Crash Course in Mechanics

 



Written by: The Cryptic Twins

Fancy Me Yours Awards "Best Episode Stealer" Runner Up





Summary: Buffy, Spike-bot. Nuff said! ;)
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Friday Morning


It is overcast in Sunnydale, but this doesn't dampen the enthusiasm of the Scoobies' camping trip. Buffy had declined to go, preferring instead to have a long relaxing weekend to herself. At least that's what she had told them.

With Giles and Spike gone to LA the night before for a few days, at the insistent demand of both Angel and Wesley, she was literally on her own. Once she sees Dawn, Willow,Tara, Xander and Anya off, she takes a deep breath as she sets her plan in motion.

Walking briskly towards Warren's house, she thinks with no small amusement that she is probably taking the same steps Spike had a few weeks ago. She reflects that if she hadn't been having those erotic dreams about Spike, she would not be doing this. Even now, awake, she shudders at the thought, which is exactly why she has to get it out of her system. "Besides, it will only be for three days, no one will find out" she reasons.

Buffy goes down her mental checklist regarding all the supplies she needs for "It".

"OK, I've picked up the boots at the army surplus," she thinks out loud, "and I got other clothes from the crypt last night. Warren said I could pick him up around 11:00 am today. Poor Warren, all I said was that he owed me when I made my request but he looked terrified. God, Giles would kill me if he ever found out about this."

Steeling herself, she walks up to Warren's door and rings the doorbell. She hears footsteps approach, then, "Just a minute!" as Warren answers the door.

"Hey Buffy, c'mon in."

"Hey Warren, is he ready?"

Warren grins proudly and says "See for yourself" as he steps aside.

"Is he… Well… Um… Fully functional?" she asks haltingly.

"Fully func?… Oh… Oh! Yeah. You just have to make…contact with it… uh… Can I go now?" he asks nervously, he'd had just about enough of this sex-crazed town.

"But, is he all there?" she insists.

"Well.. I… Uh…" he stutters, unsure on how to answer.

Weary, Buffy walks over to the Spike-bot and pulls on its belt to sneak a peek.

"Uh… He'll do!"

Relieved, Warren grabs his bag and makes a hasty retreat. All of a sudden the Spike-bot comes to life and says "Hello Cutie". Hearing him speak, all of Buffy's dreams come back into vivid detail. The Spike-bot pulls Buffy toward him and he kisses her fiercely. She responds in kind, surprising herself with the intensity of her actions. Buffy then realizes that they need to find privacy, and fast. "Let's go to your place" she says breathlessly, the Spike-bot follows.

They barely make it to the crypt without tearing each other's clothes off. Once inside Spike's crypt, they crash against the nearest wall and all inhibitions fly out the window. Buffy is pawing at the Spike- bot's chest as she tries to remove his shirt. The Spike-bot is kissing down her neck and fondling with the buttons of her jeans. Once Buffy's pants and panties are off, she manages to free the Spike- bot's rigid member. "I need you inside me….NOW!" she exclaims. The Spike-bot enters her quickly and hard. Buffy is so wound up that within a few pounding thrusts, she is screaming her release, "God yes… Oh Yesssss!!!" which triggers the Spike-bot's own climax.

After Buffy recovers, she hears people outside the crypt. Mortified at the thought of being found in this compromising position, she throws on her jeans hurriedly and leaves with the Spike-bot for home. Thank God this version of Spike can walk in the sunlight, she thinks. They walk into her house and she tells him "I'm just gonna check if I have any messages, make yourself at home."

Buffy walks into the study and sees that there is one message on the answering machine. As the tape rewinds, she has a seat in her high- backed leather chair behind the desk. The message starts to play and she hears Giles' voice. "Ah, h-hello Buffy, this is Giles… We made it to LA and I haven't staked Spike yet…" Buffy lets out a small laugh at that thought. "We anticipate staying here with Angel until Monday, good bye and oh… Take care of yourself." The message stops as Buffy rubs her hands over the soft brown leather chair. Slowly an image comes to mind and a grin appears on her face as she thinks about using the chair later in a wicked manner.

Buffy walks out of the study to look for the Spike-bot. She calls out for him:

"Spike, where are you?"

"Up here luv" he answers.

She walks up the stairs and finds the Spike-bot in her room…with her vibrator in hand… and a mischievous grin on his face. At first Buffy is embarrassed, but then remembers that he isn't the real Spike. She walks up to him and asks:

"What are you gonna do about it?"

"A few things come to mind" he replies seductively.

The Spike-bot starts to kiss her using his tongue to pry open her mouth. She gladly bids him entrance. He pushes her to the bed and starts to remove her top. The Spike-bot lightly moves his hands onto her stomach and gently cups her breasts. Buffy starts to moan as he massages them and his mouth descends on one nipple. She lets out a gasp as his tongue and teeth caress the peak. He provides the same attention to her other breast.

Suddenly the phone rings on her side table dresser. "Aaaahhh Shit!" she whimpers. Blindly reaching for the phone it topples to the floor. Trying not to laugh, she playfully pushes the Spike-bot away as she grabs the receiver.

She struggles to keep her composure as she says "Hello?". She covers the mouthpiece and whispers to the Spike-bot "It's the gallery, so ssshhhh!". Turning her attention back to the phone conversation, she watches as the Spike-bot proceeds to quietly unbutton her jeans. Buffy helps him by lifting her hips as he slides her pants down her legs. He removes her shoes and socks and discards the clothing on the floor. Buffy continues her conversation, "Uh huh, whatever you think is best." She again covers the mouthpiece and whispers, "Spike, take off your shirt." She studies him as he removes it and admires Warren's work. The Spike-bot returns to his ministrations on her breasts. Buffy tries not to moan with pleasure as she responds with "Ooookaaaay, If you have any further questions, feel free to give me a call". She hangs up the phone and says "Next time I'm gonna let the machine get it." The Spike-bot looks up at her and smiles, she gets lost in his ocean blue eyes. Her heart flutters unexpectedly, but she dismisses it as lust.

The Spike-bot travels down Buffy's body to her pleasure center leaving a trail of light kisses along the way. She closes her eyes as she surrenders to the sensations. Buffy runs her fingers through his hair as his tongue darts around her folds. She hears a low growl escape from him as he laps at her core. She gasps and grabs at the bed sheets. The Spike-bot reaches over and takes hold of the dildo and turns it on. Placing the head at her entrance, his tongue circles her clit. He teases her by pushing the vibrator in an inch then removing it. Buffy groans and tries to lift her hips to receive its length, "Ahhh Spike…. Give it to me!". The Spike-bot continues to bathe her with his tongue as he gives in to her pleas. He thrusts the dildo in and out of her, each time going further into her womb. Buffy is crying and thrashing about on the bed. The Spike-bot lightly nips and sucks on her clit as Buffy explodes with an intense orgasm.

She slowly recovers as he crawls up her body. When he kisses her mouth, she realizes that she can taste herself on his tongue. They kiss languidly for a while until Buffy feels her eyes begin to close. Throwing a blanket over them both, she leans into him to have a quick nap.

Later, Buffy awakes with pangs of hunger.

"Are you hungry?" she asks the bot.

"I am if you are" he replies.

She stares at his spiked messy hair and says:

"I like your hair that way. You should wear it like that more often."

She throws on some sweats and Spike's shirt. As she pulls it over her head, she can smell the real Spike's scent. She breathes it in with a sigh.

Buffy walks out of the room and down the stairs, a topless bot in tow. They have a quick snack then head to the living room and settle down to watch "Gladiator". They neck during the previews and miss most of the film making out on the couch. After the movie, Buffy notices that the sun is going down.

"I guess I should do some patrolling," she tells the bot, "You stay here, I will do a quick sweep."

She gets up, removes his shirt, hands it back to him thanking him then goes upstairs topless.

"Any time Slayer" he says, too happily.

Buffy changes into her slayer clothes, as the Spike-bot refers to the romance file in his database.

"Buffy likes romantic surprises. I will surprise her with a romantic dinner" he states, accessing the folder with her favorite foods.

The Slayer arrives home sometime later with the welcoming aroma of her favorite pasta dish. She walks into the kitchen and says:

"Hi honey… I'm home!"

"Good evening, pet," he drawls as he kisses her softly on the lips, "I've missed you".

"I could get used to this" she sighs.

Buffy walks into the dining room to see the table set with candles and flowers from the garden. She hears soft music playing in the background, as the bot walks up behind her with a plate of pasta in his left hand and a bottle of Perrier in his right. "Have a seat luv." She sits down as he places the dish in front of her. "This smells good!" she states as she takes her first bite, "And tastes good too!" she adds with an appreciative smile on her face.

As Buffy eats the scrumptious meal, the Spike-bot refers to the conversation folder.

"So Buffy, did you have a good slay?"

She nearly chokes on her mouthful and replies:

"Yes Spike, I did. I dusted four fledgelings. No biggie."

"That's my bloody little Slayer" he proclaims.

"Yeah, it was a piece of cake."

She takes a sip of her drink and says:

"Speaking of cake. What's for dessert?"

"One of your favorites. Chocolate fondue" he says with a devilish grin on his face.

She mimics the smile as she stands to go into the kitchen. Leaning over she whispers in his ear "Let's take this upstairs." The Spike- bot turns his head and passionately kisses her. She pulls away and commands him "Meet me upstairs in my room…Naked". With a big grin on his face, he obeys.

After getting all the goodies from the kitchen, she opens her door to find the Spike-bot in the middle of the room… Without a stitch of clothing on. "Well don't you look lickalicious now!" she says as she starts to feel a warm tingling between her legs. Buffy walks up to the bot and stands behind him. She runs her hands along his muscular back, as she kisses him between his shoulder blades. The bot purrs as Buffy's tongue travels down the length of his spine.

"Lie down on the bed… Sunny side up" she giggles.

The bot lies down on its back as Buffy starts to remove her clothing. She straddles him, as she reaches to get a piece of orange and dips it into the fondue. She then places the dipped morsel into the bot's mouth. He lets out a low growl as he sucks off the chocolate. Buffy repeats the steps, but brings it to her mouth and takes a bite. "Mmmmm, this is soooo yummy!" she enthuses. Buffy notices that some of the fondue has dripped onto the bot's chest. Picking up a strawberry, she dips it generously into the chocolate sauce then proceeds to let it drip even more onto his upper torso. After eating the strawberry, Buffy presses her breasts against him, smothering herself with the sweet chocolate. She lets out a low moan as the bot lifts her enough to taste her fondue-glazed breasts. Buffy throws her head back and grinds her hips against his already hard cock to release a cry of pleasure.

The bot gently tugs at her nipple with his teeth. Buffy pulls away to lap on his sauce covered chest. She gives his nipples the same treatment, making him squirm beneath her. Buffy nibbles her way down his stomach, licking off the sticky sweetness. The bot leers at her, "Feeling wicked are we?". He picks her up and turns her around to lower her sex onto his mouth. Buffy squeals with delight and leans over to engulf him in her mouth. He sighs as Buffy slowly bobs her head up and down. Reaching the tip, her tongue darts out to swirl round the head. As Buffy nears her climax, she reluctantly pulls away from the Spike-bot's talented mouth and impales herself on him. Knowing that she is not too far from her orgasm, she rides him hard looking for her release, followed quickly by his own.

Recovering from their chocolatey sexcapade, Buffy has an idea:

"Let's go to the Bronze," she suggests, "I feel like dancing."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, but I think we need to take a shower first."

Twenty minutes later they both emerge from the shower refreshed.

"Oh, I have something for you to wear tonight" Buffy tells him.

He follows her dutifully to her room.

When they exit the house, Buffy gives the Spike-bot the once over.

"Hmm, I'm glad we spiked your hair, Spike" she chuckles at the pun.

She had gotten the button down shirt and the pair of khakis from Spike's crypt for just this occasion. Of course he had to wear his token black T-shirt underneath. She had also found the brown leather jacket in his collection to finish the ensemble. Buffy is wearing a sea green slip dress and black pumps along with her black leather jacket.

The stunning couple walks hand in hand towards the Bronze, the threatening clouds starting to release the impending down pour. They reach the Bronze just in time to avoid getting soaked.

As soon as they enter the club the bot lights a cigarette. Buffy finds her favorite booth surprisingly unoccupied, especially since it is the Friday night crowd, and goes to sit down. The Spike-bot pulls her onto his lap instead and Buffy decides to stay there as she kisses him deeply. A waitress approaches and asks "Can I get you two love birds something to drink?". Buffy pulls away from the bot's embrace and blushes as she asks for a coke and a beer, then turns back to the bot to continue where she left off. The waitress returns a few moments later with their drinks as the live band plays a fast song.

"Spike, let's dance!" Buffy begs as she pays and tips the waitress.

"Whatever you want luv" he responds.

They walk to the dance floor and get into the swing of things. When the song ends, the band breaks into the sensuous "Fire" by Bruce Springsteen. "Oh, I love this song!!" the Slayer exclaims. The Spike- bot pulls her close and they start to grind. His hands are resting on her waist as her arms snake underneath his jacket and caress his strong back. They are looking into each other's eyes then Buffy turns her head as the bot kisses her neck. She closes her eyes as the bot's tongue traces her earlobe. Briefly Buffy wishes that he were the real Spike. "I want you" she says breathlessly into his ear. With her pulse racing, they forget their drinks and leave the club. Outside the skies are thundering and ablaze with lightning. Unable to hail a cab, they run all the way home.

Laughing and soaking wet they cross the threshold. Buffy remembers then the chair in the study. "Come with me" she says as she removes her coat and shoes. The Spike-bot removes his own coat as Buffy pulls him by the belt. She leads him into the study and they undress each other. Both of them naked, she orders him to sit down in the leather chair. She seductively climbs on top of the Spike-bot and runs her fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back. He moves his hands upward, along her back to grab her soaking hair to expose her neck. He nibbles along her collarbone.

"Too bad you can't morph and really bite me" she sighs.

"I can try" he replies huskily, but he doesn't succeed with his blunt teeth.

She runs her hands all over his wet torso, then further down to guide his engorged length into her. Holding onto the top of the chair, she begins to maneuver her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his curls. His hands caress her stomach and move up to her breasts to pinch her nipples. Panting, Buffy starts to speed up the pace. Using her upper thighs for leverage, she moves up and down on the bot's cock. He moves one hand down between them to enhance her orgasm. He rolls her sensitive button between his thumb and forefinger, which sends Buffy over the edge. "Oh God!! Oh God!!!" she cries, the Spike-bot soon follows suit with his own replica of an orgasm. She slumps against him, resting her sweaty head on his shoulder. Regaining her power of speech, she lazily says:

"I'm tired, can you carry me up to bed?"

"Your wish is my command, Buffy" he says as he lifts her up in his arms and takes her up to her room, gently placing her on the bed.

Just before she drifts off, she tells the bot:

"I'd like to go to the beach tomorrow".

"Then that's what we'll do" he softly replies.

Soon after, she's sound asleep in the Spike-bot's arms.



Saturday


Early next morning before Buffy wakes, the Spike-bot is up and preparing the supplies for a day at the beach. When everything is ready he gently kisses her to wakefulness.

"Everything's ready luv," he tells her with a smile, "get up so we can get started".

Grinning, Buffy gets out of bed and heads for the bathroom. "I'll be down in five" she informs him as she puts her beach bag together. She is surprised to hear a car honk in her driveway. Looking out her window she sees Spike's Desoto with the bot behind the wheel. Excited at the thought of an entire relaxing day at the seashore she runs down the stairs, locks the door behind her and hops into the black car.

The drive to the beach is done in companionable conversation. When a lull occurs lasting more than five minutes, it prompts the bot to ask:

"Are you ill? Do you need to slay something?"

Buffy laughs.

"What, are you offering?"

"Main course, luv" he replies wiggling his middle section.

Not one to back down from a challenge, Buffy reaches across to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans. Feeling bold she reaches for his cock and strokes it till it's hard, all the while enjoying the bot's growls and moans of approval.

"So Buffy," he hisses, "are you just gonna keep doing that or are you gonna put your money where your mouth is?"

Unbuckling her seatbelt, she leans across till her head rests in his lap. She takes him in her mouth and works on him until his hips jerk forward and she hears his strangled cry just as they arrive at their destination.

"Perfectly good timing" she muses.

Walking hand in hand toward the secluded beach they notice a cave nearby. They decide to change their clothes there, then race each other into the ocean. Playfighting in the water they take turns between swinging at each other and exchanging deep, wet kisses. Giggling they are washed ashore by a strong wave. A little tired Buffy lies down on the sand. The bot offers to put lotion on her body and she readily agrees. Soon it becomes an erotic massage, his strong hands kneading the tense muscles in her shoulders, then move down her back to untie her bathing suit top. Buffy sighs in contentment. He then proceeds to remove her bikini bottoms and continues massaging his way down her body. He asks her huskily to turn sunny side up. Buffy chuckles as she obliges. The bot then begins to massage her feet. Spreading more lotion in his hands he works his way up toward her thighs. Buffy begins to squirm as he nears her throbbing center. Shifting in the sand she opens her legs for easier access and he settles himself there. He starts by kissing and nipping her inner thigh to tease her, going closer to her mound but passing over it and moving to the other thigh. Buffy whimpers in frustration. The bot leaves a slick trail as his tongue nears her inner folds. Impatient she grabs fistfuls of his hair pressing him down where she needs to feel his tongue the most. He accomodates her by lapping at the juices that have started to flow. She shuts her eyes at the wonderful feeling that is coursing through her body. Darting his tongue over her sensitive clit he introduces two fingers in her. Moving them in and out, he waits until Buffy is near to climaxing before removing his hand. With swift motions he turns her around so that she is now on all fours. Buffy growls her approval. He enters her from behind and thrusting energetically he doesn't let up until he hears her scream his name.

Exhausted from all the day's activities they opt to have their supper in the cave they discovered earlier. Having reached the cave the bot slips on his black jeans while Buffy puts her pants and t-shirt back on. He builds a fire and he hands her the picnic basket so she can choose something to eat. Once she has finished her meal, they come together once again, this time tenderly, making love slowly for the first time.

Afterward they sit by the fire, Buffy's back resting against the bot's bare chest, looking at the serene and brilliant sunset.

"You're the only who can see through me, that I can count on to tell me the truth" she tells him quietly.

"Yes I can" he replies too enthusiastically.

Buffy smiles at the bot's inappropriate reaction. What would Spike have said? What is the point to think that way anyway, she thinks sadly. It's not as if she and Spike are ever going to happen. Still, she has to admit that this is nice.

"You make me happy Spike, I wish we had more than three days" she whispers.

Spike accesses the romantic foreign language sentences file.

"Yo soy tan tuyo como la playa del mar. I belong to you as much as the beach belongs to the sea. I'm always yours."

"This is perfect" she declares.

"What is?" he asks.

"Everything. The setting, the weather, what you say, you…"

There is a pause, then:

"Do you want me to restart this program?"

"Don't use that word. Ever. Just be Spike"

The bot smiles broadly and nods. Feeling sleepy Buffy lies down and the bot spoons her.

Back in Sunnydale a tired Giles drops off an irate Spike at his crypt. "I need tea. Tea and sleep. Sleep for three days. Might need a little Scotch in the tea" he thinks to himself as Spike grabs his stuff grumbling.

"Bleeding Poofter making us go all the way to LA for something that could have been handled over the phone" he rants to the night sky.

Walking into the crypt Spike is hit by Buffy's scent. He turns around searching for her until his eyes fall upon a piece of clothing lying on the ground. He bends downs to pick it up and realizes that they're Buffy's panties. The scenario that Spike creates in his mind to explain the presence of the undergarments enrages him. Fuming and seething with jealousy he paces the crypt. How dare the Slayer have sex in his home and with what wanker had she hooked up now? Angry beyond words he ruminates and plans to find out who this new suitor is and how he can tear his arms out without activating the chip. His agitation is too great so he heads out to Buffy's house when he sees that his car is missing.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaims, "not only is the bitch shagging a new loser but someone's stolen my bleeding car!"

Furious, he stomps to Buffy's house determined to have it out with her. After a while of pounding on the door he concludes that she's not home. Frustrated, he returns to the crypt with the firm intention of commiting horrible acts upon the Slayer and her new beau tomorrow night.



Sunday


Late Sunday morning Buffy and the bot drive back to Sunnydale. The ride is uneventful and Buffy naps for most of it. Once they reach her house, she draws a bath for them to get all the sand off. Just as they are about to get in the soapy water the phone rings. Buffy runs to her room to get it. It is Xander calling to tell her that they are having a great time and that they will return later that evening. As she talks to her friend the bot presses his body against hers. She grabs his shaft and he instantly hardens. When Xander tells a particularly funny anecdote, Buffy lets go of the bot's member as she laughs and asks Xander for more details. Five minutes later she hangs up the phone and turns to see that the bot's manhood is flaccid.

"Are you like a screensaver that goes on standby after a few minutes of non activity?" she asks.

"You bloody know it, baby" the bot replies happily.

Buffy rolls her eyes.

"Okay loverboy, in the tub you go".

After they are sand free, they get dressed and Buffy decides to take the DeSoto back to Spike's place before he returns from LA. Once the car is parked, Buffy and the bot head for Spike's crypt to return the clothes she had borrowed.

Inside the mausoleum Spike is sleeping lightly due to his agitated nerves. He is awakened by voices and footsteps just outside the door. Recognizing Buffy's voice he quickly hides himself in the level below behind the sarcophagus. Suddenly the door swings open and he sees Buffy enter followed by…himself.

"If the real Spike ever found out about you he'd tear apart your circuitry" she sighs.

"I don't understand that comment but thank you for the warning" the bot declares.

Buffy then whispers something that Spike doesn't catch. Confused at first, Spike's eyes go wide as Buffy and what is obviously a robot get on the tomb and start making out. Soon the bot is pounding into Buffy who exclaims in the heat of passion "Spike! I love you so much". Already unbearably hard from witnessing Buffy come, Spike's mind explodes at her words. Reeling, he sinks to his knees as happiness overwhelms him.

The vampire waits anxiously till they are gone and quickly relieves himself coming hard in his hand. The Slayer loves him, he repeats out loud, incredulous. As soon as it is dark he will play his own game with Buffy, he thinks, as a happy and warm feeling envelops him.

Buffy and the bot return to her house to watch the movie "10 things I hate about you". It's a silly but enjoyable flick and Buffy desperately needs the distraction to avoid thinking of what she has to do later to end what has turned out to be a wonderful long weekend. She cuddles with the bot hanging on to her illusion. She knows well enough that soon the real world will come crashing down on her. When the movie ends, Buffy decides on a whim to do one last thing with the bot. "C'mon Spike, let's fight. Show me some of those famous moves of yours" she tells him. They go out the backyard and have an all out sparring session. They end their fight with no clear victor as the sun begins to set. Sweaty and aching, Buffy wants to take a shower alone as she needs some time on her own before having to deactivate the Spike-bot. "Wait for me downstairs Spike, I'll just be fifteen minutes" she tells him. The bot nods and wanders around the living room.

As soon as the sun begins to fade over the horizon Spike bolts from the crypt and sprints to the Summer's house. There he cautiously creeps toward an open window. Listening carefully, he overhears Buffy telling the bot that she's going to take a shower. Taking his cue from her, Spike waits until she's out of sight then calls out to the bot.

"Hey you there! The bloody robotic wanker!"

The bot is intrigued and heads for the window.

"I am not a robot" he states then adds as he notices the ressemblance, "Say, we're bloody similar".

"Yeah, right. Why don't you step out so we can verify that" proposes Spike.

The bot nods and comes out the front door.

"Good God!" exclaims Spike as he studies his double. "I almost wish I could send you to Dru-"

"Dru is bloody stupid," interrupts the bot, "and she's so not there. She gives me the wiggins".

Spike bursts out laughing then with efficient speed distracts the bot, remembers the mechanics of his own Buffybot, and reaching under the armpit, searches for the on/off switch, finds it and deactivates the bot.

"Sorry about that mate but it's time for Buffy to deal with the original Big Bad" he drawls.

After hiding the bot in the backyard, Spike stations himself just outside the door smoking a cigarette. As an added precaution he messes his hair to look like the bot. Soon after he hears Buffy coming down the stairs.

"Spike? Where are you?" she calls out to him.

"Out here luv" he replies.

Buffy finds him outside the open door.

"Come back in Spike, I have to talk to you" she tells him turning her back to him.

Spike smirks cockily, pushes himself off the wall and waltzes in, the de-invite revoked.

As soon as he walks through the door she beckons him upstairs. These are her last moments with the bot and she doesn't want to take any chances in case the gang comes back earlier than expected. Going into her room she shuts and locks the door behind her. Immediately she flies into his arms for a hungry kiss. And just as quickly, Buffy knows something is wrong. This kiss has more feeling and depth. She pulls away from him and notices the duster. The duster that Spike took with him to LA.

"It's you!" she cries, "You-you!"

The game is up and Spike knows it.

"The one and only baby. Did you forget something at my place?" he asks innocently as he reaches into his pocket and retrieves her panties.

"Oh my God, Spike!" she shrieks, embarrassed at having completely forgotten about them and confused at her feelings of being in his arms.

"The question is, pet, now that we both now that you want me, do you love me?" he asks seriously.

"I can't believe it's really you" she says not answering his question.

Annoyed, Spike morphs into gameface and growls:

"Satisfied that it's me? Can you now answer my bloody question?"

"Obviously," she begins slowly, "you know more than I'd like you to know. Guess there's no real point in lying to you."

Spike begins to smile.

"And my robot?" she asks shyly.

"No more toys for either one of us" he tells her as he pulls her to him.

Buffy's heart has been pounding ever since she realized he was the real Spike. Remembering the past three days it becomes clear to her that she is in love with him and was only trying to mask her feelings as lust. She grins and puts her arms around his neck pulling him even closer.

"Three days of me, huh?" he muses as she giggles. "You lucky bitch" he growls as they tumble to the ground.

Ripping off each other's clothes, their tongues battle, hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time. Their mouths slant hungrily over and over again, kissing desperately. They laugh as Spike struggles to lower his jeans letting out a stream of expletives underlying his need to be in her.

"Slayer, you don't know what you do to me" he hisses in her ear.

He kisses his way down to her breasts and suckles them avidly. Buffy reaches blindly for his cock but the minute she touches it Spike groans:

"Sorry luv but I can't wait anymore"

Her mind clouded with passion, Buffy readily agrees, guiding him to her. They both start to tremble with the strain of their need. Unable to further deny their bodies, he sinks into her depths making them both moan. Overwhelmed with love for Buffy and the fact that he is finally inside her, Spike pauses to look into her eyes:

"I love you Buffy" he declares.

"I love you, you love me" she says in a singsong, unable to resist teasing him a little.

"I hate that soddin' purple dinosaur" he says with a smile before he starts to thrust wildly into her, taking them into a blissful state.

Just when they groggily begin to recover they hear the front door open and then "Buffy! We're home!". The vampire and the Slayer stare at each other grinning.

"So who's going to break it to them? You or me?" she asks.

"Let's let the bot do it" he deadpans as Buffy playfully throws a pillow at him.
 



The End


 

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