One Good Lay: Dreams Series by Trish

Dreams Series

Written by: Trish

Summary: Buffy and Spike are both having similar dreams. :)
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
Authors Notes: This takes place before Out of My Mind, but most of the things that have happened on the series have not happened in this fic. I don't want to call it an alternate universe, so let's say it's my universe. A lot of weird stuff happens, so bare with me, okay? By the way, some parts of the dreams are going to sort of interweave with things that happen in the show and in the fic, but others will have nothing to do with anything. Did I confuse you yet? I've already confused myself too. <g>
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Part 1: Nice Outfit

"This is your fault, you know," Buffy screamed at Spike as she wiped the
slimy demon blood off her face. "I was doing just fine on my patrol until
you came along and screwed it all up. I have things to do tonight, and now
look at me!"

The vampire watched her with an angry scowl as he took a drag of his
cigarette. "Listen Slayer, contrary to one's own self involved belief, I was
here to help. Me, doing you a favor! You're the one that bulloxed this one
up, not me. It's not my bloody fault that you've gotten so damn cocky. The
soddin' thing was about to eat you, and I killed it. So excuse me if I've
ruined your pretty lil' outfit, but I think you've got the better end of the
deal."

For the first time since Spike had beheaded the demon, Buffy finally stopped
whining long enough to take in his appearance. There was a deep gash on his
arm, and his shirt had been ripped away from his body. Blood marred his
features, and there was unmistakable pain contorting his face. With a sigh,
Buffy took him by his good arm and led him back to his crypt. "C'mon, lets
go get you cleaned up. I guess I can just go home and get ready again a
little bit later."

Once they entered the crypt, Spike sat down on top of his sarcophagus as
Buffy applied pressure to his wound. He winced a little when she touched it,
but he knew he would heal soon. He was a vampire. That's just how it worked.

After his arm was all wrapped up, Spike noticed for the first time that his
shirt was missing. "Bloody Hell, there goes another one." He stood up and
walked over to a cabinet where he grabbed another completely identical shirt.

Buffy followed him and stared in shock at what met her eyes. The cabinet
held several articles of clothing, but they were all the same. There must
have been at least 20 pairs of black jeans, 15 black t-shirts, and 10 red
button up shirts. "God, Spike, find a sale on an outfit one day, so you
bought the whole damn store?" He stared at her in confusion while she
continued. "I always thought you wore the same outfit. I never knew that
you stocked up on them!"

Glaring at her, Spike slammed the cabinet shut and turned on the tv. She
went to say something, but he silenced her with a look of death. "Bloody
Hell, Slayer! What do you think you're doing! It's Monday night at 9:00,
and you want to talk! Roswell is on, and if you make me miss it, I'll have
myself that one good day a lot sooner than I thought!"

With that said, he turned his back to her and turned up the volume. She
stared at him in disgust as he lost himself in the world of Roswell. "I
can't believe the things you watch, Spike. Passions... Dawson's Creek...
Roswell... What kind of vampire are you? And what's with you and the WB?"

Turning up the volume some more, he tried as hard as he could to ignore her.
"This is some quality programming, Slayer. It's not my fault that you spend
your telly time watching wanker shows."

Buffy bopped him over the head and pushed him over a bit so she could get
comfortable and try to get into the show. She had never seen it before, so
she didn't understand what was going on, but she was getting amused by
Spike's oooh's and ahhh's over everything that happened.

Finally the show ended, and the vampire sat straight up to see if there would be a new episode next week. He had figured out that the WB didn't mention
the next week's show if it was a repeat, so he crossed his fingers in hope
that it would be a new one. The announcer's voice came over the air, and
made Spike fall off of his seat in shock. "Next week is the WB series
finale!!! Noooo!!!!"

Buffy stared at him in amusement as he practically started to cry. "Spike,
get over it. It will probably be on some other network next season. Nothing
to get all upset over. They did that before to another show I liked, and it
all turned out okay. There there. It will be alright."

Spike looked up at her with hope in his eyes. "Really, Slayer? You're not
just saying that?" She smiled at him and reassured him with a nod. He
smiled in return, and then frowned for a moment. "Well then, I guess you
should be going. You said you have things to do." Realization dawned on her
as she jumped up from the sarcophagus and bolted towards the door. "Shit!
Sorry, Spike! See you tomorrow for patrol!"

When she got out of the crypt, she ran a few feet before she slowed her pace
to that of a snail. *Good job, Buffy. Pretend to have plans so you don't
feel like such a loser. As if you have to show off to Spike of all people!
The sad thing is, he's not even a person! Not really, anyway...*

For a while she walked around, looking for something to kill, but there was
nothing in sight. *God, the cemetery is really dead tonight! Heh. No pun
intended.* Finally admitting defeat, she trudged back to her house, and
decided to melt away her sorrows with a bubble bath, lots of calories, and
sad movies. That was just as good a way as any, right?

After her bath, Buffy settled down on her couch with a pint of Ben and
Jerry's and pushed play on the VCR. The room filled up with the sound of
Titanic playing, and she brought the spoon to her mouth. It was going to be
a long night...

Sniffling as she thought about what was going to happen to him soon, the
Slayer finished up the last spoon of ice cream while Jack and Rose shared
their first kiss. *At least they found each other, even if only for a little
while. It's better than what I have. All I've got is my ice cream, and even
that's gone now. Ah, well. Comfort food has no calories.*

Before the ship even started to sink, Buffy was fast asleep on the couch.
Sadness had worn her out, and she was soon in the deepest sleep of her life.
Normally she tossed and turned, but the dreams that came to her left her
lying still, unmoving.

She saw herself sleeping in her bed, with her alarm clock beeping wildly.
After what seemed like forever, her hand finally darted out to turn it off.
Mumbling incoherently, Buffy got up and went into the bathroom to take a
shower. The warm water splashed across her body, and when she went to pick
up the shampoo, she was momentarily taken aback. Her hair products were
nowhere to be found. Instead, there were three bottles: Mayonnaise, Demon
goo, and Spike products.

Shrugging her shoulders, she spread the mayonnaise through her hair,
remembering that it was supposed to make your hair shiny, and washed her body
with the Spike products. She lathered the white substance onto her body,
wondering why it was so sticky, and rubbed it onto herself until it was
nothing more than foam. Once she was all rinsed off, she went into her room
to get ready for school. She put her hair up in an elaborate twist, and made
sure that her makeup was perfected before she finished getting ready. Then
she took off out the door and hopped onto a tricycle to get to her first
class.

Once she was there, she could feel everyone's eyes on her. She looked
beautiful, and she knew it, so their gazes were welcome. A boy with piercing
green eyes handed her a rose with a card attached, and complimented her on
her outfit. She smiled in thanks, and cut her thumb on the side of the card
when she looked down at herself. *Shit, I forgot to put my clothes on this
morning. I hate it when that happens!* Thinking nothing else of it, she
started walking towards the building with a smile on her face.

When she stepped into her first class, she was surprised to see that Xander
was the teacher. "Hey Xand! When did you start teaching?" A scowl came
across his face as he shook his head at her. "Miss Summers, I don't know how
you behave to your other teachers, but that attitude is not acceptable in my
classroom. Go to the dean's office, and take care of your thumb while you're
at it. It's bleeding. Nice outfit, by the way. Now go!"

With her bottom lip trembling, Buffy walked out of the classroom and started
down the hall. When she looked down and saw her thumb, a tiny drop of red
hit the floor and she screamed before she fainted. The next thing she knew,
she was lying in a hospital bed with a respirator attached, and an army of
doctors in Speedo's loomed over her. Spike stood in the waiting room, pacing
back and forth with tears in his eyes. He saw a doctor walking by, and
grabbed him.

"Please Doc! Tell me how this happened to her!"
"I'm sorry son, but it's serious. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Tell me what it is, mate. I have to know!"
"I'm sorry, but it's a paper cut."
"God no!!! Be honest with me. Is she gonna make it?"
"We're trying to find a cure for her right now, but only time can tell."

An idea entered Spike's mind, and he hit the doctor in the nose, Three
Stooges style. Grabbing his Speedo from him, the vampire changed into it and
ran into the room that Buffy was in. Using a really bad French accent, he
urged the other doctors to stand back so he could make her well again.

He took her hand in his and gave her a kiss on the forehead. *God, I hope
this works! Stay with me, Buffy.* He took a good look around at the rest of
the doctors, and nodded for them to stay back. When he opened his mouth
again, he started singing Tainted Love. Suddenly Buffy jumped back up from
the hospital bed, and pulled his mouth to hers in a crushing kiss. "Buffy, I
want you." "Spike, I love you. God, I love you so much!"

When her dream came to an end, the Slayer bolted upright in her bed with a
gasp. She looked around and saw that she was back in her own reality. Her
mind remembered how her dream ended, and a horrified look crossed her face.
"Oh God, no. Please no!"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Part 2: Only A Dream

"Bloody Hell! It's almost noon!" Spike jumped up from his chair when he realized the time. He walked over to his tv and turned it down before he crawled onto his sarcophagus, and slid under the covers. Once Buffy left him, he curled up in a ball on his chair, and started to watch a movie marathon. Apparently he had lost track of time, because 14 hours had gone by, and he had still been there. *It's all the Slayer's fault; always is. Stupid soddin' bint.* With that thought in mind, the vampire drifted off into a day full of dreams about how he felt about the 'stupid, soddin' bint'.

In his dream, Spike saw himself standing under a balcony. *Why the bloody hell am I dressed like a wanker?* Before he could think of a reason for where he was, why he was there, and how he got there, he could hear a Spanish accent drifting out through the window. Without even thinking, he sang up to the voice.

"Buffy! Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!"

"Spike! You can't be here! If Xander comes home, he'll find you here!"

"He's at the dance, luv. Come down... Just for a minute."

"A minute is not enough."

"For an hour then!"

"I cannot."

"Then forever!!!"

"Spike, I think I hear Giles. I'll be right back!"

The lovesick vampire stared at the window while he awaited her return. In the background he could hear her yell, "Momentito Senor Watcher!" A confused look crossed his face when he saw where he was again. *WHY am I here? And when the hell did the Slayer learn to speak a rough version of Spanish?"

Once again, she went back to the balcony, and this time he climbed up to her. He pulled her into his arms, and together they started singing. "Tonight, tonight, it all began tonight! I saw you and the world went away. Tonight, tonight, there's only you tonight. What you are, what you do, what you say!"

Spike brushed his thumb across Buffy's cheek and stared deep into her eyes. Almost in slow motion, their heads began to move closer together. When their lips were almost touching, Spike still didn't understand why he was there with the one he hated more than anyone else. Before their lips met though, a gunshot rang out, and everything disappeared.

Spike was suddenly standing by himself in a never-ending field. He looked around, confused, and realized that he wasn't as alone as he thought. He saw Angel walking by wearing a pair of bellbottoms and a tie-dye shirt. Relieved to see someone that he knew, even if it was someone he hated, Spike yelled out to him. "Wanker! What the bloody hell is going on?!?" *And why the bloody hell am I singing?* In response, Angel hit him in the jaw with a sack of coins. "Don't call me that! My name is Judas!"

Stunned by his action, and confused by his words, Spike fell to the ground with blood gushing from his face. His eyes fell shut in pain, and when he opened them again, he saw Buffy standing there wearing a sign around her neck that said, Mary Magdalene. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, her soothing voice started to sing out to him.

"Sleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you and anoint you
Myrrh for your hot forehead..."

He tried to explain that he was fine, but she shushed him and started singing again.

"Everything's all right
Yes everything's fine
And it's cool and the ointment's sweet
For the fire in your head and feet
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And relax
Think of nothing tonight..."

Finally he gave in, and warmed to her touch. *I don't understand the lot of this, but maybe it's not so bad...* When his eyes opened again, he was being whipped by Xander, and the rest of the Scoobie's were screaming, "Crucify! Crucify!" He could see Buffy on her knees crying, and when she blew him a kiss, he felt a cross burning into his back, once again leaving him alone.

This time, he was standing outside of a school on the bleachers. His hair was greased back, and he was wearing most of his own clothes. The only change was that his duster had been replaced with a shorter leather coat. He took a look around him, and saw a lot of familiar faces surrounding him, all dressed similarly. Looking down, and across the parking lot, he could see Buffy sitting at a picnic table, wearing a flowing skirt, and very unrevealing top. Seated at the table with her was Anya wearing pants, Tara digging through her macaroni and cheese, and Willow with pink hair. *Looks like the Witch had a spell gone wrong!*

Spike's mind was pulled back to his current location when Oz smacked his arm and asked him about his summer girlfriend. *I don't have a girlfriend!* He wanted to say what he was thinking, but his mouth betrayed him once again, as he started belting out a song. Even though he was singing, he could still see both him and Buffy while they erupted in song and dance.

"Summer lovin, had me a blast!"
"Summer lovin' happened so fast!"
"I met a girl, crazy for me!"
"I met a boy, cute as can be!"
"Summer days, drifting away, to uh, oh those summer nights!"

Still not knowing why he was singing, Spike decided to make the most of it, and get into the song. Once he started to get confident with his singing, his mind went blank, and he forgot the right words.

"She ran by me, said I'm a vamp."
"He went by me, got my suit damp."
"I tied her up, had her wrists bound!"
"He showed off, splashing around!"
"Summer sun, my unlife's undone, but uh-oh those summer nights."

A proud smile covered his face while he improvised the words of the song. He thought that he had everyone hooked, but Greaser Riley took a step closer to him, and started to shout. "Those aren't the words! I demand order and discipline! Everything must be done according to plan!" Everyone stared at the former soldier in shock while he shouted at Spike. Buffy came running up from the picnic table and stared at her summer lover with joy in her eyes. Before she could get close enough, Riley had pulled out a stake and jammed it into Spike's heart. His last words were, "Buffy, I love you." Willow looked at Buffy, confused, and said, "Sandy, who's Buffy?"

When his dream came to an end, Spike jumped up, unsure of how to react. He went over to his tv, shut off the marathon, and started to pace. *Get it together, mate. It was only a dream. It never would've happened if you hadn't been watching all those bloody musicals! And so what. You told Buffy you love her. It was only a dream! Doesn't mean a soddin' thing."

Spike nodded to himself in affirmation of his self denial when he heard the door being pounded open. He nearly jumped a mile when he saw the Slayer standing there in a pair of leather pants and a halter top. *No, my dream didn't mean anything. God, she's beautiful... Nothing at all. Look at those legs... She's still the same annoying slayer. What I wouldn't do to have a piece of that... Nothing more.*

Buffy stepped further into the crypt. "Uh, hi Spike. Ready to go on patrol?" He nodded to her and pulled on his duster as he walked out of the shadows. When she saw him, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "Uh, Spike? Are you gonna put some clothes on under that?" He looked down indifferently and replied, "Shit, I guess I forgot to put my clothes on this morning. I hate it when that happens!*

Nearly choking as she thought back to her dream from the night before, Buffy grabbed him by the arm. "What did you say?" Spike moved her hand off of him and went to throw on a pair of jeans. "I was kidding, luv. I just have to put on my jeans, and the rest of my clothes are already on. Have a problem with seeing me naked then, do you?* Her face turned red as she allowed herself to breathe again. "Oh, um, okay. I just didn't want to have to look think about you being naked."

Spike gave her a confused look, and walked out the door, with Buffy trailing after him. They walked through the cemetery in an awkward silence, both unwilling to strike up a conversation. After a while of no words being spoken, Buffy quietly mumbled a tune. "Go, greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile. Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin'!"

This time it was Spike who had to control his choking. "Why the bloody hell are you singing that?!?" She looked at him like he was nuts for a moment before she spoke. "Jesus Christ, Spike! What's gotten into you?" His jaw dropped open even more at the thought of Jesus Christ Superstar. "Gah! Stop it!"

With her hands on her hips, Buffy turned to him and said, "Spike, if you have a problem with my singing, come up with your own damn song!" Entire civilizations rose and fell while they stood there glaring at one another. Finally Spike shrugged his shoulders and started to sing the first thing that popped into his head. "Sometimes I feel I've got to <snap snap> run away! I've got to <snap snap> get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me..."

Staring at him in shock, Buffy tried to chase away the image of Spike in a Speedo singing that song in her dream. "Okay, okay! You win! Just no more singing!" Spike noticed where her gaze was directed, and gave her a cocky grin. "Why Slayer, if I didn't know any better, I would think you want me!" Shaking, she glared at him, and replied, "The day I want you is the day you're in love with me, Spike."

Memories of him telling her that he loved her in his dream hit him at the same time that she thought back to him telling her that he wanted her in hers. They stared at each other for a good long while, and both jumped up at the same time.

"Sorry, Slayer, but I've gotta run. I've got-"

"Things to do and stuff."

"Right."

"Yeah."

Both scurried to get out of the cemetery and away from each other. While he walked back to his crypt, Spike continued trying to reassure himself. *It didn't mean a thing... She's right. I couldn't love her anymore than she would want me.* When he turned his head, he saw Buffy staring at his retreating form with want and need. His face paled even more than usual, as he broke into a run. "Gah!"

*~*~*~*~*~*

Part 3: Sex On the Beach, Please

*Get a grip on yourself, Buffy. Stop staring at Spike as if he was an Adonis. Or naked. Or maybe even a naked Adonis. Okay, thoughts not going where I want them to go.* Buffy's mind raced faster than her legs as she ran back through the cemetery after Spike had caught her staring at him.

*Maybe a naked Adonis in my bedroom, covered in whipped cream.* Her eyes grew wide when that thought struck her, and she started to run even faster. In her opinion, there was no way that she could move quick enough.

*Okay, Buffy. Think of something gross, that's the only way to get your mind off of it.* While she tried to focus on something not too appealing, her running slowly turned into a jog, and eventually she was walking at a snail's pace.

*Maggots. Principal Snyder. Principal Snyder naked. Principal Snyder naked and covered in maggots...* Those thoughts did nothing except thoroughly disgust her, and soon she realized that she was going to have to think of something happy again to calm down the growing sickness in her stomach. She just couldn't win.

When Buffy finally got back to her house, she stepped inside and slammed the door shut. Dawn came down the stairs and gave her a questioning look, but upon seeing her sister's face, thought better of asking anything too personal. She did, afterall, value her life. A lot.

Wordlessly, the Slayer glared at her sister and stomped up the stairs, mumbling silently. Dawn stared on in wonder, as she overheard Buffy muttering how Spike would even be sexy if he was covered in maggots before her door slammed shut and she flopped on her bed.

Once in her room, Buffy had decided that there was no point in staying awake. All she was going to do was think back to her dream where she had told Spike that she loved him. On the other hand, if she fell asleep, there was a good chance that she would have another dream about the one thing she didn't want to face. As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, her mind continued to run. *Nah, what are the chances of that happening? It's not like it meant anything...*

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Of course it means something," Angel shouted to her in her dream. "You told me you would always love me, Buffy. And look where I find you! In a low down, skanky male strip joint! What does that say about you? What does that say about us? How could you do this to me?"

"Angel, what the hell are you doing here then? It's not like you followed me here! You were here first!"
"That's not the point. I'm not here for the strippers, unlike some people." "You're at a strip club, but not for the strippers? Then what are you here for?" "Don't turn this around on me, Buffy. I'm here for the escort service. I have plans to play horseshoes with one of the ladies. Unlike you and your dirty... dirty... dirty dirtiness!"
"Angel, this is a MALE strip joint! What ladies?!?"
"Er, good point. Gotta go."

Shaking her head at the weirdness that was her life, Buffy sat down at a bar stool while her former love stalked off into the club. She honestly couldn't even remember why she had gone to the strip club, and it was driving her mad. *Maybe I should just leave, and save myself the frustration.*

As she was about to stand up, a bartender walked over to her and asked what she wanted to drink. "Sex on the Beach, please." He nodded as he started mixing the drink for her. "Will that be with or without Spike, miss?" A contemplative look crossed her face while she thought about it. "With, please."

He gave her a stern stare when he went to grab a bottle from on top of the counter. "You do realize that if you choose to have it with, this becomes NC-17, right?" A look of horror crossed her face. "Oh, no. I'd better make it without then." His features relaxed as he brought her drink over to her. "Okay, miss. Nothing higher than PG-13 then, okay? Wouldn't want to break the rules!"

Buffy smiled at him in thanks as she took a sip of her drink. A not too amused look came over her face when she realized that there wasn't even any alcohol in it. She went to say something to the bartender, but before she could say a word, he dropped a sign in front of her.

Drinking Age is 21, so no alcohol will be permitted to those in PG-13 mode. Thank you, and have a nice night!

A groan escaped her lips as she read the sign and stood up to leave. *Oh, well. I guess it doesn't really matter if this is PG-13, right? It's not like I'll be missing out on anything." No sooner than that thought crossed her mind, a low humming sound emanated from the speakers, before a voice started to speak.

"Ladies and Angel, I am proud to introduce our hottest, baddest, most prized stripper at the Living in Denial strip club. Let's all give a round of applause to our star of the evening! Let's hear it for Spike!"

Taking a look around her, Buffy quickly sat back down again. *Maybe I could stay for a few more minutes...* When she settled back to enjoy the show, she was amazed by the reaction of the crowd. Everyone was screaming wildly, and she had even seen a few women faint; and that was before Spike was even out there!

When he did come running out, Buffy completely understood what all the commotion was over. He was standing there, wearing a pair of leather pants, and a tight gray shirt that showed off his toned body perfectly. From the belt buckle of his pants hung a pair of handcuffs with the words, "Take me now" engraved in the cold metal.

Buffy did her best to get as close as possible to the heavenly creation standing before the crowd, and absent-mindedly tossed three ladies through a window in the process. Her heart skipped a beat or ten when Spike winked at her from up on the stage. *Okay, I think I'll definitely stick around for a while.*

Without warning, the music started thumping through the speakers, and Buffy had to control herself to not giggle. *Paula Abdul? They have him dancing to Paula Abdul? This is gonna be so lame...*

<<Lost in a dream
Don't know which way to go
If you are all that you seem
Then baby I'm moving way too slow>>

Buffy took back what she thought as Spike ripped off his shirt in one swift movement. When she saw his perfectly sculpted abs, and his drool worthy chest, she seemed to lose all thoughts of anything. Spike dropped himself to the floor and started to slither his way toward Buffy, pumping his ass in the air with every movement. Slowly licking his top lip in a suggestive manner, he dropped a piece of paper into her lap before he stood back up and continued dancing.

<<I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door
How about some information--please>>

Without tearing her eyes off him, Buffy tried to unfold the piece of paper in her hand. It proved to be difficult to even breathe when Spike stared straight into her eyes and moved his hands over his chest.

<<Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to love me forever oh oh oh
Or am I caught in a hit and run
Straight up now tell me
Is it gonna be you and me together oh oh oh
Are you just having fun>>

Temporarily putting the note back into her lap, Buffy did her best to keep her tongue in her mouth when Spike raised his eyebrows and licked his own nipple. Behind her, she could hear the sound of many bodies thumping to the floor.

<<Time's standing still
Waiting for some small clue
I keep getting chills
When I think your love is true>>

The vampire slowly undid the top button of his pants while he thrusted his hips up into the air, making for a perfect view of the outline of what was to come. In the background a man went around the room and swept the bodies of all the fainted women to the side of the stage.

<<I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door
How about some information--please>>

Slowly, Spike started to wiggle out of the restraining leather pants, shaking his ass and grinding his hips in tantalizing rhythms. When his pants were down to his knees, he tossed Buffy another note that had been in his pocket.

<<Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to love me forever oh oh oh
Or am I caught in a hit and run
Straight up now tell me
Is it gonna be you and me together oh oh oh
Are you just having fun>>

With a sharp intake of breath, Buffy sat there and waited for what was hidden behind door number two. Spike had just stepped out of his pants, and he wore nothing but a g-string that said, "Door Number Two." While his hands went to the side of the offending garment, he pointed to the note and winked at her.

<<You are so hard to read
You play hide and seek
With your true intentions
If you're only playing games
I'll just have to say--bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye>>

Buffy's hands began to work at the note again while her eyes stayed glued to Spike's glistening body. Keeping eye contact with her the whole time, he slowly slid the g-string down his body, but briefly paused for her to read the note.

<<Do do you love me
Do do you love me
Do do you love me
Do do you love me>>

When he stopped removing the now seriously offensive material, Buffy frantically grabbed at the note, and skimmed it over. After she read it, her eyes narrowed in confusion. "PG-13, remember, luv?" She didn't understand what that meant, but figured that she could find out after Spike was naked.

<<I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door.
I'd like some information, please.>>

Knowing what would be awaiting her, Buffy slowly brought her gaze back up to the stage, and noticed the g-string lying on the floor. Starting at his feet, Buffy let her eyes travel upwards, and held her breath in when she got to the most important part. Imagine her surprise when all she found was a black box marked censored.

<<Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to love me forever oh oh oh
Or am I caught in a hit and run
Straight up now tell me
Is it gonna be you and me together oh oh oh
Are you just having fun>>

Buffy's eyes widened in shock when she saw that. She tried moving her head so that she could get around the box, but there was no use. She had chosen PG-13, and that's what she was stuck with. Completely devastated, Buffy picked up the second note that Spike had given her, and gasped at what he had written. "Buffy, all you have to do is admit how you feel, and you can have any type of dream you can imagine. That's all there is to it, pet. Do you love me?"

<<I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door
Are you more than hot for me
Or am I a page in your history-book
I don't mean to make demands
But the word and the deed go hand in hand
How about some information--please>>

Buffy stared at him with the truth evident in her eyes as Spike stepped over to the edge of the stage and started dancing in front of her. That damned censored box was still covering anything that might have been nice to see though. His body was almost on top of hers at that point, swinging every which way possible.

With a deep intake of air, Buffy whispered the words, "I love you Spike." To her relief, the black box was gone, but with nothing holding him back any more, Spike's newly exposed luggage went flying toward the one thing that had been most eager for it. "Oh, God!"

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Jumping up in bed with a start, Buffy's hand flew up to touch her eye. Trying not to think about how badly her dream had ended, she grazed the area with timid fingers. When she felt the swelling, her head started to spin, and everything went black.

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Part 4: Whatever Makes You Happy

*So she wants me. Big deal. I mean, who wouldn't want a piece of me? Just another thing for her to get her knickers in a twist over, is all. Doesn't mean a bloody thing. As long as I know that I don't want her, everything's fine, and I know that I would never even think of shagging her. Just the thought of her tight little body wriggling on top of mine makes me sick. Bleh.*

Spike's mind raced a mile a minute as he paced back and forth in his crypt. He had been wearing a hole into his floor since the second he got home, and that had been over two hours ago. He just couldn't seem to get the image of Buffy and her wandering eyes out of his head, and it was driving him mad.

He didn't understand why, considering that a few months ago he would have just used her desire for him as something to torment her with. Somewhere along the line, things had changed though. For the past few months, their relationship had been different. Not only did she go to him for help every day, but he also showed up to help her on patrols nightly. They had even spent time together doing what could only be described as bonding. Of course they both claimed to hate it, but deep inside they knew how far they had come along.

Finally Spike stopped his marathon around the crypt and sat down for the first time that night. He was just completely tired of thinking, so he decided to neglect the rest of the world and go to sleep. The sun would be up soon anyway, so there really was no point in him staying up much longer. Snuggling deep into his worn out blanket, he closed his eyes and let dreams chase away his horrible reality.

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"Bloody Hell, not again!"

Spike ran into his crypt as fast as he could to get away from the terrible storm brewing outside. Completely disgusted, he hurriedly took off his trademark outfit and threw it in the corner before he heard a little squeak coming from underneath the clothes. He slowly walked over while he tried to shake the rain off of his glistening body, and jumped a mile (literally) when he saw where the sound had come from.

"Slayer! What the bleedin' hell are you doing here?"
"Spike! You're naked!"
"Yeah, what of it? I just got pissed on, and I want to take a shower. That still doesn't explain why you're here though!"
"Pissed on? Spike, it's called rain. And I'm here because you told me to pick you up at 7:00. Have you been working out?"

Spike looked at his body, fully letting it dawn on him for the first time that he was having a conversation with Buffy without his clothes on. He tried not to let it bother him as he bent down to pick up a sheet to wrap himself in, but finding a sheet proved to be harder than it should have been. Actually it was his engorged shaft that was harder than it should have been, but he tried not to pay much attention to the irrelevant details.

Giving up on trying to be graceful, Spike let out a low growl and hopped into the shower which was oddly placed where the sarcophagus should have been. He turned the water up to a nearly scolding temperature and happily ran his fingers through his hair. Looking down at his fully erect cock, he thought back to Buffy sitting outside of the shower, and a smile spread across his face.

His hand reached out to grab the shampoo bottle, and Spike Jr. gave a little twitch when the Slayer entered his mind again. Thinking of all of the things that could be done in the shower, Spike lathered the Herbal Essences shampoo into his hair as he lowly started to mumble.

"I've got the urge. I've got the urge to fuck her..."

Finishing up his shower quickly, he climbed out of the tub and went to grab a towel to dry himself off. He let out a low growl when he realized that he didn't bring one in with him, and something told him that he really shouldn't head back out there naked with the state of mind that he was in. Moving the curtain aside a bit, he called out to Buffy, hoping that she would actually help him instead of being the pain in the ass that he knew she could be.

"Slayer! Do me a favor, and throw some clothes in here for me!"
"What do you want to wear, Spike?"
"I don't give a bleedin' damn! Whatever makes you happy, pet."
"Really? Oooh, okay! I've got just the thing!"

A moment later, a wad of clothing came flying into the bathroom, and knocked Spike to the floor with a thud. Standing up, he stared at the material in disdain while he tried to figure out exactly what he was supposed to do with it. *It looks like my head goes here, but then again, it might be able to fit through here...*

With a snarl, he finally did the best he could with it, and stepped back into the room with Buffy. When she saw him, her eyes lit up, and she let out a low whistle. He stood before her wearing a nylon suit which could best be described as something that a male ballet dancer would wear, that clung to every part of his body, perfectly accenting his slim yet muscular shape. He looked down at himself with an angry scowl and took a step closer to Buffy who was all but drooling.

"Slayer, why am I wearing this... thing?"
"You're wearing that thing, because you said to give you whatever makes me happy."
"And this makes you happy?"
"It does more than that. It turns me on, Spike. You turn me on."

Taking a gulp, he took another step towards her, letting his eyes appreciatively roam over her body. When he was standing nose to nose with her, he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, wanting to make the moment last. Their lips molded together, gently at first, allowing them to savor their time together, since they both knew it could be their last.

*Gentle Spike, Gentle. I don't want to scare her away! I've been around for quite some time now, and I know what these birds like. Nice and slow is the way to keep them begging for more. Yeah, baby, I've still got it!*

Spike's hand went up to weave itself into her hair while his tongue entered her mouth, and her arms wrapped around him in return. With their tongues tangling together, and their hands softly caressing each other, Spike could have sworn that he found his Mecca. Things just couldn't get any better than that.

For a brief moment, he pulled away from her to lift up her shirt, but she put her hand up and stopped him. *Great going, you bloody wanker! I knew she would want it nice and slow, but I had to try to move her faster than she wanted...*

Before he could scold himself any further, Buffy hit him hard in the chest and knocked him to the floor. "Spike, don't play games with me. I want it hard, and fast, and now!" With that said, she was on top of him, grinding herself against his throbbing erection, and her mouth found his once again. Her lips crushed into his, nearly bruising him with her ferocity, and he let out a low moan at the feelings she invoked.

With the speed that only a Slayer could possess, she quickly ripped off Spike's outfit, leaving him entirely naked on the floor of his crypt. Not even bothering to undress herself, she winked at him in a suggestive manner, and slithered down his body until her mouth was hovering over his shaft.

Without even giving him a warning, she licked her lips, and brought her head down on him. Swirling her tongue all around it, she slid her mouth up and down on his cock, loving every sound that he made in response. His hand reached down to fondle her breast, and she arched her back into it, taking him even deeper into her mouth. A moment later, Spike sat partly up and began tugging at her pants, guiding her to shift her positions so he could return the favor.

Spike laid back down on the floor, with Buffy's moist entrance positioned at his mouth, and his swollen member positioned at hers. His tongue slowly lapped at her, eager to taste every part of her, as he inserted two fingers into her passage. She moaned around his cock, sending wonderful vibrations through him, and making him move faster.
Caressing his balls with one hand, and grasping his ass with the other, Buffy took him as far into her mouth as her body would let her, and increased her tempo with every feeling of pleasure that he gave her. His hips started to move along with her, and soon they were both shuddering and wiggling all around each other as their climaxes drew closer. Spike's tongue diligently concentrated on her nubbin as his fingers moved faster and faster inside of her, and soon he felt her walls fluttering around them. As she rode out her climax, her moans made him vibrate and her speed increased, soon making him spill his cold seed into her mouth. As she collapsed on top of him, the last words out of Spike's mouth were, "I love you, Buffy."

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Completely stunned by his dream, and how good it had made him feel, Spike jumped up in his bed, repeating the words from his dream. Before he could try to figure out if there was any relevance to what he had said, he heard a small squeak in the room. Dreading what he might find, he slowly turned around, and found himself in front of Buffy, who was staring at him through her black eye. Nervously glancing at him, she whispered the words, "You love Buffy?"

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Part 5: The Big One

*He loves me?*
Buffy stared at Spike in shock after she overheard his words. Ever since she had woken up that morning, there was something inside of her that kept saying for her to go to him, to just give in to what she felt. When she finally decided to go to his crypt, she had expected to either act like a fool while trying to hide her feelings, or to look like a fool if she did let him know how she felt and he laughed at her. Instead though, they both just stood there looking equally foolish while they tried to come up with something to make the situation seem less embarrassing.

"Slayer! What the bleedin' hell are you doing here?"
"Umm, I needed your help! Yup! That's it. There's a demon running loose and I need you to help me kill it."
"What kind of demon?"
"Uh, a big one?"
"Right then. You came here before the sun is even down for me to help you kill a big demon. You're totally off your bird, you know that?"

Giving him the most vicious look that she could muster under the circumstances, Buffy stepped out of the shadows and moved closer to Spike. *Good job, Buffy. I'm sure that he didn't notice that I'm lying, even though I probably couldn't have even fooled Harmony with that stupid excuse. A big demon... Yeah, I'm a bright one. Stupid, stupid, stupid...*

"Shit, Slayer! What happened to your eye?"
"Oh, um, this? It was the, umm, it was the demon! I was walking through the cemetery, and it attacked me! It got me right in the eye, the stupid bastard."
"Well what happened to the demon? Did you kill it?"
"No, that's why I'm here! I just couldn't kill the demon responsible for this no matter how hard I tried."

Looking down at the floor, Buffy did her best to avert Spike's gaze while she went on with her story. She couldn't believe that she was trying to cover for her dream by blaming it all on a demon. *Well technically it is a demon that caused it. I mean, yeah, I must have hit myself in the eye when I was sleeping, but in my dream it was all cuz of Spike's, er, luggage. Let's not forget that Spike is a demon, so I'm really not even lying! Not much, anyway.*

"Okay, so it's strong... What did it look like, luv?"
"Oh, well, I didn't get a very good look at it, but it was big. Very big. Huge, in fact. It's head stood out even more than the rest of it, and uh, it only had one eye."
"Sounds like an ugly lil' bugger. Anything else? Was it slimy, scaly, prickly..."
"Well, it was hard."
"Hard? Cor, Slayer! This is starting to sound like a soddin' porno flick gone wrong!"
"Spike, you're a pig. I just meant that when I hit it, I felt like I was pounding on something made of steel or something."

When Spike walked past her to light a cigarette, Buffy let out a sigh of relief that he had bought her story. Just because she had been saved from the embarrassment of letting him know that she had been having fantasies about him naked, didn't mean that their problems were over though. No, they were only just beginning.

As much as they didn't want to face it, Spike had said that he loves her. Even though he didn't know it yet, she was only there to let him know how she felt about him. Buffy's brain was screaming for her to let him know, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell him. Instead, she sat next to him on the sarcophagus and tried to act natural and ignore everything that was going through her mind.

He looked over at her, and it took all of his self control to refrain from making his dream a reality. There was something that she wanted to say. He could see it in her eyes. Since she had already heard him say that he loved her, he tried to be rational and force himself to talk to her about it. Luckily she hadn't laughed at him, so there really wasn't anything else for him to risk losing. He looked over at her again, and their eyes met for the first time that night. It was at that moment that he looked over at her and really understood what her eyes were saying. Suddenly, telling her how he felt didn't seem so scary.

"Buffy, be honest with me, luv. Why are you really here?"
"I- I told you, Spike. The demon..."
"Pet, we both know that there isn't a demon out there. So why are you here?"
"I so don't have time for this. If you don't want to help me, then fine. I'll get someone else to do it."

Avoiding his gaze once again, Buffy stood up and started walking towards the door. *Shit, shit, shit! How am I supposed to explain this to him? I could just stake him and never have to answer the question... Of course I would hate myself for the rest of my life, and not even God would have mercy on my soul... Shit, shit, shit.* As her hand reached out to open the door, Spike's voice cut through the silence.

"I love you, Buffy."

Her feet seemed to be frozen to the floor when she heard that. Slowly turning around, Buffy let her eyes meet his as she searched for truth in his words. The cocky grin that she had grown accustomed to was gone, and in its place was a genuine smile that reached up to his eyes. As she stepped closer to him, his eyes said all that she needed to know. They spoke of nothing but love.

"I may be a monster, but I do know how to love, Buffy. You might not see it now, but if you'd only give me a chance, you would know what love really is, too."
"Spike-"
"I know, I know. This is too much to handle all at once. I'm supposed to be your enemy, and blah, bloody, blah. But Slayer, things change. I know that you've noticed the difference in us."
"Spike, I love-"
"And I did see you looking at me that night in the cemetery, pet. So, you must-"
"Damn it, Spike, shut up!"

He stared at her with a wounded expression for a moment, not understanding where her reaction had come from. He had been so caught up in his monologue that he hadn't even noticed that Buffy was trying to talk to him. Looking back at her with a small pout, he motioned for her to say whatever she felt was necessary.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy moved closer to him and looked deep into his eyes. She could see that she had hurt him, and there was really only one thing that she could think of that would make it up to him. Taking his hand in hers, she lightly brushed her lips across his in a soft kiss. She gave his hand a small squeeze, and brought her mouth to his again.

Their kiss was gentle, sweet, loving. It was the kind of kiss that people dream about. The kind that little girls hope they will experience with their Prince Charming someday. Mostly, it was the kind that neither of them thought that they would ever experience.

When their lips moved apart, Spike was speechless. He had expected that she would have a strong reaction to what he told her, but he mostly saw it ending with a lot of his blood and a pointy wooden object through his heart. This was not what he had expected. He was shocked to say the least.

"Spike, you were right. There was no demon. I came here because... I came here because I wanted to tell you I love you."

At that point, there were no words that could describe what Spike was feeling. He was a lot more than happy, and far beyond ecstatic. There was only one thing that he couldn't understand.

"If there is no demon, how'd you get the black eye?"

In response, Buffy pulled him up against her, and sent her lips crashing down on his. Their mouths opened, and their tongues interwove together, pushing all of their emotions to the surface through that kiss. Her nails raked across his bare back, and his hand tangled itself into her hair, drawing her even closer to him. While their tongues continued to battle, Buffy noticed something hard digging into her thigh. *At least my description of the demon was accurate...*

When they pulled apart briefly, Buffy was nearly gasping for breath. Spike took in her appearance, and it was likely that he would have let her stake him if she wanted to at that moment. He had never seen her look more beautiful than she did right then. Her hair was tousled, lips swollen, and eyes full of desire as she stared at him.

When her arms went up to remove her shirt, Spike decided that he would have even staked himself if he could just spend another day with her in return. Despite what he wanted, he gave her a light kiss on the forehead and faced the other direction as he began to speak.

"Cor, luv, you're beautiful. And I would be the luckiest bloke out there if you would be mine tonight. You see, the thing is that I couldn't forgive myself if I let this happen without knowing it's really what you want. I understand if it's too soon, and I would wait for all of eternity for you. I just don't want to rush you, pet."

When he finished speaking, he turned around to face her again. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he saw Buffy's clothes lying in a pile on the floor, with her standing completely nude before his eyes. She gave him a sly smile, and motioned for him to follow her. Feeling more happy than he had ever been before, Spike merrily obliged, and trailed behind her to the bed. She pointed to it without saying a word, and when he sat, she began to slowly remove his clothes, leaving a kiss with every newly discovered inch of his body.

When it got to the point where he was only in his boxers, Buffy wiggled her eyebrows at him, and practically tortured him with the leisurely pace she was moving at. When she finally had him fully undressed, she stepped back to admire her work, with her smile broadening more with every second that passed.

After what seemed like an eternity, Spike pulled her down onto the bed with him, and started to nuzzle her neck. In a hushed voice, Buffy whispered, "Mmmm, well aren't you just a sinner..." He smiled at that, and pulled her mouth to his while he gently massaged her breast. A low moan escaped her lips, and her hand wandered down his body, finally reaching the 'demon' of her dreams. She took his pulsating shaft, and slowly pumped it in a heavenly rhythm, occasionally changing the pressure and tempo.

Spike broke their kiss when his head lolled back in pleasure, and his hand traveled down her body until it reached her dark nest of curls. His mouth replaced his hand on her breast, as he licked around her rosy nipple and inserted a finger into her hot passage. He moved his digit in and out of her while he gently rubbed her swollen nubbin with his thumb, losing himself in the feel of her.

Wanting to experience every part of him that he had to offer, Buffy lightly moved him, and positioned herself so that she was straddling him. Keeping eye contact all the while, Buffy guided his throbbing cock into her, and let out a throaty moan while her walls stretched around him. When she adjusted to his size, she began to slowly rock on top of him, moaning louder with every movement. He held on to her hips and sat up to take a nipple into his mouth while she rode him into ecstasy. She started to tighten her muscles around him, and he knew that the bliss that he was feeling wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Removing one hand from her hip, he moved it to her clit, where he gently rubbed in small circles. Her moans grew louder, and she squeezed harder as she felt her climax approaching. When it hit her, she let out a breathy sigh of his name, and grinded herself against him even harder. Once she calmed down, Spike flipped her over so that he was on top of her, and began to thrust into her intensely. She moved his tousled hair off of his forehead and pledged her love to him while she stared into his eyes. He pumped into her more rapidly, and kept eye contact when he knew that his orgasm was going to hit him soon. When his cold seed shot into her, he lowered his mouth to hers, and poured out every emotion that he had into that kiss. Lovingly stroking her cheek, he moved off of her and pulled her into his arms, wanting nothing more than to hold her.

They laid that way, in silence, for a long time after they made love. A thought crossed his mind, and Spike propped his head up on his elbow while he played with Buffy's hair.
"Buffy, how did you get that black eye?" She gave him a content smile, and a small kiss on his lips. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Spike." He accepted her response, and made a mental note to pull it out of her later, since he was certain that it wouldn't be all that hard to persuade her.

Still holding her close, Spike gave her a loving kiss on the shoulder, before he let his eyes droop shut. He could tell that they were going to have a long day ahead of them, so sleep was sounding like a good option. Soon they were both asleep, and they were both visited by the same types of dreams that they had been having for all that time. The only real difference was, they dreamed of things that had already happened, because their minds couldn't possibly construe a better dream than what they already had in reality. That day was a new beginning for the both of them, and from that point on, when they dreamed, they dreamed together.

The End

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