Anya and Willow were currently sitting in Buffy’s living room. They all had a day from hell and needed to relax. Buffy found her stash of Vodka, Tequila, Rum, and Amaretto. She brought out the bottles, mixers, chasers, and shot glasses. Giving each woman one. “So then Parker walks away from Buffy’s office in a huff. What’s up with him?” Willow asked.

“Not enough orgasms if you ask me.” Anya piped in before she took a shot of vodka.

Buffy picked a beer up and opened it up. “He’s an ass.” The two girls looked at her questionably. “Don’t ask.”

Willow shrugged her shoulders. “Wow, Mr. Bennett wasn’t happy that you turned off your ringer. He sounded upset. What did he want?”

Buffy looked up from her beer and stammered, “UH, he wanted… to make sure I emailed him a report he asked me to do.” Buffy sat back proud of herself that she came up with something so quickly.

The rest of the night involved Dawn coming home to three drunk women in the living room ranting about this or that. She just shook her head and headed to her bedroom. Every once in a while she would hear Anya say something about orgasm or erection and the three would giggle for minutes afterwards. At ten o’clock the phone rang. The drunks in the living room were not making any attempt to get the phone so Dawn did.

“Hey little bit, how’s it going?” A not so cheery voice said.

“Uh, fine. How’s Chicago?”

“Beastly, the temp is about 95 with the humidity is at 90 percent. No rain, just hot and humid.”

“Yuck. See you should have stayed here. It’s 85 with medium humidity.”

“Yeah, sounds nicer. So where’s your big sis?”

“Drunk in the living room.”

“She’s what?”

“Drunk, what to talk to her?”

“UH, yeah, nibblet thanks.” Dawn got up and went into the living room.

“Buffy, it’s Spike.” Buffy looked up quickly. And the two girls perked up.

All at once the girls started to shoot off questions.

“Oh, whose Spike?”

“When can we meet him?”

“Where did you meet him?”

“What kind of name is Spike? Is it what I think it is?”

“Where is he?”

“Dish girl!”

Buffy shook her head and got up to get the kitchen phone and slurred, “Buffy isn’t here, please leave a message at the beep. Beep.” And she hung up. “Dawn I don’t want to talk to him, don’t answer the phone.”

“Buffy you are being a bitch.” Dawn stood in the kitchen with her hands on her hips.

“I’ve had a hard day and the last thing I want is to talk to him.” Dawn shook her head and went back to her room. Anya and Willow got up and went into the kitchen. The phone rang again and again. Buffy watched the receiver as it rung again. The machine picked up and greeted the caller.

The three woman watched the indicator light blink and they heard, “God damn it, you bleeding woman, pick up the bloody phone. Buffy? I know you are there, probably listening to me, pick up the phone we need to talk.” Silent tears escaped Buffy’s eyes as she listened to the pain in his voice. After a deep sigh he tried a different approach, “You can’t keep avoiding me, pet. You will talk to me.” With that he hung up.

“Oh my god!” Anya said. Willow looked over at her friend.

“What?” Buffy snapped.

“That was Mr. Bennett. Your Spike is Mr. Bennett. Why didn’t I see this earlier!!”

Comprehension dawned on Willow and she breathed in deeply, “That why he wanted you to show him around the office.”

Feeling backed in to a corner Buffy shook her head. “No, no, no.”

Anya stepped up. “I know that voice. It is Mr. Bennett. You’re sleeping with him!”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Don’t deny it. He’s the one with the smooches and the hickey. Oh my god, all those hours you were helping him!”

“No, it’s not like that. Please, you’ve got to believe me.” Tears ran down her face, Buffy was utterly defeated.

“So there is something.” Anya probed.

“Yes. But he didn’t know that I was the office manager or anything when he came. We didn’t know… our real names… just the nicknames.”

‘Oh my god,” Willow gasped.

“It’s not like that!”

“Uh huh, sure sleeping with the rich boss is nothing like that,” Anya snidely said.

“Anya, Willow. Please. We didn’t even meet until Tue…”

“Tuesday! When you didn’t come in because of Dawn! He wasn’t in, either.” Willow ascertained.

“You slut!”

“Please, Anya… I was there in the morning. He came in and we talked.”

“You didn’t jump his bones?”

“Anya! He didn’t recognize me. I mean I’ve changed a lot in the past five years. So any way, I was just about to tell him who I was when Ms. Big Mouth here, Anya, ducks her head in and lets the cat out of the bag. I ran. I don’t know why. I guess just lost my nerve.”

“Oh my god, this is what romance novels are made of.”

“No they’re not! HE looked up my personal file and followed me home. We got talking. And I don’t know how it happened, but I think I fell in love with him. And now Parker knows and is black mailing him to keep his job. And, Spike is gone. And, now Parker is hitting on me. He fucking trapped me in the filing room. Thank god you came in when you did, Willow. I don’t know what to do!” Buffy collapsed in a kitchen chair. Willow came over and hugged her friend.

There was a knock on Dawn’s bedroom door. “Come in.”

“Dawn? Do you… um… have the number to Spike?”

“Uh yeah sure. Want me to dial it?” Anya nodded and Dawn handed her the phone.

“WHAT?”

“Um, Mr. Bennett?”

“Yeah, whose this?”

“This is Anya Jenkins.”

“How did you get this number?”

“Dawn dialed. Uh, I think Buffy needs to talk to you.”

“Is she alright?”

“No, she isn’t. I know you are back in Chicago and all, but she needs you.”

“Put her on the line, please.”

“I don’t think she is able to speak right now.”

“Where is she?”

“In the kitchen, crying her eyes out. Mr. Bennett, are you aware Parker Abrahms came on to her today?”

“She told me.”

“Did she tell you he trapped her in the filing room and wouldn’t let her leave?”

“She… didn’t tell me that.”

“I didn’t think so. See Buffy thinks she can take care of herself, but it’s nice to not to have to, you know?”

“Sure, pet.”

“So, I’m not sure what you two are about. Just that you knew each other before and now you kind of are involved.”

“No kind of. We are.”

“Well, I… um. I think you should act like it. You let Parker get the upper hand and now he is using it on Buffy with no way to defend herself.”

“Ms. Jenkins?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You are a good friend.”

“Thanks.”

“Could you get Buffy on the phone?”

“I’ll try.” After five minutes, she came back. “It’s no use, you wouldn’t be able to understand her anyway.”

“Thanks, pet. I’ll call her later.”

The phone call from Anya made the decision for him. There was no way he would allow Buffy to live under that kind of stress. Tomorrow, he would accept the LA director’s position. Spike stayed up all night sitting in his sparse living room. Looking around, he compared his own apartment to Buffy and Dawn’s. Theirs was filled with love and mementoes of the past. Spike looked around. No photographs, no little knickknacks, no souvenirs. For the past three years Spike lived in this place and yet it didn’t look like anyone ever lived here. No distinguishing marks. Spike sighed and continued to think about Buffy. His life seemed so empty here.

~*~*~

Walking into Omni Hype, Spike was on a mission. No longer William Bennett, the mild mannered VP, he strode through the halls. Usually he said Hello to everyone, but today he was on a mission. He knocked three times on the door of Frank Waterhouse. Hearing the call, he opened the door. “Frank, can we talk?” Spike looked into the old man’s kind eyes.

“Sure thing, Will, what can I do for you?”

“Is that director position in LA still available?”

“Yes, did you think about it?”

“I want to go back, Frank. I want to take the job, but I want to live there full time.”

“Will, the company is based here. It would be strictly commute.”

“I understand, sir. But see, I want to live out there. I will come back whenever you need me, but I would like to make California my home base.”

“Why?” The old man truly didn’t know.

“See, there is this girl.”

“Ah, it’s always about a girl, yeah?”

“No, well see, sir, I knew this girl while I was in college. We spent the best 5 days on my life with her. I fell in love with her. But she insisted that we not exchange personal information. I only got her email and so we kept in touch through email. Id it was at all possible, I fell more in love with her over the years.”

“So she lives in LA?”

“Actually she works for Public Claim.”

“Oh.” Lawsuits filtered inside Frank’s head.

“And when we found each other it was like 5 years hadn’t gone by. I felt like a 22 year old again. And we spent a lot of time together.”

“Did you sleep together?”

“Frank, I do not kiss and tell.”

“I need to know, young man. What if she sues for sexual harassment?”

“She won’t. Yes, we did sleep together. It was bloody wonderful.”

“Please don’t give me the details.” Frank rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Well, it was wonderful until this snake in the grass Parker Abrahms figured it out. I was going to let him go. His productivity is poor and he had countless complaints against him. I suspect he blackmailed the previous owner to keep him on.”

“And he is blackmailing you?”

“Yes, he said he was going to tell everyone about Buffy and I.”

“Her name is Buffy?”

“Frank!”

“OK, sorry.”

“So I agreed and told him he better shape up. But, now it’s come to my attention that he has his eye on Buffy and he isn’t being nice about it.”

“So what do you want me to do about it?”

“The only thing I want is to go back to LA and be with Buffy. I understand if you don’t want us to work in the same office, but I will be in LA with here. Either working for Omni Hype or not.”

“Will, we don’t want to loose you.”

“Frank, I don’t want to be lost either, but I am not offering Buffy’s position up. It’s mine. I love her, Frank and I can’t allow Parker to do this to her. It’s tearing her apart.”

“So, know you’ve told me this what do you want to do?”

“Simple, go to LA, fire that ingrates ass, hit him a couple times, and hold Buffy forever.”

“OK, on one condition.” Frank smiled as Spike’s eyebrow rose. “An invite to the wedding.” Frank laughed as Spike’s face fell. Young people today have so much to learn.

“Who said anything about a wedding?”

“Well, if she is as special as you say, she deserves it. And, not to mention I can’t allow the two of you single people to have an illicit affair. I could allow a husband and wife to have an illicit affair.” Spike’s face lit up.

“I think you are right, Frank.” Spike got up from the where he was sitting. Frank followed him to the door.

“So when do you want to get back to LA?”

“As soon as possible.” Frank patted Spike’s back and ushered him out.

Sxyspike: Buffy?

Sxyspike: Are you there?

Sxyspike: your phone is busy

Sxyspike: I know you are there

BAS: I’m here you caught me

Sxyspike: I knew you were on, little vixen you

BAS: Pulease!!

Sxyspike: Honey, I wanted to tell you something

BAS: Spike, can you give me some time

Sxyspike: Time for what?

BAS: To think. Every thing is swirling around.

Sxyspike: What do you mean?

BAS: Dawn, you, me, Us, Parker

BAS: I miss you

Sxyspike: LOL, I miss you too

BAS: Are you laughing at me <grin>?

Sxyspike: Maybe, did something happen at work today?

BAS: Oh, Anya and Willow know, but you know that already

Sxyspike: Yes, Anya called

BAS: Sorry I didn’t talk to you

Sxyspike: Me too. I want to be there with you

Sxyspike: You shouldn’t go through this alone

BAS: I’m not alone. Willow and Anya kicked Parker’s ass today

Sxyspike: Do tell

BAS: Parker tried to corner me again, this time in his office

Sxyspike: I’ll kill him

BAS: But Willow came in every two minutes with stupid excuses

Sxyspike: Like what?

BAS: She lost her pen

BAS: Then it was her note pad

BAS: Call for me on line two and Parker could see no one was on line two

Sxyspike: Did he buy it?

BAS: Don’t know, but he didn’t get to me

BAS: Anya told him that one-day someone was going to rip out his entrails and make party favors out of them

Sxyspike: Really?

BAS: It wasn’t as of a bad day today

Sxyspike: I’m glad, kitten

BAS: How about you? Did you say you had something to tell me?

Sxyspike: Uh, yeah. But I forgot.

BAS: What?

Sxyspike: Never mind

BAS: Spike!

Sxyspike: Yes dear?

BAS: OMG, did you just call me dear?

Sxyspike: Uh I believe I did

BAS: You are such a dork

Sxyspike: But you love it

BAS: Yes, I do.

Sxyspike: So anything else happen?

BAS: Are you asking as my boss or boyfriend?

Sxyspike: Am I your boyfriend?

BAS: I certainly hope so! Don’t you want to be my boy friend?

Sxyspike: Only if you will talk to me on the phone

BAS: Is that what makes you happy?

Sxyspike: Bloody right it does. Lets get off of here and I’ll call you in two minutes.

BAS: Are you sure? This is cheaper?

Sxyspike: BUFFY!!!

BAS: All right, all right. I’m getting off

Sxyspike: I hope not! I’m the only one that is allowed to do that for you

BAS: PIG!

Sxyspike: The Mr. Gordo kind?

BAS: Any other kind?

Sxyspike: I love you

BAS: I love you too. Now, about that phone call…

Sxyspike: On it. Talk to you in a sec…

~*~*~

The next day passed quietly. Parker spent most of his time in his office. When he first came in, he was headed to Buffy’s office, but Anya intercepted him holding a pair of wickedly sharp scissors. She snipped at the air as she talked politely with him. He ended up leaving at 2:45. Buffy’s desk finally looked like it was in order, even with a mountain of work still on it.

The flowers started at 2. First it was a bouquet of tulips. At 2:30 it was a basket of summer wildflowers. At 3:15 it was a dozen yellow roses. At 3:45 it was two-dozen red roses. None of the deliveries had cards except to state it was for Elizabeth Summers.

At 4:30 another delivery person came into her office. He held a huge bouquet of purple orchids. Breathing in deeply, Buffy didn’t even recognize the delivery person. Spike smirked behind his disguise, finally understanding how fun it must have been for Buffy to realize that he didn’t recognize her last week. Buffy’s eyes were wide open in appreciation as she came around her desk. Handing over the flowers, Spike smirked. It was so fun! She breathed in the fragrance deeply and looked over her bouquet, meeting his dancing eyes. “Spike!” she squealed. She quickly put down the flowers and hugged him, unaware that her office door was wide open and everyone in the office could and did see them.

Their mouths meet in desperation. Tongues met twirled around each other, Spike’s body up against Buffy’s, arms holding on for dear life. Anya and Willow shared a knowing smile. Willow got up and went over to her office. Quietly, she shut the door. Everyone in the office heard the crash and the moans, but no one made a comment. They all left early, giving the couple some privacy.

The phone was ringing and ringing and ringing. Somewhere in the befuddled brain of Buffy she realized that, but in a much more lust induced part, she didn’t care. Her blouse was unbuttoned and pushed back behind her shoulders and Spike currently had hi mouth latched on to her lace cover right breast. Her skirt was twisted around her waist and slightly pulled up so he could kneel between her knees. Spike’s clothes were in a very similar state. His t-shirt as puller up to his neck and his hard cock in his jeans had already popped the top button open, reaching for her. Rolling around her office, under her desk they continued to kiss, caress each other the two were totally oblivious to the outside world. Taking moments of precious breath between exhaustive minutes of kissing, the couple inhaled each other.

The phone was ringing again, only this time the phone was in Spike’s jeans. Feeling the vibrations, the two separated. Buffy looked down, wondering what the HELL was that and Spike calmly took out his phone. “Hello?”

“Spike? Oh my god Spike. I can’t find Buffy.”

“Calm down bit.”

“Calm down? Calm down? What if Parker got to her? She isn’t at the office, I tried her cell, and she isn’t at home.”

“Relax, Bit. I know where big sis it. Don’t worry.” Spike smirked and got on his knees. He watched Buffy try to straighten her skirt and button her blouse.

“You what? How?”

“I’m with her.”

“WHAT? Where are you?” Spike took the phone away from his ear.

“Tone it down there, pet. We will be home soon.”

“How soon?”

“About an hour.”

“You call an hour soon?”

“Well, Take into account that we are still at Public Claim offices, and it takes a while to get from here to your place, yes, soon.” Spike watched Buffy adjusted his own clothes. Tickling his stomach as she drew down his shirt. She was going to button his jeans when she saw his cock head peeking out of his jeans. Laughing to herself, she dipped down and licked a bit of precum from the shrinking appendage. She heard him groan while on the phone and push her head away. Spike wagged his finger in her face and stood up. “Be there in a bit, Bit.” He hung up the phone, “You are a very bad girl, Ms. Summers.”

Buffy pouted out her bottom lip, “Oh really Mr. Bennett? I guess I have been a bad girl, care to punish me?” Spike growled and looked like he was contemplating the suggestion when they heard someone in the outer office. Peeking out they saw a very inebriated Parker stumble into his office singing off key, “Oh Don-Buffy. Oh Don-uffy. I want a girl her name is Don-uffy.”

Smirking Spike looked at Buffy who barely could contain her laughter. “He’s singing. About me. Oh my god, Spike. He’s singing… badly.” She doubled over and started to laugh outright. Parker, to immersed in trying to make up and sing his own words to “Oh, Donna.” Gritting his teeth, Spike didn’t find it funny. First he blackmailed him into keeping his job, second he tried to come onto Buffy, and third he’s at work…DRUNK.

“I’ve had it with that wanker!” Spike started to stride out of the office when Buffy grabbed his arm.

“Wait, what about…” she gestured between them.

“About what? Us? Got that covered. Anyways, all those people saw our reaction before Red closed the door.

“Willow? Closed the door? I’m going to have to thank her.”

“You do that. I’m going to break that pillock.” Buffy kept a firm hold onto his arm. “Let go.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Fire him.” Spike’s jaw clenched even tighter.

“Not going to hit him?”

“Well, that goes without saying.” Spike gave his trademark grin as she let go.

“Just don’t do too much damage.” He nodded and went off to find the drunken bastard.

“Hey, pillock, what do you think you are doing?” Parker currently was sitting at his desk with his pants undone and his miniscule hard dick waving in the wind. Parker looked up and any erection he had disappeared. Spike stalked over to him and smirked as he looked down. “And what do you think you were going to do with that, boy?”

Not to quick on the uptake, Parker stuffed himself into his pants and stood up. Forgetting that he didn’t button his pants up they fell down around his ankles. “What the Fuck are you doing here?”

“I’m the head of LA operations, and you?”

“Working late.” Parker finally noticing his pants were on the ground, pulled them up and re-buttoned them.

“Not anymore. Get out and don’t come back.”

“Nut uh, Will-i-am, don’t you remember our understanding?”

“Understanding is over. Get your drunk ass out of here before I do some damage.”

“What will the prestigious Omni Hype think of one of their executives fucking a glorified secretar…” Spike didn’t let Parker to finish. His fist connected with Parkers nose. The power and magnitude of the punch continued as his fist connected with the soft tissue of Parkers eye.

“Don’t you DARE talk about her that way.” Parker made an attempt to throw his fist in Spike’s direction, but he saw it coming and moved out of the way. “Now you have it coming.” Spike’s fist connected with Parker’s stomach, making him wince and double over. Spike brought his knee up and connected with his forehead. Happy that he go a bit of violence in and his point done, Spike started to walk out of the office. “I expect this office to be cleaned out by the end of the week. You are to return your keys tomorrow morning.”

“I swear I’ll tell.”

“Go ahead. Everyone knows anyway. Maybe you should have stuck around for the afternoon.” Spike walked calmly back into Buffy’s office.

“Done?”

“Yeap,” he sat down in the chair.

“Have fun?”

“Yeap.”

“Ready to go?”

“No, waiting for the wanker to leave.” He motioned in the direction of Parker. Buffy gasped when she say the bruises forming on his face.

“Oh my god, Spike, what did you do?”

“Nothing he didn’t ask for, luv. Come on, let’s follow him out.”

The next weekend…

“Why does she have to live on the third floor?” Xander puffed up the stairs, helping Spike carry his mattress. “And why do you need to move your bed? Doesn’t she have one already?”

“Because mine is a king and hers isn’t.” Spike spat. The bed was getting heavy and the steps seemed insurmountable. “Thanks for driving the truck, mate.”

“No prob, bob! Only took five days to get here.” Xander continued to push the monstrous bedding up. “How did you get yourself packed so quickly?”

“I made a list of what I wanted and what I wanted to sell before I came back out here. There isn’t much that I wanted. The moving company was bloody great with loading the truck and leaving it for you.”

“Yeah, seemed like all I had in the truck was the bed and TV,” Xander laughed. The two men finally made it up the stairs and to the front door of Buffy’s apartment. Inside the two female occupants made a clear pathway to the back bedroom.

“Spike, I don’t think it will fit.” Buffy said as the passed.

Spike bent down and whispered in her ear, “That’s what you said about not so little spike and it did.” He curled his tongue around his teeth and grinned.

“Pig!” She swatted his arm as the men continued down the short hallway.

~*~*~

“So what do you want to do for your eighteenth birthday? Party at your improved digs?” Buffy tried to be cool. The girls were moving their entertainment center to make room for Spike and his TV. The girls thought they had it made with their 31 inch TV until Spike showed them the 60 inch projection TV, Xander and Spike were currently renting a special cart to get it into the building and up the stairs. They have been gone for two hours already.

“Ug, retro enough? That’s a world of no on the party. You two are too loud.”

Buffy’s face turned crimson, “I did not just hear my little sister say that!”

“Just like I didn’t hear you two last night with the ‘Oh, ah, harder! Harder Spike Harder.’”

“I am so not having this conversation with you.”

“Awe, I’m just kidding, you two weren’t as loud as two weeks ago. I had to sleep over Janice’s twice so I could get some sleep.”

“I’m sorry. We will be quieter. You shouldn’t have to hear that.”

“It’s not like I have to put up with it much longer. I’m getting a place near school with Janice.”

“Dawn, I thought we talked it over and decided it would be much cheaper for you to live here.”

“Cheaper, yes, but with you and Spike together and the countless hours of studying I will have to do I think the apartment with Janice would be better.”

“If I promise to quiet down, will you stay?”

“No, you and Spike need to be together and I need to be in my own place.” There was a knock on the front door. Buffy got up to check it; she wondered what was taking the guys so long.

“Anya!”

“Hey Buffy. Did you know someone is moving into your building?” Anya stepped in and saw the mess of the living room. “Or moving out?”

“Spike’s moving in, isn’t that great?” Dawn got up from her position on the floor and bounced around. “He’s got a HUGE TV and he said he wants to get a satellite!”

“Oh, Spike? Moving in? Here?” Anya looked around.

“We discussed it and decided it would be stupid for him to get his own place when I’ve got one already.”

“Ah, I see. What about work? I know he hasn’t been around the offices lately, but is that wise as your boss?” Buffy’s face fell. She knew that there was some opposition to her and Spike working and going out together, but she didn’t think it would be one of her friends.

“Watch it ladies, man carrying a TV,” Xander peeked through the open door.

“You’re back?” Buffy quickly moved some of the furniture out of the way and they maneuvered the cart and TV into the apartment. The guys finally sat down in front of the black box sweating and thirsty. Buffy ran into the kitchen and got two beers, opened them, and gave them to the two men. “Anya, this is Xander, Spike’s friend. Xander this is Anya. Everyone else knows everyone.”

“Nice to meet you Xander, you are quite sweaty with big hands.” Anya shook Xander’s hand while he looked her up and down.

“Sorry, helping move Spike here is a tough challenge. Don’t you own anything that doesn’t weigh a ton?”

Spike’s eyebrow raised and he got up walking over to Buffy. “Yeap, I do now,” he said as he picked Buffy up with his arms under her shoulders and knees. “Light as a feather.”

“Hey! Put me down, you do not own me!”

Spike stuck out his lower lip in a pout, “Pet, that’s not what you said last night.”

“Oh no, no more about sex talk. I’ve had enough with Dawn.” Spike looked questionably at Dawn. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Spike let Buffy down, but kept his arm around her waist.

New black silk sheets: check

New pillows: check

Candles lit: check

Champagne chilling: check

Sensual music in the background: check

Box of Condoms: check

Massage lotion: check

Dawn out of apartment: check

Girlfriend: no check.

“Oh Buffffffyyyyyy,” Spike sung as he walked down the dark hallway. Buffy was washing dishes in the kitchen and didn’t hear him approach. He stood in the doorway, watching her wiggle her ass as she scrubbed the burnt frying pan. Smirking, Spike came up behind her. He could tell the moment she felt him. Buffy stopped scrubbing the pan and her back went rigid. She knew he was planning something, but she didn’t know what. Spike let his hands travel from her shoulders slowly down to her hands in the soapy water. He drew her hands out of the dirty water and rinsed them with clean water and some sweet smelling soap. Standing shirtless behind her, he led her to the towels and helped her dry of her hands along with his.

With a sappy smile, Buffy said, “What are you doing?”

Spike dipped his head to her shoulder and breathed into her ear, “Going to make you feel so good, Princess.” His tongue snaked out and licked her ear lobe, leaving traces of him self on her. His hands moved down to encircle her waist, bringing her ass to align with his hardened cock.

She turned around in his embrace, matching her groin to his. Her leg lifted and circled around his leg, “And, how do you propose that?”

Spike looked down at his love in THEIR apartment and smirked, “By Fucking you six ways to Sunday or until you can’t walk anymore.” With that, Spike grabbed her leg and brought it up further while grinding himself into her. She hopped up and clamped her legs around his torso. Spike grabbed onto her ass, steadying her as they kissed. Their tongues battled with each other, seeking submission. Spike leaned forward, trapping Buffy’s body between his and the fridge as they dry humped and kissed.

Somehow, Spike got enough energy and drive to get them into the bedroom. He carried her effortlessly and deposited her on the big bed. She felt the silken sheets and it prompted her to look around. White candles of all shapes and sizes lit the room. She watched as Spike walked over to an ice bucket and opened a bottle of champagne. “Oh, someone was planning something, I don’t think that was very nice,” she huskily whispered.

He looked over at her, dressed in a pair of short blue jean cutoffs and purple tank top. Her hair was held in a ponytail and her face was devoid of any makeup. She looked almost like she had five years ago when they met. Her tan legs were outstretched in front of her, slightly bent at the knee. Her arms propped her body up, off the sensual bed. Popping the cork, and almost popping his zipper, Spike poured two flutes of champagne. “Where did you get all this? I didn’t see it in the truck.”

“Remember when Xan and I went? I did some shopping.” He gave her a flute and sat down next to her legs, facing towards her. He ran his cold hand (from the champagne bottle) down her thigh, making her shudder in desire.

“Some shopping in deed. I didn’t even see you bring this stuff in, let alone set it up.”

Smirking as he watched his fingers dance around her upper thigh, so close to her forbidden fruit, he commented, “I must admit, Bit helped me distract you.”

“Ah, so that’s why her computer speakers suddenly stopped working via they were unplugged.”

“Precisely, luv.” Evidently Buffy had no problem with him calling her love any more. She set her glass on the floor and sat back up. She drew her legs closer and got up on her knees. He watched as she slipped out of her shirt. He took a deep breath when she rubbed her nipples, making them hard. He reached for her, but she evaded his grasp.

“Nut uh, lover boy. You surprised me, now it’s for you. You’ve been a very bad man, Spike.” She unbuttoned the top button of her jeans and stood up, almost slipping on the silky bed covers. She shimmied out of her jeans, revealing her red lace thong.

“Luv, please.” He reached for her again, but she again slipped through his fingers.

“If you aren’t going to behave, I will have to make you!”

Smirking, “And, how are you going to do that?”

Buffy stopped and looked thoughtful before her face lit up. She stepped off the bed and rummaged through a drawer. Coming back to the bed, she held her hands behind her back. Carefully, so she wouldn’t reveal the surprise, Buffy grasped his flute and set it on the floor next to hers. She ordered him up to the pillows. Crawling on the dark silk fabric made her moan. She crept up to him, straddling his jean covered crotch and told him to close his eyes. Carefully, she wound one of his ties onto his wrist and brought it up to the wrought iron bed frame. Spike felt the cold fabric encircle his wrist and couldn’t help but smile. She repeated her task with his other wrist and in turn immobilized him.

Happy with her handiwork she allowed him to open his eyes. She got up from the bed again and strutted over to the dresser again making sure her ass swished and swayed, this time pulling at another drawer. She took out a blindfold and came back. Her breasts jiggled as she made her way to the side of the bed. “Now, if you are a bad boy again, I will have to punish you more.” Spike nodded and smiled, he never saw this from his Buffy before and it thrilled him. “Now where were we? Oh yeah, your punishment. You have to watch me.”

She climbed back up onto the bed and stood up. Her hips started to say in front of him. Spike’s eyes watched as she started to dance to the music. The beat of the drums and the saxophone melody was spurring her into erotic rhythms and poses. She watched with heavy eyelids as she let herself dip down and come back up. Spike watched ardently as her breasts dipped and swayed along with her. After a couple dips of her hips and torso, Spike was straining on his binds. His mouth was open like a little baby, ready to suckle on its mom’s tit. She chuckled as she watched him battle. “Nut, uh, Mr. Remember the blindfold?” Spike immediately looked chastised and stopped his squirming. He reclined back and decided to watch her tease him. She cupped her breasts together, and brought her head down. She slowly licked her cleavage and dipped down to the music. Spike felt, rather than heard the pop of his jeans and his cock springing up. All Spike could see or hear was Buffy dancing and teasing him. When the song was over, she kneeled down over his legs and properly took off his jeans. “Looks like someone broke a pair.” The zipper popped in the middle of itself and she struggled to get his cock back through the opening and out the top. Spike closed his eyes when she touched his member, trying to free him from his own pair of jeans. He envisioned Parker dancing in a tutu, but the image quickly turned to Buffy dancing in a tutu. Shaking his head, Spike gritted his teeth and refused to come just from her touch.

Finally free from his clothes, Spike though Buffy was going to climb on top of him, but instead she looked over at the nightstand where he placed massage lotion. “Oh, lotion!!” She got up and rummaged around her dresser again. She set it down under a pillow on the other side of the bed, hiding it from his view. Getting back up on the bed, she took off her thong and placed it near his head. “Do you want me baby?” He nodded. “Do you want to taste my juices?” He nodded again, struggling not to struggle. Dominatrix Buffy was driving him crazy. He could smell, almost taste, her juice on her thong. He turned his head and tried to take a taste from her thong, but she whipped it away. “Nut oh, Mr. You’re going to have to wait. Bad boy, not telling me about his plans.” She took straddled his upper thighs, staying away from his angry looking cock and reached over to the nightstand to grab the massage oil. Her breasts brushed up against his stomach and he took a sharp breathe in. “Going to feel so good, baby.” She took a small amount of the liquid and rubbed her hands together. He watched, fascinated, as she rubbed the shiny liquid on her breasts, she lifted and squeezed as she coated them with the lavender oil. With another small amount, she covered her stomach and upper thighs in the oil. Panting, Spike wanted so bad to be the one covering her body in oil, but couldn’t from his confines. Smiling, she got off of his legs and continued to lather her body up. He watched as each toe was covered. Her hands ran up her calves and her knees. Making sure he was watching her hand rub the massage oil into her upper inside thighs, she reached for the object under the pillow. Bringing it back, hidden by her body, she brought her other hand back into play. He watched as her pink pussy opened up under her fingers, spreading her combined juices and oil around. He watched as she flicked her glistening clit. Moaning, she reached behind her and turned on the object. He watched her reveal a deep purple vibrator. “Want to watch as I fuck myself with this?” She twirled it around her lips, making her feel so light-headed. Taking no answer as yes, Buffy impaled herself on the vibrating machine. He watched her eyes close in pleasure as she slowly fucked herself in front of him. The purple dildo disappeared and reappeared as she moved it in and out with one hand. The other moved up to play with her nipples, pinching and pulling as she moved closer to her orgasm. Not being able to take it, Spike’s own orgasm came as he shot out his white ropey jiz on his stomach. Watching him explode, by just watching, Buffy teetered over the hill and enjoyed her own orgasm.

After untying Spike, Buffy learned the true meaning of being tied up.

The next day, still sore from the little adventure to the dominatrix world, Buffy and Spike drove to Long Beach. Buffy wanted to visit the aquarium and Spike was just happy to be able to share it with her. Buffy sat in the passenger seat of her little car as Spike found the way down the 405. Sighing peacefully and contently, Buffy watched him as he drove. Just then, she noticed his hair wasn’t quite as white as it used to be. “What happened to your hair?”

Bringing up one hand to his head, “What do you mean?”

“Your, hair, it’s not white.”

Sighing, glad that nothing was really wrong with his hair, “I don’t bleach it all the way out, pet.”

“Huh?”

“Its golden, princess. At least the bottom is, the top is bleached.”

“How did they do that?”

Looked over and winking, “Magic.”

“You’re such a liar.” She lightly punched his shoulder as he continued to drive.

~*~*~

The exhibits were wonderful at the aquarium. Right now, Buffy and Spike were walking down the beach, enjoying the afternoon sun. Stopping near the waters edge, Spike held Buffy in his arms. “Reminds me of that night,” he whispered in her ear.

Giggling from the tickle, “Mm except we aren’t surrounded by horny college kids and it isn’t night.”

Looking around he said, “Mm, I think there are a couple horny college kids around us, luv.”

“I think we are the only horny people here, sweetie.” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“OK, I’ll give you that.”

The watched the waves roll in, holding each other until Spike cleared his throat. “This is almost perfect, luv.”

She turned around and looked up at him, “Almost?”

“Yeah,” he kneeled on the ground and took her hand, “Buffy, we’ve been apart for the past five years. When I first found you, I knew you were different, that we were different.” Buffy felt the tears form in her eyes before he could even get one word out. “We may have moved fast in the beginning, but we’ve gotten to know each other through email and such.” He caressed her hand and reached into his pocket, revealing a beautiful marquise cut diamond ring with little stones surrounding the big diamond in the center. “I know I have loved you from the beginning and even more today. Will you marry me?”

Spiked looked at her face. Tears were running down her cheeks, unchecked. “Spike…” Words failed her.

“Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth.”

“Yes!” Spike slipped the ring on her finger and got up. She launched her whole body into his, knocking him down. The couple didn’t come up for air for a long time.

The End