Tempus de Muto

by Schehrezade

Disclaimer: They ain't mine but I gets to play with them!!
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Rating: PG15 for now will vary from chapter to chapter. Will always put in a warning.
Dedications: To Tales, cos I wouldn't be writing without her prodding. You're my muse girl!! Madame Draco my Beta. Thank you for all the hard work and patience. A true gem!

Chapter 7 

"Come in please." Wes unlocked his apartment door, and gestured for his companions to enter him. Spike nodded his thanks. It was unnecessary, but he appreciated the sentiment, he sauntered in.

"Wes, I think you've had a break in." Buffy gestured to the paperwork that had been upended by Gunn and Fred during their search. He frowned in puzzlement at the mess.

"No luv. Not a robbery, the telly and stereo are still here. Also, Watcher boy's books are still here. Some of them are worth a pretty penny I'd imagine.

"Yes, that they are." Wes quickly scanned the shelves nothing was out of place.

Spike wandered over to the desk and rested his hands palm downwards. "There's no one in here but us. There is a trace of two humans, days old. A bloke and..." He paused the other faint scent was familiar, but he couldn't place it, then realisation dawned. "That bird from the hospital."

"Fred?" Wes supplied. A little uncomfortable that she had been in his home, searching through his notes. "The rubbish! Excuse me for a sec. I just want to confirm my suspicions." He dashed out of the apartment.

"He's worried that they stole the rubbish? Man you British guys are weird!" Buffy flopped onto the sofa. She kicked off her sandals and crossed her legs. "Note to self, don't wear high heeled sandals." Spike sank down next to her and pulled her feet into his lap, causing Buffy to fall onto her back. "Mmm! Nice!" She sighed as Spike began to massage her sore toes; his long fingers massaged her soles gently.

"Relax pet, let Spike take care of you." He crooned, as his fingers worked their magic. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"They're gone!" Wes announced breathlessly as he entered the front door.

"What mate."

"My notes, on the prophecy. Which explains how Fred knew. The rubbish isn't collected til Monday, so it all should have been there."

"What prophecy?" Buffy propped herself up on her elbows and eyed the agitated man. "Come on Wes make with the spillage!"

"Let me get something for us to drink, Coffee, tea or a soft drink? Then I'll explain everything."

"Coffee." Spike asked. "Also maybe you should invest in a shredder, I mean there are things a bloke doesn't want read." He promised himself to hide his journals and books of scribbles, before Buffy got her mitts on them.

"I'll have a soda, anything'll be fine. You need some help?" Buffy offered.

"No, you two relax. It's nice to be moving around after the enforced bed rest." He disappeared into the kitchen. "Well I suppose that the interrogation was a bit of fun too..."

"Fun? I think I could get to like this bloke." Spike commented as he trailed his fingers up to her ankles and began to manipulate them deftly.

"Oooh! Don't stop please!" Buffy groaned, she stretched lithely and pressed her feet onto Spike's thighs.

"I brought some nibbles incase you were hungry. No blood though, I am sorry."

"It's okay, there's some in the cooler. I'll have some later." Spike smirked at the ex-watcher.

Buffy sat up and gratefully took the cold Dr Pepper from Wes. He, then poured the filter coffee for the two of them and passed a mug over to Spike.

"There's sugar, 'fraid the milk had become a new life form!"

"Black's good. Thanks." He cradled the warm mug in one hand and reached for some biscuits.

"You eat?" Wes asked in a surprised voice.

"Yeah, like food -- what of it?"

"Angel never eats."

"Well, he is into self flagellation, course he's not gonna eat. He might enjoy it!" Spike dunked an Oreo and then ate it in one bite. "So tell us a story then." He threw an arm around Buffy and pulled her close, silently offering his support. She snuggled into his side.

"Where to begin? Buffy I'm not sure as to how much you know about what has happened here in LA the last few years. Angel didn't care to elucidate on his meeting with you a few months back. But I doubt he was forthcoming as to what he has been through recently."

"Nope, he basically said you guys were fighting the big fight. That's about it." She shrugged and took a sip of her drink and reached for some pretzels and began nibbling. "It's okay Wes, I won't break. I know he was hiding something when I last saw him. He seemed real uncomfortable and was happy to leave. It kinda hurt, but when doesn't it hurt around him?" She looked at both men as they nodded; each of them had first hand experience of life with Angel.

"Well, that explains why you didn't want the others to know what had happened pet." Spike smoothed her fair hair back, his fingers lingering in the curls.

"Well, where to begin? As you know Cordelia works with Angel." At the mention of the seer Buffy grimaced, there was no love lost between the two young women. She had never understood why Angel had offered Cordelia a job. Wes noted her reaction but didn't say anything. He doubted that the knowledge of Angel's infatuation in the brunette would sit well with the Slayer. Even though she had moved on, to someone he suspected was much better for her. She appeared happier and more relaxed.

"She has become quite a wonderful woman." He smiled at Buffy's choked laugh. " She inherited visions from a colleague who sadly died, a Mr Doyle."

"Short, Irish chap?" Spike asked

"Yes, you met him?" Wes was curious as to what Spike had made of the half demon. The only information he had of Doyle, was coloured by Angel and Cordy's reminiscing, he had for a long time felt as if he had to measure up to the fallen hero.

"Alright bloke, smelled like a demon and a hell of a lot of booze. He is, was a pretty good mate of the poof's. I didn't really get to know him well. Was too busy enjoying Granddad getting his arse kicked." Spike refrained from mentioning that he had an active role in the torture. Buffy knew the score and that was that. He had mentioned it during one of his drunken ramblings. He winced at the memory, and the Slayer had belted him one. So that was the end of it, he wasn't sorry!

"Right!" Wes was disappointed he had hoped for more. "She had a few problems with the pain of the visions, so she became part demon in order to survive."

"Thought she was a demon anyway?" Buffy bitched.

Wes tried not to smile, he was aware of Cordelia's behaviour in the past. "Yes, well. Last year, Angel lost focus."

"Was this after Buffy..." Spike couldn't say it.

"When I died?" Buffy stated calmly.

"No, I am afraid it was before that. You see Darla was brought back. She and Wolfram and Hart, started a campaign to remove Angel's soul." He ignored the expression of surprise and shock about Darla's return on Buffy's face, noted that Spike was unmoved. He made a note to ask the vampire how much he knew when they had a more private moment. He didn't want to cause an argument between the couple. "Darla was human, it was a spell that was used to revive fallen evil. Unsurprisingly, she was still evil even with a soul. Though from what Angel told me, before Dru got her teeth into her and turned her again, she had been making steps in the right direction."

"Wait, Dru turned Darla? Also Darla is back and killing?"

"Well, no. She is dead, staked herself. But before you interrupt allow me. Angel became very dark, as a result of Darla influencing his dreams. Once he realised she was not a figment he become more disassociated from us. He eventually fired the three of us."

"Three?" Buffy interrupted.

"Myself, Cordy and Gunn. The chap that was probably here in my flat."

"Oh, Angel never mentioned him."

"And that surprises you pet? Sounds like he kept a hell of a lot to himself."

Wes continued. "Once we'd gone, he had no constraints. He locked Darla and Dru in a wine cellar with a group of lawyers from Wolfram and Hart. Lilah and one other survived. He eventually returned to us, and asked to work for the three of us. For a while everything ran a bit more smoothly. There is more however, I would rather get to the crux of the matter." Wes paused and took a sip of coffee. His throat ached from all the talking he rubbed the healed cut gingerly. "Buffy about six weeks ago Darla returned and well she... I am sorry about this. She was heavily pregnant."

"What? Don't be ridiculous, vamps can't get knocked up!" Spike exclaimed, Buffy paled and turned to Spike.

"Was it Angel's?" She whispered, her face ashen, Wes nodded. Bile rose in her throat. "I think I'm gonna puke!" Spike rubbed her back soothingly, whilst Wes leaned over and took her cold hands in his.

"I am sorry to be the one to tell you this. Really! Angel should have called and explained the situation once everything settled down. However I am unsurprised, he doesn't appear to like to face the consequences of his actions at all!"

"A Baby? Darla's baby!" Buffy murmured.

"Pet, what are you thinking?"

"Poor Kid! Darla for a Mom and Angel for a dad!" Buffy muttered.

Spike laughed. "Pet"! That was exactly what I was thinking!"

Her answer had surprised both men. They had expected tears and angst. But after the initial shock, she was surprisingly unaffected by Wes's announcement. She and Angel had gone their separate ways, him more so than her by the sounds of it. But she looked over at Spike and realised that it didn't matter, Angel could have a Brady Bunch of kids and she wouldn't care. Not as long as she had Spike, he was her future.

Her lover.

Best-friend.

Sparring partner.

Second-in-command.

Most importantly, family!

He and Dawn.

She laughed.

Spike frowned. He had expected her to be broken up about this. She continued laughing.

"Buffy are you alright?" Wes asked.

"Yes! Wow! I am really all right. Weird huh? You guys probably expected tears and tantrums. Spike, I'm really over him." She breathed. He pulled her close and kissed her gently. He pulled back and returned her glorious smile with a big grin.

"That you are luv."

"It's because, I know, that what we have is real." Her fingers trailed over Spike's face, memorising his features by touch. "It's not some teenage crush like Angel. Well, I guess, I'm not a teenager anymore, but you know what I mean? Angel, he was all dark and mysterious. Course, I was gonna get all hot and bothered over him. Then he left and I thought my heart would never recover. But I think I realise now, deep down I knew it would never work!" She felt a huge weight drop off her shoulders and for the first time in years she felt free of her past. Buffy knew that a huge part of that was because of the vampire holding her so tightly. She put her hand on his cheek and softly caressed him. " I love you." Spike shivered at her words, he couldn't get enough of her saying that.

Wes cleared his throat, slightly uncomfortable at what he was witnessing, but also he was fascinated. He was witnessing the end of Buffy's relationship to Angel. He wryly wondered if Angel would be pleased to hear that his so-called 'Soul-mate' had dismissed their relationship so easily. 'No, he would be pissed off as hell.' Wes knew that secretly, Angel enjoyed the whole romanticism of a Slayer loving a souled vampire. His former associate had thrived on the brooding and angst that the doomed affair had produced, 'he got a lot of mileage out of his self sacrifice and self imposed exile to LA'. Wes recalled the fury that Angel had unsuccessfully hidden once, he discovered that Buffy had become involved with fellow student at UCS. He had never mentioned it or raised the subject with the prickly vampire, on his return from Sunnydale. Preferring not to open that Pandora's box!

"Wes, you still with us or have we grossed you out?" Buffy waved her hand in front of the musing Watcher's face.

"No, still here. Just relieved that you're not upset!"

"Nope, thanks to Spike and a whole lot of growin up!" She chirped. "So, come on is there more?"

"Yes, sadly there is. Darla, yes, well she appeared carrying Angel's son. However, an old protagonist of Angel's had returned. A Mr Holtz."

"Mojo?" Spike asked.

"Yes, he made a deal with a demon named Sahjian, who brought him through time. Spike did you know this man?" The Watcher in Wesley couldn't resist asking.

"No, he was before my time. But Peaches and Great-Grandmum couldn't resist pulling out old war stories. From wot I remember, they slaughtered his entire family, vamped the little girl, feasted on the wife and a baby. From what they said, the poor sod lost it, chased them all over Europe and I think North Africa. He did catch up with the Poof in Rome. Him and some extremist Papal sect. I think they were an offshoot of the Inquisition. They beat the crap outta him until Darla turned up and saved his arse." Spike shrugged. "Think that's about it."

"Interesting, Angel only mentioned a few bits and pieces. I think there was a confrontation in Marseilles or some other French port as well. I digress. Holtz was determined to destroy Angel, not surprisingly." Wes drank some of his cooling coffee. "He appeared at the Hyperion and managed to capture Angel. However he escaped and was there when Darla sacrificed herself in order to enable Connor's birth. She staked herself."

"Bloody Hell! Darla staked herself! Why?" Spike couldn't believe that the blonde Hellbitch would do anything so noble without reason.

"Well, she was affected by carrying a souled child. She loved him and killed herself to save his life." Wes spoke softly. He still found it amazing that a 400 year-old vampire had found the strength to place another's survival above her own.

"Everything was good for a while. Until I discovered a prophecy, it took me a while to translate it. What I discovered horrified me, I tried to disprove it, I combed the city for seers and consulted an Oracle. They all agreed with me. The Father would kill the son."

"Angel killed Connor?" Buffy gasped.

"No." Wes braced himself, he knew once they discovered his actions they would be horrified and disgusted. "No, I took Connor. I was going to take him away from all of this and raise him. I wanted to give him a life where there were no demons. I failed. Holtz and his followers duped me with their lies. One of them, Justine, approached me when I was making my escape. She was beaten, I tried to help her but she slit my throat." He gestured to his neck. " She took Connor to Holtz, leaving me to bleed to death." He looked up from his mug for the first time. He didn't want to see the contempt and censure in their eyes. He blinked; there was none, only compassion and encouragement. He had to ask, "You're not appalled by my actions?"

"No. Why should we be? You were trying to save a baby." Buffy answered, a frown line appeared between her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you did what was best, mate. The bird blindsided you!"

"I took Connor from his father."

"And?" Buffy asked. "Hell, if I found that prophesy, I would have come down here and grabbed the kid and run as well!"

"Really?"

"Damn straight. I'd have got Spike to be the getaway driver and headed for Canada!"

"Canada? Why Canada? It's cold, rains a lot and full of those helpful Mounties! Sod that! We'd have gone to Mexico! Margueritas and you all suntanned and covered in coconut oil, luscious!" He waggled his dark eyebrows at the blushing girl next to him. Wes smiled in appreciation at Spike's attempt to ease his tension. He felt even more grateful, towards the two of them; they had healed his external hurts and were now trying to heal his internal scars. "I am guessing there's more this? We heard that Fred bird, having a go at you in the hospital.

Wesley cleared his throat, embarrassed that they had over heard Fred's bedside confrontation. "You heard all of it?" His audience nodded, Buffy blushed, flummoxed that Spike had revealed their eavesdropping. "I am not too sure what happened, but it appears that Holtz managed to escape into another dimension with Connor. What is worse it appears that the prophecy was a fake, planted by Sahjian. I made a mistake." His voice wavered.

"We all make mistakes Wes, you didn't know." Buffy interrupted.

"All you did was act on the information you had, you did the right thing Watcher." Spike interjected. "So now cos of what happened, you're out of the club?" Wes nodded. "Bollocks to that!"

"Angel tried to kill you? Why? You were only trying to help?" Buffy asked tentatively, unable to believe that Angel would do anything like that.

"He tried to smother me, some orderlys pulled him off me. Then she came back with my things and well you heard the rest." Wes slumped back in his armchair, exhausted from his confession. He ached all over, his throat throbbed and he wanted to crawl into his bed and sleep. He was on edge, surprised at both of them. Their compassion and understanding, he finally felt that there maybe hope for him. The despair and loneliness he had felt in the hospital was gradually easing.

"Wes, you look tired out. Maybe you should get some rest?"

"I could do with a snooze, Buffy." He stretched his arms and cracked his back. "If you like the two of you are welcome to say here, I have a spare room." They nodded in appreciation, after the drive and the day's events. They needed some sleep! "Come on I'll get you both settled. If you're not tired there's books and the of course the TV." He got to his feet.

"Wes, the offer to come with us to Sunnyhell is still on the table." Buffy said as she and Spike followed him into his guestroom. "I really hope you'll think about it?"

"I'd be honoured to help you in Sunnydale. Of course I'll come with you."

Spike paused before following Buffy into the bedroom he turned to Wesley. "You need any help settling in?" He hefted their duffle bags and waited for a response.

Wesley shook his head. "No thanks, I'll be fine."

"Holler, if you need something." With that Spike left the bemused man and disappeared after Buffy.

**********
 
"I want him and his new buddies under observation 24-7. No contact, I want intel, I want to know what he eats, when he sleeps and what he does! No failures." Lilah eyed the two mercs that the Senior Partners had sent to her. She had seen a lot but this! They gave her the creeps. She suppressed a shudder, the Exploro Demons nodded impassively. Their translucent skin absorbed all the light around them, and gradually they began to shimmer and disappear.

"Hey! Come back. No vanishing in this office." Lilah snapped her fingers impatiently her blood red fingernails contrasted brightly with her Navy trouser suit. When the two demons reappeared, she relaxed. "I want daily updates, you have all my numbers. You discuss this with no one but me. Other wise I will report you to the SP's and let them deal with you..." She trailed off and arched an immaculate eyebrow at them. Enjoying their obvious terror at her implied threat.

She stiffened as one of them spoke to her.

"We will not fail you."

"Hey! If I wanted you in my head I would have said so. You will not speak to me telepathically unless I agree. You have mouths, well they look like mouths, unless ordered otherwise use them!"

"Apologiessss, Mistress. We will not fail you." The one who spoke bowed and then gestured to his companion and they left.

"Well, they were just nasty! How delicious." Lilah. Turned to her paperwork and began preparing for her next court appearance. The Exploro demons were pushed to the back of her mind as her eyes ran down the bribe list for the jurors.

'Good all paid up. She was in a win win situation. She loved her life!'

**********

"Hey guys, come to help. Holy hell! What a mess" Dawn exclaimed, as she dropped her schoolbooks and bag on the table. She looked around in dismay at the shop.

"It's much better than it was this morning, sweetie." Tara called from the gallery. "Anya, I think it's done up here. Also Dawn no swearing please!"

"Wonderful, I think everything should be finished in a few hours. I have compiled a list of all the pieces destroyed. It's running into thousands." Anya glanced up from her paperwork. The claims forms were almost filled, the underwriter had taken one look at the shop and just handed over the relevant form. Promising all his help in ensuring the claim was processed quickly. He had shot out off the shop into the afternoon sunshine. "Tara, do you think I can get away on claiming for loss of income for today?"

"I don't see why not Ahn." Xander offered trying to soothe his fiancée's frazzled nerves. He smiled hesitantly, trying to get a similar response from his girl. She ignored him, unable to forgive him for his earlier behaviour. He was disgusted with himself, but he had no idea as to how to fix everything. 'It's all Spike's fault!' He thought bitterly.

At one point during the day, Anya had discovered that an antique cauldron, valued at $6,000 had melted into a puddle. She had promptly burst into tears and then proceeded to scream and shout at Xander, when he tried to calm her down. Tara had diplomatically vanished, ostensibly to get some sandwiches and drinks.

By the time Tara had returned, neither of the couple were talking or even looking at each other.

She had tempted Anya into the training room, by shaking a bag of Hershey's Kisses in front of her. The former demon had proceeded to burst into tears.

Weeping she explained that Xander was not being sympathetic and that he was more concerned about Buffy's love life than her work. They had fought, shouted and screamed. Until Anya had accused Xander of being a pathetic loser, always hanging onto Buffy and that she, Anya, was a substitute for the slayer. Having touched a real nerve with Xander he had exploded. He had grabbed hold of Anya and shook her, screaming that she should shut up! Before anything else could happen Anya had beaten him to the punch and kicked him in the balls.

Tara had been horrified that Xander had shook Anya. She wondered at his mental stability, as she had rocked her weeping friend. Drying Anya's face, she had offered a bed for the night at Buffy's, just in case she needed a break from Xander. Anya had agreed quickly, relieved that she would be able to get away from Xander for the night. Tara knew that the distraught girl still loved Xander, but on top of the damage to the shop his behaviour had pushed her too far. She felt maybe a girly night in with Dawn and her would be for the best.

"Hey, maybe you could have a sale for the damages pieces that can be rescued?" Dawn suggested. "I mean it's better than chucking it all out. Claim on the insurance and also sell them at a discounted price. That way money in the pocket! Hey also, maybe you can get some people in cos of the sales signs, bonus new customers!" Dawn spun and headed over to Tara, who had climbed carefully down the ladder and hooked her arm through hers.

"Dawn! What brilliant ideas! Very sound business acumen. Thank you." Anya grabbed her notebook and began marking the pieces that she would put on sale. Xander smiled at Dawn in thanks. But the teen just ignored him as she turned to Anya.

"So what do yah want me to start on?"

"Oh well the display shelves in the front need straightening. We have empty spaces, this will not do! Use the items I had Xander bring up from the basement."

"Anya, we'll have to head off soon. I need to pick up Miss Kitty and get Dawn home to William and Anne..."

"Who?" Xander interrupted, as he ambled over wiping his hands on his jeans.

"William and Anne. Spike gave them to me and Buffy!"

"Oh, great what are they some sort of weird demon pet? That'll suck your brains out when you're asleep!" He shouted.

"No, they're kittens. Also even if they were demons you'd be safe!" Dawn shouted back at him.

"What? Why?"

"Gee Xander, guess they wouldn't find any brains to suck outta you!" Dawn whirled back to her re-stacking job, seething. She was surprised that neither of the women had tried to tell her off. She wondered what the hell Xander had been saying to piss off the normally patient Wicca and to also lose Anya's support. 'I'll get it out of Tara tonight!'

A couple of hours later the shop was straightened out, but the tension was rapidly increasing.

"Ahn, think we're all done. Shall we get a takeaway and head home?" He smiled hopefully at his fuming fiancée. Completely oblivious, he shoved his hands into his pockets and kicked at the now gleaming floor.

"No, Xander. I am heading back with Tara and Dawn. I think you need to have some time to yourself and consider whether or not it is a good idea to try and hurt women." Anya snapped her notebook shut and spun on her heel to glare at her shocked partner. Dawn stared at Xander in disgust.

"Wait Ahn, please!" He grabbed her arm and tried to spin her around to face him. He desperately wanted to fix everything. He couldn't believe that he had grabbed her! He was becoming his Dad, what with the drinking, expecting that everyone do as he wanted and lastly but most importantly the shaking! He was ashamed that he had lost his temper! He needed to fix everything.

"Don't grab me!" She hissed, aware that Dawn and Tara were now watching their angry confrontation. She pulled herself free and turned to face Xander. "I need some space and so do you. I am not leaving you. I do love you and do want to marry you. But unless you get your temper under control then, we may have problems! You also need to get your Buffy and Spike issues under control. Are you ready to go Tara? Dawn? Xander I will see you after work tomorrow. No," She held her hand up. "Don't come to the shop tomorrow and don't call."

With that she ushered the stunned man out of the shop.

The three girls locked up and headed out into the dusk.

**********
 
Buffy sat brushing her wet hair, her towel pooled around her hips. Spike eyed her pert breasts as they, bobbed up and down with each stroke of her brush. Her pink nipples bobbed enticingly, his mouth watered, Spike's lips twitched, aching to wrap them around one of them and suckle.

"Spike, before you act on whatever is going through your mind, take a shower. I can smell pigs blood. Have to say honey, the stinky blood thing, not getting me in the mood!" She smiled over her shoulder at the transfixed vamp. He had lost the ability to speak, struck dumb by her beauty. What shook him though, was the intimacy of the tableau in front of him. He knew she was beautiful, but seeing her in such a natural and innocent moment, brushing her hair, had unmade him!

Spike was humbled by her innocent sensuality, he knew that she had no idea of the effect she was having on him. It just screamed relationship. Oddly he was terrified. He was worried he would never be enough or that he would let her down.

He had seen her naked countless times, but only when she was either riding him into oblivion or when she was splayed out on his bed moaning and writing. By sitting there naked to the waist brushing her hair, she had evoked such a strong reaction in his un-beating heart, that he was frozen.

Buffy, stood. She let the towel drop to the floor. She walked over to the pole-axed vamp. He watched her hips swaying sensually. His eyes trailed over her smooth golden curves, stopping briefly at the apex of her hips. Before travelling to her slender feet, her tiny toes were painted in pale lavender. His lips quirked into a soft smile at the incongruity they presented. Lethal weapons decorated in a silly feminine colour. The disparity was typically Buffy! One of the countless reasons he adored her.

"You like the colour?" She wriggled the toes that had mesmerized him.

"Huh?" Spike blinked and looked at her. His blue eyes oozing sensuality, he reached for her naked form. She danced away, causing her breasts to jiggle in a fascinating way. Which he completely appreciated! He was gradually losing all higher brain function, all his borrowed blood was rushing to his cock.

"Hey, cave-vamp, less of the grabbing! More with the washing of those stinky paws!" She pushed him into the en-suite bathroom. "Go on I'll be waiting." She trailed her fingers over the top of her breasts and licked her lips.

"Vixen." Spike grumbled, as he stripped. It was now Buffy's turn to gaze dumbly at the muscled body that was gradually being revealed. He smirked at her reaction. 'Oh yeah I've got it!' Spike let out a very unmanly yelp. He spun round and gazed at the temptress that had just goosed him. "Oh now you've done it."

"I have but, you ain't doing nothing until you're squeaky clean!" Buffy trotted out, giving Spike an enticing glimpse of her heart shaped bottom.

'Gotta shower!' He leapt into the stall and spun the taps.

When he returned to the bedroom all the lights were off except for the bedside lamp. He dropped the towel he was using on his hair. He stood and stared. Buffy lay on her front. Naked as the day she was born. Her head resting on her crossed arms, facing him. His eyes trailed over her relaxed form, stopping when he reached her crossed ankles.

She didn't open her eyes, her lips curved into a soft smile. "Come here gorgeous."

With her softly spoken request, Spike slid onto the bed and crawled over to her warm relaxed body. Buffy sighed at the feel of his lips trailing down her spine. Before she could turn over he bit gently into her soft rounded backside. Evoking soft giggles that filled the room. Filling Spike with a warm feeling, he loved to hear her giggle. He silently vowed to make sure she did it more often.

"Keep it down, cherub. Watcher boy needs his rest."

Buffy turned onto her side and reached her hand over and played with his damp curls.

"I like your hair like that, looks sexy." She ruffled her fingers over them, causing Spike to growl. He reached over and pulled her soft relaxed body to his. They were a contrast in softness and hard angles. They fit.

Spike's eyes darkened to a deep indigo has he lowered his lips to Buffy. In a sizzling kiss that curled her toes, Buffy moaned into his mouth, as her fingers slid slowly up his back, exploring his muscles. He flipped her onto her back and rested his head on one hand as the other wandered over her stomach.

He felt elated; this was how he had dreamed it could be. Now that she had dropped all her emotional barriers, he had known it would be like this. Soft, gentle, sensual but most importantly loving! Once she had let him into her heart, told him she loved him. He had known that the next time they made love they would both feel it and not just him.

"I love you, Buffy Anne Summers." He planted a kiss on her collarbone and then with his tongue followed the fragile bones up to her neck. His fingers cupped her small breast and squeezed it gently.

"I love you too." She moaned, as he caught her earlobe in his teeth and nibbled gently. She tried to reach for him, but Spike caught her hands and pinned them over her head.

"No let me play. Just relax and enjoy." Spike whispered into her ear. He grinned, as he felt her heart rate increase, amazed that it was him that caused it. He slid down and pressed his lips under her breast over her rapidly beating heart. "Mine!"

"Yours. Only yours!" Buffy gasped. Her hands lay on the pillow, where Spike had left them her fingers twitched, desperate to caress her lover. Her breathing hitched, as she felt Spike's lips trail over her stomach. Pausing for a second to explore her bellybutton, she felt like she was going to pass out from the sensation overload.

She opened her mouth to say something, but before her brain could form a thought Spike lunged downwards.

"Gahh!" Was all she could say as he parted her lips and nuzzled into her soft, wet swollen folds. 'Oh gods he is sooo good at this.' Her right hand reached down and caught hold of his free hand. She twined their fingers and held on, trying to anchor herself. Sweat began to coat her body as Spike's talented mouth worked its magic. "Spike I can't breath it's too much!"

He looked up at her, his blue eyes mesmerised her as he continued to suckle on her aching clit. He pulled back and blew softly on her aching centre, sending her spiralling over the edge. Spike knelt up and watched her come.

"Beautiful." He breathed. Before she could recover, he pulled her up by their still clasped hands. Planting a soft kiss on the inside of her left wrist he trailed his lips slowly up her arm, following the veins that pulsed under her soft skin. He licked the sweat off her elbow and with his other hand pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed herself against his aching cock.

He lifted her limp body slightly, nudging his erection to her still fluttering pussy. "Let me in luv." Buffy opened her eyes and stared sleepily in his. She shifted slightly and Spike sank home. Their mutual gasps filled the room.

"You fit perfectly, Spike" Buffy moaned, as she rocked her hips against his.

"Don't move pet, not yet let me get a hold of myself." Spike whispered into her hair. He leant forward and guided Buffy onto her back. He shifted his legs, straightening them. His actions caused him to sink deeper into her liquid depths.

"Oh!" Was all she could say has he hit her G spot and Buffy had to bite his shoulder to stop herself from screaming as she came. Her inner walls fluttered over his burning cock as he began to move, slowly at first, gradually building up his speed until he was slamming into her willing body.

"More, more more..." She trailed off, as her eyes fluttered shut. Buffy came again and again. Pulling Spike, over the edge with her, into ecstasy.

They both lay still, basking in the afterglow. Spike's face buried his face into her hair and tried to get his emotions under control. He managed until he felt Buffy's tears on his shoulder. He lifted himself slightly, keeping himself buried in her.

"Why are you crying?"

"Oh, Spike. It was amazing, I love you." She rained kisses over his face and wrapped her arms and legs around his lax form, anchoring him to her soft body. He caught her lips with his own and kissed her. He reached over and switched the lamp off and rolled over bringing Buffy with him.

"Sleep pet."

He stroked her hair as her breathing evened out. Gradually he dozed off as well. Feeling safe for the first time since he was turned.

*********

"Found it!" Willow leapt off her stool and did a poor imitation of the Snoopy dance. She had been researching for hours in the campus library. Knowing that none of the Scoobies would come looking for her here. She couldn't remember the last time Buffy had come to the library, possibly it was the first day of University. She sat down and scanned the page in front of her.

'It'll work, a few tweaks here and there and everything would be back to normal.'

She took the book over to the copier. Placing it face down she hit the copy button. The light from the machine lit her from below casting her face into an ominous shadow. The printed sheet shot out of the side of the copier into the tray.

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