Buffy was hungry. Spike-hungry.
He'd ended things two weeks ago now. Two whole weeks without him. Without sex. Yuck. Buffy had understood why, just not why then. They'd just done it, and he'd told her that things weren't "right" between them... they should slow down so she didn't get "confused". Well what the hell was she now?
So here she was, surrounded by candles, naked. She needed him. Bad.

Spike slammed into the crypt, depressed and angry with himself. "Why, why, why?" He yelled at nobody. "Why did I have to bloody tell her it was over?"
He went down the ladder, and was shocked when he saw Buffy. Naked. In candlelight. His cock nearly ripped through his pants at the sight. Her legs were spread and her pink pussy glistened at him. Her golden tanned body called to him, her breasts so beautiful, the nipples hard.
"Hey you." She said softly.
Spike did his best to resist her. He restrained himself from diving on her and fucking her right then and there. "Buffy... yo shouldn't... why are you... I thought we agreed..." He stuttered himself into silence as Buffy stood and walked over to him, pulling off his duster. Spike shook with lust.
"All that was silly, baby. Let's kiss and make up." Buffy kissed him, pulling him over to the bed. Spike moaned as her hand went to unbutton his pants.
Then he pulled away. Buffy sighed in frustration. "What now?"
"I can't luv. We just can't do this anymore. We're hurting each other."
Buffy ignored him and grabbed his hand, pulling it between her legs. "Feel how wet I am for you?" She purred innocently.
Spike yanked his hand away and looked at her, sadly. "Luv, I'm sorry, but this isn't right."
"You're right." She agreed softly. Spike was about to thank her for understanding when she grabbed him and kissed him. "It's wrong, it's bad, it's naughty and wicked!" She hissed into his ear, tearing off his button-up shirt. Spike lost himself momentarily and started to kiss her neck, his hands cupping her pretty little ass.
"Buffy, please, luv!" He struggled to get away. He wanted her so badly, but couldn't stand her leaving in the morning, telling him she hated him. He hated that she only wanted him for one thing, when he wanted to give her so much more.
"It's evil, Spike. I've been bad!" Her eyes shone with desire as her hands stroked over the bulge in his pants. "Why don't you spank me?" She offered, pushing her body to his. "Punish me, baby. I've been so bad."
Spike growled and picked her up, throwing her onto the bed. Buffy giggled. "Baby wants to play!" She cried as he tore off his pants, jumping at her, wrapping her legs around his neck as he sucked at her swollen clit. Buffy moaned and gasped as he continued to tweak at it with his fingers as he tongue fucked her. In, out, in and out, until she came, creaming into his mouth. Buffy screamed his name as sensations tore through her, she was on fire, sparks flew through her body. Spike silenced her last few gasps with a passionate kiss.
"Fuck me!" She begged, feeling the tip of his cock nudging her wet opening. Spike seemed to enjoy her begging, he smirked and pulled away slightly.
"Spike, don't be a bastard. FUCK ME!" She demanded. Spike chuckled.
"In good time, luv." He nibbled and licked at her breasts. Buffy groaned, raking her fingers up and down his back.
He was purposely taking it slow, and she hated him for it, but she didn't hate him, she loved him. He was confusing her! Buffy was sick of it. Time for some Slayer strength.
She grabbed him, and threw him onto his back, straddling him. Spike was too horny to stop her as she ran her tongue up and down his body. Buffy couldn't wait any longer, and neither could Spike. She lowered herself onto his thick, hard cock, and rode him. Spike groaned as her breasts bounced up and down, and she tossed her head back, screaming in ecstasy. He sat up as she was about to climax, their bodies pressed close together. Buffy's hands threaded themselves through locks of his hair, groaning into his shoulder. Spike bucked his hips, delving further and further into her hot core. As they came together, Buffy screamed his name loud and long, and Spike lost control, biting into her neck with lust.
Buffy moaned, not in pain but in pleasure, as she reeled into another long orgasm.
When Spike pulled away, Buffy kissed him before he could apologise. "It's okay, babe. I liked it." She whispered, hands caressing his waist. Spike murmered softly,
"Love you. Two weeks without you are hell, luv."
"I know. Promise me we'll be okay from now on?"
"Promise, pet."