One Good Lay | Love Thy Neighbor by VamptasticA

Love Thy Neighbor
Parts 17-23

Written by: VamptasticA
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Summary: Buffy is a 27 year old widow who moves back to Sunnydale. Spike is her 19-year-old neighbor who also happens to be the previous owner of Buffy's new house's son. They meet, sparks fly, sheets get tangled along with everything else.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
A/N: A special thanks to PaganBaby for the brainstorm of a younger Spike and an older Buffy.
Feedback: Is Spike HOT? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE oh and did I say PUH-LEASE? vamptasticA@netscape.net

Chapter 17: Goin' on three days...*Buffy's Addiction*

Buffy moved her feet in time to the music flowing from her earphones as she danced around the house with a dust rag in one hand.

"Bah, bah, bah.......bleah! Commercials suck!" Buffy muttered pulling the set from her ears and waistband where it was attached and dropped the device on the coffee table.

Frowning lightly as she ran her cloth across the all too silent phone, * Three days since we had dinner, three days. Do I smell?* She wondered to herself as she raised one arm and sniffed delicately. *Nope, still good. So why hasn't he called? Or at least stopped by? I mean I know he said he would be busy for a couple of days but...I thought...* She sighed again as she plopped into an overstuffed recliner, clutching a pillow to her chest and thought back to the evening before last. * Hadn't things been going well? I mean, sure we couldn't have sex cause of my stupid sunburn but I thought we were getting somewhere good. We talked until 3 am and then we slept all snuggly in the bed. A guy doesn't stay that long when there isn't anything in it for him right?* Buffy's mind rattled on,*Another girlfriend...that's it! Wait, when did I become THE girlfriend?* Buffy's eyes opened wide at the thought. *I am NOT the girlfriend. He's not even 20 for god's sake Buffy. He's still a teenager, a warm, sweet, succulent, juicy....teenager! TEENAGER!!! Buffy what the HELL are you doing? You're worse than Mrs. Robinson! Worse than Jezebel....Buffy Anne Summers you are worse than DUECE BIGALOW!!!*

"Grrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." Buffy snarled as she stood up and threw the pillow she was holding as hard as she could.

"Oommph." Was all Buffy heard as she saw Spike crash to the ground on his ass, the pillow landing with a dull thud on the floor beside him.

"Oh...Oh God...I'm so sorry." She gasped, her hands coming up to her mouth in shock.

Shaking his blond head to clear it," Lord Buffy, you should go out for the Dodgers with an arm like 'at." He said his blue eyes twinkling at her as he leaned up onto one elbow his body still reclining on the hardwood floor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Buffy shouted at the top of her lungs, "YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!!"

"Sorry Luv," Spike replied shamefacedly looking at the now fuming blond. *Cor she's gorgeous.*

"Don't you knock?"

"I did, but there wasn't an answer, I tried the knob and the door was open so..." Spike explained making Buffy even more angry.

"So you thought you'd just come on in? This is MY house Spike, MINE! You can't just come and go whenever the hell you please. I am not here just to scratch some teenaged itch!" Her green eyes flashed as she shouted at him, the pent up tension of waiting for him for the last two days coming to the fore.

Spike drew himself up from the floor in one fluid motion with a hurt and confused look on his face.

"I never thought you were luv. I would never treat you that way. Don't you know? You're the one." He reached out and pulled her shaking body against his own, and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he rested his cheek atop her golden head.

"I don't know how you did it pet, but you've managed to climb into my heart, and cut me to the quick." Spike moved his head back and gently lifted her chin so he could gaze into her liquid eyes. "God baby, you mean more to me then I ever thought anyone could mean to me. I know it's only been, what? A week? And I'm burning alive for you. You make my very skin want to crack and peel from how much you fill my heart. You're in every breath, every cell, every thought; you're in my very bones. Can't you feel it luv? Can't you see how much you mean to me?" He ran a calloused hand cautiously over the smooth skin of her cheek, gently wiping away the tracks of tears he found there. "I'm in love with you Buffy Summers, I don't know how, I don't know why, but I am."

Buffy gasped as he lowered his lush lips to her own in the gentlest of kisses before her hands reached up to grasp his neck and bring him into a deeper embrace. Her reply to his confession could wait.

Hands started groping and fingers started searching for buttons and zippers as the two fell head long into lust. Abruptly Spike pulled away from Buffy smiling at her whimper of protest that turned into a squeal of delight as he caught her up in a fireman's carry and adroitly adjourned to the upstairs bedroom.

After dropping her unceremoniously on the down filled duvet, clothing flew every which way in the two lover's haste to be entwined in each other's heated embrace.

"Unh......God Spike....Want you..." Buffy groaned as he slid his nude body up hers like a snake in search of it's evening meal, stopping only to lick and kiss her now golden skin till she thought she would go mad with need.

"And you will 'ave me, my sweet. Just as soon as I 'ave 'ad you." He grinned sexily, ardor filling his deep blue eyes as he nudged her thighs apart only to grab them in a strong grasp and pull them over his shoulders.

"Sppppppiiiiikkkkkkkkeeeeeee..." Buffy's eyes rolled back into her head as Spike dipped his head and partook of her honeyed essence, his tongue gently running over the whole of her as he moved his hips against the covers trying to find a more comfortable position for his burgeoning manhood.

"God Buffy, you taste like the sweetest ambrosia." He growled against her thigh trying to control his bodies' reactions to her lusty tang before continuing his feast upon her wetness once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.........Oh GOD........that's..........Mmmmmmmmmm.......Soooo Damned Gooooooooood." Buffy moaned loudly as she felt her teenaged lover part her nether lips with his long tongue and gently lave the insides of her body with long, lazy strokes.

Spike closed his eyes briefly in sheer rapture as her body began to yield more of the liquid elixir that held him in such deep thrall. *Slow, sure strokes mate. Cor the noises she's makin', wanna cum right now on the sheets. No you stupid git, this is for her. You gotta prove yourself to her, that you truly love her, that it's not just a passing fancy of an adolescent. Mmmmmmmm, she tastes so damn good. Wonder what would happen if I did..."Spike smiled against her dampness as Buffy's body arched when he slid two fingers deep into her core, and an almost animalistic growl filled the room as she began to move her body harder against his questing digits searching out the final convulsive pleasurable end to her torment.

"SPPPPPPPPPiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..........Oh.....God..........MORE........MORE..........." She stuttered as her body started to twitch with the ever-increasing tide of pleasure he was affording her. *How does he.........*Her mind thought muzzily before breaking off into a blissful blankness filled only with Spike's scent all around her and the magic only he seemed to be able to provide.

"HhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm........" Buffys whole body seemed to hum with the melody Spike had chosen, playing her body like an accomplished musician plays a fine concerto. To and fro, strumming her lovingly with his tongue and delving fingers as he sought out and found every pleasure point, drawing from her body the melody only he and Buffy could hear.

"Gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm........" Buffy's voice sighed into the warm summer breeze coming in the open terrace, mingling the scent of fresh cut grass, and jasmine, with her heated musky scent, and bringing Spike to the very edge of his sanity in supplication to this wondrous woman.

*This is what I've read about in all those books, not half truths, not lies, this is the perfect woman, and she's mine.* Spike's mind dazedly followed the path of his passion as he lapped at the fount of Buffys essence, taking into his body, mind and soul every shudder, every moan, like a animal hoarding food to stave off the long winter months.

"OooooooooHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhGodOHGOD........OOOOOooooooooooooo," Buffy cried to the heavens, her voice becoming a steady repetition of moans, sighs, and groans as she twisted her body in helpless entreaty to her blond captor.

"UUUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn.....yes........YES..........YES......" Her cries fell onto deaf ears as Spike added yet another finger to her greedily grasping cunt, seeking and finding the soft inner underside of her clitoris that held the hidden treasure of all womankind.

Gently, ever so gently, Spike bent his fingers upwards towards the elusive spot as he lowered his tongue to the outer bud of her delight. As he flattened it against the quivering nub, he laved it determinedly with firm soft stokes as he applied a connoisseur's touch to her inner walls at the same instance.

Buffy's body tightened as her wild green-eyed gaze snapped open to stare blindly at nothing. Each touch of Spike's skilled tongue sent sparks through her body, each gently placed stroke of his fingers brought her closer and closer to that elusive prize. Her body had taken to violent shuddering as suddenly she felt the combined efforts of man and soul come together in sharp clarity.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDSPPPPPPPIIIIIIIKKKKKKEEEE...." Buffy's scream of unfettered pleasure cut through the late afternoon stillness like a hot knife through butter. Her body tumbled helplessly, blindly into the quivering, quavering, gut wrenching, moment of pure and total mind blanking rapture as Spike continued his hedonistic assault on her overflowing cavern.

"HUHHHH.......HUHHH........OH...OH...OH...MYGOD.......OOHHHOOOOOHHHHH.......SPIKEEEEEEEYEEEESSSSS..." Buffys mind melted from sensory overload as the young man between her thighs swept her into orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't talk, and couldn't do anything but be his total and utter puppet whose strings were stretched taught again and again with each and every soul searing touch.

Finally feeling the trembling in her thighs and the strangled sounds of her breathing become what Spike knew was leading steadily up to more than she could handle, he gently disengaged his coated fingers from her grasping tunnel and moved up onto the bed to pull her still shaking body against his own.

Panting for breath against his chest, it was all Buffy could do not to fall into an erotic stupor and just float away on the after effects of the tremors still running rampant through her body due to Spike's skillfull ministrations.

"I think I died somewhere there." She finally managed to squeak out against his warm skin.

Spike chuckled deeply in his chest as he pulled her even tighter into his embrace, "I love you woman." He said in complete and utter happiness.

Feeling her tense slightly he hurried on to say, "You don't have to say it now pet. I know it was fast, and I don't expect anything from you but I hope... someday." His voice cracked slightly on the last word as his emotions threatened to overtake him. *Good goin' Will, cry like a small child, that'll turn her on.*

Buffys hand reached up to caress a sharp angled cheekbone as her heart welled at the sound of his distress. *How could a nineteen-year-old man feel and show so much? It had taken years before Angel could fully articulate his feelings.* Buffy smiled in wonder at this truly special man knowing she carried his heart in her hands, and to throw such a wondrous gift away would be foolishness indeed.

Looking deeply into his turbulent eyes she whispered against his lips, "Someday William, you can count on it!"

Chapter 18 Cause DAMN *Will Smith - Men in Black*

Buffy rolled onto her stomach and lay with her hand propping her head up as she looked at her slumbering young lover. Her green eyes taking in every beautiful aspect of his gorgeous face, * and he is beautiful dammit! * His lean chiseled cheekbones, his bleached blond bad boy hair, his deeply hypnotizing blue eyes that could compel you to do whatever he willed with a single smoldering glance, and those lips. Good lord, those lips. Full and lush, they could turn down in a little boy pout, or smirk into a ravenous big bad wolf, or just smile, lighting up the whole room and bringing you into his own personal world, till you were sure you were standing on the burning surface of the sun itself.

Buffy was sure it was the smile that burned her the most, making her skin crack and peel in a most delicious heat. *YUM. *

Reaching out with one hand towards his firm chest muscles she licked her lips in delightful anticipation. *God, he's so warm and firm. I could lose myself in his heat and scent for days and never even regret the time spent. *

Her thoughts spiraled lazily to more enticing ventures as her fingers traced a complicated pattern on his pale skin, her own skin heating up in response to the thrumming that seemed to flow throughout her being at this, even the slightest touch of her fingers on his reposing form.

Spike's blue eyes opened slowly as he felt the delicate touch of his lover on his languid body. Keeping his breathing even so as not to alert her to his wakefulness, he watched through hooded eyes, wondering where her questing touch would take her.

Unable to keep her lips from tasting his heady essence anymore, Buffy lowered her head to his neck, running her tongue from the cup of his ear to the dip in between his collarbones in one long trail. Tasting the salty tang of his skin, and breathing in the purely male scent that made him irresistible to her, she moved her body sinuously towards his, until her soft breasts made contact, a thrill of pleasure coursing through her as her nipples brushed the soft, supple flesh of his pectoral muscles.

Moving her hand restlessly down his body she noted the slight intake of his breath as she danced her fingers over his tight lower abs. Smiling to herself she slithered downward, all the while keeping her heated skin pressed to his own, as she followed the trails of her fingers with her moist lips. Nipping, lightly biting, swirling at his skin, his now stiff nipples, his quivering stomach muscles that jumped at her touch, she delighted in each gasp and moan she managed to coerce from her teenaged Adonis.

Her thighs moved restlessly against his as the wetness between them built. All she wanted to do was impale herself on his now rigid cock and ride him until the whole world was swept away into blue oblivion. *This is about him Buffy. You will have him soon enough. * Her inner voice admonished her and persuaded her to continue with her slow examination of his pleasure points.

Spike's eyes had closed again at the unbearable pleasure Buffy was affording him with her mouth and hands. Using all of his will power to keep himself from throwing her onto her back and plunging his rock hard maleness into her over and over again, he couldn't withhold the gasp and groan of pleasure that filled the room, as he felt her mouth move from his stomach to engulf his turgid shaft in one deep throated, wet kiss.

"MmohGod Buffy." He half moaned, half gasped as his hands went to tangle in the long deep golden tresses that had been tickling his skin from her first elusive touch. His body arching helplessly into her mouth as he felt her shift her weight, until she was kneeling between his strong legs, her hands coming into play as she cupped his sac with one, while the other encircled his straining organ.

"Oh yeah luv....Fuck....just like.........tha........at...oH Buffy...." Spike continued to gasp his encouragement to the blond voraciously devouring every inch of his cock, as her hand surrounding the base of his shaft, turned in a counterclockwise motion in time with every delicious dip of her head.

Buffy mewled around his staff as he began to thrust into her mouth, his hands clenching and unclenching in her tresses as she drove him to distraction with her suctioning mouth.

Spike lifted his head slightly, reaching down to hold her hair to one side, when he felt the hand previously kneading his balls slide down his calf and then seemingly disappear, at the same instant her suctioning lips seemed to increase in appetite.

"Oooohhhhh....bloody.....fuck.......Buffy..." He howled as he took in the site of her own fingers rubbing persistently between her legs, the whole act becoming that much hotter in the nineteen year olds already fevered mind.

"Mmmmmppphhh..." she mumbled around his now purple headed organ as the delectable waves of her own orgasm started to press down upon her, forcing her into desperate action.

"FUCK...FUCK........FUCK........BUFFY....OHGODFUCK...." Spike's hips rose and fell on the bed thrusting deeper and deeper into her hot, wet, warmth as her tongue traveled the underside of the shaft, his response spurring her fingers into overdrive as she shoved two fingers inside her grasping hole while she teased her clit with her thumb.

"NOW...BUFFY...FUCKYES........NOW.......NOW.........NOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW.."Spikes voice broke as his body tensed into a tight bow. Buffy opened her mouth wider and took all of his cock into her throat as her own body answered his primal call of completion.

Buffy's scream was muffled around his pole as she was thrown into orgasm at the same instance as her lover. Helplessly caught between her own need and his driving completion, it was all Buffy could do to cling to the tenuous hold she had on his tight muscled thigh with her free hand, as his rigid cock started releasing load after load of his thick, viscous, fluids into her mouth.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK..............BLOOOOOOOOOOODDDYYYYYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUUCKINGGG HELLLLLLL." Spike screamed out in pure undiluted ecstasy as he felt his shaft deliver his life-giving fluid into her mouth and he felt her swallow it down, while the feel of her own uncontrollable quaking brought him to the most powerful climax he had ever had in his tender years.

"MMMMmmmmMMMM...MMMMM.MMMMM..." Buffy moaned around his manhood as she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm with her own fingers, the sheer volume of his seed in her mouth, dripping down her chin, pushing her to even greater heights of joyous relief as she licked and sucked and swallowed every last drop.

Finally, shakily removing her wet fingers from her over stimulated channel, Buffy moved up enough to collapse on top of Spike's still gasping chest. Her own body still quivering in aftershocks as he wrapped his arms around her, and sighing deeply he followed her once again into deep slumber.

Chapter 19� Blue Moon

Buffy yawned and stretched as she smiled up into the deepening shadows of the room. Reaching out with one hand, she was momentarily surprised to feel that Spike had left the bed, until she opened her eyes.

*Oh wow, * was her first thought as her eyes grew accustomed to the dark and she began to see what Spike had done.

From the pillow of her bed, where a single perfect rose lay, to the open door of her room, candles glowed and rose petals rest scattered across the hardwood floor enticing her to follow the intimate path to see where it led.

Stepping from the bed, she pulled the white cotton top sheet with her and wrapped it around her bare form, tucking the ends into the valley between her breasts.

"Spike?" she called out as she stepped into the hall, carefully following the winding path of golden light and fragrant petals, "Where are you?"

Moving down the steps and finally reaching the 1st floor of her home, she saw that the candles led out through the kitchen and out onto the patio and pool deck beyond.

Walking lightly, Buffy moved to stand framed in open door way for a moment, her breath trapped in her chest, as her star dazzled eyes beheld the magic that Spike had prepared for her in such a short period of time.�

The formerly plain wicker dining set was now draped with a multitude of scarves of deep gem toned hues so long that the pointed edges covered the ground giving the table an Arabian nights like quality. On top of this sat two place settings of fine bone china so translucent you could almost believe it would shatter with even the slightest of whispers. Next to the plates two crystal goblets filled with shimmering golden hued wine sparkled and refracted the warm buttery glow of a cascade of vanilla scented candles seated upon a small, round, silver serving tray.

Stepping out onto the porch, Buffy smiled with delight at the soft strains of Spanish guitar filled the warm night air.

"Like it luv?" Spike said coming up behind her and wrapping his long arms around her tiny waist. His still bare chest coming into contact with the flesh of her back, sending shivers of delight through them both.

"I love it." She breathed as she turned her head to place a kiss onto his clean-shaven cheek. "When, how?"

"Figured you'd be asleep for awhile after the last. I also figured you would feel a bit peckish when you got up, I know I do, could eat a horse, I could." He said removing his arms and taking her hands in his, walking backwards as he led her to the table while continuing,� "So I through on some jeans, whipped up some dinner, nothing fancy, just steak and baked potatoes, and while that was on the barbeque I remembered that Anya had left some of her stuff here. What you see on the table is all thanks to miss Anya. With a little style thrown in by moi."

Pulling out the comfy wicker chair that went with the set, Spike watched the candlelight flicker across the woman of his dreams lovely countenance, as Buffy sat down.

"Thought maybe after dinner we'd take a midnight swim, if you like." Nodding his head in the direction of the inky depths of the pool.

Looking up at him, her eyes misty, she told him, "I've never had anyone do this for me. Not even Angel." Her voice breaking on the last words as she spoke them, and the threatening tears spilling over and cascading down her cheeks.

"Now love," Spike said crouching down in front of her, gently wiping the tears away with one tender caresse, "No tears, only happy thoughts ok?"

Buffy sniffled nodding her head before showing him a smile so bright it would have made a sunbeam jealous of its intensity. "I'm not sad, really I'm not. I'm happy. So very, very happy, and I have such a wonderful man to thank for it. For this." She let her eyes sweep over the table again, before looking back into his deep blue eyes, bringing one hand up behind his neck and tugging his face closer, she whispered, "Thank you William," against his lips before claiming him once again as her own.

CHAPTER 20 Adult Swim

"Mmmmm, dinner was fabulous Spike." Buffy commended, "My compliments to the chef!"

"Glad you liked it luv, barbeque is my specialty." He grinned at the small blond as he dropped a kiss onto her forehead before collecting the dinner plates and taking them inside.

Buffy sat for a moment, watching the comings and goings of her young lover, her entire being relaxed more than it had been for a long time. *Now all I need is a midnight swim with him and it will be perfect! * She thought as she stood up, untying the sheet still draped around her, and dropping it to the ground at her feet.

Spike's jaw came unhinged as he came out of the house in time to watch his lover standing in the moonlight like some sort of Venus with the sheet she had previously worn, pooling at her feet.

"My God, you're beautiful." His voice coming across husky as the lust put a strangle hold on his body.
*Schwing...* was all he could think, as his cock stood at attention, just begging to salute Buffy in her raw form.

Looking coyly over one shoulder Buffy winked sexily at him and then turned and started slowly towards the darkened pool. Beckoning him with one crooked finger as she stepped into the warm water, Buffy laughed delightedly as the handsome nineteen year old hurriedly followed her.

Spike watched as Buffy continued deeper into the pool, the water lapping just below her naked breasts, and then as she turned around and looked pointedly at him.

Pretending ignorance Spike merely spread his arms in a pose that clearly said, What Now?

Crossing her arms in front of her breasts and hiding them from his avid gaze, Buffy giggled at the look on his face. *Kinda like taking a baby's favorite toy away. Uh huh...see mister...two can play this game. *

With a shrug of acquiescence, Spike ran a hand slowly down his muscular chest, and over his six pack abs, to his jeans to unbutton only the top button of his Levi's. He then raised an eyebrow at her, as if to say....Well?

Buffy mimicked his shrug and turned fully away from his gaze to swim into the depths of the pool knowing full well the reaction she would get. Smiling broadly when she heard the splash of water behind her, Buffy still gasped when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist a moment later.

"Can't get away from me luv." Spike whispered in her ear his sexy accent sending shivers of desire down her spine as he pulled her naked body flush with his.

Treading water with him slowly, Buffy rested her head back onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers over the length of his forearms, marveling at the security she felt in his embrace.

The balmy late night air caressed the two lovingly as they floated together in the cocoon like warmth of the pool. The only sounds were the sweet strains of classical guitar and the soft lap of water where it met the sides of the pool.

Turning in his arms, Buffy raised her eyes, a wicked feeling of unfettered lust coursing through her body as she looked into the unfathomable depths of his gaze.

Spike groaned aloud when he felt her slide her body up just a little, wrap her shapely legs around his waist and tease his engorged cock with the softness of her nether lips.

"Oh god........Buffy........I need you.........." He moaned against her hot lips as she crushed her mouth against his, scorching him with each bite of her white teeth on his full lips.

His arms tightened as the lust and desire intensified. His hands now ran up and down her wet, naked back impatiently as she tried to crawl up his body, in search of closer contact.

"Steps....mmmm.........luv," He barely managed to do what he had uttered. With the craving for her crashing down around him, it was all he could do to keep his steps sure as he carried her to shallow end of the pool.

Setting her down on the second to top step he dropped immediately to his knees in front of her, slung her legs up over his shoulders and drove his tongue into the deepest recesses of her body.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goooooood......." Buffy howled into the night air, her body arching against the rough concrete of the pool and her head falling back, as she felt Spike attack her pussy with his tongue and lips. Grabbing onto the safety bar with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, Buffy ground herself upwards against his face spreading her thighs ever wider across his body.�

Wrapping one arm over her left leg Spike sought out the center of her throbbing need and began a slow stroking rhythm that had her sobbing and begging for more within seconds of touching it. With his other hand he thrust three fingers deep into the core of her without warning, his fingers curling upwards to caress the upper wall of her womanhood with a sure touch.

"Oooooh....Ohgod..Ohgod...Oh...I'm gonna...Oooo...Now....FUCK.....NOW.....I'M ........."Buffy shrieked as her body arched out like an bowstring just waiting to be plucked, Spike pulled his mouth and fingers from her withering form and instead replaced them with his engorged cock, pounding into her struggling body.

"Uh..Uh...Uh...OHFUCKYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS....FUCKMEEEEEEEEEFUCKMEEEEEEE......." Buffy screamed as her body was pushed over the edge into an abyss where only Spike and his huge cock existed.

Holding her slick thighs, he thrust hard, harder, each slap of his balls against her upturned ass bringing her to greater and greater heights as she quickly crashed from singular orgasm into multiple. Until finally she was wailing incoherently from the onslaught of the teenagers ravenous prick.

The feeling was unlike anything he could imagine, tight, wet, hot, and pulsating all at the same time, her inner muscles rippled over his manhood as he drove into her again and again and again.

"Buffy.......fuck.......OHBloodyhell.......YES....TighterBaby...make it.......OHYEAH......FUCKYES.......FUCKMEBUFFY....CUMON.....OOOOHFUCKLOVE.....I'MGONNA...." Spikes voice rasped as he pushed himself ever deeper into her clenching cunt. Her fingers clawing at his arms, her eyes tightly closed as Spike rammed himself in and out, in and out.

"OHGODDDDDDDDDDBUFFFFFFYYYYY..........I'MCUMMING.......FUCKI'MFILLLINGYOUUUUU....." Spike's entire body convulsed as he released his pent up seed into Buffy's willing body. Her own matching his in the ultimate consummation of their lives.

Spike thrust into her blindly as the life-giving liquid poured from his body, each and every quake making his cock jerk into her, as she moaned and thrashed beneath him.

At long last his orgasm began to taper off, leaving a shell of a man behind, as he dropped her thighs and collapsed against her still heaving body. His hands skated across her sweat slickened skin as his lips found one of her hard nipples and gently laved it as a small moan broke from Buffys lips.

Running his hands up her arms Spike raised his head and looked at the blond lying beneath him so wantonly.

"I love you so much, baby." He whispered before brushing his lips against hers.

"I could feel it." Buffy replied her eyes aglow with satiated lust. "I've never had an orgasm like that before, where did you learn that?" She asked as she slid a gentle hand down the side of his face.

"I didn't." He smiled, "Guess you just bring out the animal in me." He punctuated this with a small thrust of his hips into hers letting her feel the erection that was still embedded deeply within her.

"Mmmmmmm....well, I guess maybe we should feed the animal then shouldn't we?" Buffy murmured as Spike started a slow thrusting motion once again, sending delicious ripples across her skin.

"Ohhh.......yes.........we should definitely do that!" Spike answered.

Chapter 21�� Two days gone

6:30 pm rang out on the grandfather clock in Buffys living room, letting the blond woman know that it was only a half an hour before Spike came to collect her for their first real date.

Smiling to herself as she wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, she reached a trembling hand out to touch her reflection. Her eyes were wide and luminous and her face slightly flush, *as nervous as a schoolgirl. * She thought to herself shaking her head ruefully.

After a second or two she looked into her own eyes and laughed out loud giving her reflection a saucy wink for being so silly. She then mimicked the part of a cowboy shooting his gun and blowing off the steam at the end of the barrel in the and as she left the room to finish getting dressed, she started humming You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.

7:00 pm

Spike strode up the walkway of his love's house; a bouquet of red roses in one hand and black velvet box in the other. Transferring the roses to his other hand he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Why who ever could it be?" Buffy's voice carried through the still closed door making Spike chuckle.

"Why it's William. How do you do William?" Buffy curtsied gracefully to Spike after opening the door, and then promptly burst into little girl giggles.

Smiling happily at his date he stepped into the doorway and grabbing her around the waist proceeded to waltz with her in the foyer, before finally leading her into a low dip, which ended with a kiss on the nose.

"These are for you m'lady." He said gallantly handing her the flowers with a little swish.
"And..." Opening the velvet box to reveal a stunning silver chain with a red ruby in the shape of a teardrop dangling from it.

Gasping Buffy turned to Spike with surprised eyes, "Wha? I mean...why?"

Spike's heart tore at the look he interpreted as taken aback. "You don't like it?" He asked his voice quavering ever so slightly as he struggled to place a mask of indifference over his anguished face.

"Oh...Oh God no...I love it." Buffy said turning to her young paramour, "It's absolutely beautiful. I just didn't expect a gift." Gently pulling the fragile necklace from the case she held it out to him and asked, "Put it on me?"

Looking intently at her for a moment, he then nodded before accepting the chain into his hands, not saying a word. Buffy turned around and held her flowing tresses up and out of his way as he slipped the necklace around her slender neck. After closing the clasp he laid his hands on her shoulders he asked, "Do you really like it?"

Turning around so she could look deeply into his darkened eyes she placed a kiss on his lips and said truthfully, "I love it. I really do."

Pulling her into a brief hug he seemed to shake off the disappointment of her first reaction and smiled sweetly at her, "Our chariot awaits my sweet." He said bowing deeply before helping her into her shawl and holding the door open for her.

As Buffy passed through the doorway and into the evening, Spike caught his reflection in the hallway mirror, the hurt shown clearly for a moment before he closed it off and pulled the door shut behind them. After all it was still early.

�� Long Way Home

Buffy sat in the passenger seat of the Desoto reflecting on the evening. It had been pleasant and Spike a perfect gentleman all evening. They had gone to dinner at a fancy resteraunt and then he had taken her for a moonlit walk along the beach, holding her hand and talking with her, laughing at her jokes and smiling at her attempts to draw him out, but something was off.

Sighing sadly Buffy looked out at the passing scenery, her mind and heart full of regret for her actions earlier on. It wasn't that she didn't like the necklace; she loved it, but such a token, so soon. *He's just a boy Buffy, and he thinks he's in love with you. * While she could admit she did have feelings for him, she just couldn't say what he wanted her too. Not yet anyway.

Turning to look at him, his profile was lit by the soft lights of the dashboard, carving out the shadows and lights that so perfectly fit his handsome face. *No, not a boy. A man. *� She thought to herself as she followed the lines of his Grecian countenance, next admiring the cut of the deep blue Armani suit he had worn for her, and down to his strong hands clasping the steering wheel as he drove. *He is a man, * Her mind repeated, * he's just a young man. * Inwardly she sighed again and as the car pulled up to the curb of their respective houses she wondered if she shouldn't just end it now before either one of them got more hurt.

*Impossible, my special gift is impossible relationships. * She mused remembering the line of some long forgotten movie.

Spike turned the engine off and pulled open his driver side door. Taking a deep breath to relieve some of the tension he had been carrying within him all evening, he walked over to her door and helped her from the car. The drive home had been too quiet and neither one knew how to break through the strain that stood between them now, as thick as molasses.

"I, um...had a wonderful evening."Buffy started hesitantly looking at the younger man standing before her.

"I'm glad luv." Spike responded his heart in his throat as the moonlight hit the pendant glistening around her neck.

A teardrop how appropriate, you stupid git. *
He wanted to take the necklace back and erase the whole evening. He wanted to start all over again. He wanted laughing, happy Buffy back, the Buffy he knew he had a chance with. Not this Buffy, who seemed older than her age and reluctant to take any risk at all with her heart,.

Both fidgeted for a moment before Buffy said, "You could come in you know, you are welcome." The soft words were spoken but not heard for a few long moments, by the hurting and silent teenager who was staring off into the distance his mind somewhere else.

"I think I'll take a rain check luv, if you don't mind. Kinda knackered and I've got an early day ahead of me tomorrow." Spike said before leaning up and brushing a kiss across Buffys lips leaving her wanting for more.

As Spike walked across the grass between the neighboring homes Buffy called out, "Spike?"

Turning to look at the woman who had stolen his heart, hope flitted across his face briefly.

"Goodnight..." Was all Buffy could say.

"Night." He replied the hope in his heart now crumbling into dust as he took one last look at her and then retreated into the sanctuary of his own home.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered as the first tears fell down her satin cheeks and her hands clenched and unclenched at the futility of the situation she had put herself into.

As the tears began to fall in earnest, she turned towards her own home and locking the door behind her, crumpled onto the entryway floor, crying her heart out over the love of a nineteen year old man.

Chapter 22: Cleaning out the cobwebs

*It's been a week....a whole week. * Buffy thought as an ever-present tear worked it's way down her cheek. *I miss him. * Was all she could process as she swiped irritably at the errant tear with the back of her hand.

She just didn't know what to do. Wearily she sank down into the cushions on her couch, and grabbing up the TV remote she began to flip resignedly through the channels. Not really paying attention to what was being shown, all she could see in front of her red puffy eyes was Spikes sweet, handsome face.

"GAAAAAAAAAaHhhhhhhhhhhh."� She shouted throwing the remote at the wall where it crashed to the floor with a loud, satisfying racket.

*Just go find the boy, Buffy. He loves you he'll understand. Tell him how much you miss him; tell him the truth about how you feel. Give him a chance to be a man in your eyes. *

The thoughts swam through her mind round and round until finally she just couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine, I'm going." She said out loud as if to steady her already rampaging nerves before walking resolutely to the front windows and peeping out the curtains to make sure his car was parked out front. It was.

Buffy stood up and squared her shoulders. *Time to be a big girl Buffy.* Giving herself a pep talk as she walked to the front door, smoothing her shirt down nervously as she went.

"Spike." Her green eyes went round as she pulled open the door and found the object of her endless torment standing in front of her. It only took a second for her mind to make up her body's actions. In one step she wrapped her arms around the surprised teenager and started to cry against his white t-shirt babbling words of apology as she clung to him.

"I'm so...o... so..rry.. I never....meant...to hurt you...I'd ....*snuffle* ...give anything...to...make...it up to you....missed you...mis...sed ...you so much..." She wept against his hard muscled chest.

Spikes heart expanded ten fold as he wrapped his arms around the small woman sobbing on the porch against him. He'd come to apologize for acting like a selfish prat; he certainly didn't expect her to be the one apologizing.

"Shhhh...luv. I've got you, Williams got you." He murmured against her bent blond head, holding her to him as he moved them indoors. Shutting the door behind them he took her small hand into his larger one and walked her to the living room couch. As he sat down on it he pulled her into his lap and once more wrapped her in his tender embrace, coaxing her head onto his shoulder as he spoke.

"I'm the one who should be sorry pet." He said tilting her chin gently so he could look into her liquid green gaze. "I acted like such a fool. You just lost your husband, your high school sweetheart, and here I am spouting words of love and giving you gifts that more than likely made you feel like you were obligated to say the words back to me."

Buffy opened her mouth to say something before he cut her off.

"You are not." He continued smiling down at her, "I won't lie to you and say I don't love you, because I do. I can't help that, I didn't expect it either, it's just what happened." Pushing a strand of golden hair off her forehead, "And I won't apologize for it. It happened, I'm in love with you, but I won't push for anything more from you. As long as I have your promise that you will at least give me a chance."

As she nodded happily at him, Spike sighed, "Look, I know I'm only nineteen. Soon to be twenty. But that doesn't mean I can't love you the way you should be loved. It doesn't mean that I don't love you as a man loves a woman, I do. I'm just asking for a chance to prove it Buffy." His own eyes started to tear as he looked at her, "Will you let me prove it?"

Sitting in his lap, in his embrace, Buffy wanted for nothing more in the world. But she had to be honest with him, "I promise to try." She said softly before continuing, "I won't lie to you, I'm scared of this. The age difference, how quickly you fell, the whole thing frightens me. Terrifies me actually, but I can tell you one thing for sure, you're in my heart. What that means right now, I can't totally say. I need time to figure it out for myself. But if you're willing to be patient with me, I'd like to find out with you next to me."

"Ah luv, that's all I wanted to hear." He said as he pulled her down into a tender kiss both of them breathing a silent sigh of happiness as they melted into one another.

Moving apart after a few moments Buffy rested her head back onto his shoulder.

Feeling her shaking against him Spike thought at first she was crying again, until he heard her giggles. Looking down at her with an amused _expression he questioned, "What is it pet?"

"Look what I've done to your poor shirt." She pointed to the streaks of black mascara now marring the white t-shirt. "God, I'm a mess." She laughed at herself.

"My mess, my beautiful mess." Spike said drawing her lips into sweet torment with his own, his tongue sweeping across the tender inner edge making her blood rush through her body.

"Mmmmm..maybe..."She commented, "We should take this off and wash it?" She said teasingly as she plucked at the offending garment helping him to pull it over his lean frame.

"MMMmmmm definitely better, but..." She paused looking down on the sloe-eyed man below her. "We really should wash it, before it stains."

Jumping up from his lap, Buffy laughed merrily as Spike took up the chase through the house finally cornering her in the sunshine flooded laundry room.

Standing in the doorway of the room Spike watched as Buffy pulled off her top with one hand and flung it to the floor, her grip holding his shirt to her never faltering. Next came her bra, her shorts, and finally her panties as they all joined her blouse on the floor.

"One more." Spike said as he indicated the t-shirt she still held in front of her naked body.

"Why don't you come help me?" She said crooking a slender finger at him and beckoning him to her.

Both gasped loudly as the cotton shirt slipped from her grasp and sinking to the floor between them leaving nothing but skin on skin.

Lips touched and that was all she wrote.

Buffys fingers worked feverishly to undo Spikes jeans.� And as they dropped to the floor her hands reached down to grasp the heated length of his turgid rod into her snug grasp.

"Jesus Buffy." Spike moaned aloud at the first touch, before groaning helplessly as Buffy dropped suddenly to her knees before him and pulled his cock into her wet kiss.

"Mmmmm," She moaned around him as she tried to swallow him whole, *He tastes so good. * Was all she could think as she started a fast and furious licking and sucking on his rock hard manhood.

"Buffy, luv, fuck...stop...stop..." Spike wanted to kick himself as she stopped the delicious torment of his sensitive glans and looked up at him. "You don't want?" Buffy looked confused as he pulled her up to standing before lifting her onto the top of the washing machine and spreading her legs.

Kicking his jeans to one side, Spike stepped between her thighs, pulled her forward on the appliance until she was spread in front of him and in one slow thrust, entered her body with his own.

"I just want to cum inside of you." He managed to grit out as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, her hands and legs entwining around his neck and hips as he set up a punishing pace.

"mmmmmmm.........fuck yes........" Buffy sighed, "You feel so good inside me, I've missed you........mmmmmmm...." her sighs and groans spurring him on.

The room was quiet except for the wet slapping of two bodies as Buffys juices slid down her thighs coating them both.

"Ohhhhhhhhh god, luv." Spike half groaned half mewled like a newborn puppy as his pistoning hips pushed him deeper and deeper into Buffys more than willing nether regions.

Dropping her head back and leaning the weight of her body onto her elbows Buffys cry of rapture echoed through the room as Spike took a hardened nipple into his mouth and he stroked the other with a calloused hand. Gently laving the nipple with his mouth he suddenly nipped at it, the mixture of pleasure and pain too much for Buffys deprived body and she fell suddenly into the abyss.

"OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOooogodohgodohgod SPIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEE........" She screamed as her inner muscles clamped down in a menacing grip onto his cock, the rippling of her insides and the quaking, and quavering of the rest of her pushing Spike headlong into his own orgasm.

Pulling her shuddering body against his Spike began the final strokes to his own completion.

"Fuck...Fuck........Jesus.......soo...........good........... tight..........hot.........fuck........Buffy Ohsweetjesus Buffy.............Now...NOW...NOW!!!!!!!!" His shouts of pleasure mingling with hers as he stroked within her and began to shoot jet after jet of semen deep into her quivering body filling her to capacity until their combined fluids sloshed messily out of her to puddle onto the top of the washer.

"Ohhhhh.....that was.........." Buffy murmured against his sweat-dampened shoulder when she was able to breath again.

"So goddamned good." Spike finished for her as he gently pulled himself from her, both groaning at the loss of contact, and pulled her into his arms.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Buffy hummed against his skin as she listened to the rapid beating of his heart.

Resting his head atop of her own, for a moment, Spike sighed contentedly before asking, "How bout a swim luv?"

"Sounds about right," She answered as he picked her up from the washer and set her on her feet before picking up his soiled, discarded shirt and wiping the fluids from himself and her inner thighs as well as the machine.

"The love machine." He chuckled to himself as he dropped the shirt back onto the floor before catching her look of curiosity.

"The washer, I now dub it, the love machine." His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned at Buffy.

"Hmmm...funny I was just thinking the same thing about you." She joked as she took his hand in hers and pulled him along to the blue liquid haven outdoors, the clothes on the floor all but forgotten.

Chapter 23�� Darkest before the light�� (For Dahlia cause I promised!)

Buffy sat on the back deck of her home contemplating the past month in the warm evening air. It had been a year now since she had lost Angel, a month since she had left his home and made her own way in the world, a month since she had met William.

A smile lit up her face as she thought of her younger lover. He was so sweet, and loving, and caring. But at the same time so masculine and strong. True he was only 19, *soon to be 20* she reminded herself, but he seemed so much more mature. The conversations they had, he was well versed on everything from Art and Literature to how to rebuild a carburetor or how to bake chocolate chip cookies. It was amazing to her, that someone that young could be so learned.

And did she mention his lovemaking skills? Next to none�.he was a God in bed. Always taking her to new heights, insatiable really. It was so hard to believe he had only been with one other woman before herself.

And he loved her.

Buffy sighed the smile slipping from her face, as she thought of the many times during their lovemaking he had said that he adored her, loved her, would only be hers forever. As much as she loved hearing it, she still couldn�t say the words to him.

Did she? She just didn�t know. Living in a state of denial, her friend Willow would say, here�s a man who worships you, does everything for you, asks nothing in return and you can�t make up your mind as to whether you love him back or not.

She thought she did. In the deep of night, when they both lay panting and weak from their lovemaking she was convinced she did, but when the cruel harsh light of day shown, all of her insecurities welled up in her throat choking off any words she might say.

She had loved Angel. She loved Angel still, she always would. He was her soul mate for so long, her very reason for breathing for so long that she didn�t know how to exist on her own, standing on her own two feet. She couldn�t let go of the pain of being ripped in two halves. Couldn�t get past it. She wanted to scream out in frustration at the unjustness of it all, wanted to rip, and tear and rend, she was so sick of feeling achy and hollow and tired. She was so tired. What did she do to deserve this? What was someone trying to tell her? That she�d never love again? That she would never be able to utter those three simple words to a man who loved her with his whole being, body and soul? The very thought of saying the words to Spike made her shake and quiver with fright. What if he left her? What if he got sick? What if he found someone younger? All these questions battered against her bruised heart and her weary head like a moth trying to get to a flame. It was tiring, exhausting down to her very soul. As much as she wanted to she just couldn�t give up the reins to her heart yet.

There was only one recourse to take, only one road her mind would follow and so she would keep her heart locked away in its gilded cage, away from William, and away from love. But he would not know that, she would do everything in her power to keep him from being hurt by her emptiness.

10:00 pm

Spike unlocked the door to his house after a long day spent at the U.C. Sunnydale campus and then later checking over two different work crews that were remodeling houses in the area for his father. All he wanted to do now was take a shower and then fall into bed.

Throwing his books onto the kitchen counter along with his keys, he stopped at the icebox for a cold drink, and then stood looking out the back door windows towards Buffys house. All was dark, he had noticed that when he had driven up, thinking it unusual considering she rarely went to bed before 2:00 am. Preferring the cool of night to the heat of the California days.

Running a hand through his gelled platinum locks, he turned from the door and started towards his bedroom, drink in hand.

A glow slipped out from under the door making him pause for a moment before he gently pushed it open to reveal his golden goddess lying on his bed, wrapped in nothing but black satin sheets and a smile.

�Finally home I see.� She teased as she beckoned him towards her with one finger.

Setting his drink down on the bedside table and then stripping off his black t-shirt and kicking off the boots he wore, as he walked he joined her on his bed clad in his well worn jeans and lay down on his back beside her with a great sigh of relief while closing his eyes.

Turning on her side to face him she ran a finger down the hard line of his stomach to the top button of his Levis and stopped there.

Opening one cerulean blue eye he looked at her wondering why she had paused, and seeing the seriousness of her expression pushed himself up to his elbows.

�Luv? What�s wrong?� He asked watching her as her face started to crumple at the pain she had been trying to hold inside, hidden from him

He gathered her to his chest as the tears began in earnest and lay back down to let her cry in harsh breaking sobs against him.

�I�.don�t��deserve you�� She sobbed her hands clutching at his hard chest as if afraid to let him go for an instant. �I don�t want to lose you�.�

�Lose me? Buffy, what are you talking about? How will you lose me? I love you, you know that.� He replied his heart clenching at the very thought of this woman not being exactly where she was right now.

Raising her tousled head, she looked at him through liquid eyes the tears still flowing slowly down her cheeks.

�I know. I do know.� She started taking a deep breath her voice hitching in her chest as she started speaking. �And I want to love you��

Spikes heart froze, �But you don�t.�

Her lip trembled, �I don�t know. I think I do, but then I think of everything that�s happened to me in the past and it scares me. Terrifies me. I just don�t know how to feel.�

Spike let out a breath as he pulled her once more into his arms, �You don�t have to tell me you love me Buffy. I understand why you�re scared. You lost your husband, you�ve had no one but yourself to rely on, and now there�s this new person.� He put his finger over her lips gently to still her as she was going to speak, �A new person, who not only falls in love with you but is only nineteen to top it off. You�re bound to ask yourself questions about the whole situation; you�re also bound to be cautious. I understand, and I expect nothing else. That�s why I don�t push you. I know you care for me deeply, I can see it in your eyes, and feel it in your touch and that�s enough for now. I can be patient, and I will be patient. I�ll be here for you Buffy no matter what, but luv, you�ve got to come to grips with your demons and put them to rest and that�s something I can�t do for you. You have to do it all on your own, but know this Buffy Anne Summers O�Connor, I do love you and I will hold you when you need to be held and I will listen if you want to talk.�

Fresh tears spilled from her eyes as she listened to his words. The weight of her thoughts disappearing into the dark the pain and grief fading.

Tilting her head up with a finger under her chin he asked seriously, �Do you promise to talk to me Buffy?�

Nodding her head a tremulous smile on her face, �I�ll try, I promise.�

Pulling her down to his lips for a sweet kiss, Spike then snuggled her against him, pulling the comforter over the both of them with his free hand.

Running one of his hands over her smooth skin he thought out loud, �I wonder if that�s why the monkey wears the pants in the box of animal crackers.�

Giggling Buffy asked, �What?�

�The monkey.� He explained, �In animal crackers he�s the only one with pants. I was thinking it�s because he�s the most level headed and all the other animals come to him to fix stuff.�

�So you�re a monkey?� Buffy teased, her hand resting on his firm stomach as she tickled him lightly drawing a small laugh.

�No.� He growled as he pushed her over onto her back, �I�m THE monkey! Wanna see my banana?�

�Oooo can I peel it too?� Buffy grinned up at him, her heart light once again.

�You can dip it in chocolate if you wanna babe!� He winked lasciviously at her before dipping in to nibble on her neck. his strong body pushing hers into the soft bed making her forget everything except him.

�Mmmmmm��.oh yeah�.nothing better than chocolate dipped Spike nanner.�

TBC...

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