He watched the last colors of sunset fade from the vault ceiling. As with the many nights before, Spike watched the night approach on his back, hands folded behind his head, lying on the crypt in the Sunnydale Cemetery. Neither the cold of the stone nor the darkness of night interrupted his concentration. Since her return from the grave, Spike spent his days debating which was worse: in the grave Buffy or back from the grave Buffy.

When she had been in the ground, Spike spent his days reliving the last moments of the Slayer's life, inventing new ways to save her. At night, he continued her work, protecting her sister and patrolling with her friends. Since her return, he spent his days dreaming about her and his nights hoping to spend some time with her.

'One misery for another,' thought the vampire. 'S'bout time I did something about it.'

As a million times before, Spike felt ready to leave Sunnydale. To his surprise,he found Buffy standing at his feet. His chiseled features played out the indignity that was part of their routine, her coming into his place unannounced. Something in Buffy's tear-streaked face caused his appearance to soften.

"Slayer?" He slid down to the foot of the crypt, closer to her. Buffy looked down, trying to regain control of her breathing. She was sure it was obvious she had been crying. She didn't even know why she was there, why she was anywhere! The pain simply became too great for her to bear alone.

"Buffy?" Spike reached out to touch her, to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be okay. He stopped himself, conflicted over what he needed and what he thought she needed.

Buffy turned her green-eyed gaze away from the floor as a new wave of tears welled up. She brought the back of her hand up against her face in hopes of hiding her sobbing from him. She couldn't believe she was showing him so much weakness.

"Spike....I....I...I can't take it anymore!" The tears came forth with the emotion. Patiently, he watched, aching to ebb the flow. "I thought I could get used to this...this....existence. But it hurts too much!"

Buffy's weeping overwhelmed her as she fell forward onto Spike's chest. Lightly, he put his arms around the Slayer, cautiously touching her back.

"There, there, luv..." he whispered to her, looking down on her soft, blonde hair. He stroked the ends of her hair, caressing her back. The lushness of her sweater seemed rough when he compared it to her hair.

"I need....need...need...," Buffy lifted her face from his shirt, leaving a teary mark, "I need to feel something other than.....this!" She stared into his face, noticing the attractiveness of his tender, illustrative eyes. She needed him to fix her pain. He was the only one who could possibly understand.

Spike looked into her ravenous eyes, lost in her sorrow and need. He struggled to say something, to know what would take away her pain. His thoughts returned to what he could never have. When he looked into her face, everything else faded away.

Tilting his head slightly, he moved closer. Waiting for her slap or retreat, Spike moved his lips closer to hers. Placing his hands on her shoulders, the vampire pressed his lips against hers. An electric shock of passion rode through his body. She didn't pull back. After a moment of amazement, the Slayer began kissing him back. She reached under his arms, encircling his waist. Pulling him into her, pressing her body against his, Buffy's tongue rammed into Spike's mouth.

Playing carefully across each other's lips, she gently sucked on his tongue each time he dared to explore further. A slight moan erupted from deep in his throat as his kisses grew more excited. Her pulse raced, causing her breathing to increase. She could feel her amorous reactions only added to his. His arms tightened, pressing against her back. His embrace was strong, confining and comforting. He steadfastly swept his hand up her spine, entangling his fingers in her hair. Holding the back of her head, he released all reservations in a crushing kiss. She purred when he moved his hand around to stroke her cheek. Buffy tingled at his tenderness. Her skin excitedly flushed at his touch, her tears dissipating in their heat.

Against her abdomen, Buffy could feel Spike's cock growing down his leg. Surprised by the size, her mind raced ahead to when she could see it, feel it, and taste it. She could feel her own arousal moisten her panties. He could smell her excitement. Reaching down, he grabbed her ass, squeezing her bottom. He pushed her hips against his.

Drunk with desire, she pulled out of the kiss. The sudden loss of connection jolted them. Spike tried to catch his out of control breathing, momentary abashed at this old human habit. A burning gaze brought him back into focus on her flushed face.

"Where's your bed, Spike?"

Leading her down into the caverns below, he hastened to the foot of his bed. He couldn't believe what was happening. He turned to face her as she took in his sleeping compartment. The queen-sized bed was unkempt, having only been tossed and turned in. He suddenly became aware of his surroundings; a sinking feeling took hold of his stomach. He'd always fantasized a clean room and perfectly made bed for her. He watched her face, fearful of her reaction.

Remaining lost in her excitement, Buffy's nipples rubbed against the material of her sweater, keeping her centralized on her arousal. The heat from her core caused her skin to flush and glisten. Looking into Spike's eyes, she was thankful to be feeling alive again, to be feeling anything but pain.

"Buffy...I...," the vampire stammered, unsure what to say.

Buffy retracted her hand from his, beginning to undress. Locking eyes with him, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing flushed breasts. Watching in amazement, his mind swam in his cravings. He reached out, gently stroking the side of her breast, watching the nipple harden and pucker. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans methodically, watching his erotic emotions play across his face.

"Bloody 'ell," he announced as the Slayer slipped down her pants and underwear, stepping out of her clothes. With his passion overwhelming him, he began undressing quickly. She crawled across to the head of his bed, coming to rest on her elbows. Amused, she watched his frantic motions, delighted with his eagerness.

Her breath quickened when he released his cock. Though she had to crane her neck a bit to get a good view around his disrobing, his dick looked just as large and thick as it had felt against her stomach. Spike crawled across the bed to her, instantly locking lips with her. The heat felt too intense, burning them both into a heightened sense of arousal. Buffy groaned as she fell onto her back with him pressing down on top of her. With arms free, each explored the curvature of the other's body, palms guiding, fingers exploring.

Feeling his pulsating cock against her legs, her curly patch grew damp. Pushing up with her hips, she ground herself against his pelvis, seeking release from the growing tension. He moaned in response, trailing his kisses from her lips down her neck to her breasts. Cupping one as he suckled, Spike kneaded the other between his fingers then pressed her enlarged nipples between his middle and ring fingers. Biting gently, he pulled with his teeth, sending shockwaves of pleasure down her spine. Burying her head in the pillow, she arched her back, audibly moaning her delight.

Spike licked his way down her belly to the place of his delight. Buffy spread her legs, opening herself to him. Her dark blonde, curly hairs did little to hide her swollen lips. Grabbing her hips, he smirked at her obvious agitation.

"Well, luv, ready for a lil' slice?"

Bringing her heel up to the back of his head, she forced his face into her nexus, returning his smirk. Her instant reward was his licking his way through her folds to find her clitoris. She caught her breath with each new stimulus the vampire applied through biting, sucking and licking. Bucking her hips, opening her legs wider, she howled as he continued his captivating torture. She arched her back with each cresting wave of gratification, screaming her orgasm. Her legs closed around his head. Her tightened stomach quivered with each spasm thrusting her hips as if to rid her body of the sexual release. Buffy's body shimmered with sweat.

Once released, Spike's grinning face met hers. With a quickness he was familiar with, he found himself on his back on the bed. She crashed on top of him. With a bruising kiss, her enthusiasm told of a job done well. Having her nakedness pressed against him along with her well-earned scent marking him was better than imaged. Wrapping his arms around her, he marveled at her heat against his cold skin. He swore he heard the sizzle of intense heat against glacial cold.

"So, I did good, then?" he panted, as Buffy began moving down his sculpted body.

"You did well. I'm about to show you how good you did."

The steamy sensation of her wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock fogged his mind. Habitually, he inhaled deeply as she placed the lightest kiss on the head of his penis. Lightly licking around the head, she teased him with the promise of more. Grunting, he clutched at the sheets, raising his hips. Breathing his scent in, she obliged him by taking him into her mouth.

"Slayer," escaped from Spike like a pressure valve. With her thumb making small circles over the vein running from his balls to his cock, Buffy bobbed and sucked slowly. She cupped his balls with her other hand, rolling them between her fingers. His body tensed, each muscle charged with electrical ecstasy. Quickening her pace, she reached with her index finger to begin making small circles along the same vein behind his balls.

"Slayer....stop...." he hissed between clenched teeth. He was close to cuming. He didn't want to cum that way. "Luv....."

The Slayer stopped her sucking to place one long wash along the length of his shaft. "Say my name, Spike. Say it."

He could feel the wave building inside him. His eyes flashed golden as Buffy began her work again, sucking faster and harder. Her hands and mouth brought him close to losing complete control.

"Buffy, oh....Buffy....please...." he begged, caught in the anguish between needing release and not wanting to cum.

With a wicked grin, she released him from her oral hold. Quicker than she had ever seen him move, he pinned her to the bed. Her legs parted around him as his lips crushed hers, his tongue driving into her mouth. Catching her breath, she moaned into his mouth as he entered her. Smoothly pushing through her channel, Spike filled her, reaching places long left unexplored.

"Spike...." she gasped as he pumped. Part of her marveled at the wonderful sensations running through her body while part of her couldn't believe she was doing this with him. The taboo caused the butterflies in her stomach to flutter faster. She pushed her hips to meet his, lost in the feel of his hair on her cheek as he nuzzled her neck, groaning. Bumping and grinding, heaving and bucking, Spike and Buffy rode the wave of ecstasy until she finally crested. With a grip that should have cracked ribs, she screamed, arching her back. He lifted his torso to watch her spasms of delight, feeling her inner walls tighten and release.

Upon returning to her senses, she felt his hard cock still inside her. She looked to his smiling face; the smirk she'd known replaced with an expression of triumph.

"Touched heaven, eh, Slayer?"

His words struck her. Attempting to control her breathing, Buffy's eyes welled with tears. With a stroke from his thumb, Spike brushed away her tears.

"Wanna go again?"

Rising up on his knees, he pulled out. She began to protest, trying to pull him back to her with her legs. He grasped an ankle, pulling it down to the bed next to her other foot. With his other hand, he rocked her hips, rolling her onto her stomach. Puzzled, she turned her head, looking back over her shoulder. Taken by the way her hair masked her face, he pulled her hips up to his, ramming into her wet core.

The Slayer was taken again with the intense exhilaration of him buried in her. Rubbing his hand up her spine, he pumped her slowly. From her lips to her cervix, she felt each inch slide in. Gently rocking, he pushed himself deeper and deeper, feeling the head of his cock banged against her back wall. He pushed slowly, relishing the feeling of her inner muscles tightening around him. The feeling of softness and strength overwhelmed him.

Growling, Spike picked up the pace. Faster and faster, he would pull almost all the way out to where his head just touched her lips and then quickly thrust himself back in. Her moans grew frenzied as he began smacking his pelvis into her ass. Faster and harder, he knew this was his last. Grabbing her hips, he drove himself solidly into her, sending waves of impacted euphoria up her spine.

With a resonant grunt, Spike came. Pushing his cock as deep as he could, he jerked involuntary, consumed with his blinding passion. With the swell of his cock as he discharged within her, Buffy felt her own ecstasy exploding once more. Pushing back against him, she rocked her hips with her own spasms.

Falling back into the pillows, he smiled deliriously, still caught in the pleasure of their mating. Buffy remained a time where he'd left her on her stomach, lost in her own passion. He watched her breathing slow as her body released the tension. Slowly, reality invaded their coupling as the crypt's coldness chilled her uncovered skin.

Rising to her hands and knees, she crawled next to him in the bed. Lying with her back to him, Spike spooned her. He tried to read her profile.

He began quietly, "Buffy..."

"Ssssshhhh..Spike. Not now. We'll figure it all out later. Right now, sssshhhhh." She wriggled into him, sighing peacefully. Spike curled around her, drinking in the scent of her contentment.

The End