“Clean up on isle 7,” the bad static PA system at the Super Walmart announced. Groaning, Spike, dressed back in his very wrinkled suit pants and shirt, was trying to find the pharmacy. He felt like a boy of 17 buying his prophylactic. He studied the varying boxes. Choosing something that looked like a box he bought before, Spike went to find Buffy in the grocery section. Whistling down the isles, he spotted her in the dairy section. She sensed he was behind her and turned. She smiled and held up a something.

Spike smiled as he came up, “Really, luv, Redi Whip?”

“And Chocolate Syrup!” She popped the ‘P.’

“Oh, no, the check out person won’t know what we are going to go home a do.” Spike smirked and wrapped his arm around Buffy’s shoulders.

“Oh, don’t tell me that the big bid is embarrassed?” She winked and ran her fingers across his abdomen.

Scoffing, “Bloody Hell, woman, you trying to get me arrested?’ He removed her traveling, teasing fingers from his personage. If some police person happened to be in the store, Spike probably could be arrested for indecent exposure.

Buffy looked up with a pout, “Poor Spikey. Going to get embarrassed by buying condoms and whipped cream. I guess I know what that means.” With that she shoved the two cans in his direction and took off for the front. Looking back, “Meet you at the car, handsome.” Spike just looked on as she left the store. Swearing, Spike went to the front to check out. All the checkouts had young woman manning them. He found the self-service checkout lane; he wasn’t going to embarrass some young girl with his purchases.

Buffy unlocked the door quickly, which was quite hard with a ‘hard’ Spike behind her. His hands were currently massaging her breasts through the t-shirt she threw on before their trip to Walmart. The ride from the store was silent and Buffy was afraid he was mad at her for making him go to the checkout alone, but she found out she was wrong the minute they went into her building. Walking up the stairs, Buffy wondered when Spike was going to yell at her for making him go through the torture when she felt his hand grab her ass. Gasping, Buffy looked back. Spike curled his tongue around his teeth and wagged it. “Think you’re going to get away with making me go through that, pet?” She turned around and ran up the stairs as fast as she could. Watching her ass work itself up the stairs Spike sung, “Baby’s wants to play. Baby going to get punished.”

Laughing, Buffy got to her door seconds before he caught up. He pinned her body up against the door and ground his erection into her ass. She pushed back, so she could get the key into the lock giving Spike the perfect opportunity to grab her braless breasts and stroke them. Her pebbled nipples stuck out as his fingers teased and taunted her. Opening the door, Buffy escaped his hands for the time being. She looked back at his wicked glare and dashed off to the back of the apartment. On chase, Spike watched Buffy take off her shirt. Spike stopped and watched topless Buffy sway as she ran. He grabbed the back of his own shirt and whipped it above his head, heedless to the buttons on the front. Buffy turned around and saw the muscle mass she remembered as Spike. His chest was well defined and totally was lickable. His arms, usually hidden by his suit jackets and dress shirts flexed with want and desire. His perfect six pack abs rippled as Spike strutted towards her. Holding out her hand, Buffy licked her lips. Spike stopped and watched his blond princess taunt him.

Buffy ran hard fingers over her collarbone and down her chest. Her slight fingers lightly caressed the sides of her breasts, moving them together. Spike licked his lips when he watched her create cleavage with her breasts. She extended her index fingers and moved them around her nipples, making them pucker even more. Spike took a step forwards and Buffy stopped what she was doing and looked at him. Her eyes said one thing: STOP, and so he did. He watched as she moved her hands down her stomach, tickling her sides and making her smile. Her hand arrived at the button on her jeans. Looking straight into her eyes she popped it open and unzipped her jeans. She shimmied out of them slowly, letting him watch as her pants slid down her golden legs. Kicking them off at last she stood there clad only in a purple thong, Buffy rubbed her stomach lazily.

Blinking out of his lust induced haze, Spike followed Buffy’s lead and brought his hands down to his trousers and undid them. Without even moving to the zipper a loud slow “zzzziiipppp’ was heard in the apartment. His long cock popped out in the open cradle of his zipper. Licking her lips, Buffy watched as Spike brought the material down, plopping it on the ground. They stood in the hallway, staring at each other’s bodies.

Buffy broke the trance first and flashed a smile before she ran the rest of the way into the bedroom. Spike started to follow her, but turned back and grabbed the bag from Walmart. He opened the door and was hit with a very wet pair of purple thongs. Buffy was sitting on the bed, spread eagle waiting for him. “Took you long enough,” she got up on her knees and faced him. Strutting towards her, his cock bounced with every step, calling attention it itself. “Mm looks like someone wants some attention.” Spike climbed on the bed on his knees and dropped the bag beside the bed. Grinning, Buffy rummaged through the bag. “Close your eyes, baby.” She came back to the bed with an opened bottle of chocolate syrup. She pushed and directed Spike to lie down on his back on the pillows. She drizzled the liquid on his abdomen and down to his straining, red cock. She took pity on him and let him open his eyes.

Looking into his ocean blue orbs, Buffy licked up the mess on his stomach, feeling the muscles contract and release as he fought for control of his body. Lapping up like a kitten, he watched her mouth and tongue move lower. She moved around his member, now turning purple. And licked the top of his thighs. Spike groaned loudly, demanding that she pay attention to his chocolate covered dick. Smiling, she took his head into her mouth, sucking the chocolate off. She opened her mouth and let it slide out. Her pink tongue came out and darted through the chocolate covering, making little patterns in the chocolate goo. Her hand came up and cupped his balls, moving them together and apart as he mouth paid attention to lapping up the chocolate. Satisfied that he no long had the sugary confection on him, her mouth went to town sucking him in. She felt his length hit the back of her mouth, feeling a strange urging; Buffy relaxed her muscles and pushed him further. Spike watched as his angry member was being slowly swallowed by Buffy. Her nose flared as she breathed and tried to relax. He felt her fingers playing with his balls, separating and massaging. Buffy eased back and stroked Spike’s dick with her tongue and other hand. The slickness from her mouth allowed her hand to move up and down smoothly. Circling his head as it came close to popping out of her mouth, she pushed back and began to swallow him. Desperate for release, Spike watched as she swallowed him back in.

“Buffy, luv,” in such a caressing tone, “I’m going to come.” She looked up from her lost world of sucking his dick and smiled around the mass in her mouth. She released most of his length and covered him with her hand. She moved her tongue to the bottom edge of his head and pressed in, triggering his orgasm. She felt the warm, salty liquid hit her tongue and back of her mouth as his hips started to buck off the bed.

The bubbles were disintegrating as Buffy pushed through the water and down on top of Spike. His head was flung back on the bathtub with his arms resting the outer edge of the rub. Spike closed his eyes in sheer bliss as he felt her warm pussy cradle his cock in its warmth. Buffy held his wrists down, as she moved up and down in the soapy water. Her nipples were covered with love bites and bubbles as was her back and ass. She let go of one of his wrists and reached down, fingering her clit as she started to come. With no energy or desire to move, Spike’s arm stayed in place as her muscles started to flutter. “Ung, ohhhh, Gooooooood! So good. Ahhhhhhhh.” Buffy screamed as the pressure and pleasure increased and exploded behind her eyelids. Spike couldn’t hold out any longer and expressed his load, shielded inside the rubber that separated them. Buffy’s head rolled forward and pressed into Spike’s. The only thing that made them move was the rapidly cooling water. Buffy struggled to get up and slipped twice before detangling her body from Spike and standing up. She helped him get up and throw away the spent condom. “Well, that was interesting.”

Still unable to speak, Spike nodded and dried himself off. He turned towards Buffy and patted her dry. Her lips were puckered and swollen from his ardent kisses. Traveling down her body he noticed many places where his passion marked her. Her neck had a light purple bruise, from where he suckled for a couple minutes, coming down from an orgasm. Her breasts had many teeth and suction marks. He noticed a red spot on her stomach where he must have rubbed her raw with his 5 o’clock shadow. Actually, it was now a 3 a.m. shadow. They stumbled inside the bedroom and collapsed on the naked bad. Sometime between her sucking him off and the bathroom fun, the sheets, pillows, and blankets were tossed of the bed. With mutual, yet silent, agreement the two lovers fell asleep.

The buzzing of the alarm clock woke Spike first. Not quite aware of his surroundings, Spike reached up towards the noise encountering air. Buffy moaned and covered her ears next to him. Looking up, Spike found the origin of the noise and shut it off. Thankful of silence, Spike went back to sleeping world with Buffy cuddled at his side. Shifting around and peering up to the clock, Buffy woke up with a start. “Oh my god, I’m late for work!” She hopped up and ran into the bathroom. With lots of noise and flourish, Buffy raced around the apartment getting ready. Spike sat on the bed watching her breasts bounce and little legs run around. His ‘little Spike’ was watching with interest, too. Underwear, bra, pantyhose, skirt and blouse started to cover her form and Spike pouted. More than anything he wanted to grab her and keep her in the bed all day long. “What are you just sitting there for? We’re late!”

“Buffy,” he stalked her as she ran around. His hands came up and rested on her shoulders. “Stop! It’s OK… I’m the boss.”

She stopped and looked at him, “What do you mean that you’re the boss? What’s that supposed to mean.”

“It means nothing is going to happen to you. Look it’s 7 in the morning lets have some breakfast…” she never let him finish that sentence.

“Just yesterday after the park you assured me that you being my boss would not impact us!”

“I meant negatively. Slow down Buffy.” By this moment, Buffy had her shoes and coat on.

She whipped around and looked at him, “What?”

“Baby,” he sauntered over. She held her hand up to wave him off.

“If you want a ride in with me, you better hurry. It takes 35 minutes on a good day and I am supposed to be there in 20.” Seeing that he was going to loose the argument, Spike shrugged and got his clothes. Two minutes later he came out in his rumpled clothes. “Are you going to wear that?”

“I guess not. Why don’t you head to the office and I will go to the hotel and change. I’ll see you in a bit, pet.” The two left the building and headed to their cars. Spike thought Buffy looked a little weird this morning, but couldn’t put a finger on it. Shrugging off the feeling, he headed to the hotel.

Dressed in a crisp charcoal gray shirt and matching suit with a maroon tie, William Bennett walked into the office of Public Claim. He adjusted his tie as he continued to walk down the hallway, unaffected by the praising leers he received from many of the women in the office. He had a mission, Buffy… or Elizabeth as she obviously went by in the office. She was currently talking with Parker Abrahms. Mr. Abrahms was currently leering at her, trying to see down her blouse. Jealousy quickly rose in him as he marched over to the two. Elizabeth looked up and smiled, “Mr. Bennett, I presume.” She held out her hand for him to shake. Mr. Abrahms took the opportunity to look at her breasts.

Stifling his rage, William took her hand and shook it. She was trying set the rules. At the moment, he was willing to play along. “Ms. Summers?” At her nod, “I would like to see you in your office please. I have something to discuss with you.” He waited for her to break the conversation off and followed her into the office.

The door closed almost silently and before she knew it, William was pinning her against her desk. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “God, Buffy, do you know what you do to me? What seeing you with that git did to me?” William licked her neck, tasting her essence. Her hands were wound around his neck, holding him close. He ground his erection against her mound letting her know exactly what she was doing to him.

“Spike,” he wonton voice barely reached his ears as he nibbled on her earlobe. She tasted delicious. “Spike,” her voice grew in intensity, yet he didn’t hear her call. Her hands came up and rested on his shoulders, trying to get his attention. “William!” She pushed his body off of her.

He looked at her as she smoothed her blouse and hair. “Why did you do that?”

She looked up at him in his suit and sighed. When she first saw him walk into the office and adjust his tie, she almost fell on to her knees with need. Her silk thong dripped with her desire as she watched him come towards her. She continued to talk to Mr. Abrahms or in reality talk TO him, but had no idea what she said. Spike definitely took her breath, mind, and body away when he walked in. “We can’t.”

He threw his hands up, “Why the bloody hell not? I thought we’re beyond this?” His voice rose as he paced her office.

“Spike, please, sit down.”

He walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders, “I will not sit down. I’m tired of playing your games and jumping through your hoops.” He shook her a little. “I just want to be with you Buffy. What do I have to do?” A sob escaped her mouth. Seeing that he was scaring her he brought her closer to a hug, “Sh, kitten, don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m a bad, rude man.”

“You’re scaring me, Spike.” She whispered as she clung to his clothes.

“Sh, I’ll make it OK, right, pet? Tell how to make it OK? Is this about this morning?”

She quieted down and they just held each other. “Spike, we can’t… at least not here. We need to be professional here. If they found out that I slept with you… it wouldn’t be good. Promise me, you’ll be professional.”

He looked down at her face, her beautiful face. “How can I deny my princess?” She smiled and hugged him. “Does this mean I have to call you Ms. Summers?”

“Everyone calls me Elizabeth, except a few that know me outside of work… like Miss Big Mouth Anya,” he chuckled and moved his hands to her waist, caressing her through the material of her blouse. “I will; however, call you Mr. Bennett. And there will be no jealous tantrums. Got that?”

He nodded his head and looked sheepish. “One more thing, pet, I don’t have a secretary. Do you think that the sexy office manager could spare a little time and help me out?” He rubbed his pelvis against her so she knew EXACTLY what he meant.

“I think that the office manager is pretty busy as it is, but,” she rubbed her breasts against his chest, “she may be willing to work late to help you out.”

In a mock gasp, “I wouldn’t dream of asking that. See, I’m in town only a couple days and visiting a very special friend. So working late is not an option.” At the mention of his short stay, Buffy’s brain went into over drive, the doubts entering once more. This was just like spring break. Soon he would be gone and she would be left to pick up the pieces of her shattered life. She stepped back and out of his arms. Sensing the shift in mood, he raised his eyebrow. “What is it, pet?”

“Nothing. You should go before they get the right idea about what is going on in here.” She stepped behind her desk and sat down, virtually shutting him out.

“Don’t give me that, pet. I will play by your bloody rules here at work, but you have to be truthful to me.” Spike got down on one knee next to her, “What’s going on?”

A sob escaped Buffy, “You’re going to leave… again. Only this time…”

“Only this time what?” His hand came up and was rubbing her back gently. She shook her head and he asked again, “Only this time what?”

“This time I think I love you.” The tears in her eyes told him of the pain she was in.

Spike’s heart broke as the tears escaped and ran down her cheek. “Oh, kitten, I think I love you, too.” She looked up into his eyes and saw the same emotion in his eyes as she felt in her self. The couple didn’t emerge from her office for a great while.

~*~*~

“I understand there are rumors about Omni Hype wanting to fire the whole office and start fresh.” William Bennett looked around the room. “That isn’t true.” A collective sigh of relief filled the room. “There will be a couple lay offs as we need to keep costs down. In this day, we need to be fiscally sound and tighten our belts. I understand you have recently lost a secretarial position when Ms. Summers stepped forward into the office manager’s position. And most of you are over worked already. I would like to meet with all of you on a private basis to discuss you and the future you have with Public Claim. Ms. Summers has agreed to help me out this week and play double duty as my secretary. She will be sitting in on each meeting taking notes. At that time, you may air out any of your concerns with Public Claim and Omni Hype.” Gentle murmurs radiated throughout the crowd. “Any questions relating to the meetings?”

“How many people are you laying off?” Anya spoke up.

“Minimal. I, and Omni Hype, do not want to interfere with the workings of this publishing company. Any other questions?” He stood up looking around. A couple of the executives looked worried, as they should be, “Please see Ms. Summers with an appropriate appointment time.” With that, the meeting was over.

“Well, didn’t that just put my mind at rest, ‘minimal’ lay offs.” Anya grumbled as she signed up for an appointment. Looking over the crowd, Buffy met Spike’s eyes and smiled. This was going to be a long week. Most of these people were her friends, how could she sit in the meetings that could potentially be their firing? Setting her thoughts aside, she continued to make appointments with her co-workers.

Chapter 18

The bright light from the sign shone through the curtains on to the sleeping couple on the bed.  Spike spent over an hour trying to get the hotel curtains to close properly so the light was blocked out, but they wouldn’t cooperate. 

His tongue pierced through her damp curls and found her entrance.  The salty secretion flowed out as his fingers separated her folds.  His tongue slid in her core.  Swirling it around her walls, and pushing further inside, Spike fucked her with his tongue.  His thumbs found her clit and pressed on each side.  He slid one around, massaging the hard nub causing her to cry out in ecstasy.  Buffy arched off the bed, splaying her legs even further apart.  Unconsciously, she pinched her nipples as she watched Spike eat her out.  He hummed deep in his throat, making his tongue vibrate as it moved in and out of her.  He looked up at the magnificent woman that he was currently pleasuring.  With her eyes not focused, cheeks pink with excitement, and mouth open slightly as she panted for release she was perfect.  He moved his tongue to where his thumbs were currently playing.  Moving his fingers down, he delved into her pussy.  His mouth grasped onto her pulsating clit, sucking it in.  He moved his fingers in and out, feeling the first flutter of her orgasm start to hit. He licked and fingered her until he felt her coming back to earth.  He sucked her clit in further, sending her over again.  Satisfied with his job, Spike got up and pulled the curtains closed again.  Stepping back to the bed ready to collapse, the curtains popped open again.  Who knew that a ¼ inch gap would have such a profound effect?

She waited until she heard him sigh in his sleep, indicating that he was in a deep sleep.  Sliding off the bed, Buffy went into the bathroom.  She shut the door and turned the light on.  Staring in the mirror she sees the scared, little girl that she once was staring back.  Her hair’s longed and lighter, but the girl is there under the surface.  Breaking the trance, she splashed cold water on her face.  She looked back up into the mirror and the young girl said, “You know he is going to leave you.  He’s got a life back in Chicago.  You think he’s going to give that up for you? Please.  They all leave you.”  The little girl sneered as Buffy looked on.  She knew the girl was telling the truth.  It didn’t matter that she was falling in love with him.  It didn’t matter he was falling in love with her.  Their lives were totally different.  Shaking off the little girl and her thoughts, Buffy turned off the light and went back to the room.  The slit in the curtains still allowed light to filter through. 

She stood at the bottom of the bed and looked at him.  The sheets and comforter were currently on the floor.  His body was spread out on the bed in deep slumber.  His feet, more importantly his toes, were sexy as hell.  Buffy never was one to categorize feet as sexy with the sweet and dirt, but his upturned toes were.  His legs were spread apart, one slightly bent at the knee.  His thigh muscles twitched now and then as she watched him sleep.  His penis laid limply against his course curls and heavy balls.  Her eyes traveled up his flat stomach, now resting slightly plump with digestion.  She smiled as she realized all those times he probably was sucking in his gut to impress her.  She moved her own hand down to her own stomach, finding that it also was a little distended.  Grimacing and vowing to go on a diet, she allowed her eyes to wonder up his body once more.  His flat, dark nipples laid at rest against his well-defined pecks.  His arms were spread open, one that held her just a couple minutes ago.  Traveling up, she noticed his dark whiskers growing in.  Smiling, she watched his mouth pout, slightly open like it knew she wasn’t in bed with him.  His eyes rapidly moved behind their lids indicating the dream sleep.  Finally she looked at his platinum curls on top of his head.  She ran her hand through it so many times tonight that the gel had given up and let his curls form.  He looked perfect to Buffy.  How was she going to be able to give him up on Friday?

Chapter 19

“So dish!”  Anya exclaimed as she and Willow walked into Buffy’s office at 11.  Buffy just got her first break since 8 am.  She was stuck in Spike’s… no, William’s office… no, Mr. Bennett’s office taking notes about fellow employees and various goals that Mr. Bennett set for the employee.  So far he let go one person, a secretary known for making mistakes and less than a good work ethic, Faith Evans. 

“Dish what?”  Buffy looked up from her email.  She wasn’t going to get much done these next two days with the meetings.

“You know the new guy.”  Willow sat down in a chair and watched her friend.

“I don’t know what you mean.”  Please, please, please don’t let them know.

“Oh, I think you do.  Who’s giving you orgasms missy?”

“Excuse me?” Buffy sputtered.

“The guy.  The one that gave you that nice hickey you are trying to hid on your neck.”  Buffy subconsciously touched the mark Spike had given her last night.  “See, I told you that was a hickey and not a growth.  Humpth, cancer my ass.”  Willow giggled.

“So who is it?”  Willow leaned forward.

“No one, I just… um…” At the moment Mr. Bennett stuck his head into Buffy’s office. 

He was about to say something when he noticed the two extra women in the office.  Ms. Jenkins, Ms. Rosenberg, how are you two today?”  The two women answered and quietly left, leaving Mr. Bennett and Buffy alone.  “So, pet, ready for more?”

She groaned and rolled her eyes.  “More?” 

Laughing, “Yes, more, pet.  I mean Ms. Summers.”  He left her office expecting her to follow.  Sighing, she did.

~*~*~

Dawn was currently at Janice’s.  That left Buffy’s apartment empty, empty except the two beings currently intertwined on the bed.  The man’s pelvis plowed up and down like a piston.  The woman moaned with wonton desire as he carried her towards her peak.  Sweat pooled off their bodies, collecting on the sheets.  Her legs were wrapped around his torso, changing the angle of penetration.  Soon, they crashed over the edge, bringing the other along.  Deep sighs of contentment escaped before both fell asleep.

Chapter 20

The file room was very discrete, the couple found out.  Behind the filing cabinets, in the back of the room where only the dusty files lay dormant was the perfect place for a heavy make out section in the middle of the day.  Their tongues battled for dominance, teeth clashed together in attempts to get even closer to the other.  Hands were under shirts pulling at fabric trying to get more skin contact.  Desperation setting in as the day ticked past them.  Through the glaze of lust and passion, they heard the door open.  Their bodies stiffened as they heard someone shuffle in.  Buffy’s nose started to itch and she moved to hold it, praying she could prevent a sneeze.  Spike held her closer as they heard the shuffling of feet near their position.  They heard a grunt and whine, “Willow, where is the file on Mactamera?  I can’t find anything in here.  I need it for the meeting with the big wig ass.”  By the sound of the clicking of heels, a woman walked, Willow, and found the file for what now sounded like Parker Abrahms.  The noises of the two quieted down as they left the file room.  Buffy let go of her nose and breathed deeply.  ‘Aaachooo!’  They stood still, waiting for Willow or Parker to come back, but neither did. 

Smiling, he said, “Well that was fun, pet.”  The two straightened their clothes and hair, making sure the other was presentable.  Stepping out first, Buffy hurried to her office to reapply her makeup.  A couple minutes later, Mr. Bennett emerged and strutted back to his mock-office.  Things couldn’t get better.  He had the pretty girl, the one he loves, a great job, and the next and last appointment was Parker Abrahms.

~*~*~

“So you see Mr. Abrahms the associates of Omni Hype are a little concerned with your past performance.” 

Parker sat there, glaring at Mr. Bennett.  How DARE he pass judgment on him?  He was the best PR representative at Public Claim.  He had all the ladies in the front pocket of his pants.  “I’m the best PR guy here, Mr. Bennett.  I may have… made mistakes in the past, but it’s the past.”

“Your past doesn’t seem so past tense, Mr. Abrahms.  I seem to have a couple reports in here about you harassing the women of the office.”

“So?  I can’t help it if the bitched dress like that.”

“Mr. ABRAHMS,” Mr. Bennett roared.  “I will not have you talking like that about your co-workers.”

“Oh, because she’s here?”  Parker motioned towards Buffy.  “I could see how a hot piece of tail like that would make you go all protective, but believe me, she ain’t worth it.”  Buffy gasped and looked at Parker.  It was true he did hit on her and she turned him down, but she never deserved the treatment she was getting.

“Excuse me, Mr. Abrahms; I believe you owe Ms. Summers an apology.  You will not talk about her or any other co-worker like that.”  He was loosing his temper there was no way he was going to be able to tell him that he was fired gently.  Parker was making it impossible.

“Oh give me a break.  You and I are the same, you know.”

“And how is that?”

“Well we both hit on Ms. Summers here, the only difference is that you’re her boss and she couldn’t say no.”  Buffy and Mr. Bennett gasped in outrage.  “Oh don’t give me that.  I heard you in the file room.  I SAW you two come out.  Like I can’t figure out that she was giving you head in there.” 

Mr. Bennett’s face turned purple in an instant.  “What are you insinuating?”

“Nothing, Mr. Bennett, just that it seems like you are doing the same thing you are about to fire me for.  Doesn’t seem fair does it?”

“And what do you propose, Mr. Abrahms?”

“See, I scratch your back and you scratch mine.  I’ll keep quiet about you and Ms. Summers and I keep my job.”  Buffy couldn’t believe that he was actually contemplating Parkers proposal.  It was ludicrous!  He wasn’t forcing Buffy to do anything.  If only they weren’t sneaking around in the first place.

“Sounds interesting Mr. Abrahms, for now I will let you keep your job,” Buffy gasped, he wasn’t!  “But if you continue with your attitude, you will find out that your threat isn’t going to hold up much longer.  Do we have an understanding?”  The two men shook hands and Parker left.

Spike came up to Buffy and tried to bring her into a hug.  Buffy stepped away and walked out of the office.  She headed straight into her office and closed the door.  This wasn’t going to work.

Chapter 21

Buffy was dishing out Chinese from the take out cartons that she and Spike picked up on the way to her apartment.  Smiling, she dished out the four different dishes and rice listening to the murmurs of conversation Spike and Dawn were having in the living room.

“Oh you are so wrong, bleach head, Tom Cruise is too a good actor!”  Dawn said.  They were currently critiquing the different actors and actresses.

“He’s a ‘poof,’ come on, anyone that is married to Nicole and then get divorced must be a pootfer.’”  Spike was sitting on the couch watching E! News with Dawn.  They were currently talking about Jen and Ben, now called Bennifer.

“What’s a poof?”  Dawn asked.  

“Ah, someone that… well, let’s just say they wouldn’t be married to Nicole or anyone of that persuasion.”

“Oh, GAY!  Why didn’t you say that?”  Spike shook his head.  He had to remember Dawn wasn’t as naive as Buffy tried to kid herself in thinking.  Suddenly Dawn sat up and looked directly at Spike.  Her gaze was serious and she whispered, “What are YOUR intentions with my sister?”

Spike sputtered, his mouth making a good impression of a fish opening and closing.  “Excuse me, bit?”

“Your.  Intentions.  With.  My.  Sister.”  She raised her eyebrow and continued to stare into his eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”  Spike felt beads of sweat pop up on his forehead.

“Like, OK.  You are leaving tomorrow morning, right?”  He nodded.  “What do you think is going to happen after that?”  His eyes bugged out in surprise.  “I mean are you thinking back to friends?  Because you two so didn’t handle just friends very well.  Or is it long distance relationship?  Those don’t work out usually.  Do you think you are going to get her to move to Chicago?  What state is that, anyways?  Illinois, Indiana?”  She cocked her head to the side, waiting for an answer.

“Illinois.  Chicago is in Illinois.”  Spike said quietly. 

“Doesn’t matter which state it is in.  It’s the Midwest.  Do you think Buffy is a Midwest kind of girl?  With long winters with coldness and snow?  Have you seen Buffy?  She worships the sun.  So how do you think you are going to do this?”

Spike had no answer.  He didn’t really think beyond tonight because he knew that there may never be a tomorrow.  What Dawn was asking was something he should be asking Buffy.  At first she wanted to be just friends again and Spike knew Dawn was right.  They didn’t do just friends well.  Late Saturday night chat sessions when they should have been out on dates with people in the same area code.  The occasional cyber conversations that lead to masturbation and fantasies of what could be.  Spike closed his eyes, willing to come up with an answer within the next second. 

Buffy breezed into the living room and set four bowls of Chinese food on top.  Oblivious to the very profound conversation that was going on not 30 seconds ago, she went back to get the plates and chop sticks.  Dawn stopped staring at Spike and got up to help Buffy get the rest of dinner stuff together. 

The dinner was eaten in silence. The three were lost in their own thoughts.  Spike had a hard time eating with chopsticks and after five minutes of the girls laughing at him he got up and stalked into the kitchen.  Coming back a couple seconds later, Spike held a fork.  After that interruption, only the TV made noises.

~*~*~

Spike was lying on the bed with his hands holding the headboard.  His knees were bent up a little, cradling Buffy’s ass as she moved up and down on his long cock.  Her hands caressed his chest.  Her breasts bounced and moved in rhythm as they continued to fuck each other.  On the down swing, Buffy squeezed her vaginal muscles around his dick.  Going through the motions and emotions, they watched each other’s eyes, making this last night real.  Spike bucked his pelvis up as hers went down, shoving him self even deeper.  After the bittersweet completion, they laid together, him still inside her.  Buffy felt the tears escape from her eyes, falling onto his chest.  “What’s wrong, luv?”  Buffy shook her head and sniffed.  “Buffy, baby, what’s wrong?”  He brought his arms down and hugged her closer.

“What is this?”  Buffy gasped through the tears.

“What is what?”  Spike’s hands soothed her beck, but it did nothing about the maelstrom inside her. 

She sat up, still on his cock, “This, us,” she motioned between them.  “What is this?”

“Buffy, you know I love you, point in fact…” She didn’t let him finish

“I mean.  You’re leaving tomorrow, actually today, and then what?  Is tonight it?”

“I love you,” Spike tried to sit up, but Buffy held him down.

“But what’s going to happen?  You live in Chicago, Spike.  Are we going back to being friends and cyber sex pals?”

“Do you want that?”  Spike asked quietly.

“No, is that what you want?”  She asked just as equally quiet.

“No, we will figure something out.”  He held his arms out, trying to get her to lie down.

“How?”  She fell back into his embrace.

“I don’t know pet.”  They lay together quietly, thinking of some way to make it work.  Buffy got up and let him slip from her pussy.  She lay next to him and signed.  “Somehow we will figure it out.”  With that, Spike hugged Buffy and spooned against her back.

~*~*~

They never did.

“I guess this is it.”  Spike said after the initial boarding call for his plane was announced.  They stood in the airport at 5am, waiting for his plane.  The security teams didn’t allow Buffy to sit at the gate with Spike, so they waited at the last security checkpoint, savoring their last minutes together.

“Yeah,” Buffy’s head ducked down.  She didn’t want to say goodbye.  It was true: she hated goodbyes.  “You should get going.”

“I don’t want to.”  He took her hand in his.

“I know.”  She looked up into his shiny blue eyes.  Tears threatened to spill from both their eyes.

“Guess I better,” he looked over at the security checkpoint.  He better leave or he wouldn’t make it to the gate in time.

“I’ll miss you.”  He looked back into her eyes.

“I love you,” he said in desperation.

“I love you, too.”  Their lips met one final time.  For one fleeting minute, drinking and pouring the intensity of their love and life forming a greater one. 

“Got to go, luv.”  He didn’t want to let go.

“Call me when you get it.”  Spike took two steps away, still holding her hand.

“Will do,” only their tips of their fingers touched, each hating to lose this one last contact.

Spike turned around and headed for the checkpoint.  He deposited his laptop and other carryon and went through the metal detectors.  Once through, he looked back at Buffy.  The tears spilled from her eyes, pouring down her face.  Her eyes were wide open, catching every last glimpse of him that she could.  He saw her body shake with inaudible sobs.  Breaking his heart, he continued to the gate.

Monday came too slowly for Buffy.

She drove home from the airport on Saturday and ever since then she has been moping. Dawn found out quickly to leave Buffy alone. Two hours after she got home from the airport, Dawn was listening to her NSYNC CD a little loud and didn’t turn it down when Buffy asked her to. Three minutes later, Dawn found herself in the silent dark. Buffy not only flipped the breaker to Dawn’s room, but also removed it completely. The only time Buffy wasn’t moping was when Spike called. They stayed on the phone for less than five minutes and Buffy cried for two hours afterwards. Dawn stayed in her dark room, listening to the sobs of her sister. She tried once to go into Buffy’s room, but found the door locked. Sunday came around and Buffy didn’t leave her bed. She stayed in her bed all day, listening to her sad CD’s.

Monday

Elizabeth Summers the epitome of perfection was a wreck on the inside. She was sitting at her desk trying to go through the stack of email, regular mail, and pile of work that all piled up last week. Others in the office had no idea what was going on in the small office of Elizabeth Summers. She stayed in her office with her door closed and phone turned off. She didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone. Parker Abrahms came by earlier and knocked on her door. Willow quickly got up from her desk and shooed him away from Elizabeth’s office. She volunteered to help him with whatever he needed, but he declined and went back to his own office.

At 2:30, Buffy emerged from he office. She shuffled into the file room to pick up some files. No one paid attention to the slightly disheveled office manager. No one, save Parker Abrahms. He stood in his office door watching her gracefully move from her office into the file room. Like a snake stalking its prey, he slithered down the hallway to the file room. Elizabeth’s back was turned when he opened the door. Her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and her purple dress suit looked a little wrinkled. Not realizing she wasn’t alone, Elizabeth continued to peruse the files, looking for the last one she wanted. Parker stalked over and stood less than a foot behind her. “Busy day today, Elizabeth,” he breathed into her ear. Buffy jumped and whirled around, scared out of her mind.

“Mr. Abrahms! I didn’t hear you. I-I was looking for a file. Found it!” She held up the file and tried to move away.

Parker leered at her and stepped in front of her again. “What’s the rush, Elizabeth,” his hand came up and touched her shoulder, ‘I just want to talk.”

“Mr. Abrahms, I should get back to work. I have a lot piled up from last week.” She tried to side step him again. Parker came up behind her and right before she opened the door, he slammer his hand against the door, immobilizing it. Elizabeth stepped aside and away from him. “Mr. Abrahms, what is going on?” Elizabeth looked around, knowing there was no way to get out of the room, but still desperately searching.

“Oh, come on now, Ms. Summers,” he sneered, “I was hoping he could come to,” he stalked closer to her, trapping her against a file cabinet, “an arrangement.” His hand dipped down to her hand, trying to grasp it, but she pulled away.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Ms. Summers, or should I call you Elizabeth? How about Buffy? Seems like people that know you outside of work call you that awful nickname.” He moved closer enjoying her struggles. “And, I would like to get to know you very well.”

“Mr. Abrahms,” she moved closer like she was going to reach out to him, but instead sidestepped him again, moving closer to the door. Suddenly the door opened and Willow stood there. A relieved Elizabeth looked at her like a savior and Parker sulked.

“Elizabeth. Mr. Bennett is on the phone. He says he’s been trying to get a hold of you all day. I told him that you had piles of work on your desk and turned the ringer off, but he asked me to get you.”

Grateful for the intrusion Elizabeth said, “Please patch him through to my office. I will be right there.” Willow nodded and left. The door closed quietly and Elizabeth was left alone with Parker once again. “Leave me alone,” she whispered, gathered her files together, and opened the door to leave.

~*~*~

“There you are. I’ve been trying to call you all day,” Spike snipped into the phone.

“I was trying to get this mountain of paper work down to a sizable hill. Sorry. I didn’t know you were trying to get a hold of me. My voice mail light isn’t on.”

“I didn’t leave a message, pet,” his voice was a little less harsh. “I miss you.”

She looked up at her ceiling, praying for divine intervention, but none was coming. “Me too.”

“What’s wrong, Buffy?” His voice sounded insistent.

“Nothing.”

“There’s something, don’t lie to me.”

“It’s nothing, really. Just let it be.”

“Buffy…” she didn’t let him finish and changed the subject.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

She heard an audible sigh, “How are things?”

“Mr. Bennett…”

“Spike, darling.”

“Spike, is there anything you need? I really do have a mountain here.”

“Where were you when I called and Willow answered?” She knew he wasn’t going to let her off until he got what he wanted.

“In the file room.”

“Took you a long time, pet.”

“Fine, you want to know how it is going? Shitty. Parker the pig cornered me in there.”

“What did he want?”

“He’s an ass, Spike. Forget it. I told him to leave me alone.”

“GOD DAMN IT, BUFFY. Tell me what he wanted.” Spike had lost his tempter, she knew it and probably everyone in Chicago knew it.

“I don’t know. He didn’t get around to tell me exactly what he wanted, but he hinted he wanted to know me outside of work. But, he didn’t say it right out.”

“What?” She could hear the shaking of his body through the phone.

“Relax, I don’t think he will be trying anything so blatant again.”

“I’ll kill him!”

“No, you wont.”

“He’s fired.”

“For what? Coming on to your girl friend? And then what? You made that deal with him.”

“Doesn’t give him the right…”

“You gave him all the right, Spike. Stop it. I’m can handle him.”

“Buffy…”

“Seriously, I need to get to work, Goodbye.” Buffy hung up the phone and sighed. Her office looked like a tornado went through it. She looked over and saw her line was lit up. She checked the caller ID and saw a 312 number. She assumed it was Spike again and picked it up. “Public Claim, Elizabeth Summers speaking.”

“Buffy…”

“No, don’t I told you once and I’m telling it to you again. I have to live here and you don’t. You swoop in and mess everything up and then leave. I have to live with the repercussions.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… Spike you know what I mean. You leave and I am left with cleaning it up.”

“Cleaning what up?”

“Everything. My life. Every time I walk into the park I will see you and me on that stupid jungle gym. Or in the apartment. I’ll see you in my bed, beckoning me to join you. The office you used. The file room. Everything. I am here. I have to live with it. I told you before. It’s not fair, Spike.”

“What do you want me to do about it, pet?” She could hear his teeth grinding.

“Nothing, Spike. You can’t do anything about it.”

“Buffy, please, pet.”

“Spike, I have to get back to work.”

“We aren’t finished with this.”

“I’ve got to go.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” The hung up and both hung their heads in defeat. Was love enough to get them through this?

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