The moon glistened through the night sky, lighting her path to her home after patrol.  Buffy stopped at the edge of her backyard staring at the pale creature waiting for her.  She slowly moved across her yard towards him, casually playing with her stake.  He sat on her porch, his midnight eyes watched as she came closer to him.  His movements were seductive as he smoked his cigarette and memorized her movements as she sailed over to him.  She walked past him and moved to her back door.  Spike stood up flicking his cigarette away and moved in behind her.  Buffy felt a chilled shudder run through her body as he narrowed the distance between them.  He held her close to his body, his cool hand moved slowly down her exposed arm grabbing the doorknob and politely opening her door.  Spike leaned his head down and licked her neck sending a shiver down her spine.  Buffy ripped away from his embrace moving into the kitchen and Spike followed behind her trying to reach out to her.

"Don't Spike."  Buffy told him as she grabbed a soda from her fridge, holding it on her forehead to cool herself down.

"Don't what, pet?"  Spike smiled as his hand moved up her smooth skin.

"Don't touch me.  I am hot, ok."  Buffy said.

"I can cool you down luv."  Spike smiled leaning down and kissing her cheek.  "Promise."

"Stop."  Buffy moaned.

Spike's hand moved down her hip and over her thigh pulling on her shorts.  "I can make you feel better."  He whispered into her ear sucking on her earlobe.

Buffy leaned into him as he ran his tongue over her pulsing veins, kissing up and down her neck.  His cool body sending shivers down her spine.  A moan broke from her lips as his hand danced across her hot skin.  She wrapped her arms around his body pulling him closer to her and she searched out for his lips.  Their mouths dueled in a fierce battle exploring the taste of each other.  Her heart quickened as his hands roamed up her stomach and over her breasts.  Buffy pushed him away from her quickly and moved to the other side of the kitchen, keeping her distance from the vampire.

"You need to go Spike."  Buffy told him.

"Why?"  Spike questioned.  "I thought I was cooling you off."

"You're not, ok."  Buffy said.  "I just want you to leave."

"I don't want to leave, though."  Spike smirked.

"I don't care what you want!"  Buffy snapped.  "Get out!"  She said as she opening the door for him to leave.

Spike stomped over to the door slamming it shut behind her.  "What is wrong with you Slayer?"  He snarled.

"I am hot, I am tired, and you are not leaving when I am telling you to."  She told him.  "You never do anything I say!"

"Well, I am trying to be Mr. Nice Guy for you, help you out, but you do nothing but push me away."  Spike growled.

"Because I don't want you near me."  Buffy gritted out between her teeth.  "I don't need your help.  I don't need you."

Buffy pushed Spike away from her, opening the door behind, hoping he would just leave she walked past him trying to leave the kitchen.

"That seems to be a familiar song and dance with you, pet.  All the way up until you crawl in my bed and tear off my clothes."  Spike grinned.

"Get out now!"  Buffy shouted throwing a punch towards his head.

"Until you want me to cool you down?"  Spike asked dodging the blow.  "Or should I have said, make you hot?"

"You don't make me hot, you just piss me off!"  Buffy yelled.  "I should stake you and just get it over with."

Buffy pulled out her stake threatening him with it, as she pressed it to his chest.

"Come on then.  What are you waiting for?"  Spike frowned.  "Slayer."

She threw the stake to the ground reeled her fist back and punched him in the face sending him flying out of the door onto the porch.

"I'm waiting for you to leave.  You are only good for that itch I can't scratch like you said.  You are just a convenience, remember, and tonight you are nothing but inconvenient, Spike."  Buffy snapped.

Buffy slammed the door shut, flipping the lock, leaving Spike lying on her porch.  He got to his feet quickly and looked into the kitchen through the door window. Buffy glared at him for a moment, then pulled the blinds and walked out of the kitchen.

    Buffy went into her room, grabbed a tank top and a pair of panties then walked into the bathroom.  She turned the shower knobs, feeling the water run cold.  She undressed and a small drop of perspiration ran down between her breasts.  It hadn't been this hot at night as long as she could remember.  Even as the night sky covered the world in blackness the remnants of the sun’s scorching heat lingered through the air.  She stepped into the shower and as the cold water trickled down her body shivers ran through to her bones.  Buffy closed her eyes and could feel Spike's fingers roam over her.  The water poured down her curves pooling at her center making its path down her firm legs.  She moved her hands over her body slowly in contrast to the falling water.  Her hands roamed over her silken skin, her nipples peaking as her fingertips swept across them.  The cold shower filling her imagination with memories of Spike's touch.  The way he could tease her body, emanate sounds from her nobody else could.  She shook the image of Spike out of her mind and turned off the shower to forget about him.  She pulled her tank top and panties on and finished getting ready for bed.  Her skin glistening from the shower’s mist still left on her skin and the back of her tank quickly became drenched from her dripping wet hair.  She went back into her bedroom, opened all her windows and curled up on her bed.

Buffy tossed and turned all through the night.  The heat surrounded her in a hot blanket of night air.  The sun was beginning to rise and Buffy yawned as she stretched and rolled over. The bottom of her eyes darkened from the lack of the sleep, but she sat up anyway and grabbed a pair of shorts. Buffy tiptoed her way down the stairs trying not to disturb anybody, and snuck outside.

She walked across town to Spike's cemetery.  She quietly opened the door to his crypt and made her way down the ladder into his bedroom.  He stirred on his bed as she stepped closer to him and began undressing.  Her naked body slid under his sheet, scooting herself up to his naked form. Buffy wrapped her arms around his cool body to pull him close to her.  Spike moved his hand down her arm and pushed her away from him.

"I thought you didn't need me?"  Spike questioned.

"I need you now."  Buffy smiled putting her arm back around him.

"Isn't that convenient."  Spike snapped, throwing her arm off of him and sitting up in his bed.  He reached over and grabbed a cigarette from his pack and pulled the blanket around his naked waist. 

"You know I didn't mean that."  Buffy told him.

"Why?  Because you say that daily?"  Spike asked.

"No.  I was just hot and miserable.  I just didn't feel good, okay."  Buffy said.  "And I don't say that daily."

"So, now I am just supposed to be here for you?"  Spike wondered.

"You don't want me here then?"  Buffy asked and moved off the bed.

"I want you here all the time, not just when you, and only you wants to be here."  Spike told her.

"I want to be here."  Buffy said crawling back on the bed next to him.  “And you want me to be here, so what’s the problem?”

"The problem is, you want to be here now, but when I wanted you here you didn't want to come."  Spike said taking a puff from his cigarette.

"I told you already I wasn't in a good mood, and I was hot."  Buffy snapped.

"And I told you, I would make you feel better."  Spike offered.

"I didn't want it then!"  Buffy yelled.

"Well I don't want it now!"  Spike yelled back.

"Fine!"  Buffy growled.  She got up and put her clothes on while Spike stayed on the bed and watched.

"You can come back when you wanna apologize."  Spike smiled.

"Like hell am I gonna apologize to you."  Buffy gritted through her teeth as she moved to the ladder.

Spike was behind her suddenly rubbing his body against her backside.  His hard on grinding into her lower back, and his hands clasped around hers holding her to the ladder.  "I know you'll apologize."  Spike whispered licking at her ear.  "You'll want me inside you, just like you want me inside you right now.  So I'll see you soon pet."  He smiled and pushed away from her moving back to the bed. 

Buffy closed her eyes inhaling his lingering scent and he watched as she made her way up the ladder.  The steel door slammed behind her leaving an echoing 'I hate you' from her lips.


    Buffy was sitting on her porch drinking some orange juice mumbling to herself when Dawn snuck out the kitchen door to stand behind her.  She leaned down behind Buffy trying to hear what she was saying. 

"I can't believe he did that."  Buffy mumbled taking a drink.

"Who did what?"  Dawn asked startling Buffy from her thoughts. 

"Uh, what?"  Buffy said.

"It must have been Spike."  Dawn smiled as she walked over to sit in front of her sister..  "What did he do this time?"

"Spike?  No, he didn't do anything.  I..I mean, I mean he wasn't even around, or seeing me.  He, uh, well ummm, he just, nothing, he annoys me is all."  Buffy stuttered.  "Why?  What?  It wasn’t Spike."

"So, then it was a different he, then?"  Dawn frowned.  "So, who is he?"

"There, uh, is no he.  No guy, no he, no nothing."  Buffy stammered.

"Why do you do that?"  Dawn asked.

"Do what?"  Buffy wandered.

"Act like I can't see what is going on."  Dawn said.

"Nothing is going on."  Buffy told her.

"I know there is something going on."  Dawn said.  "And it is so obvious it is going with you and Spike."

"Spike?"  Buffy laughed.

"You are such a terrible liar.  Every time his name comes up you wig."  Dawn told her.  "You might as well tell me what he did."

"I am not a terrible liar."  Buffy defended.

"And you're not telling me!"  Dawn exclaimed.

"Nothing to tell Dawnie."  Buffy said getting up.

"Why don't you just apologize?"  Dawn questioned.

"How did you know?"  Buffy asked turning to face her sister.

"I told you, you are a terrible liar."  Dawn smiled.  "And I ran into Spike last night after you yelled at him."

"I didn't yell."  Buffy snapped, moving back over to Dawn.

"Well whatever you did, I know you made him mad."  Dawn said.  "So, you should just apologize."

"I don't want to apologize."  Buffy said.  "I mean, seriously.  It's Spike we are talking about."

"Exactly, it is Spike we are talking about."  Dawn smiled. 

"Well, I don't know how to apologize."  Buffy whispered.  "I don't even know if I want to."

"You need to figure it out, and then go apologize."  Dawn told her and got up and left Buffy alone.

    Spike walked into his crypt and the floor was covered in red and purple rose petals.  A champagne glass filled with blood laid on the sarcophagus with a note next to it.

Follow the petals.

Spike picked up his glass, followed the trail of petals over to the ladder where a pair of panties carelessly hung.  He leaned down and a note fell from inside the black silk fabrics.

These ones you keep.

Spike smiled lifting the panties to his nose and inhaled her lingering arousal from the dainty fabric.  He stuffed the panties into his duster pocket and headed down the ladder to the bottom of his crypt.  The array of wine and blood colored petals were sprawled on the floor, forming an entry path to his bed that held his angel.  Candles were lit all over the bedroom, shadows dancing along his stone walls. The scents of vanilla rose from the flames that illuminated his slayer even more.  The candle’s warm glow glistened on her tanned skin as she sat on the edge of his bed with her legs crossed.  Spike’s eyes trailed up her body, starting at her bare feet up her smooth ankles, her silken thighs that ran up to her black lace teddy.  Her stomach shined through the darkness of the fabric pressed to her skin.  Her voluptuous breasts peeked through the top of the teddy’s corset, and her blonde hair splayed across her shoulders rounding over her neck and face.

"What are you doing here, luv?"  Spike questioned.

"I made up my mind."  Buffy smiled.

Spike strolled over to his bed, and sat down next to Buffy.  His hand glided over her leg up to the edge of her panties at her hips.  He slid his steady hand under the fabric and pulled her closer to him.

"So is this an apology?"  Spike asked.

Buffy ran her hand down his chest and stomach, tucking it into his pants, rubbing over his growing hard on.  Her lips roamed over his neck, her tongue dancing on his sensitive skin behind his ear.  She sucked on his earlobe as she unbuttoned his pants, lifting his shirt to run her fingers over his sculpted abdomen.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"  Buffy questioned.

Spike moaned as her lips sucked on his neck, and her hands moved over his body pulling his pants over his hips.  She stood up and pushed his duster off his shoulders, pulling his shirt over his head and capturing his lips with hers.  She sucked on his bottom lip begging for entrance into his mouth.  He parted his lips and their tongues danced.  Buffy pulled from his lips and pushed him back on the bed.  She grabbed the waist of his jeans and pulled them down his pale legs, pulling his shoes off and throwing them across the floor.  Spike laid back on the satin covered bed, as Buffy crawled up his pale body licking his nipple.  She teased him as she skimmed her hot center over his cock and Spike pulled at her panties trying to get to her as she sucked in his hard nipple.  She moved up and bit his lip before tenderly kissing him.  Spike grabbed her hips roughly and impaled her on his cock, and they moaned into each other's mouths, tasting each other.  Buffy moved her hips as Spike held her to him rocking her as his hips moved to meet hers.  She moaned as he rubbed against her clit, and she pulled from him, her head flying back as she took from him his passion.  He moved his hand up her teddy and gently squeezed her breast eliciting another moan from her lips.  He ripped her teddy exposing her breasts to him and Spike sat up pulling one of her erect nipples into his mouth.  His hips moved into her faster and harder as her moans became more urgent.  Spike laid back down and watched as Buffy rode him,  and he slid his hand over her stomach his thumb glided over her clit.  He pressed on her clit as she rocked on top of him.  Her body began to shake as an impending orgasm rocked through her body.  Spike rolled her over and her legs locked around his waist as he slammed into her.  His movements slowed as he captured her lips with his, his hands tugging at her breasts. 

"Oh, God Spike."  Buffy moaned pulling from him.  "Harder."

Spike stopped moving and looked down at Buffy and smiled.  He moved down her body, and her legs broke apart behind him.  Pulling her nipple into his mouth, he lavished it with his tongue.  He moved to the other breast giving it the same attention, as his fingers teased her hot core.

"Please Spike.  Don't stop."  Buffy pleaded.  "Please."

He moved down her stomach dipping his tongue into her belly button.  Spike looked up and smiled at her as he lifted one of her legs up wrapping it around his neck.  His tongue ran along the inside of her thigh and he blew on her wet center.  Buffy clawed at the bed and rocked her hips in urgent need for his attention to where she needed it the most.

"Please, I need you Spike."  Buffy groaned.

"You need this?"  Spike asked as he dipped his tongue into her center.

"Oh God!  Yesss!"  Buffy cried shoving her hips into his face.

Spike sucked on her clit, and ran his tongue up and down her center.  Her legs wrapped around his head as he sucked on her wet core.  He slid a finger inside of her and her body shook as her second climax took over her body.  He grabbed her hips suddenly and pulled her roughly to him.  Buffy slid across the bed and his cock slid into her as she slammed into him.  Spike kissed the inside of her ankle as he pounded into her center.  His body started to shake and he moved down kissing her roughly.  His hand moved down and he squeezed her clit between his fingers.  Buffy's legs clamped around his waist as her third orgasm rocked over her body.  Spike slowed and pushed into her harder as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. 

"Cor, Buffy."  Spike groaned over his orgasm.  "I love you."

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck as he laid down on top of her body.  He smiled and gently kissed her neck.

"That was a great apology."  Spike smiled.

"So I guess you don't need to hear me say I'm sorry."  Buffy said.

Spike moved off of her and laid down next to her, pulling the blanket up their bodies.  "I always need to hear whatever you have to say."  Spike said looking down at her.  He ran his hand over her face and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry, Spike."  Buffy whispered.

"It's alright, luv.  I'm used to it by now."  Spike smiled.  "Anyways, I love you, and that means all of you."

"Well, I just want you to know I'm sorry."  Buffy said kissing his neck.

"I think I am beginning to like how you apologize, pet."  Spike smiled.

"I can apologize again if you'd like."  Buffy grinned as she rolled over on top of him.
 

THE END