To RSK for all her hard work and support! Thank you!

Spike glanced over at the blonde woman who was strolling alongside him, twirling a stake in her slender fingers. It had taken them a while to get back to each other, but now they were finally together. The souled vampire couldn't believe his luck. She was the centre of his world. And, from what she said, he was hers. He finally believed Buffy, unlike her previous declaration of love on the collapsing Hellmouth. He had thought at the time that she had said it just because he was sacrificing himself, throwing himself on the proverbial sword. Now he realised how wrong he had been, she loved him. 'And not the soddin' Poof!'  Despite his soul, Spike could not resist sticking a metaphorical tongue out at his Grandsire. He secretly treasured the memory of Angel's angry face when Buffy had thrown herself into Spike's arms in the offices of Wolfram and Hart.

Had been the stuff of his wildest dreams.

Unbeknownst to either vampire, Fred had called Willow's house to ask for her help on a mystical matter, only to get Kennedy instead. While Fred had been leaving a message for Willow, a newly re-corporalised Spike had come into her lab. He was bored and wanted to be entertained. Fred had tried to end the conversation quickly. She watched as Spike cocked his head and listened to the voice at the end of the phone.

His face had lit up and a true smile replaced his customary smirk. The Texan cursed vampiric hearing as Spike yanked the phone from her hand.

Spike waved the spluttering girl off and fired off a series of questions to the stunned Kennedy. After recovering from the shock of discovering the peroxide vampire's resurrection, she refused to give the frustrated vampire any news about Buffy or Dawn and slammed the phone down.

She had been about to leave the room when she heard Willow's voice.

Flashback

"Spike's alive?" Willow squeaked. She was overwhelmed with shock and surprisingly happiness; despite their history she had missed Spike. He had been a constant presence in the Scoobies lives, unwelcome for most of the time. But Willow had an unspoken soft spot for the snarky vampire, mainly due to the gentleness he displayed towards Tara, Dawn and Buffy. She had also watched her best friend mourn the loss of the souled vampire for so long, that she had finally realised that Buffy had meant what she had said at the end. That she truly loved Spike. Willow had learned the hard way that if an opportunity was offered for love, then it had to be grabbed. The redheaded Wiccan knew that Buffy would be ecstatic. She had another chance with Spike. Never once in her ruminations did Willow feel envious for her friend; she missed Tara but knew that eventually they would be together again. It was Buffy's chance now though... She wouldn't let Kennedy spoil that through her jealousy. Kennedy's voice broke through her stunned thoughts.

"What? No..." Kennedy lied. She was not going to let Buffy get near a vampire again unless it was for staking. 'Freak of nature! She so doesn't deserve to be a slayer, let alone the head slayer and also on the Council board. I should have been invited to sit on the Council...' she thought resentfully.

Willow gasped in shock as she inadvertently heard everything Kennedy had been thinking. It was a new aspect to her powers that sometimes Willow wished she never had received. It had lead to awkward discoveries as well as painful ones such as this! Kennedy's jealousy and anger had made it easy for Willow to inadvertently pick up her angry and envious thoughts. It was an insight into the brunette's mind that the reformed Wiccan hadn't wanted.

"Freak of nature?" Willow repeated.

Kennedy's cheeks flushed red, not with embarrassment, but with anger at being caught.

"I asked you a question? You think Buffy is a freak? Because ..."

Before Willow could finish, Kennedy interrupted her. "She is sick! He's a vamp and he tried to rape her and still they slept together that last night. It's disgusting! She's supposed to stake them, not let them stake her," Kennedy added crudely as she tried to slip past her stunned lover.

Willow's pale fingers wrapped firmly around Kennedy's arm. Stopping her from flouncing out of the room. "Let go of me!"

"First of all, it's none of your business what happened between Buffy and Spike and, for the record, nothing happened that night. Secondly, he's back and you take it upon yourself to not tell Buffy or me?" Willow was staggered at Kennedy's duplicity.

Kennedy shrugged off Willow's hand. "Well, it's not like it matters now 'cos I know you'll go running to Buffy and blab!"

As she left the room, Willow's voice followed her out, "And you wonder why Giles didn't want you on the board of directors... Well, sweetie, what you just tried to do is why. He doesn't think you are capable of thinking of others!"

Willow collapsed to her knees and began to sob. She was curled up in the same spot, crying, when Buffy had come to get her for patrol. The blonde had eventually managed to calm her friend down and Willow stuttered out two words that would change all their lives.

"Spike's alive!"

Buffy had disappeared the next day, causing a flurry of anxiety both in London and LA. The next day the tiny Slayer had stalked into Angel's office and back into Spike's arms with barely a glance at her first love, who watched their reunion with a mixture of horror and jealously.

Spike recalled her first words. They were imprinted on his mind for all eternity. Buffy had gazed up at him with tear-filled hazel eyes.

"Spike I meant it! That day in the Hellmouth... I love you!"  She pressed her shaking hand to his mouth. "Shh... I've not finished. I love you, Spike, come home with me."

And he had. Without any hesitation. He had even managed to not smirk too much at the expression on his Grandsire's paler than normal face.

Present day:

Spike grinned again. He hardened slightly at the memory of her soft form crushed against his for the first time since the night he had held her in his arms in her basement in Sunnyhell. The night before he had burned up saving the world.

He thrust his hands into his duster pockets, glad that he was able to finally do so.

When he had been incorporeal during his tenure and Wolfram and Hart, the blond vampire had barely managed to keep a grasp on his sanity. It had only been the fumbling kindness of Fred that had kept him going. Suppressing his fears under a veneer of arrogance and vintage snarkyness, Spike had managed to keep going, through sheer tenacity. Until he was finally able to touch, smell and taste, thanks to the mysterious box he received in the post. Finally, he could touch. He suppressed a shudder at the memory of what he had first touched. 'Soddin' hell, mate, Harmony? What the buggery hell were you thinking?'

"Spike what you thinking about?" Buffy unconsciously echoed his thoughts with her innocent question. She smiled tentatively at the black-clad vampire. The Slayer was still unused to having him by her side and back in her life.

"What a nit I was when I finally got my body under control," Spike answered with a sheepish smile.

"You mean jumping Harm?" Buffy eyes twinkled mischievously with only a faint hint of anger. She grinned at the open-mouthed look that Spike gave her.

"What...How...When..." Spike asked.

Buffy laughed softly at Spike repeating something Xander had once said, years ago in Giles' flat. "Angel called me after we landed. He wanted me to know exactly what I was getting into with you."

Spike snarled. "Yeah, I bet he did! Soddin' Poof! Bet he couldn't resist sticking his oar in!" He twirled and began pacing, his duster flowing behind him, muttering under his breath about eunuchs, jealous that he couldn't have a go and how gelled wonders should keep their mouths shut.

Buffy stepped into his path and stopped him gently with her hands. "Hey!" She cupped Spike's chin in her hand and forced the embarrassed vampire to look her in the eye. "It's in the past. Well, the recent past." She pulled her drinking face and then grinned at Spike, wrinkling her nose cutely at him. "I sorta get why you did it...'Cos I'd be power freaked about not being able to touch anything."

"Wot's that got to do with me shagging that bint?" Spike was unable to resist asking.

"Spike, you're a sexual creature. I would guess that the first thing you'd do was check that everything was working." Buffy grinned slyly at the pole-axed vampire. Her face clouded slightly. "But if you ever touch that ditz again, I will cut it off!" She squeezed her hands on his shoulders. Buffy had tried to be grown up about the Harmony incident and she had managed, mostly... But the blonde woman needed to make a point to her lover about his idiocy immediately after his re-corporialisation She would probably have even more fun making the point than he would.

Spike's hands dropped to his crotch. "No need to Bobbit me, luv! I'll not be going near anyone again in my unlife 'cept for you, my heart!" He titled his chin down and gave her a sloe-eyed look, his tongue curling against his teeth. Buffy tried to stop herself from getting aroused and failed miserably. Spike sniffed the air and smirked at her. "I am sorry, pet, I really am. I'll let you do anything to me to fix this."

Buffy eyed him speculatively. "Anything?" Her voice was husky as images of her vampire chained to their bed flitted through her mind.

"Yeah, pet, anything..." Spike tongue slipped past his teeth and ran along his full lower lip. "I've been a bad, rude man," he whispered. Leaning forward, he pressed an apologetic kiss to her pouting mouth.  "I'm sorry," he muttered against her lips.

"I'll forgive you, eventually, but, Spike, Harmony?" Buffy grimaced slightly.

"I was insane... I know and I'm sorry, luv." Spike kissed her again, hoping that she would forgive him this one more time.

Buffy huffed slightly and snuggled her head under his chin. "You know, I had Willow check you for vamp cooties after Angel called and told me."

Spike chuckled. "Vamp cooties? That's a new one!" He pressed a kiss on the top of her head, inhaling Buffy's sweet scent and imprinting it on his senses. "I'm sorry that Peaches told you, he needn't have done that... I would've told you."

Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist. "I know, but I guess he wanted to protect me." She mentally rolled her eyes, wondering when Angel would realise she could look after herself. 'At least Spike knows when to help and when to back off...'

"Yeah, I bet he did!" Spike snarled as he held his girl closely to his chest. "Protect you right back into his arms," he growled jealously. Spike was still seething over his Grandsire's meddling. He grinned viciously at the memory of pounding Angel to a paste. 'Pity it was Mountain Dew though...' Shaking off his angry thoughts, he kissed Buffy on the temple. "I guess me beating the crap outta him might have put the Poof into a snit, huh? As well as you wantin' me to frost your cookies." Spike leered down at his Slayer.

"Eww... Gross, Spike!" Buffy thwapped him gently on the chest and rolled her eyes at him. "Come on, this patrol is a bust. Let's get home!" Spike looked over at his tiny soul mate and smiled. Willow had told him that Buffy had taken one look at London and had fallen in love with the city, she had finally found somewhere to call home. She was gradually acclimating to being a Londoner and was a happier woman for the change.

"Home," Spike echoed. One simple word that filled his heart with complete joy. "Yeah, let's get home."

The two warriors slipped between the old tombstones and mausoleums and headed for the Victorian wrought iron gate. The old cemetery in North London was their main hunting ground, unless Giles pointed them in a different area. It was filled with history and the unfortunate connection with the Dracula mythology made it a prime place for vampires to hunt and gather.

On this night, it was misty and the shadowy tombstones covered in ivy and statuary loomed out of the mist. It was a beautiful place, especially at night. During the day, it was a Mecca for tourists as they hunted out various well-known graves and went on the Dracula tours. It was all a source of constant amusement for Spike and Buffy.

Spike slipped the key that the warden had given Giles months ago, into the ornate lock and the gate opened with a screech. Buffy slipped through the gate and trailed her fingers over his hand.

"Come on, I think you said I could do anything I wanted to you..." She tossed a teasing look over her shoulder and jogged down the street.

Spike groaned and reached down to adjust himself in his tight jeans. He pulled the cemetery gate shut and locked it. Glancing back through into the famous cemetery, he rolled his eyes. 'You'd think Highgate Cemetery would offer up something a bit more interesting than a couple of Drac wannabes and a rabid squirrel... I mean, come on, that's the most action we've gotten tonight... so far!' Spike sprinted after his ladylove. "Honestly, how many idiot vamps need to recreate Drac's silly games..." His voice echoed down the street and he heard Buffy laugh at his grumbles in the distance.

Reaching the end of the road, he stood at the junction and scanned the Gothic gatehouse in front of him. Spike paused and shook his head. When Buffy had brought him here, Spike had laughed. 
 

One Month earlier

The trip could've been long and difficult if it hadn't been for Angel's resources through his new company, which had been grudgingly offered to the ecstatic couple. The Wolfram and Hart jet had made travelling a lot easier for the flammable vamp. Buffy had also nagged Fred for the formula of the windows so that Spike could move about freely in their home and also the new offices for the COW.

Surprisingly, Buffy had managed to pass her driver's test and she drove like a native Londoner, at a tremdous speed and with fast turns ducking in and out of the London traffic, which had frightened even Spike. All the way from Heathrow, he had gripped the door handle and prayed to whoever was watching over him.

"Christ, luv, watch out for the pushchair!" Spike yelled as Buffy swerved into the bus lane and waved cheerily at the cursing woman behind them.

"Weeny..." Buffy teased as she headed through Hyde Park.

"Bloody Hell, stop!" Spike yelled.

Buffy slammed on the brakes. "What? You are not driving. This is my car."

"No..." Spike pointed over at a massive statue to his left. "They tarted it up! It looks bloody amazing... Hang on, I want to have a gander at it." Spike un-clenched his fingers from the door handle and slipped out.

"Pretty, isn't it?" Buffy slipped an arm around his waist and the two of them stood there gazing at the Albert Memorial. Its gilded figure of Prince Albert shone brightly in the floodlights. "I see it on patrol when I come down here." Buffy laid her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. "I guess it's a bit weird coming back..."

"Yeah, but a good weird." Spike kissed her on the top of her head. Reaching down, he slapped her on the bum. "Come on, I wanna see my new digs."

As they pulled up outside Holly Court, Spike's eyes widened. "You live here?"

Buffy frowned over at the blond vampire. "No, we live here. Why?"

Spike shook his head. "I remember them building this place, it's amazing!"

"I know! Giles used some of the funds from the Council accounts and bought three of the houses. I've got one, Willow and Kennedy have one and the other is used for visitors. You know, for the Slayers or Xander..." Buffy trailed off.

"Where is the whelp?" Spike asked.

"He went to help Faith and Robin in Cleveland, but he comes over all the time." Buffy bit her lower lip.

Spike reached over and gently ran his finger over the much-abused lip. "None of that, pet. What's wrong?"

"You won't leave me again, will you? Even if Xander flips out when he comes over?" Buffy asked nervously.

"Never going to leave you again, my heart." Spike pulled his girl into his arms and held her tightly. "Even if the whelp throws a wobbler!"

"Promise?" Buffy mumbled into his neck.

"I promise, my love. Now come, let's get settled... We've got loads of stuff to catch up on! Like where's the Nibblet?"

"Come in, Spike." With those three words, Buffy invited the vampire into their home.

The interior of the Victorian Gothic house was decorated in lush colours and antiques were scattered all over. Spike followed Buffy into the sitting room. It was a massive room running the full length of the house, painted a deep crimson and filled with stunning period pieces. Buffy moved around the room, lighting candles and, eventually, the fire.

She leant against the massive hand-carved marble fireplace and smiled at Spike's entranced face. "You likes?"

Spike nodded. "Gorgeous, pet."

"I tried to keep to the original features and décor as much as possible but with a few modern touches." Buffy opened a large Armoire. Inside were a large flat screen TV, satellite hook ups, DVD and stereo. She grinned at Spike. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Spikey heaven! I've even taped Passions. Dawn and I watch it all the time..."

"Too right!" Spike interrupted Buffy's nervous babbling. "I'm in heaven..." Spike stalked over to Buffy and pulled her to him, his lips devouring hers. Pulling back to let Buffy breathe, he whispered in her ear, "I'd have been happy living in a cardboard box as long as you were curled around me..."

Present Day

"Spike, are you okay?" A gentle French voice echoed around the Gothic enclave.

Spike glanced up at the coach house and saw Emilie. He smiled and walked over to the window where their favourite neighbour was leaning out, her long black hair framing her pale face. She smiled, bright red lips opening to reveal small, white, even teeth.

"I'm fine, pet. You all right, gorgeous?" Spike smirked.

"Shhh... None of that! Your girl will kick my ass." Emilie smirked at the blond vampire.

Spike snorted. "Too right, she would! So where's your hubbie?"

Emilie sighed. "Alaska, he's visiting his Mom."

Spike nodded, he knew that the couple were close, but, more often than not, Mark was travelling either for work or to check on his widowed mother. "You give me a yell if there's anything that needs doing?"

Emilie nodded and smiled her thanks. "I think the other two may need some help." She pointed over at Willow's house.

"Fighting again?" Spike turned and tilted his head, trying to hear if Willow and Kennedy were okay. He lit a cigarette and puffed it as his eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Oui. That Kennedy has a sharp tongue." Emilie shrugged elegantly. "There is a lot of anger in that one."

"I know..." Spike took another deep drag on his ever-present cigarette; he tapped his ash carefully into the flowerbed. "Never much liked the bint, but Red does, so..."

"So as a good friend, you smile and make nice?" Emilie teased.

"Well, as nice as I can." Spike carefully stubbed out his cigarette and put it in his pocket. They both winced at the sound of a crashing door. Kennedy ran past in a fury and disappeared into the mist. "Well, best go check on Red..."

"Non, I will go. Buffy is waiting for you," Emilie offered.

Spike glanced up at their bedroom window and saw his ladylove watching him. "You sure?"

"Yes."  Emilie shut her window.

Spike stood, waiting for the French woman. Despite the heavy wards Willow had set up around the enclave, the Victorian gentleman in him wouldn't allow a woman to wander around the gardens alone a night.

Emilie appeared at his side, wrapped in a black shawl and carrying a bottle of wine. "Just in case..." She smiled at Spike. Taking his arm, they walked over to the house Kennedy had just flown out of in a rage. "Merci, mon ami. I would kiss you, but I think Buffy may have something to say about that!" With that, Emilie pushed open the door and headed in to find Willow.

Spike stood for a moment, checking that the Wiccan wasn't in tears. He tried to ignore the twinge of guilt, but his soul pinched at his conscience, reminding him that Willow's tears were because of Kennedy's aborted attempt to cover up his return. Spike's hand reached for the door. He was about to push it open when Emilie stuck her head around and rolled her eyes at him.

"I knew you were still here! Go home," she ordered with a smile. "It's not your fault, this is Kennedy's making. Willow doesn't blame you. Allez, go! I will stay here. Reguardez!" She pointed up at the turret window. "Buffy is waiting for you."

Spike nodded at Emilie, he leant over and brushed a kiss over her black hair. "You are a true gem, pet." With that, he sprinted home.

Pushing open the door, Spike could see a trail of clothes up the stairs. Where Buffy had stripped as she ran to their room in the turret at the top of the house. Sauntering up to the discarded clothes, the vampire reached over and grabbed a very damp pair of panties. Raising it to his nose Spike sniffed appreciatively. He began to take the stairs two at a time, eager to get to his golden haired goddess.

Spike ran past the massive oil paintings that lined the walls all the way up to their turret bedroom. He mentally groaned at the painting that Giles had given them as a housewarming present. Spike had almost growled at the expression of glee of the Watcher's face has he had uncovered the massive oil painting. Spike suspected that Giles's antipathy towards him had mutated into a 'let's see what I can find to torture Spike with this week'.

Their initial wariness for each other had gradually began to devolve into finding the most embarrassing artefacts from each other's lives. Spike grinned at the memory of Giles' face when he had photocopied and posted images of Giles in his Frankenfurter costumes for a Rocky Horror revival show from the 1970s to everyone in the COW. Spike had been unable to stop his snickering when he saw the Watcher turn bright crimson, as he had opened his post that day. It was a short-lived revenge for the painting and Spike knew that the Watcher's retaliation was pending.

Spike knew instinctively that Giles would find something even more embarrassing that the portrait that Buffy had fallen in love with on sight and insisted on hanging on the stairs to their room. However, the vampire was ready with an interesting collection of letters written by the Watcher's nanny referring to a rather embarrassing incident that involved a barbed wire fence and a pair of torn trousers.

Spike recalled trying to put his fist through the canvas, but Buffy's enraptured face had stilled his protests immediately. Spike had settled for glaring at Giles. The Vampire waved two fingers at the image of his former persona, William the Bloody Awful Poet; clad in tweed, sandy curls falling over the round glasses, which were perched on his nose as he read a book of poetry. He still remembered his mother's pleading voice as she had stood watching William squirm in embarrassment at having to pose for the artist. Eventually, he had given in and sat for the portrait. 'Must ask Red to chat up Giles and find out where he found it. More importantly, make sure that the git hasn't got his grubby mitts on any of my journals...' Spike was almost positive from the evil gleam in Giles' eyes that Buffy's mentor had something else planned for a Christmas present.

Spike had tried to burn the offending painting a couple of times, only to be stopped by Buff's quivering bottom lip. Eventually, he had given up and allowed Buffy to display the humiliating painting. It had been the subject of a lot of jibes from Xander whenever he visited London. Even Faith had gotten in on the joke on her last visit, after she had managed to stop laughing at the painting.

Reaching the massive oak door to their room, Spike reached for the handle, pushing the door open and frowned. 'Where is she?' He could hear Buffy's familiar heartbeat and smell her arousal, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Spike scanned the room. An enormous antique burnished steel four-post bed stood in the centre of the circular room, at its foot sat a large carved chest. The vaulted ceiling rose high above his head. The walls were panelled in a walnut, all of which were hand-carved with traditional gothic symbols and tapered into arches. A rich Persian rug covered most of the floor; only at the edges were the glimpses of the stripped floorboards.

An Arts and Crafts mural covered the vaulted ceiling, its rich colours illuminated by the candles, which were flickering in the many candlesticks and sconces on the walls. A fire was slowly warming the room. In front of the fireplace were two wing-backed armchairs and a coffee table. Books and magazines were scattered over it, and two long stemmed champagne flutes and an ice bucket with a bottle of Moet chilling in ice sat along with them.

Spike smirked when he spotted a manicured foot encased in the finest black nylon draped over the arm of one of the chairs. "There you are, my darling girl."

"What took you so long?" Buffy asked.

"Emilie."

"Ahh, your other woman!" Buffy giggled. She knew there was nothing between the two of them and was secretly thrilled that Spike had made friends with the exotic French woman. Buffy and Willow had been instantly charmed by their new neighbour and once Spike had met her, he too had fallen under Emilie's spell.

Spike stepped into the warm room.

"Spike, did you really mean I could do anything?" Buffy asked. She still remained seated and all he could see was her small foot waving in circles in the air.

"Yeah..." he drawled as he sauntered across the room. "Anything, pet. I'm your willing slave."

"Good. Then stop right there and strip," Buffy ordered.

"Do what?" Spike was startled by her sudden change of tone.

"You heard me, Vampy, strip!" Buffy tried not to giggle but it slipped out. "Spikkke, I'm trying to be bossy here!"

"No need to try, pet." Spike grinned as he stripped. "You're a bossy chit, it comes natural to you!"

"Hey!" Buffy turned and knelt in the chair, peering over the high top. "I'm not always bossy, am I?" she asked meekly, fluttering her eyelashes at her entranced vampire.

"No, luv, was just teasing you." Spike toyed with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his bleached head.

Buffy licked her lips at the sight of her lover's muscled chest. "More, please!"

Spike quickly kicked off his boots and stripped his jeans off.

"Very nice!" Buffy eyed Spike's nude form, his cock hardening under her appreciative gaze. Buffy slipped on her shoes and stood, she stalked over to Spike.

"Bloody hell, woman!" Spike's eyes trailed over her tiny form.

"You like?"

"Too right, I like!" Spike exclaimed.

Buffy was dressed in a black velvet corset, which was cinched tight, making her waist even tinier. It cupped her breasts and pushed them up. With every step she took, they moved enticingly. Spike's eyes travelled down her torso and he gulped. Buffy wore a black silk thong and a pair of sheer black stockings. When she had stood, Buffy had slipped on a pair of impossibly high pair of black stilettos.

Buffy ran her fingers over the top of her breasts as she walked. Spike reached for her.

Slapping his hands away, Buffy smirked at him. "No touching until I say so." She ran her fingers down and skimmed the lacy-topped stocking. "So I guess the big bill from Anne Summers was worth it?"

Spike nodded, his eyes never leaving Buffy's face. "Thank you, luv," he whispered. Tentatively he reached for her. "Can I touch you?"

Buffy smirked at him. "Nope!" She twirled out of his reach.

Spike's eyes widened at the sight of her pert backside. "Buffy," he begged.

"Nope! Get on the bed, please."

Spike practically leapt onto the soft covers. He tucked his arms behind his head and stretched sinuously, rubbing his feet in the burgundy velvet throw at the foot of the bed. His now throbbing erection jerked at the sensation of the velvet. Before he could say anything, Buffy opened their play chest and disappeared from view.

He cocked his head, trying to work out what she was pulling out of the chest.

"Spike, close your eyes." Buffy's voice interrupted his musing. He promptly shut them. The mattress dipped under Buffy's weight. "Give me your hands," she whispered.  

Spike promptly extended his arms in the direction of her voice. Before he could say anything or react, there was a cool circle of metal around each of his wrists and then he felt the handcuff lock shut. Buffy pulled his arms above his head and attached the other end of the cuffs to a hook on the headboard.

"Not too tight?" she asked.

"No, luv, they're okay." Spike failed to keep the excitement out of his voice. He heard Buffy snigger as she shifted off the mattress and walk away. "Oi, come back!" Spike turned his head, his eyes still closed and followed the sound of her high heels as Buffy walked to the foot of the bed.

"I'm not going anywhere, Spike." Buffy breathed into his ear.

"Christ!" Spike yelped surprised as how quietly Buffy had moved.

"Now, Spike, I believe we were discussing how bad you were to screw Harmony again." Buffy whispered again in his ear, her warm breath tickling him as she pressed a kiss to his lobe before nibbling on it.

"Uhhh..." The sensation of her soft lips robbed the normally verbose vampire of any words. He arched his back. Muscles rippled down his straining arms and ribs as Spike pulled against the cuffs at his wrists. He let out a very unmanly squeak at the sensation of Buffy's fingers ghosting down his chest and stomach. They stopped at the base of his aching cock and tangled in his soft brown curls. Buffy threaded her fingers through the nest of curls, not touching Spike's now purple cock. Spike's erection throbbed and twitched. Thick veins ran up the sides and the head pushed out from under his foreskin. A clear drop of pre-cum trickled out and ran down the side.

Unable to resist, Buffy leant over and laved one of Spike's nipples with her warm tongue. She then caught it with her teeth and gently bit down, causing Spike to jerk in his bonds and groan.

"Christ, luv... I'm gonna cum if you keep teasing me like this..." Spike moaned.

Buffy pulled back from his chest and frowned down at Spike's wriggling form. His eyes were scrunched shut as he tried to control himself. 'Can't have that now can we?'  Buffy reached over to the pile of toys she had brought to the bed and grabbed a metal ring.

Reaching over, she caught hold of Spike's cock, pumping her hand up and down for a while. Spike's hips rose and fell, following the motions of her hand. He groaned in relief as he felt his balls tightening. But before Spike could find his release, Buffy quickly wrapped the cock ring around him and snapped it shut.

Spike's eyes flew open and he growled in frustration. "Buffy, please..." he begged. He looked down at his aching dick and whimpered. It was trapped in a vice-like grip at the base by the metal ring, which had effectively stopped him in his tracks. The metal parts of the ring shone in the firelight as he looked up at his temptress. Buffy grinned wickedly down at him, her hair tousled from leaning over and kissing him. But more interestingly, her rose tinted nipples had popped out of her corset with her earlier movements and were tantalising him. He whimpered at the sight of the succulent morsels, he adored so much.

"What, Spike?" Buffy's eyes widened innocently as she watched his cock jerk impotently against its metal captor. "You said I could do anything to you. And right now, I think I'm gonna ride you like a pony until you are broken in properly."

Spike's blue eyes darkened with excitement and frustration. "Will you let me cum, too?"

Buffy shook her head. "No, not until you're begging me and, even then, I'll probably make you beg a little more." With that, she leant over and offered her breasts to Spike's watering mouth.

Spike groaned and then began to lick his way across the soft mounds of flesh, searching for the hard pink nubs he had spotted earlier. 'Finally...' He wrapped his lips around one of Buffy's nipples and sucked hard, knowing that it drove her wild.

"Spike! No fair I waas... ohh right there... I was trying to be a domme!" Buffy wilted over him and moaned.

Spike grinned against her nipple and continued to suckle hard. Buffy quivered and moaned. 'Oh yeah, I'm still the Big Bad...' Spike nudged his nose into Buffy's breast and bit down gently.

Buffy squeaked and sat up. "Ow! That's not playing fair!" She reached behind her and pulled a long peacock feather from off the nightstand.

"Buffy, no!" Spike tried to curve away from the long feather. He tried not to laugh as Buffy trailed the feather down his side and failed miserably.

"Spike, repeat after me! 'I am a bad vampire. Buffy is my goddess. I will never think about that vamp hoe bag again!'"

I'm a bad hee... hee... vampire." Spike giggled pathetically as Buffy ran the feather across his chest and circled his tightening nipples. "I will nevvvvverrr think about...ahhhh no not there, please, luv!" Spike voice raised as Buffy circled the feather around and up his aching dick. Spike's entire body convulsed, his legs shot up and curled protectively around his much-abused cock.

"Spike! You didn't say it all..." Buffy pouted at the quivering mess curled up on the bed. She trailed the feather across the soles of his feet.

"Ahhh! I'll never think or mention anything about that vamp hoe bag again, I promise." Spike yelped as his eyes rolled back.

"Good boy," Buffy sniggered, she patted Spike on the head and tossed the feather away. "Lay flat again."

Spike uncurled and stretched his legs out again. He glanced over at his tormentor and gasped. Buffy had loosened the top of her corset and it now lay open, framing her breasts. "God, you look amazing..."

"I know," she replied smugly and straddled his waist. She knelt over Spike, not touching him. Buffy ran her fingers through her hair and thrust her breasts upwards as she arched her back.

Spike arched his neck futilely, trying to reach for her bobbing breasts. Dropping his head back onto the pillows, he growled. His eyes flashed gold for a brief second.

Buffy shivered at the sensation and sat suddenly on his groin. She rubbed herself against him, coating his curls with her excitement. Spike sniffed the air and moaned happily at the strong scent of his darling girl's arousal. His still hard cock nestled against her backside as Buffy slid back a bit.

She reached to her hips and pulled the tiny black ribbons that held her thong to her hips. Pulling the sopping material from between her legs, Buffy leant forward and draped them over Spike's panting mouth. He groaned happily at the scent and taste of her juices. He sucked on the fine silk happily.

"Ready, Spike?"

"For whaaaaaaa..." Spike's toes curled into the velvet throw as his cock was suddenly enveloped by Buffy's warmth. He threw his head back at the sensation of heat enveloping him, her disguarded panties slid off his gasping mouth.

Buffy grunted as she sank down on his cock. Leaning forward slightly, she rocked on his pubic bone, rubbing her swollen clit against her shaking lover. "Hmmm..." she groaned happily as sparks of pleasure ran up her spine.

Spike wrapped his hands around the cold metal bars of their bed and watched as Buffy rocked herself on him. His cock was surrounded by her tightness and her juices poured out, pooling where they were joined.

Buffy put her hands on his chest and gradually began to rise and fall, using the strong muscles in her legs to help her. Spike tried to firstly, not vamp out and secondly, not to whimper like a puppy. He panted loudly and then clenched his teeth. Thick cords stood up in his neck as Spike threw his head back.

"Open your eyes, Spike, and watch me," Buffy ordered gently.

'She's trying to kill me through pleasure...' Spike opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of Buffy riding him. Unable to help himself he glanced down and watched his cock slide in and out her, it was coated in her juices. His eyes trailed up her body and met Buffy's amused eyes.

"Like what you see?"

Spike nodded, unable to speak. He was mesmerised at the sight of his captive cock, disappearing into her molten depths.

"Wanna see more?" Buffy teased. She ran her hands over her silk encased thighs, the stockings rasping against his legs as she moved up and down, sending shivers up his spine.

Spike nodded. The normally verbose vampire was struck dumb by the dominatrix riding him relentlessly, she was really gonna ride him hard and put him away wrung out and wet!

Buffy smirked and raised a honey coloured brow, aware that she was mimicking her frazzled lover's mannerisms. She grasped the corset at the top and ripped it off her body, her breasts bounced with her sudden movements. Without breaking her stride, Buffy continued to ride Spike into the mattress. She grinned quickly and rippled her muscles around Spike's erection.

Running her fingers up her sides, Buffy cupped her breasts and began to tease her rosy nipples. They hardened even more under her ministrations. Spike licked his lips, his mouth aching to wrap itself around the tempting morsels. He tried not to feel envious of her fingers touching her perky breasts and tweaking her hard nubs. Something he adored doing...

Buffy watched the vampire closely. She could sense that he was rapidly approaching the point where he would usually come with a mighty roar. But the metal ring cinched around the base of his dick was stopping him. Buffy slid down one more time and then halted.

"Waaa... what are you doing?" Spike asked. His eyes clouded with passion and unfulfilled lust. "Buffy, please... I've been a bad puppy. Let me go and I'll make it up to you." Spike mentally sighed at the pleading tone of his voice, but by this point, he had decided that his dignity had pretty much flown out of the window.

"Spike, shhhh... I'm concentrating." Buffy grinned.

"Yeah, on dusting me through sexual agony!" Spike muttered.

"I heard that..." Buffy sing-songed. "Just for that!"

"What? Buffy, luv, what are youuuu!" Spike's voice rose dramatically at the sensation of Buffy rotating her hips in small circular motions. "Oh, sweet, bloody hell..." Spike's eyes rolled back in his head and his hips jerked upwards, seeking his release, one denied him by the vixen straddling him. Buffy leant forward and dug her nails into the skin surrounding his rock hard nipples. She gently kneaded them like a kitten. At the same time, her new position forced Spike's imprisoned cock against a hidden bundle of nerves inside her, which he was so adept at locating and, with a shudder, she came, her eyes never leaving Spike's.

Spike was in complete agony. He watched his tormentor come all over him. His balls were tight against his body as they tried to find release. His heels scrabbled on the velvet cover. His cock could feel every flutter of his lover's muscles. And the heat...the heat of her tight channel was burning him. He could smell her excitement and groaned.

Buffy gradually recovered and pushed herself shakily upright. She shimmied her hips slightly and Spike sank even further into her.

"Mmmm... that was nice," she moaned happily.

"Nice? Nice! For you maybe, luv. But Buffy please let me go! I need to touch you...taste you." Spike abandoned his usual coolness and begged her. Every muscle in his body was aching. He half-heartedly tugged at the handcuffs, which, now dug into his wrists. This action caused him to move his hips and Spike's cock jabbed Buffy, she shivered.

"Nope...I believe you might still be thinking about Harmony!" Buffy teased, knowing only too well that Spike wasn't, but she wanted to prolong their fun and games. Buffy wanted to see how far Spike could go before he broke.

"Harmony who? I promise, luv, you are the only one for me..." Spike whimpered. He looked up at his flushed goddess and trembled at the sensual sight she presented.

"I know, Spike... you really want me to stop?" Buffy smiled gently at her vampire, offering him an option to stop. Secretly, she hoped he would refuse and to her delight after a moment's hesitation, Spike shook his head. "Good!" Buffy exclaimed as she sat back firmly on his imprisoned erection and clenched her inner muscles hard in rippling waves. Running her fingers down her now sweating body, she reached between her legs.

"No don't... stop... it's too much..." Spike begged as Buffy rotated on his rigid cock, which was still prevented from finding its release. A release he was beginning to suspect would be a long time coming.

"I can, and I will..." Buffy reached down and began to circle her clit with one finger. It was swollen with arousal. Spike watched, mesmerised, he shifted slightly and moaned. Buffy's internal muscles began to flutter again as she gradually began to peak, again. Her breasts swelled slightly and her skin took on a rosy glow.

"Please, let me cum with you..." he begged.

Buffy shook her head and began to rub harder, he could hear fingers as they fondled her erect clit, her juices trickled onto his groin, anointing him with her arousal. Marking him as hers... With her other hand, she reached behind her and cupped Spike pulsating balls, which were still drawn tightly against his body. Buffy smiled wickedly, he was so close and yet so far. She gently rolled them in her hand and then slid her fingers behind them and massaged the sensitive area between his balls and his ass, determined to torture him completely. It was an area that she had been ignorant about until Spike had shown her, and his electric reaction to her first tentative exploration had entranced her. Now Buffy zeroed in on the sensitive area as often as she could. Just so she could watch her vampire turn into a puddle of jelly on their bed. It usually only took on brush with her fingers to achieve that!

Spike's brain overloaded with sensations, his body was aching for release but the metal ring around his rock hard dick stopped him. Buffy's wicked fingers were now pressing down hard. Spike's eyes shut and he saw stars. He both rejoiced and dammed himself forever showing her his weak spot. Buffy never left it alone when they were curled around each other.

Buffy's muscles tightened around him, and the familiar breathy sounds that were a precursor to her coming filled the room. Buffy relished the velvety hardness that throbbed and twitched inside her. She could feel every vein and the slight curve rubbed her as she moved her hips slightly. Unable to stop herself, Buffy let out a tiny grunt of pleasure as sparks of pleasure flooded her senses. She groaned loudly as her fingers stalled and pressed down hard.

Spike's eyes snapped open at the sound of her groan. He watched greedily as his Slayer shook and wailed around him. The sight of her coming all over him was too much. The pressure of her fingers on his sensitive spot was becoming harder to resist. Spike's balls twitched as they tried to find their release. His cock hardened even more as it pulsed and shook. The combination of Buffy's inner walls fluttering against his raging hardon, which throbbed impotently against the cock ring and the happy noises she made as she came again were too much. The sensations she was evoking where over whelming Spike his cock and body trying to find their release were overwhelming Spike's mind. He howled loudly, his pale body, jerked and strained against his bonds and his lust darkened blue eyes rolled back in his head. After a second he lunged upwards, forcing his dick even further into Buffy's receptive body. Spike snarled and vamped out briefly before his mind shut down.

It was too much...  

"Spike...Spike...Spike?" Buffy shook the unconscious vampire under her gently. "You okay?"

Gingerly she slid of his still erect cock, her muscles complaining at her movements. Buffy looked down at the now purple erection that stood proud from his pale body. Suppressing her natural instincts to ease his pain, she ran her fingers over his erection. Watching it twitch and pulse under her touch. Even when he was unconscious Spike reacted to her touch. She rubbed her thumb over the mushroom shaped head and pressed down hard. Trying to wake him. Spike didn't wake there was nothing...

Buffy crawled shakily up to the head of the bed and uncuffed him. She pulled his limp body into her lap and cradled him again her breasts. "Spike... please say something..." She was beginning to panic. Buffy had never really experimented in this type of sexual torture and was worried that she had gone too far. 'Oh, God, I've broken him!'

Anxiously, the blonde girl pressed soft kisses to Spike's bleached curls. Her hands ran soothingly over his shoulders and back. "Spike, I'm sorry! I was only playing! I know you love me and would never look at another woman. I forgive you! Please come back to me! Say something...Cos there is no way I'm getting Willow over here to pull you outta this! She'll never stop teasing me! Spike, I didn't know that I went too far. Please speak to me!" Buffy begged, trying not to burst into tears.

"What you want me to say, my devious bitch?" Spike whispered against her sweating breasts.

"Oh! You're awake! Thank God..." Buffy stroked her fingers through his mussed hair, her other hand soothed the red marks around his wrists. Spike lay boneless in her lap. Completely limp...well except for his erection, which was still trapped in the ring Buffy had put on him earlier.

"Wow, I thought I'd given you brain damage!" Buffy joked, trying to cover up her initial panic.

"Think you did. What the bloody hell happened?" Spike mumbled. He tried to ignore his still aching cock.

"I came, you passed out..." Buffy eyed him thoughtfully. "You okay?"

"Yeah... but, luv..." Spike whined and pointed to his dick.

"I can see it, Spike. You ready to go again?"

Spike nodded, hoping that this time Buffy would let him come. "Do your worst. And, luv, I'm tough, I can take it. Though...have to say that was a first! Can't believe I passed out..."

Buffy grinned, knowing exactly what her vampire was hoping. "Get on your hands and knees." He was gonna be disappointed, she wanted to play some more!

"Wot?" Spike glared up at Buffy.

"You heard me. Do it!" Buffy ordered.

Spike gingerly rolled on his stomach. He ground his hips into the covers for a moment, hoping for some temporary relief before raising himself shakily onto his hands and knees, but the soft fabric only added to his mounting frustration.

Before he could say anything, there was a swish and Spike jerked at the sensation of a belt hitting him across the backs of his thighs.

"Christ! Give a bloke a warning, luv!" Spike arched his back and smirked, secretly thrilled at the little blonde dominatrix who was wielding his belt. He had never imagined that Buffy would be brave enough to get into S & M! She was taking to it like a duck to water...

Buffy gazed admiringly at the submissive pose the usually arrogant Vampire had adopted. His pale skin gleamed in the candlelight, marred by a pink streak where the belt had hit him. Buffy could see his erection jutting proudly from his body. She had never tried this form of foreplay before, but had always wanted to. Within limits, Buffy wanted to play a bit, but knew she would never really try to hurt her lover.

She reached over and gently soothed the pink mark with her hand before leaning over and planting a wet kiss on the welt. Spike moaned and arched his back even more, leaning into her soft mouth. She was teasing him and he loved it!

"Oh pet, just like that...your mouth is so soft." Spike whispered. "Do it again!" Fresh arousal rippled through him. Goose bumps rippled over his body and he arched his back, like a cat.

Buffy smirked wickedly and deliberately misinterpreted his request. She shrugged and raised her arm and hit him across one pale butt cheek. Spike jerked and his hands fisted into the covers. He widened his knees, trying to stop himself from collapsing.

Buffy's eyes widened at the sight of Spike spreading his knees and inadvertently offering her a bird's eye view of his balls and cock. It was an opportunity to hard to let pass without some kind of torture! She changed the angle of her next stroke and gently swiped between his legs. The belt hit Spike's balls and cock with a gentle slap. Spike howled and fell forward. He began to babble incoherently as his face mashed into the pillow.

Eventually, he turned his head slightly and Buffy heard his litany of apologies for anything and everything that he had done. He swore that he would never look at another woman and that he was her willing slave and promised that he would be there for her until his dying day. Buffy let him promise her the moon and the stars for a few more minutes before she finally relented and rolled Spike onto his back.

"Was that too much?" Buffy asked worriedly as she watched Spike quiver and jerk, his hands running up and down his crimson cock, trying to find some relief

"No was... perfect..." he gasped as he gingerly rubbed his cramping balls. "But, pet, can we stop now?" He was worried his dick would drop off if it were punished any longer.

"Sure," Buffy whispered. She reached down and placed a kiss on the tip of his cock before running her lips over it. When she reached the base, Buffy shifted her attentions to Spike's balls. One at a time she took them in her mouth and sucked them gently, trying to soothe them. Spike's fingers ran through her hair. He wrapped the blonde tresses around his erection and rubbed his fist up and down, sighing happily at the silky sensation.

Buffy's hand joined his as she peppered his thighs with tiny licks and kisses. She wrapped her fingers around the base and released the cock ring. Sitting up slowly, she managed to untangle her hair from around Spike's cock.

"Let go, Spike." she urged his hand away and with a smooth move took him down her throat. Sucking hard, Buffy released the base of Spike's cock.

With a feral snarl, Spike came for what seemed like hours. His hips jerked as he finally found the release he was craving. Buffy swallowed his salty emissions; a few drops escaped her red lips and trickled down her chin. She sat back on her heels and watched, fascinated, as Spike continued to erupt. Milky streams of semen covered his stomach before finally he softened.

He lay there panting, and watched as Buffy's pink tongue caught the pearly drops. With a growl, he sat up and pulled her to him, kissing her hard. Spike could taste himself on her tongue as he plundered her soft mouth.

He hardened against her hip.

Buffy pulled back and looked down in surprise. "Yeesh, Spike, talk about stamina!" Looking back up at Spike, she smiled.

Spike smirked around his fangs.

"Now you're gonna get it, Slayer." He threw Buffy onto her back and lunged for her. Buffy giggled and squirmed as Spike kissed and licked his way down her body. He caught one of her nipples with his fangs and nipped at it gently before moving over to the other hardened peak. He sucked it into his mouth and nursed it. Buffy sighed happily and wove her fingers through his hair, cradling his head to her breast, her hips undulating gently against his.

Spike pushed her hips flat to the mattress and slid further down. Reaching the cradle of her thighs, he sighed happily. Leaning forward, the vampire licked her cleft from top to bottom and then plunged his tongue into her liquid centre. At the first taste his game face slid off, he glanced up at her passion filled face that was staring down at him between her heaving breasts. His blue eyes meet hers and he gave her a long lick, gathering her moisture on his tongue. He pulled away and swallowed, a rumble of happiness erupted out of him. Ducking his head down he slid his tongue into her scorching folds and teased around her opening. Spike pressed his nose against her redden clit and nudged it gently, while his tongue was busy exploring her depths. Sliding down further he delicately laved her puckered rosette, rimming her gently.

A guttural moan erupted out of Buffy, her head twisted back in the pillows. Her movements arched her back, thrusting her erect nipples upwards. Her stocking clad thighs tightened around his head briefly and then dropped lax onto the mattress, offering herself up to her lover. Spike reached under her and cupped her backside, spreading her cheeks apart, letting his tongue roam in her secret place. He had been gradually introducing her to this pleasure and to his surprise Buffy adored it. Spike pushed his tongue against the quivering ring of muscles and thrust in.

Buffy's hands shot down to his rumpled blond hair and her hips rocked against his talented tongue. She rode him shamelessly, until it was too much.

"Spike, no! Come up here. I want you inside me...foreplay later..." Buffy moaned and squirmed against his agile tongue. Finally, she dug her fingers hard into his hair and pulled Spike's face away from her core and tugged him upwards.

Spike growled at losing contact with her pert backside, he dragged his tongue over her soft folds as she pulled him away and upwards, inhaling the enticing aroma his Slayer was letting out. But, he was never one to deny a ladies request and in a smooth motion he plunged back into her welcoming depths. Buffy wrapped her legs around his back and surged upwards. Her stockings rasped against Spike's skin, sending tremors up his spine. His cock twitched happily in her soaking depths as he began to rock slowly into her grasping channel.

"Harder, Spike, don't hold back, please!" Buffy panted as she looked down between their bodies and watched Spike pumping into her. His hard length stretching her in delicious ways, the pain pleasure was just perfect. Buffy could feel each vein in his length throbbing against her inner walls. She dug her nails into his shoulder and then leant forward and bit his throat, knowing that this would drive him wild. Spike lunged into her again his balls slapping wetly against her butt.

Spike roared as gold chased blue out of his eyes, his face shifted and his fangs descended. Reaching down, he pulled Buffy's legs from his waist and hooked them over his shoulders, thrusting into his girl harder and harder. His back arching as he hammered into her hips.

He ran his fangs gently over her breasts, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. Buffy panted and groaned; as she brushed soft kisses over the top his head. The new angle of penetration was filling her completely, and within seconds Buffy wailed and shuddered as she felt the onset on another set of orgasms wash over her. She sighed happily, glad for her multiple man!

Spike's hips thrust once more. He embedded himself in her liquid warmth as he finally came. Buffy could feel his cock jerking inside her as he filled her with his cool release. He felt like his spine was liquefying.

Spike collapsed. He slid his arms out from under her back and let Buffy's legs fall limply on either side of his still shuddering form. Buffy's arms were wrapped loosely around his back as she tried to breathe normally.

"Bloody hell, woman, you are gonna dust me with too much pleasure one of these days," Spike muttered weakly.

Buffy was too weak to laugh at the panting vampire who lay bonelessly in her arms, panting softly as she came down. She ached all over, but in a good way. 

The candle and firelight lit their naked bodies, as they lay entwined on the bed, white and golden limbs wrapped possessively around each other. Buffy had her head tucked under Spike's chin, her long eyelashes rested on her slightly flushed cheeks and fluttered slightly as she dreamt.

A pop from the fire woke Spike. He glanced over to check that the ember hadn't set fire to the Persian rug. Resting his chin on the top of Buffy's fair head, Spike sighed happily. Taking a deep breath, he imprinted his lover's unique scent on his senses. He was so familiar with his slayer's scent that the vampire could pick her out in a crowd. Which he had done only the other week when he had lost Buffy in the Barbican. They had been indulging Spike's inner William and gone to see The Tempest. Buffy had surprised Spike as she sat enthralled in the production, laughing and cheering the protagonists on. It was in the rush to get out that they had been separated. Spike had within seconds found Buffy pressed up against a column, frantically looking for her partner. 'I'll always find you, luv.' Spike pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. His arms tightened around her soft curves.

Buffy yawned and stretched as she gradually woke to the feel of Spike's lips pressed to her head. "Hmmm, nice way to wake up." She leant back slightly and caught Spike's lips with her warm ones and gently kissed him. She released his lips with a sigh and rubbed her nose against his and giggled.

"Wot?" Spike eyed the giggling mess in his arms.

"You're such a snuggler!" Buffy giggled. "The Big Bad is such a softie."

"Not that soft, gorgeous!" Spike rubbed his hardening dick against her stomach.

"Spikeeee!" Buffy wailed. "I can't! I'm all shagged out, as you'd say!"

"Jesus, Buffy, that is the silliest thing I have ever heard coming outta your mouth! Including all the Valley Girl speak." Spike grinned at the look of outrage on Buffy's face. "Oh, pouty! Gonna get it..." With that, he kissed her pouting mouth and rolled Buffy onto her back.

Nudging her legs apart, Spike settled between them and smirked at the slickness he could feel on his cock. "Seems like you wanna get it, too!" With that, he surged between her legs. Buffy moaned slightly as her aching channel widened to let her lover in. She sighed happily once Spike was fully sheathed in her.

"Nice and slow, luv...Spike's got you..." Spike began to move his hips slightly, never leaving her heat, just surging into her. His pelvic bone rubbed her in just the right spot and within seconds, Buffy's breath quickened as her muscles began to flutter around him as she slowly came. Spike lunged into her welcoming heat once more as he joined her in ecstasy.

Before either of them could recover, the phone on the bedside table began to ring. Spike tried to roll off and reach for the phone only to be stopped by Buffy's legs, which were wrapped around his hips.

"Let the machine get it," Buffy whispered as she tried to uncross her eyes.

Spike nodded and kissed her neck gently as he lay down onto of her limp form, his softening cock still inside her as she gently undulated her slayer muscles around him caressing him intimately.

"Buffy? Spike? I know you guys are in..." Dawn's voice filled the room. "Look, I was just calling to say I am coming home for the weekend. I get a weekend away from Giles and his buddies! Go me! Guess what? He is finally getting a chance to go on that retreat thingie in the Cotswolds...Cool or what?" There was a muffled sound as Dawn giggled and laughed with another watcher in training. "Hey, Jamie said to say that the only way Giles eventually got an invite to the Cotswolds was cos he organised the whole thing!"

Spike and Buffy rolled their eyes at this.

"Okay. Look, I'm gonna go and I'll see you guys next weekend. Resume shaggin' now!" Dawn giggled and hung up.

"Well, not that it's good idea, shagging and what'all, but the thought that the Nibs told us too has put a damper on the whole happy Spike!" Spike rolled off Buffy and lay on his back, reaching over, sliding an arm under Buffy's neck and pulling her slim form against his.

"She's right, you know," Buffy mumbled tiredly.

"What? That all we do is screw each others brains out?" Spike asked.

"Well, that as well..."

"As well as what?" Spike interrupted.

"As well as Giles only getting an invite to the Watcher retreat in the Cotswolds cos he's the Head of the Council now. He was never invited before. There was this one time, years ago, when he was really upset that Travers organised a retreat and left him out!" Buffy smiled as she remembered much rubbing of spectacles over the whole incident.

"Bet that pissed off Giles." Spike tried not the smirk at the idea of Giles feeling left out of the club. But the image of Giles pouting over being ignored went a long way to soothing the annoyance of the painting hanging on the stairs.

"Hey! Leave Giles alone!" Buffy poked Spike in the ribs and eyed him balefully, breaking into a wide smile. "I can't wait for Dawnie to come stay! She's been so busy with her studying to be a Watcher we never get any sister time!"

"Yeah, it'll be good to see the Mini Watcher-girl again! She's been away too long." Spike was just as happy about the impending visit. He and Dawn had finally managed to repair the damage that Xander's little announcement had done. It had taken time, but once Dawn had seen how happy her big sister had been with the return of the blond vampire, she had relented. They had spent hours talking and catching up with each other, eventually returning to an easy friendship. "Maybe she can help with Willow and Kennedy."

"More arguing?" Buffy asked sadly, a wave of guilt washed over her. "It's my fault they are having problems."

"What are you getting at, pet?" Spike arched his scarred eyebrow.

"Well cos of, you know..."

"What, you made rebound girl lie to Red?" Spike despised Kennedy for her behaviour and also her treatment of the red headed Wiccan who was only one of the original Scoobies he liked.

"Well, no...But she hates me..." Buffy trailed off, aware that it wasn't really her fault that the new Slayer hated her. "Hey, I hope you don't call her that in front of Wills."

"Nope, but it was Emilie who came up with that nickname."

"Man, you two are like a couple of old ladies gossiping." Buffy poked Spike again in the ribs and then started to squeal as Spike tickled back in retaliation.

"Take it back! I am not an old lady!" Spike continued his assault on her side until Buffy finally leapt from the bed.

"Okay! Not an old lady, but you are a gossip!" Buffy panted as she itched her sides. She was secretly thrilled at the unexpected friendship that had sprung up between their neighbour and Spike.

The vampire had never made friends easily, but with Emilie, he had fallen into a routine of daily chats over hot chocolate and marshmallows. Buffy had even once caught Emilie laying a trail of them from their front door to hers as a joke. It had reduced the blonde slayer to giggles watching Spike laughing and chasing after a shrieking Emilie as he pelted her with the retrieved marshmallows. Not even Kennedy's disapproving presence had dampened the moment. At the thought if Willow's lovers' angry face, Buffy frowned and sat down on the bed next to Spike who watched her as she sat thinking.

"Do you think Willow would mind if we sent Kennedy over to Cleveland so that Faith could have a break?" Buffy asked.

Spike rolled onto his side and thought for a moment. "No. It would give Red some time to think and have some time off from the fights. Maybe she'll realise that the bint isn't what she really wants." Spike reached for a pack of cigarettes that sat on the bedside table and lit one. He puffed on it for a while as he thought. "Also, it'd give the brat some authority she's craving. It'd be good to see Faith again, but..."

"But not Robin?" Buffy interjected, she was aware that there was still no love lost between Spike and the man who had tried to kill him in revenge for his mother's death.

"Yeah, but if it'll help Red I can put up with the git." Spike patted the mattress. "Come to bed, my heart. We need our rest for tomorrow."

Buffy slid next to his cool body and rubbed her hand along his thigh, lingering at his hip. "Yeah, we'll need to be ready for Hurricane Kennedy, when we tell her she's going to be heading out... You think we should talk to Willow first?" Buffy was worried that her best friend might be upset over the idea.

"Yeah, we'll get Red over for lunch and put the idea to her. Maybe get Emilie to come, too..." Spike leant over and stubbed out the cigarette and then lay back on the bed. He stretched and arched his back. Buffy scooted a bit closer and draped herself over his chest, entwining their legs.

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, that'd help. Wills seems to trust her opinion."

"Sleep, pet," Spike whispered as he wrapped his arm around Buffy and pulled her to him.

"Love you, Spike..." Buffy mumbled tiredly as she dozed off.

"Love you, too, my sweet Slayer." Spike kissed her forehead and watched Buffy fall asleep. For several minutes he watched his Golden Girl sleep before finally drifting off as well.