The night air was cold, and Willow hurried to unlock the front door and get inside.  Dumping her books on the sofa, she turned to see Buffy sitting at the dining room table.  She had a sheet of paper in front of her, but seemed
lost in thought.

"Hi!" Willow said, trying for a cheery smile. She pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her best friend. "What
are you doing?"

"Making a shopping list," Buffy replied absently.

Willow frowned, tilting her head to view the paper properly. "I'm guessing we don't need very much," she said,
seeing that the paper was blank.

"What?" Buffy looked up briefly. "Yeah, I suppose so," she said, staring back at the paper.

"Buffy."  Willow reached for the pen in Buffy's hand and took it away. "What are you really doing?"

The slayer sighed deeply, covering her face with her hands. "Trying to figure...something out."

"Something?" Willow asked, arching her eyebrows. "Or
someone?"

Buffy uncovered her eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Willow smiled. "Just that I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking about so hard. I've seen that "figuring out" look on
your face before, and it's usually been about a someone...a male someone."

Buffy glanced away. "Will...there is no male someone in my life right now."

Her friend gave her a speculative look. "Oh, yes there is."

Looking flustered, Buffy tried to protest. "No...there's not. You know I haven't been...I wouldn't..."  She sighed. "Oh, all right," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "What do you think you know?"

"I know that a certain vampire is crazy in love with you. I know that you used to really hate that particular vampire, but that you don't feel that way anymore."  She paused a moment, then delivered her final thought. "And I know that you're madly attracted to him."

"How would you..."

Willow shrugged. "You talk in your sleep sometimes." She  watched Buffy turn a brilliant shade of crimson. "I also know,"
she added, "that you're fighting things way too hard for it to mean nothing to you."

Buffy said nothing for a long moment.

"Am I close?" Willow asked.

The slayer nodded. "You're right on target," she said. Cupping her chin in her hand, she gave Willow a forlorn look. "What am I gonna do, Will?" she asked. "I know he loves me. I believe him when he says it. And I...I do have feelings for him. Feelings that I don't understand...and that I probably shouldn't have."

"Why shouldn't you?" Willow interrupted.

Buffy stared at her. "How can you ask me that? Because...he's a vampire. I'm a slayer. We're not supposed to care about each other."

"Oh, pooh." Willow waved her hand in the air. "Things are different now, Buffy. He's been one of us for a while now. I know he's got the chip and everything, but that really doesn't have a lot to do with it."

"Huh?" Buffy's brow furrowed.

"Well....I like him," Willow said defensively. "He's done a lot of good things...things he didn't have to do. Even Xander kind of likes him now." She chuckled. "Though he'll never admit it. And Dawn's crazy about him."

Buffy smiled. "Yeah, she's made that painfully clear. She's his own personal cheering section."

Willow nodded. "He took good care of her while you were...gone," she said. "They spent a lot of time together...really bonded."  She looked at Buffy curiously. "Buffy...has anyone ever told you what he went through when you...you know?"

"No, not really," Buffy said, shaking her head. "Not in any detail. Was he upset?"

"Upset?" Willow repeated. "Upset doesn't exactly describe it. Devastated," she said. "He was devastated."

"Tell me."

She took a deep breath. "When the fight was over, after Giles killed Ben...we were kind of scattered. We weren't sure what had happened at first. Then we...we kind of all came together where you were...where you fell.  It was so quiet. We just...just stood there, wondering why it had happened that way. I think we all truly believed that you were sort of...invulnerable. You'd come so close, so many times, and you'd always bounced back."

"Slayer healing," Buffy murmured.

"It was almost like we were all just standing around and waiting for you to shake it off. You know...just jump up and start telling us what we had to do next. And...during all this terrible silence...I heard someone crying. Crying like...like their heart was just shattered. And it wasn't any of us. I turned around and...and I saw Spike. He was so bruised and bloody...he couldn't even stay on his feet."  Willow looked into Buffy's eyes. "Buffy...he crawled on his hands and knees to get to you."

Buffy placed her hand over her mouth.

"He just sat there next to you," Willow went on. "He held your
hand...and he...he begged you to wake up."

"Oh, God," Buffy whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

"Over and over again. He just didn't want to give up. I guess he thought that...that if he tried hard enough, he could...I don't
know...make you do it. He kept asking you to open your eyes. He said he'd do anything  if...if you would just open your eyes. If you'd wake up..and hit him, or call him a nasty name, or...threaten to stake him good and proper. He didn't care."

Buffy smiled sadly. "Sounds like him."

"We couldn't get through to him," Willow said. "He wouldn't listen.  Wouldn't respond. Even Dawn couldn't bring him out of it. And...he wouldn't let us near you at first. He said that...that we were gonna bury you... and leave you alone in the dark...and he wasn't gonna let that happen. After about an hour, we knew that we had to take you away. Morning was coming...and we couldn't wait around there anymore. And...in the end...it took both Giles and Xander to...to drag him away from you."

Willow reached for one of Buffy's hands and held it. "You know...I stood there and I watched this happening...and all I could think was that we had all been wrong. Wrong...in thinking that no soul means no feelings. Because he was...he was heartsick. That's the only  way I can describe it. It was beyond grief."  She shook her head. "I've never seen anything like it before."

Buffy suddenly stood up and went into the bathroom, returning with a box of tissues. She gave Willow a handful, then sat back down.

"Afterwards...he completely shut down, for almost a week. We  all started checking on him a couple of times a day. Believe it or not," Willow smiled, "it was Xander who suggested we do it. He thought that if we didn't keep a close watch, that Spike would..he would..."

"Kill himself," Buffy said. "Stake himself."

"Or just die of grief," Willow nodded. "Giles tried to talk him into leaving his crypt and staying at his place for a while...but he didn't want to. We brought him blood, but he wouldn't touch it at first. For a while...I really thought we were gonna lose him too."

"What happened then?" Buffy asked.

"It was Dawn that kept him with us. She was having such a  hard time dealing. She wasn't eating right or sleeping much. And when she DID sleep, she had constant nightmares." Willow wiped her eyes before she continued. "When she started losing weight, I went to talk to him...and I kind of bullied him into coming to see her. I gave him the whole "she's already lost two people she loved and she can't handle a third one" lecture.  I told him what was  happening to her, and I reminded him that he'd promised you he would take care of her...and what would you think if you could see what he was doing. That he ought to be ashamed of himself." 

She stared at her hands as she shredded up tissue. "I'm not sure what got through to him. I don't know if it was something I said, or if he just missed her...but he showed up that night. HE gave HER  the "What would Buffy think?" speech."

Buffy chuckled through her tears. "I'd love to have heard it."

"He seemed to be a little more like his old self...or he was pretending to be. He stuck like glue for a while. Even
spent a lot of nights sleeping on the couch. He was the only one who could comfort her when she'd wake up just...screaming from the nightmares.  It took a while, but she finally started to come to terms with it.  When THAT happened, he started patrolling. Just about every night.  Sometimes with the rest of us...sometimes  by himself. Those five months you were gone, he staked more vamps than all the rest of us put together."

"He loves his nightly spot of violence," Buffy said, shaking her head in amusement.

"He went to your grave a lot," Willow informed her. "Xander followed him there one night. He told us that he saw Spike talking to you, telling you everything that he was doing."

"God...I can almost see it," Buffy whispered.

"He managed to put a good face on it, but it didn't take a genius to see he was in serious pain. He was good at hiding it...but it was there. I could see it."

Looking at Buffy earnestly, she said, "That's the reason we didn't tell him about our plan to bring you back. It wasn't because we were trying to shut him out, or that we were afraid he'd try to stop us."  She paused for a moment. "He got part of it right. I WAS afraid that you might not be the same, that I might have to send you back.  But, it wasn't because I thought he might try to prevent me from doing it. It was...it was because I knew that he wouldn't be able to go through it again. The grief of losing you. He wouldn't survive it. And we needed him to survive...DAWN needed him to survive."

Buffy nodded. "She still needs him."

Willow nodded, then said, "You know, somtimes I would go and see him, and we would talk about you. He told me about
the first time he saw you...you remember, at the Bronze? He said he went there that night to size you up, see if you'd be hard to kill. And he said......."

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"I just went there that night to size her up, ya know? Check for weak spots, see how she fought.  I walked into that place and I found her right away. She was dancing...and I couldn't take my eyes off her.  Christ...she was knock out!  So pretty and alive...vibrant!  And she was a KID!  Sixteen years old. No woman should be that sensuous at sixteen.  But there she  was...and I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any other woman, before or after.   Outside, in the alley...when she  dusted that vamp...she was fucking poetry in motion. I'd never seen anyone fight that well. I kinda hated to see it end."

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Buffy stared at Willow, her mouth slightly open. "You mean...he wanted me...then?  Back when he first saw me?"

Willow nodded. "That's what he told me."

"I...he didn't...but I thought he hated me!" Buffy looked pole axed. "He threatened to kill me!"

"Buffy," Willow said seriously. "Look at me...and tell me the absolute honest truth....what did you think when you
saw Spike for the first time?  Be honest!"

Hesitating, Buffy swallowed hard. "I thought he was the sexiest guy I'd ever seen."  Her lips curved in a slow smile. "For
a minute...I forgot Angel even existed."

Willow grinned. "And all the times you fought with each other..."

Buffy stared at her friend. "What did HE say about it?" she challenged.

"He said....."

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"I don't want to make you blush now, Red. But, since you asked, yeah...every time I fought with her, all I could think about  was how much I wanted her. And I always wondered...she was such a hot blooded little thing, so I wondered...if she was just as hot in bed as she was in a fight.  Course...after I fell in love with her..."
 

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"When did he fall in love with me?" Buffy cut in.

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"Well...I don't know exactly when, luv.  I know I only admitted it after that business with Cap'n Cardboard...you remember when the stupid git almost dropped dead cuz he wanted to keep playing superman for Buffy.  I had this dream later that night...dreamed  I told her that I loved her...and I kissed her. You know... I really think it started after that spell you did went wonky.  I remember kissing her for the first time...it was everything I'd imagined it'd be. That girl really knew how to kiss.  I was so pissed when you broke that spell so soon.  I know I didn't act like it....but I was. "
 

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"Oh, God!" Buffy's cheeks flamed. "I...I felt the same way. I mean, yeah I was mad and all, but..."  Her voice dropped. "He was the best kisser I've ever had my lips on. Better than Angel, and Parker...and WAY better than Riley."  She giggled. "To tell you the truth...Riley had a tongue like a fist!"

Willow laughed with her, then said, "Buffy...you need to think things over.  Be honest with yourself.  Decide what's best for you....then go and tell Spike that you love him."  She stood up and retrieved her books, then headed for the stairs. "And don't let ANYONE" she added, "stand in the way."

Watching as Willow disappeared up the staircase, Buffy grabbed a handful of tissue and cleaned up her face.

When she was done, she studied herself in the bathroom mirror. "You need work, Summers," she muttered, then 
ran up the stairs to shower and change.

She was going to see Spike.  It was time.

Standing outside of Spike's crypt, Buffy gathered every bit of nerve she could summon up, and pushed the door
open.

He  was sprawled comfortably in that horrible green chair, reading a book. When she walked into the room, he looked up at her, clearly surprised.

"Buffy."  He sat up and closed his book. "Wasn't expecting you tonight. Anything wrong?"

"No," she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. The world's not coming to an end...at the moment."

"Glad to hear it."  He looked her up and down. "You look nice tonight. Got a heavy date?"

Buffy permitted herself a tiny smile. "Possibly."

She had dressed carefully, taking her time in choosing her clothing, and doing her hair and make up.  Her blouse
was of cream colored lace over a matching tank top. She'd debated with herself over whether to wear her favorite leather pants or a skirt, then compromised by wearing  an ankle length leather skirt.  Her boots were fairly new and unscuffed, and she wore a light denim jacket against the chilly night.

Watching his eyes when she answered him, she was 
surprised to see them dart briefly away at the mentioned
possibility of her having a date.

When he looked back at her, whatever self defense mechanism he had was firmly in place. "Who's the lucky boy
this time?" he asked casually. "Anyone I know?"

Buffy was having a hard time not laughing. "Yeah, I think you do," she replied, crossing the room to stand in front of him. She took the book out of his hands and set it  aside.

Spike watched her, narrowing his eyes. "We don't know too many of the same people, luv," he said. "What's this
gits name, anyway?"

She shrugged. "It depends."

"It...it depends?" Spike echoed, obviously confused. "Depends on what?" he asked. "The day of the week?"

"No," she said. "Not the day of the week. He just...well, he's gone by a couple of different names in his life."

Spike was getting tired of the guessing game. "What's he look like, then?"

Buffy smiled. Now, he was asking the right question.

"He's about your height," she said, taking his hands and pulling him to his feet. "About your weight."  She laced her fingers with his. "Your coloring," she added, moving a little closer and tilting her head back. "Room temperature," she finished in a whisper.

When he felt her warm breath on his skin, he couldn't hold back a soft growl. Although he was still a little bemused at her demeanor, he was quick enough on the uptake to know what she was inferring.

"We had a date tonight?" he asked, a slow smile beginning to form on his face. "Must have forgotten to write
it down on my schedule."

"Will you do something for me?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy, you know I'll do anything for you," he said, the smile dropping away.

"Will you kiss me?" she requested, offering him her lips.

Without so much as one little "Why?", he gave her what
she wanted.

As their mouths fused together, both were instantly jolted back in time to their first kiss.  The memory of it fueled a new passion, and they moaned softly as their mouths worked against each others, breaking the connection frequently to change angles.

When he felt Buffy's tongue seeking entrance, Spike released her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her a few inches off the floor.

Although she knew she wasn't heavy, Buffy enjoyed  kissing a man who was strong enough to do this sort of thing. It made her feel quite feminine, and it gave her an unaccustomed sense of being weak and helpless, even if it was only a pretence.

"Spike" she gasped, as he covered her face with brief kisses.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you...do you love me?"  She pulled back to look in his eyes.

Without missing a beat, he said, "I love you. You know I do."

He lunged forward agan, recapturing her mouth. After several ardent kisses, she pushed him away again.

"Whhaattt?" he whined, frustrated at her behavior.

Buffy studied his face. It really was, she had to admit, a  beautiful work of art. His dark blue eyes fairly blazed with  heat as he gazed into hers.  The sculpted planes of his features gave the impression of both devil and angel, and his mouth...that wonderfully sensual mouth of his... was  just made to kiss and to be kissed in return.

"Aren't you wondering why I'm doing this?" she asked.

"No," he shook his head. "I don't care why. I just want you to keep doing it."

He tried to get back to her mouth, but she held him off.

"Spike...wait!  I need to tell you something!"

Making an obvious effort, he waited.

Buffy searched for the right words. "It's just...well, I..I think I figured something out tonight..." she began.

When she hesitated, he prompted her. "Tell me."

Deciding there was no other way to say it, she looked directly into his eyes. "I think....I love you, too."

For a moment, there was no reaction from him. It almost seemed like he hadn't heard her properly. But,
when her words were finally processed, he looked at her like she'd just handed him the key to heaven.

"Say it again," he begged.

"I...I love you."  Suddenly, the words weren't hard to say at all. "I love you. I love...."

"Buffy!" He pulled her close and kissed her, setting her  back on her feet, and tangling his fingers in her hair. "I love you, too...God, I love you so much."

Anythng she might have said in return was lost in the storm of passion they were no longer running from. Their kisses became hungry and needful, and it wasn't very long before kissing wasn't enough.

"I want to make love to you," Spike whispered in her ear, biting at it gently. "Let me...please...please, Buffy."

She nodded. "Yes...yes. I want you to...I really do."

He took her hand and led her across the room. "Let's go downstairs, luv," he said, smiling. "And do this properly."

Buffy followed him down the ladder, taking off her jacket when she stepped off.  The small bedroom area was filled with a mellow golden glow from a half dozen candles.

The bed itself was large and comfortable looking, with clean white sheets and a satin comforter. There were several fat pillows up against the headboard.

As she took it all in, Spike stood behind her. He pushed her hair aside and laid a tender kiss on the nape of her neck. "God, you smell wonderful," he murmured in her ear.

Buffy reached up and pulled the elastic band out of her hair, shaking her head to make it tumble down around her shoulders.

Spike stroked the honey brown tresses, running them  through his fingers. "Beautiful," he said. "I love your hair." 

Buffy grinned. "My "stupid" hair?" she asked.

Spike chuckled. "I have no idea why I said that," he confessed. "Don't suppose you'd just like to forget about it, would you?"

She turned in his arms. "Oh, I'm sure I'll bring it up again at some point,' she informed him. "But...not tonight."

Slipping her arms up and around his neck, she pulled him down into another kiss. Her tongue crept into his mouth and found his, and they fought teasingly over who would be in charge.

Deciding to compromise, Buffy explored his mouth thoroughly, then let him do the same to hers.

When she broke away, he tried to catch her. She stepped back out of reach and began to unbutton her blouse.

Without a word, Spike yanked his boots off, then rid himself of his shirt.

Buffy's eyes widened with appreciation. Lean as he was, he was well built, with an abdomen layered with hard muscle. "Nice," she said softly.

She dropped her blouse, then whipped the tank top over her head. Since she hadn't bothered with a bra, her breasts were bared to his avid gaze.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said fiercely.

Buffy unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her feet. Stepping out of it, she stood before him in a pair of black lace panties and her boots.  With a teasing smile, she sat down on the bed and scooted up the mattress.

Holding up one booted foot, she pointed it at him. Spike
grasped her ankle and unzipped her footwear, then drew
if off and dropped it on the floor. When the other boot was
off, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied out of his tight denims.

Buffy propped herself on her elbows, enjoying this immensely.

When he was completely naked, he crawled up the bed and hovered over her.

She couldn't help glancing down between their bodies, and when she saw what he had for her, she inhaled sharply. What ever else Spike might be, man or demon, he was undoubtedly male in every way that counted. His penis was long and thick, fully erect and already leaking a few drops of semen.

Noticing the direction her gaze had taken, he rose to his knees, showing off for her. "See anything you like, Slayer?" he asked with a smirk.

Buffy nodded. "I like everything I see," she replied smartly.

When she had looked her fill, he moved forward and hooked his index fingers in the elastic of her panties, pulling them down and off. "Me, too," he said, hypnotized by the sight of her.

Buffy smiled and deliberately spread her legs wide. Raising one knee, she lifted her hips slightly, giving him a good view.

Spike instantly fell forward, catching himself on his hands. He bent his head and kissed her quickly, then moved down to the beginning swell of her breasts.

"Tell me what you like," he said. "I want to please you." Moving his mouth a little lower, he kissed the hard, dusky rose nipple of her right breast.

Moaning softly, she arched her back. "Lick them," she said. "Use your tongue."

He opened his mouth and began to lick every inch of her sen sitive breasts. With hard strokes of his tongue, he lapped at her nipples with a hunger he didn't try to control.

Buffy whimpered under the tender assault. Cupping her hand be neath one breast, she lifted it for him. "Take it in your mouth," she instructed. "Oh...oh, yes."  Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned deep in her throat. "Suck hard...harder. Oh, God...baby...yes. You do that so well...."

He broke away long enough to give her a smart alecky grin. "Well, I'm a vampire, luv.  I can suck all night."

She slipped her hand behind his neck to guide him back down.

"Promises, promises," she said, then gasped sharply and let her head drop back as he treated her other breast to the same caresses.

When he felt her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him in the southerly direction she wanted him to take, he chuckled in his throat and began to blaze a path of moist, tender kisses down her body. He tickled her rib cage with his tongue, making her giggle, then circled the shallow cup of her navel.

Sliding down a little farther on the bed, Spike settled himself between Buffy's splayed thighs. He pressed fervent kisses on the lightly tanned skin he found, marveling at the silky soft feel of it beneath his lips.

Her sex was moist and glistening, the neatly trimmed patch of light brown curls beckoning him to explore. Using his tongue only, he slid it up and down the cleft of her labia, leaving her even wetter than she had been.

Buffy's breathing escalated as she lay prone on the mattress. She moved her hands over her head and shoved them under the pillow, clutching it in a frantic grip as Spike made love to her with his mouth.

"You taste so sweet, baby," he said, rubbing his cheek against her thigh. "You're even better than candy."

She moved one hand down and into his mussed platinum curls. "Eat a little more," she replied, urging him back where she wanted him.

This time, he opened his mouth and covered her sex with it com pletely, sucking her and using his tongue at the same time. Buffy moaned and panted and twisted beneath his firm grip, her mind shutting down and her senses coming even more alive then they has been.

He began to alternate sucking on her with long strokes of his tongue, licking hard. When she was nearly mindless with pleasure, he sent her a little higher by suddenly shoving his tongue into her and moving it around, touching every sensitive inch of her drenched passage, striving to force himself in as deeply as he could.

Buffy's entire body began to tingle and glow. She lay beneath him, feeling the beginning onset of a powerful orgasm. "Spike..." she whis-
pered desperately. "Please...I'm....I want..."

"Want what, luv?" he said, pausing only briefly before he went at her again. Sliding his hand beneath her bottom, he lifted her and sent his tongue in deeper, sucking voraciously on her clitoris.

"Oh...oh...yes...Spike, make me come...do it...please, baby!" she whined and whimpered, begging him for the release only he could give her. "So good," she moaned. "You're so...so good. Ahhh...oh, baby, yes....yes....I'm gonna come...I'm....oh, Spike...."

He knew she was about to climax, and he wanted it to be as good as it could possibly be, so he pulled one hand from beneath her and quickly inserted his middle finger up into her tight pussy, pumping it in and out as he continued to lick and suck her clit.  He moved his finger harder and faster when he felt her sex tightening around it, treating her a little roughly, but being careful not to hurt her.

Buffy's hips shot up, and she dug her nails into his scalp as she screamed his name over and over again. The absolute ecstasy her body was swimming in was unlike anything she had  known be fore, as she was plunged into the throes of the strongest orgasm she'd ever experienced.

As her body began to calm down, she opened her eyes and tried to focus.

"You all right?" Spike asked, using that deep, sexy voice that always gave her goose bumps.

She looked down at him, still lying between her legs, his head pillowed comfortably on her inner thigh as his hand slid up and down her calf in a gentle caress.

"I'm so far beyond all right," she said, releasing a long sighing breath, "that I don't think it registers on a scale anymore."

He chuckled, squeezing her leg. "You enjoyed that, then?"

Buffy giggled. "How could you tell?"

Spike moved up beside her, kissing and nuzzling her throat. "I always knew," he said, "that the only thing more exciting than fighting with you...would be making love to you."

Buffy smoothed his touseled curls. "I love you," she said softly. "I know that for sure now."

"What do you mean, luv?" he asked, ducking away from her hair straightening fingers and shaking his head.

"It's just...no way could someone make me feel the way you just did...if I didn't love them so much."

Spike smiled at her. Not the little half smile, or the smart ass grin that he usually gave her, but a full smile. Every part of his face just lit up with it, and Buffy felt suddenly blessed to know that such simple words from her could make him so happy.

"I used to dream about you saying that," he told her, laying his head beside hers on the pillow. "But it's a hell of a lot better when I'm awake."

Buffy turned on to her side, facing him. "Tell me about the dream."

He chuckled. "You really want to talk? Now?"

"Not if you've got something better in mind," she said, tracing the curve of his lower lip with her finger.

Spike grabbed that finger and kissed it, then nudged her onto her back. "As a matter of fact....."  Lowering his head, he kissed her, making some soft sound in his throat when he felt her wrap her arms around him and return his kiss.

She surprised him then, by pushing him over on his back, then sliding down his body like a sinuous little snake, rubbing herself against him as she went.

"My, my, my," she said, when she encountered his erection. "So anxious."  She touched the tip with her finger, and lifted away the drop of semen that had beaded there.

"Baby..." he moaned. "Do it for me. Please."

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

He looked down at her, meeting her gaze with his. "Take it in your mouth," he urged her. "and suck it."

Buffy licked her lips, then bent her head and did as he asked.

"OH...YEAH!" he shouted as he was thrown into the blissful pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. "Buffy....baby...."

She closed her lips around him, then moved her head up and down, sucking hard on his achingly sensitive cock.

Spike opened his eyes wider and stared right into hers. "Harder," he begged.

Obligingly, Buffy increased the suction, lifting one hand to hold him at the base of his erection. She felt his fingers playing with her hair, although he was careful not to pull it or try to force her to move faster.

His hips jerked beneath her, and she leaned on him to hold him down.

Releasing him from her mouth, she pumped her hand up and down, rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb, spread ing the wetness he was releasing involuntarily. "Feel good?"

"Feels....fucking wonderful," he choked. "Like nothing I've...ever
felt....before. Oh, yes...honey....squeeze a little tighter....s'okay, luv...you're not hurting me....that's right....that's my girl..."

She returned her mouth to his cock, but instead of taking it in, she used her tongue and licked him up and down, then swirled it around the head, tasting his secretions.

"Shit..." he moaned. "Ahhh...fuck....you....you're amazing, babe. So....so damn good."

Pleased with his words, she took him back into her mouth. She'd only gotten started when she felt him nudge her off.

"Baby...not that I don't love it, cuz I do....but I want to be inside of you when I come."

Buffy crawled back up his body and kissed him, long and hard, then rolled off onto her back and opened her legs for him. "I want it, too," she said. "I want it now!"

"Anything for my girl," Spike said, moving on top of her. "Let's do it the old fashioned way...first."  He sent one hand down between them and grasped his cock. Rubbing the head against her clit, he leaned down and licked her ear, biting gently on the lobe. "Feel good, honey? Hmmm? Just...let me slide it right in, and....oh, fuck, yes..."

Burying himself all the way inside her, he ground his pelvis against hers. "So tight," he marveled. "And hot...bloody hell, girl. You can't be real...it's....it's too good."

Buffy planted her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips, meeting his downward thrust. She repeated the action again and again, keening in her throat, and digging her nails into his back.

They quickly established a rhythm, not too fast or too slow, but just enough to keep the pleasure at a steady level. Neither wanted to rush to the end, but instead to draw the experience out to it's very limits.

She moved her hands up and down his back, caressing him, scratching him lightly, and holding him firmly against her. As their lower bodies continued the easy pace they'd set, they kissed and whispered soft words of love, then the rawer words of lust, into each others open mouths. Their tongues slid wetly together, moving back and forth from his mouth into hers.

When Spike shifted his position slightly, touching a place inside of Buffy that made her bite down on his tongue, they both knew that they couldn't continue the slow thrusts any longer.

Buffy ground her head back into the pillow when Spike's cock rubbed her in just the right way to drive her wild. Searching for a repeat of the action, she lunged her hips upwards and dug her nails into his rear at the same time.

The contractions of her pussy were quickly bringing Spike to the boiling point. It tightened and relaxed around his dick like a small fist, and he could feel his load building up inside of him, screaming to be released.

Straightening his arms, he held himself over her, wanting to watch as pleasure contorted her pretty features. To help her along, he bent his head slightly and whispered, "Arch your back, luv...I want to suck those luscious tits again."

The coarse word aroused her even more, and she tilted her neck back and lifted herself to meet his hungry demand. When she felt the strong nursing motion of his mouth around her nipple, she cried out and held his head in her hands, making him suck harder.

They both realized that this first precious time together would be over soon, but knowing that it would happen again, as often as they wanted it to, made them eager to reach the end.

Spike increased the pace of his thrusts, until he was literally pounding himself into her. Buffy took every inch of him, grinding back and tightening her internal muscles, making him nearly scream with the intensity of the pleasure.

She panted and moaned in his ear, spurring him on further. "Spike, oh, yes....baby...feels so good....do it!  Harder, baby!  Yeah...oh...
oh...unh...unh..."  Every ramming thrust elicited a soft grunt from her.

He was just as wild as she, just as eager. "Babybabybaby," he groaned. "Fuck me, back...yeah, luv...that's it....sweet....so sweet... you're so....fucking....perfect!"  It was about to happen, he couldn't hold it back another second. "Gonna come...gonna come in you, luv....ahh!  Take it, baby....AHH!  FUCK....YES!!"

Those final words were all they needed to fly.....

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In the afterglow, they stayed close, their bodies glued together with sweat, and semen, and love.

"Promise me something?" Buffy whispered.

"Anything, luv...absolutely anything."

"Don't ever leave me."  She looked into his eyes, demanding he give her his word.

Spike was a little surprised at her request. "Buffy...I'll never leave you. I couldn't...even if I wanted to. Sweetheart," he said, kissing her gently. "You're a part of me. You always have been."

Buffy smiled tearfully. This was love.  She knew that now. This was how it was meant to be. Love wasn't just gentleness and tender emotions. It was wild and passionate, it was lusting and possessing,  it was jealous and impetuous, and it would last forever.

It was her second biggest revelation that day.