Spike brought the cigarette to his lips and took one last long drag on it before flicking the butt of it away. It hung on the cusp of the ledge for just a moment, still burning red against the black of night, before it toppled over the side. He'd stretched his lean body out on the roof of his crypt for a little introspection, and perhaps a little star gazing.

"There you are!" Buffy breathed out, exasperated and also a little winded from her climb on to the roof. Spike was jolted from his pensive thoughts by her sudden appearance, sitting up and giving her a welcoming smile so broad it seemed to take over his entire face.

"Slayer!" he growled with great enthusiasm, grabbing for her wrist and pulling her off her feet and into his lap. Before Buffy could react she found his tongue was vigorously cleaning her tonsils. She let out a long, shivering moan into his mouth and went to task at giving as good as she was getting. She held the back of his neck with a strong hand, while the other dove down the neck of his t-shirt to maul the hard muscles of his chest.

Life had taken a decidedly pleasant turn for the vampire, the Slayer was his again, openly his. Her epiphany had come in the form of her shouting "I'm in love with Spike!!" over the voices of the Scoobies as they argued over some nonsensical subject. The declaration came without warning or pretense, she just couldn't contain her emotions anymore. The moment had been very surreal and in actuality - as contrived as a Hollywood chick flick, but Spike hardly cared. He'd been on the opposite side of the Magic Box, sitting on the wireframe stairs, minding his own business, but still grateful to have been asked to the Scooby meeting. At the least, the Slayer still needed him for some things. They'd been distant for weeks after their breakup, but sensitive to each other and she still needed him in some capacity. He'd help her with extinguishing vamps and demons, and by proxy still get to do some good for her, still be there for her.

However in that second after she'd let the proverbial cat out of the bag he'd felt dumbstruck. He couldn't move or speak or tear his eyes away from her. The room was silent enough to hear a pin drop, then Buffy repeated what she'd said, only more personally,"I'm in love with you Spike." Then it was all Gone With the Wind. They walked to each other in slow motion then were swept away in a passionate kiss, lips smacking like whips, tongue dueling like demons in heat, right in front of every one. Much like they were right now. Already he was starting to work at arousing her, cupping the space between her legs and stroking her through the fabric of her jeans.

Buffy abruptly pulled away from him, gasping for breath and panting as if she'd ran all the way over from her house, "Sorry....just....need..to...to...catch....breath..." He descended upon her throat with tongue, teeth and lips, which only serves to quicken her heartbeat and make her breaths shallow and rough.

"Tought.....you....mmmm...the nibblet....hanging......oh buffy....hanging out....." He forced out between the devourings of her flesh.

"She blew me off....for a date! Can you believe that?!" Suddenly the mood had changed and Spike sighed, scratching at the scar on his left eyebrow with his thumb,"I sacrificed a night with my boyfriend because she wants to have some quality sister time....I'm all for it sure, so I tell you to find something else to do tonight because Dawn and I are gonna spend time together...and then *poof* that plan's all shot to hell when she totally forgets that we're even doing anything and comes downstairs with my new hot pink sweater on....that new one I told you about, really tight, cropped...and suddenly there's this boy at the door and all I get is a 'oh sorry Buffy.....forgot'....pppllbbb! Nuts to that...so, I'm here....all happy now....and damn you're a good kisser....."

"Take a breath, love, that run on sentence is about to run right on out of here." She rolled her eyes at him, then in one glorious, contortionist motion Buffy flung her leg over his head and maneuvered herself around so she could hook her legs about his waist as she stayed in his lap. Her plump breasts were pressed against his chest and the round of them threatened to spill over the top of the halter she sported."Good kisser am I?" he asked as he bent his lips down and dragged them over the creamy skin of her chest, dipping down between her cleavage, giving the spot a lick.

"The best.....that mouth gives better lip service than your witty combacks and smart aleck remarks...I love your mouth....I love all your parts in fact....some more than others..." His cold hands crept up her back, under her shirt and sent a flush of goosepimples all over her body.

"I bet.....so that's it then.....you love me for m'parts..."

"I love the whole man....and don't tease....I'm in a mood."

"Oh....right....right....Buff rebuffed by sister....poor sweet, dejected Buffy." She tightened her thighs around his waist, making his ribs strain and ache,"Uncle!! Uncle.....bloody hell, Slayer...."

"I said don't tease me!!"

"M'sorry, sweetheart....I'm so bad.....spank me..." A devious little grin curled her lips and her hand snaked down in between them and she gave the bulge in his pants and gave him a good firm squeeze. He groaned and had himself a little twinge of euphoria.

"This what you want me to spank? Hhmmm??"

"Yessss.....Sssslayer...." She continued to massage him, making him uncomfortably hard, especially having to endure being restrained by his clothing.

"Take your big bad in my hot little hands and...."

"This'll be so perfect...we can see the stars...." Dawn's voice suddenly became audible, just a second before she climbed on to the roof, followed by a teenaged boy. Dawn pulled her date up the rest of the way on to the flat expanse and lead him towards the center.

"Ahem...." Spike cleared his throat. The unexpected presence of the vampire made Dawn scream and jump and almost sent her date falling off the roof of the crypt.

"Spike!!? And.....and Buffy!" Dawn exclaimed.

"Hello...sister dear...." Buffy mused, a cross look on her face, disentangling herself from Spike and getting to her feet. Spike found the action not quite as easy, given the fact that the Slayer had worked him into a pretty good frenzy. When he stood up he was certain to keep his duster folded in front of him to hide Buffy's continual effect on his body.

"Nibblet....and??"

"R...Ryan....um...hi?" the boy spoke.

"What are you guys doing here?" Dawn squeaked, obviously very embarrassed.

"I happen to live here, remember?" Spike reminded her,"Besides, if anyone's gonna use the space for snoggin' it's me and my girl..."

"Hey! We just came to look at the stars! Didn't we Ryan?" Dawn elbowed her date in the ribs and he jolted.

"Right.....stars..."

"What were you two doing up here?"

"Stars," Buffy and Spike replied in unison. Resigned to the fact that they were each going to play this silly game of covering their real intentions, the two couples sat down on the opposite sides of the slab roof.

"Well this is just bloody great..." Spike complained in a mutter,"So much for a man's home being his castle.....total rot." He adjusted the crotch of his tight jeans and growled low in his throat.

"The stars are pretty," Buffy commented, resting a hand on his knee as he let his legs dangle over the side,"You alright? In...in pain?"

"It's none too comfortable, let me tell you. This'll teach me for wearing tight jeans....might look good, but bloody stupid when you've got a girlfriend like you, pet."

"It's not that the jeans are too tight....you just fill them out so well..." Buffy ran her hand back up his inner thigh and purred like a kitten at him. He batted the hand away and turned away from her.

"Stop it...cruel woman..." She giggled and ruffled his hair.

"I'm sorry, baby...."

"You know, god should curse all women for just one day with one of these just so you can understand what it's like..."

"Are you willing to trade for PMS, cramps, bloating and other such nices....I'd think twice about that one, mister."

"All I know is...I was about to have a nice, proper shag with m'lovely...and then we was interrupted by....."

"You'll love the view from up here, Tara...the whole sky....and the trees around the cemetery are thick enough to hide the lights from the city....." Willow explained as she and Tara made their way on to Spike's roof.

"Bloody hell," Spike grumbled,"Pick a side, Wiccans....stars are just beeee-ooo-tiful.....#$&*@#*!...." The witches huffed at discovering that their romantic plan had been foiled and sat on the east side of the crypt. Spike was becoming flustered and seemed inept at retrieving his cigarettes from inside the duster. Out of the corner of her eye he noticed Buffy fiddling with the straps of her halter top and returned his attention to the woman at his side. One strap fell away as did the front of the shirt. He arched a curious eyebrow at her actions, captivated by the darkness of the little nipple that peaked out from underneath.

"Gimme your hand...." He did and much to his extreme delight she placed his palm inside her shirt and right over the semi exposed breast.

"Hey now...this is rather pleasant...." Buffy reclined back a way's on her hands and enjoyed the feeling of his gentle kneading of her flesh.

"Well you needed something to calm you down....you were about to start kicking asses and taking names....oooh.....just....mmmm....like that...." He started flicking over the pert nipple with his index finger, then giving the little pebble of skin a pinch.

"Aren't you afraid someone's gonna catch me feeling you up? And by the by, this is doing absolutely no good for my earlier problem."

"Well, you're not cranky anymore, that's a good...has anyone ever told you that you have magnificent hands....such long fingers..."

"Only you, pet...being as you're the only one to ever take full advantage...but, see there's this other thing I'd rather be doing with m'fingers..."

"Almost up, Anya....I promise this'll be great....I have so much I want to tell you....so much you need to know about how I really love you...what a fool I've been..." spoke Xander as he and Anya too made themselves at home on Spike's roof. They were about to kiss when it was brought into focus that they weren't alone. The other three couples had come to their feet and had surrounded them, Buffy hanging back as she put her top back on straight."Oh....um....evening...folks....how's everyone?"

"Uuuuuurggggghh!!" Spike growled, making his hands into claws and mocking at strangling whoever happened to be within reach, then gesticulating wildly,"Are you all completely stupid?!? Are none of you aware that this is actually my home? Where I live?! As in private property??!!!!!"

"You're gonna love this, sugarlips....Spike once told me that it's got the best view of the stars in all of Sunnydale..." said Clem as he and Sophie clamored their way up with the others. They turned around and were met by the other 8 already present. The cemetery was as silent as the occupants of the graves, the crickets were signing lovely tunes, and the tension atop the crypt was thicker than molasses.

"I give up....I bloody, sodding well give up," Spike ruminated, shaking his head, pacing in a space no more than 3ft squared,"I...I...I....I mean what's a bloke supposed to do....it's m'own crypt, innit?? Now's it's bloody shag-central....all I want is time alone with my girl....are you people even aware that I live downstairs??" When met with lifeless, blank stares Spike buried his face in his palms, growled and stomped his foot like and impertinent child.

"Hey, take it easy, man...." Xander tried to reason, but Buffy waved him off. She put her hands on Spike's shoulders and tried to work out the angst that had built up in his muscles.

"Let's go inside..." she suggested, leading him away form the others, but Spike just shook his head.

"M'not going inside knowing this lot's up 'ere, prolly doing god knows what to each other....bloody spoiled my mood, don't think I could get hard again for even you Slayer."

"Spike, you get an erection if the wind's blowing just right....come on, lover, don't I even get to try?" He twisted his lips into a foul little scowl, eyes hard and cold, crossing his arms in front of his chest as and act of defiance. The last thing Buffy needed to be dealing with was a pouty vampire. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and dragged him to the ledge,"We're leaving...." Without a second's notice, she jumped off the edge and took him with her. Once on the ground she made her way to his front door, Spike reluctantly following suit.

"Slayer....I'm serious..." She turned around and grabbed his collar, yarding his face within an inch of her's.

"Listen....stop being such a baby! You are giving me orgasms tonight whether you like it or not.....capiche??"

"Fine....but not here.....I might very well be able.....but I'm not willing so long as the Scooby Gang is right above us...the mere vibe of Xander makes me shrivel up into next Tuesday...."

"Where then? I'm getting uncomfortable you know...."

"Don't get your knickers in a twist...stop whining."

"I'm not whining....you were all with the touching n' stuff.....you had me flowing like the Amazonian river!!"

"I know....I can smell it from here, hell of an aphrodisiac..."

"Ew....Spike..."

"Yeah, like you're shocked.....vampire, here....smashing sense of smell."

"Would you and your sense of smell shut up already.....where are we gonna go?"

***

"Are you out of your mind? You have to be kidding me!" Buffy complained as she tried to grab on to another high branch in order to climb to the oak tree. Spike was already way ahead of her, just a foot or so from the roof. She watched as he hopped on to the house, then turned around to wait for her to catch up. She grasped his outstretched arm and was lifted up with him as if she weighed nothing.

"Turnabout's fair play Slayer."

"But Spike....seriously.....how the hell are we supposed to have sex on my roof?"

"Did all those months of shaggin' the Ken doll just zap you of all creativity?? Have I taught you nothing?"

"Well, I'll admit.....he was boring, but he was never insane...and honey you've taught me things that would porn stars running for convents! Spike...the shingles are like sand paper...I may be tough, but I have delicate skin you know."

"I know, love, soft as polished marble....we can lay on m'coat...ready?"

"What no foreplay? Just lay down n' spread 'em, Slayer?"

"Buffy, love....there will be plenty of touches n' tingles...but there's a certain amount of logistics and aerodynamics one must utilize in order for it to come off right....pun intended. "

"Aerodynamics? Just what you gonna do to me?" Spike wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her near, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I promise...it'll be amazing...just trust me. Take off your clothes."

"The neighbors..."

"Sod the neighbors and take off your clothes...most of them are asleep anyways....aside from this house, it's a rather full neighborhood." Buffy reluctantly snapped off her haltar top, she took off her shoes, then unzipped her jeans and pulled them off along with her underwear, which she couldn't help but notice Spike was eyeing up with keen interest. She lay her clothes over the apex of the roof and stood and waited as he seemed to be none too eager with getting himself naked. At length he shrugged out of his duster, then proceeded to wrap it around her shoulders.

"Put your arms through the sleeves, love..." Something in the tone of his voice had changed, and it oozed pure liquid sex. He guided her to sit where the two slants of the roof met and she watched in raw lust as he took off his own clothes, despite the extremely bizarre location they found themselves in. He put them next to her's then crouched down at her side."Right then....lay back...."

"I'll slide though...."

"No you won't, think of how the roof's shaped....keep your knees bent and on the other side...."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure....trust me, it'll feel good....different, but very very good..."

"I still think you're crackers, but I'll try anything once.......you do realize you're diabolically out of your mind right?"

"Fully aware, Slayer....part of my charm....and you looooove it." She did as he instructed, feeling the blood rush to her head, keeping her calves taut as she held on to the roof, Spike's duster under her and it's silken lining soft against her skin. Spike sat himself down between her legs, facing her and positioning each one on either side of her.

"Is this part of those aerodynamics you were talking about....cause I don't really it's gonna work from this position...." He put his index finger to his lips in a gesture to indicate for her to stop talking. She complied, though was still uncertain about their latest sexcapade. Certainly Spike was more creative in bed than Michaelangelo was with his hammer and chisel, but sometimes the vampire erred on the other side of ridiculous and this was one of them. His hands came to rest on her thighs, cool and strong, he definitely had magnificent hands. They ran the length of her legs back and forth from her knees to her hips, creating a lovely friction. The hands migrated to concentrated on the point at which they joined and the tuft of lush, pretty curls that nestled there. He tickled and fondled her outer edges, making her whimper and shiver with each little burst of pleasure he conjured. He was careful and kind to arouse her slowly, perfectly content in having her be the one to be tended to on this night.

A slight trickle of gleaming moisture slid from between her folds and Spike caught it on his thumb, then lashed it across his tongue,"Only one thing I love more than blood on my lips..." The action was so intimate, it only served to heighten her excitement.

"Spike...I need you..." He smiled at her and nodded his head, then continued on with his ministrations by easing one of the long digits on his hand inside her.

"Testin' the waters, pet....see if it's safe to dive in...." Buffy closed her eyes and gnawed on her bottom lip, Spike had crooked his finger and was pressing the pad of it against a delicious little stop he knew well. In fact he was the only one who did know, she'd told him precisely that, Angel was a non-issue, as was Parker, and Riley had been perennially unaware, while Spike on the other hand (literally and figuratively speaking) went for the target each time."Seas look rough, Summers....time to take the submarine below the surface...." Buffy burst out laughing, so loud she feared she'd wake the neighbors. Spike reciprocated her reaction to his sad little metaphor by roughly inserting a second and third finger, promptly turning her laughs to guttural moans. She felt him pulling back from her, his fingers withdrawing and leaving an unwelcome absence. She made a little whine, gave a pout and tried to make for his wrist and force his hand back to her, but he jerked away."Ah, ah....behave....naughty Slayer......"

"Spike...." She stopped her protest when suddenly he snaked up the length of her body and planted his palms on either side of her shoulders, holding himself above her and moving into the right position. She looked down between them to spy his erection, rampant and throbbing and eager for her to consume it. "I want you...now..." She spread her legs further apart, as best she could given their precarious position, while Spike lowered, then inched inside her wet heat. Everytime with the Slayer was like a first time, her tightness fought against his length and girth, but each time he persisted and stretched her to accommodate him. At the same time as they joined, they come together for a sensuous, devouring kiss, full of real passion and inextinguishable fire. When he was sheathed inside her to the hilt he broke off their kiss and bore into her eyes with the ice blue of his own.

"How strong are those legs of your's, Slayer?"

"Strong enough.....why?"

"Get ready for it..."

"Ready for wh....OH....MY.....GOOOOooooooood!!!" Without second warning he had let his body go slack, his entire body weight now supported solely by the point of their coupling and Buffy's legs on the other downslope of the roof's peak. The push of his weight against her, spiked inside by a thick, rock hard shaft versus the pull of her legs keeping them from sliding off the roof was unlike anything she'd ever known. The penetration was on the safe side of pain, but the ecstasy of the total knowledge of him was beyond phenomenal. He was still only a few moments, enough for her to absorb the full impact, but not enough to make her uncomfortable. He minded his own body weight now, and back off her a little.

"You alright? Didn't hurt you there did I, love? Just tell me to stop anytime you don't like." Buffy was speechless, or at least she thought she was, until she could answer his questions with making her thoughts audible,"Fuuuuuck me..."

"Though I was, pet."

"Spppiiiike.....I'm so in love with you.....and the things you do to my body..."

"What about your heart?"

"That too....that most of all." He leaned down to kiss her again, teasing her and pretending to avoid her lips. After the initial jolt, he began moving against her with slow and steady rolls of his hips. He poured ever ounce of his love into his movements and at this stage in their romance Spike knew instinctually how to tune himself into her body's pleasure points and strum them like chords on a guitart...tonight he was Jimi Hendrix.

"Buffy...I love you...." She fisted her hands in his hair and crushed their lips together. They enthusiasm caught it's second wind and Spike thrust into her with a mad flurry of entrances and exits, each surge forward grinding his pelvis against her clit, eliciting tiny screams into his mouth every time. Her inner muscles began to flutter sporadically around him, calling for his own release. Suddenly Spike wished that they were in her bed and not screwing madly on the roof of her house. For all their fun and games, when they were wrapped in blanket with a soft mattress underneath, making love with sensuality, that was how he loved them best. However his poetic notions were brought to a screeching halt by a orgasm so monumental and strangling that likely only a Slayer could manage it. Seconds later he too succumb, his entire body tight as if he were stretched in a medieval torture device, but then the chain snapped and he exploded inside her.

They continued with their undulations and gyrations, prolonging their ecstasy, still exploring each other's mouth with tongues, still joined at the center. It was little more than an afterthought when the motion detection lights suddenly came on and the voices of Dawn and Willow returning home came into ear shot."Ryan seems really nice, Dawnie," Willow observed as they walked up the driveway.

"Yeah....he's sweet...but not boring either, you know he likes all the same bands as Spike? We actually had alot to talk about 'cause Spike keeps trying to convert me to old punk music....don't tell him, but I really am starting to like the stuff."

"I'll never tell, can't have that ego getting anymore inflated....I'm surprised he hasn't had a huge "Buffy Loves Me" patch sewn on to the back of the coat!"

"I think they're adorable.....Buffy was never this happy with Angel or Riley....she's glowier than I am....you know, Magic Key here. OOWWwwwwww!!!" Dawn was suddenly covering her head, something heavy and hard having landed on it. Willow bent over and picked up the large steel toed black leather combat boot from the ground by its shoelace.

"What the??" The witch and the former Key walked back to the front yard and caught the faint hint of something large and pale around the area of the roof. Willow furrowed her brow but couldn't quite make out what it was, not until Dawn suddenly announced it.

"Oh god, are you guys having sex on our roof?! What the hell's wrong with a bed?!!"

"Huh?" Buffy questioned to Spike as a voice broke the trance they were both swooning in.

"I think we've been caught, Slayer..."

"You and your bright ideas."

"You know.....this sort of behavior isn't really setting a good example for me!!!" Dawn continued to call out at them.

"Dawn? Oh shoot..."

"Relax, Sl.....SLAAYERR!!!!!!!!!" Without warning they were suddenly sliding down the slope of the roof, his coat beneath them making the ride all the quicker. With neither one able to grab for anything to halt them, Spike still comfortably snug inside her, with the force of gravity working them, they toppled off the roof to the front yard below. In mid-flight they'd somehow managed to turn themselves over with Spike's body taking the majority of the impact upon the earth. Both Spike and Buffy grunted, wind a little knocked out of them, bodies absorbing pain and shock, but the duster obscuring the naughty bits to the witnesses.

"Oh my.....are you two okay?" Dawn exclaimed,"Wait....you're naked...I don't care.....I'm going inside...." Willow dropped Spike's boot next to the Slayer and her vampire and followed suit, shaking her head in disbelief. Spike lay sprawled out on the Summers front lawn, the cold dew of the grass tingling his skin, a rock sticking into his shoulder blade and Buffy straddling him, himself remarkably still buried to the hilt inside her.

"Woah...that brings back a memory....nice bit of deja vu this....Buffy?" The Slayer's eyes were shut tight, she was leaning slightly forward, palms out flat on his stomach."Buffy? pet?" He eyes fluttered open and she smiled down at him, then began to press herself down, ease off a little, progressively riding him at a languid pace as he grew hard once again."Buffy....mmmmm.....yes....we're.....ohhh yeaahhh.... we're in the front......just like that baby....front yard..."

"I know....the stars look beautiful, don't they?"

"Beautiful, love, absolutely beautiful.....hey, is it just me or does that constellation look a lil' like a penguin?"