It was that bloody Principals fault.  Wood had taking her out on a date a few nights ago and even though it ended badly, he knew it was something he could not do.  Especially with Giles, Xander and all the S.I.T.'s mucking about. 

And then their was Buffy herself telling him she was not ready for him to leave yet.  What the bloody hell was she ready for? He longed for the days when Buffy found comfort in his crypt, in his arms.  It was so hard being this near to her all the time and not being able to touch her or have her touch him.

The last few days Spike thought Buffy was looking at him more than usual, but he could not really tell.  She turned her head too quickly every time he would try and catch her.  He did not really know how to take it.  He let his ego handle it and decided she wanted him a bit too.  But it was probably just that, ego.

Living in a girly-dorm-like atmosphere didn't help matters.  He was surrounded by sweet young things that probably had never known a man.  Okay, Kennedy didn't want to know a man, and Willow had just known dog-boy and decided that she'd preferred the same sex, but there was plenty other young stuff runnin round the place.  Was
enough to make a bloke crazy mad.  He had taken more cold showers in the last few days than ever before in his life.  Young girls, Lord the things he use to do with young girls.  Stop it Spike, he chided himself, you've got a soul now.

Really it was Buffy he wanted.  Buffy he loved.  Every time he got anywhere near her, he took in her scent and it made him dizzy. He remembered one night last year in particular when she came to his crypt after a hard night killing his fellow vamps. She had used that mouth of hers to perfection and made him scream. He had enjoyed
watching her go down...

He put his head on the basement door, taking in a few deep breaths.  He waited for his body to calm down before he took the last step.  He had to think on other things or go back down.  He took a couple more deep breaths, and after a few moments things settled, so he opened the basement door. 

He found Giles and Andrew in the dinning room going over some paperwork. 

"Good evening, Spike," Andrew said.
 

Spike nodded to Andrew and then to Giles.
 

"So what's all this then."
 

"Just going over some bills for Buffy," Giles answered.
 

"Where's Xander?" asked Spike, trading insults with the carpenter boy would get his mind off of...

"Out with Anya.  I think they went to dinner." Andrew answered. Spike nodded again.  He moved into the living room, which turned out to be a huge mistake, for more reasons than one.  All the S.I.T.'s were sitting round the telly watching Steele Magnolias and eating ice-cream.  Except for Dawn, Willow and Kennedy who used a bowl and spoon, each young girl had an ice-cream cone in their mouths.  Opening their mouths, licking the ice-cream, licking the cones, munching on the toppings.  Every S.I.T., every bloody S.I.T.  Spike wanted to scream.

Must be the work of the first.  Here he was horny beyond belief and they were all sucking on ice-cream cones.  Definitely the first's evil doings.  Had to be. Each in turn looked up at him and greeted him.  Chocolate on the lip here, a wayward sprinkle there, slurping noises everywhere.  Gotta get out of here.  Keep a bit of dignity Spike ole boy, and then he heard, "You want some Spike?" Dawn asked as she lifted her spoon up to her mouth, slurped in some strawberry ice-cream and
continued, "It's delish."

"Aaahhh ohh aahh, no thanks bit," he managed to say.  Gotta get back to the basement, can't take this...

Buffy hung up the phone and came over by Spike. Her vanilla ice-cream cone was dripping so she licked the cone and some fingers and said, "Evening Spike. Darn my cones got all squishy."

Not mine. I give up, gotta get outta this room!

"Aaahhh evening, pet."  Thank you, I got that out in a regular voice. Buffy looked at him and said, "You okay Spike, you got a funny look on your face..."

"Me, no fine, just fine.  I err forgot something downstairs, I'll err be back err."

"Okay," Buffy answered.

He managed to get down the stairs, he flung himself onto the cot.  He couldn't stand it anymore.  He wanted her so much and just did not know how to start, how to tell.  Things were so much easier when I was evil.

He heard the basement door open.  Bloody hell!

He heard footsteps on the stairs, he sat up.  He sniffed the air. 

Maybe I should just stake myself.  It was Buffy.

She stood before him at the cot. "Spike you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Steele Magnolias not your cup of tea?" she said smiling.

"You might say that.  It's just err safer down here."

Then he realized she had an ice-cream cone in her hand.  She saw him looking and she said, "Yeah got me a new one, other was all melty.  Needed a solid cone."

Oh God.

"You want some?" she asked.

Oh God.

She knelt down in from of him and said, "Come on Spike you look like you want to take a lick. What, cones not manly enough for ya?"

Please God.

"I know that you prefer chocolate, but vanilla is all that we had left. The S.I.T.'s just swallow everything whole before anyone else gets a chance. We could share."

Help.

He opened his mouth to speak and Buffy pushed the cone towards him.  He tried to turn away and ice-cream smeared across part of his mouth and cheek.  "Oh, I'm sorry," Buffy said.

She lifted the napkin in her hand towards his face and then crumpled it up and threw it on the floor.  She put her face to his and licked the ice-cream off his cheek.  Spike moaned aloud.

She lifted her face and looked into his eyes, then put her mouth on his and licked the ice-cream from his lips.

He grabbed her and took her in his arms, pressing her still kneeling body into him.  He kissed her deeply and then traced kisses from her mouth to her throat.  He kissed and nibbled her neck.  He opened a couple of buttons on her blouse and kissed in between her breasts.  Buffy dropped the ice-cream cone and they both looked down at the
melting mess on the floor.

"Oh," Buffy said looking back at him, "Now what can I lick?"

Spike growled and ripped her blouse open.  She tugged and pulled at his. Then they pressed their naked chests to each other.  Spike froze a moment as he heard movement from upstairs.  His face was lifted to the ceiling and Buffy said, "Don't worry, I locked the door behind me and I told everyone that you and I were gonna work on some new fight moves."

Spike raised his eyebrow, "Fight moves?"

"Hey you come up with a better plan when you are so horny you could...oohhh."

He pressed her chest against his again and kissed her neck, then stood them both up and undid her jeans and then his own.  She asked him to sit again.  He did, and she knelt again.  She took his hardness into one hand and licked.  Spike's head reeled.  He watched as she played, teased and licked, getting him harder and harder with every flick of her tongue.  Then she put her whole mouth over him and sucked.  He growled, and spoke her name.  The pressure built and built and built as Buffy's mouth worked over him. When he exploded into her mouth, she took it all.

Spike laid back on the cot and Buffy came up next to him. 

Then he stood up and banged on the wall and then he rattled the stair case and then he said, "Easy slayer it`s only practice!  Hey watch the nose!"

Buffy understood what he was doing and she got up and hit the basement poll and said, "Take that you evil vampire."

Then they fell on the cot together, almost destroying it in the process, and laughed as quietly as they could.

Spike took her in arms and began to kiss her all over, taking her breasts in and out of his mouth and tracing kisses everywhere.  He put his hands on her thighs and gently parted her legs.  Then put his head down between her legs and flicked his tongue over her.  Buffy gasped and said, "Hey you, evil vampire, just what do you think you are doing down there?"

"Getting my licks in!"

Buffy moaned as Spike deftly gave her as good as he had gotten.

Anya and Xander came in and greeted everyone.  The S.I.T.'s where now watching  Bring It On.  Andrew waived to them from his spot near Dawn on the couch. Willow and Kennedy where holding hands.

Xander led Anya into the dinning room. Giles sat there with a damp wash cloth over his forehead.

Two S.I.T.'s ran past them into the kitchen yelling, "Keep it on pause, we need more pop corn."

"We'll just rewind it...hurry!"

"I think I can honestly say that I would rather be fighting the so called Ubervamp than be here."

Xander laughed, "Hey Giles, like you said, we all needed a night off before we got burnt out."

"Would I have cut my tongue out before I uttered that suggestion."Xander was still laughing, "Where's Buffy."

"She and Spike are in the basement working out some new fight moves."

Xander and Anya both said together, "Ah uh."  Then they laughed and moved into the living room and Anya stole the cheese doodles from Andrew.

Buffy was up against the basement post, her legs wrapped around Spike. In between gasps and pumping she said, "What....are we gonna tell...them....about the....cot?"

Spike answered after a moment, "We will just.....say...that...it was lost.....in the.....heat....of battle."

Buffy laughed and said, "Good...idea....Harder Spike...ohhhh yessss...."

A while later Spike sank to a crouching position, Buffy still wrapped around him.

She looked over at the liquid mess that had once been ice-cream and said, "Oh oh, no more cold solid ice-cream cone."

"Would a cold solid vampire do instead, luv?"

Buffy smiled at him and said, "Oh yes please, I want some more."



THE END