"What's the hold up, luv?"

 

"I can't remember which key unlocks the door."

 

"Just break the lock."

 

"Do you WANT the alarm to go off, genius?"

 

"What I  WANT is to get inside and take all your clothes off  so I can do you properly."

 

 "Hey! That's not helping me concentrate, you know."

 

 "Just providing incentive, pet."

 

 

 

     ~~~~~ 

 

"I thought we'd NEVER get here."

 

"Well, YOU'RE the one who kept stopping every two minutes to make out."

 

"Didn't hear you complaining, luv."

 

"Do I look crazy to you?"

 

"Slayer...how many buttons are ON this shirt?"

 

"Too many....DON'T tear it."

 

"I won't."

 

"Take this off."

 

"Is the hook in the front or the back?"

 

"Let me do it."

 

"Hang on...I've got it...there."

 

"Ohhh..."

 

"Like that, do you?  Want me to suck them?"

 

"What do YOU think?"

 

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?"

 

"Wait a second... just let me unzip it."

 

"Oh, that's beautiful, luv. No, don't....I want to take them off  you."

 

"Hurry."

 

"Mmm...bit damp down there, I see."

 

"Yesssssss...I am. Oh..."

 

"Oh, yeah....that's my girl...a little harder, babe."

 

"Like this?"

 

"Fuck ...just like that.  Ahhhh..."

 

"Spike..."

 

"Pull them down."

 

"Lift your foot...both...."

 

"As long as you're down there, pet..."

 

     ~~~~~

 

 

"Feels...Buffy....that's good...mmm...yeah...oh, that's...deeper...suck harder...hard...Christ, baby, don't stop!"

 

"I'm not...I just want to...."

 

"FUCK!!...do that again...yes...yes...ahhh...now...right now...I'm...ah...yeah...yeah...yeah...YEAH ...OH, YEAH! Do it, baby!...Take it!....Ahhhh...!"

 

     ~~~~~

 

 

"You okay?"

 

"Yeah, I'm good...real good. Let me just...come here, now...spread your legs apart..."

 

"Spike....that's perfect...oh...mmm...that's it right there...use your tongue...harder...lick me there..."

 

"Taste so sweet, luv...sweeter than candy."

 

"More..."

 

"Yes, baby."

 

"Mmmm, Spike...eat me good...oh...oh...stop...stop..."

 

"You sure?"

 

"Uh-huh."

 

"Lie down, then..."

 

"....ohhhh, yes..."

 

"Lift your legs a little...that's it."

 

"Feels good...go deeper...all the way in..."

 

"Fucking tight....wet..."

 

"Harder, Spike...fuck me hard..."

 

"I'll...fuck...you...hard...all...you...want..."

 

"There!  Right there!  Push down on...yesyesyesyes.."

 

"Does baby like that? Hmm?"

 

"...unh...unh...more...more...Spike....so good...it's

so..."

 

"Good...isn't it...fucking...unbelievable..."

 

"Come on, baby...faster...make me....make me..."

 

"Wanna come?  Is that what...you want...make you come?  Let me up a little...I want to play with it..."

 

"So close...so....ohhhh...I am....I'm gonna come...I'm gonna do it..."

 

"Do it....come for me....come on my cock...that tight pussy....squeezing me....want's my come inside it....want's to...to suck it out of me..."

 

"Spike!"

 

"Yes...yes, baby....come...come now...now...do it...do it...BUFFY! ...fuck me...fuck....fuck...."

 

     ~~~~~

 

 

 "This is a sturdy little cot, isn't it, luv?"

 

"Good thing."

 

     ~~~~~

 

     ~~~~~

 

"What do you think is wrong with us?" Buffy asked, snuggling closer.

 

Spike wrapped his arm around her and resettled the blankets. "Nothing wrong with us," he replied. "We just

wanted to have sex...with each other."

 

She sighed. "But even so...it's not normal to want it all the time...constantly."

 

"Yes, it is," he said, kissing the dampness away from her forehead. "When you're brand new in love it's all

you do...all you think about...dream about."

 

Buffy held his face in her hands and kissed him hard. "But that's not us," she protested. "We aren't in love....we're in hate, remember?"

 

"Baby, baby, baby," he whispered in her ear. "Don't you know that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin?"  His tongue slid wetly around her earlobe, making her moan. "Mmm, that's nice, kitten....purr for me."

 

"Okay....I give up!" she stated firmly, burying her face against the side of his neck. "I don't care why it's happening either...as long as it keeps happening."

 

Spike chuckled against her skin. "It will, kitten."  Tangling his  fingers in her hair, he pulled back gently so he could look into her eyes. "Cause I'm not giving this up. No fucking way."  He kissed her hard on the mouth. "It's NEVER been this good."

 

"Never," she agreed, returning his kiss.

 

     ~~~~~

 

Scooting up, Buffy straddled him and smiled.

 

"Oh, my...what's that?" she giggled, rubbing her bottom against his crotch.

 

"Something for you to play with," he said, lifting his hips and bouncing her.

 

"For me?"

 

"Just for you, kitten."

 

Buffy threw her head back, fearlessly exposing the length of her soft throat. "Hey, you know what?"

 

"What?"  He sat up and nuzzled her neck.

 

"You haven't called me Slayer in hours," she informed him, mimicking the tone he usually used when he said it.

 

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he asked. "Well, you haven't tried to slay me for a while."

 

"Silly me....something keeps taking my mind off it."

 

"Yeah?" He bounced her again.

 

"Yeah," she grinned, staring into his eyes. "Something big" he did it again, "and hard," and again, "and yummy."

 

"Kiss me," he demanded.

 

Her laughter disappeared.

 

 

Tracing her fingers along his jaw, then over the high arch of his cheekbones, she lowered her head and placed her lips gently on his. 

 

Spike tightened his arms around her, finding himself with  an unexpected need for tenderness, the giving of it and the receiving of it, as he suddenly remembered how very young she really was.

 

**Christ...who'd have ever dreamed that a 19 year old baby  would be my downfall...and how eagerly I'd welcome it..**

 

The sound of the shop door opening upstairs shocked them both into immobility.  They could hear Willow moving around, muttering to herself about something, then the bell tinkled again.

 

"Willow!"  Anya's voice was high pitched and excited. "You're here!  Thank you for that spell. It worked!  Xander was amazing."

 

"Oh...Anya," Willow tried to interrupt.

 

"Ohhh..my stars," Anya almost moaned. "Xander was an animal last night. We had sex over and over again. I almost can't walk!"

 

"Anya," Willow tried to say again.

 

"You are the greatest witch of all time. I swear...I am gonna stock this store from floor to ceiling with the ingredients to that

lust spell."

 

     ~~~~~

 

Down in the basement, Buffy and Spike stared at each other.

 

"Lust spell?" Buffy murmured. "That's what happened."  She shook her head and pulled out of Spike's arms. "It wasn't us...it was just a spell. Not our fault."

 

She looked into his eyes, not at all sure how she felt about this new knowledge.  It was almost...disappointing...to learn that it had all been beyond their control, forced upon them by sloppy witchcraft.

 

Without a word, she stood up and began to dress.

 

Spike watched her, wanting to follow her and pull her back into his embrace, wanting to comfort her and baby her, to take care of her and to tell her that he didn't give a damn what had caused it, that he wanted it to go on and on.

 

"Well..." Buffy said, smoothing down her hair.

 

"Yeah..." Spike stood up and pulled his clothes on.

 

There was an uncomfortable silence as they stared at their feet, wondering what the hell to say to each other.

 

"Look, Slay....Buffy," Spike finally said. "I don't know how we managed to get caught in this fuck up, but..."

 

"What happens now, Spike?" she asked. "I mean...we have to tell Willow about it. She's gonna have to break that spell."

 

**Why?** he wanted to say.  "I suppose so."

 

"And THEN what happens?" she asked again. "We keep trying to kill each other?  I don't know if I can...go back to that."

 

"Me, neither, luv."

 

 

     ~~~~~

 

 

They continued to look at each other, unhappiness written all over both of them.

 

 

Oh, dear.  Such a nice, young couple, too.  What a shame.

 

Guess I'll have to do something about this....

 

     ~~~~~

 

They fell silent again, listening to the conversation upstairs.

 

"Anya!"  Willow said sharply, trying to stifle the other girl's  rhapsodizing over Xander's sexual prowess. "Be quiet and listen to me. I didn't perform the spell last night. My mother called me and I had to go before I could do it.  That's why I'm here now. I figured since it's Sunday and the store would be closed for the day..."

 

"Oh. Well, never mind!" Anya said pertly. "Turns out we don't need it after all.  Just return all the ingredients and we'll call it even."

 

There was a silence, as though Willow couldn't quite believe her ears, then the bell over the door tinkled again as both girls left the store.

 

     ~~~~~

 

Down in the basement, Buffy and Spike stared at each other as Willow's words began to sink in.

 

Without a word spoken between them, they came together in the middle of the room, hands and mouths roaming feverishly over bodies.

 

Buffy pulled back first, panting for air. "No...no spell?"

 

Spike bent over and kissed her throat. "No spell," he confirmed.

 

"Well...what does that mean...I...ohh...do that again," she moaned as his teeth nipped at her skin.

 

He scooped her up off her feet and carried her back to the cot. "It means," he said, "depositing her in the middle of it, "that we've been doing it because we want to."  Grabbing the hem of her skirt, he pushed it up around her waist.

 

Buffy began working on his belt buckle. "Does that mean that...we can keep on doing it?" she asked, tugging down his zipper and reaching into his pants.

 

"I don't see why not," he replied, sliding her panties down and off.

 

"Oh, good."  She stretched out on her back, parting her legs. "Can we do it right now?"

 

"Yeah," Spike grunted, falling forward and penetrating her with one hard thrust.  Finding the now familiar rhythm, he licked and kissed her neck. "Baby....you feel so good. I could fuck you forever."

 

Buffy lifted her hips to meet each downward stroke. Panting and moaning, she dug her nails into his back.

 

"You like it, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "That feel good?"

 

She raised her hands to cup his face. "Kiss me and I'll tell you."

 

     ~~~~~

 

Looking down into her eyes, he slowed the pace of their coupling and placed his lips against hers tenderly.

 

Drawing away, he hid his face against her neck. "God, Buffy...what are you doing to me?  And why do I want it so much?"

 

She arched her neck as he began to move a little faster. "Because it feels right," she murmured, stroking his hair. "It's never felt so right...so good."

 

"Never," he agreed, shocked to discover that he meant it.

 

Buffy could feel the moment of completion building up in her, making her tense all her internal muscles around his invading flesh.  She knew she couldn't last much longer, and she wanted him to be with her with it happened. Placing her lips against his ear, she spoke softly...

 

"Spike...that feels so good...I can feel you inside of me...filling me up with your body...so big...oh, God, I can feel it everywhere...so hard...pounding into me..."

 

"Buffy..." he choked.

 

"Yes, baby...anything...anything for you...I'm so wet...you've made me so wet...ohhh...you're so deep inside of me...I feel you inside of me...you have your...your..."

 

"Say it!" he demanded, grinding into her.

 

"Mmmm...your cock...in my pussy....feels so, so good...so big and hard...faster...do it faster...fuck me harder...deeper...that's it..oh, yes...please, baby....are you gonna come?  You're so close...I can tell...I can feel it..."

 

"Yeah," he grunted, pumping harder.  The things she was saying were driving him out of hid mind.  Such erotic words spoken in that little girl's voice of hers.

 

"Fuck me...fuck me hard...come with me...now..."

 

With his final thrust, he pushed down firmly, slamming himself  into her as they both exploded.  He felt her clamp down, squeezing him, milking him, taking every drop he had.

 

"Yes...yes...yes...ohhh..."

 

He had to clap one hand over her mouth to keep her from  screaming.

 

     ~~~~~

 

"Oh, my God....we're gonna kill each other."

 

"Maybe so, luv...but what a way to go."

 

"Yeah, I can think of worse ways.  The first time I died, I..."

 

"The...pardon me, did you just say that you died?"

 

"That's right. But it was only for a minute. Your old friend, the Master...sort of killed me."

 

"He's no friend of mine, kitten. I hated that ugly bastard."

 

"But weren't you kind of related to him?  I mean,  Drusilla sired you, Angel sired her, Darla sired Angel, and the Master sired Darla. Doesn't that make him your" she counted on her fingers,  "Great-great grandfather?"

 

"Don't get technical. Anyway, it's not like he bounced me on his knee and pulled quarters from behind my ears, you know. It's just a term we use for lack of anything better to call it."

 

"At least you don't have to worry about family reunions."

 

"No, you took care of that, didn't you?"

 

"I surely did."

 

"So, how did it feel...being dead?"

 

"I don't know. I was dead."

 

"Funny girl."

 

"Stupid boy."

 

"Bitchy slayer."

 

"Smart ass vamp."

 

"You irritate the shit out of me."

 

"You piss me off constantly."

 

"I think I love you."

 

"I think I love you, too."

 

     ~~~~~

 

"Kiss me...then say it again."

 

 

     ~~~~~