Chapter 9

Buffy followed Brian through the tunnels until they entered the cavern where the scaffolding rose to the ceiling.

"He’s up in there," Brian half-whispered, pointing to the barely visible hole. Buffy caught snatches of voices being raised and recognized Spike’s distinctive snarl. She turned back to Brian. "Thanks, it’s been great," and plunged her stake in his chest before he could react. She shook her head. She hated to back out on a deal, but too many vamps and only one Buffy, not odds she liked.

She quietly made her way to the scaffolding and climbed to the opening where she slowly raised herself into the wonderland of gems and gold. Her eyes widened as she slipped behind a chest to assess the situation before making her move. It was like finding a treasure ship.

Her eye caught on a cross made of some oddly colored stone and she snagged it, slipping it around her neck. She’d forgotten the small one she normally wore this morning and a little extra vamp protection wouldn’t hurt. She turned her attention to what she now realized was a domestic dispute in progress.

Spike was tugging something off Harmony’s finger as she yelled about him being a big freak. And was that something about France? Just as Buffy was about to make her move, Harmony whirled and stomped towards the edge of the tomb. "If that’s all that matters to you, just take it," she screeched as she dropped through the opening, pulling the metal door shut behind her.

"Harm, no wait," Spike lunged across the crypt as he suddenly realized what she had done. He banged on the metal cover.

"Harmony, kitten, pet, come back. I’ll take you to France. I’ll take you anywhere you bloody want, just open the sodding door!"

He sank to his knees as he continued to mutter expletives under his breath. Buffy slowly rose from behind the chest that had shielded her from view.

"Well, well, well, looks like poor widdle Spikey had a fight with his widdle girlfriend," she mocked as she slowly moved into position, stake at the ready.

Spike turned and groaned. "Slayer? How did you get in here?"

Buffy shrugged. "Your pal Brian. Not the most loyal minion there Spike. But don’t worry, I took care of him for you."

"Thanks ever so. Well, this is just what I needed. Stuck with the Slayer." He glanced down at his hand at the ring now firmly affixed. "On second thought, exactly what I needed. This has been a long time coming."

Buffy nodded. "Agreed. I’m going to kick your ass Spike, and they’re never going to find your ashes."

He smiled at her tolerantly. "Sure thing, luv, you just keep telling yourself that. I think you’ll find this is a new and improved me."

He made the first move, impatient as always and Buffy held back, circling, searching for his weakness. He’d always led with his left and she thought, yep, if she came from the right, she could get an opening when he dropped his guard. She danced on her toes, suddenly exhilarated as he recoiled from her successful blow.

Her little victory dance distracted her and he landed the next punch. After that, they settled into a rhythm, weaving and twirling around amongst the glowing items of the tomb. She realized after they had been fighting for some time that he was grinning. "Something funny, Spike?"

He shook his head. "Not at all, just nice to have a worthy opponent again, luv."

She acknowledged the compliment for what it was, ignored the endearment and renewed her attack. Finally she saw it, the opening she needed, and she slammed him against the wall, his arm twisted behind him.

Spike gasped as he felt the cool stone pressed against his front. She had him in the exact position of that last vivid dream which continued to haunt him. He felt the wooden tip of the stake trace down his neck and come to rest under his shoulder blade.

"Well, Spike, guess this is good-bye. But I will say, you’ve also been a worthy opponent. In a strange way, I’m kinda going to miss you." Buffy took a breath, then plunged the stake in a quick motion.

To her dismay, Spike only laughed as the hole closed up almost immediately. As she stared at his back in shock, he suddenly whirled around and pinned her against the wall, her stake clattering to the floor as he trapped her arms above her head and pressed the weight of his body against her.

"Ohh Slayer, that tickled. Wanna do it again?"

She stared mutely in dismay at him as he laughed. "Luv, your Watcher didn’t tell you what the Gem does, did he?" She shook her head. "I’m invincible. None of the things that kill vamps can touch me. Staking, holy water, look, I can even touch crosses."

Rather than loosen his grip, he laid his cheek against the cross that lay against her chest and relished the sound of the Slayer’s pounding heart and rushing blood. Oh, this was going to be so delicious.

She watched as he lifted his unmarred face for her inspection. The smooth skin and perfect cheekbones were still there. She closed her eyes and turned her head away as her brain tried to process what to do.

"Now, now, Buffy, it was a battle well-fought. Just for that luv, I’ll give you a choice. Do you want me to turn you, or would you rather stay dead? You’d make a very foxy vamp, I suspect."

She cursed at him and made another attempt to break free, but his body weight and her awkward position kept her pinned firmly in place. Maybe if she could just get her leg between his and catch him off guard … Oh…Buffy suddenly realized that that wasn’t a stake in his pocket. Her fury reasserted itself.

"You know very well the answer to that Spike. Just do it. You’ve won, you’ve got your third slayer, now let me die with some dignity."

"Very well, Slayer." He smirked at her before lowering his head and slowly beginning to worry the unmarred left side of her neck. As his tongue traced up and down her vein, Buffy fought to suppress a shiver. Alright, Faith had been on to something, a really good fight did make her horny, but generally she managed to take care of that little problem herself. No vampires needed for that, no sir, no matter how nice that cool tongue felt teasing her sensitive flesh. She clenched her teeth. Damn him, why couldn’t he be a normal vamp and just bite already?

She wriggled again, trying to shift him or gain some leverage to push him off. He responded by rotating his hips and pinning her more firmly against the wall. Buffy successfully suppressed a moan as he shifted again, but just barely.

It had always struck her as wrong that killing things turned her on, and now was no exception. This was wrong, 100% badness, and she so should not be way more excited to be trapped against the wall by this killer than she’d been in Parker’s arms last night. But she really, really was, and if he didn’t stop licking her neck like that and do something, she was going to scream.

She shuddered slightly as the merest hint of a canine grazed her neck. When Angel had bitten her, the orgasm that had rushed through her body had put every one before or after to shame and she had to admit she felt the slightest twinge of anticipation. Besides, maybe he’d get distracted once he bit and stopped this annoying incredible worrying of her neck and she could get him off her then. Yep, might as well just wait for then. She shivered as he worked his way up to her jawline.

Spike grinned as he felt the change in her body. So the little goody two-shoes liked to be bitten? He’d noticed the scars on the other side and wondered if Angel was to blame for that. He continued to lick her neck, then softly bit down with human teeth, not quite breaking the skin, just worrying the flesh and sucking lightly as the blood rushed nearer the surface. He fought to keep control as he felt her soften against him.

A tiny moan slipped past the Slayer’s lips and he renewed his efforts, sliding a hand down between them as he used his body weight to keep her pinned. He found the clasp to her trousers and deftly flicked it loose. He was surprised by her sudden shimmy that aided him in pushing them down just enough to give him access.

As he returned to her neck, his fingers slid into her wetness and began to stroke softly. This was so incredible. Was it possible that the Slayer was as hot and bothered by him as he was by her? He raised his head slowly to watch as she gasped when he hit a particularly sensitive spot, increasing the pressure as her breaths grew more ragged. He shifted against her again, wishing he had another free hand. If he didn’t loosen his jeans soon, he was sure he’d burst out of them.

Buffy cursed herself for being so weak. She could not believe she was letting him do this but he’d found exactly what Parker had been missing all last night and it felt so right. She bucked her hips, urging him on, giving in and letting the little murmurs and groans freely flow past her lips. She had no idea why he was doing this, why he hadn’t already sunk his fangs into her and drained her dry, but it was so very, very good.

"Spike," she managed to gasp out.

"Mmm, yes luv."

"You realize I’m going to have to kill you for this?"

He grinned as he met her gaze. "Wouldn’t expect anything less, Slayer."

She nodded at the understanding in his glance, then every so slightly bucked her hips against his weight, smirking slightly as he cocked an eyebrow at her that seemed to say, "Well, well aren’t you the little minx." She fluttered her eyelashes at him and he began to stroke her again. Buffy tried to stay focused, sooner or later he’d let his attention shift and then she’d push him away. But until then, she might as well enjoy the ride.

He lowered his head again, feeling her heart rate speed up in anticipation as he urged her nearer and nearer to the brink of ecstasy. He had to have a taste, just a nip and if her reaction was any indication, it’d send her over the edge in a big way. He shifted into game face and poised for the bite as she stiffened slightly under him, her breath hitching even faster as she realized what he was about to do and he felt her hit her peak as his fangs brushed the soft skin above her jugular.

She shuddered against him as he suddenly stopped. "Bloody hell! I can’t do it."

"You can’t?" she panted, her eyes slightly glazed as she tried to focus on him.

"No, I mean I can, of course," he pulled back, fangs in full evidence, "it’s just it’s your skin, it’s like there a force field around it, I can’t seem to sink in."

He grimaced in confusion, an odd look while he was all bumpy and Buffy giggled at that weirdness. His gaze suddenly dropped to the necklace she wore and he studied the stone it was crafted from. He glanced at the stone in his ring, then back to the cross.

"Buffy, where did you get that necklace?"

He stepped back and released his hold and she dropped her arms, rubbing them, surprised by his sudden release. She leaned back against the wall, legs wobbly from his other ministrations as she tried to remember. "I found it over there in the corner where I crawled through the entrance."

Spike threw back his head and laughed. "This is rich luv. Someone, somewhere has an incredible sense of humor. Your cross is made from the same stone as my ring and I’d venture to say that it’s the reverse enchantment. You can’t kill me, and sadly, I can’t kill you."

Buffy stared at him. "You mean this necklace protects me completely from vamps?"

Spike shrugged. "Probably so, Slayer. Certainly won’t let me bite you."

She started to giggle again as she slowly sank down to the ground, glad to rest her trembling legs. She’d get up and try to kill him again in a minute. "You know, that really is kind of funny."

He shook his head as he joined her. "Yep, a Slayer and a Master Vampire, trapped in a fight to the death with no way out, but neither can kill the other."

Buffy snorted, wondering if there were any jokes that started that way. Suddenly she sobered. "What do you mean trapped?"

"Slayer, Harmony shut off the only way out. Damn door closes and opens from the outside only. Guess they assumed whatever was buried in here didn’t need a way to slither out."

Buffy groaned. "You’re kidding me?"

"Nope. We’re stuck with each other good and proper until Harmony or one of the others comes back."

"Oh. Well, I, um, kinda killed the one named Brian, remember?"

Spike reflected for a moment. "No real loss there. Besides, your little Slayer pals will probably be along soon."

Buffy frowned. "Well, I didn’t exactly let them know where I was going."

Spike groaned. "Wonderful. Left to the mercies of Harmony the imbecile. She’ll probably get over her twit and show back up before too long. Can’t get enough of her Spike, if you catch my drift." He waggled his eyebrows and Buffy became acutely of the fact that her pants were still unfastened and she herself was sporting some evidence of Spike’s good lovin’. She blushed slightly and quickly refastened her pants.

"Umm, conceited much?"

"Didn’t hear you complaining a minute ago."

She blushed harder. Okay, she hadn’t been and, she glanced over, he seemed pretty excited still as well. Once they got out of here, she’d have to do something about him, but right now, maybe…no, bad Buffy, not going there again. But his cool fingers had felt so good and she bet that he could be quite imaginative with the annoying tongue of his and …."

"So, truce Slayer?"

"Truce?"

"Yeah…. until we find a way out of the gloomy little tomb with no view, we call off the fight and just wait out our time. Possibly even find other ways to amuse ourselves?"

He quirked that scarred brow at her, tilted his head just so and Buffy realized she understood what had attracted Harmony and Drusilla to Spike. He had an obnoxious way of crawling under your skin, a sort of magnetism which seduced when you weren’t looking. And who would ever know?

"Alright Spike, we’ll have a truce. But the instant we’re out of here, it’s over and whatever…other ways we amuse ourselves…doesn’t leave this tomb, understood?"

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Chapter 10

Spike smirked. Bossy Buffy reared her little head. Fine by him, she was cracking, he could tell. She’d all but accepted the implicit offer to continue what they’d started. He licked his lips, watching her flush grow deeper as she shifted nervously. This was exactly what he needed. He didn’t really need to kill her, right now anyway. Forget the Harmony substitute. One good shag of the Slayer, get that obsession out of his system, then he could go back to Dru, free and clear of these fantasies that plagued him. And if she ran out on him again after that, he was done with her.

"Agreed. Now, why don’t you come sit over here by the Big Bad." Spike removed his duster and spread it on a relatively smooth pile as Buffy cautiously approached him. "Relax Slayer. We both know I’m not going to bite and we have a truce. I’ll not try for your little neck charm if you don’t have designs on my ring, agreed?"

She nodded and sat down next to him, keeping a little distance. He wasn’t surprised that she still seemed a little skittish, aside from her dalliance with the souled one, he was fairly certain she wasn’t being felt up by vamps in the graveyards on a regular basis.

Maybe he’d shouldn’t have done that a minute ago. She hadn’t resisted all that hard, but the Big Bad did not have to force women to be with him. Wait, why was he thinking poofy thoughts like that? He had come to kill the Slayer and if he’d gotten a little sidetracked, well, some endorphins in her blood would have just made the kill sweeter. Tell yourself another one boy, like you didn’t plan to take a little nip, then shag the chit silly. Actually draining her hadn’t really crossed your mind or you wouldn’t have spent so much time playing with something as dangerous as her. You didn’t spend lots of time licking on the little Chinese slayer before you sunk into her now did you? The inner voice which always sounded a little like the lecturing tones of Angelus scolded him and he rolled his eyes and looked away from the nervously shifting Buffy.

She absently stroked the soft inner lining of the coat she was now perched on as her thoughts raced and the silence grew. He was no longer looking at her and she was suddenly seized by doubts. Had she done something wrong again? He’d been all kind of panty, despite the not breathing thing and it had definitely felt like he was turned on by what he’d been doing to her. But now he was sitting over there being all broody guy, avoiding her gaze. Did her only want her if he could bite her? Was she that bad? And wait? Wasn’t he with Harmony? Did she just cheat on Parker with Harmony’s boyfriend?

Without thinking, she blurted out the question. "Is Harmony your girlfriend or something Spike?"

He turned to stare at her again, caught the honest puzzlement on her face and broke into a long laugh that she didn’t really understand. He finally wiped his eyes and composed himself enough to answer her.

"I wouldn’t rightly call her my ‘girlfriend,’ Slayer. Rebound vamp is probably the better term. Bumped into her in Vegas, she sort of attached herself and I haven’t been able to shake her since. Believe you went to school with her?"

Buffy nodded, marveling for a minute about the smallness of the world. Spike’s rebound girl from his breakup with Drusilla, the former consort of her first undead lover, was a vapid Cordette she had graduated high school with. What were the chances?

"Yeah, can’t say we were actually friends or anything. I think she got vamped at graduation."

"Heard about that all the way down in Brazil, made quite a stir among the demon community, you stopping that ascension and all. Pretty impressive work there luv."

She blushed a little. It wasn’t every day she got complimented on her apocalypse stopping abilities by, well, anyone. "Thanks. So you really did go back to Dru huh?"

A look of pain crossed his face and she almost wanted to reach out and pat his back. Wait, comforting Spike? Big no-no. Vampire, evil, bad, fangy, grrr.

"Was good for a while, she was glad to have her Big Bad back. But it was never quite the same as before, you know? It was like something had changed and we’d lost some of what we had before that truce with you."

He stopped abruptly, realizing he was about to reveal too much, but she seemed to understand what he was saying without listening all that closely to the details.

"That’s the way is was with Angel, when he came back from hell. Like he still loved me, but it wasn’t the same."

She looked so tiny as she curled her arms around herself and seemed to draw inward as she talked about Angel.

"So it’s true? He went to L.A?"

She nodded. "He has a detective agency or something. I don’t know, Willow keeps in contact with Cordy some by e-mail. We don’t really talk, like ever."

"So you got a new bloke then?"

She looked at him in puzzlement. Oh, right, Parker. How could she forget? Cause he was pretty darn forgettable maybe? Oh, well there was that.

"Maybe, I don’t know. It’s kind of new, we’ve only been out a few times."

Suddenly a thought struck her. As long as they were being all open and sharing about relationships in a never going anywhere else manner, maybe she could get some questions answered. After all, she was going to have to kill him when they got out of here anyway.

"Um, Spike?" She kept her eyes fixed on her hands and refused to look at him, in hopes she could get this out. Okay, he’d just gotten her off a few minutes ago, why on earth was she feeling nervous? It was a little late for that. "Have you slept with many women? Besides Drusilla?"

He reflected on the change in conversation for a moment, taking it in stride. "Less than most vamps, I suppose. Dru, well, she’d be my one and only, though we’re not generally monogamous creatures you know. But she’s always liked to stray every now and then and she’s the jealous type, so I’ve found another woman usually brings her back to me."

Buffy nodded. From what she’d seen of Dru, particularly her designs on Angelus, that seemed accurate. "So…I guess that means she’s strayed again?" She turned her head slightly as she caught his brief nod and the look of pain that returned to his face.

"Why’d you ask?"

She blushed again. He was fascinated. How many shades could she possibly flush? All that lovely blood, rushing to the surface…. He shook off that train of thought, clearly going nowhere now, and focused on her response.

"I was wondering, well, since you’ve had some experience, and well, since I don’t really know anyone else to ask, cause Giles, ugh, and Xander, well, not like he’s Mr. Don Juan, and Angel, like he’d ever discuss that with me…"

Spike laid his hand on her arm and she jumped a little. "Buffy, ask the question."

She turned to him. "What makes someone, a woman, good in bed?"

He stared at her for a long moment. This incredibly responsive creature who had obsessed the great Angelus for months as he raved on and on about Buffy this and Buffy that, was concerned she wasn’t good in bed? But as he watched her wide-eyed gaze, he realized that she was truly not sure of herself at all.

"What did he tell you, luv?"

She looked away. "Angelus? He basically said I wasn’t very good, he just, well, he made some comment about me being a real pro, but he was so sarcastic. That’s when I realized he wasn’t my Angel anymore." She looked back. "And then, well there hasn’t really been anyone since then, until last night."

Spike’s eyes widened, "That floppy-haired wanker at the party was the first since Angel?"

Buffy nodded. "And then he never called."

Spike privately thought the git must be all kinds of stupid. If the little taste of Buffy he’d already had was any indication, she was a hell of a ride. Maybe he hadn’t been able to handle her.

"Did you bruise the boy?"

She quirked a small grin. "A little, I think. I didn’t mean to."

"Well, Slayer, Buffy, I can’t say that there’s one thing that makes a woman good to me. It’s the way she reacts, the way she wants to touch me, the way she responds when I touch her. It’s not like an instructional manual you can follow. But if that," he nodded to the wall where they’d just been, "was any indication, I doubt you need to worry."

She nodded thoughtfully. "But aren’t there specific things I should do to be, better? Like…" Suddenly she was on her knees, leaning towards him as she thoughtfully chewed on her lower lip. He was envious of those sharp little teeth, he’d thought maybe he’d like to do that for her. "…like, maybe certain ways guys like to be touched and stuff like that? Or maybe I should be doing some of those exercises, what are they called . . ."

Spike pulled off his shirt and watched as her eyes drank in the sight of his sculpted chest, even as she froze. This couldn’t be real, and yet it was. He was here, with the Slayer, and she wanted to play. Hell, she was all but asking for a lesson. There was something perverse in this, but there was no way he could turn her down. Much as he wanted to pound her into the ground, there was something about this shy, inquisitive Buffy that was very, very enticing and he wasn’t about to change the mood.

"Tell you what, luv. How about we just relax and play and you can tell me what you like and I’ll do the same. I’d say we have a while."

Buffy glanced at her watch and realized they’d only been trapped for a few hours. Really not that long. He was probably right. And that chest looked very… lickable. And Spike was always pretty straightforward about stuff, maybe she’d finally figure out what she was doing wrong.

She nodded and slowly removed her top as well, then trembling slightly, tossed her bra over her shoulder. She watched his eyes light up as he slowly reached out one finger tip and traced the corona of her breast, murmuring as it reacted to his light stroking. "Now see luv, that’s what I mean. Look how your body responds to me. Feels good?"

Buffy nodded, trying to keep her breathing under control as she felt unbearably excited at the sight of his pale fingertips, adorned with the remnants of black nail polish carefully chipped away, tracing her nipple. He turned to the other side, just barely grazing the soft underside of her breast before he slowly circled the aureole.

She gasped as he moved closer and leaned in to apply his tongue to the sweet little buds that had blossomed and virtually begged for his touch. He continued to nuzzle and lick as he lowered her back onto the soft lining of his coat and she felt the pulls and tugs shoot straight to her womb with lighting bolt intensity. Her fingers buried in his hair, ruffling the strands that were softer than she’d imagined as she tried to pull him in closer.

His strokes grew bolder and at the first hint of teeth worrying her breast while his finger gave a sharp tug to the other tingling nipple, she arched off the makeshift bed and moaned. He raised his head at that, chuckling at her response. "So you like a bit of pain mixed in, eh luv?"

She pulled away at that and he slowly drew her back, stroking her and kissing the curve of her shoulder. "Slayer, that’s perfectly normal. It’s not bad or inhuman. Your body’s built to withstand a little more, but we’re just talking a little nip here and there. I like the way you jump and shiver."

He caught her hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans and didn’t try to suppress his groan as her hot fingers traced the outline of his straining cock. She blinked and looked up at him with eyes that were already glazed with passion. "Really?"

He nodded. "You have no idea what you’re doing to me, luv."

Suddenly her fingers were more than eager to explore and Spike laid himself back to enjoy the active role she’d suddenly begun to take. She unfastened his jeans and allowed his erection to spring free and her intense gaze caused him to grow even harder. She tentatively reached out and traced her way up the velvety steel as he hissed at the sensation of her hot fingers caressing him. Suddenly she needed to see more, to see all of him and she began to tug his jeans down, grunting at the effort. She caught his cerulean gaze as she began to crawl back up to the new object of her fascination.

"You wear your jeans too tight, you know that right?"

He grinned and winked at her. "Have to show off my fine ass, luv." Buffy contemplated that for a moment. "I’ll have to check that out later." He smirked, enjoying this new side to the Slayer. Hell, if she was always like this…he broke off the thought. Just playing mate, just passing the time, getting her out of your system, and then moving on. He focused his attention back on Buffy.

"You know, Slayer, I wouldn’t be opposed to you reciprocating?"

She glanced down at her pants. "Well, I suppose that’s fair. You wanna take ‘em off, or you want me to?" She batted her eyes as she stretched and arched her back, licking her lips as she watched his eyes fall back to her breasts.

He threw his arms behind his head, wanting to see just what she’d do. "How about you take them off for me?"

She smirked back and stood up, facing away from him. This was actually all kinds of fun. Not all angsty like with Angel, no fear of doing the wrong thing like with Parker. Spike seems to be quite enchanted with her . . . assets and his heated gaze was a big ego boost. She looked coyly over her shoulder at him and realized that he had been checking out her ass the whole time.

"Well, now Gypsy Rose Lee, are they coming off?"

She faced him as she carefully kicked off her shoes and Spike began whistling that old stripper tune, as she made a great show of unzipping the trousers before turning around again and slowly sliding them down. She was suddenly very glad she opted for the much sexier black lacy thong this morning over her usual undies, even if it had been in the hopes she might see Parker again, because suddenly Spike stopped his accompaniment and let out a long wolf whistle.

"Oh, now that is very, very nice."

She kicked off the pants and turned to face him, feeling very exposed, yet proud at the same time. Spike rose to his knees and pulled her to him, kissing her softly on the stomach. He glanced up. "May I?"

She nodded and caught her breath as he lowered his face, suddenly inhaling her, then slowly running his tongue along the edges of the brief undergarment. She shivered as he seized the scrap of lace in his teeth and tugged quickly as he snapped it off. Before she could react, he’d buried his face between her legs and Buffy was sure she was going to collapse as his tongue swirled across the tiny bundle of nerves over and over until she rocketed off the edge into ecstasy. She shuddered and her legs gave way as Spike gently eased her down beside him, stroking her arms, her stomach, running his finger across her thighs as she slowly came back down.

"I like that too, luv. You are so very responsive, I could just drink your sweetness for hours."

She stared at him as he pulled her closer against him, drinking in the planes of his face and the smoldering gaze in his eyes as she struggled to regain her equilibrium. Somewhere in the back of her mind a part of her was protesting, but it was completely drowned out by the incredible buzz he’d pulled from her that still swam through her body.

She slowly relaxed against his side, savoring the feel of his cool body against her and the soothing strokes of his fingers skating across her tingling nerve endings. As her heartbeat slowed, he whispered softly in her ear, "Come here, pet." She followed the tug of his arms as he lifted her and urged her to settle over him. She hesitated.

"Something the matter?"

"I just, I tried this and it didn’t work so well. I think we should do it, you know, the other way."

He almost laughed, both at the blush that had returned to her face and her suggestion that there were only two ways they could go about this, but stopped himself, knowing that wouldn’t go over so well at this moment. He nodded encouragement instead, urging her on. "If you don’t like it, we’ll try it the other way, how ‘bout that?"

She seemed to accept this compromise and slowly settled atop of him. As he guided the tip of his hardness into her, she began to rock back and forth, urged by his murmurs and praise as she took him inch by inch. She came to the quick realization that her night with Parker definitely wasn’t the best benchmark. Spike filled her up, almost, almost too much, and then she stretched a little more and it was just right, like he’d been made for her exactly. When he was finally fully sheathed, she paused for a long moment, savoring the incredible goodness. His fingers traced along her open lips, circling, deliberately skirting the tiny nub as she began to slowly raise and lower herself on him.

She leaned forward, grasping his arms and she felt the incredible sensations of him filling her grow. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other still firmly between them, rubbing her in an erratic pattern that only increased the intensity. She threw back her head and arched her back as they slammed together. He felt so good, he was making her feel so good and she could feel her orgasm building and building until she fell over the edge again, stars exploding behind her eyes.

As he felt her climax and the flutter of those incredible Slayer muscles massaging him with their heat and strength, Spike reversed them, rolling her on bottom and opening her wide as he urged her legs up so he could thrust deeply within her. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite the recent marathon sex with Harm, he’d never felt anything in his life comparable to this little bit of heaven. He slammed into her and she lifted her hips, meeting his thrusts as he rocketed towards his own little death. He found that sweet spot one last time, marveling at how he could send her over the edge with just a few taps and found his release as she clutched him. He collapsed onto her, and she cradled him to her, both exhausted and sated for the time.

He rolled them over so she lay on him again. He nuzzled her neck for a moment, worrying the small bruise from his early efforts before placing a small kiss on it. He tilted her face to look at him. "Never, ever, let anyone tell you that aren’t amazing in bed, Slayer. Cause you bloody well are."

She snuggled contentedly against him, basking in his words. Okay maybe she was a vamp ho and maybe there was something seriously wrong with sleeping with the enemy like this, but she felt better than she had in a very long time and she wasn’t going to ruin the mood just yet. She knew she needed to get up and get dressed, ‘cause who knew when Harmony might show back up or the gang figure something out, but she’d give it just a minute or too more. She laid her head against his unbeating heart, feeling boneless and contented as he wordlessly stroked her head. Five minutes, just five more minutes she thought, as she slowly drifted off.

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Chapter 11