The Night

She was running mad as hell, trying to get away from him.

How dare he! she thought angrily as she ran, her black boots slamming into the earth.

She could hear him calling out her name as he ran after her.

"I don't want to talk to you, you JERK!" she screamed not slowing down one bit. Good thing about being the slayer, she could run as fast as the wind.

"Buffy. Luv, please slow down," Spike yelled chasing her.

"In your dreams Vampire," she hissed and then suddenly fell into a deep hole.

"DAMNIT!" she screamed.

She heard a soft chuckle and looked up to see Spike peering down at her.

"Luv, this is a cemetary. There are bound to be open graves," he laughed.

"Smartass," she snarled at him. "Well are you going to help me? Or just stare at me all night?"

"Hmm, I guess if the positions were switched I would love to be where you are right now," he replied cocking his head to the side and looking over her body, noticing the way her tight skirt fit her like second skin.

"You're a pig Spike."

"Oink oink baby," he said reaching out his hand to her and pulling her out of the grave.

He must have lost his footing because the next thing she knew she was on top of him. She couldn't tell if it was an accident or on purpose.

"Well isn't this an interesting change in events," he murmured his mouth almost touching hers.

Before she could pull herself off of him he kissed her. Buffy was startled when his lips touched hers. When he pulled away she sensed the loss tremendously and wanted to pull him back. Instead she reached out her hand and slapped him.

"OWW what the bloody hell was that for?" he asked rubbing his sore cheek.

"For pissing me off and then making fun of me."

"Aww, the wittle slayer a little brassed off tonight?" he said and then swore when she slapped him again.

"I swear I think you get off on hitting me," he replied. "Is this Beat the Spike night? Because it wasn't posted."

"Every night is Beat the Spike night," she said and then laughed at the hurt look he got on his face.

"Awww, is wittle Spikey sad?" She mocked and then gasped in shock as he switched their positions so she was laying underneath him.

"Now. How's that?"He asked her, his blue eyes staring deep into her green ones.

"You do know I can throw you right?" she said not being able to tear her eyes from his. Nor able to control the huskiness that just entered her voice.

"Yeah Pet. But, you won't."

"Hmmm......we'll see," she said as she pulled his mouth to hers.

His lips molded around hers. She moaned beneath him. He slid his hands down her sides to rest firmly on her hips. She ran her hands through his platinum hair, her nails slightly grazing the backs of his ears making him  press her harder into the dirt.

"You drive me crazy slayer," he moaned into her mouth.

"Mmm...I know. Don't you just love Play Night?" she asked him in between kisses.

"Oh you know I do Pet," he said kissing her again. "But can't we just have all the foreplay in my crypt next time?"

Laughing she placed a hand on his cheek and said,"Its always good to have a change of scenery. Besides tomorrow night you can pick what we do."

He laughed with her and pulled her to her feet.

"Well then in that case you better get ready for it tonight because it is going to involve whips and chains."

"Is that so?" she laughed.

He put his arm around her and pulled her close.

"You know me luv. I'm always down for a little torture," he replied, his blue eyes shining on her.

"As long as Mr.Pointy can come," she surprised him, pulling out her stake.

He looked at her a little amazed that she had room for the stake in her tight skirt. As Buffy saw the amazed look on Spike's face she laughed.

"I'ill show you where I hide it later," she whispered winking at him.

He laughed and together they walked arm and arm to his crypt.

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