All she needed was to be held in his arms, his lips on hers, his mouth against her ear whispering tender endearments. They hadn’t had much time alone lately especially with Spike out to get her killed and in the process of trying to cure Drusilla. Buffy scowled, kicking a pile of leaves as she thought of all the interruptions they had had in the past few weeks.
 
“Damn Spike!” she muttered as the mansion came into her view. Buffy pushed the thoughts of Spike in the back of her mind as she lifted her hand to push aside the curtain that was used as his door. She stopped, hesitated as she heard voices inside. Soft voices murmuring words of passion.
 
Buffy’s heart started to pound as she recognized the voices. She pulled the curtain aside slightly as to not let any of the sunlight in. She peered through the small slit and gasped behind her other hand at what she saw. A couple writhing on the floor. A naked woman with Angel, underneath his strong body, fucking him senseless.
 
Buffy couldn’t tear her eyes away from them. She wanted to know who the woman was and she couldn’t see who the woman was. Even in the faint light of the room she couldn’t see the tiniest detail, what color hair the woman had.
 
“Please don’t let it be Drusilla…please please please,” Buffy silently begged.
 
It seemed her begging worked because at that moment a shaft of sunlight streaked above the bodies on the ground. The woman flipped the man on his back and rose above him flipping her long red hair back.
 
Thank God! Buffy thought breathing out a sigh of relief.
 
Wait a minute! Red hair?
 
Buffy looked back in time to see Willow’s face contort in passion as her orgasm rolled through her in sync with Angel as he bit her neck.
 
“What the fuck?” she screeched drawing attention from the couple.
 
“Buffy!” Angel yelled in surprise as he looked at her from underneath Willow, her naked breasts dancing in his face.
 
“Oh Goddess…Buffy!” Willow yelped as she attempted to scramble off of Angel but his hands were on her hips and they held her against him.
 
Buffy didn’t care. She wasn’t going to stand around and watch anymore. With a final look at them her face fell as she spun on her heel and ran from them, from Angel, from Willow. She didn’t know where she was going; she just knew she had to get away from them.
 
She ran and ran, her vision becoming blurred as salty tears stung her eyes.  She finally slowed down when she reached the edge of Sunnydale. The sign was laying on the ground, still broken from when Spike had run over it. Great gulping sobs racked her body as she slumped down in the grass. She hugged her knees to her chest as she tried to catch her breath, not from running but from the ferocity of her sobs. So focused on her sadness she didn’t notice the sky fading from orange to blue, bright yellow stars twinkling in the murky black, a large red-orange moon hanging low on the horizon.
 
“How could he? How could she?” she wailed.
 
“How could who what love?”
 
Buffy stopped crying and looked up, seeing Spike leaning against a tree, his head cocked at an angle, his outrageous blue eyes regarding her coldly.
 
“Great. Like this night could get any worse.” Buffy rolled her eyes and glanced at Spike again.
 
“Oh I imagine it could. Depends on what you run into,” he sneered although his heart contracted tightly at the tears still streaming down her face.
 
“Go away Spike.”
 
“Nah…I’m quite interested in what has the Slayer in such a state.”
 
“It’s not your business jerk off.”
 
“You’re right it’s not but enlighten me. What has you so upset? I could guess. I’m bloody good at that game.”
 
Buffy glared at him, which he chuckled at.
 
“I’d have to guess it has something to do with the ‘Great Poof’.”
 
Buffy gasped and Spike raised his scarred eyebrow at her.
 
“Ahh…so it seems ole Spike is right.”
 
“Shut up Spike,” Buffy snarled at him.
 
“Or wot? You’ll cry on me til I die? Your tears have some vamp killing secret strength in them?”
 
“Aren’t you funny. I mean it Spike. I’m in no mood,” Buffy threatened climbing to her feet and dusting grass and leaves off of her clothes.
 
Spike chuckled again and reached into his pocket for his smokes.
 
Buffy’s eyes were pulled to his body as she watched him shake a cigarette from the pack. He brought it to his full lips and searched for his lighter. A rush of passion flooded her senses as she watched his lips close around the small white stick. She licked her lips unconsciously as she watched him.
 
To hell with Angel and Willow, she thought as she approached him.
 
“Hey!” Spike exclaimed as she pulled his cigarette from his mouth.
 
“What’s your problem? You the smoking slayer now too? Banning humans and demons alike from the evil wiles of nicotine?”
 
Spike stared incredulous at her as her body touched his.
 
“What are you doing slayer?”
 
“What I want…” She said as her lips captured his.
 
Spike’s first instinct was to push her away but the way her lips moved against his, tempting him into a forbidden dance, warming his mouth made him reconsider. He had no idea what was wrong with the slayer and as she began to rub her body against his all-rational thought left his mind. Drusilla, Buffy being the slayer, even Angel was gone. All he could think about was sinking himself into her hot little body.
 
Buffy groaned against his mouth as his arms slid around her, one on her ass cupping the supple globe as he pulled her roughly against him. His tongue ran across the seal of her lips, begging to be let in. Buffy opened her mouth and sighed as he began lick at her lips. She wound her hands in the soft hair at his nape and tugged his mouth closer, harder against hers. He growled and broke their kiss, his mouth trailing down her throat, nipping and biting as he moved down to her collarbone.
 
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered against her flushed skin as his fingers worked on getting her shirt over her head. He finally had enough of trying and scratched at it, tearing it and ripping it off of her body. He smiled when he saw she was naked underneath, no bra in sight. Buffy’s eyes fell shut as his tongue moved across her neck ending at the hollow of her neck. His hands slid up and cupped her perky breasts, kneading the flesh and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
 
All coherent thought, the slayer senses…must fight vampire, fled from her mind as his cool mouth moved over a rosy nipple. Angel and Willow were forgotten as Spike gave open mouthed kisses to her pink tip, making it ache and harden.
 
Buffy threaded her fingers through his tightly gelled locks and clutched him to her as his tongue swirled around and around her throbbing peaks.
 
“You want Spike to make it better?” he asked her from the shelter of her breasts.
 
“Yes…please Spike…make it better,” she mumbled.
 
“Open your eyes Buffy,” he commanded.
 
Buffy did as she was told and was surprised as he let go of her. She was about to grab him again, afraid he was having second thoughts when he shrugged out of his black leather duster and laid it on the grass. A small smile reached her mouth as he turned back to her and grabbed her, pulling her flush against his long length and kissing the very breath out of her.
 
They fell to their knees on the soft leather; Buffy gripped the hem of his cotton shirt and pulled it over his head. As soon as the offending material was off her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She wanted to explore every inch of his chiseled chest and stomach. He was gorgeous…perfect.
 
Gently he pushed her down so she was laying on her back and he above her. Her hot little hands grasped at his the waistband of his jeans and jerked the button fly apart. She gasped when the hard, smooth shaft of his cock sprung free.
 
He smirked at her as her eyes widened. The sheer size of his manhood aroused her, awakening feelings inside her that she never knew she had. A flood of moisture invaded her nether regions as she tugged him down on top of her. He laid on his side, one leg over her as his hand moved down her body, resting on her mound through the layers of her jean skirt and panties.
 
His fingers remained on top of her clothing, questioning how far she was willing to go. Buffy responded by kissing him deeper, thrusting her hot tongue in his mouth and lifting her hips against his hand.
 
Right then, Spike thought as he moved and kneeled above her, lifting her skirt as his hand moved up her thighs. Buffy moaned against his mouth and spread her legs invitingly to him. Spike needed no other urgings as he moved her soaked black thong to the side and slid a finger up her dripping cleft.
 
“Ohhhh…” Buffy murmured as he tortured her overheated sex with his single finger.
 
Spike continued kissing her possessively as he pushed his long finger inside her silken folds. His cock hardened as he realized how very tight she was. Her walls clinging to his invading finger as it probed deeper inside her. Spike was about to add another finger to the fold when he felt a little band of resistance keeping his finger at bay. Confused he broke the kiss and looked down at her.
 
“Love?”
 
“Hmmm?”
 
“You’re a virgin?” he asked as Buffy’s eyes flew open.
 
“Um…yeah,” Buffy replied blushing.
 
Spike was flattered, touched and his cold heart warmed with the knowledge that she was allowing him the privilege of being her first.
 
“Is that a problem?” she asked hesitantly.
 
“No…not at all,” he whispered against her mouth before giving her a small kiss.
 
Buffy sighed with relief as he kissed down her neck and between the valley of her breasts to where the jean skirt was bundled around her waist. Lower still Spike went, his hands moving up her thighs and tugging down the black silk of her thong and throwing it on the ground next to them. Before Buffy could protest Spike was kissing up her thigh, lazy swirling kisses that made her skin break out in goose bumps.
 
Her legs parted wider as he moved his head up her skin to the small triangle of closely cropped curls. He opened his eyes and feasted his eyes on her sex, the silken curls glistening with her excitement. Buffy shut her eyes tightly, her body full of trepidation as Spike’s mouth was lowered onto her quivering mound. He breathed in her scent, his cock hardening painfully so.
 
“OHH!” Buffy yelped as Spike’s long tongue struck her sensitive clit.
 
Her body jumped and her hips rose to his face, tempting him, wanting more of the sweet pleasure he was giving her.  Spike needed no encouragement as he drove his tongue into her. Buffy’s hips began to ride his face as he pumped his tongue in and out of her, sliding up to tease her clit before plunging back into her entrance, licking up the essence that flowed free.
 
Buffy’s head moved from side to side as Spike reeked havoc on her sex. She felt the wave build, increasing in intensity as Spike worked her over. She started to panic as the pressure grew and grew, just about to beg Spike to end it when he swirled his tongue over her hardened clit and sucked it deep into his mouth.
 
With a cry Buffy came, humping Spike’s face wildly as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt crashed over her. Spike was in heaven, his tongue and mouth feasting on the essence she released for him until her body stilled and relaxed.
 
Shyly he lifted his head and peered at her.
 
“You ok?” he asked.
 
“Hmmm…yes,” she sighed raising her hands and pulling him to her.
 
She pressed her lips to his and tasted herself on him. She pulled back and looked into his dark blue eyes before sticking her tongue out and licking her juices off of him. Spike’s eyes closed as her tongue moved around his mouth and sucked on his lips. His hands fisted in her hair, his hard cock nudging against her waiting entrance. Buffy felt the head of his cock enter her and she stopped, her eyes flying open. 
 
Spike sensed her panic and kissed her mouth, his hands on her face.
 
“Are you sure about this pet?”
 
She gazed at him, her eyes glazed over with lust as she nodded slowly.
 
“It’s gonna hurt in the beginning love. But it’s only for a short time,” he warned her.
 
“It’s ok Spike. I…I trust you,” she said truthfully and she meant it. For some odd reason she trusted him in this moment. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, purposely.
 
His hands cradled her face as the head of his cock slide out of her. His lips touched hers as he thrust inside, breaking her maidenhead in one swift move.
 
Buffy cried out in pain and Spike kissed her tenderly, murmuring words of encouragement. Buffy found that the pain started to lessen and she felt full, full of him. She nodded slightly and Spike started to move. He slid out slowly, letting her feel him and thrusting slowly back in. Her vagina was like liquid fire, heaven and burning him alive.
 
Buffy gasped as his thrusts sped up, her little hips moving to meet his. His cock stretched and filled her with agonizing pleasure. Her nails embedded themselves in his back as she the pleasure began to build again. Spike’s hips increased pace and he buried his head in her neck, kissing and biting at her soft flesh. Buffy’s pussy had begun to tighten around him, strangling his cock as she neared her second explosive orgasm of the night.
 
“Oh God…God…Spike,” she yelled out into the night as she plunged over the edge. Stars exploding behind her eyes as she held onto Spike for dear life.
 
He wasn’t going to last much longer and with his demon begging to come out he didn’t know if he could keep him at bay. His face shifted, his ridges forming and his fangs growing long. Buffy’s nails dug into his back and he knew he was bleeding but it was hot and it made him thrust faster inside her. His amber eyes zeroed on the pulsing vein beneath her skin and as he felt his orgasm rolling up the length of his cock he struck. Sinking his fangs in her neck, her slayer blood flowing down his throat.
 
“OHH!” she yelled again as another wave, a stronger wave crashed over her. She felt Spike explode, his cock shooting jet after jet of his seed inside her.
 
Gently he pulled his fangs from her flesh as his hips slowed down. His demon still forth he forced her to meet his amber eyes.
 
“Mine,” he growled at her.
 
Buffy ran her hand along his ridges, her green eyes not leaving his.
 
“Yours,” she returned.
 
Revenge be damned, she thought as she kissed him, fangs and all.
 
Spike settled down next to her and Buffy giggled not knowing that they were being watched. A pair of amber eyes glaring, seething with anger and a twinge of regret.