Riley sat down in the corner chair of his room, looking down at his hands as he rubbed them together.  “I should have known. I should have been able to look at you an-and just known.”

Buffy slowly raised her eyes, the corners of her mouth turning down in a slight frown. With a quivering voice, she asked, “You slept with her?”

“No! I slept with you.  I slept with you, Buffy,” he said pleadingly. “Man, would I like to get my hands on her!  Not in a sex way.” His hands fisted in frustration.

Buffy just looked at Riley, his eyes wide and pleading, as Buffy’s mind was whirling with thought.  ‘God, he slept with her!  How could he not know there was something wrong?  He couldn’t even tell I wasn’t me.  How could he betray me like that?’  Buffy caught just the end of what Riley was saying.  She heard the word sex and it made her skin crawl.  ‘Not only was I violated by Faith, but I feel like I was violated by my own boyfriend.’

With her hands at her sides, she looked him straight in the eyes, “She’s not coming back.” She began to turn around, and said over her shoulder with a hurt look in her eye, “And neither am I.”

As Buffy began walking towards the stairs she could hear Riley calling after her.  “Buffy, wait!  What do you mean?”

He caught up to her and reached for her arm, stopping her as she began to descend the stairs. 

Buffy raised her arm, trying to pull her arm from his grasp.  “Let go of me.” She said through gritted teeth.  She looked at him with daggers in her eyes.

“I don’t understand, Buffy.  What did I do?  Why are you leaving?”  He pleaded.

“You want to know why?  You slept with her!  You couldn’t even tell it wasn’t me inside,” she jerked her arm free, “You couldn’t even tell.”  She shook her head in disappointment with that final statement and went down the stairs.  She stopped when she reached midway and turned her head to look up at him. “I can’t be with you right now.” She raised her hands in disgust while slowly shaking her head, “I can’t even be near you.” 

Riley watched in shock as Buffy walked down the stairs and out the door.  His mouth opened and closed as if to say something, and his mind screamed for Buffy to stop, but no sound came out.

~+~

Buffy stared at the floor as she walked back to her dorm.  She barely noticed the people who passed or the sun setting around her.  She came upon a bench and just sat.  Not looking at anyone, not paying attention to what was going on.  Her mind was blank, a brief thought flitting here and there.

‘He slept with her… but it was kinda me,’ she tried to rationalize, ‘What else did Faith do with my body?  God!  She could have done it with a whole biker bar and I wouldn’t even know it.’  She wrapped her arms around herself and felt a slight chill as the sun set.  ‘Well maybe I would know it cause I’d be all sore and stuff… Why am I even thinking about this?’

Buffy finally noticed the lack of sunlight & slowly stood.   She made her way to her dorm room, thinking that maybe a night of patrolling would help keep her mind off the ‘body switch’.  That’s what she and everyone else started to refer to the incident as--the body switch.

Buffy took her keys out of her pocket and unlocked the door.  She stepped past the threshold, tossing her keys on the desk, as she kicked her foot behind her to shut the door. “Hey Wills.”

The red head looked up from her book and sat up in bed. “Buffy, your back. Did you go patrolling?” Buffy shook her head no.  “I was beginning to wonder where you were.”  Willow noticed the glassy look in Buffy’s eyes and knew something was wrong.  She patted the empty spot next to her on the bed, “Come talk to me.  You have the talk face on.”

Buffy sighed and sat next to Willow, kicking off her shoes.  “Am I that readable?”  Willow nodded her head yes. Buffy chuckled, but it sounded forced. “He slept with her…”

“He slept with who? And which ‘he’ are we talking about?”

Buffy looked Willow in the eye and muttered, “Riley.”

“Oh,” she said, the realization of what Buffy was saying sinking in, “Oh! Oh, no… I’m so sorry, Buffy.  That hussy!  How dare she do that with your body!”  She wrapped her arm around Buffy’s shoulder and gave it a little squeeze. “It’ll be okay.  Riley didn’t know about the switch.  It’ll be alright now.”

Buffy’s shoulders slumped as she fought back a tear.  “I broke up with him.”

“Huh?”  That was something the red headed didn’t expect to hear.

“Willow, he didn’t even know it wasn’t really me inside.  He couldn’t tell there was something wrong with me. God, Tara knew I wasn’t really me and we’d never even met!  I feel like I was violated.  Not just by Faith, but by Riley.”  Buffy stood and began changing into her nightshirt. “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t really know me--who can’t tell who I really am.” She pulled the sheets back on her bed and climbed in, “I feel like I was raped.  Someone had sex with my body and I wasn’t there to stop it.”  She blinked back the tears, but one escaped.  Taking the back of her hand, she wiped it away with a sniffle

Willow sat there not knowing what to say. “Buffy… we’re here for you.  All of us. Xander, me, Giles.  Even Anya, I think.” She scrunched up her nose at the thought of Anya trying to console Buffy.

Buffy let out a small laugh at the whole “Anya consoling” idea.  Groping around her bed, she looked for the one thing that always brought her comfort.  Not finding the small lump of plush pink, she frantically moved her sheets around until she found Mr. Gordo under the covers.

Clutching Mr. Gordo to her chest, she curled up in bed and pulled the sheets to her chin.  “Good night, Willow.”

Willow crawled under her blankets, leaned on her side, and shut off the lamp. “Good night, Buffy.  Sweet dreams.”

~+~

‘God, she’s so close.  She smells so good, like vanilla.’  His hand gripped the beer bottle tighter, as Buffy put her hand on his chest and brought her face close to his.

“I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of,” her hand slowly made its way down his torso as she spoke, “I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't? Because it's wrong.”  Her hand came to rest upon the evident bulge in his black, denim pants.  Spike grit his teeth, trying his best not to make a sound.  With a wicked glint in her eye and a sly smile, Buffy gently squeezed Spike, rubbing her hand slowly up and down the bulge in his pants.

Spike groaned, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Proving my point.”  She leaned in slowly tracing his bottom lip with her tongue, taking it between her lips and nibbling gently.

Forgetting about the beer bottle in his hand, he dropped it and grabbed Buffy by her shoulders, spinning her around to lean her against the column that he was just against.  He pressed his body against hers and ground his pelvis against her, making her lips part in a gasp.  “And what point might that be, pet?”  His right hand trailed its way up her neck and wound in her hair, his cold lips placing kisses along her neck, gently nibbling here and there.

Buffy gasped at the feel of his teeth grazing her skin. “That you want me just as much as I want you.”  She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it on her breast, a moan escaping her lips.

Spike looked at her, his eyes glazed with lust. “I knew you wanted me, Slayer.  I can smell it whenever you’re near me.”  Spike smashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, moaning into her mouth. 

Buffy’s hands clutched at his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to her.  Spike began thrusting his hips against Buffy’s, rubbing his erection against the apex of her thighs, and bringing her shocks of pleasurable sensations.  Buffy rocked her hips in time with his, whimpering his name, “Spike,” her voice got louder as she called his name, “Spike!”

‘I love hearing her call my name,’ he thought as he felt his release near.

A loud knock startled Spike as he awoke.  He raised his head to see the evidence of his lustful dream.  “Bloody hell!”  He draped his arm over his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.  I’ll be right there.”

Grumbling, he climbed out of bed and searched for a pair of jeans to toss on.  Finding a pair, he slipped them on, all too aware of how tight they currently felt.  He climbed the steps to the main level of his crypt and strode to the door bare-chested.  “Always when it gets to the good part too,” he said as he opened the door.

“What always happens at the good part?”  It was Clem, Spike’s loose-skinned demon friend.

“Hey, Clem,” Spiked turned and sat in his favorite chair in front of the telly.  Picking up a pack of cigarettes off the arm of the chair, he popped one into his mouth, lighting it.  “What can I do for you?”

“I came by to see if you heard the news.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at him in question, releasing his lung full of smoke, “What news?”

“The Slayer,” Clem began, but was quickly interrupted by Spike.

“What about the Slayer?  Is she okay?  Anything ‘appen to her?” 

If Clem didn’t know any better, he could swear he heard a tone of worry in Spike’s voice.  ‘Spike worried about the Slayer?  This could be interesting!’ “Well, rumor has it that she wasn’t herself lately.  That- that Faith chick switched bodies with her.”  Clem walked over to the fridge, hoping to find something edible to snack on.

“Faith?  I thought that loony bint was in a coma?”

“Well, she woke up,” Clem waved his hands in the air, “Did some magic thingy and poof!  She was walking around as Buffy.”

Spike took a drag off his cigarette before putting it out. ‘It makes sense now.  She was acting a bit odd.  Not like her usual beat me up self.’  He exhaled.  “So, you’re telling me that the Slayer isn’t really the Slayer and that the real Buffy is God only knows where?”

Clem shook his head smiling, his fleshy ears flopping about. “Oh, she’s okay now.  They say the witch helped her out.  She’s normal again, as far as I know.”

With his hands on the armrest of the chair, Spike pushed himself up, “Right then. I just wouldn’t feel right killing the Slayer if she wasn’t herself.” ‘Or kissing her for that matter.’  He reached for an old black t-shirt that was lying on the floor and put it on.  “I just need to get the bleedin’ chip out of my head.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right,” Clem reached into his pocket and took out a piece of paper, handing it to Spike, “Here is that info you wanted.  Name and address of that Kitty girl in Bayville.”

Spike took the paper, reading the scrawled writing. ‘Xavier Institute,’ he thought to himself, ‘Sounds like a school for rich spoiled brats.’  “Clem, you stay here.  I’m going to go do something about this chip.”  Spike went to the lower lever of the crypt, tossed a few things into a bag, and was out the door.  

As he drove off in his Desoto, Spike let out a laugh, “She’s never goin’ to know what hit her.”

~+~

 Buffy turned to answer Willow’s question when she saw a vampire lunge out from behind a tree. “Willow, duck!”

Buffy pushed Willow to the ground, staking the vamp effortlessly.  She reached out her hand to help Willow up, dusting the powdered vampire from the red head’s shoulder.

“That one seemed easy,” Willow coughed slightly.

“He was way, wicked obvious with the lurking,” Buffy took Willow’s arm in hers and continued walking down the path, “So, where were we?”

Willow scrunched up her nose in thought, “Oh, yeah.” Her face was no longer marred by deep thought, “Giles saying you should speak to a counselor or something.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, “He thinks I need to talk about what happened.  I so am not telling a stranger my freaky life.  I’ll deal.”  Buffy’s eyes were watching her feet as they casually walked about the campus greens, like it was something a normal person would do at 1 AM.

“Maybe you can try calling one of those rape hotlines,” Willow offered.  ‘She needs to talk this out with someone…  At least she’s talking to me.’

“Rape?  Oh, god… I really don’t want to know what she did with my body.  What if she had me make out with a demon?  Or with Spike!”  Buffy stopped dead in her tracks at the thought. ‘Naked Spike.  Naked Spike with his head between my thighs. I wonder what he does look like naked.’  “Oh, god,” Buffy shook her head, “I so should not be thinking about this.”

Willow put her hand on Buffy’s arm, “Its okay, Buffy.  Spike would never have done that.  He’d so know he’d get staked if we found out.  Chip or no chip.”

“I wonder where he is,” Buffy rolled the stake between her hands as she and Willow continued walking towards Stevenson Hall, “I haven’t seen him around for a while.”

As they approached the steps to the dorm, Buffy stopped.  “Hey, Wills?  I think I’m gonna go patrol some more.  I’m not tired yet.” ‘Maybe go see if I can find a certain vampire.’

Willow stopped on the steps and nodded her head. “Okay, Buffy.  Be careful, and don’t stay out too late.”  She made her way inside the building, looking forward to her soft pillow and knowing Buffy could take care of herself.

~+~

Buffy walked through the cemetery, trying to keep her wits about her, but she kept drifting off in thought. ‘So, big deal if she had my body.  Big deal she did it with my boyfriend… ex-boyfriend.  Big deal if she got me all groiny with Spike.  I have no proof she did that… but-but she could have.’  She stopped. A small smile formed on her lips, ‘Groiny with Spike...’ She shook her head and continued patrolling about the cemetery. “I should not be thinking those things.  He’s bad—evil, even.”  Not aware of where her feet were taking her, she continued walking.  Before she knew it, she was standing in front of Spike’s crypt. “Stupid subconscious,” she mumbled.

Without further thinking, Buffy opened the door to the crypt and stepped in.  “Spike!  Are you here?”

Clem jerked awake from his slumber, as he slept in the only cushy looking piece of furniture in the place. “What?  Huh?”  He rubbed the sleep from his eyes.  Stretching his arms over his head, he yawned, “That you, Spike?  Did it work?”  Clem looked over his shoulder to see the Slayer standing there with her eyes wide in shock.

“Did what work?”  Buffy marched over to Clem and grabbed him by the arm out of the chair. “Clem, where is Spike?”

“Ow, Buffy, you’re pinching my skin.”  Buffy let go of his arm and he rubbed the spot where a small bruise would eventually form.

“Clem, you’re a nice demon.  I don’t want to hurt you.  Just tell me where Spike is and what he’s up to.”

“He, uh… um.  He’s not here,” his hand reached behind his ear and scratched. 

“What do you mean he’s not here?  Where did he go?”

Clem looked at Buffy sheepishly, “It’s really not my place to say, but he should be back soon.” He began counting the days that Spike had been gone on his fingers. “Yup, any day now.”

Buffy let out something that sounded like a growl of frustration.  “Whatever.  When you see him, tell him…” ‘Tell him I want to see his head between my thighs.’  She felt a familiar ache between her legs. ‘What? No, I did not just think that.’ “Tell him I was looking for him.”

Buffy turned and left the crypt at a jog, trying to force herself to forgot about the not-so-clean thoughts she was beginning to have for Spike.  With her head slightly bowed, she began forcing her muscles to move at faster pace, her mind reeling from the realization that sexual thoughts of Spike gave her moist, tingly feelings of the adult kind.  Buffy raised her head just in time to see a familiar black clad figure in her path, as she collided with it.

~+~

Spike saw the Slayer running through the cemetery, and he raised a scarred eyebrow when he realized where she was running from.  ‘This could be interesting.’  He took one, last drag from his cigarette, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it out beneath his boot.   He looked up just in time to see Buffy running straight at him, but not seeing him.  She collided into him and sent him stumbling back, landing dangerously close to a pointed piece of a broken branch that was lying on the grass.

“Bloody hell, Slayer!”  Spike stood back up and began dusting off the dead leaves that were stuck to his pants.  “Will you watch where you’re bloody well going?”  He looked over at Buffy to find her sprawled out on the grass, propping herself up on her elbows.  Her jacket was all askew, bits of leaves and twigs sticking out of her hair, and her eyes were wide in shock.

Spike looked at Buffy and followed her gaze.  His hand has dusting off the crotch of his jeans and she was staring at it.  Spike’s hands stilled.  He glanced at Buffy, his head tilting with a cocky grin on his face. “Like what you see, love?”  His hand slowly began stroking the fabric against his length.

Seeing his hand move snapped Buffy out of her trance-like state.  She jumped up with a look of disgust on her face.  “God, you disgust me, Spike!”

 “You know you liked it,” he said, as he moved to walk past her, his hands fishing in his duster pockets looking for a cigarette.

Buffy spun around and grabbed him by the shoulder.  She turned him around so quickly, his leather duster billowed out behind him. “Where have you been, Spike?  What are you up to?”

“Who says I’m up to something?”  He said as he shrugged her hand off his shoulder, trying to find that cigarette in his pocket.  Flicking open his Zippo lighter, he lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag, and exhaled a small cloud of smoke in her direction.

Buffy waved her hand in front of her face to clear away the smoke, as she coughed.  “I know you’re up to something. Now tell me.”

Taking the cigarette from his lips, Spike flicked it off into the grass.  He chuckled as he exhaled a small puff of smoke.  Glancing at Buffy, he raised his scarred eyebrow and looked her up and down.  She could feel her body flush from his gaze. “No.”  He flashed Buffy his patented cocky grin and stared her in the eyes.  Buffy held her gaze with his.

‘God I love it when he does that. Wait... no, I don’t.  I don’t like it when he practically undresses me with his eyes. I don’t like his eyes no matter how blue they may be. Don’t like the way his head tilts when he looks at me.  I don’t like him.  He’s evil, bad.  I’m the Slayer and he’s a vampire.  I don’t want him.  I don’t want… Who am I kidding?’ Without really thinking, Buffy’s fist flew through the air and connected with Spike’s jaw.  The sucker punch caught Spike off guard.  He stood bent over, holding his jaw. “Bloody hell, Slayer!  What was that for?”

“Tell me where you were,” she said, as she raised her fists, preparing for her next punch.

“It’s none of your bleeding business.”

“I think it is!”  Buffy swung at Spike, aiming for another face shot.  Spike had anticipated her move and caught her fist in his hand, blocking the punch.  He squeezed her fist with enough pressure for her to feel some discomfort.  Buffy swung with her left fist and he blocked that one as well. He gripped her forearm and twisted it at an odd angle.

“You want to know so badly?”  His grip on her hand tightened and Buffy gasped at the pain.  She looked at his hand holding her fist and then into his eyes.  Buffy’s eyes went wide with shock as she realized his chip wasn’t working.  ‘What?  How?  The chip isn’t working.’  He was causing her pain and nothing was happening to him.

Spike could practically hear the wheels in Buffy’s head turning, putting two and two together.  He shoved her away from him knocking her down to the ground.  Buffy shook her right hand, flexing her fingers to make sure nothing was broken.

“How did you do it?  The chip?”

Spike took a step back, keeping his eyes on Buffy. He laughed.  “Funny you should ask.  I went to see a Kitty ‘bout getting it out.”

Buffy looked at him, not understanding what the hell he was saying.  Spike took another cigarette out and lit it.  He looked at her and began to pace back and forth a few steps.

“It’s quite an interesting story?  Want to hear?”  It was meant to be a rhetorical question, but Buffy answered it anyways.

“Why don’t you enlighten me, Spike?” She said as she got herself to her feet.

“Sure, you know all about the demons and the vampires.  Fighting evil and all that rot.  Not even aware of what’s happenin’ out there.” He took a step and was standing almost in front of her. “Evolution.  The average human is changing--normal people having powers and special abilities.” He took a drag off his cigarette. “Found a girl who could walk straight through things.  She called it phasing.  Told her my story.”  He shrugged and began pacing again.  Buffy just stood there listening and staring at him.   “Not quite a man, but not able to be the monster.  So I thought I’d take one back.”

Buffy’s mouth opened to say something, but no words came out. 

He looked at her and laughed.  “It was real easy, too.”  He stood in front of her and waved his hand in front of her face.  “Her hand just passed straight through and the chip was gone. Just like that,” He snapped his fingers for emphasis.  He kept his face in front of hers.  Close enough to feel her warm breath.

Buffy stood there in shock.  ‘He has no chip now. I have no reason not to dust him.  He’ll kill again.  He’s evil. He’s… he’s… he’s going to drive me crazy.’  Her eyes gazed from his eyes to his check bones and settled on his lips.  She licked her own.  “So, what happens now?  You go back to killing and I have to kill you?”

Spike stifled a groan as he watched her pink tongue dart out to moisten her lips.  He felt his pants tighten due to the bulge beginning to form.  He leaned back, placed his hands on his belt, and shifted slightly as he said, “You hit me, I hit you, and we have that confrontation I promised you.”  He curled his tongue over his teeth with smirk on his face.

Buffy tried to keep a straight face.  She noticed him shift his belt and it brought back a memory.  A guy friend of hers once said that when a guy shifts his belt, it’s usually because he’s checking out a hot chick and needs to give himself some room to grow.  She took the chance and glanced quickly down at the crotch of his black jeans.  ‘Bulge…obvious bulge.  Oh, that’s a bulge for me?  I wonder if he really is “the big bad” like he says he is.’  But Spike caught her attention when he said confrontation.  She looked at him puzzled. “Confrontation?  What confrontation?”

“Oi, that’s right.  It wasn’t you that night in the Bronze.”

Buffy took a half-step back.  Flashbacks of fighting Faith and being trapped in her body passed though her mind.  Being locked up by the Watcher’s Council, fighting Faith in her body, finding out Riley slept with Faith in her body.  Her shoulders slumped slightly.  Spike saw the glint that was in her eyes fade.  She glanced down and turned her face from Spike.  She was trying with all her might not to let the tears fall.

‘This whole body switch really has done a number on her, hasn’t it? I wonder what happened.’ Spike approached the Slayer and gently raised her chin with his hand.  He looked her in the eyes, cerulean blue gazing into hazel.

She looked at him, her bottom lip quivering ever so slightly.  “You couldn’t tell it wasn’t me either.”  She sounded hurt; defeated almost.  “Apparently no one could tell except for a total stranger.”  The anger Buffy had felt earlier was gone.  She felt tired.  She felt alone, though she knew she wasn’t.

Spike took her hand and began leading her back to his crypt.  She didn’t put up a fight.  Spike knew she needed to talk and he was going to listen.  The Slayer was no fun when she seemed broken.

Clem looked really surprised to see Spike holding Buffy’s hand when the entered the crypt.  He smiled to himself. ‘This will be good… for the both of them.’  “Spike, you’re back.  Everything go okay?” 

Spike nodded his head slightly, “Yeah, Clem.  Everything went well.”

Clem gathered what few things he had there and headed for the door.  “I’ll just leave you two alone.  I’ll call ya later, Spike.”  Clem left, hoping the two wouldn’t kill each other.

Buffy looked from Spike to his hand holding hers.   Spike followed her gaze and quickly let go of her hand, immediately regretting the loss of the warmth.

~+~

Buffy’s eyes glanced about the crypt, not really focusing on any one thing in particular.  She held her hand to her chest--the hand Spike had just been holding only moments ago. She tilted her head and looked at Spike, her golden blonde hair cascading over her shoulder.  “Um, Spike?  How is Clem going to call you when you have no phone?”

He turned and looked at her.  They both started to laugh.  Spike reached his hand out and plucked a brown leaf from Buffy’s hair.  “Honestly don’t know, pet.  He says it ever time he leaves.”

Buffy watched him as he took his leather duster off and tossed it on the cushy chair.  ‘Oh, boy… Why am I here?’  Her eyes followed him as he went to the fridge.   ‘He really has a nice ass.’  She smiled to herself.

Spike rummaged through the fridge, knowing Buffy was watching him.  “You want something to drink?  Don’t got much, though.  Blood and beer,” he said over his shoulder.

‘Blood, ewww. Beer, bad.’  “I’m okay, but thanks for asking.”  ‘He can be real nice when he wants to be.’  Buffy walked over and sat on the closest sarcophagus, her heels lightly tapping the side as she swayed her feet.  She took her jacket off and laid it aside.   Spike took a swig of his beer and sat next to her.

“So, are you going to kill again?” Buffy asked, not looking at him. ‘Please say no.  Say no.’

“Don’t know yet, love.  Thought I was, but now I’m not sure.  I think I might be over the whole maiming and blood shed scene.

Buffy glanced at him with her eyebrows raised and a look of disbelief on her face.  “William the Bloody is over the blood shed?  I thought I’d never hear you say that.”

Spike took a swig from his beer bottle.  He chuckled, “It’s been a while.  Truth be told, Slayer, I’ve kinda enjoyed helping you out more than the whole running a railroad spike through my victims thing.” 

Buffy was about to say something when Spike raised his hand and interrupted her.  “Tell a soul I said that and I will deny it.  Every last word.”

Buffy shook her head in disbelief.  She stared down at her shoes swaying back and forth, while Spike took another gulp of beer.  “So, you heard about what happened?” She mumbled.

“Yeah.  I knew something was off, but couldn’t figure it out.  Knew you weren’t right just by what you said.”  Spike felt nervous for some reason, his fingers pulling away at the label on the bottle as he spoke.

“What did I say?  More like, what did she say? ‘Cause I wasn’t anywhere near my body.”

Spike’s head tilted up slightly in thought.  “You sure you want to know, pet?”

‘Oh, God! Oh, no… what did she say to him?  I don’t know if I want to know now.  What if we really did do something groin- like?  I want to remember that experience.’  She sighed, “Yeah, I wanna know.”

“Not gonna hit me, are you?  ‘Cause I was a complete gentleman.  Didn’t do a thing to you.”

Buffy laughed.  “I won’t hit you unless you give me reason to.” ‘Or unless you ask me too.’

“We bumped into each other at the bronze.  A few words were exchanged, but nothing fancy at first.  It wasn’t ‘til after she said her big speech that I realized there was something wrong.”

“What did she say?”

“I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of.  I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more. And you know why I don't? Because it's wrong." The memory of Faith in Buffy’s body, pressed up close as she said it all, was making him hard all over again. And then he remembered his dream.  The dream where everything went a step further.  More was said and a whole lot more was done.   Spike’s black denim pants were now almost painfully tight against his erection.  He casually tried to rest his hand between his legs with the beer bottle, hoping Buffy wouldn’t notice.  “Words like those are hard to forget, pet.  Especially when I thought it was you saying them.”

Buffy felt her cheeks flush when Spike repeated Faith’s words.  The sound of his voice caused her to feel liquid heat pool between her thighs and an ache she longed to have taken care of.    Buffy took a deep breath.  She crossed her legs hoping to relieve some of the ache between her thighs.  She heard Spike inhale deeply. ‘He knows.  He’s a vampire.  He can smell things like that.  He can smell how aroused I am.  I’m a goner.’  “So, nothing happened between you and me?”  She tried to sound casual.

A smiled spread across his lips and he laughed quietly.  “No, Slayer.  Nothing happened.  I knew you weren’t right… I wouldn’t take advantage of you that way.  Besides, your friends would kill me right and proper if I did.”

At his words, Buffy’s eyes became watery with unshed tears.  She hung her head, hiding behind a curtain of blonde hair.  “Thank you,” she whispered.

Spike sensed the waves of emotion rolling off of Buffy.  For a moment he could have sworn she was aroused by him as he repeated Faith’s words, but now she seemed on the verge of tears. ‘What on earth is going on with this chit?’

“Is everything okay, Buffy?  Did Faith do something with your body?”  At the thought of Faith abusing Buffy’s body, his blood began to burn with anger.  The thought of Faith using Buffy’s body to whore about town made him want to find her and bleed her dry.

Buffy turned her head to look at him.  A single tear escaped and glided down her cheek.  Spike reached out, cupping her cheek in his hand, and wiped the tear away with the pad of his thumb. Buffy sighed at his touch.  They both could feel the sexual tension in the air.  Buffy leaned her cheek into Spike’s hand, ‘His hand is so soft,’ Buffy’s lips parted ever so slightly.

“What happened, Buffy?”  He looked into her eyes with such concern, that Buffy believed he actually was concerned.  Spike moved his hand from her face and went back to peeling the label off his now luke-warm beer. 

‘Snap out of it, Buffy.  He doesn’t want you that way,’ she thought, trying to convince herself it wasn’t because of Faith defiling her body.  “It was Riley…”

At the mention of Captain Cardboard’s name, Spike gritted his teeth.  He had always hated the bugger from the moment he laid eyes on him.  Not just because of the chip, but because he knew he would hurt Buffy.

Buffy continued with her story, “He slept with Faith.  Well, he slept with me, but it was Faith in my body,” she looked Spike in the eye.  He could see the pain she was feeling and his undead heart felt for her. 

“He couldn’t tell it wasn’t me… that there was something wrong and I wasn’t really there.”  She shrugged.  “He was supposed to be my normal boyfriend, but he wasn’t all that normal.  He said he loved me, but did he really?  How can you love a person and not know when they aren’t even there?”  She reached her hand out and took hold of Spike’s, resting it on his thigh.  “You knew.  Maybe not right away, but you knew.  So, I left him.  Told him I couldn’t be with someone who doesn’t know me.”

Spike took in a sharp, unneeded breath.  The once raging hard on came back in full force.  ‘You’d think I’d never had a pretty girl hold my hand before.  Bloody hell!  I’m such a ponce.’  Spike took her hand and placed it back on her thigh.  He put his beer down on the top of the sarcophagus and stood.  He kept his back to Buffy as he tried to think of something that didn’t involve him acting out his wildest fantasies with her.

Buffy looked at him confused.  She was trying to be nice and friendly, but all of a sudden it seemed as if he didn’t want her touching him or being near him.  She picked up his half-empty beer with one intention in mind.  She raised the bottle to her lips and began to down the rest of the warm beer in one breath.

Spike turned around when he heard Buffy start to swallow.  His hand reached out to grab the bottle out of her hands, but she swatted it away until she finished it.  Spike grabbed the empty bottle from her.  Buffy hopped off the makeshift sitting area and walked to the fridge, grabbing another beer.   Spike followed her and tried to grab the fresh beer from her before she popped the cap off.  Once again she evaded his reach.  She looked him straight in the eye, brought the beer to her lips, tilted her head back, and began to chug.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing, Slayer?”  His hand reached quickly, pulling the beer away from her.  She reluctantly let him take it from her.  She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“What does it look like I’m doing?  I’m trying to drink myself into a stupor.”  She just went back into the fridge and took out another beer, popped the top, and started drinking as she walked away from him.

‘What the hell has gottin’ into her?’  Spike caught up to her and stood in front of her. “Drinking will not make things go away.”

Buffy looked at him defiantly and chugged the rest of the bottle in front of him.  When she was done, she handed him the empty bottle.  “At least it will help me forget for a while.”  She went over and sat in Spike’s favorite chair in front of his little T.V.  She covered her face in with her hands, willing herself not to cry.  ‘Be strong, Buffy. No more tears.  You’ve cried enough in your lifetime.’  She felt him in front of her.  ‘Oh, god, I’m such a loser.  I’m falling apart in front of Spike.  I’m practically in tears and he’s being all nice to me.  I don’t know if I should hit him or kiss him.”

 Spike squatted down in front Buffy, not sure what to do.  He took Buffy’s hands away from her face and saw her eyes brimming with tears.  Spike tucked a lock of her golden hair behind her ear.  “It’s goin’ to be alright.”  He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her.  Buffy slid off the cushy chair and was kneeling on the floor with Spike.  Buffy pressed her face into his shoulder and began to cry.  Spike just held her. One hand rubbing small circles down her back, the other cradling her head as the tears soaked through his shirt. He whispered calming words to her and rocked her gently as the flow of tears slowed. 

Buffy sighed into his shoulder.  ‘His arms feel so good wrapped around me.  He even smells amazing.’   Buffy leaned back and began wiping her face with her hands as she sniffled.  “God, I’m sorry, Spike,” she forced a small laugh, “I can’t believe I fell apart like that.” She ran her hand through her hair, “I must look like a wreck.”  She ran the back of her hand under her nose, hoping she didn’t have snot running from it.

Spike took her hands in his.  “It’s okay, Buffy,” he cupped her cheek with his hand, “I won’t tell anyone.  You look beautiful to me.”  She looked him in the eye and he had that sexy smirk on his face and that glint in his eye.  She couldn’t help but smile and let out a little chuckle.  Spike’s thumb brushed across her cheek in a soft caress.

Buffy leaned her cheek into the palm of his hand once again.  Only this time she did what she wanted to do before, and prayed he wouldn’t move away.  She looked him in the eye and smiled slightly.  He smiled back a genuine smile.  Buffy turned her head and pressed her lips in a kiss on the palm of Spike’s hand. 

Spike gasped when he felt her lips press against the palm of his hand.  He groaned out loud as he felt her tongue sweep across to taste his skin.  His jeans felt like they were cutting off whatever blood flow he might have, the fabric straining against his hard cock. 

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, Slayer,” he muttered, his voice gravelly with lust.  He moved his hand so that it was now threaded through her hair and molded around the back of her head.  They were already so close together.  Her body radiating heat made him feel warmth in the air.  They both were leaning in towards each other.  Buffy’s eyes were focused on Spike’s lips.  She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue in anticipation. 

Spike’s lips were inches away when he stopped.  He shook his head slowly.  “You’re upset.  I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage you.”

Buffy looked him straight in the eye and reached out, wrapping her hand around the back his neck. “You’re not.  I’m taking advantage of you.”  With that, said she brought her lips down on his.  Her hand held his head firmly in place when he tried to pull back in shock.

The kiss started out almost bruising; Buffy pressing her lips to Spike’s harshly.  He gave in a lot more quickly than she had anticipated.  Their lips moved against each other, fighting for dominance.  Buffy pulled back for a moment to take a breath.  Her breathing was heavy.

“Are you sure about this, Buffy?”  Before she could even answer, he was kissing her again.  Not like in the beginning.  They were soft, sensuous kisses.  He leaned into her, lowering her to the ground and she went more than willingly.  She moaned in pleasure when he laid his body over hers.  He was bracing himself on his forearms, afraid of putting his body weight on her.   He teased her lower lip with his tongue, begging entrance.  She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue in her mouth, swirling it around hers.  She tasted of beer and something else.  A taste that was purely Buffy.

Buffy’s hands roamed over Spike’s back.  She reached for the bottom of his shirt and began tugging at it to un-tuck it from his pants.  ‘He feels so amazing.  His lips… must feel more.’  Her hands found their way under his shirt and she raked her nails gently down his back.  He moaned, pressing his hard on against her thigh.  Instinctively, she parted her legs so that Spike could press against her in every way.  He positioned himself between her legs, both of them grinding their clothes-covered pelvises together.

“’Cor, Buffy,” he began, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, “so beautiful.”  He licked and nibbled over her pulse point.  Buffy angled her head to the side giving him better access.  He bit her gently with his blunt teeth.  Buffy gasped.  She could feel herself soak with moisture between her thighs.  She grabbed the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin on her.  He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head.  Buffy just stared. 

‘Better than a Greek god,’ she thought.  She sat up and scattered kisses across his chest.  Her fingers found his nipples and circled them gently.  She leaned over and began to trace moist circles around his left nipple while her fingers still teased his right.  She switched between flicking his nipple with her tongue and suckling it.  She knew he liked to mix pain with pleasure.  His relationship with Drusilla was proof of that.  She bit his nipple and rolled it gently between her teeth.  She got the reaction she was hoping for.  Spike hissed with pleasure.  Buffy proceeded to do the same to his other nipple.

Spike thought he was going to lose control when she bit him.  ‘Must make this last.’  Buffy leaned back a bit and looked up at him.  Her eyes were glazed over with lust.  She reached for the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.  She wore no bra and her bare breasts were exposed to Spike’s greedy eyes.  He looked at her like he was a starving man finally given food.

Buffy reached for him and pulled him down on top of her.  She kissed him deeply, their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths.  Buffy rubbed her breasts against Spike’s chest, while gently thrusting her pelvis against his.  Her nipples were hard from the excitement and his cold flesh.

Spike placed his hand on Buffy’s hip to still her movements.  “Keep moving like that, love, and I’ll likely make a mess of things.”  His voice has low and full of lust.  Buffy whimpered and bit her lower lip.  He dipped his head and placed a chaste kiss upon her lips and then moved to get up.

Buffy reached for him as he stood and he took a step back.  Her eyes looked as if she was just hurt in the worst way.  ‘He doesn’t want me.  He’s rejecting me…’  She reached for her shirt, her eyes beginning to water.  When she found her shirt she went to cover her breasts.  Before she could Spike had picked her up and was walking towards the entrance to the lower part of the crypt.  “What are you doing?  Put me down.”

“Not a chance, Slayer.  If this is going to happen it’s going to happen right.  Not on the floor.” He claimed her lips in a kiss.  She wrapped her arms around his neck running her hands though his bleached, blonde hair.  She was too lost in his kiss to figure out how he managed to get down the ladder with her in his arms.

Spike lowered her gently down to the bed.  He lay down next to her and brushed her hair out behind her with his fingers.  “So beautiful,” he said, as he trailed his fingertips down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts.  His eyes gazed over her face and down to her breast.  He kissed her.  She moaned into his mouth as his hand kneaded her left breast, his thumb grazing back and forth over her nipple.

Buffy was lost in the feel of Spike’s hands on her.  “Spike,” she whimpered, as her hands fisted in his bed sheets.  He kissed a trail of kisses from her neck to her breast.  He flicked her nipple with his tongue and she arched her back in response, trying to bring him closer.  Buffy lost track of the time Spike spent worshipping her breasts.

Spike placed a chaste kiss between Buffy’s breasts.  He traced a line down her stomach with his tongue, stopping only to swirl it around her navel before stopping at the top of her jeans.  He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.  The smell of her arousal made his head swim.  He placed his hand on the top button of her pants and looked up at her with questioning eyes.

“Please, Spike,” she said, as she nodded her head.   ‘Make me forget.  Make me feel.  I need you to make me cum so badly.’

He undid the button and unzipped her jeans.  “Raise your hips, pet.”  Buffy lifted her hips off the bed and he tugged her jeans off, and then tossed them to the floor.  Buffy laid out before him in nothing but her pink thong.  Spike took an unnecessary breath to reign in his raging hormones.  More than anything he wanted to tear that pink thong off and fuck her hard and fast.

“Didn’t expect to see you pretty in pink, love.”

Buffy couldn’t help but smile when he said that. ‘He’s making me smile even with all that’s going on.  Riley never tried to make me smile or laugh when we did this kind of stuff together.’  Any thoughts of Riley’s lacking abilities in bed were quickly pushed aside when she felt Spike’s lips pressing their way up the inside of her thigh.  First up one side, and then the next.  He avoided the one spot he knew she needed his mouth the most.

He smiled to himself as he blew a breath of cold air on the moist crotch panties.  Buffy’s hips thrust forward seeking the contact of his mouth.

“Spike?”

“Yes, love?”  He inhaled her musky aroma.

“If you don’t take my panties off right now and eat me out, I’m going to start getting violent.”

Spike grasped the sides of her thong and pulled them down her tanned legs.  “No need for the violence, pet.  We can save that for next time.”  He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Buffy’s laughter caught in her throat as soon as his mouth descended upon her.  His cold tongue traced the outer lips of her pussy and a moan escaped her lips.  With one broad stroke, Spike licked her from the bottom of her core to the top, avoiding her clit on purpose.  Buffy’s hips began to thrust back and forth on Spike’s tongue as he delved inside her, tasting her juices.  Her hands roamed over her chest, pinching her nipples.  Buffy threw her head back and gasped in pleasure.  He could tell she needed to cum and it needed to be soon.  He draped his arm across her hips stilling her movement.  Spike took one last long lick of her cleft and focused on what he knew would have her screaming in orgasm.

Spike began by tracing circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue.  Buffy’s hips lurched off the bed at the contact, causing Spike to tighten his grip on her hips.  ‘Good thing she doesn’t bruise easily.’  He flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed.  Buffy’s head was now turning form side to side, her eyes squeezed shut, as she moaned unintelligible words.  He slid two fingers into her now-drenched opening, moving them in and out… in and out.  He knew she was close to the edge by the way her legs began to shake.  Spike sucked on her clit while is hand move his two fingers back and forth.  He felt her vaginal walls begin to convulse and he grazed his teeth over her clit. 

Buffy’s eyes opened wide, as the waves of her orgasm wracked her body.  “Ahhhha…”  She gripped the back of Spike’s head and held him in place as she rode the last waves of her orgasm, and ground herself on his suckling mouth and fingers.  He thought he was going to cum just from the taste of her.

When Spike felt her hand go slack, he raised his head.  His eyes were heavy lidded and consumed by lust.  He sat back on his knees and licked her cum from his fingers.  “You taste better than anything I have ever known.”

~+~

Buffy pointed to his black jeans, “Off now.”  Spike gladly climbed off the bed and took his pants off.  Buffy’s breath hitched in her chest when she finally saw him in all his naked glory.  Spike crawled back onto the bed, placing stray kisses here and there on Buffy’s body, as he nestled between her thighs.

He kissed her, pouring all of his passion into that one kiss and leaving her breathless.  Buffy tilted her pelvis rubbing her moist center over the head of his cock.  Spike leaned his forehead against hers.

“We don’t have to...”

“But I want to.”  Buffy reached down between their bodies and wrapped her warm hand around the base of his cock.  She stroked his length up and down before he told her to stop.

“Keep doing that and I’ll make a mess.”  He smiled down at her.

She looked him straight in the eyes as she took the head of his cock and teased her moist folds with it.  Her lips parted as she moaned.  She could see the muscles in his jaw flex as he kept his control.  She knew what would make him lose that control he’d been struggling to have a hold over all night.

She positioned the head of his cock at her opening, brought her lips to his ear, and whispered, “I want you buried deep inside me.  I want you to fuck me.”

Spike raised his head and let out a growl as he slid his long shaft into her with one, deep thrust. “So hot… so tight.”  He stilled, buried deep inside her, for a moment to savor the feeling.

Buffy released the breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  She started thrusting her hips first, forcing him to move with her.  Their movements started slow at first.  She kissed his neck; licking and nibbling.   He thrust his hips back and forth pulling out to the tip and then pushing back in.

“Harder, Spike.  Faster. Please.  Make me cum.”  Her voice was all breathy moans.

Spike claimed her lips in a bruising kiss, as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Their bodies came together harder and faster, at a pace that would hurt any normal person if they were not a vampire or the Slayer.

Spike’s hand wound its way down to her clit and he began to circle his thumb over it.  Buffy could feel the tightening sensation between her thighs that meant her orgasm was near.

“I’m going to cum... don’t stop!”  Her grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails biting into his flesh. 

Spike felt her walls contract around him and he was so close to cumming with her.  He thrust in and out a few times.

“Oh god! Buffy…”

Buffy sank her teeth into his shoulder and it caused him to tumble over the edge, his cock spurting cold semen into her womb.  He gritted his teeth and thrust until his orgasm passed.  He collapsed, lying on top off Buffy, his head buried in the crook of her neck and breathing in her unique scent.  He kissed her softly, rested his head on her chest, and lay there.

Buffy lay there with Spike in her arms, running her hands softly up and down his back.  Her fingertips grazed a ticklish spot and Spike flinched.  She smiled to herself.  ‘Note to self.  Spike is ticklish along the side of his ribs.’

Buffy sighed as the events of the night caught up with here.  Her eyelids were getting heavy.  She could feel Spike drifting off in her arms.

“Spike?” She mumbled.

“Huh?”  Spike was barely coherent, but answered her anyways.

“Was this the confrontation you promised me when I wasn’t me?”

Spike didn’t answer her, as he had fallen asleep with his head on her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of her heart.  Buffy kissed the top of his head.

“Goodnight… don’t try and kill me in the morning.”  She yawned and closed her eyes, drifting off into a sound sleep, with a chipless vampire in her arms.