"Oh my god.... wait. Spike, stop." Buffy's heart raced as she grabbed his hand and extracted it oh so slowly from inside her panties.

"This is wrong. It's not supposed to be like this." Buffy sighed as she backed away from him, her eyes never leaving his. It felt so perfect. His hands touched her the same way she touched herself, when she needed to find release. He knew where to be hard, and how to be soft. How to tempt her, invite her into finding her bliss. The way her body arched into his hand against her will. It was overwhelming to her. And it terrified her.

Spike was torn. He saw the fear behind her harsh words, all he wanted to do was man handle her onto the ground and pour all his love into her, possess her completely until they were both spent. But, this was Buffy, and doing that would just about guarantee either an ass kicking, or having her run for the hills. Neither of which would fix the ache in his groin.

"Luv, it's meant to be exactly like this, I want you and I just felt how much you want me." It sounded like something Spike would say, arrogant and smug. But his eyes spoke of love, and need. And that's what had Buffy back peddling. Love wasn't supposed to be part of the equation tonight.

They had kissed, in that back alley, and after that kiss, they had spoken about what it meant. Buffy was feeling so separated from the world. Spike understood that, he knew what she wanted was only physical and even though he'd promised himself not to be the Slayers lap-dog anymore, he knew that all she had to do was ask, and he would die for her. Give her everything that he had.

Buffy knew, the moment she looked in his eyes, that this wasn't just a shag for him. He was offering himself, heart and soul. Buffy snorted as she suppressed a chuckle, soul, that's a good one she thought to herself. Why was she even concerned about something that didn't exist.

"Come 'ere vampire," she sneered and she tugged him toward her by his belt loops. "Lets shag."

Spike dead heart dropped to the floor at her harsh words. But he knew he was a goner anyway "Yeah Luv, lets do it." he growled. Forget about 'tender and meaningful' he told himself, if she wanted to be reminded of this world, then he'd make damn sure she remembered just how hard, and cruel it really was.

With lightening speed he pulled her hard up against his body. forcing her stomach into his groin. "You want to feel this Slayer?" his voice rumbled into her ear, and travelled down her spine in waves. Buffy shuddered as she moaned into his neck.

"Yes, make me feel it Spike." that was all he needed, he reached into her panties again, but this time, he grabbed her roughly and shoved two fingers inside her. The sudden force of him took her breath away, but she didn't flinch. This was what she'd asked for.

She reached down between her legs, and ripped her thong off, flinging the shredded piece of lace into the corner of the room, as her leg hitched itself around his thigh, opening up to him.

Spike's eyes glowed with yellow highlights. His fingers pumped faster, her wetness dripped down his hand. "Oh Buffy, so wet for me luv. You like this?" his whispers were more to himself than to her, he knew she was lost in the sensation, he could tell from the way her head lay back and her knees buckled. He entire weight supported by him.

"Time to get more comfortable Pet." he whispered to her, as he removed his fingers and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed. Buffy gnawed on his neck, running her hands everywhere she could find skin. Spike looked down at her. His Slayer. His Buffy, and wished that she would open her eyes.

His thoughts had stopped his feet, and the lack of motion caused those eyes to open to him. Spike immediately wished that they were closed again. They were cold. Unfeeling.

"Put me down Spike. I can walk." It was a verbal slap, and she knew it. But the flicker of affection in his eyes was extinguished by it. So it served it purpose.

Spike threw her onto the bed, and pounced after her, forcing all his weight onto her and crushing the air out of her lungs.

"How do you want this Slayer," he questioned "with or without fangs?" He slipped into his game face, tearing one sleave of her shirt off and grazed her shoulder til a small trickle of blood appeared. The smell of it intoxicated him, a low snarl vibrating in his throat.

Buffy watched the blood snake down her arm, hypnotised by it. She reached out a finger and caught it before it fell to the sheets. She had never really looked at her own blood before, never studied it up close, and that she could still bleed at all struck her as miraculous.

"With baby." she murmured so low that she could barely be heard.

She offered her scarlet covered finger to Spike and ordered him to lick. She knew what she was doing, driving him to the edge, tempting him with a promise of ambrosia.

His tongue darted out between his canines, tasting the air. If he took that finger, he would be lost. Forever at her mercy and he knew it. Knew she knew it too.

Instead he dipped his fingers back into her dripping pussy and gathered her juices onto his fingers, he took her hand and mixed her blood with the moisture he'd gathered, angling the concoction back towards her mouth. "Taste yourself luv. You're alive. You're real."

As though in a thrall, she did as ordered, her eyes never leaving his. The mixture of tastes both copper and bittersweet grabbed at her tastebuds, forcing her to swallow. Spike leaned into her, taking her mouth with his own. His tongue demanding an entrance as he searched for the girl he knew was in there somewhere. He knew, because he could taste her.

She deepened the kiss, as her hands sought out his button-fly, tearing at them in frustration, desperate for him to be inside her. He let her fumble, it gave him time to settle his emotions. He'd never seen anything as erotic in 130 yrs as the sight of the Slayer's tongue lapping at her own blood and it had almost pushed him over the edge. Now her hands, so close to his cock were having a similar effect. He stilled her. pressing her upper body into the sheets.

"Wait." He ordered as he moved off her.

She removed her hands, but instead of laying still, she grasped the bottom edge of her top, and pulled what was left of it off, in one smooth move. Her nipples had peaked at the sudden rush of fresh air, the skin tightened around them. She reached forward and began to pinch them, rolling them, teasing both herself and Spike. They could both smell her arousal as it flooded the room. Spike rushed to get naked. His jeans pooled at the foot of the bed as he stalked his prey on all fours, up the bed.

She lay below him. exposed and vulnerable. lips and pussy both swollen with desire. the heat radiated off her in waves as she panted in anticipation of what was about to happen. Smooth skin flushed with blood pumping under him, and then around him as he entered her. They both shook with the sensations that coursed through their veins. Suddenly, Buffy flipped them.

Now she was on top, chewing up and down his neck, circling his Adam's apple with her lips as she forced him deeper and deeper inside of her. Rolling her hips as she ground her clit into the base of his shaft. Sucking on his earlobe, then down to his nipples. Nipping one with her teeth, hard, almost drawing blood, while she pinched the other til it was erect. He tried to move, but her hands shot up to his shoulders. Forcing him to be still. Her breasts bobbed in front of him, just out of reach as she rode him.

Spike was so close to coming. Watching her devour him. Possess him. It was so fucking good. Quickly his fingers sought out her clit. Massaging and pinching it. Buffy rocked onto his hand, driving him even deeper into her and toward climax.

He felt her come. She clamped down so tight that it hurt and that mix of pleasure and pain was all it took for him to loose control completely. His hips bucked up into her as he exploded into her warmth.

The sensation was so good. Like nothing he had ever felt before. Not the climax, though that was very good, but the closeness he felt to her. Her sweaty slick body draped across him, totally spent and sated. It was the first time he had ever seen her totally relaxed. Previously, even in sleep she had always been coiled tight. Ready to pounce. But now, as she lay exhausted in his arms, she was at peace. He supposed that she hadn't felt that since she was dead. He had told her once, not so long ago, that if there was anything he could do for her he would do it. And it was clear now what she needed more than anything.

He wrapped his arms tight around her. one snaked around her back and up to the back of her neck. Slowly so he didn't disturb her rest, he drew her hair back, exposing the skin. he kissed her gently, telling her how he loved her so. She tilted her had slightly, giving him better access as his fangs sank slowly into her flesh. And she never flinched.

~FIN~


More Authors notes --- I didn't set out to have Spike kill poor Buffster at the end, but it just seemed like the right thing to do....don't hate me .....ok??