Summary: This is a post-Damage story. Andrew tells Buffy about Spike. It is infused with a lot of dreams and sexual fantasies.
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Part one:

Come Together
Part 1: The Dating Game

Cheesy game show music filled the air as Buffy sat on the hot seat. The realization had hit her as she looked at the psychedelic flowers behind her; she was resorting to a new low by looking for love on a game show.

"Welcome to the Dating Game. I'm your host, Andrew Wells and today we will help Buffy Summers find her true love."

Andrew was dressed in a retro avocado colored 1970s suit with wide lapels and bell-bottoms. He donned a large gold necklace with a circular medallion-inside were engraved the words, Star Trek . He held a microphone to his mouth whenever he spoke.

Buffy's mind went into shock; I thought I was finding a simple first date and not my soul mate. And when did Andrew become a game show host, anyway.

"Buffy, why don't you tell the viewers at home about yourself."

She shifted nervously in her chair. "I'm Buffy Summers and I'm a Vampire Slayer. I currently live in Rome."

I cannot believe I gave away my secret identity on national television.

"O.k. Buffy lets meet the lucky bachelors that will be playing for your heart. The winner will get a free trip to Rome to explore the city with you and most likely your bedroom. I must say all of these guys are so cool. I would be proud to say that any one of these guys shared a bed with me."

She couldn't see the three guys on the other side of the curtain. Buffy scanned the audience and saw her friends, Xander, Willow, Dawn, and Giles; they were all smiling and clapping.

The former "guestage" turned on his insincere game show host charm. "Bachelor Number 1 enjoys long walks in the snow, reading by the fire, and the music of Barry Manilow. Bachelor Number one say hello to Buffy."

"Hello Buffy."

"Hi, Bachelor Number 1."

Andrew introduced the next guy. "O.k. Bachelor Number 2's hobbies include basketball, barbecues on the beach, and combat movies. Bachelor Number two say hello to Buffy."

"Hi Buffy, how are you?"

"Fine. Thanks for asking Bachelor Number 2."

"Moving on to Bachelor Number 3. He likes punk rock, daytime soap operas, late night motorcycle rides, making love for hours, and Buffalo wings. Say hello to Bachelor Number 3."

"Evenin' Buffy, my Love."

"A good evening yourself Bachelor Number 3." God, I'm turning in to the Buffybot!

"Buffy would you like to start asking these three very attractive gentlemen questions to see whom you are most compatible?" Andrew read off of a note card in his hand.

"Sure." Buffy paused. She had a good feeling about this game. "Since I can't see you guys from across the curtain, I need your help. Bachelor Number 1 can you tell me what Bachelor Number 2 looks like?"

"I don't like him. Got that college boy vibe about him. He doesn't seem trustworthy to me. I think you can do better."

"Number 2 tell me about Bachelor Number 3." Buffy requested.

"His hair is radioactive blonde. He looks like a bad boy, someone that wouldn't treat you right. He's a lot shorter than me and. . ."

Bachelor Number 3 interrupted, "at least I'm not the Jolly Green Giant made out of cardboard."

Buffy giggled. Number 3 has a cute and feisty personality. And that sexy voice is one I could listen to all day.

Andrew spoke to keep control of his stage. "O.k. Boys wait your turn. Number 3 tell us what you think of Bachelor Number 1."

"He has a caveman brow and if bloody Neanderthals turn you on that's your business. I saw backstage he wears lifts in his shoes so he's not as tall as he looks. He has his hair gelled up like a nancy boy, a sure sign that he is a poufter."

Buffy softly smiled. "Great answers boys."

"Now, Buffy do you want to ask another question or go back to Rome to find an Italian hunk?" Andrew joked.

"I'll ask another question. All of these boys seem 100% datable." She continued. "What's your idea of a good first date?"

"Well, I guess an watching an classic movie and then we could talk about it over a cup of coffee or something." Number 1 answered.

"Same question for bachelor number 2." Buffy said.

"Maybe we could go on a nice long drive and have a picnic. We can sit and chat, get to know one another." He replied.

Buffy asked, "number 3, what would you like to do on a date with me?"

"I would treat you like a princess. Take you wherever you want. Satisfy your every whim. If you would allow me, I would kiss you from head to toe and everywhere in between. Are you going to let me worship you?"

Buffy was deeply implanted in the fantasy world of his British voice and was unable to reply. The length of the pause was uncomfortable for everyone in the room.

"Love, you don't hafta answer. It was rhetorical." He remarked, she could tell by his voice that he was smiling.

Andrew observed. "It's getting hot in here. . .sort of like a demon hell dimension."

The audience laughed when one of the video crew members lifted up a sign that read: applause.

"Buffy. This is an important part of the game, it is as important as the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. You only have one question remaining at this critical juncture."

Buffy quickly asked the question in an attempt to shut Andrew up. "Alright, what is the most important thing in a romantic relationship?"

Bachelor number1 responded. "I think a man should be a provider. He needs to be a hero in her eyes. Buffy, you should feel safe in the arms of the man you love. Pure, blind devotion is what makes a great love."

Buffy was polite. "That's a good answer number 1. What does the next bachelor think?"

"A couple should be equal, I guess a real partnership is important to me. Well, I think mutual respect and being there for the other person is critical to a successful long term relationship."

Andrew cut in, "don't forget a shared love of Star Wars."

Buffy looked at him with an annoyed facial expression.

"I'm sorry, just in my own world. Let's ask number 3 the same question." Andrew tried to move on, as he struggled to conceal his homoerotic fantasies.

"When I find the right woman, which I know is you sweetheart, I will exceed you're every desire, every unspoken wish I will grant."

Buffy listened to number 3 and the rest of the world went away. He wasn't just speaking to her--his words were dancing with her soul.

"Those other guys think about it too much. Love, when it is right, just happens without you going out to look for it. We are meant to be Buffy. Our love transcends the bounds of logic. I would hope that not even death will separate us for too long."

"Spike!" Buffy got up off her chair to kiss the man of her dreams. She moved in slow motion. Buffy no longer cared about the game. She wanted him more than anything in this world.

Looking into his blue eyes, she fell into a kiss that seemed to pump a void inside her heart. Buffy was dizzy with lust and was filled with true love.

***

Buffy woke up to her clock radio. The song playing was I Wanna be Sedated , by the Ramones, one of Spike's favorite musical groups. It was another reminder of the great love that she lost.

She recalled a time where he hummed that song to her in his car. It really seemed like that happened only yesterday, but it couldn't, because Spike was swallowed up in sunlight on a collapsing Hellmouth.

She took her glass of water off the nightstand and drank a sip. Buffy didn't get out of bed. She had just dreamed about Spike and wished he was holding her. It had been 225 days since she had last seen him and she had dreams about him every night without fail.

Buffy's retro styled red telephone rang. She answered it. It was Andrew on the other side of line.

"Good morning, Buffster." He cheerfully addressed.

Buffy asked. "Andrew, so how was LA?"

"Good. I found that Slayer just like Giles instructed. I'll be an official junior watcher in no time." Andrew answered.

"How is my ex-boyfriend?" Buffy inquired. She propped herself up on a few pillows and comfortably rested in her bed.

"What boyfriend do you mean?" Andrew said before he realized he slipped.

"Angel. I mean I what other ex-boyfriend would be at Wolfram and Hart?" Buffy asked in confusion.

"I promised him I wouldn't say that he was alive. I guess he's planning some perfect reunion. If you tell him I said anything he's gonna rip out my jugular."

"Spike? You mean he's back?" Buffy spoke in a hopeful tone of voice.

"Yea. I know it's unbelievable, he's just like Gandolf with the studly-ness of Aragorn. " Ha paused a moment. "Oh and that crazy Slayer cut off his hands."

"Is he alright?" Buffy asked, concerned. Although, she was a little bit angry that Spike was alive and never contacted her. "At least he's not dead or more dead, just undead."

"Yea, at least it wasn't his head that she hacked off." He replied.

"Andrew, thanks. I got to go. Talk to you later." Buffy hung up. She was developing a plan of action.

Part Two: Naughty Nurse

Spike was waiting for the nurse to give him the next round of painkillers. He usually got is afternoon meds at 3 o'clock and the nurse was late.

He readjusted the angle of the of the hospital bed. Lying around, watching television was appealing to Spike for about 5 minutes. A few days in the evil hospital was making him fidgety.

Spike found some of the nurses somewhat attractive for being subjected to work in Wolfram & Hart's demon hospital. This little red headed nurse told him that he was the most attractive patient she ever had the pleasure of caring for. Spike hoped it was her and not the 300-pound Nurse Wretched wannabe.

Just as the thought left his head, Big Bad Mama walked in. "The doctor has a new treatment for you. One of the other nurses will come it and give it to you."

"I don't need it, vampires mend quickly."

The nurse turned to walk away. "She'll be here in 10 minutes."

Only a few moments later, Spike saw a beautiful blonde nurse enter his room. This woman looked exactly like his beloved Buffy. Her white nurse's uniform was tight and hung to the petite roundness of her frame. She wore a pair of white high-heeled shoes, not standard issue hospital gear.

"Spike, I'm going to make your hands feel a lot better." Her voice sounded just like Buffy's as well. It was one of Spike's wet dreams come true, Buffy as his naughty nurse.

The nurse that looked like Buffy straddled Spike's slim hips. The short white nurse's uniform inched up her thighs, exposing her golden brown legs. Spike caught a peek at her lacy white panties.

He had actually thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Spike took a second to catch a breath, one he didn't need.

"I'm Buffy and I'm here for your therapy." She unzipped the nurses uniform just enough so, her breasts spilled out of the top.

Spike's cock got instantly harder. He didn't care that the pretty woman could probably feel it rapidly expanding against her crotch.

She used an educational tone of voice. "Now I want to make sure you get the feeling back into your hands. I'm going to suck on your fingers. One of my breasts is going to be in your mouth and I want you to suckle on my tits when you can feel what I'm doing to your hands." She seductively smiled at him, "Do you understand what we will be doing?"

Spike nodded. "Yes.." He tried not to drool, but it was impossible.

He was mesmerized by her glossy rose pink lips. Spike thought Buffy's lips were just the right amount of pouty. Full enough to be an erotic dream, but not so full that they became an obnoxious facial feature.

"Good." Buffy maneuvered her breast into his mouth.

He rolled his tongue around the virgin-soft mound that floated between his lips. He swirled it around until he found the nipple.

She giggled at his ministrations. "Spike, just do that when you feel my mouth on your hands."

"Alright, love." He said with a romantic edge. "I was just practicing sucking on your tit, I want to please you."

Buffy grabbed his left hand and took his middle finger in her mouth, blow job style, and began to pulse it between her lips.

Spike could feel it and nibbled on her chest. It felt so good to be close to her again. Her mouth was so warm against his sensitive and swollen fingers, he wished that she would eventually suck on other parts of his anatomy as well.

"That's a good boy. So you could feel me sucking on you?" She asked.

"Yes. I always feel you. You're all I think about, all I need. All my 5 senses hum when you walk into a room: touch, smell, sight, hearing, and taste. I come alive when I see you."

"Let me try the other hand and see if that one has healed properly."

She used her mouth to taste each one of Spike's fingers. Buffy caressed her tongue around each finger, up to the tip and down to the knuckle.

He eagerly feasted on her chest. Their mouths sucked at almost a perfect rhythm. Nurse Buffy couldn't stand the intensity building up between them.

"Spike, I've never done this with one of my patients, but you're irresistible to me. I can't control myself. " She pulled off her panties.

Spike looked at her as if he had never seen a naked woman before. He was so excited to see Buffy take charge in such a wanton manner. He couldn't take his eyes off her perfectly trimmed pussy. Spike could tell that she was very aroused, by scent and by sight. He could feel the humidity radiating from that sweet spot of her body.

Buffy pulled off Spike's hospital gown. He was naked and at her mercy and he couldn't be more content.

"I could feel how big you are. I just need it inside me. Spike you make me so hot. And I love taking care of you." She said as she stroked his shaft in an upward motion.

"God, Buffy. You make me feel so good."

After only a minute of fondling, Buffy bent down and kissed the tip of his cock. She lazily tongued the enlarged member, "I want to fuck you." She kissed his dick some more and spoke between pecks, "I can't wait for you to be inside me, again."

Spike's eyes widened with lust, "Buffy . . ." He was so turned-on he couldn't speak. His mind was focused on one thing, animalistic desire.

"Do you want to fuck me?" She looked up at him as her mouth was still licking his erect penis like it was a decadent piece of candy.

"I want to make love to you, because I love you and can't live another day without you. Being close to you is all I ever think about."

Buffy tilted her pelvis to the best angle to mount his colossal cock. She spread her legs apart and allowed him to fill her up in the most wondrous way.

Spike was in awe, as he watched Buffy ride him at full speed. Of course, Spike wasn't the type to just lay back and enjoy the pleasure; he bucked his hips to meet her with every thrust.

Spike clenched her waist with his injured hands. The way Buffy was stimulating his entire body was pure magic. "Oh fuck, Buffy. So hot. So fuckin' good."

She felt like a hot velvety glove against his cool column of flesh. Spike was pushed to the brink of ecstasy. He was just a few milliseconds from exploding inside her...

And time seemed to stop.

"Wake up, Mr. Spike." The mean nurse yelled roughly.

Spike was disappointed that his whole fantasy was just a dream. He pulled up another hospital blanket to hide his 10-inch erection tenting the bed sheets.

Spike thought to himself, God. I'm going to have to finish this up in a bathroom. Bloody wanker!

The nurse was looking at his face. She barely noticed the enlarged condition of his lower extremities. Spike took this as confirmation that the Big Bad Nurse was a lesbian.

She looked at him with a scowl. "We don't usually allow visitors, but there is a pretty woman here to see you. Should I let her in?"

"I'm up to see any gorgeous girl during visiting hours." Spike just figured it was Fred or Harmony that came to visit him in the hospital.

He was surprised that the object of his fantasies was standing in the doorway. Her arms were crossed.

"You're in big trouble, Mr."

Part Three: Reality Doesn't Bite

Buffy got Spike out of the hospital. She told the nurse that she could take care of him and wouldn't leave his side. The slayer was distant at first, but when she heard his reasoning, she softened. Buffy did call Spike, Angel Junior, for thinking she would be better off without him in her life. All he did was to growl at that notion.

They had a nice dinner and caught up with each other's lives. Buffy told Spike about her life in Rome. She shared a cute little villa with Dawn and was training slayers. Admitting that she dreamed about him every night was easier than she thought it would be. but he understood because he did that when she was dead.

Dawn was doing well in the Italian/American school and had a really cute boyfriend. Spike told Buffy he was anxious to see his little bit and was glad she was doing well.

Spike talked about his time in Los Angeles. He was a non-corporal ghost for six months and couldn't leave Los Angeles. She laughed when Spike told the story of how he kicked Angel's ass for a cup of Mountain Dew. He told her about the new friends he made and that he was beginning to sort of work with her broody ex. He was also becoming a true hero, someone that she would be proud to call her partner.

"I knew I would see you again. I knew you would come back to me. I knew that you still loved me." She said with a smile.

After dinner they made their way to Spike's tiny apartment "that Doyle guy" got him. He told Buffy this guy was trying to make him be a big hero or something.

She replied, "you're already are a hero to me."

Spike gave Buffy a tour of his little apartment. "Here's the television, got video games." He pointed towards the kitchen, "That is where I eat." He jumped on to the bed, "And here is where I dream about you."

"Would these dreams be the type of thing where you touch yourself?" She asked as she lay down next to him. "Do you wrap your cold hands around that amazingly thick dick and imagine my glossy lips around it?"

"Slayer, you naughty little slut. Since when do you talk dirty? Especially without me instigating it? I'm beginning to fall in love with you all over again."

Buffy instinctively placed her hand between his legs. "Since I've been dreaming about you all the time, I've gotten extensive experience with masturbation fantasies."

Buffy enjoyed the feeling of his hardness and his surprising warmth, she didn't know how vampire's erections worked and didn't care. She was fortunate enough to experience the result of the mysterious vampire physiology, something she truly missed, while she was separated from Spike.

"Good girl. So glad you have been pleasuring yourself and not having other guys making you come." He cupped her breasts to encourage this 'good' behavior.

"Well, I guess I shouldn't tell you about all those slayer orgies." Buffy said with a naughty gleam in her eye.

Spike grabbed her bicept roughly and positively. "That better be a joke."

She smiled brightly. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Buffy playfully hit Spike on the chest.

"God, I still love everything about you. I felt like I had to save myself for you." Spike said, although it was a little white lie, because the little fling with Harmony at the office. Spike didn't acknowledge it because he didn't come and the whole thing was a bad mistake, erased from his memory.

"I could tell. You haven't entertained many ladies in this dump."

"Just moved in, pet." Spike caressed her bottom. "Didn't have time to decorate and I knew I wasn't gonna stay long, I apparently had someone waiting for me in Rome."

Buffy pulled her blue sundress above her head. "I think its getting hot in here." She comfortably curled up beside him only in her bra and skimpy panties.

Spike leered at her, "now it is. . .you make me hot, pet."

"So you need me to take off your clothes? I better because of your hands." She said and immediately fumbled with his belt buckle.

"Are you sure about this, Slayer? I don't want you to rush into something that you're not ready for." Spike gazed at her with her longing. "Cause you know I want it, want you.'

"Of course I want it. Being separated from you only made me want you more." She said with conviction, "I love you, please believe me this time."

"Buffy you've proved it by coming to me, dreaming about me, and not forgetting about me."

She began to take off his pants and then realized she needed to take off his shoes first. Buffy took those old black boots off of his feet. "I've even missed these crappy Doc Martins."

"Missed my smart ass slayer." He said as he watched his goddess like girlfriend take off all of this clothes.

"You haven't changed. Spike and his perfect body still lives." Buffy kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, and his chin. "I want to kiss every part of your body to show how much I missed it."

Buffy nibbled on his neck. She made her way down to his nipples. His whole body sparked as she worked her way down. Spike received small kisses on every defined muscle of his abdomen.

"Pet, I've missed you. . .your beautiful lips are so warm, welcoming."

The slayer licked off a salty bit of pre-come pooled at the tip of his penis. "I've even missed how you taste."

Her lips explored Spike's shaft and would pulse tiny kisses on his balls. Spike spread his legs wider as her mouth teased his ultra sensitive glands.

He encouraged her. "Suck me. Come on Buffy. . .I know who much you love to suck my dick . .how you love to have this power over me."

Buffy looked up coquettishly. "Like this?" She traced a path up a blue vein as it reached the tip and rolled her tongue around the circumference. Buffy slowly began to bob her head, effectively fucking him with her mouth.

Spike exclaimed, "damn, I've missed you." He lightly put his injured hands on her soft shoulders.

She worked her lips around his thick rod. Buffy liked the way it felt in her mouth and how grew within her expert touch.

"God, slayer. . .oh fuck. . .harder, pet. . .just like that, baby."

Spike felt like his whole body on fire at her super hot touch. Buffy's mouth exquisitely squeezed his cock. Her small hand grabbed the base and lightly pumped it. His shaft was too large to be fully consumed by her mouth, so her fingers made up for it.

"Stop. Baby I wanna come together. I need to come inside you." His words almost floated through the air. "I've missed being close to you."

***

Spike was ready to enter her pussy. His cock was in position and he sweetly kissed his girl on the mouth. Each partner was shocked at the level of intimacy shared.

"Buffy, remember that I love you. . .and this is just not fuckin' we're making love."

She softly whispered, "finally."

Spike began to pump with desire. Buffy's entire body responded to the way he was penetrating her with such passion.

He looked deep into her lust filled eyes. "I love you."

"I love you." Buffy called out as she milked his throbbing cock.

Spike's gaze never left his slayer. She liked the possessive way he was holding her. Her lithe body wriggled beneath him. Buffy's legs wrapped around his slim waist in an attempt to have additional contact with more of his skin.

The vampire's mouth kept pressing cool kisses on her face, neck, and breasts. In between kisses he exclaimed with reverence, "love my girl."

Buffy moaned at all of the ways he was touching her, inside and out. "Ooh god . . .Spike fuck. . .so good. Love you! Fuck me baby."

This was the height of sensuality for both of them. It was different this time, because a special ingredient was finally added; it was mutual love.

The climax was especially emotional. Buffy's orgasm shook her pussy and overtook her with pleasure. She cried out, "love you," as tears of joy ran down her face.

Spike unloaded and gushed inside of Buffy as he came. His face was strained with desire. He looked at her with undying love. Spike had never been happier in his whole unlife.

He continued to work on pushing inside her until they were both spent, but it didn't stop them for exploring other methods of phenomenal pleasure. It took Buffy a few moments to catch her breath and then she was ready for round three.

***

Buffy spread her legs wide. He grabbed her thighs and forced her legs in the air. The vampire's blue eyes inspected her pink and exposed pussy; it was defenseless to his sexual whims.

"God, you're wet." Spike pushed his middle finger inside her open sex. It made a sloshing sound as he adamantly fucked her with a deliberate violation.

When she began to moan he extracted his roaming digit. He put his finger in his mouth and savored the sweet essence of Buffy's juices.

"You taste. . .like absolute heaven."

"How would you know Mr. Demon Hell-Spawn?"

"Damn. You don't know? I've been blessed by a woman that is a heavenly creature. You know your going back there, one day."

"You have to be with me. . ."

Spike gave her a curious look.

. . ."Because it wouldn't be heaven without you."

He nodded and flashed a brief smile before devouring her pussy.

Spike couldn't get enough of her. And that wasn't a problem, because he made love to her everyday after that. Spike and Buffy were forever.

The End