She gasped as she felt his hand inexpertly wander up her thigh. His large hands roamed her golden skin and it tickled under his palm.

She arched her back in need and want as he slowly grabbed her buttocks to meet his desire. His throbbing member poked her upper leg and she gasped in wonder at how ready he was.

He was so heavy, but she was hardly there.

Concentrate, Buffy. She told herself.

"Relax, baby," he whispered in her ear. His tongue went out and gently licked her outer lobe making her nipples perk at his touch.

His other hand grabbed her bare breast, twisting the nipple clumsily between his thumb and his index finger. She moaned in desperation and dissatisfaction.

He was trying. She thought but she knew it was not going to be enough.

Without warning he thrusted his finger inside her making her cry out in pain not pleasure. He smiled, he loved to make her scream in delight.

She pulled away from him trying to find something that would do it for her so she took command of the situation and flipped him on his back straddling him.

He looked up her in confusion but she shut him up with a passionate kiss. She kissed him so hard she drew blood from his lips and he hissed in pain.

"Sorry," she mumbled apologetically at his response and hid her frustration. She needed to be rough to let go of all she was, how else would she come?

"It's okay," he said gently bringing his hand to her face.

She was beyond frustrated.

Bending down she took in his nipples in her mouth and gently sucked on each until he was moaning in pleasure.

Without him noticing she let one of her hands wonder to her clit to work her own magic. I can do this. She said. She had forgotten when sex had turned into such a task that even her fingers needed to do the work. Like she had to force her orgasm to come. The last time she had faked it and had felt terrible about it. This time it was not about feeling terrible, it was about dissatisfaction, she needed the release.

There was no heat, no desire.

"Buffy? What are you doing?"

Her thoughts were jolted to the present.

Riley was staring at her in confusion and desire.

She smiled and lied, "Getting Ready."

He shrugged and frowned. "Let me do that."

He said as he flipped her over.

Oh No!! She cried out in her head in frustration.

Without warning he trust into her. He was so hard, she frowned he was hard just looking at her, and here she needed help. Was something wrong with her...with him?

He was panting wildly on top of her when all she wanted to do was shove him off her.

"Oh, baby, you're so hot,.....oh baby," he moaned.

She was fuming.

"C'mon, Buffy. Say it," he hissed. He was about to come and she knew he was expecting her to do the same.

So she grabbed his shoulders and pressed her chest against his and braced herself for her performance of the year promising to herself she'll seek the comforts of her trusty vibrator later on.

"Come with me, Buffy," he said to her ear. He was quivering in want and in need.

She was quivering in desperation.

"Yes," she hissed at him.

Then she felt him coming and she voluntarily shook her body lightly and screamed out his name as he did the same.

He slumped his large body on top of her and she felt suffocated.

Within seconds she could hear him snoring on top of her mumbling that he loved her.

She sighed.

What had she come to? Why was she faking it? Why was she continuing with her dissatisfaction.

She rolled him off her and he didn't even blink.

She laid there for a while with his sweat bathing her.

She felt sticky and nasty.

Gently she stood off her bed and headed for the shower.

The water was hot and heavy on top of her skin and she though it perfect to mend her needs.

Her fingers did the explorations and she caressed her body and came finally for the first time that night.

She stepped out of the shower and quickly tossed on some sweats and a tank top. She needed to kill something.

Slaying will probably do something for her.

She peeked into her bedroom and Riley was loudly snoring, and she shuddered. When had her boyfriend grown so unattractive? He was so large and so sweet and so.......'cardbordy'.

She frowned and walked out her house silently.

Walking the familiar route, inhaling the familiar scents.....one in particular.

She narrowed her eyes and turned towards it.

And there he was trying to hide in the shadows. She stalked up to him, stake at hand to do her usual threat.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed at him.

He stepped out of the shadows clearly embarassed for being caught.

She was mad, he could tell. Her cheeks were bright pink and her nose was narrower giving her an appearance that he loved.

"And don't say passing through, that's old and used," she said placing her hands on his hips.

"I was a.....your mum, how's she doin'?" he asked slowly.

She glared at him. She wasn't necessarily mad at him, just upset by her entire situation and he was just there, and well.....she might as well vent.

"Like you actually care?" she snorted.

She saw his Adam's apple slowly move as he swallowed and semi-wondered what it would be like to lick it.

Pulling herself back to her thoughts he shook her head.

"Something the matter, slayer?" he asked hooking his hand on the belt of his jeans.

Her eyes met the destinations and she unconsciously licked her lips.

Her arousal hit him like a ton of bricks. But he couldn't tell whether it was from shagging Capt.America or his actual presence.

"Not gettin' any?" he asked in a seductive purr.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the vampire before her.

"Get out of my sight, Spike," she hissed as she pointed her finger away from her house.

He smirked and walked away, then he stopped and turned to look at the still aggravated girl.

"You know, pet. I was just pointin' out the obvious." he said.

Her lips tightened. "How would you know, ha, Spike?" she asked approaching him.

"Well if you didn't scream so bloody loud, then half the neighborhood wouldn't know about your fake sex life."

"My fake sex life," she asked crossing her arms amused. But she more did it to hide her swollen nipples. "I am not the one shagging a dumbass blonde dead thing that takes pleasures in shopping and matching her shoes with her brain cells."

"Well at least I don't have to fake it," he retorted.

Her face went bright red in embarrassment. How the hell did he do it? She needed to get out of there and fast before she broke down and told Spike, out of all people, about her desperation.

"I don't fake anything. The only thing I fake is the desire to have you un-dead and annoying.I prefer you dusty, so now the truth is out," she replied smirking.

He smirk right back and looked up at her window were Riley was sleeping.

"Right, if you say so slayer, but tell me one thing. Why do you leave the bed in the middle of the night. And don't tell me to patrol cause you already patrolled. The only reason you're up and 'bout is because you miss the feel of a nice, big, thick, shaft inside of you and it's ability to make you scream until it draws blood from your throat. That's what you're faking, nothing more nothing less."

Her mouth was watery by the time he finished his description and she was ready to scream "Yes, oh god, I need that."

"You,...you're a....p..pig, Sp..Spike." she stuttered.

He walked close to her until his lips were almost touching her ear lobe. "And don't you love it," he whispered in her ear.

Without thinking she pushed him off and ran back into her house.

OH, God! What the hell was that? She asked as she slammed the door behind her and she panted for breath.

"Buffy?"

She heard Riley at the top of the stairs and sighed.

"Buffy, where are you?"

She hung her head in defeat.

"I'm coming." Yeah right, she snorted as she walked up the stairs.

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Spike stood in front of Buffy's front door. She had almost gone in about two hours ago but he couldn't shake the image of her all flushed and embarrassed. Sure he wanted to shag her but all he could bring himself to do was torment her.

He hung his head in defeat as he knew she was back in bed with cardboard on top of her.

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Riley's fingers traced the circle of her dark pink nipple as she gasped with want. Another night another round of faking it.

His mouth gently nipped at her throat her his body weight descended on her with much force. He was hard as a rock, again, and she was just getting warmed up.

What was it with these American men, always horny, all the time.

She closed her eyes to escape the feeling of complete and utter frustration as she concentrated on his touch. Between her arching up to him and his kisses something changed.

The kisses were more passionate, more rough, more 'have me now."

Now this is more like it. She thought. Her eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by intense blue eyes that penetrated her own, making her realize thing about herself that she didn't wish to consider.

His alabaster skin covered her in a nicely shaped way and arms that were broad and suffocating became lean and well muscled. His hair turned from ashy blonde to a shocking wave of platinum blonde. Her eyes went wide with confusion but the way his body felt against hers she decided not to complain.

He smiled. "Ready for another go, cutie?" he huskily whispered to her and she though she just might melt at the feel of his silky words in her ear.

"Yes," she gasped.

Roughly he pulled her up and pushed his own body down tracing a cold tongue through her stomach and into her opening.

He teased her by biting her inner thigh and massaging her butt at the same time.

The he stopped and she moaned in need, and chuckled. A hearty chuckle.

"You want this baby?" he asked teasingly licking her out folds.

She gasped as his cold tongue met her sensitive skin and she arched her body in need. "yes, please...."

He gave her his signature smile and went down for the main course.

Her entire body went into shivers as his tongue slipped inside of her, the coldness that was him made her feel as if her whole body would explode.

She blindly reached out to his hair and stroked it as he rode her with his tongue, lapping up her bittersweet juices with fervent hunger.

She was in heaven, how long had it been since she had felt like this? She didn't know and at the moment it was too complicated to think even think about it.

"Please..." she moaned in need.

"Please what, pet?" he asked hoarsely as he licked the juice form his thick-rosy-lip.

"Need you now," she gasped hardly being able to speak through her excitement.

He gently ran his hand up her body until they reached her breast, and he started working his magic as he pulled his own body up to met her needs.

He brought his face inches away from her and without warning plumeled her mouth in passion-filled-estacy.

She met his every trust and when she felt his hard large member kissing her entrance lightly she moaned and jumped at the same time. She was so close to comming she though she might die.

"Spike..." she hissed in his ear and he smiled as he watched her face when he entered her, her eyes bulged open at his size.

"OH God!" she cried.

He grabbed her body against his as they blended into one. She roamed the planes of his perfect back as they rode each other to oblivion.

"Buffy." he murmered in her ear which only made her come closer to her destination.

Without warning he slipped his game face and bit down on the delicate fold of her neck.

The moment of the erotic gesture she came harder than she ever did, bringing him along with her.

They both cried out in release and the shivers and shakes ripped through each of their bodies.

Both lay there spent and completely satisfied.

She cradled his head on her chest, stroking his hair carelessly and his ear relished on the sound of her heart beat.

Then she heard him purring, a rumbling sound that tickled her stomach and she giggled at the feel.

"You're purring," she whispered in delight giving him a small smile.

"Completely content." he mumbled into her skin.

"You know what I do when I am content?" she asked him.

He lifted his bed head and lazily looked at her as he brought his hand to caress her face.

She smiled at his sweet gesture. "I sleep," she whispered.

He leaned up and kissed her forehead, getting up and behind her as he spooned her body to his.

"Then sleep," he murmured to her ear.

She sighed in complete happiness and trailed off into happy land with Spike.

"Buffy?"

She heard but didn't respond.

"Buffy?"

Her eyes fluttered open, why would Spike try to wake her up?

"What?" she asked lazily.

"Hey baby, time for school."

Her eyes went wide.

"Riley?" she cried as she sat.

She found a very confused and very naked Riley next to her.

She cringed interanally. It had been a dream.

"You ok, baby?" he asked concerned. She nodded and leaped out of bed and literally ran to the bathroom.

Behind her she shut the door and slid down to the floor.

The dream had been so perfect........Oh God......She dreaded what the consequences would mean.

Take me now, baby, here as I am

Hold me close, try and understand

Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe

Love is a banquet on which we feed

The ceiling moved in circles as her eyes searched for some type of a change in the horizontal pattern. But her imagination was cut short as a loud snore broke her thoughts.

She looked at him all asleep and cuddled on his bed.

Carefully and silently she stood from his bed and dressed herself quickly and quietly. The fluorescent clock marked 12:15 am. She needed to get out and think. She couldn't go home--it was too familiar. She could go to the cemetery but she'd have to slay. She couldn't go to the bronze--her friends would be there...or he'd be there.

She had done everything she could to avoid running into Spike. Just the thought of him brought back the memories of the wonderful dream and she refused to look into the matter. It was too complicated, and being a slayer was complicated enough.

So she crept out of Riley's apartment and headed toward the one place she knew was usually solitary.

The docks by the lake.

The trip there was short and uneventful which she was grateful for since she was definitely not in the mood for slaying. She just needed to get away and think for a while.

The dock was in view when she realized someone had claimed the quiet property before her. Her heart froze at her throat when she saw who it was.

About twenty feet from her lay Spike. His boots and his coat were carefully placed on top of the bench by the old docks, his signature black jeans were rolled up to his knee exposing his pale muscular legs underneath.

With his bare feet and calves in the water as he sat on the floor of the docks, he was lying completely down, smoking a cigarette and looking at the clear night sky.

Buffy froze as she saw the scene before her. She was tempted with two options. Option One: go to him and have a nice chat (like any of their chats ended nicely) or Option Two: run as fast as she could out of there before her dissatisfied hormones got the best of her.

The first won.

She walked silently to where he was lying at and smiled at the relaxation of his face. He was enjoying his time alone and she almost wondered if she should disturb him, but then again, since when did she care what Spike thought?

As her face came into his view he wondered if it were a dream, one of the many. But she smirked at him as if she'd caught him doing something she could blackmail him with and he nearly choked on his smoke.

"Slayer!" he cried as he abruptly stood up. His quick movement cause the dock to swagger and knocked Buffy off balance, landing next to him on a thump.

When the dock stopped swaying he smirked at her. "Wanna join me, Slayer?"

She glared at him.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" she asked, but making no attempt to stand up.

He arched his eyebrow at her. "Watching the telly. What the bloody hell does it look like I'm doing," he rasped at her.

"Enjoying a quiet night?" she asked sarcastically.

"Something you wouldn't know nothing 'bout," he said lying back down to the position he had been in and bringing his cigarette to his mouth.

Buffy studied his hand as the burning tobacco made its way to this slightly parted lips. She had to stop this insanity. Here she was studying the way Spike's soft lips really didn't go with the rest of his face. They were soft, vulnerable and suggestive, while the rest of his face was confrontational, intimidating, and experienced.

Without saying a word she took off her own shoes and rolled up her bootcut jeans until they reached her knee and gently slipped her legs into the dark waters as she leaned her self back to the same position he was in.

He watched her from the corner of his eye and was quite amused. He would have never expected her to do this.

"It's quiet tonight," she said to no one in particular.

Spike nodded and took a drag of his smoke.

"Why are you here, Buffy?" he asked quietly.

She was beyond stunned at his use of her name. Never had she heard him use it.

"Just thinking," she replied looking at him in wonder.

He dug into his jeans and pulled out a yellow packet.

"Hungry?" he asked, offering her the object.

She looked at his pale black nail-polished hand that held a large Butterfinger.

She really liked that candy, and she was indeed hungry.

She nodded and took it form him, making sure that their skin didn't touch.

"Thanks," she murmured.

Now it was his turn to look at her in wonder.

"You're welcome," he said.

Come on now, try and understand

The way I feel under your command

Take my hand, come under cover

They can't hurt you now

He listened as she opened the packed and started munching merrily. He had never been with her like this, just enjoying the night and each other's silence.

Silence was the decided remedy so he stayed quiet.

Until she started giggling.

He turned to look at her to find a Butterfinger covered Slayer. His mouth watered immediately as his pants suddenly became tight.

"It crumbled on my face," she said between giggles.

He was amused by her actions and decided to play along. He started picking the chunks off her hair and face.

The moment his fingers came into contact with her she froze. He sensed the tension in her but since he didn't feel a stake near his heart he decided to continue what he was doing.

She watched him carefully as he picked the orange and brown pieces off her face and neck.

Her breathing increased and she stopped wondering what was wrong with her.

When he finished he smiled at her, "There, all clean," he murmured.

At that moment she though she never wanted a man more and it had been too long. She needed him tonight.

As the silence increased between them she raised the broken bar of chocolate to her lips and dropped a few pebbles on her lips.

He watched her carefully, but upon meeting her eyes, he saw what she wanted.

He stared at the lonely chocolate pebble on her pink lips and decided that if her was going to die tonight he was going to do what he'd wanted to do for a year.

He bent down slowly and tentatively reached out with his tongue to grab the piece of chocolate.

As his cold tongue wet her own swollen lips she shuddered with need.

At her reaction Spike wasted no time and plundered her lips.

She was at first shocked at his reaction but the feeling of his cold tongue entering her mouth was too much to resist and she let her guard down.

Their tongues roamed their mouths as their hands explored each other's body.

The pounding heat between Buffy's legs was a miraculous feeling. It had been so long since just the touch of a man made her feel that way.

She gasped and moaned, and this sent shivers down Spike's spine.

The woman whom his heart loved yet, his mind wanted to deny with everything that he was was giving herself to him, making him want her even more.

They tugged at each other's clothes with the need to be touching skin with skin, heat with cold to make a pleasurable warmth.

She needed him so much at this moment, and he was willing to give.

Her brain kept shouting 'this is Spike what the hell are you doing', but her mouth and hands had other things on their minds.

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Her hands demanded that he take off his shirt and so he did. His mouth demanded her chest so she gave in.

Bare from the waist up she explored his hard chest with her hands and her mouth. He moaned in need and want and his lust-filled eyes bore into hers.

"God I want you," she murmured as he licked her neck down to her now bare chest.

"Buffy...." was all he could get through his hungry lips.

She stopped him abruptly, his hand still on one of her breast.

He cursed himself internally thinking that he had mucked it up. But then a devilish smiled played on her lips as she reached behind her and picked up her still crumbled candy bar.

"Lie back," she whispered.

The glint in his eyes told her he was up for anything.

Lying back he let her unzip his pants and pull them down his slim hips.

His throbbing member made its presence known as it looked hungrily at her.

She smiled as she pulled her own pants down, leaving her with only a thong.

Grazing herself over his body she let a pert nipple graze gently the top of his swollen shaft.

Spike though he might explode at her actions and Buffy was not far behind.

She straddled his waist and brought her candy bar on top of his chest. Opening the half that was left she crumbled the brown and orange chocolate on top of his alabaster chest.

The heat of the night had made the chocolate mushy and she smiled as she ran her hands over his now chocolate covered chest.

He moaned as she toyed with his nipples and began licking the chocolate crumbs off him. Her tongue glazed his unnecessarily panting chest and she dipped lower to his bellybutton as she slid herself down his body.

Bringing her mouth back up to his he flipped them over and smashed his soiled chest with her bare one, painting them both with melted chocolate and peanut butter bits.

After the searing kiss Spike moved lower to her chocolate covered chest and wasted no time in licking her and biting her clean.

Buffy was soaring. Never had she done something like this.

But any other thoughts were clouded from her mind as Spike brought his expert hands to her tiny black thong and slipped them off her leg.

She took a second to study him. He looked marvelous and edible. His usually sleek hair was messy and spiked, covered with bits of Butterfinger. His bare chest was a picture of perfection, stained with the traces of her chocolate covered handprints.

His throbbing dick pulsated against his stomach as he grazed his hand down to her swollen nubbin.

Spike drank in the sight of her. She was beautiful, all covered with melted chocolate and hot in need. Her perfect breast heaving with need as she arched herself to his touch.

His fingers found her entrance and expertly played with her clit as she moaned in pleasure.

She felt marvelous, hot, slick, and strong.

Pulling out his fingers once he knew she was ready, he eased down on top of her, placing his mouth against hers.

They embraced in a passionate kiss as he entered her, and just like her dream she gasped as she felt his hardness enter her.

She grabbed on to his hair they rode each other like violent animals. Slayer and Vampire at full strength, not holding anything back , just being what nature had created them to be.

Below then the dock swayed and bounced as the two lovers embraced.

The moment they both screamed into the night out of passion and delight, the entire bottom floor of the dock collapsed, sending them deep into the black cold waters of the lake.

Have I doubt, baby, when I am alone

Love is a ring on the telephone

Love is an angel, disguised as lust

Here in your bed 'til the morning comes

Come on now, try to understand

The way I feel under your command

Take my hand, come under cover

They can't hurt you now

Spike pulled Buffy's naked body from beneath him. He knew she needed to breathe. Her slim legs went right over his head as she gasped at the surface for breath.

Spike's white head popped up next to her seconds later. She was panthing to regain her steady breath and heart beat.

Spike was worried as they had been under some time, so he reached out and held her shivering body against his. She gladly grabbed on to him for dear life as her breath calmed down. He thought she was sobbing against him so he held her closer.

But then he heard the gasping laughter. He pulled back to look at her.

Her hair was drenched completely, mascara lines ran down her now pale face, her lips were ashen white and trembling yet her eyes danced with happiness.

"Pet?" he asked, afraid that she had lost it.

But she answered him by laughing some more and burying her head at the crook of his neck.

Spike didn't know what to do--she had completely lost it--he thought.

"Oh God!" she said between gasps of breath and laughter.

"Buffy, what's wrong?" he asked cradling her head against his wet chest.

"This is crazy," she said finally calming down and looking at him dreamily.

"Come again?" he replied confused and worried at the same time.

She was trembling.

"Talk about bringing the house down! Spike, we just destroyed the docks!!" she cried and herself into another fit of laughter.

"Let's get you out of the water, pet. You're shivering." he said softly to her ear.

"No!" she cried.

"What?"

"If we get out, then the night is over and I don't want it to be over," she said, with her face still buried against his pale muscular chest.

"Can you promise me you haven't lost your marbles?" he said smirking at her.

She held him tighter. "Nope, marbles all intact."

He smiled, and suddenly realized that they were naked in the water.

Buffy felt the light poke against her thigh. She jumped in surprise but gave him a naughty smile. She kissed his ear playfully and whispered "Be right back."

He didn't have time to respond as she dove under into the dark water and started massaging his hardening shaft with slow deliberate strokes.

Because the night belongs lovers

Because the night belongs to lust

He felt her small fingers massage the head of his erection and he moaned into the night as the stars watched the two make love once more.

Buffy stayed under the water as long as she could and gently rose to the surface in time to see Spike's eyes nearly rolling back. She took another deep breath and dove for the kill.

Under the dark cover of the lake she felt his balls harden and heard the far away sound of his moans as his hand reached out to grab her hair.

Satisfied with his pleasure Buffy emerged from the darkness and met his lips, sending him soaring with overflowing joy.

They parted and he looked at her in wonder. "That was...."

She silenced him by placing a finger to his lips, and he reacted by taking the finger into his mouth.

She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of his tongue maneuvering itself around her skin.

He pulled her finger out of his mouth and lifted her up slightly. They had floated to the shallow part of the lake by now and pulling her up came easy to him.

He looked at her glisening chest that was covered with crystalized drops of water that hung like ornaments on her golden skin and could not help but be drawn to taste to texture the night had brought him.

Capturing a rosy pebble in his mouth he rolled in lightly between his teeth and his tongue.

Buffy was shivering with passion and need.

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

Spike made sure he didn't miss one inch of her golden chest and when he finished she was panting, making her now glistened chest rise and fall quickly.

He settled her down, pressing her chest against his as she embraced him and found his mouth.

His need was poking her again and she delighted in his stamina. Bringing her hands to his rear she squeezed it until he moaned. She smiled against his mouth as his hand did the same to her.

From her butt cheeks he ran his hands to her hips and brought her against his body.

As his head kissed the entrance of her opening she gasped at his hardness. Her body was building waves of need and as he slid inside of her she cried out his name.

Her voice was music to his ears, it made him push them together harder. She brought her legs around his waist and wrapped them tightly, making sure they were separated only by their thin layers of skin.

In a rhythm as old as rhyme they made each other come, screaming out in fullfillment , heat, and desire in to the night.

With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious cycle turn,and burn

Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning, burning

I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now.

Buffy's limp body almost floated in the water as she relished the moments after the climax.

Spike's strong but tired arms were enveloping her in a tender comforting way as he purred against her chest.

They had created waves and the soft rocking of the the lake rhythm was soothing and cushioning against the cool of the night.

Gently they floated to the edge were Spike picked her up and brought her to where the remains of their clothing where floating.

She was shivering against his hard chest, and without a second thought he began dressing her. All that he found from their escapade were her panties and her tank top. Her jeans had floated to the bottom of the lake so he wrapped his coat around her to warm her against the night air.

She was in awe at how tender he was being. Those hands she had fought for so long were making sure she was comfortable--having no second thought of himself and his own benefit.

Her shoes were lost, so he shrugged his shoulders and replaced his jeans and his combat boots. There was no sign of his shirt so they just decided that they were covered enough.

Without a word as to where they were going they walked hand in hand into the night.

Buffy soon realized that they were headed towards his crypt and smiled to herself. This meant that the night was not over. It would last a few more hours, a few more minutes, a few more seconds.

Spike was completely lost in the feel of her small powerful hand interwined with his. It felt surreal, yet right. He realized that this might only happen once, and he intended to take full advantage of the situation, so he pulled her against his body as his arm wrapped around her and his lips met the top of her head lightly.

Buffy snuggled into his embrace relishing the feel of his strong arms encircling her protectively and the light cool air meeting her bare legs.

They walked through the ghostly darkness, both creatures of the night, hidden by the falcon wings of incredulity.

He was happy. More happy than he had ever been. Here, walking with the woman he loved, his affection returned. He was lifted by that thought.

Buffy was doing this voluntarily . She was with him. Gently caressing his bare back with her thumb, leaning her head on his bare shoulder, sighing in contentment. It was all too surreal, too magical, too fragile. It could be broken in a blink of an eye. It could never work out. They couldn't talk about it, there was no 'us', there was them-enemies to the end, reluctant friends, and desperate lovers.

She sensed his troubling thoughts and stopped.

He was brought back from his wandering thoughts and faced the woman he loved.

The light in her eyes was gentle and completely relaxed. She looked more beautiful than ever--not inncoent but at peace with who and what she was.

Her cold and shaking hand came up to cup his sculpted cheek. She leaned herself into him and on her tiptoes brought his head down and kissed his forehead. Gently-like a feather kiss-one that happens in that place between sleep and awake. The place where he could always have her and it would be alright. The place were she would whisper that she loved him.

Yet now it was real. It was no ecstacy dream, it was pure perfection of time and space. A cleansed purity that a monster like him had no right to experience with an angel like her.

Bringing herself down she looked deep into his cloudy eyes and gave him her most sincere look. She needed for him to believe this. It was as truthful as she could get.

The low whispers of the crickets were heard as the wind sang its eternal love song with the crispy wind as they stared into each other's eyes.

He expected her to run, to walk away, to fill her eyes with denial. But instead her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him with those large sincere eyes of hers.

"Whatever happens tomorrow," she whispered, "just remember, tonight was the best night of my life."

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to lust.

He stood there analyzing her words, their meaning, their repercussions.

"I won't be sorry, then," he said, smiling lightly but broken inside.

She didn't move. She looked like she wasn't breathing, a statue. A living statue as she got lost in his words.

"Me neither."

Her lips curved into a similar smile. Broken inside.

"Good." he replied hoarsely.

"Then I guess this is goodbye."

He nodded.

Neither moved. They just stared at each other, still lust-filled and heated from the cold night.

Flame enveloped them as Spike, without warning, reached out and grabbed her fiercely into a soul searching passionate kiss.

She was beyond thrilled as her arms widly searched for him, all of him. She needed him again, and again, and again, untill all that was left was him in an empty shell of her.

"Want you," she said in between licks and bites.

"Now," he responded, just as heated as she was.

"Not here," she managed to say after she finished devouring his lips.

His mind raced quickly and he grabbed her arm roughly and practically ran to his crypt.

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us

She almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. Here she was half naked, no shoes, a thong, and a vampire's monumental leather jacket, and heated like a bitch.

His member pressed harshly against his semi-wet tight jeans, pulsating against the metal zipper and thinking of Harmony was all that kept him from coming here and now.

He heard her faint laughing. She was losing it again, but then the absurdity struck him also. Here he was. Master vampire, no shirt, no coat, neutered, and completely in love with the creature whose hand he was holding.

He started laughing with her as their delight could be heard echoing through the cool night.

Without warning he reached out and picked her up. She squealed in delight as he twirled her in circles and laughed wholeheartedly againt her ear. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and allowed him to delight himself and her in his childish play.

It felt wonderful.

Laughing and running in the cover of the night. They were children. Lost children. Cast from society, left to face a cold world alone. Told from birth to be warriors, to be fighters, to be enemies. Yet they did nothing better than be partners. Partners in all the senses of the word.

Whether it was fighting each other or making the purest, most perfect love. Tender yet passionate, filled with heat, flame, desire.

It was them. It was the embodiment of them. And for once in her life Buffy said OK.

Because the night belongs to lovers

Because the night belongs to us