Wedding Night


Written by: Joanne P.
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Summary: Takes place the night of "Hell's Bell's" Xander/Anya's almost was a wedding.
Disclaimer: The show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all of it's characters belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, & Fox Prod.
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Part 1


Buffy, Willow and Dawn sat on the couch in the Summer's home.  They
were all still stunned by the events of the day.
"Poor Anya," said Dawn.
"Yes," Buffy and Willow agreed.
"Xander where are you?" said Willow.
"I guess he'll show up when he's ready to Wil," said Buffy.
Dawn and Willow were exhausted physically and emotionally.  Thanks to
slayer strength all Buffy was, was anxious.
"I think I'm gonna go patrol.  Work out some tension," said Buffy.
"One dead demon a day not enough?" kidded Dawn.
"Not to mention the brawl before and after the demon showed up," said
Willow.
"Just feel like if there's something evil to kill out there, I need
to do it," said Buffy.
"Understand that," said Willow.
Dawn yawned, "Think I'll just zone out on the couch and watch some
TV."
"Sounds good to me," said Willow.
Buffy went upstairs and put on her short black leather jacket over
her blouse and jeans.  She checked herself out in the mirror, went to
take her hair down, but left it up.  She went back down the stairs
and started for the front door.
Willow and Dawn where laughing hard and Dawn said, "Almost as bad as
our dresses."
"What?" asked Buffy.
"Spike's date." said Dawn, "She was dressed almost as bad as we were,
okay maybe worse."
The laughter continued and Willow said, "You just know he's having a
grand time tonight."
"Yeah," said Dawn, "he's probably got her scanky self upside down and
backwards."
"DAWN!!!" said Willow and Buffy together.
Dawn just giggled and flicked the TV on.
Buffy shook her head and Willow suppressed a giggle.
"I'll try and be quick.  If not..."
"I'll be here," said Willow.
"Thanks," said Buffy, "See you in the morning if I'm not back before
you both turn in."
"Sure," said Willow.
"Okay," said Dawn as she yawned again.

Buffy patrolled here and there and then found herself in Spike's
cemetery.  She'd been thinking about him all night.  She glanced at
her watch in her pocket and saw it was 10:35 pm.  "Probably still at
it, knowing him."  She remembered the things she said to him after
Riley and his Mrs. had shown up.  She knew she had hurt him and she
was sorry for that.
Then today he had tried to hurt her by bringing a date to the
wedding.  It had hurt and she had told him so.
The look in his eyes when he said that she looked happy, and that he
didn't get to see that a lot.  She had wanted to drown in those blue
eyes of his, swim in them forever.  And then when he said that he'd
take his date and go, she had wanted to say to him, please stay,
dance the night away with me.
But of course, she did not say that.
And now she was so close to his crypt, wondering what he was doing to
that girl.  Was she calling his name as he made her explode in
ecstasy?  Was he whispering in her ear all the little pretty nasty
things he whispered in her own ear?  Was the girl pleasing him more
than she could?
She found herself at the door of the crypt.  She walked up to it and
slowly put her hand on it. She pushed ever so slightly and opened it
a bit.
"Spike?" she called out meekly.
No answer.  She opened the door wider and stepped in.
"Spike?  Are you there? You'll never guess what happened at the..."
No one.  Maybe they were downstairs.  Maybe they were in his bed. 
She clutched her right hand into a fist. She moved to the opening
that led to the underground part of the crypt.  She peered in. She
stayed as quiet as she could and listened.  She heard something. 
What was it?  Was that panting, groaning, grunting?  Was it Spike?
Buffy saw green.  Green, an even more hideous shade than that of her
bridesmaids dress.
Without considering the possible repercussions she started to climb
down.  Step by step she thought, YOU BITCH, HE'S MINE!
She got to the bottom and saw no one.  Also, the sounds had stopped. 
There was no one here, at least not on the bed.
"Spike," she said, again meekly.
Spike sat up. He was on the floor at the foot of his bed. He raised
his scarred eyebrow and said, "Slayer?"
All she could see was his shoulders, he had no shirt on.
Buffy said, "I am...I err..what are you doing?"
He held up a weight in each of his hands and said, "Exercising."
He put the weights down and stood up.  He only had on his black
jeans.  No shirt, no shoes, and she knew from experience, no
underwear. He looked like sin. Sexual sin, with bleached blond hair.
She tried desperately to tear her eyes from him.
"Why aren't you partying the night away with the wedding crowd, pet?"
he asked.
"Wedding mob is more like it?"
She started looking around, trying not to let him see.
"Lose something?" Spike asked.
"Errrr, ummm, no. Just thought you might still have, you know,
company."
"Oh," he said.
"Guess she had to call it an early night?"
"No, I did."
"Oh?" said Buffy.
"Yeah I walked her home. Even got invited in after we, err, after we
umm..."
"Kissed?"
"Yeah."
They stared at each other. Her eyes went to his chest and then
quickly back to his eyes.  He'd seen that, but said nothing.
"But it wasn't there," Spike said.
"What wasn't there?" asked Buffy.
"Sparkage."
"Sparkage?" she asked.
"Yeah," he growled sexily at her, "sparkage!"
"Oh," said Buffy desperately trying not to look at his bare chest. 
She wanted so to touch him.
"I ahhh, actually stopped by to tell you that, umm, the wedding, it
umm didn't take place."
"Really? What happened?"
"Xander left Anya at the altar."
"Never saw that coming."
"No one did. Least of all Anya. Oh Spike, she's just devastated."
"Well, yeah," Spike said.  He turned and looked around the room.
Located his pack of smokes, took out a cigarette and then reached
into the pocket of his jeans and took out his lighter.  He lifted
both arms up to light the cigarette and the muscles in his arms
bulged slightly.
Buffy's inhale turned to a slight gasp.
Spike looked up from his cigarette and said, "You okay?"
"Oh me, yeah, I'm just ahh, yeah."
It's just that I'd like to bite your arm right there at that bulge
that's all, she thought.  But she said, "It's just so strange, what
happened at the wedding, or almost a wedding, I mean."
"Yeah well Xander's like most people," said Spike as he reached for
his shirt and put it on, "they don't know a good thing when it's
standing right in front of them." He left the shirt unbuttoned.
Buffy stopped herself from screaming, I KNOW IT'S GOOD BETWEEN US,
BUT IT'S WRONG. Not to mention the other thought screaming inside
her, AND TAKE THAT SHIRT OFF RIGHT NOW, DAMN IT!
Spike sat down on the bed.
"It was a demon," said Buffy.
"What was a demon?" asked Spike.
"The cause of it, well the thing that started it all, anyway."
Buffy explained the demon part of the evening.
"So it was a lie?" asked Spike.
"Yeah."
"But Xander split anyway?"
"Yeah."
"Stupid git."
"Yeah," agreed Buffy.  Spike half smiled at her. Buffy sat on the bed.
"As evil as I've ever been," Spike said, "I'd never do anything like
that."
"I know," Buffy said.
Spike got a strange look in his eyes.  Then they twinkled.
"Hell I'd have at least stuck around for the honeymoon," he grinned
at Buffy.  That wicked grin, that sexy grin, that grin that tweaked
at her insides.
Buffy cleared her throat to stifle the OH that was threatening to
push it's way up her throat at the thought of honeymoon and Spike in
the same sentence.  Then she said, "Actually that was only the icing
on the not a wedding cake."
"Why, what else happened?"
Buffy told Spike all about the Xander drunken family versus the Anya
demon family. Spike said, "Sounds like a good time. Maybe I should
have stayed."
"So not a good time," said Buffy.
They were silent for a moment, each looking the other way and then
Spike said, "Circus people!" And both he and Buffy laughed so hard
the bed shook.
"Yeah...circus people.  Sunnydale's just filled with circus people,"
said Buffy, "It's their favorite vacation spot."
They laughed a while more and Buffy said, "You have a nice laugh,
Spike, you should do it more often."
"Thank you, but lately I've not found much to laugh about."
"Yeah," said Buffy.
She got a sad look on her face and she turned to Spike and said, "You
know, all I can think of is Anya.  I mean she was in so much pain.
She looked so alone, so hurt." Spike looked away from her, but she
continued, "Anya thought this would be the happiest night of her
life.  She thought it would be her wedding night.  The night every
girl dreams of from the time she finds out what a bride is.  And the
wedding night, the night she'd be with her husband, sharing intimate
thoughts and intimate touching. Spike she looked so alone."  She was
going to say more but stopped as Spike got up and walked away from
her. He went to the small table which held a bottle of whiskey.  He
poured a small amount and downed it.  His back was to her. He needed
not to see her just now.
"Spike?" she said.
"What?" he answered but kept his back to her.
"Why didn't you bring your date here like you said you would be
doing?"
"Because."
"Because why?" she asked.
He slouched slightly and shook his head. "What do you want from me
Buffy? Do you want me to take my un-beating heart out and place it on
a silver platter and hand it over to you?"
"No I..."
"What Buffy, what? You thought you'd just drop by to see if I was
screwing the hell in and out of my date? Did you want to watch?"
"WHAT...no. I just wanted..."
He turned and faced her.  His _expression pained, "You just wanted
what?"
"I just wanted...okay, okay, I was jealous.  Okay now you got me to
say it. I'm jealous."
His _expression turned to anger.  His voice was strained. "Buffy,
please leave."
"WHAT?!?"
"Please leave."
"Why?"
Because, because you're breaking my heart."
"Am I?" It was a question, she was not being nasty.
"Bloody hell woman, the other night you told me that being with me
was killing you.  I go and find another girl to take to the wedding
and now you say you are jealous? You sit here telling me all about
your day, a day I walked away from, because I thought you'd want it
that way. And..."
"And?"
"And if I give in to you and we...touch, you'll just run out of here
like someone lit a fire under your arse and leave me all alone
again.  Don't tell me about alone, Slayer, I know it inside out." He
turned from her, poured another drink but never picked it up. He
turned and looked at her again and said, "So leave here before all
the head games start, before you're the death of me.  Just go."
One tear ran down Buffy's check.
Spike's game face came on and he bent and picked up one of the
weights from the floor. He threw the weight against the far wall. It
broke against the wall knocking rock to the floor. Buffy flinched at
the noise, but did not leave the bed.
Spike gained control and shook off his game face.  He turned away
from her again and spoke softly, "I couldn't touch her because I
wanted you.  Only you.  I wanted to dance at that bloody wedding with
you. Sit there among the scoobies and the other guests and show them
that the woman who was even more beautiful than the bride, was with
me."
Buffy was standing behind him, he knew it before she touched him. "Do
you hate me?"
"I love you."
"But you are angry with me."
"Bloody furious."
"Do you want me to leave?"
"Yes."
"Okay," she pressed herself against his back, "I'd really rather
stay."
"Why?"
"Because."
He took a deep breath and said, "Because why, Buffy?"
"Because I can't seem to leave."
"Why?"
"Because I want you." She wrapped her arms around him and placed her
left hand atop his jeans were his belt would have been.  Her right
hand she placed under his shirt, over his un-beating heart. They both
trembled slightly.
He spoke again softly and said, "And if I let you stay?"
Buffy let go and took a step back. Spike dropped his head down. His
shoulders sank again.
"Spike. Spike please look at me."
"I...I can't."
"Please."
He took a moment, straightened up and then turned to her.  She sat at
the foot of the bed, her hair down, her jacket off.
"Will you answer one question for me?" she asked.
He nodded.
"What would it be like if this was our wedding night?"
Spike looked at her, hurt and wonder on his face at the same time.
He moved over to her and knelt down in front of her.  He put his head
in her lap and she put her fingers in his hair.  He hugged his arms
around her waist and turned his head so that his right cheek was now
in her lap. 
He spoke to her in a whisper, "If you were my bride, I'd take you far
away.  Somewhere brilliant, very far from here."
He hesitated for a moment and she said, "Speak of it all to me,
Spike." She kissed his head and played her fingers through his hair.
He again whispered to her, "I'd start with a candle lit dinner, with
champagne in crystal glasses.  A string quartet playing softly in the
background." His accent getting a bit more posh, he continued, "I'd
dance you around and around until you were dizzy." He looked up at
her, his chin now on her lap. She touched his cheeks and then put her
fingers back into his hair.
"I'd dance you around until you were out of breath and then I'd carry
you to the bed, tracing kisses on your face and neck. I'd whisper
over and over again how beautiful you are and then place you on the
bed. I'd never take my hands from you as I undressed you."
Buffy eyes grew wider, she gasped.
He took his arms from around her and stood up, pulling her with him.
He brushed a quick kiss across her lips.  She went to speak but he
held his finger to her lips and said, "Sshhh."  He smiled and then
went to the radio and flick it on.  He switched it to a classical
music station. Violins played.  He shut off the lamps at the bedside
and lit candles. He came back and stood before her.  He bowed.  He
said to her, "Lady, may I have this dance?"
Buffy smiled and nodded.
He put one arm around her waist and extended his other arm out.  She
took a step towards him and put one hand up on his shoulder and the
other to his extended arm.  She looked into his eyes and said, "Dance
me around the moon, Spike."
He smiled, nodded and then led her in a waltz like dance.  She let
him guide her around the small space as she moved in closer to his
body. She giggled as he spun her around.
"When did you learn to dance like this?" she asked.
"In another time, far away."
"Were the ladies there pretty?"
"Yes."
He turned her quick as she pouted and then pulled her even closer. He
lifted them both up and jumped up on the bed.  Spun her around and
then down off the bed again.  Around the room they went, sometime he
danced round the bed, sometimes over it. Buffy laughed and gasped and
got a bit dizzy.
Then the song ended. He held her still. Buffy laughed and tried to
quell the dizziness.
She got a sad look for a moment and said, "The women of that time,
where they..."
He did not let her finish, he lifted her chin in his hand and tilted
her face to his.  He said so softly to her, "There never was, there
is not now, nor will there ever be, a woman such as you Buffy."
He put an arm around her waist and the other at the back of her knees
and lifted her up, then spun her around. All the while pressing his
lips to her face and neck.  Then he place her down on the bed, near
the edge and he knelt down beside her on the floor.



Part 2


He ran his hands over her face, her neck, through her hair, and back
again.  Then he began to open the buttons on her blouse, brushing his
long fingers over her skin at each opened button.
His cool touch on her warm flesh sent chills through her. When her
blouse was open he ran his fingers over her stomach in circles and
then back up to her neck.
He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "Buffy, you are so
beautiful. Your skin so warm, so inviting.  I want to touch and taste
every inch, every lovely inch of your body."  Buffy moaned and Spike
growled softly into her ear. "I love the sounds you make when I touch
you."  He place a hand over her breast and then slid it under her
bra.  Cupping her breast with his hand, his thumb rubbing her
nipple.  "I love the way your breast fits in my hand." He kissed her
neck, her face, her ear, "Just the scent of you fills me with desire."
"Spike, Spike," Buffy gasped.
His tongue played along her ear lob and then down and across her
neck. He undid her bra snap at the front and ran his tongue over one
breast.  Still cupping the other with his hand, he licked around her
nipple and brushed kisses over it.  Buffy started to shiver. She was
so wet. He moved his tongue down to her belly button as he opened her
jeans.  He licked around her belly button and then slid his tongue
down to the flesh her zipper had been hiding.  He opened the zipper
all the way, brushing kisses where it now lay open. Never taking his
hands off her, he pulled her jeans and panties to her knees.  She
lifted her butt a bit to help him. He rubbed one of her thighs as he
bent to pull off one boot. Switching hands on boot and thigh, he
pulled off the second boot.  He ran his hands up and down her exposed
legs and then pulled her jean and panties all the way off.
He ran his hands back up her legs only pausing to place a kiss here
and there.  He went back to her stomach and kissed, licked and nipped
with his teeth there.  Buffy twitched and moaned.  He used his hands
and his tongue all over her exposed flesh and she threw her hands up
over her head and gently rocked her body.
He lifted her slightly and took off her blouse and bra in one swift
movement.
He knelt again at the side of the bed pulling her to her side and
then into his arms.  He kissed her lips parting them with her
tongue.  She gave no resistance.
His hands roamed over her back then up into her hair. She felt his
hard chest through his shirt against her naked nipples. She moaned at
the fiction. He moved and his unbuttoned shirt opened a bit more. She
felt one nipple against his cool skin the other still against his
shirt.  She moaned again.
He lifted her up off the bed again and spun around several times with
her in his arms.  He then laid her back onto the middle of the bed. 
He broke their contact only long enough to take off his shirt and
jeans. He then laid down next to her and pulled her to him. He kissed
her mouth, cheeks, eyelids.  She shivered slightly with
anticipation.  His naked body touching her, sending her reeling.
He pressed her back to the bed and pressed his mouth to her ear. He
nibbled, she felt herself get wetter. He whispered with his deepest
voice, "This is how it should be. You beautiful, naked, wet, and in
my bed."  He moved his fingers to in between her legs. 
He played with the soft hair just before her opening.  She purred. 
He moved his hand over her, but not into her and she moaned and
parted her leg slightly, inviting him in.
He chuckled into her neck and said, "Not just yet, pet."
"Oh...whyyyy?" moaned Buffy.
"Because tonight I will make you come over and over again...but for
right now, I just want to play."
Buffy's whole body trembled from his words.
He moved her to her side again and then snuggled up behind her, spoon
style.  He pressed his rock hard erection to her butt. She purred
again.
He wrapped his arms around her. One hand working over her breast, the
other teasing at the opening  between her legs.
He buried his face in her hair. Then he moved his lips to her ear. He
growled her name, she bucked her hips. His cold body pressed up
against the back of her overheated skin making her shiver.  "Please
Spike, ohhh please, Spike."
He nibbled at her neck and then her ear lobe, "Buffy, baby, I can't
get enough of you. I'll never get enough of you."
His hand moved down slowly, deeper in between her legs.  His voice
was deep, husky with desire, "Velvet, it's like being enclosed in
velvet when I am inside you."  He opened her folds, "Your tight
muscles around me squeezing me until I lose my mind."  He inserted
one finger, "So hot, pet you are so hot." He inserted another
finger, "So wet, mmmm, so wet for me." He inserted yet another finger
and growled, "liquid velvet fire."  His fingers moved in and out of
her, making her crazy, she thrust her hips to the rhythm of his
fingers. He squeezed a nipple, moved his hips with hers, he continued
that deep growl, "More beautiful than any woman of any time.  I want
you Buffy, only you."
Cold fingers moving inside her hotness, exploring, teasing. Then he
found the spot, that spot he knew so well. "Give me that liquid
velvet fire, luv. Pour it down over my hand.  I'll never get enough."
Buffy shivered and her muscles quivered and she felt the release
start to happen.  Buffy exploded in orgasmic pleasure and trembled in
Spike's arms.  She moaned trying to say his name, but the tremors
continued and she could not form the word.


He held his wet fingers up before her and then she watched as he put them to his lips. He opened his mouth, ran his tongue around his lips and then over his fingers so sexily, that Buffy trembled
again. "Sweetest cream in the world," he said. Buffy's head spun. He moved and she laid her back flat on the bed.  He kept on his side, close to her, and put his head up in his hand so he could see her. He drew figure eights with his long fingers on her stomach.


She finally found her voice and said, "God Spike, the way you touch me...the words you say."


"You really like it, pet?"


"More like adore," she said in a whisper, "your fingers are magical." He smiled and said, "It's because my touch is true. My words are true. It is all that I feel. You know it to be so. I want you always.  I want you more each time."


She swallowed hard.


She could feel that he was still aroused. He had given all to her and not as yet, taken back. He moved his fingers to between her breasts and drew circles.


"If you were my bride, if this was our wedding night, I'd do all that and more.  Pleasing you again before I take my pleasure from you."

"Show me, Spike."


He moved on top of her, rubbing his erection on her thighs, her stomach.  Touching her again all over her body with his hands.  Biting with blunt teeth under her breasts, and then her  nipple.  She felt herself start to tremble again.


He trailed kisses down her body and stopped briefly at her belly button and licked around it.  She moved her hips.  Then his mouth moved to her thighs and then between them.  He used his fingers and open her folds and then inserted his tongue where his fingers had been.


He licked, he sucked and once in a while nipped at her.  She moaned and was amazed that he was making her so hot, so quickly.  After a while she could not stand it any more and she pleaded with
him to put himself inside her.  "Please Spike, oh baby  please, put yourself inside me now."


He shook his head no and she moaned and pouted.  He put his hands under her butt and lifted it up to him. Pushing her to his mouth, putting his tongue further inside her. 


She gasped and pulled at the bed sheets with her hands.  He did not need to stop, not needing to breath, he continue with deftness, making her scream.


Then he lifted his head.  And she yelled, "No no, don't stop. Why stop, why?"


He laughed and said, "More baby?"


"YES YES, now, Spike NOW. I need more of you now!"


"Anything you want luv, anything."


He put his mouth back to her and continued his deft ministrations.  When again she was at the brink, the thought that he may stop again made her scream. But he did not stop and she climaxed so hard, the she rocked them both.


She was panting, her chest heaving as he licked the liquid fire that poured from her.

During the hours they were together, Spike pleasured her twice more.  This time he entered her as she was mounted on top of him. Letting her take control, letting her set the pace.  She was straight up on him, but then found that if she leaned forward, his large rock hard penis rubbed against her in all the right places.  She loved watching his face, his eyes, those blue pools of desire, as she came and clenched around him tightly.

Later, when she had shown him she wanted more with her hands, he mounted her.  He put her legs up over his shoulders and thrust into her with all his vampire strength.  She screamed so loudly she thought she'd wake the dead all around them.


He came so hard that his vampire face flashed and then disappeared.  He dropped down on top of her, panting.  She wrapped her legs around him, not wanting him out of her, not wanting to break the contact.
Not wanting him away from her.


Just before they both fell to sleep, she whispered softly to him, "Thank you for my just like a wedding night."


"The pleasure was all mine," he whispered back to her.


"Oh no it wasn't," she giggled.


**

Buffy woke first. She found herself in his arms, one of her legs wrapped around one of his. She sighed deeply.


He woke, found her in his arms and smiled down at her.  He was going to speak, but thought better of it. He did not want to break the euphoria he could still feel. The euphoria he hoped she could still feel. But his mind screamed inside of him, now she'll bounce out of my bed and away from me. Never telling me that which I long to hear. Never letting me see what she'd do to me, if it was our wedding night.
She reached her hand to his head and messed his hair. She smiled and kissed his cheek.


"I'm sorry, but I have to go."


"I know," he said.


She got out of the bed and dressed quickly.  Then she walked around to his side of the bed and sat beside him.  He raised one eyebrow.


She smiled and said, "Walk me out?"


He nodded and she got up.  He got out of the bed and threw his jeans
on.


He climbed up after her and walked just behind her to the door. He opened the door for her. It was only moments till sunrise.  She looked up at him and once again put her hand on his face. She rubbed her thumb over the high bone of his cheek and smiled.


She went to speak, but he shook his head and said, "Sshhh."


She removed her hand from his face and he put his to hers, tilting her chin to his face.  He brushed a quick kiss across her lips and said, "Let's leave it here, please."


She took his hand from her face and kissed the palm.  


He said, "I'll leave it up....I'll be here."


She nodded, turned and walked away.


He watched her walk a few feet from his door and then closed the door. He put his forehead against the door and said, "She'll be the death of me. But bloody hell, what a way to go."




Part 3


Two nights later Spike sat on the slab. One leg bent up on the top of the slab, the other dangled over the side. He was reading by candle light. It was just before midnight.


He sensed something and looked up. A moment later she entered the crypt. She wore a short black leather jacket, a white shirt just showing underneath it, a short black skirt, black high heeled pumps and no stockings.


She smiled at him with pink lips.  He smiled back.


"What brings you to this side of town so late, Slayer?"


"It was such a beautiful night I thought I'd take a walk."


"Oh?" He put the book down but stayed sitting as he was. He made no move towards her.


"Yeah. Oh," she said pulling something from under her jacket, "I saw this in the store and thought you might like it." She handed him a CD.


He took it from her and read the label, CLASSICAL MUSIC FOR LOVERS.She took off her jacket, laid it on the slab, and revealed the white halter top she wore underneath. Then she hopped up onto the slab.


"Thank  you for this," he said holding up the CD.


"The least I could do."


He smiled at her. She starred into his eyes for a moment, then said, "So what cha reading?"


"A book about James Dean."


"Oh. Is it good?"


"Yeah."


"Got any pictures of him in there?" she asked.


"Yeah."


"Can I see?"


He handed her the book and turned himself around to dangle both legs over the side of the slab as she did.


She flipped through the book and found the photos.  "My, he was good looking, wasn't he?"


"I guess."


"I like his movies," she said still flipping the pages.


"Yeah, me too."


What is she doing here, he thought.  What is she playing at tonight?  Lord, she really will be the death of me, won't she.  He ached for her but made no move to her.


"So," Buffy said, hopping down from the slab, her bare back to him.


"So?" asked Spike.


Her back still to him, she took two steps away from him. She again flipped through the pages of the book stopping at the photos. "Yeah, he sure was good looking." She turned and looked at Spike, "But not as good looking as you."


He raised his scarred eyebrow, "Buffy, what is it you..."


"Spike," she said cutting off his words.


"What?"


She walked over to him and put her head down onto his lap, turning her head so that her right cheek lay on it. Then she put her arms around his waist.  He inhaled but did not touch her for fear she would move away from him if he did.


She took in a deep breath and said, "I only feel alive when I am with
you."


"Buffy I..."


"Sshhh," she said.


He waited a moment and then put his hands to her hair.


She whispered to him, "If you were my groom, I'd go far way with you. Somewhere brilliant, very far from here."


She hesitated as if waiting for him. He nodded and smiled and said, "Speak of it all to me, Buffy."


He ran his fingers through her hair. She tightened her arms around him and said, "We'd start with a candle lit dinner, champagne in crystal glasses. A string quartet playing softly in the background."


She moved her head and put her chin in his lap, looking up at him. He blue eyes filled with amusement and desire.


"I could lose myself in your eyes," she whispered to him, "drown in them. Ohhh how I want to touch your cool muscled skin. Run my hands over you. Run them over every inch of you." She took her hands from his waist and put them on his thighs. "I want to feel your strength. I want to wrap myself around you. I want to beg you to take me. Beg you to end your sweet sexual torture, and take me."


Spike gasped.


"I want to taste you. I want to lick you all over, let my tongue explore all of you. Then I want to take you into my mouth and suck on you till your thick cream pours down my throat."


Spike growled.


Buffy stood up and took two steps backwards.  She raised her arms out to him and moaned, "Oh Spike, please.  Please dance me around the moon."


He jumped off the slab and went to her. He took her in is arms and lifted her up. He spun them both around and around. Then he put her down and kissed her deeply.


They climbed down and went to his bed.  He picked her up and placed her down on the bed, then undressed her slowly. He left those sexy black pumps on her feet.  She lifted a leg in the air, turned her foot this way and that and giggled. "Feels sexy," she said.


"Yeah," he said in his deep voice.


She shivered.

Buffy did all the things to Spike she said she had wanted to, and more. And when they lay there, wrapped around each other, naked and sated, she whispered a question to him, "Sparkage?"


He smiled and growled sexily at her, "Yeah, sparkage."
THE END


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