The Bathroom chapter 2

Buffy smiled as Giles opened the door and then held it open for her, letting her walk into his apartment. She ignored the look on his face as she breezed past him, his brows rising as he took in what she was wearing--it was a hot day out, a perfectly reasonable excuse for her clothing or lack thereof.

Waving a hand at Willow where she sat on the couch reading a book, she smiled as she heard Spike complaining about the TV.

"How's the English patient today?" Buffy turned to look at Giles and he frowned.

Everyone fell silent.

"Deceptively quiet." Giles muttered as he looked towards the bathroom.

Buffy listened hard and realised that since she had spoken Spike had gone quiet.

"I'll go check on him." She flashed a brilliant smile and bounced off towards the bathroom.

"Well, she's in a good mood this morning." Giles commented to Willow as she looked in the direction her friend had gone.

"Must have got some sleep, ooh…maybe it's the thought of being able to forget what happened between her and Spike." Willow smiled broadly and pointed to the book in front of her.

"Maybe." Giles turned away from Willow and sipped his tea as he kept his eyes fixed on the archway that lead to the bathroom.


Buffy poked her head around the bathroom door, keeping her body hidden behind it as she watched Spike's head slowly swivel to face her, his eyes smiling at her.

"Morning, pet." He grinned and she felt her knees weaken slightly.

"Need a little entertainment?" She raised her brows and watched him suck his cheeks into a wider grin.

"Wouldn't say no."

Buffy smiled wickedly as she listened to Giles and Willow discussing the spell and the ingredients they needed from the Magic Box. Winking at him, she turned and left the room.


"Buffy?" Giles was picking up his glasses and his keys as she walked back into the room. "We're going to get the ingredients we need, we'll make sure we get plenty just in case something goes wrong and we may be a while because I need to pick some things up in town."

"Okay." Buffy said chirpily as she watched him walk towards the door. She turned to find Willow next to her.

"Sorry I can't do anything stronger than a draught, I'm just not advanced enough yet…wish I could…" Willow furrowed her brows and Buffy smiled reassuringly as she hugged her friend.

"I'll be fine with a draught." She released Willow from her grasp and smiled as she watched her leave the apartment, closing the door behind her and finally leaving her alone with Spike.


Smiling wickedly, Buffy pushed the bathroom door wide open and waltzed in. Her stomach buzzed as she felt his eyes settle on her, raking over her body as he sat chained in the bathtub.

Spike let his eyes narrow as he took in the sight of her; she was wearing a little pale blue spaghetti strap top and the smallest white skirt he'd ever seen. He quickly realised he'd seen it before, she had been wearing it the night he'd crashed the parents evening at her school.

"Hello, love." Spike purred as he looked at her skirt and her long tanned legs.

Turning around, Buffy locked the door behind her and started walking towards him.

Without uttering a word, she unlocked the chains around his ankles and wrists, hauling him out of the tub and making him lay on the cold tiles of the floor before chaining him back up. Spike didn't protest; he just let her do what she wanted with him.

When he was secure, stretched out on the floor with his hands above his head and chained to the leg of the bathtub, she stood above him with her feet either side of his hips. Hitching her short skirt up she revealed her lack of underwear to him and felt a thrill run through her body as he growled up at her.

Spike hardened quickly at the sight of her curly mound, bare and glistening with desire. He tugged on the chains, trying to reach her where she stood looking down at him, when he failed he settled for narrowing his eyes on hers and growling again.

Buffy licked her lips as her body flushed with a prickly heat, her desire coursing through her veins and making her wetter for him each time he gave a low rumble in his throat. Running her hands down over her stomach, she swept them over her mound and down her thighs as she locked her eyes with his; his heated look became so intense that she could feel it.

Licking her lips again she slowly knelt astride his chest and kissed him languidly, teasing him with her tongue as he managed to get his hands into a position where he could capture her cheeks with them. Sighing into his mouth, she felt her stomach twist and tighten; her arousal reaching boiling point as she thought about all the things she could do with him. Pulling away from him, she smiled wickedly before moving to straddle his face. She listened to him growl with desire underneath her and savoured the way it tickled her pussy.

Buffy gasped as the cold chains around his wrists brushed against her inner thighs, sending a sweep of chills coursing up them to her chest. She felt him part her nether lips gently and dart his tongue in, circling her arousal as she closed her eyes.

Grasping his hair with one hand and the edge of the tub with the other, Buffy pushed her nub into his mouth and sighed when he started to lick and suckle it, his tongue expertly dancing around it. She let her head hang forwards as he moved below her, licking and teasing her as he glided his tongue towards her slick opening.

Spike inhaled deeply as he reached the entrance to her velvety depths, breathing in the sweet scent of her desire for him and savouring the delicious taste of her warm juices as he remembered what they had done in the Bronze last night. Wrapping his arms around her thighs as best he could he held her still as he slowly circled her opening, gently picking up speed before pushing his tongue up deep inside her.

"Spike…oh…god…" Buffy moaned hoarsely and gripped the bathtub tightly, her eyes screwing shut as he wriggled his tongue inside her before pulling it out. She protested to its absence. "More…"

He grinned before sliding his tongue into her again, slowly licking her and fucking her with it as he held her still against his mouth, his fingers grasping her thighs possessively.

Buffy breathed out slowly, enjoying the feeling of his tongue pumping her and the chains biting into her flesh. She ground against his mouth and moaned loudly as he sucked against her opening, luring her juices out of her before he pushed his tongue back up inside. She couldn't get enough of the quiet growls he was eliciting, the way he seemed to be desperately trying to lick up and taste all of her juices and his dominant grip on her thighs.

Writhing on his face she let her head fall backwards and as he growled beneath her she leant back on one arm, her other one reaching out for his cock, rubbing his hard on where it was caged in the restrictive material of his jeans, straining to get out.

Spike growled into her pussy as he felt her hands stroking his cock, he bucked his hips up and pushed his tongue deeper inside her, trying to make the most of what was happening and thankful that he didn't have to breathe so he could do this to her.

Arching her back, Buffy concentrated on the feeling of Spike growling as he devoured her, his fingers digging into her thighs she closed her eyes and felt her climax fast approaching. As he pushed his tongue up inside her and wriggled it, she lurched forwards, her body convulsing as she came against his mouth. She held his head tightly as he greedily lapped up her spending, his hands still holding her to his face and not letting her go until he was done.

Buffy panted softly as she leant forwards, removing her pussy from his mouth and easing down his body so she could kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue. Feeling partially sated she continued to move down his body until she was by his knees, she licked her lips and slowly unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his erection. Running her fingers down its silken length she felt her desire for him growing again, his cock twitched under her touch and she knew he could smell her arousal.

Tugging his jeans down around his knees, she worked her way back up his body and straddled him, holding his cock in position by her slick opening and watching the look of fascination on his face. Buffy smiled as she gently sunk down onto his hard length, enjoying the feeling of it easing into her and filling her up as well as the look on his face. His eyes rolled shut and his brows furrowed, lips parting softly as she wriggled, burying his cock in her as deep as it would go.

"Hello…" Buffy breathed as she arched her back, concentrating on the feel of him inside her as she gave him a long slow stroke of her pelvis. "You big bad boy…"

"Buffy…" Spike met her eyes and curled his fingers up, tugging on the chains again and feeling ready to burst inside her.

"Nu huh…" She shook her head and smiled mischievously. "Prize stallion, remember? You can't cum until I say so."

"Oh god…" Spike breathed and screwed his face up as she moved sharply down on his cock; pushing it hard into her heated depths and making her muscles clench him. His smile turned wide and appreciative as he looked up at her. "…My wicked little girl."

Buffy struggled against the wave of heat his look and words caused to dance through her, desperately trying to stifle the blush that started at her toes and reached her cheeks in a split second, turning them as red as her smeared lip-gloss.

Taking a long deep breath and focusing on letting go and being wicked, Buffy narrowed her eyes on his.

"You can do it…" She started moving against him, her hands tugging on her top and pulling it off over her head, revealing her juicy ripe breasts to him.

Spike nodded as he swallowed noisily, enthralled by her naughtiness as she exposed her breasts and ran her fingers over her nipples, rolling them between her fingertips.

He watched her toying with them as she built a rhythm up between them, her breasts bouncing as she pounded his cock hard. She looked divine as she rode him, flinging her head backwards and pressing her hands against his stomach as she stopped teasing her nipples. Her breasts wobbled in time with her movements, her muscles clenching his cock as she flicked her hair out of her face. He couldn't help grinning as she moaned loudly, his cock pushing up deeper inside her as he moved his hips in time with hers, meeting her on every down stroke. The way she was riding him had him captivated, she was going hell for leather on his cock, pounding him hard into the cold tiles of the bathroom floor and he realised he loved seeing her like this--getting pleasure from him, being with him.

Biting his lip, he staved off his desire to cum and thrust up harder inside her, reminding her of the power he commanded.

"Oh…ungh…Spike…" Buffy leant forwards again and closed her eyes as his cock slipped into her and then out again as she writhed against him.

She wanted more, wanting him deeper, harder inside her still. She wanted to keep pounding him until she was sore in all the good ways, until he was sore in all the good ways. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back again and teased her nipples as she looked down at him, meeting his eyes and clearly seeing how he was holding off for her, trying to be the marathon man she asked him to be.

Feeling his hard length thrusting inside her and filling her up she kept her eyes fixed on his as she clenched her muscles around him, milking his cock. She slowed their movements, making her strokes longer and closing her eyes, letting her mouth fall open as her stomach tightened. She kept her muscles tensed around his length as she rode him, enjoying the slight edge of pain it gave her as she pushed back down onto his hard cock.

Digging her fingernails into his stomach, she flung her head back as she bit her lip and pounded him hard again, wanting release so she could move onto the next part of her plan.

Looking down at him through half closed eyes she smiled and moved her hips in a slow figure of eight.

Spike met her eyes.

"Want to see…" His lips twitched into a nervous smile for a split second as she locked eyes with his, not breaking her rhythm.

"Want to…see what?" Buffy breathed heavily, trying not to lose her stride and the delicious feeling he was giving her.

"See you…when you cum." Spike leant his head back, his eyes becoming hooded.

"Oh god…" Buffy moaned as a heat like a volcano erupted in her stomach--he wanted to see her, wanted to look in her eyes and see how he made her feel.

She obeyed him silently, surrendering her dominance to comply with his command, knowing that it would have taken him time to build the courage to ask so it clearly meant a lot to him.

Leaning forwards, she coursed her hands slowly up his arms and over his manacles to his hands, locking fingers with him as she continued to rock her hips against him. She bought her head level with his, kissing him briefly and then drawing back so their eyes met.

Buffy gasped as she saw his eyes, clear blue and wide with wonder as he looked up into hers, his expression soft as he bit his lip in an attempt to keep control.

Keeping her eyes open, she let him see in them all the feelings and emotions he was inspiring in her. As she felt the tightness in her stomach evaporate, she was surprised by the force and suddenness of her orgasm; the waves of warmth and prickly tingles spreading through her like wildfire and causing her whole body to throb with satisfaction.

"Ungh…god…Spike…" She moaned breathily as her muscles milked his cock and her hips slowed until she was just sitting astride him. She breathed heavily as she remained focused on his eyes and he narrowed them on her, his cock pushing deeper inside her as he raised his hips.

Buffy smiled, a small nervous feeling settling in her stomach over the emotions she'd seen playing out in his eyes and the feelings she'd allowed to play out in hers.

Spike arched a brow, wanting nothing more than to be allowed to cum and needing to see again the beautiful things she'd shown to him.

Lifting her leg up she turned slowly, keeping his cock still inside her as she moved to face away from him and grasped hold of his thighs.

"Fuck…" Spike grunted over the change of position, it was tighter than anything inside her and he hoped she wasn't going to make him wait long.

"Mmm…" Buffy moaned and untied her skirt, revealing her backside to him and listening to him growl as she arched her back.

Steadying herself she rotated her hips against his, adjusting to how hard he felt inside her and how this position made her feel more filled with his cock. Holding onto her thighs she raised her hips and then sunk down on his length again, slowly building a rhythm up that had Spike grunting each time their hips met.

He frowned and dug his fingers into the chains as he watched the muscles of her back dancing and the soft peachy curve of her backside as they moved against each other. He moaned loudly over the sight of his length delving into her heated core and it seemed to drive Buffy on. As she moaned loudly in response and arched her back, he thrust up hard and deep inside her while trying desperately not to cum.

Buffy bit her lip, suppressing the moan she wanted to let free and knowing that his thrust had been his way of telling her off for making him want to cum. Reaching a hand down between his thighs, she stroked his balls and heard him growl deeply. She ran her fingers over them, feeling her juices coating them and how tight they were.

Increasing the speed of her movements, she closed her eyes and swallowed repeatedly as she felt the tip of his cock striking deep inside her, hitting all the right places. She flung her head back and writhed on his cock as he thrust up inside her, keeping their rhythm steady as she started to tire. Licking her lips she squeezed his balls gently with one hand while her other one teased her nipples into hardened points.

Spike watched her round backside as she rode him, feeling her fingers playing with his balls and biting his lip as he tried to hold off. Her sense of wickedness had him captivated and he decided that he'd try to hold off coming and give her an entire night of this if she ever asked him to.

He thrust against her as she tightened her muscles around his length, he could feel her cupping his balls and could see her teasing her breasts as she rode him like the prize stallion he'd promised he would be. Making his movements quicker, he smiled triumphantly as she moaned.

"Spike…" Buffy felt the ball of tightness winding up in her stomach and she wanted release for it before she ran out of energy. She wrung his cock hard as he pounded up into her, her hips meeting his on each down thrust and she couldn't help thinking how different it was to what they had experienced a few moments ago, now she wanted the roughness. "Want you…want to feel you…fuck me…cum in me…take me…"

Spike screwed his face up and obeyed as she moaned breathily, panting hard he unleashed his orgasm and thrust repeatedly into her as he came, spilling his seed and feeling her own warm cum coating his cock. He closed his eyes as he filled her with his juices, his movements slowing as his cock pulsed inside her heated depths and a wave of sedation spread through him.

Buffy leant back and let her back rest against his stomach and chest. She sighed contentedly as she felt his length inside her still, their mingled juices slowing running out of her as they relaxed together.

"That was…" She sighed, feeling like a rag doll resting against him, her body not willing to respond to her commands.

Spike sighed along with her. "…Amazing…bloody incredible…"

"Yeah…" Buffy breathed and tried to steady her heart--it was smashing loudly against her chest as she came down from her high.

Taking a long deep breath Spike savoured the feeling of his length inside her and closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to be able to hold her as he relaxed limply on the hard tiled floor and focused on her heartbeat.

They froze as they heard the front door open.

"Dammit…" Buffy groused as she tried to hurriedly dismount Spike. She wobbled slightly and wrinkled her nose up as she felt their juices streaming down her leg. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, she cleaned up her thighs and flushed it before quickly unchaining Spike.

Getting slowly to his feet he grinned as he wobbled, his knees feeling like jelly below him.

"Bloody good…" He sighed as he struggled to pull his jeans up, his body too tired and sore to respond quickly. Spike watched Buffy slipping her clothes on and trying to rush about to put the room back in order, only her body didn't seemed to want to respond quickly either.

He caught her as she went to go past him, his eyes smiling into hers as he smoothed her hair for her. Dipping his head, he kissed her softly and she closed her eyes, her pulse steadying under the reassuring feeling of his lips against hers.

Breaking the kiss, he briefly rested his forehead against Buffy's and let his fingers play on hers tenderly before stepping into the bathtub and chaining his ankles up as Buffy placed the manacles around his wrists.

She looked at them and then into his eyes, letting him know she was sorry for having to do this to him. He smiled.

Locking the cuffs around his wrists, she flicked the TV on, smoothed his hair out and kissed him hard. Spike kissed her back, letting his tongue briefly tangle with hers. He nodded to the door and she heard someone coming towards it.

Running to the door she unbolted it just before the footsteps reached it, as it swung open she darted to the mirror and pretended to be fixing her hair.

Giles looked at Buffy and raised his brows at how flushed she looked. Spike stared at the TV and muttered something at it as he watched Passions.

"Everything alright?" Giles watched Buffy as she frowned at Spike and he smirked in response.

"Finer than fine. Spike was being mischievous but he's good now." Buffy looked at him and they stayed locked in each other's eyes for a moment, Spike clearly reading what she meant.

Spike tilted his head to one side and narrowed his eyes, his face softening into a wide smile.

She smiled as she relished the warm feeling inside her that she got when he smiled at her that way.

"Good. We need a hand out here." Giles turned and left.

Buffy smiled at Spike one last time before following Giles out of the door.


An hour later and Buffy had witnessed three failed attempts to make the forgetting draught, she mused that the spell clearly didn't want anything to do with her and Spike and that it was fine with her.

Working her way across the room for the fifth time that hour she steadily made her way back to the bathroom and looked in on Spike. He turned his head as she appeared and flashed her a brilliant smile. She rolled her eyes and gave a sideward glance to the living room, silently making it clear to him that it wasn't going well in there. His wide smile softened as his look turned tender and she felt her cheeks colouring as she smiled back at him.

Heaving a sigh, she let her shoulders sag and walked back out into the hall again, heading back to where Willow and Giles were muttering and playing with herbs.

"Yay…" Willow bounced as the liquid in the bowl changed colour and a foul odour polluted the air. "Eech…not yay…"

Buffy held her nose and watched Willow scanning the book, her finger moving swiftly down the page and then pausing near the bottom.

"Apparently…it's how it's supposed to smell." She looked apologetic as Giles frowned and opened the windows, and Buffy looked like throwing up.

She neared the table and looked down at the brown wooden bowl. Willow smiled and headed into the kitchen, taking down two mugs she paused as Giles stared hard at her.

"You are not putting that foul smelling stuff into my cups."

Willow glared at him and then relented. "Fine, you choose the mugs."

Giles went into the kitchen and scoured the cupboards, taking down the 'kiss the librarian' mug that was now well and truly Spikes and a 'librarians are sexy' one. Buffy arched a brow at them as he bought them over, she watched Willow slowly fill them both to the brim and then place them down on the table.

"There, all done." Willow smiled triumphantly.

"Here goes nothing then." Buffy took a deep breath as she stared at the two mugs in front of her, her heart pounding against her chest and her mind wondering what course Spike would take.

Picking them up, she carried them carefully into the bathroom and placed them down on the dresser. She turned to see Spike's face hard, his brows knit as he breathed in the smell of the potion.

Buffy walked over to him in silence, unchaining him and watching him as he stepped out of the bath. Picking up the mugs again, she handed one to him and stood opposite him as her eyes met his.

Spike frowned down at the nasty yellow liquid he was holding and then met her eyes, he could clearly read in them what she was going to do and he sighed before nodding at her.

They kept their eyes fixed on each other's as they raised the mugs up, Buffy's heart pounding hard enough that Spike swore he could feel it reverberating in his chest like it was his own. She took a deep breath as she read in his eyes everything he felt about her and she knew it had nothing to do with the 'my will be done' spell that Willow had miscast, his feelings for her were real, just like hers were for him.

Spike cocked his head to one side as he saw her emotions dancing in her eyes; smiling at her he waited for her to make a move.

Buffy reached for Spikes hand and held it tight as she let her green orbs play on his clear blue ones, communicating to him just what they had to do.

Moving closer to each other, they smiled as they tipped the mugs, letting the yellow draught stream from the cups and spiral down the drain.

Their feelings and memories intact, their smiles widened into grins and they let the mugs rattle into the sink as their arms wrapped around each other.

As they kissed each other, they felt the world drop away again until it was only them and their feelings.

The Bedroom chapter 1

Buffy watched the water swirling down the drain, the bubbles sucking into the whirlpool as it span faster until the contents of her bath had disappeared. She heaved a sigh as she wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself. Part of her was happy to be back home, house sitting for her mother while she was away in Los Angeles, the other part of her felt intensely lonely being in the house with no one for company.

Her thoughts turned to the course they had taken all week, she wondered where Spike had gone and the tiny voice in the back of her head told her again that the only reason he'd done all those things with her was to get free of Giles' bathroom and escape them.

It had been a week since she'd seen him, a week since she let him go free, a week since their last encounter and two weeks since they had poured the forgetting spell down the drain. Now she couldn't stop thinking about him, she swore she kept catching glimpses of him on patrol, in the streets in broad daylight, a brief flash of platinum blond and then nothing.

Holding herself she headed down the stairs to the living room and walked through it into the kitchen, her slipper coated feet making no sound on the cold floor. She turned the radio on as she rifled the cupboards for something to eat, she'd hoped that Willow and Xander would come over to spend the night watching videos and eating popcorn but they'd both been busy.

Buffy turned the faucet on and picked up the coffee pot. Staring blankly at the water as it swirled down the sink, she let her eyes unfocus and couldn't help thinking about the potion her and Spike had poured ceremoniously down the drain.

A chill ran up her spine and she shuddered.

Looking around she saw the back door was wide open, the cool night air drifting into the house bringing with it the scent of damp earth. She frowned as she turned back to look at the coffee pot, now overflowing with water.

Just as she went to place it into the sink, someone assailed her from behind. Letting out a squeal as she struggled against her captor and dropped the coffee pot into the sink, Buffy felt her heartbeat accelerate and the adrenaline flood her veins as her senses reached out to get a fix on the species attacking her. Her blood screamed vampire and suddenly she was spun around and lifted onto the island, landing with such a force that she jolted her coccyx.

"Jesus, Spike!" Buffy gasped as she came face to face with him, his amber eyes narrowing on her in a hungry look as he tilted his head to one side. Her eyes immediately travelled over his body, his long leather duster nowhere to be seen he was standing before her in only his tight black t-shirt and jeans.

She rolled her eyes closed as he leant in close to her, sniffing her neck and eliciting a low rumble in his throat as he did so. Feeling her knees weaken she was suddenly thankful he'd placed her on the kitchen island, there was something possessive about the noises he was making and the fact he was in game face, something deeply territorial and it made her stomach squirm with his signature.

As he nuzzled her neck she felt his fingers dig into her waist, holding her tightly as his lips pressed against her soft skin, his tongue darting out to taste her. Buffy furrowed her brows and let her hands slide up his arms, coursing over his tensed muscles and coming to rest on his t-shirt clad shoulders. She couldn't deny the burning feeling inside her, his constant growling made desire course through her veins--the way he was acting thrilled her, affirming his dominance of her without uttering a word and she was powerless to resist him.

Buffy gulped as she felt his fingers leave her waist, his nails trailing down her skin and his hands finally coming to rest on her inner thighs. As he applied pressure, she took a deep breath and obeyed him, spreading her legs and letting him settle in between them. Her body flushed with a prickly heat as his hands glided around to her bathrobe covered backside and he forcibly pulled her towards him, snarling at her as his hips met hers.

As Spike licked her neck, she felt her thighs quivering with anticipation, her body aching for him as she imagined his teeth in her neck while he buried himself in her heated depths.

Leaning her head to one side, she swallowed noisily and listened to him inhale deeply, the low rumbling in his throat continuing as he caught the scent of her arousal. She gave in to the feeling of him dominating her, letting her legs open wider and showing him just how far her could go with what he was doing. She bit her lip as his hands left her backside and she heard him unbuttoning his jeans.

Grasping his shoulders tightly she wrapped her legs about his waist as his cock slipped into her, arching her back as she felt it filling her up and letting her breathing turn heavy as he started to move inside her. Holding onto him she felt a thrill run through her as he placed his hands on her backside again and buried himself deeper inside her, getting as close to her as he possibly could.

She closed her eyes and felt the fire burning in her abdomen, his vampire signature heightening everything she was feeling and making her heart race as she anticipated the feeling of his fangs marking her as his. Buffy sighed out her breath as he thrust inside her, playing out a slow rhythm as he licked and kissed her neck. She tightened her muscles around his cock as he pushed back into her, causing him to growl into her ear as his fingers dug into her back.

Her head fell backwards and she moaned as he slowly pounded into her, something about the slow aching rhythm made his movements seem predatory and animalistic, more so than if he had taken her roughly and quickly. It was purposefully slow, filling her up and making her want him and no one else, sating his desire to mark her as belonging to him.

As he nipped at her flesh with his blunt teeth, she wrapped her legs tighter around him, forcing him to thrust deeper inside her and moaning softly as he snarled into her skin--making it vibrate with his possessive growl. She trembled around his cock, shaking in his arms as she edged towards ecstasy, surrendering herself to him and giving in to the delicious feeling of being unable to resist his demon.

Buffy skimmed her hands over his shoulders and up to his neck, letting them slide around the back of his head as she guided him towards the softer flesh of her neck. He growled as she settled his lips where her pulse was closest to the surface, her heart beating out an ever quickening rhythm as her body clenched his cock.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy frowned and sighed it out with a shudder when he licked her neck, his tongue pressing hard into her skin. Her body pressed against his as he continued to pump her slowly, his hips curling as he delved into her. She held him tighter in her legs, her body spiralling towards a precipice as his hand worked to loosen her belt.

His cool fingers caused a sweep of goose bumps to follow them as they travelled over her hot skin, making trails in the beads of sweat lingering on stomach as they moved up towards her breast. She gasped and moaned as his hand cupped it, his hard fingers teasing it and making her skin tingle as he suckled on her neck.

Holding his mouth to her neck, she bucked her hips against him, tensing her muscles around his length and listening to him growl low in his throat as a response. She smiled lazily as he yanked her towards the edge of the counter and picked up speed, his hips meeting hers in an ever quickening rhythm as his fingers kneaded her breast, plucking and teasing her nipple into painful hardness as he kissed her neck persuasively. She could feel him tensing, his body nearing climax as she neared hers.

Mouthing silent words, she gulped at the air as he pounded into her, his movements becoming rough and dominant as he snarled into her neck. She grasped the back of his head and moved his mouth down to the soft flesh above her collarbone as she tilted her head one side. Tingles arced along her nerve endings as he nuzzled her neck making it evident that he knew what she needed from him, his cock slamming into her and making her ache for release as the room was filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping and her panting.

Buffy clung to his shoulders as he curled his hips, his length filling her with each long stroke and hitting deep inside her, causing a sweep of tingles like a mini orgasm to ride out from her abdomen with each thrust. Her fingernails scraping his skin as she ran her hands down to his biceps, she dug them in deep as she felt her tightness evaporate, her body becoming limp as the wave of orgasm swept through her and buzzed in her veins.

She clenched her muscles down hard on Spike's cock and let her contractions milk it as he continued to thrust into her, and then bit her lip hard as he roared into her ear before biting down on her neck, his razor sharp teeth tearing into her soft flesh. Feeling him pulling her blood from her hungrily at the same time as he released his seed inside her, she moaned and let her head fall back; her hands slipping from his arms as she slumped into his tight embrace and let him do with her what he wanted to.

Spike felt his head spin as he came, her blood running down his throat and warming him as he spilt his load into her with ever slowing thrusts. He felt his knees weaken under the intensity of it, the thought that she had let him bite her was overshadowed by the fact she had let him have her, let him make love to her in his vampire guise. She had willingly surrendered herself to his demon, had let him do as he wanted to do, had let him mark her as his.

Releasing his fangs from her neck, he purred as he licked the wounds clean, savouring the sweet taste of her blood and making the most of it in case he never got another chance. He was breathing heavily as he pulled back to look into her eyes and was hit hard in the chest as he saw they were smiling at him, albeit slightly dazedly.

Buffy ran her thumb across his lower lip and captured all the blood smeared there before letting him lick it clean. She cupped his cheek as his chest heaved, his yellow orbs speaking volumes to her as they stayed locked in each other's eyes.

She leant forwards and kissed him briefly on the lips.

"I missed you too." Buffy breathed and watched him shake his head, putting his demon away and returning to human guise.

Spike smiled sheepishly at her.

She let a wide smile play on her lips as his amber eyes became clear blue once more, his expression was beautiful; full of awe and tenderness as he looked at her, an awkward edge to his body language that almost made her giggle since they were still so intimately entwined.

Dipping his head Spike kissed her gently, letting his tongue play softly against hers as she wrapped her arms around him. A split second later, she pulled back and looked at him in horror.

"Oh my god! My mother prepares food on this surface…" She let her eyes grow wide as she pictured her mother cutting vegetables where they had just made out.

"No harm, love…not like she'll ever know…" Spike smiled at her and she let her eyes close briefly as it hit home how much she'd missed the sound of his voice. "She'll continue to cook here, blissfully unaware of her daughters sexual misdemeanours."

"I'll know…hey…" Buffy pouted and held him tighter to her, his length still inside her. "Where've you been?"

"Look at that lip…" Spike captured her mouth again and kissed her for a few moments before pulling away to answer her question. "Was busy…had to find a place to kip."

"So you couldn't come see me?" She pouted again and watched his eyes play on her mouth.

"What, with Willow hanging about…yeah…can see it now 'don't mind me, red, just gonna shag your friend--oh didn't you know we're lovers'…" Spike arched a brow and pulled his length out of her, tugging his jeans up and tucking himself away before resting his hands back on her hips.

"Lovers are we…" Buffy smiled as he raised his brows, his eyes moving to settle on her neck where he'd just bitten her and she knew by his look they were more than just lovers. "You could have come see me on patrol…"

"Was…busy…love…" Spike said slowly, wondering if it would sink in this time.

"Heard you the first time and busy doing what exactly?" She weaved her fingers into his hair as she lured him back to her neck, her body itching to feel him tasting her skin again.

"Finding…" Spike kissed her neck. "A place…" He licked the wounds and relished the taste of her and the fact she was letting him go near her neck again. "To stay…"

"And did you?" She licked his earlobe and pulled it into her mouth to suck on it.

"Yep…pretty little crypt with a view."

"Ooh…can I see it?" Buffy cooed as she leant back and he smiled winsomely.

"Maybe." He looked thoughtful for a moment and arched a brow at her as she released him from her legs. "I find it highly interesting that you never uninvited me."

Buffy blushed and tried to find a way to evade his question. "I find it highly interesting what you did just now…what was that all about…"

"The truth?" He tilted his head to one side and placed a cigarette in between his lips, noting quietly that she didn't move to stop him as he lit it.

She nodded.

"Been keeping an eye on you all week, watching you with your friends, in the cemetery, down the Bronze…struck me that not once did you look at a man…"

"I looked at Xander." Buffy smiled coyly, more satisfied with the answer that he'd been following her rather than being busy the whole time.

"Like I said, not once did you look at a man, not even that tin soldier when he made a one time appearance…got me thinking." He took a long drag on his cigarette and let the blue grey smoke curl slowly out of his mouth. He stubbed his cigarette out before looking into her eyes, his tone low and sultry. "You're mine, Buffy."

She pondered several reactions to his statement but settled on the honest one.

"I'm yours?"

He nodded and took a step towards her, his hand coming to rest on her cheek.

"You're mine, like I'm yours." He looked deep into her eyes and watched them sparkle with curiosity.

"You're mine?" Buffy couldn't help questioning him, there was something fascinating about the soft look he had on his face, his blue eyes closely watching her every movement.

Spike brushed his cheek against hers and moved to kiss her neck.

"Can't stop thinking about you, you're everywhere I turn, keep thinking I see you in the strangest places." He whispered softly into her ear. "Tell me you haven't been doing the same thing."

Buffy watched him pull back to look at her, she met his eyes and didn't deny his words. She just swallowed noisily.

"So why the…" She bucked her pelvis slightly and smiled wickedly as his eyes settled on her exposed body.

"Wanted you…knew you wanted me as much…had to have you, all of you, had to…couldn't stop myself. Watched your mum leave, knew you'd be alone…didn't want you to be alone but had to make you mine…something deep in me…" He pressed his hand to his chest. "Deep down inside told me to do it, I needed to do it, love…had to make you mine…"

"You've said that twice now…" She smiled at the boyish look on his face. "What are you saying…by my surrendering to you, that made me yours somehow…"

"Nope, just you letting me do that to you…letting me in whilst I'm showing my true colours…that let me know you were mine…you letting me go so far was just…bloody amazing." He grinned sheepishly and she caught him around the back of his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers and capturing his lips.

She broke the kiss and frowned questioningly.

"So this is about possession…you stake your claim…I stake mine?"

He smirked and pulled her up close to him, her hot body resting flush against his. "There'll be no staking by you, pet."

Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him and leant into him, causing him to stumble backwards and hold her tightly to support her weight.

"So…" She started as he kissed her neck and carried her into the living room, her naked body resting against his clothed one. "…You didn't want me to be alone?"

"Don't want my baby to ever be alone…especially not in a big old house with lots of bad men in the world…" He purred as he swiftly moved through the living room towards the stairs.

"Takes one to know one." Buffy giggled as her stomach heated through over being termed his baby and watched him scowl as he looked at her and started up the stairs. "Mmm…you're the evillest."

Spike paused and smashed his mouth against hers, kissing her hard as a reward for what she'd said. He pressed his forehead against hers as he continued to walk up the stairs.

Buffy looked at her surroundings glide by as he carried her to the top of the stairs and paused. She let her fingers stroke his strong back gently as he looked up the hall both ways.

"Where we going?" Buffy purred into his ear as she kissed it softly then trailed her kisses down his neck, nipping him occasionally.

"Want you…" He replied quietly, trying to get a fix on her bedroom.

"You just had me…" She pointed in the direction of her bedroom and smiled as he started towards it.

"Said I'd be good to you…going to show you just how good I can be." Spike sighed as she continued to kiss his neck, her tongue tracing patterns on his skin as he carried her into her bedroom.

The Bedroom chapter 2

Placing Buffy down on the bed Spike moved back to the door and closed it, when he turned back around to face her she was sitting watching him, her eyes large and innocent. Spike smiled and moved around the room, opening the blinds and letting the moonlight filter in and bathe the room in its pale blue light.

Buffy's breathing hitched in her throat as he looked down at her, the soft light playing on his face and accentuating his sculptured features as his eyes narrowed gently on hers.

"You're beautiful." Spike murmured as he blinked into her eyes, her lips twitching into a soft smile that was warmer than any he'd seen her give before.

"Was about to say the same thing." She sighed up at him and let her eyes trace the curve of his cheek and follow it down to his chest.

Reaching out to him she took hold of his hand and felt her stomach swirl with nerves as he moved to stand in front of her, all the times they had made out and this time she was nervous--there was something about the intensity of the atmosphere between them that made her mouth go dry and her heart race. She looked into his eyes for what seemed like the longest time as she realised what was happening, this time wasn't going to be about satisfying their desire for each other, this time was going to be different, this time he was going to make love to her. He was going to show her just what he could be for her, just what he was deep inside and just how he felt about her, and deep down inside herself she was scared that his feelings were different to hers.

Fingers trembling, she kept her eyes locked with his as she eased his t-shirt up, gradually exposing the milky white skin of his stomach and the taut muscles of his torso. She closed her eyes as she leant towards him, pushing his t-shirt upwards and following it with soft wet kisses on his skin.

Spike inhaled sharply as her lips met his body, teasing his skin with their warmth and their wetness. His head falling backwards he peeled his t-shirt off over his head and then looked down at her, her eyes were large and tender as she ran her hands up his body, and slowly rose to stand before him. She let her bathrobe fall away to reveal her shapely form to him, the curve of her waist as it dipped inwards and then swelled out into her hips, her soft breasts rising and falling with each steadying breath.

Buffy felt the heat in her stomach explode as he narrowed his eyes on hers, his head tilting gently as he let his lips play into an affectionate smile. She struggled to breathe under the intensity of his look, his feelings easily readable in his expression and the moonlight making him look like an angel rather than a demon. Taking a step forwards she pressed her palms to his chest and coursed them upwards, settling them around the back of his head as he bent down to her and kissed her neck. Her head rolled to one side as he breathed softly on her neck, licking and tasting the mark he had placed on her--it was clear to her now what it was, it was a claim, he'd made her indelibly his.

Her body warmed at that thought, tingles racing along her spine and causing her to melt into his arms. Holding him to her neck, she licked his shoulder, kissing along it towards his collarbone and following that to his neck. She ran her tongue lightly over the same area that he'd bitten her, kissing it gently before wrapping her mouth around it and sucking hard. She flushed with a prickly heat as he growled low and guttural into her throat; it drove her on, making her want to claim him back. Applying pressure with her blunt teeth, she sucked hard on his neck, not breaking the skin but using her slayer strength to make a large purple welt. She smiled as she pulled back and saw the mark she'd made on him, a love bite for a vampire.

Spike closed his eyes tight as she sucked on his skin, he could feel her bruising his flesh and knew what she was doing and it only made him want her more, the idea that she was claiming him sending his desire spiralling out of control.

"Buffy…" Spike breathed into her ear and nipped her neck with his blunt teeth.

"Spike…" She kissed his jawbone and pressed her cheek against his.

Taking a step back, she let her hands run down his body as he stood watching her with a hawk like expression, his eyes closely following her every movement. On reaching his belt, she deftly unbuckled it and popped the top button of his jeans before pulling them apart hastily, rapidly popping the rest of the buttons in quick succession. Spike arched a brow as she slowly pushed his jeans down his legs, her eyes coming level with his cock and he stopped breathing in anticipation as she moved towards it.

Wrapping her lips around his still hardening cock, she rolled her eyes closed as Spike moaned above her, her thighs ached and she squeezed them together to make the most of the feeling dwelling there.

Spike caught her around he chin and gently drew her back up, making her stand before him as he raked his eyes over her body. Kicking his feet out of his jeans, he caught hold of Buffy and scooped her up, settling her down on the bed so her head rested on the pillows. Buffy let her eyes focus on Spike as her heartbeat accelerated and her breathing came faster.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, kissing upwards from her feet and slowly coming to settle between her thighs. Buffy smiled warmly as his eyes came level with hers, his cool hard body barely brushing her warm skin as he looked down at her.

Staring into her eyes for a moment, he swore he felt his heart leap into his mouth at the tender look she was giving him. Spike bit his lip and watched Buffy do the same; both clearly nervous about letting their feelings come out to play.

Spike was the first to make a move; he dipped his head and pulled her lower lip into his mouth, sucking on it before pressing his lips against hers. She kissed him back instantly, her tongue slipping easily into his mouth and tangling with his, fighting against him as she arched her body against his.

Slowing the kisses he smiled as Buffy whined, her body pressed hard against hers showing him how desperate for contact she was. He caught her wrists and placed them up above her head, holding them there with one hand as he lowered his head and kissed her breast. She rolled her eyes closed as he watched him, his tongue teasing her nipple and wetting it, his cool breath causing it to grow pert and his lips wrapping around it, suckling it greedily as his eyes closed in contentment.

She struggled to free her hands, wanting to cradle his head to her breast and watch him suckle them in the way he was doing right now. Spike opened his eyes and gave her a sideward look as he tightened his grip on her wrists, her fascinated look struck him hard and he sighed out through his nose as he tugged on her nipple hungrily, wanting to taste her flesh.

Unable to hold him to her with her hands, Buffy settled for wrapping her legs around his waist, her feet hooking together and holding him in place. She smiled as he moaned against her breast and continued to swirl his tongue around her nipple where he held it in his mouth. Letting her head tilt to one side she smiled warmly as he watched him, his movements gentle and tender as he paid homage to her breasts, she realised there was something maternal that he'd kicked off in her, some part of her he'd touched with his boyish look and the obvious pleasure he got from suckling her breast.

Spike frowned, although she was holding him tightly in her thighs she wasn't making any moves that said she wanted him, she was still as a mill pond under him. Looking up he caught the soft look on her face, her eyes watching him with tender affection and her lips playing into a sweet smile.

"Beautiful…" Buffy breathed and felt him release her hands, his head moving so he was above her again.

Spike felt warm inside, his feelings rising inside him, drawn out by her look and the emotion with which she'd spoken that word.

"Say that again…" He narrowed his eyes on hers, trying to discern whether she was telling the truth because she'd sounded like she was.

Buffy reached her hand down and caught his cheek, her fingers stroking the hollow of it as she lured his mouth down to hers. She kept her eyes locked on his.

"Beautiful…" Buffy whispered into his mouth and pressed a light kiss against it.

Spike screwed his eyes shut and felt words of poetry flutter to the tip of his tongue. Dipping his head, he brushed his lips against hers; barely touching them as he felt her sigh into his mouth and her arms encircled his neck.

Buffy rolled her eyes closed as she let her fingers play in the short hair on the back of his head, her lips aching under his gentle kisses and her heart expanding with every second until she felt it was going to burst.

Moving her hips up to meet his, she rubbed herself gently against his length, teasing him with her body as she melted under his tender kisses. Spike dipped his hips and held his length in his hand, slowly guiding it into her velvety depths and sighing out his breath as their hips gradually met. Buffy smiled wide as she felt him slipping into her, filling her up as he settled close to her.

Keeping his mouth playing tenderly with hers Spike leant down on his elbows and slowly thrust into her, enjoying the quiet intimacy of being alone in her house together, in her bed. Buffy opened her eyes and pulled her head back, her eyes meeting his as he moved against her and her feelings hitching in her throat, for once they didn't have to hide, finally they had the time to let their feelings for each other play out and open up.

Smiling down at her Spike gently smoothed her hair as he curled his hips against hers, her soft golden hair falling through his fingers like silk as their bodies brushed against each other. As she smiled back at him warmly Spike dipped his head and caught her kiss swollen lips again and wrapped his fingers around her shoulder, holding her firm as he pushed his length up inside her.

Buffy sighed into his mouth as his movements became stronger, their skin sticking to each other as they moved together and her hips rising up to allow him deeper access.

Spike kissed down her jaw to her neck as she raised her hips, her muscles holding his cock firmly as he thrust deeper inside her until he was buried to the hilt with each stroke. He nuzzled her neck and made his strokes longer and faster, listening to her heartbeat as it accelerated along with his motions and her breathing as it became shorter and quicker.

"Spike…" Buffy whispered as she let one arm hold his chest to hers as her other hand settled on the back of his head, ensuring his mouth wouldn't leave her neck.

Spike growled softly and licked her throat, savouring the salt of her sweat like it was her blood. He revelled in the taste of her skin, the way he could sense his mark on her and the way she clung to him as he moved inside her.

He thrust harder into her, still keeping his movements deliberately slow but reaffirming what he could do to her and what they were doing, making sure she realised just how gentle he could be for her.

Buffy smiled as his cock struck deep and hard inside her, knowing he was expressing how powerful he was but how tender he was being. She wriggled her hips slightly and craned her neck to kiss the welt on his neck as a response before sighing into his ear.

Holding his demon back, Spike moved his kisses away from her neck and back around her jaw to her mouth. He kissed her fervently as he increased their rhythm again, building it up gradually as her thighs squeezed him tightly and her muscles clenched his cock. Spike growled against her mouth and listened to her mewl underneath him, the feeling inside him intensifying as he caught scent of her increasing arousal. Frowning hard, he pushed his demon back down and let his lips part as she bucked underneath him.

She couldn't help herself, his obvious struggle was causing his signature to grow stronger in her stomach and it made everything she felt more potent. Buffy moaned up at him as he frowned, his eyes closed and lips parted in concentration. She bucked her hips and milked his cock, clenching her muscles around it as he thrust into her. Looking past him to the ceiling she realised he was the first man she'd had in her bed and it made her smile, he seemed to be giving her a lot of first times--first bathroom stall sex, first tied up sex, first non-missionary sex, first kitchen counter sex. She tugged his head back down to her neck as she heard him growl again, her body flushing with a prickly heat and her thighs quivering against his as it swept through her.

"Let go, baby…you'll still be making love to me…" Buffy whispered into his ear and felt him shift as he growled.

Spike couldn't stop himself, the way she was opened up to him and the scent of her arousal and desire were getting to him. As she offered her neck up and told him it would be okay he couldn't hold his demon back, it wanted her as much as his human side. Slipping into game face, he licked her neck as he continued to move inside her, his rhythm increasing as he listened to her heart racing.

Buffy arched her back into him and let out a long moan as he suckled her neck, teasing her with his tongue and building up the anticipation until it was a tightly wound ball in her stomach. Leaning her head to one side she tightened her body around his length and pressed her damp skin against his, waiting for him to sink his teeth into her neck.

Spike held back, wanting to wait until after she'd come to drink from her. He nipped at her neck gently and suckled her skin, tasting the tiny trace of blood that leaked from the scratch.

Buffy mewled under him and he bought his face level with hers, she smiled at the sight of his amber eyes and sharp teeth, his look hungry. Running her fingers over his brow she bucked her hips up hard against his and watched him smile at her, his eyes turning back to blue as his skin smoothed back into his normal guise.

"Hey…" Buffy ran her finger over his lower lip and smiled as he sucked it into his mouth.

Spike curled his hips up and watched her eyes widen as he struck deep inside her, his pelvic bone slamming against her clit with each thrust.

"Ungh…" She breathed as her arms grasped the hair at the back of his head, pulling him down to her and kissing him hard as she felt the familiar feeling building up inside her.

She rolled her eyes closed as he continued to slam against her arousal, sending small shockwaves riding along her nerves with each meeting of their hips, the tip of his cock hitting deep inside her as she clenched her muscles around it.

Spike growled low in his throat and thrust harder, his desire for her building as his emotions became sucked into the moment, heightening everything. Pushing up inside her again he opened his eyes, feeling her tightening around his length and knowing she was as close as he was, he wanted to see her eyes, wanted to be lost in them as they tumbled over the edge together.

Balancing on a precipice and waiting to fall, Buffy met his eyes and felt her heart swelling again, the gentle look he held in them belying the killer inside and she lost the ability to see him as evil after everything he'd done to show her how good he could be.

"Want to see you…" Buffy smiled and watched him smile knowingly, remembering what they had done in Giles' bathroom.

"Only if I see you too…" Spike smiled.

Running her fingers down his cheek she sighed into his eyes as she felt his cock thrust into her, her muscles tightened hard around it and the feeling in her stomach exploded, letting warmth run through her body and melt her in the process. She was captivated by his eyes as she came, her muscles milking his cock and her feelings rising to the surface.

Spike swallowed hard as he watched her emotions playing out in her eyes, willing himself to stay fixed on them he let himself go with her, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he came in short bursts. His hips slowing he kept his eyes locked with hers and marvelled over how he felt, in all his long unlife he couldn't remember ever feeling so close to someone, couldn't remember making love.

Buffy craned her neck and kissed him gently, letting her tongue run along his lower lip before capturing his mouth with hers and savouring the feeling of their bodies still entwined. She felt like she was melting underneath him, like he'd reached in and caught hold of her soul and had touched it deeply, tenderly. Her heart leapt into her throat and she smiled as he pulled away, his expression reflecting the feelings he was experiencing.

Pulling her down to him, she rested his head against her neck and sighed as he licked the bite marks.

"Again…" Buffy exposed her neck to him and listened to his growl as it rumbled low in his throat like a purr.

Slipping into game face Spike sunk his teeth gently into her neck and continued to growl as he pulled her blood from her, their bodies still locked together and her heat warming him through. Removing his fangs, he suckled slowly on her neck, letting the holes gradually close as he drank from her. Spike didn't pull much blood from her, taking a small enough amount to reaffirm his ownership of her and let her take her pleasure from it. He kissed her neck and smiled lazily as she looked at him.

Buffy stroked his brow as his eyes grew heavy, she could see he was struggling to keep them open and gently shifted him to lay by her side.

Cradling his head to her chest as he lay beside her, his arm resting across her stomach, Buffy gently stroked his forearm with her fingers as she listened to his shallow breathing.

She watched him drifting off and looked around her dark room, the light of the moon fading as the night wore on and her heart swelling again as she rested her cheek against the top of Spike's head.

Feeling sure he was sleeping she held him a little tighter to her and closed her eyes briefly before looking down at him and smiling at the soft look on his face.

"I love you." Buffy whispered so quietly it was barely audible in the still room.

Spike nuzzled her chest and sighed.

Buffy froze and held her breath.

"Love you too, Buffy." He raised his head slowly to look at her, smiling as he saw her eyes wide with shock.

Biting her lip, she felt her feelings run away with her as it dawned on her what he'd said. Dipping her head towards him, she brushed her lips against his and smiled as she thought about the events that had lead to tonight and how her friends were going to react, after all as far as they knew they had taken the forgetting draught. Holding Spike tightly, she nuzzled his neck and sighed.

"You're mine, Spike." She kissed him as he arched a brow at her.

"You're mine, Buffy…" Spike kissed the wounds on her neck as he growled quietly.

Snuggling into his embrace and closing her eyes, Buffy let her lips play into a soft smile as she thought about how she had an entire weekend alone in her house to look forward to, alone with the man she loved.


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