Chapter 7

       Spike and Buffy walked along in silence the deserted streets of Sunnydale, arms still entwined, both deep in thought.  Buffy was trying to puzzle things out in her head, something that was proving more than she felt like dealing with at the moment. Her mind kept coming back to one thing, and one thing only. The fact that it was pretty high up there on the wiggy scale didn't help matters.  Sneaking a peek over at Spike, she noted that he seemed a bit somber. Well, for him anyway.  If there was one thing Spike was not, was a somber dead guy.  But she had to admit, he was a damn sexy, somber dead guy.

    "Spike, what was the deal with you and Angel?"

    She heard Spike sigh deeply. "Bit complicated, pet. Think we should suss this whole thing later."

    Buffy whipped around to face him.  "No, Spike, now. We suss now."

    "Fine." He moved to throw himself down with easy grace on the curbside, pulling her to sit beside him. Spike looked into her expectant face, taking another deep sigh, finding himself uncommonly nervous.  "You said you've been feeling residual stuff from that soddin' Halloween spell, yeah?" At Buffy's nod, he continued, finding his gripping reluctance not dissipating.  "Yeah, well, sometime between then and now, things became a bit more intense for me. Took me a while to figure out just what the hell was going on inside this here melon of mine."

    "Spike, could you just spit it out already?"

    He threw her an irritated look. "Getting there, pet, don't rush me.  Seems that spell did more than turn us into our costumes."

    "Well, I know that, but WHAT? Stop making with the cryptic, and spill."

    "What do you know about reincarnation, pet?"

    Buffy gave a startled look.  "No way! That's what you think happened?"

    Spike nodded, watching carefully for her reaction. The moon was thinly veiled by a smattering of clouds, but with his enhanced vision, her face was easily accessible to his unwavering gaze. He found her to be a study of seriousness, something at odds with the Slayer he usually knew. 

    "How do you know this?"

    He smiled wryly.  "Now that's the very question, isn't it?" Spike shrugged with casual nonchalance.  "Wasn't hard to figure out when my demon started going ape shit after the spell.  It seems the presence of the good sheriff disturbed the evil balance." 

    "How do you know it's not just something of a possessionage persuasion? All Exocist-y or something?"

    Another wry grin was sent her way, this one with a tinge of embarrassment. "I just do, pet. Demon here, remember? Think I could sniff out a demon possession."

    "Sooo...  you're saying you're the reincarnation of Wallopin Willie Lyndon?"

    "Yeah, William was."

    Buffy tucked her head in her hands in mental agony. "Ok, this is stressing some major brain cells here. William is... who? Oh wait, duh. William the Bloody. How stupid of me."

    Spike gave her hand a gentle squeeze, finding the next part difficult to admit, afraid of painting a clear picture of just exactly what he was.  "That's not it. William was my human self, bit of a poncy buggar. Not sure what I think about reincarnation and past lives, but I'm pretty sure about this"  

    "Ok, this is way wiggy talking about you as different people, when it's just YOU I'm sitting here, seeing and touching. Not so much with the liking here."

  "Yeah, figured you wouldn't."

    "So... who is in there now? What exactly are you? Well, besides a vampire."

    Spike looked pensive at that question, and a ghost of a smile shadowed his face. He refrained from making a crude comment, figuring Buffy needed honesty.  "I think before the spell, I was pretty much pure demon with a side of William thrown in for good measure. Now, I think it's an even toss up."

    She felt relieved at that, because she didn't want him to be evil, dammit!   And this conversation was WAY too strangely freaky and serious. But, she had to admit, it made a weird kind of sense to her. Only on the Hellmouth. "So, do you remember things as wee Willie, then?"

    "Oh, I think I'll be showing you just how wee I am NOT, little Slayer." Buffy watched as Spike did that thing where he suddenly oozed sex appeal, his body coiling as he leaned into her, smirking that damned smirk when he caught sight of the hopelessly dazed look on her face.

    Smugly satisfied and figuring her well and truly punished for daring to call him 'wee', he continued, "After the spell, things were going wonky for me. William was more dominant, and that's when I realized Willie was still there from the spell, lending a hand. They pretty much ganged up on the demon and beat it into submission.  As you can imagine, it wasn't happy. But, a status quo of sorts was established, and here we are. A tamed vamp for m'lady. Did you know we knew each other before, luv?" he sprung at her. 

    "Huh? Willie and Elizabeth?"  Spike nodded. "How did that work?"

    Spike shrugged. "Not privy to the details. Not sure I want to know. Just know we had feelings for each other before."

    "But... isn't Angel older than you?" At his nod, Buffy face grew confused. "I thought that dress was supposed to be from the 1700's."

    He pinned a disbelieving stare on her, one that had her fidgeting beneath its weight. "Who bloody told you that load of crap?"

    Buffy immediately went on the defensive. "The guy at the shop!"

    "Oh, you mean the same guy that turned half the kids in town into little demons? Sure. He's a reliable bloke, that one." Spike didn't even bother to veil his sarcasm. "Bet there are a lot of folks wondering just why their little Johnny suddenly is acting like a monster. Wouldn't do 'em good to know the truth, now would it?"  He laughed at his own mental image of a town full of unruly kids, the lingering affects from the spell making them a parent's worst nightmare. "Nah, that dress you had on was from the 1800's. Saw enough of them in my day to know."

    "Oh." Buffy immediately felt lame that her attempts to woo Angel had been totally off. Then a random thought struck her and she narrowed her eyes with suspicion.

    "How come you're all Mr. Information Guy? Are you channeling the Psychic Network or something?"

    He smirked in response, an infuriating grin that left little doubt that he knew exactly what he was talking about. Of course he did. He was Spike. "Just do. Come on, admit it. The first time you laid eyes on me, don't tell me there wasn't some spark of recognition, some flash of something that wasn't all about me being a vampire."

    Her face was thoughtful. "And here I just thought that was me and my teenage hormones." At Spike's widening smirk, she added, "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

    His satisfied grin was the only response she needed, sparking her back on tracking. "How come I'm not all knowledge having? That is so not fair!"

    "I suspect it's because your slayer self has beaten Elizabeth down to submission. Plus, it's possible you've had a few lives between Elizabeth and now, which might be distorting things. Just take my word for it. Willie and Elizabeth knew each other before."

    "How come your demon didn't do that to Willie?"

    "Told ya. William and Willie tag teamed the demon."

    "So couldn't you have had another life or two since Willie? And why is that like making perfect sense right now?" She shook her head in wry amusement.

    "Nah, not possible."

    "How come?" Buffy asked petulantly.

    "Because, pet. William may be dead, but he's not all gone."

    "OH MY GOD. Can we just call Shirley McClaine now, and get this over with?"

    Spike jumped to his feet suddenly, extending his hand down to Buffy.  She accepted it warily, allowing him to pull her to her feet. He leaned in close, his intoxicating scent brushing past her.  "Left one thing thing out, pet."

    "Huh?" Dammit, he had to stop doing that to her! Get her all lusty, then expect her to carry on a conversation. Her mind only seemed to have one track where Spike was concerned, and it was well entrenched in that one race.

    "Elizabeth and Willie knew each other, they definitely wanted each other, but here's a secret. They never had each other." Bending to her neck, he allowed his tongue to jut out, tracing a moist line up her jugular, breathing in the scent of her slightly salty skin.

    "Oh," she squeaked, her arms sliding up to entwine around his neck. "Too bad for them."

    "We're not going to have that little problem, are we?"

    "What problem?" she asked in a dazed whisper.

    "The having." The words were spoken in a smooth whisper into her ear, and Buffy could feel the tingles turning into shimmering shiver that rocked her body.  Spike continued to lay down a trail of moist kisses down her neck, Buffy closed her eyes in pleasure, tipping her head to the side to allow him further skin to worship.  "Or rather, the not having," Spike whispered.

    "Huh?" God, she REALLY hated when he did that.

    "That's what I thought." He drew back and trailed a finger gently down her cheek, tracing the contours and sampling the softness of her skin. "Come on, pet. Let's get off this street." Spike grabbed her hand, marveling at the complete trust she placed in him. And he knew just where he was going to take her.

++++

    Giles had just started on delightful new bottle of scotch when his doorbell rang.  Grumbling about late night visitors, he opened his door to Xander, Angel and Willow, all wearing identical looks of apprehension. Cordelia wore her usual bored expression, one that had barely wavered throughout the night.

    "G-man, there is something of monumental wigginess going on."  Xander didn't bother with a greeting as he brushed past the Watcher and threw himself down on the couch. He picked up the bowl of pretzels Giles was snacking on earlier, helping himself.

    "Good evening Xander, why don't you come in," Giles commented dryly, as the others walked in.  He looked at Angel, expecting him to get to the bottom  of things. "Perhaps you could enlighten me on this midnight visit?"

    "It's about Spike."

    "And shockingly, this does not surprise me." Giles crossed the room and resumed his vigil with his bottle of scotch, tossing his first tumbler full back easily. "Is Buffy in danger?"

    "She's with an evil killer Giles, you do the math." Xander's face was disdainful.

    "No, she's not," Angel admitted, shooting Xander a cold look.

    Giles sighed heavily. He turned to Willow. "Perhaps you have something to add to this?"

    "Uh... I have to admit, I've got a wicked case of suspicious about all of this. But Angel and Spike had a major vampire moment, so well, I don't know. Just figured we should fill you. What, with you being Buffy's Watcher and all."

    Twenty minutes and half a bottle of Scotch later, Giles felt better prepared to accept what Angel was telling him.

    "Reincarnated, you shay?"

    "Hey, Boozo the Clown, maybe you should trying laying off the sauce a little, don't you think?" Cordelia commented. "He's only said it, oh, twenty times since we've been here. Yes, re-in-car-na-ted."  

    "Cordelia!" Willow gasped, although personally agreeing that Giles had more than enough to drink.

    Rather than the reprimand that they expected to follow, Giles surprised them with an eruption of giggles.  Then he giggled once more, until he was almost incapacitated with laughter. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and he wiped at them with the heel of his palm. He was splayed weakly against back cushion of the couch, too weak from laughter to move. "Re-reincarnated," he managed to finally spit out, before succumbing to a whole new fit of hysteria.

    All they could do was stare. This was not like any Giles they had ever seen. This was scary. "What's his damage?" Cordelia finally asked.

    "Uh... I'm not quite sure." Willow was beyond wigged now, looking at Angel for guidance.

    Angel stared at the Watcher and felt a stab of pity for the man. He knew how it felt, having things happen beyond your control.  "Let's just go," he finally said, heaving himself stoically to his feet. 

    "We're just going to leave him like this?" Xander asked, gesturing to the hiccuping Watcher.

    "He'll be fine."

    "What about if he does a Jimi Hendrix or something?"

    "He'll be fine."

    "Ooo-kay," Xander replied, looking doubtful. "But if we find him dead tomorrow because he choked on his own puke, I'm so going to kick your ass."

    "Whatever."

    As they got up to leave, Giles called out , "What? Leaving so shoon?"

    Willow turned back. "Uh, yeah. We'll do the talking thing when you're not quite so, uh, happy."

    "Quite right. I'll be back to my dour self on the morrow, never fear. Cheerio." Giles raised his recently refilled glass of Scotch in their direction, then downed it in another quick gulp.

    Fleeing quickly, Willow let out a quick sigh of relief when the door slammed shut behind them, separating her from the spectacle behind it. "Ok, was it just me, or was that oogy creepier than seeing Spike and Buffy together at the Bronze?"

    "Way creepier. And I can't believe I just admitted that," Xander commented dryly.

    "So... back to the Bronze?"

tbc...

Halloween Trick or Freak

By Bloodshedbaby

Chapter 8
 

    Spike refused to tell Buffy where he was taking her, and Buffy found her nerves rocketing off into unchartered territory. Geez, she was the slayer, for crying out loud. He was a vampire. So why was she so damn nervous?  That non-verbal thingy Spike was doing, he was doing it to be annoying, she finally decided. When she didn't want his input, he never shut up. But now, when she could actually use the distraction of his snarky little comments, he clammed up. Stupid, annoying, vampire. Why was she even blinding following him anyway?

    Oh right, she was an idiot. Well, nothing new there. Really, she hadn't even considered NOT going with him, even though she knew this was IT. The moment. The maiden voyage.  As in, no more Virgin Buffy after tonight..., and oh god, did he know that? That she was a virgin?  What the hell  was she doing?  Did she really want this?

    She took a moment to really think about it, and to check with all those in current residence of Casa de Buffy.  'Slayer Buffy, you ready to lose your virginity to Spike? You know, vampire Spike?' she asked herself derisively, because hey, if Spike wouldn't do the talking thing, she might as well talk to herself.

    To her surprise, her slayer self actually responded. Huh. Throw a bit of color on her surprise, because she had no idea she could actually TALK to it, like it had a voice or anything. Figures it picked this one particularly delicious subject to speak up on.  And what it said shocked the hell out of her. It practically shouted "Oh, bring that primal piece of hunky goodness on." Whoa. She had no idea her slayer-ness was such a total slut bag. Of course, it HAD been around for, like, ever. And gee, how shocking was it that her slayer-ness had kept its cryptic mouth shut all those times she had done the major questioning thing of herself and her Chosen status? So typical. But, at least she had one ball in her court.

     Ok, so Slayer Buffy wanted Spike. One down, two to go. Buffy went on to the next contestant in her virtual Mating Game. 'Elizabeth Buffy, are you ready to lose your virginity to Spike, er, Willie?"

    Again, truly not expecting a reply, but now not making with the amazed when one was forthcoming. However, it was the content that shocked her.    Apparently, Miss. Elizabeth had lost more than a scant amount of Victorian values over the last few hundred years, now big with the scandalous.  Not that Buffy really blamed her. If she had to wait that long to get it on with Spike, she'd probably be talking like a total ho bag too.

    With realization suddenly dawning on her, she was aware that she had just gotten an answer from Contestant number three, making it an unanimous decision.  She wanted Spike. ALL of her wanted Spike.

    Feeling much better, now that she had taken care of that little inner turmoil, and gotten to know her internal roomies a bit in the process, a spring crept unknowingly into her step, and a small satisfied smile graced her full lips.

    "What was all that about?"

    "Huh? All what?"

    "Looked to me like you were having a wee bit of a conversation with yourself."  The look on his face surprisingly didn't border on the amused, more on the intense side. Was he always so intense? She couldn't remember.

    "You're right, I was." At the look her gave her which oddly looked nervous, she hurried to assure him, "Don't worry, I'm still all with following you anywhere.  Well, within reason, of course."

    He stopped and flashed her that dead sexy grin that always sent a bolt of electricity right to the pit of her stomach. Was it possible for a smile to conduct electricity? Wow. Because Spike could sure be handy during a  power outage, and ok, so she was really babbling. Why was he looking at her like that?

    "We're here, pet," he informed her softly, his eyes lighting up with barely restrained anticipation.

    "Here?" she echoed dumbly. Ach, she had to stop with the monosyllable not-so-witty replies. Yes, she did have her blonde moments, but the way she had been behaving lately, every waking moment had been a blonde moment. One looooong blonde moment.  Even she was capable of better. She tore her gaze away from that supercharged, megawatt grin and looked over. Oh. A door. Wow. "Where are we again?"

    "My place."

    "You have a place?"

    "Didn't think I'd take my girl to flea bag motel, did ya? Of course I have a place. Where do you think I bloody hang my hat? Oh buggarin' hell. Forget I just said that." His self disgust was in high evidence.

    And just like that, the growing tension was broken, and the better Buffy, the one who was capable of better forms of conversation, came out to play. Leaning forward, she allowed her arms to snake around his neck while coyly peering up into his slightly surprised face.  "So, Spike. I just have to ask. DO you have a hat?"

    A derisive snort erupted from his throat, as he jammed his key into the lock and threw the front door open.  Ignoring the peals of laughter behind him, he grabbed her hand and jerked her over the threshold. "Better get your ass in here, Slayer."

    "Well, do you?" she persisted, following Spike into his house, a grin lighting up her face.

    "Not bloody answering that."

    "You DO!!!" Buffy exclaimed, clapping her hands in potent delight. "Can I see it?"

    The glower he sent in her direction was almost comical.  "Oh, come on!!! I thought we were all couple-y now. Don't want me to think you were hiding things from me, do you? Huh? I mean, you obviously went and bought it and everything."

    "Dru got it for me last year." He stalked across the room and threw open the door to the hall closet, rummaging through its contents.  Buffy could see boxes practically bursting the seams of the small closet, and briefly wondered how anything could survive being squished in such a manner. Not like she had room to talk, her closet at home wasn't exactly a contender for the Good Closetkeeping of America award. Well, if there was such a thing.

    "I had wondered what possessed Dru to get me the bloody thing, then she threw such a fit when I tried to get rid of it.  I just figured she was off her bird or something, as usual. She'd make me wear the bloody thing, then sit and laugh. Thought the bitch was just making fun at my expense, yet again." Spike's spoke in a distracted manner as he searched through the boxes.

    "You think she knew?"

    "Yeah, I think she soddin' well knew. It's why she left without much of a fuss. Just looked at me sadly and said it was time.  I was too messed up from the bloody spell to argue, then when I came to my senses, I didn't really care much at all."  Buffy could tell by his body language that he had found it. He threw her a sultry look over his shoulder, asking in a light, teasing tone, "You ready, luv?"

    A greedy smile of anticipation curved across her lips, and she nodded eagerly. "Bring it on, baby."

    Keeping his back to her, he slid the black Stetson onto his head, tipping the brim down low over his eyes in instinctual deference to the non existent harsh rays of sunlight, before turning to face Buffy slowly.

    Her breath hitched in a sudden choked gasp, as a sudden image flickered and stuck in her mind, pale in intensity, but packing a powerful punch. She hadn't realized she had dropped back a step, as past and present collided in what was usually called her brain on a good day. There he was. Sheriff Wallopin Willie Lyndon, in the almost flesh.

    The eyes were different.  They should be hard flints of grey, piercing when they were pinned on her, darkening to near black when aroused by the intensity of his emotions.  The nose had been more pronounced, with multiple knobs along the bridge that were not the result of genetics, but worn with pride as a testament of altercations fought and won.  Rather than detracting, they just added character.

    But the sharp chiseled bones and the mouth were the same. Or almost.  Because well, it just wasn't  Spike.  But it was pretty close.

    Just as quickly as the image butt smacked her brain, it was gone; leaving her with a goofy grin splattered on her face. He was watching her, studying her face closely, his head tipped at just the slightest degree,  guaranteed to make her sigh with major swoonage.

    Speaking of swoonage, it was then that she realized it. The weird feelings that had been persisting since the spell, those wonky feeling of a delicate, well-mannered body invasion were... gone.  Cool. And even cooler?  She still wanted the major display of  cheekboney goodness in front of her.  it wasn't just the spell.

   The goofy grin fled, to be replace by her second coy smile of the evening as  she closed the distance that separated them with a sashaying tease of her hips.  "Hey blondie. Let's wrassle."

    Spike's thoughtful look turned into one sizzling with all kinds of promises of good things to come, and Buffy succumbed. Big time.  She was all kinds of succumb girl, as Spike reached for her.
 

tbc...

Halloween Trick or Freak

By Bloodshedbaby

a/n-many thanks to BlueIrish and Beanmommy for the plot guidance! And a HUGE bunch of thanks to the beta'ing of Spikeskat who helped this chapter you have noooooooooooooooooooooooo idea how much!!!!
 

Chapter 9
 

    Firm, determined mouth lips devoured hers as his hands lifted towards her face to cup her jaw. Her lips parted without hesitation. Angling his head slightly, Spike boldly plunged his tongue inside her mouth, eager to reacquaint himself with every minute texture of her mouth.

    'Whoa! Was it getting hot in here?' Buffy thought fleetingly. Her skin seemed to radiate heat as she succumbed to the intensity of his kisses, and found herself clamoring towards the cooling relief his bare skin could provide.  Spike released his hold on her face and slipped his arms around her back, pulling her firmly against his hard length. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his hands pull at her top, exposing her heated flesh to the cool air. Then his fingers danced along her bare stomach, his thumbs grazing the underside of her breast.

    She was so liking the vampire thing right about now.  The coolness of his hands felt decidedly wicked as they trailed across her burning skin, the sharp contrast in temperatures causing goose bumps to break out along her stomach.   Buffy sighed in pure pleasure as Spike's hands molded around her aching overly-full breasts, instinctively arching her body against them.  What she so didn't expect was for Spike to jerk back and stare suspiciously at her heaving cleavage still hidden by her shirt. Ok, so not what she thought second base would be like.  She was kind of expecting something... a bit more with the lusty and less with the suspicious.

    She was trying to figure out what his damage was, when Buffy suddenly realized what had prompted his reaction.  What the HELL had she been thinking? Why had she insisted on wearing a backless halter -top tonight? Oh, right! She was an idiot. Hey, can't say she wasn't anything but consistent. Another "blonde moment" had been taken hold when she had chosen her attire for tonight -and what to wear underneath.  Her mind had only seen fit to consider Spike's approval for the slip of silken absolutely-nothings she had slipped over her hips, and had totally  abandoned her for other important considerations...say, of the lingerie she would need to wear to pull off the look.

    Only one thing to do.  Play it off.  Because really, didn't EVERYONE wear these? Weren't they like, totally necessary pieces of fashion? Yeah, that's what she thought.

    "What?"

    "They're squishy." He eyed her chest warily, as if he were expecting her boobs to suddenly jump out of her shirt and attack him. Please! And he called himself a Master Vampire?

     Buffy glanced down at her chest, a cross between indignation and paranoia playing across her features. Realizing that everything was in place and as it should be, she raised her head to glare at him. Her mind played over what should be happening right now: kissing, kissing was definitely of the good; then something else... Nowhere in her fantasies did Spike appear... aghast at her lingerie. This little scenario they were currently enacting wasn't supposed to be part of the seduction scene.  Argh!.  Why was it that nothing EVER went easy for her? Did she have a sign pasted on her forehead that said, "Hey, I'm the slayer. Let's make things as difficult as possible. Hey, I can take it."

    Pasting an outraged look upon her face, she denied heatedly,  "No, they're not!"

    "They don't feel right."  His pointed stare was starting to seriously piss her off, causing Buffy to go on the offensive.

    "Spike, they're 'sticky boobs'. Do you have a problem with my sticky boobs?" The tone of her voice just dared the vampire to have a problem with them.

    "What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Sticky boobs? The slayer had definitely lost him now. They were squishy, not sticky, anyway.

    Feelings of inadequacy slammed through her without thought or prejudice, flushing her cheeks the color crimson. Trying to rise above her discomfiture, she turned around so her bare back was revealed to his befuddled, probing eyes. "I'm wearing a backless shirt, see? Not exactly something I can wear a bra with. Hence, the sticky boobs."

    Spike's lips quickly curled up into an  amused smirk. Gesturing in the direction of her chest, he stated, "Clever thing, that. It's like a bra?"

    "Yes, Spike. It's like a bra. There's a reason I called them sticky boobs, you know. Because they stick to my boobs." The sarcasm was rolling off her tongue in waves now. And she rolled her eyes at him, since her back was to him and he couldn't see what she was doing. What was he, twelve?   For being on this Earth for over a hundred years, Spike wasn't too quick on the uptake.

    "Well, let's get a gander at those little devils, shall we." That said, Spike slipped his arms around her middle and pulled Buffy back against him. She let out a slight squeak at the unexpected move, but did nothing to stop him, as his hands once again made the sinful journey under the silky confines of her halter top. The tip of his tongue slipped out between his lips the moment his hands curled around her "sticky boob"- clad breasts. Now he could discern just what she was talking about, the squishy cups stuck to her skin were pushing her breasts up. Bloody fabulous invention.

     Buffy's reaction was instantaneous; a delicious shiver that racked her body, as a surge of fire shot through her veins. Damn! She was getting hot all over again, as she stood there basking in the feel of Spike's cool skin against hers.  She knew her heart beat was echoing the desire flooding her body, she could hear it slamming against her chest in a frantic staccato. Her acute embarrassment fled in light of the spontaneous combustion she had just experienced, unconsciously arching into the hand  that cupped her unique lingerie with such practiced ease.  Wow, this was more like it. No more shocked Spike, just nice, yummy Spike...

    "There we are," Spike murmured, his cool breath caressing the sensitized skin at her nape. His lips continued their path to the narrow hollow above her clavicle, and Buffy allowed her head to drop back against his chest in an unconscious declaration of trust. His words whispered along her flesh as he continued placing light kisses along her exposed neck.,

    "These are real nice and all, but don't think we'll be needing them."

    Spike's hand left her aching breasts and ventured to the ties at her neck that held the skimpy top in place.

    And that's what brought Buffy crashing back to the Land of Reality. The stark actual concept of getting naked with Spike five steps past his front door just seemed... wrong somehow.  Stupid Elizabeth, maybe she wasn't as gone as she had let Buffy believe.  In fact, Buffy was sure Elizabeth had to be lurking around somewhere.  Because really, it couldn't be Buffy who was finding herself  becoming increasingly freaked  at the thought of just ripping their clothes off in the middle of the room and going at it, could it? Yep, that damn Elizabeth. Not Buffy at all, nope not a bit. And not a bit of denial in there, either.

    In a frantic plea to put an end to the delicious ravaging, and not lose her virginity in Spike's entry way in the process, Buffy found her hands flying up to grab hold of the wrists responsible for the major de-robing.  "Coffee," she blurted over her shoulder, mentally cringing at the utter lameness of that statement.

    Spike stilled his movements, and cocked his eyebrow up in that oh so damn sexy way. "Coffee." His tone indicated his disbelief at her left field request.

    Drawing herself up, she brought his hands down from their attempted untie-age and turned around to face him.  Nodding frantically, she said, "Yep, coffee. You know, nice caffeinated stuff? I  could do with something good to the last drop right about now, and everything. Kind of, uh..., tired?" Ok, she was so losing it, there was no question. If Spike laughed her out of his house, she wouldn't even blame him. And wow, it was kind of a nice house at that, which was yet one more thing at odds with Spike. She expected something dark and sinister; not this this nice sleek and moderny thing.

    A pure evil grin slithered across his luscious lips, and Spike wrenched his arms from her grasp and dug his fingers into her hips, jerking her hard against him. There was that bulge that was way too hard and prominent to ignore digging into her stomach, and she was held tight against it. There it was again, that confusion thing that was really starting to piss Buffy off, because he felt really good against her.

    To her chagrin, she let out a very un-cool squeak of surprise at the sudden manhandling. Why did  Schitzo Buffy keep  rearing her ugly unwanted head?   Why was she doing the freaking thing?  It's not like she was about to lose her virginity to her mortal enemy in the middle of said mortal enemy's front room, or anything. Oh  yeah. That's right. She was.

    Spike began to roll his hips against her in a slow, sensual way that only served to heighten her anxiety and double her confusion. "If you're looking for something that's good to the last drop, luv, I've got something for ya," he announced wickedly, brushing the wisps of hair away framing her face, as he tried to capture her eyes.

    Oh god! He was talking about that spermage thing! Schitzo Buffy was moving in for good now, no question about it. Sperm. Spike. Spike's sperm.  Spike's sperm in her. Sperm of Spike on her. Sperm.  Spike. Sperm. No more virgin Buffy. Sperm. Spike.

    It was then it truly hit home what she was about to do, and Buffy eyes flitted everywhere except in the direction that Spike was trying to will them, as a sudden and totally unwanted case of embarrassment slammed into her. Why the hell was she acting this way? It HAD to be Elizabeth.  Yep.  Guess things were never messed up enough for her; she had to have an extra side of freak with her sex.

    Spike picked up on her body's sudden request for more blood when her pulse rate suddenly sky rocketed, and took a moment to study her.    Something was off, the bint was doing the hot/cold routine. She wouldn't even look at him now.

    Taking a step back, he silently encased her hand in his, and led her into his favorite room, where his toys were. He realized she didn't even notice his grand displays of modern technology due to the fact the floor was too bloody well interesting. Well, time for that later.

    Without letting her in on his intent, Spike threw himself  on the rich leather sofa, tugging her along with him so that she was positioned comfortably on his lap.

    But, as soon as her butt came into contact with his erection, she stiffened in his embrace, and tried to scoot off his lap to sit beside him. He was getting too angry to notice her reddening cheeks.

    Spike growled, and held on, bringing her resistant back to settle against his chest.  "You're not going anywhere, so I suggest you just get soddin' well comfortable."

    Green eyes turned around to flash at him in anger, and it was then that he saw a glimpse of the problem.  The girl was nervous. He was scaring her. Bloody hell. Well, wasn't that a kick in the pants? Who would have thought that someone with as much power and raw sexual energy as his Slayer,  would be nervous? And with him? Truthfully, it stunned him. But he should have realized that for all of her self confidence, she was still a young girl.  Very young. Probably too young, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. Swinging his legs up on the couch in a smooth easy move, he settled to lie on his back and stretched out, easing her to lie down with him. He noticed the tautness of her body, and began stroking her hair in soothing, gentle gestures, allowing the silence to stretch out between them. This is the part they had skipped, this getting comfortable with each other part, and he was a soddin git for not realizing it.

     He was rewarded when he felt the muscles in her body lose their tense vigil, and she yielded to his ministrations, scooting her lithe, warm body around so she was snuggled against his chest.

    'Ok, this was better', Buffy thought, getting a little insight into why cats purred when they were being petted.  Because that's what she felt like doing, oh yeah, big time.  Now this was relaxing. Feeling Spike's smooth, steady strokes just... petting her.  This way she could be Avoidy Girl and not look at his face either, because she wasn't doing so hot with that one. Well, not that he wasn't HOT to look at, because he so was. She just didn't want him trying to read what was going on inside her head, when SHE didn't even know what was going on inside her head.

    So, he wanted her to get comfortable? Oh she was comfortable all right.  He made a nice, hard, muscular pillow. As in, veeeeeery muscular. She could feel all of those nice, sculpted, muscled goodness under her, and she had a sudden urge to check them out without the black t-shirt that kept them from her prying eyes. She bet he looked wicked good naked.

     And there went her uncertainty again.  She wanted him, but there was that... but hanging over her shoulder. Oh yeah, she had 'but face' but good.

    "How old are you, luv? Seventeen?" The deep timbre of Spike's voice broke Buffy's reverie, and her eyes sprung open. Huh? Oh, change of topic. Wow, where had that question come from? He didn't know how old she was?

    "Sixteen," Buffy mumbled, her eyes drifting shut once more .

    He quickly pressed a fond kiss to the top of her head before asking, "You a virgin, luv?"

    Spike could feel her body heat up with embarrassment, muscles becoming taut once more. Finally, she nodded warily against his chest.

    Ah. So that's what the girl's problem was. He hadn't even considered that.   "So what, ya didn't fancy being deflowered in my front room?"

    A nervous giggle burst forth. "Who says deflowered anymore?"

    Spike growled playfully. "You mocking my words again, pet?"

    Buffy lifted her face up to meet his questioning eyes, and Spike was pleased to see a glint of humor returned.  "Me? I mock nothing," she insisted.

    "Better not."

     This was more like it, Buffy thought.  She liked doing this couple-y thing, it made her decision to be with him so much easier. His next words surprised her though, yet another thing that didn't fit with the stereotype of an evil vampire. "We don't have to do this, you know. We can take our time, and all. Not planning on going anywhere," he told her gently.

    It was at that moment that Buffy realized just how much she did want Spike, all of him. That lingering but was no longer, well..., lingering. Her but had just been answered. She could see the blinding sincerity of his offer, and it was so at odds with what he was supposed to be, that Buffy fell just that much deeper into that scary Pit of Love. Ok, so guess it was time to let Action Buffy take over, and put Schitzo Buffy in her place.  She could do it.  First step, take a deep breath. Second step... do the asking.

    Alright, easier said than done.   Buffy was sooo going to have a severe talk with Action Buffy, because she was being all talk and no action, dammit.

    Ok, one more try. Do the take a deep breath thing, and...

    "So... wanna help me take off my sticky boobs?" she managed to ask.

     Luckily for him, Spike was a bit more quick on the uptake this time.  His evil smirk made its way onto his face, and he asked wickedly "Got someplace in mind, pet?"

    "Uh... maybe, like... your bedroom?"
 

tbc...

Halloween Trick or Freak

By Bloodshedbaby

a/n-I am sorry about the lack of updating lately!  I guess once a week just won't cut it, will it? *sighs*  I'll work on it, I promise! thanks for being patient! This is unbeta'd btw, so be warned!
 

Chapter 10 Part 1
 

    Spike just stood there.  For one of the first times in his long years on this earth, he found himself just too overwhelmed to move. The soft glow of moonlight  filtering in through the opened drapes hanging on the windows caused the expensive master bedroom to take on an ethereal gleam. The girl before him was outlined in shadows and shimmering light, making her  the most beautiful thing he had ever seen since he had been damned to the dark. But she was real enough, he only had to take  a breath of air through his nose to know that much.  With significant hesitation, he took the last steps towards Buffy, almost afraid to reach out, afraid he might wake up and this would be a dream.

    Because there was no turning back now. There would be no excuses made. No ridiculous requests for coffee.  The Slayer was going to be his.  That revelation gave him pause for just the slightest moment; the impact of it finally hitting him with the force of a suicidal sledgehammer. Oh, he knew he was going to shag the girl; he was gonna be the one to pop her cherry, even. But the other thing just smacked him upside the head. Waiting to feel the expected protestation from his demon, he found the beast oddly silent on the matter, apparently having given in and accepted the inevitable.

    The Slayer would belong to him. No, wait. Not the Slayer. Buffy would belong to him, he corrected.

    A rush of bittersweet tenderness coursed through him as he stared into her wide, nervous eyes.  Spike could see what his hesitation had cost him.  Her newfound bravado had been replaced by the familiar tenseness, blaringly obvious in the rigid set of her spine, and tightly crossed arms.  Well then, that wouldn't do.  That wouldn't do at all.

    Buffy watched as a virtual symphony of emotions danced across Spike's face. How she had ever thought he was indifferent, she had no idea.  But damn it, he was making her nervous. Here she was, all ready to be Action Buffy, and he was being Staring Spike.  Unconsciously, she folded her arms over her chest in a defensive manner. Too busy wondering how she always got herself into these things, she missed the blinding spark of possessiveness  that suddenly consumed him, rapidly followed by his trademark smirk.  She had no warning  before he suddenly reached out and wrapped his hands around her biceps, and pulled her sharply to him, pancaking her sticky boobs against the solid wall of granite known as Spike's chest.

    Well, ok. Now they were getting somewhere.

    Firm lips found hers, forcing her mouth open as his impatient tongue swept in, desperate to get a taste.  Buffy melted into him, a small, muffled moan escaping  as her body relaxed and succumbed to the pleasure that Spike was able to stir within her with merely a simple kiss. Ok, maybe not much with the 'mere'. More like holy-crap-worthy. Oh yes, no doubt about it. A holy-crap worthy kiss that turned her muscles to jelly and sent all her brain cells on a temporary retreat to the Land of Huh?

    Spike slid his hands down the length of her body before gripping her hips, moving her around so her back was flush against the front of his body, deliberately mimicking their embrace of earlier that had led to the ridiculous coffee request.

     Buffy let out a mewl of disappointment at the profound loss of his lips on her own, but allowed herself to remain pliant in his arms.  She quickly forgot her disappointment when he sensually brushed her hair to the side to reveal her neck, and began ghosting kisses along her sensitive flesh. Her eyelids fluttered closed as a pool of desire shot through her, a delicious ache building in the pit of her stomach.

    "I do believe this is where we left off, eh, pet?" he whispered into her ear, following with a gentle nibble to the lobe, careful to avoid the adornments of earring she wore.

     Buffy nodded helplessly, her ass instinctively grinding against Spike's erection, slowly circling her hips to increase the friction.    She gave a feminine smile of satisfaction at hearing Spike's sudden hiss at her bold actions. One strong arm suddenly wrapped  itself around her lower abdomen, fingers splayed against the taut expanse of exposed skin. He drew her tighter against him, his own body matching the rhythm she had set.  Whoa boy.  No need to watch Dirty Dancing anymore.  This was Dirty Dancing in the dirtiest, most delicious sense possible.

    "Gonna take your top off now, ok?"

    He watched for signs of the returning anxiety that had ruined their moment earlier, but was rewarded by a helpless nod.  'Good, just the response he was looking for', he thought smugly, his dexterous fingers making quick work of freeing the knot that kept the ties together. Buffy's breath hitched while she waited, all senses on heightened alert. Then, ever so slightly, a gentle breeze of cool air collided with her heated flesh as Spike slipped her halter top from her body. The contrast of coolness on her flesh suddenly reminded her she had a vampire behind her, and a sudden primal feeling of wantonness flooded her.

    A small tortured groan by the evil vampire in question when he saw her exposed before fueled her self confidence, and whatever nervousness was hanging around decided to take off for good.  Desire was here, and it really wanted to play. A lot.

    She felt him move away her, and Buffy experienced a brief second of loss when he removed his hands from her body, but her suffering was short-lived.  She was quickly jerked back against a nice chest. Oh, a now nice, firm, naked chest. She was so for the clothes removal goodness.  She was liking this, this 'standing with her back to evil' thing.  Her top off, neck bared, completely at a vampire's mercy. Oh yeah, she was liking this little scenario a whole lot.

    Spike hands found their way back to her sticky boob clad breasts, gently cupping his palm over each succulent mound, and her entire body arched into his greedy hands, her head falling back against his chest.  It was about time he addressed her sticky boobs, dammit. And why did this feel so much like deja vu?

    Spike watched her face intently, wondering if she knew the extent of passion on display. "Those soddin things of yours ready to come off yet, eh?"  Spike's voice was a passion roughened whisper, as he trailed tiny kisses along the bare expanse of throat exposed to him. How easily she trusted him, Spike marveled. From the signs of her body, he knew there was no conflict regarding the worship he was placing upon her neck, and he dared to bite down ever so gently.

    His lips curled up in a wry smile when he felt the  minute stiffening of her body, and he reluctantly backed off. Gently turning her to face him, he reached his hand up, shallowly cupping the soft curve of her cheek with his palm. "You ok?"

    Buffy nodded mutely, lost in the intensity of his eyes. The moonlight afforded a glowing cast to his pale, supernatural skin, yet another reminder that he wasn't entirely human. Well, neither was she, dammit. So there. And besides, she didn't even want human anyway, she now knew that without any doubt.

     And she was so getting sick of him getting  'hot and heavy,' then stopping with the hot and heavy, and doing the sweet thing.  It was driving her batty. Wasn't he supposed to be attending to something else about now? She was the virgin, dammit.

    Glancing down at her chest, she peered back up at Spike through lowered lashes spike, noticing that his eyes had followed her, and now were rivited to the sight of her cleavage.  She could practically see desire flooding into his eyes, and a feminine smirk made its way to her face. Well, that was easy.

    "Why don't you just ask them if they're ready to come off," Buffy remarked saucily, her hands suddenly sneaking around to get a feel of Spike's ass. Ohh, it was a nice one all right, she decided, testing the firmness. Ok, so she'd always had a little obsession with his ass. It was safe to admit it now, she supposed.  Maybe it was because it was always hidden from view, and Buffy just couldn't stand that.  She knew there was just a perfect ass going to waste behind that long leather duster of his, and that was just all kinds of wrong.  He had been hiding some serious cheeks underneath that coat. Cheeks that looked drool worthy in jeans and felt REALLY good in her hands. That was almost a stakeable offense in its own right, she decided.

    Spike was too caught up in the sight of Buffy's almost bare breasts to notice her sudden preoccupation with his ass, as she tried peering around his body to get a good look at it.   "Eh. So that's what those things look like," he announced suddenly.

    Huh? What? Oh, the sticky boobs, Buffy realized, and she took reluctant hands off the  succulent globes of ass and took a tiny step back. A mischievous grin worked its way onto her face as she trailed her hands up her body until she had the edges of her sticky boobs between her fingers.

      "So... you want them...off?" Buffy asked, her voice teasing and husky.

    This time it was Spike's turn to nod mutely, fixated on Buffy's teasing, his hands itching to get their hands on her bare breasts.

    "You... really want them off?" Buffy began to peel them off her skin achingly slow, then paused for dramatic effect.

     A primal growl reverberated around the room, and Buffy's eyes widened with shock. Holy crap, she had done that?

tbc...

Halloween Trick or Freak

By Bloodshedbaby
 

A/n-VERY AWESOME THANKS TO SPIKESKAT FOR THE INCREDIBLE BETA JOB!! Yeah, that DID have to be in capitals. :P  And thanks to Rae and Beanmommy for being my plot guidance counselors. *squish*
 

chapter 10b

aka-Continuing Adventures of Sticky Boobs (just for you Kari)
 

  "You... really want them off?" Buffy began to peel the sticky boobs off her skin with an aching slowness, taking the time to pause for dramatic effect.

     A primal growl reverberated around the room, and Buffy's eyes widened with shock. Holy crap, she had done that?

    Ok, Buffy, mental note to self.  Spike wasn't the type who liked to be teased.

    With another low savage growl, Spike scooped Buffy up, and threw her roughly on the bed. He loomed over her as she lay in front of him on the bed, his hands finding their way to the waistband of her pants, and with an impatient tug, he made quick work of divesting the tight leather pants from her body.

    Buffy knew she should probably be a little concerned about this abrupt savageness Spike was displaying, but... wow. The sudden burst of moisture that flooded her panties told her a different story.  It told her that she LIKED this primal display.

     As in really liking the more Savage-y Spike.

    Oh, did she ever.  Her slayer sense was firing all right, but in an almost erotic way, like somewhere deep inside her, it recognized that he belonged to her. She didn't know if it was her slayer sense, Elizabeth or whoever. And right about now, she didn't really care.

    Her skin seemed to hum under his hungry stare, and  Buffy watched as the gold glints flickered in those dark, dangerous depths, while her pants were tossed carelessly over his shoulder. His ravenous gaze was now glued to the feast of skin presented before him, as he moved to put one knee on the bed beside her.

    Buffy saw one hand reaching to ensnare her wrists, and in a fit of pure desperation, she managed to evade his grasp. Another low warning growl rumbled deliciously from his throat, and she stared mesmerized as the amber glints in his eyes intensified.  Oh yeah.  She liked him doing the growling thing all right.

    "Your pants," she managed to gasp, weakly gesturing in the direction of his strained denim. His very strained denim. Have to hand it to Levi Strauss, she thought.  They sure knew what they were doing with their 'industrial strength' denim.  Guaranteed to withstand even the biggest hard-on known to man. Or vampire, for that matter.  Not that she really had any means of comparison or anything.  But hey, she was impressed. As in...

    Spike impatiently pushed his jeans down his hips, allowing his erect cock to spring free.  He was too busy trying to get the bloody things off-in the most rapid manner possible-to notice the look of complete shock that became instantly glued to Buffy's face as she got an up close and personal look at the impressive length and girth of Spike's..

     Oh. My. God. Her jaw hung open as her eyes remained glued to the cock that seemed to stand at attention and...damn, the thing was twitching now...as if it were horning in on her,  like some kind of heat-seeking missile.  She started to repeat her silent mantra in earnest now. There was no way in hell that... Spike's thing... erm, Spike's enormous... thing. ''Ok Buffy, if you're going to have it inside of you, you should be able to say it,' she heard a voice lecture in her head. Oh my god! What the hell was her mother doing, talking in her head? At a time like this??? A stern look suddenly came to mind, as Buffy pictured her mom giving her best 'no-nonsense' look..

      Fine, all right! She could so say it.  Penis. As in HUGE penis. Or more like 'hung like a freakin stallion' penis. Oh my god, was it even going to fit?????

    Finally managing to free himself of the tight confines of his jeans, Spike replaced his knee beside her hip on the bed,  his eyes never taking in Buffy's shocked expression, so intent was he on resuming his exploration of her body. His hands eagerly roamed the taut, sleekness of her abdomen. He leaned over her to begin a wet trail of worship starting at the edge of the silken panties she wore, before beginning his path north   His lips and tongue hungrily caressed every inch of her skin, and Buffy soon forgot her new obsession with the size of his fully erect penis. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she became caught up in the sensations he was creating with his tongue. A blaze of fire began racing its way through her veins, and she felt an overwhelming urge to feel every bit of his skin against hers. Like right NOW.

    So caught up by the desire Spike was steadily stroking with this touch, she never noticed when her sticky boobs were finally removed, and flung carelessly aside.  She did; however, feel the cool lips that suddenly closed around one painfully erect nipple A gasp broke free from her chest, when a firm tongue worried the budded tip gently, followed by a tortured moan as his teeth closed around the pert bud as he  bit down with the most tender of nibbles.

    Her familiar mantra was back. Oh. My. God. Over and over it sounded in her brain, as a keen sense of pleasure she never even known existed wracked her body.  Yes, she had done the masturbation thing. She had made herself come, but Oh... My... God... It was nothing even remotely CLOSE to how Spike was making her feel at this very minute.

    When his hand slipped between her legs, gently prodding them apart, there was no hesitation on her end. Her legs fell open, granting him the access he craved.  She was like a spring time flower, and Spike was her honey bee. And damned if he wasn't coming to collect the goods.  She found she was MORE than ready to hand them over too... damned if she wasn't!

    Spike was trying to rein in his desire, trying to remind himself that this was all new for the girl.  But his body didn't seem to want to listen; it just wanted to take possession, to consume every beautiful inch of her more than willing body.  When she had taunted him with her bloody sticky boobs, his demon had seen red and tried to take over.

    He was a right lucky bastard he hadn't scared her away. In fact, if his nose served him, she'd rather enjoyed the switch of control...his aggression and domination.  That was something to be filed away for further consideration at a later date.  But, for now, his demon had been relegated to a submissive role, allowing Spike to resume control.   His demon wasn't happy with this turn of events. Spike, however, was determined to do this HIS way.

    When one small, hesitant hand reached out to encircle his engorged cock, he almost came right then and there.  Her warm palm almost seared him with its touch, the tentative gesture making him a lot hornier than if she had grabbed hold of his jutting shaft and suddenly commenced with a vigorous hand job. He squeezed his eyes shut tight in an effort to hold on to the slim thread of control he was managing to maintain.  He'd done virgins before, but he'd always killed 'em afterwards.  It had been a game to him, see if he could make them die with a smile on their face.

    That wasn't the case here. This girl was his, even if she didn't know it yet.

    "Is that... this... ok?"

    Spike opened his eyes to see a set of slightly nervous eyes peering in his direction. Crawling the rest of the way up her succulent body, he smashed his lips to hers in a heart felt kiss, communicating his desires and feelings through actions.

    "Anything you do to me is ok, luv. Remember that."

    Buffy smiled in response,  her confidence growing at her lover's fervent words.  Her other hand moved to explore the hard terrain of Spike's chest, something she had been dying to do. And another: oh wow/ With a holy shit thrown in for good measure. Feeling the strong, firm flesh under her fingers made her greedy for more, and she reluctantly let go of his erection to splay both hands across his chest, ghosting her finger tips down over his abdomen, feeling each and every compact muscle he possessed in his spectacular torso.

    Spike embarked on his own exploration, acquainting himself fully with her body.  When he reached her silken thong panties, he easily tore them from her hips and was amused that once again she didn't even seem to notice.

    That spoke volumes.

    His fingers danced between her legs once more, and his biceps were gripped in a tight vise, as Buffy's breath hitched. Letting his index finger part the golden curls, he slipped it through the succulent wet folds that were waiting for him.

    Christ, she was wet.

    For that, he was grateful, knowing that she may have an unpleasant time when he first eased into her.  He watched her face, marveling at the expressive displays of passion he found there.

    And it was all for him.

    Her hips began bucking into his hands, instinctively searching for something to ease the ache that was steadily building, as he pumping his finger in and out of her. Spike knew what it was that her body craved and he  circled his thumb over her swollen clit. Her body arched towards his hand, unconsciously seeking to increase the friction, pleasing Spike with her responsiveness to his ministrations.

++++

    Ok, she was soooo going to stake him.  No... wait.  Not yet... After.  Buffy decided she would stake him after. He was deliberately teasing her, and that so wasn't cool.

    Buffy couldn't control the moan that escaped when his fingers began working a little bit of magic in her private areas. Ugh. Her mother's voice sounded in her ear again, lecturing her once more about the use of proper terminology since she was doing the "deed".

    Fine. Clitoris, Vagina. Sex.  Penis. Did she miss anything? And her mom was in her head during sex, because.....?

    An orgasm snuck up on her and totally rocked her world, causing a burst of intense color to explode behind her closed eyelids as her release caused her body to tremble in response. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body, and... oh god, was that  HER screaming?

    She drifted back to awareness to find Spike smirking with smug satisfaction in her direction.

    "Shut up." But her demand lacked the necessarily conviction, coming across as easy banter between lovers while she lay there boneless in the aftermath. Spike sprawled out languidly next to her, his erection pressing urgently into her hip.

    Spike ignored her breathless reproach, as he lowered his lips to hers for another one of his famous holy-crap-worthy kiss, before settling himself between her parted legs.

    Buffy could feel his humongous cock pressed up against her inner thigh, and her earlier fears returned. How in the world was that going to fit? She'd seen pictures of naked men; she and Willow had done the internet porn searches and all that. But this... Spike's penis was in, like, a class of its own. It had to be. It might  even be a contender for the Guinness Book of World's Records or something... Did they even have a category for the biggest cock known to man? And if so, who got to do the measuring?

    "Relax." His voice was low and soothing,  jarring her from her thoughts before hysteria could set in.  His lips moved away from her ear to trail a path along her neck.

    "I am relaxed," Buffy lied, knowing as soon as the words left her mouth how ridiculous they sounded. Luckily, Spike didn't call her on it.

    Spike grabbed his cock and slid it up and down along her opening, coating the head with her copious spendings before positioning himself at her entrance.

    Already he could feel her heat searing him, and Buffy becoming even more rigid beneath him.

    "Don't worry, luv, I won't hurt you. Not deliberately anyway."

    "I know." The conviction in Buffy's whispered voice stunned him, and he allowed a smirk to emerge.

    "So, Buffy, " he began, licking a trail up and down the side of her neck.

    "Hmmm?"

    "You going to let me bite you?"

    Buffy's eyes flew open and she looked at him in shock, and that's when he made his move, thrusting his hips forward, and burying himself within her tight sheath.  He had felt her maidenhead tear, and kept himself as still as possible, while he allowed her body to adjust to his sudden invasion.
.
    "Ow!" Buffy cried, her arms going around him to pull him closer rather than pushing him away,  as he had feared. "You did that distraction thing, didn't you? It hurts!"

    Spike tipped his head to pepper her face with tender kisses. "Shhh... I'll hold real still like, then when it stops hurting, we'll give it a go. I'm sorry I hurt you, luv."

    Buffy blinked back her tears, as she nodded, her grip on Spike tightening painfully. That was sneaky what he had done, asking if he could bite her, then doing that. Popping her cherry.

     Besides, he already had  bitten her.

    He had said she was 'tasty.'

    Please. She was a tasty little morsel all right. In his dreams.  But... it had felt kind of good...

    And that was when she realized something else was feeling kind of good.  Damned if her vampire hadn't completely disregarded what he had just told her and started moving. But, oh... it was really starting to feel good. Very good, in fact.  That distraction thing really worked.

tbc

   A/N major thanks to Megan for the beta job!!

 chapter 11

    Spike kept his movements slow and shallow, barely keeping a hold of the slim thread of control as it was.  He knew he should be keeping still, letting the girl get used to his girth, but her heat and scent were driving him insane. 

    When he felt her hesitant attempts to meet his thrusts, he lifted his head from her luscious throat and looked into her eyes, his hands coming up to lovingly cup her face as he ghosted kissed along her jaw.

    ""You ok, baby?" he whispered, his hips picking up intensity as her actions spurred him on.

    She gave a dazed nod, her eyes fluttering closed, her own movements becoming more sure, more intense. A breathy moan escaped past slightly parted lips, and Spike swooped down to capture her inviting mouth, his tongue thrusting inside brutally as he began to move with a frenzied pace.

    He almost lost it when he felt her strong legs wrap around  his hips, locking him in tight against her, drawing him even deeper inside her slick passage. "Oh fuck..." he groaned, the muscles of his neck strained and corded against the intensity of his passion.

    He felt her coy smile. "Yeah, kinda thought that's what we were doing here," she teased.

    A low rumble left his chest as he gripped her in a punishing embrace, one hand moving down to cup her ass, as he lifted her pelvis up to give his penetration more depth. 

    Oh god, she felt good; her heat was filling him, warming him for the first time in... forever.  Wait, he didn't want to hurt her.

    "This ok?" He remembered to ask, managing to put a slight halt to his brutal thrusts.

    "Yes! Oh god, don't stop..." Buffy cried, her fingers curling against his back, unknowingly breaking the smooth skin, causing blood to well up where her nails had gouged. If Buffy thought Spike's hands were talented, it was nothing compared to what his... penis... was making her feel.  That was one talented body appendage.

    The slight pain mixed with the sudden scent in the air of his blood mixed with her virgin offerings was Spike's final undoing.  Without conscious thought, his face shifted and he directed his now elongated canines into the delicate skin of her neck, nearly howling with pleasure as her potent blood burst and swam into his mouth.

    Oh... My... God...  Buffy thought frantically as she felt the slight sting of his teeth pierce through her skin. Spike was biting her. Why was he biting her?

    She felt the moist suction of his mouth, and a long flow of her blood was drawn from the twin punctures that he had made, and suddenly her body convulsed, followed by a pleasure so intense, Buffy nearly cried from the shock of it. Every muscle was suddenly infused with a powerful warmth, and she found herself arching off the bed, instinctively tightening all of her muscles in response to the waves of ecstasy that were taking over every fiber of her being. It was the most incredible thing she had ever experienced.

    It was the last straw. Keeping his fangs deeply imbedded in the column of the throat he had just marked, his balls drew up and tightened almost painfully before releasing his copious load deep within the warm depths of his Slayer. 

    She was now his. Heart, body, and soul. It came to him with blinding clarity with each convulsing jerk of his hips, that this was meant to be. He couldn't have fought it if he wanted to. 

    They belonged together.

    Slowly, they both drifted down from the intense paradise they had both just experienced, and Spike couldn't help the smile that was plastered on his face as he pulled his fangs out of her throat, licked the wounds and gazed down at Buffy's dazed face.

    "Wow."  Buffy's incredible green eyes were wide, her breath coming in rapid bursts.

    "Yeah," Spike agreed softly, his hand coming up to trace the delicate contours of her cheek. 

    "You bit me."

    "Yeah, I did."

    "Oh. Ok." Buffy finally blinked, and smiled shyly.

    "I love you, you know that, right?" Spike suddenly found himself telling her, resting his weight on his forearms.

    She went wide eyed again. "You... do?"  Spike nodded hesitantly, knowing he should feel like a git for saying such poncy words to her, but knowing they were the right words to say.

    "Wait, is it YOU, or Willie, or William, or whoever else you have in there?" Buffy asked, her voice laden with suspicion.

    A wry grin covered the gorgeous face above her. "Just me in here now, luv.  Our little shag seems to have done the trick for I don't know what exactly, but it's just me."

    Relief spread across Buffy face.  "Oh, uh... good." Her eyes widened again. "And you love me?"

    Spike chuckled, liking the shy nervousness Buffy was displaying almost as much as he loved the fiery vixen she had just been in bed. With a suddenness that had Buffy squealing, he had them flipped over so she was cradled against his chest, his arms wrapped lovingly around her.

    "Yeah, pet. I do." Spike whispered, leaning over to lick at the swollen, red marks on her neck.

    Buffy gasped at the bubbly sensation that action caused in the pit of her stomach.  "Why does that feel so weird?"

    "Because you are mine now."  His declaration was made in a  matter-of fact tone as he drew her closer to him, the sensation of her warm body against his being the most perfect feeling he had felt in his entire prolonged existence. 

    "Oh."  Buffy knew she resent this, rebel against any thought of being owned, especially after doing the deed with the dead, but...  it just felt right.  Instead, she curled up closer against the smooth, hard chest she was laying against, unable to help the happy sigh that escaped her lungs.

    "I love..." Suddenly her attention was distracted from the monumental announcement she was about to make.  "Spike?"

    One scarred eyebrow tipped up in response to the questioning look on her face. 

    Buffy pointed upward.   "Why is there a sticky boob on the ceiling???"

the end 

a/n Thank you for following me through this fic!!!  Sabdhyl, I hope you like it!! It took me long enough to finish it, I know!!!