Falling Into Heaven


Written by: Pattyanne
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Summary: Inspired by the unedited final scene from Smashed.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Buffy grabbed him by the lapels of his coat and flung him violently across the room of the crumbling house, watching with pleasure as he landed flat on his back, stretched out on a broken set of stairs.

She advanced slowly as he struggled to his feet. "Me? I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot," she taunted him. "Poor Spikey. Can't be a human...can't be a vampire...where do YOU fit in?"

Spike swung his fist directly at her face. Buffy ducked and punched him as hard as she could in the middle of his abdomen. As he doubled over, she threw him across the room again. He landed in a heap, in a pile of broken brickwork that had once been a grand fireplace.

"Your job is to kill the slayer," she said, following his path across the room. "But all YOU can do is follow me around making moon eyes."

Spike raised his head and glared at her. "I'm in love with you," he said harshly.

Buffy felt a momentary thrill at those words. He had said it before, more than once, but tonight it touched a nerve in her that hadn't been touched in a very long time.

She shook off the feeling immediately. "You're in love with pain," she informed him. "Admit it." He regained his feet as she approached. "You like me," she added, "because you enjoy getting beat down. So, who's really screwed up here?"

If looks could kill, she'd have dropped dead then and there.

"Hello! Vampire!" he said sarcastically. He swung his fist at her face again, but she deflected it easily, so he grabbed her arms and squeezed them. "I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side," he said angrily. He lifted her off her feet and slung her across the room like a rag doll.

Buffy hit the wall hard, then slid to the floor. He gave her no time to recover. He stomped over to her and grabbed two handfuls of her jacket front.

She tried to stop herself from falling, but he was too strong and he tossed her easily. As she came to rest on her back, he came after her and planted one foot on either side of her.

Spike reached down and lifted her slightly. "What's YOUR excuse?" he demanded, shaking her till her teeth rattled.

Buffy replied by placing her hand on his face and shoving him so strongly that he flew back several feet. He smashed into a concrete pillar, dislodging a huge chunk of it as he hit the floor.

Jumping immediately to her feet, Buffy found that he was already standing up. He planted his feet firmly, waiting for her. She ran across the room and tackled him, sending them both back on the landing of the staircase.

Spike was the first one on his feet, and he took advantage of the fact by again wrapping his fingers in the front of her denim jacket and pressing her down hard on the stairs.

The edge of the stair dug into Buffy's back, making her gasp with pain.

He laughed as she struggled to break his grip, bringing all her rage screaming to the surface. She swung her left fist, connecting briefly with his face. He repaid her with a stinging slap of his own.

Yanking her roughly to her feet, he kept his grip on her clothing. "I wasn't planning on hurting you...much," he said, grinning devilishly.

No way was she gonna take that!!

"You haven't even come close to hurting me!" she snapped.

"Afraid to give me the chance?" he asked, a challenge in his voice.

Even the suggestion that she was in any way afraid of him enraged her. She broke his grip and threw him against the wall she had been pressed up against.

She stared at him, her chest heaving. Locking her gaze with his, she was strangely unsurprised when she began to realize that her anger contained a large measure of sexual arousal. She felt an awareness that, no matter what else he was, he was indeed a man. A man who had developed a power over her that she could not explain or control.

He was dangerous. Exactly the kind of man she should stay far away from.

So, why couldn't she stay away?

Spike looked at her through eyes dark with lust. "You afraid I'm gonna...." was all he could say before she pinned him to the wall and shut his mouth up with hers.

She felt his startlement, but he recovered quickly and responded to her with passionate intent. The kiss was ardent, almost angry, and they surrendered to it in equal measure.

Buffy slid her left arm behind his neck to keep him where she wanted him. Her right fist punched into the wall next to his head, putting a large hole in the plaster.

As she worked her hand loose, Spike held her left arm so that it stayed around him. Slipping his left arm around around her waist, he hauled her body against his.

The slayer moved her hand, caressing the side of his face. She parted her lips beneath his, and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

She met it with her own tongue, and he moaned softly when he felt her cheeks contract and realized that she was sucking his tongue, keeping it in her mouth.

Lifting her off her feet, he reversed their positions in the dance, placing her against the wall. He retained his claim on her mouth and leaned into her, grinding his pelvis against hers. His dick had hardened into a steel bar during their fight, and he wanted her to know it...to feel it.

Buffy did feel it, and her body responded, becoming wet and swollen, preparing itself for him. Wildly aroused, she whimpered deep in her throat.

Spike pushed harder, rubbing himself on her thighs, desperate to ease the straining hardness between his legs. Buffy lifted her hand to cup his jaw, trapping him, keeping his mouth on hers.

He could have kissed her for hours, but she needed air. As he pulled back slightly, she heard the sound of plaster cracking. She placed her hands on his chest and shoved him away hard, following just as a massive beam came crashing down where they had been standing.

Neither of them noticed or cared.

Spike fell against the opposite wall and stayed there, waiting for her. She threw herself at him as his arms opened to catch her. Grabbing his shirt, she yanked him down and again took possession of his mouth.

He wrapped his arms tightly around her, lifting her against his thighs. She gave him what he wanted, grinding herself shamelessly against his hard cock.

Buffy had never been this excited before, had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted this one. No one had aroused this kind of wildness and fierce passion, and she wanted it to go on and on, and never end.

Spike bent his knees slightly, then straightened up, lifting Buffy into the air. She wrapped her legs around him as his mouth continued to devour hers. His tongue began to slide in and out, imitating the motions of intercourse.

She wrapped her arms around his neck when she felt him raising her. He reached down and fumbled with one hand, trying to unbuckle his belt.

Buffy sent her own hand down between them. Feeling the hardness swelling beneath her touch, she pulled down the zipper of his jeans, freeing his aching flesh.

When he felt her small, soft fingers on him, he pulled back from her in amazement. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, drowning in mutual desire.

He moved his fingers under her skirt and moved her lacy underpants to one side. Brushing his fingers over her, he felt her wetness, her heat, and her readiness.

Buffy was almost crying with the agony of waiting. When she couldn't stand it one more second, she took his hard cock into her hand and positioned him at the wet entrance to her body.

Spike watched her face as he sank into her tight sheath. Her eyes became dreamy and unfocused. To him, she had never looked more beautiful or more desirable.

As he began to move her up and down his cock, her eyes drifted closed. "Oh, God," she mouthed soundlessly.

The sight of her face, so completely abandoned to pleasure, drove his lust to new heights, and he began to thrust more firmly into her.

Buffy was whimpering and panting, frantically grinding against him, searching for the friction she craved. "More," she whispered.

Turning around, Spike braced her against the wall and pounded into her, hard and fast.

She let her head drop back, exposing her soft throat. Spike moved his mouth down her face, licking and kissing her skin. He pressed his lips over the vein that pumped blood through her healthy young body, with no thought of biting her, no desire to hurt her in any way.

Buffy forced his face up and kissed him, plundering his mouth with her tongue. He returned her earlier gesture and sucked on it. Feeling it dance across his teeth, he bit down gently, teasingly, then released it.

Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic as he lunged into her, then pulled almost completely out, making her whimper and squirm for his next thrust.

He purposely prolonged the act, moving slowly, wanting her pleasure before his own. "That's it, luv...oh, yeah..."

When he felt her nails digging into him, he knew she was about to come, and he increased the pace of his thrusts, matching them to the movements of her hips.

Dropping her head forward onto his shoulder, she panted hotly in his ear. "Yes..oh, yes...please...harder Spike...do it harder....feels so good...."

His lust ratcheted up several more degrees as he listened to her words...words of lust and pleasure, and pure sexual need.

"Yes, baby...I'll do it harder...you like that?" he asked, ramming in violently. "You like it, babe? Want it in you deep? Want my cock pounding into you?"

Her orgasm was intense, making her scream. It triggered his own release, and he came in her in spurts of semen. He groaned when he felt her pussy clamp down on him, milking his dick for every drop he had.

Spike's knees finally gave out and he staggered backwards, holding her as tightly as he could while she rode out the ecstasy of her climax.

He felt his foot burst through a rotted piece of flooring, and then the entire first floor gave way and they fell down through it, landing in the basement. He clutched her tightly, trying to take the force of the fall with his own body.

They came to rest with Buffy still on top of him, his cock still buried and throbbing within her. She sat up, flinging her hair back as she continued to ride his rapidly stiffening shaft.

Spike put his hands on her waist and helped her slide up and down. When she found her rhythm, he reached up and fondled her breasts through the material of her blouse.

She placed her own hands over his, inviting him to squeeze harder. Moving her hips back and forth, she gasped when he angled himself so that her clit rubbed hard against the base of his cock.

Buffy's soft moans and whimpers turned into louder cries of pleasure as she rode him, driving him insane with her heat and her wetness. He had forgotten how good it felt to bury his dick in warm, living flesh, and he didn't how he ever go back to anything else.

He watched her face, noting all the subtle changes in her _expression as he changed the rhythm of their movements. Spike could hear the soft smack of their bodies coming together, and feel the suction when they pulled apart.

"Take off your shirt," he pleaded. "Let me see you."

Buffy smiled at the needy tone of his voice. Shedding her jacket, she tossed it away as he tugged her blouse out of her skirt and pushed it up.

She whipped both the top blouse and her tank top off over her head, leaving her clad in a ivory lace bra.

"Beautiful," he said, his eyes wide with admiration. "You are so fucking beautiful."

Her fingers played across his face, and he bit at them teasingly. "So are you," she replied, shocking him to his core.

Spike found the front clasp of her bra and twisted it open, smiling when her soft breasts tumbled into his eager hands. He sat up a little and bent his head, licking her nipples with hard laps of his tongue.

Buffy bounced up and down harder and faster. He was driving her mad with the pleasure he was providing so willingly. She leaned closer and thrust her breasts forward.

"Suck them," she ordered. "Use your tongue."

Without thinking twice, he opened his mouth and took in the warm fullness of her right breast, his tongue swirling around her nipple. He sucked hard, then transferred his mouth to the other side, giving that breast the same loving attention.

"Harder," she panted. "Fuck me harder."

He began rocking inside her, pulling her down to kiss her mouth. She returned his kiss fully, parting her lips and inviting his tongue in to play.

Spike's upward thrusts became deeper and faster, and she took all of them with soft moans and gasps of need. Her hips began jerking in his hands as she ground down harder.

He held on to her, taking her up to the absolute limits of her endurance. When she came, he came with her, and they called each other's names in a flurry of desperate and unexpected tenderness.

They came to rest with Buffy stretched out on top of him. She lifted her head and looked at him with soft and hazy green eyes. She said nothing, but her _expression spoke volumes.

Spike struggled for words, wanting to tell her that he loved her, would always love her, and would she please love him back-marry him-belong to him and no one else, but the words were caught inside of him in a place where he hid such things to avoid the hurt of rejection.

Buffy's body went limp on top of him, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Are you all right?" she whispered in his ear.

"Oh...yes," he replied, sighing deeply. "Never better, luv. Are you? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She smiled softly. "Do I look like I'm in pain?"

"No...no, you don't. I just..."

She was surprised by his need for reassurance. Since when did a vampire care if they hurt someone?

It was another new aspect of this increasingly complex man.

Looking into his eyes touched something in her heart, and she willingly gave him what he seemed to need. "You didn't hurt me." Bending her head, she kissed him softly, and he returned it with a tenderness that she would never before thought him capable of.

When she finally summoned up the will to pull away, she sat back on her heels and smoothed down her hair. It felt gritty and matted down, and she would have given just about anything for a hot shower.

"Don't worry, gorgeous. You're as beautiful as ever," Spike said, grinning at her wolfishly.

Buffy had to smile back. She couldn't help it. He was being so...so damned appealing. "You're lying," she said smartly. "I look like hell....but thanks anyway."

He sat up, making no effort to rearrange his clothing. "I never lie about a beautiful woman," he said. "Not many girls could carry this look off, but you manage it."

Sliding one arm around her waist, he pulled her over onto his lap. Her skirt bunched up beneath her, and she squirmed around a little to straighten it.

Spike laughed. "Oh, darlin'....don't do that. Not unless you're prepared to take the consequences." He buried his face against the side of her neck, growling playfully.

"I can take any 'consequences' you dish out." Buffy had no idea what in the world was making her behave this way, but she was enjoying it, so she decided not to fight it. "I'm the slayer, remember?"

He trailed a line of moist kisses up her throat and over her cheek. "I remember," he said, lifting his hips and grinding them against her rear. "But...you won't slay me, will you? Not just yet?"

She turned on his lap, straddling him. "That depends," she said, leaning close.

He continued nuzzling her throat with kisses and gentle bites. "Depends on what?"

Tipping her head back, she closed her eyes. "Depends on how good you treat me," she said, smiling.

"Oh, baby," he whispered fiercely. "I'm gonna treat you so good," he promised, sliding his hands up and down her arms. "Like a queen," he added. Grinning lecherously, he bucked his hips, making her aware of the hardness beneath her. "My little queen of the rodeo," he whispered in her ear. Turning her head, he kissed her and asked, "Do you want to ride me?"

Buffy felt her insides dissolve in liquid heat. Panting she captured his mouth with hers and kissed him, long and hard, pushing her tongue in and searching for his.

He groaned at the taste and texture of her mouth. So wet and warm, she was, and driving him insane with her clever little tongue. **God, Angel...you walked out on THIS? You actually let this beautiful, sexy girl get away? You're a bigger idiot than I thought you were.**

Spike couldn't remember ever being so completely aroused by a woman. No one else, not even Dru, had made him this hard, this ready. Buffy barely touched him and he had to have her.

He cupped her breasts, caressing them softly, feeling a need to be gentle with her this time.

"Oh....that's lovely." She leaned forward and kissed the side of his face, breathing warmly in his ear. "Don't stop."

Spike gave her what she wanted. Her breasts were full and firm, surprisingly so considering how small she was. He squeezed and fondled them, then used the tips of his fingers to stimulate the dark rose colored nipples.

He wanted badly to look into her eyes. "Buffy," he begged. "Open your eyes. Look at me." **Please...please don't be thinking about some other man.**

Her heavy lashes lifted and she gazed at him with a dreamy, pleasured look. "I see you," she said.

It wasn't enough. "Say my name...please."

She rose up onto her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I see you, Spike....I only see you."

The words made his heart swell with hope, and he began to make love to her again.

**Maybe....just maybe....**
 


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