Buffy had a little trouble getting her key to work in the lock, and the fact that Spike was standing directly behind her, so closely that she could feel his erection pressing against her, wasn't making it any easier.

When she was at the point of seriously considering kicking the door down, the tumblers finally clicked.

The door flew open, and they both nearly tumbled into the room.

"Come here," Spike said, shutting the door with his foot as he yanked Buffy into his arms.

She went willingly, and they fell into an ardent kiss, attacking each other with open mouths and eager tongues, as they tugged at each other's clothes.

Shrugging out of his coat, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and lifted her, carrying her to one of the unmade beds.

He dropped her on it, then followed her down. Kissing and nuzzling her face and throat, he made sure to keep his fangs to himself.

Buffy pushed weakly at his shoulders, won- dering where all her 'slayer strength' had suddenly disappeared to.

"Wait...this isn't my bed," she panted.

"Who gives a shit? Come back here." He reached for her as she finally broke free.

She eluded him easily and jumped off the bed, turning to face him with a 'Come and get it' smile.

Spike growled. "Come here, little girl."

"No," she laughed, feeling playful. "YOU come HERE."

"Why should I?" he asked, lounging back against the pillows.

"Because, if you don't..." She began to pull her blouse over head. "you can't touch."

He watched her, eyes hot with lust. "Take it off," he demanded.

Buffy complied, whisking the light blue silk over her head and tossing it carelessly to the floor. She toed off her shoes and stood before him, clad in her slacks and a baby blue lace bra.

"God, you ARE pretty," he said, taking her in with an avid gaze.

The compliment startled her, jarring her out of her 'oh, why the hell not?' frame of mind.

"Do you mean that?" she asked, for some reason wanting his approval...need- ing it.

Her question made him pause.

*Christ...I really do mean it...how's THAT for a revelation...*

To be honest, he wasn't completely bowled over by it. If he forced himself to go toe-to-toe-with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but, he'd always thought that she was pretty, right from the start...pretty, and sexy as hell.

In fact, one of his clearest memories was of the night he'd seen her for the very first time.



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He and Dru had been in Sunnydale less than one day before he'd gone looking for the slayer he'd been hearing so much about.

All he'd planned on doing that night was sizing her up, studying how she fought, and watching for potential weaknesses.

That had been the extent of his interest when he'd first entered the Bronze; to get things moving so he could focus his attention on caring for Dru.

But when he'd spotted her, when he'd seen that pretty, babyish face and luscious body, his thoughts had taken a whole new direction.

He had circled the dance floor, watching every shimmy of her shoulders, every sway of her shapely ass, every thrust of her pelvis, and every teasing smile.

All the men in the room had wanted her, and he'd been no exception.

"That's mine," he remembered thinking, "That's for me."

In the alley behind the Bronze, he'd waited in the shadows, watching her fight and wondering if she fucked with the same kind of passion.

When it was over, it had been all he could do to keep himself from picking her up, carrying her to the nearest available bed, and pounding into her with everything he had.

He'd NEVER wanted a girl as instantly, and as badly, as he'd wanted this slayer.

The events of the next few months had sharpened his hate, but done nothing to dull his desire.

He'd spent a fair amount of time idly contemplating fantasies of bedding her. Whenever Drusilla had lapsed into bouts of weirdness that even HE wanted no part of, he would find himself think- ing about Buffy.

He would imagine himself grabbing her and throwing her to the ground. Falling on top of her, he'd plunge between those strong thighs and fuck her until she screamed, then rip her throat out after he'd made her come.

And he would make her forget that Angel had ever existed...which was only fair.

When his sire had returned to them sans soul once again, Spike had been forced to watch as the faithless bitch he'd loved crawled into Angel's bed.

The two of them had gone at it night and day...only surfacing to work on Angel's moronic plan to drop kick the world into hell.

The fucking idiot had never glommed on to the fact that if the whole world went to hell, THEY'D be going right alone with it.

Drusilla, being the intellectual whiz kid that she was, thought everything Angel did was brilliant, fucking poetry in motion.

She'd done anything he'd wanted, anytime, anywhere, for any reason. World's going to hell? Count me in!

Spike had less than zero interest in being cast into hell. He didn't care WHO was in charge, or who would be Satan's new best friend.

He was quite happy where he was, thanks all the same.

It had been so incredibly galling to sit in that wheelchair and watch Angel pawing Drusilla morning, noon, and night, taunting him with daily reports of their latest mara- thon fuck fest.

When he'd begun to make sneering comments about his superior skill in bed, Spike had finally been pushed too far.

With his male pride on the line, he'd sacrificed his vampire pride. That son- of a bitch had to go...permanently...and there was only one person who could help make that dream a reality.

Plans made, he'd gone looking for Buffy.

The truce he'd hammered out with her had been the beginning of the end, he just hadn't known it at the time.

He'd kept his promise and taken Drusilla to South America to start a new life.

Things had gone sour fast, and he had learned the hard way that he'd never be able to pry Angel out of Dru's mind.

She'd wanted no part of him. Nothing he did for her, no amount of lavish gifts or declarations of love had made her happy.

Angry at Spike's role in Angel's betrayal, she had punished him by spreading her legs for every sodding demon that crossed her path, no matter how disgusting it was.

It had gone on for months, a never ending cycle of torment, until the night he'd come home and found her gone.

With no idea where she'd disappeard to, and with nowhere else to go, he'd returned to Sunnydale.

To say that he'd been shocked to find Angel back in the land of the sort of living, would be the grossest understatement ever uttered.

Since the world hadn't been sucked down the drain into hell, Spike had assumed that the slayer had won her final battle with Angelus.

It hadn't taken him long to realize that Angel had, once again, been slapped with a shiny new soul.

Somehow...someway...the fucker had gotten it back.

And he'd gotten the slayer back as well.

The cosmic injustice of it was staggering. Angel had stolen Drusilla away and tried to end the world, and instead of being punished for his crimes, he'd been rewarded for them.

It was all so fucking unfair!

If ANYONE should have rewarded with that juicy little slayer, it should have been him.



* * * * * * * *



*Well...better late than never..*

Spike sat up and tugged off his boots. Cross- ing the room at an unhurried pace, he un- buttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Come on now, Slayer...you know you're gorgeous."

Sliding his fingers into the waist band of her pants, he pulled her close.

Buffy inhaled sharply when their lower bodies made contact. "Still...it's nice to hear."

He smiled. It had been a long time since he'd had to woo a girl with sweet talk and compliments, but it was a skill you didn't forget.

"Believe me, kitten. You are one delicious little package."

He undid the top button of her slacks.

"You've got that lovely hair, such a pretty color it is."

Her zipper slid down, revealing a glimpse of panties that matched her bra.

"Your skin is so soft and warm. Not a mark on it anywhere."

His thumbs hooked into the sides of her slacks and began to pull them down.

"And your mouth. So pretty and sassy...just begging to be kissed."

Her slacks dropped down around her ankles, and he took her hands to balance her as she stepped out of them.

"Your eyes are lovely. Green as the grass, with flecks of gold in them. They sparkle when you smile."

Tiny satin ribbons held her panties together on both sides. He tugged them loose, then pulled the blue lace from between her legs.

Her bra had a front closure that he opened easily.

"And you have a body that could stop traffic."

Placing his hands on breasts that were sur- prisingly ample for such a slender girl, he fondled them.

Buffy murmured something he couldn't understand, closing her eyes and letting her head drop back.

Spike leaned down and whispered,"You are SO beautiful. I've always thought so, you know. Beautiful." He kissed the side of her face. "And sexy." His mouth moved to explore her throat. "And I want you so much it hurts."

Buffy's head was spinning. This was ama- zing! Where had THIS Spike been hiding all this time?

Squeezing her breasts firmly, he pushed them together and lowered his head to kiss the lush curves.

Tonguing her nipples to diamond hardness, he took one into his mouth and began sucking on it.

"Oh...oh God..." Buffy whimpered.

Spike smiled against her skin. "Like that, do you?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Want more?"

"Yes, please."

Smiling at her politeness, he took her hand and led her across the room.

He sat down on the side of her bed and widened his legs to position her between them.

Desperate for further attention, Buffy leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders, offering him her breasts again.

He placed a kiss on the soft skin between them, then began teasing her nipples with his tongue and teeth, keeping the touch light.

She looked down to watch, and was rocketed into the stratosphere by the sight of what he was doing. She'd never seen anything so erotic before.

Spike met her gaze as he suckled her. With- out ever breaking eye contact, he moved from one breast to the other.

He moved his hands up her sides, pushing the mounds together again.

"These are really beautiful, Slayer," he said, releasing her from his mouth. "I want to lick them...suck them...play with them all day."

With his hands supporting her from be- neath, he caught her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them gently.

"Then," he went on. "I want to lay you down and put my cock between them...and fuck them. Want to feel them squeezing around my dick when I slide it up and down."

Buffy almost cried when he suddenly stopped and nudged her away. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he said, moving back on the mattress and pulling her along with him.

He rose to his knees in the middle of the bed, positioning her in front of him the same way.

"Unzip my pants."

Buffy placed her hands on his thighs, then slid them up until she found the top snap.

Opening it, she reached for the tab of his zipper. It slid down easily, propelled both by her fingers, and by the pressure of his erection.

"Put your hand in and take it out...good girl."

Buffy's eyes became as round as silver dollars when she saw what he had for her.

*No way is THAT gonna fit...*

"Don't look so nervous," he said, seeming to read her mind. "It'll go all the way in. I plan on making you very...very...wet."

She smiled. Apparently, he'd taken her teasing comment as a challenge.

Without warning, he inserted one hand between her thighs.

"Or, should I say...wetter?"

Buffy didn't think she could BE any wetter. The moisture her body was generating was flow- ing like a faucet.

What he did next only increased the flow.

After wetting his fingers with her fluid, he brought them to his mouth and licked them, holding her gaze.

"Mmmm...this may be even sweeter than the taste of your blood," he said.

"YOU'LL never know," she replied tartly.

Spike just laughed. "Never say never, luv."

Buffy decided to knock him down a notch or two. She moved her hand up and down his shaft, experimenting with pace and pressure. Using her thumb, she smeared the drops of semen he was producing into the tip of his penis.

"Looks like I'm not the ONLY wet one in the room," she said.

Her ministrations were having the desired effect. Spike closed his eyes, thrusting his hips forward.

"Ahh...fuck," he muttered. "Yeah...do that. Tighter, kitten...squeeze my...yes...now, faster...just a little...that's good..." He thrusted rythmnically into her wet little fingers.

Spike was a little surprised. Where the hell had she learned to do this?

Not from that boy she'd been with. He didn't look smart enough to organize a gang fuck in a Shanghai whorehouse, let alone teach a near virgin these kinds of tricks.

It was possible, he supposed, that Angel had instructed her on how to please a man.

Possible...but not likely.

His sire had not been 'Angelus' when he'd had his one night with the slayer. Which was just as well, since Angelus got off by inflicting pain. The harder he made a girl cry, the better he liked it.

No, he'd just been plain old Angel, and plain old Angel probably wasn't the last of the red hot lovers.

His worship of the innocent virgin she'd been would have prevented him from really getting down and dirty with Buffy. Maybe if they'd had more time...

He cut off that thought abruptly. Thinking about Angel in bed with the slayer was pissing him off for some reason.

*Screw YOU, Angel...you had your chance and you fucked it up...*

If it hadn't been either the boy or Angel who'd tutored the slayer in the art of foreplay, then it must be a natural skill for her.

His mind reeled at the possibilities. If she was this good after two brief sexual encounters, he couldn't begin to imagine how good she'd be once she got a little experience under her belt...so to speak.

*I'll do it....I'm gonna teach this girl things she's never even dreamed of...gonna teach her everything...don't care how long it takes...*
 

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