

Spike fluttered kisses over Buffy's cheek, licking down her throat to the pulse that beats strongest there. She arched her neck with the tug of his hand in her hair, exposing her throat. He skimmed his blunt teeth over the tender flesh of her neck. He vamped just as they both were cresting their orgasm. Spike's claiming thrusts, grinding their hips together in a rolling of his hips, making her arch her body, aching for more. Then, Spike felt her muscles clamp down on his cock and milk him for all she was worth. The feeling causing him to sink his teeth into the tender flesh of her throat. Drinking her essence as he poured his dead seed deep inside her body. Growling into her throat as felt his orgasm.

They settled down exhausted. His body over hers, inside her. Her nails skimming over his back from shoulders to waist and back. Spike withdrew his fangs gently, licking the wound to stamp his claim on her. He kissed her all over, trying to show her his love for her, knowing her reaction if he ever voiced his love. He dreaded the cold light of reality in the morning.