Buffy woke up and looked down at Spike sleeping the sleep of the undead next to her. She couldn’t believe what had happened between them. Some crazy spell had turned her into the character of her costume and then she had returned to normal Buffy, only to find herself bucking like some wanton beneath Spike. In horror, she had tried to escape, but he had caught her and proceeded to show her just what a good time she could have in the arms of a Vampire.

Buffy stretched languidly as she remembered how great the sex had been. The things that Spike could do with that tongue of his…and the… what the hell was she thinking? And what the hell was she still doing here? Reality hit like a cold bucket of water. While she had been having of the sex with her enemy, she had completely forgotten about Giles and her friends. How could she?

Suddenly feeling guilty, she quietly scrambled out of bed and got back into her Halloween costume. She looked briefly at the bed and was relieved to see Spike was still sleeping. Then she ran out of the house.

The figure on the bed smiled in his sleep. The Slayer would find out that she couldn’t run from him. He would catch up with her later.

Once on the sunlit street, Buffy recognised the old part of town she was in and made for the nearest telephone box. She called Giles:

Buffy: Giles? It’s Buffy….

Giles: Thank God, are you o.k?

Buffy: Yes, I’m fine. Are the others all right?

Giles: Everyone’s fine. I think we got off lightly this time. But we were worried sick about you.

Buffy: I know…I’m sorry…I remember running off in fright because I had turned into my costume…and hiding in a house. I’ve been there all night…I’ve only just woken up.

Giles: Where are you now?

Buffy: In the old part of town…

Giles: I’ll come and collect you…

Buffy: No!… I mean, it’s o.k, Giles. I’ll find my own way home. I really need a shower after sleeping rough…I’m all stinky Buffy.

Giles: Yes, well, o.k then. I’m glad to hear that nothing happened to you. We can discuss the night’s events in the library. See you later.

Buffy: See you later.

They hang up

Nothing happened to me! Well, if you call losing your virginity to your enemy nothing, Buffy thought, as she wandered back into town. I’ve been a bad Buffy. Images of her and Spike naked together flashed through her mind. It was a good job she had Slayer flexibility; otherwise she wasn’t sure how she could have gotten into some of those positions. And how had such a soulless, evil thing been so considerate of her needs? It was a question Buffy didn’t want to think about. She would avoid Spike from now on, until it came to staking him time.

***

Buffy breezed into the library to find the Scoobies already gathered.

“Hi, guys. Glad to see you’re all o.k.”

“As are we about you, Buffster,” said Xander, “I mean, anything could have happened to pathetic noblewoman Buffy…”

“I was not pathetic! Well…alright…I was.”

“Yes, Buffy, you certainly were. And that costume did not do you any favours. It made you look fat,” Cordelia added.

Ignoring Cordelia, Willow quietly said, “We were really worried when you ran off like that. Angel was trying to help, but you took one look at his Lumpies and ran away. Where were you?”

Angel! Oh, my God, I forgot all about him…

“I managed to somehow avoid any monsters and ended up in an abandoned house on the edge of town. I guess I fell asleep before the spell, or whatever it was, was broken and I woke up fine this morning. I’m sorry you guys couldn’t find me.”

“That’s alright. We just wanted to find you before Spike did, and he obviously didn’t,” smiled Willow, “So panic over.”

Buffy fidgeted in her seat at the mention of his name, “Spike was looking for me?”

“Yeah,” said Xander, “He somehow knew that you’d be defenceless. We ran into some of his minions, but we didn’t see him. If we had, I would have taken care of him with my newfound soldier tactics. I think I speak for everyone, when I say I helped save the night.”

“Well, thank God I didn’t meet him,” lied Buffy.

The Scoobies continued to talk about the night and how Giles had stopped Ethan in time. Then their conversation turned to going out that evening.

“How about the Bronze?” Suggested Willow, “After being a real ghost for a night, I want to live it up!”

“On a School night?” Queried Giles, and then kept quiet at their astonished stares.

“I’m for Bronze night,” said Buffy.

“Well, that’s settled then. Let’s meet in the Bronze at 8pm,” said Xander

***

Buffy opened the front door to find her Mom standing waiting for her just inside.

“Your boyfriend’s here, darling. You know, the one you’ve neglected to tell me about!”

Buffy stared in confusion at her Mother, “Huh?”

“William! He’s in the kitchen. He’s come to see you.”

Then Joyce whispered, “Don’t worry I’m not annoyed. I like him. He knows his Art & History. And he’s British - very sexy. He seems a little familiar too, which I can’t understand because I’ve only just met him.”

At the mention of ‘William’ and ‘British’, Buffy felt a feeling of dread. It couldn’t be! Not in her house! She walked passed her Mother into the kitchen and was indeed confronted by Spike.

“Hello, Kitten,” he drawled sexily, “I was just making another cuppa for your mum and me. Would you like one?”

Still stunned at his presence in her house, Buffy merely nodded and sat down at the counter. She watched in horror as her Mother smiled at Spike and sat down opposite her. Then behind her Mom’s back, Spike was making threatening gestures. Buffy understood only too well what he meant. If she said or did anything wrong, Spike would harm her Mother.

Joyce looked at her daughter and smiled, “I’ve invited William to dinner, Buffy.”

Buffy let that bombshell drop and then smiled as brightly as she could, “That’s great, Mom. Thanks.”

Then she looked at a smirking Spike, “Do you mind if we have a quick word outside?” She asked him sweetly.

“Not at all, Pet,” he replied and followed her outside.

He leant against the house wall & crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes were full of amusement at the angry Slayer. He was enjoying this.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” She hissed.

“Your Mum was kind enough to invite me in.”

“Yes, after you told her you were my boyfriend! I can’t believe this is happening. There is no ‘us’. You’re a brutal killer. What were you thinking of?”

“I had to say something convincing, otherwise your mum wouldn’t have let me in.”

Buffy rolled her eyes in exasperation, “Well, it’s wrong!” Buffy blurted, “What we did was..obscene…and we have to forget it happened. You..have to make your excuses and…and leave! Then we can go back to Slayer-Vampire and kicking each other’s butt,” she told him desperately.

His presence was already having an effect on her and she had to get rid of him.

“Not gonna happen, Pet!”

“Huh?”

“You shouldn’t have run away from me, Slayer. You’re mine!”

“Yours?” She spluttered.

“Yes, Pumpkin.”

That did it. Furious, Buffy punched him.

Spike deftly caught her fist and spun Buffy around, so that she ended up with her back tight against his chest. Her arms were pinned against her sides in the hard embrace and Buffy was so surprised that she didn’t think to kick him instead.

“You’re mine, Slayer” Spike growled in her ear, “I’ve marked you.” And to prove his point, he licked the puncture wounds on her neck, causing a shiver of pleasure to go down her back.

“You gave yourself to me freely and you’re mine for as long as I want you…”

At those words, Buffy kicked at him & struggled.

Spike squeezed her until she could barely breathe, “Play nice, Kitten, otherwise your Mum gets hurt.”

Frustrated at Spike’s threat, Buffy ceased her struggles.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She asked, “You don’t want me. I’m your enemy.”

Spike laughed at that, “Are you kidding, Pet? Yesterday, I wondered what had bleeding got into me, but as soon as I was sheathed in your searing heat, I knew I was in heaven and all rational thought escaped my head. I can’t get enough of you, Slayer. I know this is all wrong between us and I figure this madness has to stop soon, so I’m going to shag you until you’re out of my system and then we can go back to killing each other.”

“You’re completely mad.”

“Hardly. And you get a good deal. You were a virgin…it may have ruined things for you & Peaches…but I can guarantee that you will never be fucked by anyone as good as me!”

Buffy couldn’t believe she was hearing this.

“And what makes you think I’ll go along with all this, Spikey?” Buffy said through clenched teeth. But even as she said the words, Buffy knew she would. Her body cried out for his touch and her blood sang at his filthy words. God help her, but she was depraved wanting this creature’s loving.

Spike chuckled in her ear, “You will, Kitten. We’re going to have dinner with your Mum and you’re going to be nice to me. Then after dinner…well, you’ll do as I say, or else I’ll turn your Mum. What would you do then, Slayer? Stake her?”

Buffy shivered in fear and something else, “O.k then, I’ll do it,” she said in a small voice.

Spike smiled. He knew it. Baby liked to play. The Slayer was attracted to the dark side, but she needed dirty talk and threats to ease her conscience. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Good. Let’s go back inside, shall we?”

Spike let go of Buffy and followed her indoors. Joyce smiled at them both, “I was just about to call you. Your teas are ready.”

“Thank you, Joyce,” Spike said politely, taking his cup of tea and sitting down. Truth be told, he couldn’t harm the Slayer’s mum. He liked the woman. Ever since he had encountered the Slayer yesterday night, these poncy feelings had started and he couldn’t shake them off. First, he felt tenderness towards the Slayer and now her Mum. Yet, somehow, it felt right. Dru would laugh while she killed him, if she ever found out, but Spike was willing to take the risk. He couldn’t stay away from the Slayer. He was like a moth to the flame.

Buffy reluctantly sat down next to Spike and proceeded to have a surreal conversation between herself, her Mother and a violent killer.

***

“That was a lovely meal, thank you, Joyce.”

Buffy rolled her eyes at Spike’s effort to charm her Mother. He saw and menace gleamed in those blue eyes. She gulped. He was clearly going to make her pay for that gesture.

Joyce stood up and started to gather the plates.

“Leave that, Joyce,” Spike said, “Buffy & I will wash and dry up. It’s the least we can do.”

Joyce became flustered, “Oh…well…all right. Thank you, William.”

She sat back down and watched Spike gather the dinner plates and things.

“Do you want to wash or dry?” He asked Buffy from over his shoulder by the sink.

Forced into action, Buffy stood up, “I’ll wash,” she said and walked over by Spike. Glaring at him, which caused him to smirk, she started to fill the sink with hot water.

After they had made a good start on the dishes, Joyce stood up again, “Actually, while you two are taking care of that, I’m going to go grocery shopping. And I might pop by the Gallery. I won’t be too long.”

Buffy swung round, “You’re l..leaving us alone together?”

Joyce smiled, “Yes, Buffy. I trust William to keep an eye on you. See you later.”

Buffy watched in disbelief as her Mother left her.

“Scared, Kitten?” Spike drawled.

Buffy admitted to herself that she was. But not scared of him hurting her, scared of the feelings he aroused in her. There were butterflies in her stomach as she turned to him and bravely said, “No.”

Spike knew exactly what effect he was having on her, but he didn’t expose her lie. Instead he continued to dry the dishes in silence, letting the sexual tension between them build. A little confused, Buffy finished the dishes. Why wasn’t he touching her? Traitorous brain, traitorous body! She didn’t want him to touch her.

Finally their task done, Spike eased himself away from the sink and stood behind her.

“Alone with my Slayer,” he whispered, as he pulled her back against him. He began to place light kisses on her neck, as his hands roamed her body.

Buffy felt his hard on pressed against her and gasped as his kisses sent shivers down her spine and his cool fingers peeled her vest straps down.

“Please…Spike,” she whispered desperately.

“Please…what?” He teased, as his hands cupped her bared breasts.

“Please…don’t… we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Spike spun her around to face him, “Don’t deny yourself, Slayer,” he growled and crushed her mouth with his. Any token of resistance Buffy felt was swept away with Spike’s bruising kiss. He plundered her mouth ruthlessly until she sagged against him, and then his kiss softened.

Buffy kissed him back and tasted him with her tongue. Her hands moved of their own volition, unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it back. She broke free from his lips and looked down at his muscled chest. He was perfect; muscled but not too muscled. Her fingers traced his pecs and her mouth followed.

Spike purred. God, she was only touching him lightly and yet her warm fingers made his skin tingle. He felt alive when he was with this girl, the only time in his immortal life. And when her hot mouth closed over his nipples and bit on them gently, he almost came. How did she have such a powerful effect on him? Determined to keep control of the situation, Spike grabbed her arms and stopped her.

Buffy looked at him in surprise and then smiled, when he carried her over to the counter and sat her on the edge of it. He pulled her vest over her head and stared at her breasts, “You’re beautiful, you know that, Pet? I’ll have to paint you sometime.”

Buffy shivered in response. How could just a few words turn her on so much? Then all coherent thought was lost as Spike sucked on a nipple, and tweaked the other. He lavished great attention on her, until she was soaking and desperate for release.

“Please..Spike,” she moaned throatily, thrusting her hips towards him.

“Please, what, Kitten? Say the words I want to hear.”

Buffy pouted, “Cruel!”

“Yes, but say the words, or you don’t get any.”

Hazel eyes glared at him, “I want you in me,” she snapped.

Spike laughed in triumph, before pulling up her short skirt and tugging her panties off. He thrust a finger into her wet heat and Buffy groaned.

“Is that what you want, Pet?”

“Yes…but more…”

“More?”

Spike thrust a second finger in, stretching her tight channel. His thumb massaged her clit as his fingers thrust in and out.

“You like that?”

Buffy nodded.

“But you want something else, am I right?”

She nodded again.

“Say the words for me then, Kitten.”

“I want your….cock!”

Spike withdrew his fingers from her, unbuttoned his jeans and thrust his hard cock into her. He loved hearing the Slayer say dirty words. If possible, it made him even harder as he rammed into her. She thrust her hips back at him and squeezed with all her Slayer strength. God, she was incredible. He put two fingers into her mouth and watched in awe as she sucked her tangy juices from them. That sight pushed him over the edge. Spike thrust into her harder and faster and he suddenly bit down on her neck, opening the old puncture wounds. Buffy screamed with ecstasy and they climaxed together. Sated, he rested his head on her chest for a moment, “You’ll be the death of me Slayer!” He said, before recovering enough to withdraw.

Buffy’s glazed eyes slowly cleared and the electric shocks stopped pulsing through her body. She stared at Spike and drowned in his blue eyes. Then her brain slowly began to function and she remembered things.

“Oh, my God,” she said, suddenly pushing him out of the way and jumping down from the counter to gather her clothes, “I’m supposed to be meeting my friends at the Bronze!”

Spike buttoned his jeans and looked at her in amusement, “Easy, Pet, and I’ll be out of your way.”

Buffy stared at him for a moment. Whatever she had expected him to say, it wasn’t that. She felt a little disappointed somehow that he didn’t make her stay here with him. He seemed so intent on threatening her earlier…

Spike walked towards the back door, but turned to her at the last moment and said, “I’ll see you on patrol after the Bronze, Kitten.”

Buffy looked at him and shivered in anticipation. That was more like it.

“O.k.,” she shrugged indifferently.

Spike stopped himself from laughing out loud. The little minx. Pretending he didn’t effect her. He opened the door, and then turned back, “Oh…and Slayer…don’t wear any knickers!”

Then he was gone.

Buffy remained where she was, staring at the back door. Heaven help her, she was sick in the head, but she was totally in lust with Spike. How to handle yourself against evil, yet damn right sexy Vampires certainly wasn’t in the Slayer handbook. I’m totally decadent, she thought. I know it’s wrong and I shouldn’t do it, but I can’t seem to help myself.