"You’re not the only one, Slayer." Spike moved towards the sulking Buffy, as he bent down to whisper in her ear.

"Oh shut up!" Buffy growled at Spike, "You were definitely a part of the 2000 suckage factor so keep it buttoned.  Remember, the only reason you are here is that you have the only working car.  If the Xan-mobile hadn’t broken down, you would be celebrating the New Year’s in that dank crypt of yours."

Willow had heard about the huge party that was happening in LA, and thought that this would be the perfect chance for the friends to escape the dangers and gloom of the hellmouth.  Willow and Tara had spent hours calling into a radio station to win the tickets.  The girls were so happy when they won complete VIP tickets to the New Years Eve party. Buffy had first resisted, but Joyce practically threw Buffy out of the house, knowing her daughter desperately needed a good time.  

They were all so disappointed when they found out that they had no ride to the party.They had tried to borrow Joyce’s car, but over the holiday, Joyce had a major buying tour of Sunnydale planned, and she needed the car.  Then Spike had volunteered to take the bunch into LA for the night.  The group initially said no, but when it was looking like the trip was going to have to be cancelled, they finally agreed to take Spike up on his offer.>

Spike glared at her ready to say something when Willow came and grabbed Buffy’s arm, "Come on you two.  It’s almost time."

Willow dragged Buffy and Spike followed to the dance floor.

"Ten . . . nine . . . eight . . ." Everyone shouted in unison in the Sheraton Hotel New Years Eve party. Xander and Anya brought over glasses champagne for everyone. Xander passed one to Buffy, Willow and Tara. Anya passed the other glass in her hand to Spike.

"Seven . . . six . . . five . . ." Tara and Willow smiled at each other; this would be their first New Years together. Anya held on to Xander’s free hand. The positive euphoric energy in the room was overwhelming. Except for one depressed Buffy, who had already finished the glass of champagne in one gulp and gestured to a waiter weaving in and out of the crowded dance floor with glasses of champagne for another.

"Four . . . three . . . two . . ." Streamers fell from the roof.

"ONE!" Everyone cheered.  Xander threw his arms around Anya, bending her back in a dramatic dip as he kissed her passionately.  Willow and Tara, smiled at each other and then Willow pulled Tara into her arms, kissing first one cheek then the other and then finally connecting with Tara’s lips.  Xander broke off the kiss with Anya, gaping foolishly at the two girls, and then Anya put her hands on his face, forcibly turning his attention back to her.   Spike looked at Buffy.  She was standing here on the dance floor surrounding by loving couples.  As she watched her friends embrace, her eyes filled with tears.  This was the first new years that Buffy had to spend alone.  She was still hurting over Riley leaving.  Spike wondered what would be the correct thing to do here.  He wanted to desperately kiss her, but just as he was planning to lean over, she caught him looking at her.

“Don’t even think about it, Spike.”  Buffy wipes her eyes, her face hardening as she looked at Spike.  “I may be sad that I am all-alone tonight, but that does not mean that I will even consider settling for you.

"Fine, Slayer.  I just thought that you might like to have a friend, someone to talk to.”

“"Whatever." Buffy snorted gulping down her next glass of champagne. " Riley dumped me. The new big bad has been kicking my butt. And I’m stuck having New Year’s Eve with you. My worst enemy is my date to a New Year’s party. I am pathetic, and another friend is not what I need."

Buffy went back to their table and sat down, Spike following after her. Thank God, the drinks are free.  Buffy thought as she gestured to a passing waitress.

"Cosmopolitan please.  Right now, now lots and lots of alcohol is what I need"

"Right away, Miss."  The waiter turned away after getting Spike’s order.

"Humph. Didn’t even ask for ID." Buffy grumbled to herself

Spike looked at the Slayer.  "Planning on getting drunk tonight, Slayer."

"Yup."

"Red told me about the beer incident."

"Well hopefully there is no witchcraft involved in these drinks."

"So what’s that, your eighth?" Spike said sitting in the chair next to her.

"Tenth. I’m getting plastered tonight. And I got dibs on the bed." She looked at him sternly.

"Like hell. We’re not sharing a room." Spike said trying to sound disgusted. Who am I trying to convince, he thought to himself.

"Yes, we are. Xander and Anya are going to be like two wild rabbits tonight. And I don’t even want to know what Tara and Willow will be doing," Buffy told Spike.

"I wouldn’t mind know . . ." Buffy’s glare stopped the rest of his sentence, "Fine, but you only got the bed if you can . . . can…"   The waitress down the drinks that they had ordered, "… out drink me."

"You’re a vampire, you can drink me under the table."

"Fine, then for every drink that you have. I’ll have to drink two. Who ever falls asleep or vomits first loses."

Buffy thought for a moment. Then envisioned the large plush king-sized bed and the absurd amount of pillows and said, "Deal."

"Good.  I can’t wait to spend the night sleeping in that large wonderful bed all alone." Spike waved at the waiter, motioning him to bring over another drink.

"Oh, please." Buffy rolled her eyes. The waiter took off towards the bar. "One stipulation."

"What’s that?"

"Only mixed drinks. No shots of anything."

Spike was about to protest, he took a deep unneeded breath and said "Fine."

~ ~ ~

1:00 am

"Oh puhleese. I can dance better than girl." Buffy said matter-of-factly.

They were looking out at the dance floor, poking fun at the people.  “Would you just look at her, that dress looks like it was poured on her.  How can anyone leave the house looking like that?”  She gestured to a girl walking across the dance floor.

"Wow, she just looks good enough to eat.  Face it Buffy, you’re just jealous because you know that you wouldn’t look half that good in that dress." Spike smirked at her as she tried to punch him in the chest, but missed and hit his arm. He looked down at the table and counted the littered empty glasses.  The count was now at six for Buffy and twelve for Spike.  Spike ordered another round of drinks.  Buffy watched the crowd dancing to the pulsating beat.

 "The next song to come on I gonna dancsh." Buffy giggled.

"Your drunk." Spike smiled.

"No I’m not." Buffy put her finger to her nose perfectly. And then stuck out her tongue at Spike.

"Hey guys. Done with the booze feast?" Xander asked, appearing at the table.

"Where’d the girls go?"

"Bathroom."

"I’ll be back." Buffy took off in the direction of the rest rooms.

* * *

"Hey Will."

"Buffy, how you doing?  Are you having fun with Spike?”

"Very funny, Will.  You know, if you guys weren’t so busy with coupley stuff, I wouldn’t have to be sitting with him."

“Please, Buffy.  I know that you enjoy your little arguments with Spike.  You two look like your having plenty of fun.”

"Yeah, maybe later you can have orgasms like me and Xander" Anya’s voice called out from behind a stall.

"Anya,” Buffy shrieked, blushing wildly as Willow laughed.

“Come on Buffy.  Don’t tell me that you have never thought about it.  All those times that you kicked his ass.  Don’t tell me that you have never noticed how good looking he is.”

“Willow…” Tara emerged from a stall and gave Willow a questioning look.

“Don’t worry, hun.  Your more than enough girl for me.”  She kissed Tara and smiled at the blond girl.  “But even though I love you and all, I’m not dead.  I have always thought that Spike was very good looking.  There is just something about him that is very… well, sexy.”

“Willow!”  Buffy looked shocked.  “I have never thought about Spike as good looking.  I can’t believe that you have thought about Spike that way.  Hello, Spike, evil undead, my mortal enemy.”

“Your right Willow,” Anya said as she moved out of the stall, fixing her dress.  “He is rather hot.  I bet with all that vampire strength, he could do some rather incredible things in bed.  Like this one time with Xander…”

“Anya, we don’t really want to know what you do with Xander.”  Willow finished washing her hands and moved to fix her hair, which had become rather wild.

“Guys, I hate to have to break this to you, but there is now way in hell that I would ever sleep with Spike.  Ughh, the thought gives me the shivers.”  Buffy turned back to the mirror, reapplying her lipstick.

“Calm down Buffy, we’re just teasing you.”  Willow had finished her primping and was now leaning against the sinks watching Tara fix her make-up and waiting for her friends.

“Well, it’s not funny.”  Buffy and Anya finished and the four girls left the room together.

* * *

Xander had returned to the table to wait for the girls to return from the bathroom.  He looked at the piles of glasses on the table and the slightly inebriated Spike leaning on the table, watching the dancers.  Xander had watched Spike and Buffy from the dance floor, noticing their usual bickering and Buffy’s unusual consumption of drinks.  He had put two and two together.  "Don’t you dare try and take advantage of her." Xander warned Spike.

"What? Me?" Spike said innocently. "I never even thought about it."

"She’s still trying to get over Riley."

"So."

"So?" Was all Xander could get out because Buffy, Tara, Willow and Anya came back.  There was a collective gasp from the men sitting at the table.  All four of them looked beautiful.

Tara wore a strapless black dress with silk shawl. Her hair was in ringlets flowing around her face. Her make-up light and natural looking. Typical Tara. 

Meanwhile Anya was looking like a killer in a long skintight red dress. It was a light red then changed to a deeper red by the hemline. Her make-up matched the effect that she was gunning for perfectly, her lipstick matched the deep red and her eyeliner and eye shadow was dark around her eyes making them look browner than usual, almost haunting.

Spike smirked as he looked at Willow. Her blond hair off set her teal dress perfectly. Yes, blond hair. She used a beauty spell to see how it would look. The satin teal dress was wrapped with black lace. Two thin straps held the piece of material to her body.

Red always looked so thrown together. Except for that Halloween a couple of years ago, Spike thought.

Then there was Buffy. In a blue strapless form fitting dress that made her slightly bronzed skin glow. The dress was stunning to say the least and had a slit along her left leg that reached way up on her upper thigh.

Spike felt weak as he looked at Buffy.  He had never seen her look so beautiful.  She still had no idea that he loved her, and Spike was glad.  He thought that with a woman this beautiful, the power that she could wield over a man in love was staggering.  Spike had enough trouble trying to keep Buffy from kicking his ass.  If she knew  I’m in love with her.  Wel,l it would be all over.  I’d do anything for her, hell, I’d even stake myself if she looked at me and asked me with that pouty expression on her face.  Spike shuddered at the thought.  He was angry with himself for being so weak, but he couldn’t help himself.  Just looking at her sitting across from him, giggling and whispering with Willow, he felt his chest tighten and became thinking childishly about ways to get her attention.

Buffy looked over at Xander and Spike.  Xander’s suit fit him perfectly. The charcoal black suit was actually Calvin Klein and anyone with any fashion knowledge knew that this suit was way out of Xander price range. However, Xander had been promoted to crew head of the carpentry in the construction company. So with the raise he’d be receiving, he could pay it off by the end of the month. Plus, Anya loved it, evidenced by the way that she moved around the table to stand behind him, putting her arms around his shoulders.  She kissed the top of his head and then kissed his lips as he looked up at her.  Buffy smiled as he saw how loving they were with each other. 

Buffy glanced over at Spike, sitting at the table, watching the dance floor and sulking.  It looked as though he had bought a new suit.  The black Armani suit fit his slim body perfectly. He offset the darkness of the suit with a light gray dress shirt and a dark gray Alfred Sung tie.  She remembered what the girls had been saying in the bathroom and blushed.  She had to admit he did look rather good sitting there.  The black suit contrasted with his pale skin and blond locks.  His hair normally was kind of gross, all gelled so that it stuck down to his skull, but he had done something to it, making it stick up in spikes and curls.  It actually looked rather good.  And he did have a pretty nice face, with those strong cheekbones and full lips.  He turned his head and caught her looking at him.  He looked at her, arching one eyebrow questioningly.  She blushed brighter and then turned back to listen to the conversation between Willow and Tara.

"Let’s go dance Xander." Willow grabbed his arm and dragged Xander onto the dance floor. Anya made a face at her and Tara laughed.

"Anything to drink?" A waiter that approached their table asked.

"Sure, Vodka and cranberry." Anya ordered.

"Godet, please." Tara volunteered next.

Buffy looked at Spike who shrugged his shoulders, "Three martini’s"

Spike looked at her wide-eyed, "You ever had one of those before luv?"

"No. Why?"

"Never mind."

"Three Buffy, isn’t that over doing it?" Tara asked.

"No. One is for me and two are for Spike. We’re drinking to see wins the bed in our room tonight. And to see who gets the couch." Buffy told them.

"Oh." Tara said looking concerned.

"Get strawberry Schnapps next, it tastes like strawberry ice cream." Anya volunteered.

"Would you like to dance?" A handsome man in his late twenties asked Tara.

"I ahh . . . ahh . . ."

"Yes. She said yes." Anya answered for Tara. Tara looked at her with sheer fright. Buffy waved her hand shooing Tara away with the man. Anya laughed, but then it was her turn.

"You know baby, you are the millennium. You are 2001. You're fresh. You’re hot. And full of prospects. Would you like to dance?"

Buffy’s checks quivered with laughter, but she held back, because she didn’t want to embarrass the tall, dark and handsome African American talking to Anya. However, Spike wasn’t a tactful as Buffy. Anya looked at Buffy and Spike’s faces, and then indignantly said ‘sure’. When she left, Buffy and Spike burst out laughing.

"You’re the millennium. Full of prospects?" Buffy gasped.

"What a pick up line."

The waitress headed back with their drinks. Buffy sipped the Martini and made a disgusted face, which made Spike laugh.

"It tastes awful." Buffy said

"I could have told you that." Spike gulped the first one down.

"Buffy? Buffy Summers."

Buffy turned to see a girl that she didn’t recognize. "Yes."

"Oh my god. It’s me, its Priscilla."

"Priscilla. It’s good to see you." Buffy gritted through her teeth. Priscilla what a slut, Buffy thought. How many times did she try to steal Tyler away from me when we went to Hemery?

"You look the same." Priscilla tried to comment.

"You look bigger." Buffy smiled innocently.

"Well yeah.  I just had a baby two months ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah Tyler and I had a baby boy. His name is Austin."

"You and Tyler?" Buffy looked in shock.

"Yes." Priscilla loved Buffy’s reaction.

"Isn’t that nice, honey?" Spike said moving around the table to stand behind Buffy. He brushed her hair back from her face gently. Buffy was just about to tell Spike to get lost when she realized what he was doing.

"Yes it is, William. A child is such a HUGE responsibility and I’m glad that you and Tyler felt that you were ready to have children." Buffy said sweetly to Priscilla.

"Is this your date?" Priscilla asked eyeing Spike up and down.

"Oh."

"Priscilla, we need to leave." Tyler called out her then saw Buffy. His eyes light up and a large grin appeared on his face, "Buffy? You look good."

His gaze on Buffy lasted a very long time, until Spike interrupted it.

"Hey mate, the name is William." Spike extended his arm to Tyler. Tyler took it unknowingly. Spike’s grip was strong as he squeezed his hand. His brain began to throb. Damn chip, Spike let go of Tyler’s hand much to Tyler’s relief.

"So Buffy, what have you been up to." Tyler’s interest in Buffy made Priscilla very uncomfortable.  Buffy smiled, loving that fact that for one moment this girl was going to feel the way that Buffy had felt all freshman year.  It was petty, but Buffy couldn’t help reveling in this girl’s pain. She leaned over and kissed Spike, surprising herself as much as him.  She felt him stiffen, and then return her kiss.  She broke away from him, noticing that he looked a little stunned. And then turned back to the girl.

"College and stuff." Buffy smiled, "And you with a baby and all. Wow."

"Yeah, what a load of responsibility." Tyler smiled slightly, causing Priscilla to glare at him.

"Hey, how’d you do it?   I’ve been trying here for months with Buffy but she...Oufff." Spike started until a sharp elbow hit him in the ribs.

"I think that we should go, Tyler." Priscilla pulled his arm.

"Uhhh. Sure. Buffy it was really great to see you again." Tyler said before Priscilla yanked toward the door again.

As soon as the couple was out of sight, Buffy downed the rest of the martini, grabbed one of Spike’s, and did the same thing.  She caught Spike looking at her.  “Oh, don’t get all excited Spike.  I just kissed you to make them jealous.  It will never happen again.”

“Please, Slayer.  Like kissing you is anything I want to experience again.  You really should invest in some decent moisturizers.”  He returned to the other side of the table.  “So are you going to order me new drink to replace the one’s that you stole.  I will be damned if you are going to be sleeping on that bed tonight.”

“Watch me.”  Buffy grabbed the waitress and ordered them another round, tipping her a twenty so that she would stick close to their table. 

~ ~ ~

3:00 am

The party was winding down, people were either too drunk to stand or they went to one of the many clubs open all night.

Willow and Tara were the first to leave and soon after Xander and Anya followed.

Buffy looked at Spike blurrily.  In the few hours that have passed, Spike and Buffy had moved way past tipsy and were now drop dead drunk.

"We should go too. Grab that bottle of wine and lettssss go," Buffy said standing up.

Spike looked up at her, "Why are there two of you."

"Oh, get your dead dumbass up and lettsss go. You...you...Pollock." Buffy burst out laughing causing the other drunken occupants to moan.

"Look here...." Spike began to laugh as he picked up the bottle and followed her, "You called me a Pollock."

Spike and Buffy moved towards the elevators.  Buffy leaned against the doors, her hand over her eyes.  “I feel a little dizzy.  Is the world spinning for you?”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, spilling Buffy to the floor of the elevator.  Spike looked in at her and laughed, stepping into the elevator and pushing the button for the twelfth floor.

She looked up at him and pouted.  “It’s not funny.  Help me up you jerk.”

Spike leaned over and reached out his hand.  She grasped it and tried to pull herself up.  As she pulled, Spike lost his balance and fell over, landing on top of her.  He looked down at her, laying beneath him, glaring at him, and felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her.  He leaned towards her and closed him eyes, and felt a hand grasp his dick sharply. 

“Don’t even think about it buster.  You do and you’ll be wearing these as a hat.”  She pushed him sharply and stood up, towering over him and he lay on the floor.

“Jesus, Buffy.”  Spike stood up and move towards her.  “Why must you always be such a bitch?”  The elevator doors opened and Spike stalked out, leaving her behind in the elevator.

“I don’t know where you think that you are going.  I have the key to the room.”  She shouted after him as he walked to the door and stood there, waiting for her.  She joined him and then opened the door.  He brushed by her and moved into the room, shedding his jacket.

“Did you actually call me a bitch?”  Buffy moved towards Spike and shoved him against the wall.  “You know, considering that I can always stake you and you can’t lift a hand against me, I would be nicer to me if I were you.”  She moved away from him, fanning herself with her hand. 

“God, it is hot in here.”  Buffy moved to the sliding glass doors that separated the room from the balcony.  She opened the door and the blinds, breathing deeply as the cool air hit her.

“Please Buffy.  If you wanted me staked, you would have done it a long time ago.  Plus, I think that you’re so pissed, you couldn’t hit the side of a barn with Mr. Pointy.”  He moved past around, stretching out on the large bed. 

Buffy saw him lying on the bed and moved to the foot, look down at him lying there peacefully, his eyes closed.  “You better not be passed out, Spike.  My buzz is wearing off and turning into one hell of a headache.  The last thing that I need right now is you have to fight with you.”  Spike remained on the bed, ignoring her.

Buffy reached down, grabbed a hold of his foot, and in one move, pulled him completely off the bed.  His eyes opened as his head hit the floor.

“Christ Buffy.  If it weren’t for this sodding chip…” He picked himself off the floor and moved menacingly towards Buffy, pushing her so that her back was against the wall and his face was inches from hers.

“What are you going to do Spike.  We both know that you’re a impotent little vamp.”  She stared straight at him, daring him to try something.

Spike grabbed Buffy’s arms tightly.  “I’ll show you impotent.”  He pushed her hard against the wall and kissed her hard.  She struggled against his grip and then bit him hard, causing his lip to bleed.  He backed off her, holding his hand over his bloody lip.  She had expected him to be furious, to perhaps even break out in vamp face, but he was just staring at her, a wounded look on his face.  Some little place that she didn’t know existed inside her heart hurt at the sight of that look on his face.

“You know what Buffy, I was a pretty decent bloke, taking you guys up here, keeping you company while your friends ignored you.  The least that you could do is be a little grateful.”

Buffy couldn’t stand seeing him look at her that way.  It was the same disappointed look that Giles always gave her, but slightly different.  Disappointment tinged with something else, something she couldn’t place.  She moved out to the balcony and he followed.

“So what are you saying?  That I should kiss you out of gratitude?  News flash, Spike, you repulse me.  There is no way that I would ever kiss you.”  She turned away from him and looked out at the city twinkling below them.

“That is such bullshit, Buffy.  I know that you are attracted to me.  I have a vampire’s sense of smell, you idiot.  Every time you bust into my crypt and start to kick my head in, I can smell the lust on you.” 

Spikes seized her arm, swung her around, and pushed himself up against her, pinning her against the balcony railing.  “I can smell you, I know what you want.  He leaned in and kissed her hard, his lips pressing against her struggling mouth, forcing his tongue inside to caress her teeth and to fight against her tongue.  She tried to push him away but he held her tight and continued to fight against her will.  He felt her struggling stop as she sagged against him, giving up.  He broke the kiss and looked down at her.

“I know what you want, Slayer.”  He reached up to caress her cheek.

She looked at him, her brows knitting together as she looked inside her self.  Could Spike be right?  She looked at him standing before her, his chest heaving from emotion rather than the need for oxygen.  She heard the common arguments start to echo in her mind.  He’s a killer, evil, gross.  There is nothing attractive about Spike.  She shook her head to clear the thoughts out and then looked at him as though she was seeing him for the first time.  She looked at him, his dark blue-gray eyes staring into hers, the smell of cologne mixed with musk, his hands cold and strong on her bare skin, and she felt something break inside of her, some part of her resolve.  She looked at him, really looked and realized that she had been lying to herself for so long.  She had run away from anything that reminded her of that night of passion with Angel, and the horrible consequences that emerged from what they had shared.  Even though Spike and Angel were nothing alike, the feeling of cold skin on her hot body, the lack of movement and sound from a dead chest were enough to make Buffy afraid of what Spike had to offer her.  She struggled to think clearly through the haze of confusion and alcohol.

Spike looked down at Buffy standing still in his arms.  He could see that he had finally broken through a few of the walls that she had placed around her.  He saw her struggle with her awareness of her need for him, and her fear of him and other men, and he sighed as he captured her eyes with his and caressed her cheek.

“Don’t fight this Buffy, don’t think.  Just let your body feel and it will tell you what you want.”  He leaned down and kissed her again, this time his lips were gentle and he let her open to him, rather than forcing himself on her.  Her mouth parted and her tongue tentatively slipped towards his.  He met her inside his mouth and she sighed as she felt her hot tongue enveloped in his coldness.  He felt her arch her back and press up against him as the last of her reservations fled under her growing arousal.  She moved her hand up to his chest, caressing the taunt muscles before moving up to his neck.  One hand slid over his face, tracing a line along the chiseled jaw and cheek and the other slid around and through the short platinum curls.  He slid his arms tighter around her, his mouth tingling as she slid her tongue along his teeth and along his tender palate.  He lost himself in the feel and the taste of her.

Buffy moved her hand back to his chest and with one sharp movement, pushed Spike away from her.  He gaped in astonishment as she moved around him and through the door to the hotel room.  He stood there for a minute, his mind buzzing and his body humming, indignant that she would get him this excited and then push him away.  He turned around and moved into the room just in time to see her walk into the bathroom and shut the door.  He marched to the door and tried the knob.  Locked, the bitch had locked herself in there.  Spike started to pound on the door as he heard running water.

 “Buffy, you are not done in here.  You just can’t leave a bloke all excited like this.  What the hell are you doing in there?”  He continued to pound as he heard the water turn off.  Spike was just about to attempt to break down the door when the lock clinked and the door opened.  Buffy was standing in the doorway, naked, her blond hair down and flowing around her shoulders.  Spike was stunned by the sight of her.  She was glorious in the soft light of the room, her hair glimmering and her tanned skin glowing.  She walked moved to him, and laid her hands on his chest. 

“Now Spike, for someone who is over a hundred years old, you sure don’t have any patience.”  She pushed him backwards until his legs hit the edge of the bad and he sat down.  She pushed him back and then climbed over him, straddling him as he lay there stunned and speechless below her.

 She laughed at the look on his face.  “If you were alive, I would tell you to breath.”

“Buffy.”  Spike moaned as she leaned down.  “I need you so much.  I love you.”

“I know, Spike.  Now shush.”  She moved her hands so that they were on either side of him and kissed him passionately.  For a moment, he was frozen, and then he broke through his surprise and threw his arms around her, pulling her down so that she was lying on top of him.  He rolled her over and pinned her under him, moving his mouth from her lips to suck and lick along her jaw.  She gasped as he moved from her jaw to her neck moving his mouth along her pulsing jugular.  He moved down to the scars left from Angel, paused and then licked the tender scar tissue, nipping at it with blunt teeth. 

Spike knew how the scars remained extremely sensitive and played with her for a moment, smiling as his treatment made her gasp.  She brought her leg up to fasten them around his back, her hips pressing up against him.  He could feel the heat of her sex through the thin material of his slacks and he felt himself harden to the point of pain.  He moaned and moved his attentions lower to her firm small breasts.  He took one nipple in his mouth sucking on it as he shifted his weight to one hand and brought the other to cup the unattended breast.  He caught the nipple between his teeth, bit it lightly, and then began to flick the swollen bud with his tongue.  She moaned his name, and began to rub her moist heat against him.  It was almost more than he could stand.

Spike moved his mouth down, laying moist kisses along her flat stomach.  She giggled again as he kissed a path around her bellybutton before licking the small crevice.  Humm, the Slayer is ticklish.  Spike mused on this interesting detail as he continued working down towards the dark tuft of curls that were nestled between the Slayer’s thighs.  Buffy realized where Spike was heading and tried to pull him back up, murmuring no between clenched teeth. 

“Buffy, let me do this for you.”  She acquiesced as he gently parted her thighs, opening her up. He moved up her body, kissing her as he slid one hand between her legs, parting the moist folds and sighing as he felt her warm juices flow over his questing fingers.  He looked down at her, smiled and spoke into her ear.

“Trust me, Buffy.”  Spike moved down her body again and parted her, placing his head between her legs.  She moaned and opened her legs wider, propping her legs up on the bed.  He opened his mouth and sucked her tender clit into his mouth, rolling it around and flicking it with his tongue.  She immediately began to gasp and he felt her body tighten, he paused as she fought to control herself.  When he had sensed that she was now backing off from the orgasm, he continued playing with her clit and her breathing began to quicken. 

Spike moved away from her swollen nubbin and she moaned and whispered something disapproving.  He smiled at her and then moved to her quivering entrance, sliding one finger into the tightness.  He felt her muscles contract around his finger and he removed it to replace the one with two, and then three.  He felt her body tighten and respond to his entry and he longed to be inside her.  He moved his fingers in and out of her, and bent to again take her clit in his mouth.  This time he would not stop until she had come.  The stoked her and suckled her as she began to pant heavily, gasping and repeatedly moaning his name.  He loved the sound of her calling “Spike, Spike” in that heavenly tortured voice.  Spike felt Buffy tighten beneath him and he gave her clit a few quick licks as she came explosively, screaming his name.  He continued moving his fingers inside of her as her body shook with the force of the orgasm and then moved back up her shivering body to kiss her passionately.  She trembled again as he kissed her, her mouth reacting to her lingering juices. 

“You like that, luv.  Here have a taste.”  He brought his hand up and Buffy eagerly sucked the moist fingers into her mouth, licking the last of her musk off him.  They lay there for a few moments, tasting each other as the last of her shudders worked through her flushed body.

Finally unable to control himself any longer, Spike moved off of her and stood at the foot of the bed and began to strip of his clothes, slowly and piece by piece, happy to give her a show.  She slid back towards the head of the bed, moved into her elbows, and watched as he revealed himself.  The shirt came off first followed by the white undershirt.  She looked at his chest, the muscles tight and smooth under the white skin.  Buffy loved looking at him.  I can’t believe that I never realized how beautiful he is.  His body was smaller than Angel’s or Riley’s, but he was well muscled and lean, reminding her of a cat, some great jungle panther.  Next came the pants, and as he unbuttoned them, his cock burst free, unfettered by underwear.  He was large and rather thick, which was rather unexpected.  Perhaps this is why he is always so cocky.   Buffy giggled as the unattended pun ran through her mind.

Spike looked offended, “What so funny, luv?”

“Nothing Spike.  Ohh, don’t worry.  There is nothing here that is wrong.  Now quit standing there glaring and come to me.  I’m getting lonely.”

“Happy to oblige you, pet.”  He jumped on the bed and she giggled as he threw himself on to her, shoving his head between her breasts.  She grasped his head and kissed him, their silliness evaporating as their passion mounted again.  She rolled him over and pinned him down.  He tried to move her around again so that he was on top but she shoved him back. 

“Don’t move.”  He stopped struggling and lay there, waiting for whatever she had planned.

She smiled and bent her head, kissing along his jaw and moving down his neck to his shoulder and collarbone.  He moved his hands up to touch her, but she grabbed them and pushed them over his head.

“Stay,” she growled and returned her attentions to his chest. He learned his lesson and kept his hands above his head and let he have her way with him.

She kissed a wet trail down his chest and then sucked a nipple into her mouth, playing with it before giving it an experimental bite.  He moaned, but clearly wanted more, so she continued licking and sucking and biting him until the bud was red and aching and his chest was heaving.  She smiled.  Apparently, sometimes he forgot he didn’t need to breathe.  She turned to the other nipple and by the time she was finished, he was gasping and writhing against her, desperate to touch her.  She sat up and felt his heavy cock pressing against her ass.  She lifted herself up and moved so that she was hovering just above him, purple head of his cock just inches from her moist folds.

“What do you want, Spike,” she whispered, teasing him.

“God, Buffy please.  Please, I need to be inside you.”

“Well, since you said the magic word.”  She lowered herself, guiding him as he felt the head of his cock slid inside her.  They both gasped- her at his size and him at her heat- and then he cried out as she took his entire length inside her.  He lost the ability to control himself and reached up to grasp her body as she rode him.  She was so hot, he felt as though his whole body was on fire.  He hadn’t been with someone alive in so long, he had forgotten how wonderful it was to be surrounded by living warmth.  He pulled her down so that her chest was tight against his and then rolled her over onto her back, taking control as they resumed their rhythm. 

Buffy was in ecstasy.  She gave the control gladly to Spike as she felt the waves of passion roll over her.  She felt him moving above her, his cold cock smoothly sliding in and out of her body.  She crossed her legs over him and raised her hips up so that his every thrust rubbed her swollen clit.  She moved with him, as she felt the passion rise and threaten to overflow.  She opened her eyes and looked at him.  Her eyes met his stormy blue eyes and she felt the waves of orgasm hit her.

Spike looked down at Buffy, met her eyes, and felt her stiffen below him.  He continued thrusting as her cunt tightened around him and he struggled to control himself as she cried out beneath him.  He thrust a few more times, but the heat and contractions of her body were too much and he growled as he came, his dead seed shooting deep inside her.  He collapsed on top of her, his body quivering with the force of orgasm.

They lay there for a moment, as their bodies calmed down.  Buffy ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the cold skin slick with sweat.  Spike just closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her, loving the feel of her warm body pressed against his.  After a moment of enjoying the tender embrace, Spike rolled off Buffy and moved over to the side of the bed where his cigarettes lay in the pocket of his pants.  He lit one and offered the pack to her.  To his surprise, she took one, and he lit it for her.  She took a deep drag and then her small frame shook as she coughed the smoke out.

“Don’t breath in so deep, luv.” He smiled at her and then got up to fetch a glass of water.  She took the glass gratefully and took a drink, her coughs tapering off.  She looked at him apologetically as she stubbed the smoke out in an ashtray that she had found in the nightstand.  “I don’t think that I was made to smoke.”

“That’s alright, pet, more for me.”  He smiled again.

He sat there, smoking his cigarette, looking at her sitting against the headboard, her skin still flushed.  She seemed to be thinking about something, she kept nibbling at her bottom lip.

“What are you thinking about, pet.  Good thoughts I hope.”

“Spike…” She trailed off, unsure about what to say.  He waited for her to find the words.  “You love me?”  She said it half inquisitively and half fearfully. 

“Well, I hadn’t planned on having this little conversation now,” Spike nodded.  “I love you.”

“But when, and how, and why,” Buffy whispered as she looked down at her hands. 

“Well, obviously, I wasn’t in love with you all those times that I tried to kill you.  I’m sorry about that by the way.  I don’t know why or when exactly, but I think that that is why things never worked out with Dru.  She knew that I loved you way before I did.  I got this damn chip in my head, I started helping you and the scoobies, and in the midst of all that, I started wanting to help you and worry about you and shit.  I don’t know why I started to love you instead of wanting you dead like I should have, but I couldn’t help my feelings.”

He looked at her, his eyes willing her to look at him instead of her hands, to give him a look that said that there was something to hope for, something in this night that wasn’t just about the sex.  She finally looked up at him, and he searched her eyes for some glimmer of love that could give him hope.  When he saw only confusion, he sighed and rose up, tying a stray sheet around his waist.  He moved over to the balcony doors and walked out.  She knew that she had disappointed him; that he wanted something from her that she was unsure that she could give.  She was so confused; she had no idea what she wanted.  She closed her eyes and sat up, crossing her legs in front of her.  Giles had taught her that whenever she was faced with a decision to make and was unsure, to meditate for a few minutes on the problem and then the answer would come to her.  She closed her eyes to find the answer that she sought.  She copied Spike and grabbed another sheet and wrapped it around herself, thinking idly, they really go over board on the bedding here.

Spike was out on the balcony, chain-smoking and looking out at the lights below.  She moved behind him, threading her arms around his waist.  He stiffened against her and spoke.

“Buffy look, I didn’t mean to…”

“Spike, shut up for a minute.  I have some things that I have to say, and I need to get them out before you talk. Kay.”

He turned and nodded at her and leaned against the railing.

She paused, considering what she wanted to say.  “Spike, I don’t love you.”  He looked heartbroken and opened his mouth to speak.  “Shush.  Listen, I only found out about all this tonight.  It’s kinda surreal finding out that your attracted to your mortal enemy, and that he is in love with you.  You have to give me a little time to deal with this.” 

She looked him over, standing there with his cigarette forgotten in one hand, looking for all the world as though his dog had died.  It broke her heart to see him looking so sad.  She had to tell him the rest before he did something stupid like jumping of the balcony.

“I never said that I couldn’t love you.  For a long time, I have hated you.  Until tonight.  Tonight, I realized that there are feelings for you that I’ve kept buried deep inside me.  I think for the first time that I could love you.  And, I know that I am madly attracted to you.  I don’t know if that is what you need to hear, but that is all that I can give you tonight.”

She stepped back and looked at him, watching the expressions move across his face.  He looked at her, sighed and turned back towards the city.  She moved next to him, leaning against the railing so that their arms touched lightly.  She looked out at the twinkling lights and waited for him to speak.

“Aww, Buffy.  I loved you while you were pounding my face into the ground.  I suppose that I can love you even if you don’t love me.  But,” Spike turned to her and drew her towards him; “I need to be near you, to feel you like this.”

“Ohhh,” Buffy sighed as he trailed light kisses on her neck.  “That is very ok.  Why don’t you take me into that room and ravage me.”

“How about I ravage you here.”He pushed her back against the railing and place an arm on each side of her, leaving her no ability to flee.

“But Spike, people can see.”

Spike kissed her as the two white sheets were thrown off the balcony and floated slowly to the ground twelve stories below.