Chapter 14: Coffee

Spike surfaced from a deep sleep with his memories of the previous night trailing along. Beth was back, back with him, back in his arms, back in his bed. The top portion of her naked body lay over his, and her leg lay over both of his. Spike quietly chuckled to himself. If his arms were not wrapped around this precious woman, instead of softly laughing, he would be yelling, jumping up and down like some bloke that had just one million dollars on a slot machine in Las Vegas. So instead, he lightly ran his hands all over her back and nuzzled her before brushing aside her golden hair, exposing the smooth column of her neck. With his lips curled up into a smile, Spike kissed her skin and ran his fingertips along her jugular vein, feeling her pulse, feeling her life.

Regardless of his joy, the smile turned to a frown. With bottomless regret, Spike eased out of bed without waking her, laying her on her side, but he did stop to take a moment to look at her and thank the gods again that she had come back to him. He knew he was wearing the word out, but he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. Back, back, back, back. No matter what the day actually looked like outside, it would be beautiful because Beth would be lying in his bed with a small, contented smile on her face. Again, he returned to that word. Back, back, back. She’s back.

Immediately missing the feel of his body underneath her own, Buffy rolled onto her stomach with the hunter green sheet covering her up to the waist, groaning, and cuddling against his pillow, and judging from her lower lip, which now jutted out in a show of displeasure, the pillow was a poor substitute for him. After listening, Spike could tell by the slow tempo of her breathing that she was still asleep; he hurried quietly as possible into the library to drink down his blood breakfast before heading to the kitchen.

Buffy must have finally heard him moving around, working on a late breakfast. Actually, more like a late lunch. Spike grinned as he listened to her make a noise halfway between a moan and a whimper, which he recognized as her own personal sound of pouting. Absently listening to her adorable, pouty noise while he cut some fruit, he heard her sleep filled, gravely voice muffled against the sheets. “Need coffee…”

Chuckling and shaking his head, Spike called to her from the kitchen. “Wouldn’t want you to go without your morning java fix, little miss needy. It’s coming right up.”

Even though her mind was still pretty much floating in dream land, her sleepy mind still registered his term of endearment, and without giving it a thought, she called back, “Love you, too, William. But… Need coffee. Now.”

“Look who’s woken up on the bossy side of the bed.” Spike poured the water into the coffee maker before her words sunk in and interrupted his thoughts of tickling her until the coffee was ready. He froze. ‘Love you, too? Did I hear her right?’ Slowly Spike moved to the doorway of the bedroom and stared at Beth lying on her stomach with her face turned so he could still see her profile. Ohhh, how many times he had dreamed of her saying just those same words, but before he won his soul, he told himself that her love was elusive, just out of reach. No way to count all the times he told her that she did love him and just wouldn’t admit it to herself or to him. However, during that last year in Sunnyhell, he came to terms with reality, painfully leaving behind his dreams and delusions. He would never hear words of love towards him. Yes, there was friendliness with subtle attraction. In fact, when the lay together those nights before the big fight against the First Evil, they were at ease and even drew comfort from each other. Those were some of the most treasured memories he alone retained. Spike also carried the memory of those last seconds right after Buffy had made her wish. Just before she disappeared, she had looked up him, her face full of raw emotions, and ever since that moment, Spike had harbored the hope that among the anguish, he also saw affection. Affection that he had wanted to believe was love. Regardless, he knew he was deluding himself again, but losing Buffy to her wish, the fantasy helped him make it day after day. As a result, when he had heard the words of love from Beth, he thought he was hearing things. Just in case his hopes were again in overdrive and that he had heard her wrong, he tried to make his question for confirmation sound casual. “Pet, what did you just say?”

While answering, she squirmed around, still trying to get comfortable in the bed without William to curl up against. “Uhmm?...Coffee. You kept me up all night, having your way with me, which by the way, I thoroughly enjoyed and look forward to doing every night. Or days would be good, too. So coffee, and I’m going to need it intravenously if you don’t hurry up.”

She knew that he was standing in the door way, and after a few moment of silence, Beth could tell William was still looking at her. Perplexed, she tried to figure out what was bothering him. “What’s the big deal over coffee, or come to think of it, if I get sex first, I’ll start begging for coffee more often. What if we are in a restaurant, and I want coffee? Then where are we going to have sex? Do you think we can do it on the table? Maybe we should ask for a booth.”

Spike missed all of her questions since he had a quick debate with himself. On one side, William was trying to be a gentleman, a shy, Victorian gentleman, and sweep the love issue under the rug until she mentioned it again. On the other side, Spike yelling to make her say it over and over and over. Spike mixed the two and decided to approach straight on, but not force her if she is not be ready. “No, pet. What did you say before the coffee part?”

“What…before?” She picked her head up a little, thinking. When her head flopped back down on the pillow, Spike knew she had remembered. “All I said was ‘Love you, too. But…Me. Need. Coffee. Now.” The last words sounded like begging.

Even though he couldn’t see, she rolled her eyes and let out a deep sigh since she could tell he was still looking at her. “Oh my god, dense much? You already knew that.”

“No, I didn’t know THAT.” Spike shook his head and used his hands, palms up to emphasize his astonishment. “You…You never told me.” Letting it sink in, a very dazed Spike turned back to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, but then used his hand to knock some sense into himself. ‘What the hell am I doing in the kitchen making friendly with a sodding coffee maker?’ Slamming the mugs and cream down, he flew into the bedroom to stand by the side of the bed. His words came out harsh but intense. “Tell me again.”

Beth opened her eyes to look at him and saw shock and tentative hope. Ding! The light bulb above her head blinked on. What she had said so casually must have been unexpected to him. So without even intentionally doing it, the gig was up. She would have to call Willow later and tell her that, as her friend wanted her to, that she had finally told William that she loved him. It may have been a slip of the tongue, but nevertheless, he now knew the truth.

She suddenly felt shy since he didn’t say he returned her love. As a result, Beth was glad that she was lying on her stomach so she could hide her face. She chanced a quick look at his face. “You have shocked face. Geez, dense much? At the mall, I practically dragged you to that café for coffee with me. I hunted down your phone number and pretty much pushed you into that first dinner. Then I pestered you for weeks and then jumped you on the sofa in your living room so you would have sex with me. Then Moron Beth ran away, but since I couldn’t stand to be without you, I raced back doing mach three. Overall, I have just about stalked you for several months. Simple math here. One plus one equals two. That’s me and you. I. Love. You. Got it?”

Finally, Beth moved so she could see William better. When he continued to stay and silent, not even a nod, Beth became frustrated. “Knock, knock. Hellooo, idiocy calling.”

Embarrassment began to take over, starting with a flaming blush on her face. She turned her head away from him so he couldn’t see her face and kept silent herself.

Suddenly Spike was jerking off the sheet that she was covering her, sending it flying off the bed completely, and his boxers followed close behind the sheet. Moving swiftly, he laid on top of her, his front against her back. He growled into her ear, “Not a thick headed git here, love. Just surprised.”

Perplexed, Buffy shook her head. “Why?”

“I just didn’t think I would be so blessed to have your love.” Spike enjoyed every little wiggle she made beneath him.

With her legs still together, she could feel his erection against the valley between her legs and loved every motion. Beth still lay on her stomach, pretending that she wasn’t getting turned on. He continued to stroke his shaft between her legs. Yet another position he was teaching her, and even though he was not inside of her yet, the position mad her quiver. The more he moved, the more she grew to love Spike’s new position, especially as he started to alternate kisses, licks, and nips all over her neck, shoulders, and down her back in random patterns. This randomness made his ministrations all the more exciting since she didn’t know where his lips or teeth would touch her flesh next.

Driving her crazy now, Spike finally made his way down to where he could run the tip of his tongue down along the crack of her ass. What he was doing to her, where he was licking her was new to her idea of foreplay. With the new position and new foreplay, Beth gave up all pretenses of not being aroused and couldn’t moan or groan enough at the incredibly erotic sensations Spike’s talented tongue sent coursing through her body. He never went any farther than the first three or four inches down her crack, but his licks and nips on either side of her cheeks drove her wild. In fact, she was so caught up that she didn’t notice Spike’s hands spreading her legs wider, but she did feel his body sliding back up hers. He started his ascent starting low in the crack of her ass; his tongue followed up the line of her spine until he was nipping on her neck again. And she definitely felt the head of his shaft pushing against the folds of her sex. Beth gasped and squirmed underneath him, arched her back so that her ass was up higher, trying to push him inside of her. To add to her frustration, Spike purposefully held back, refusing her efforts, staying with the head of his shaft rubbing at her opening.

She couldn’t help but beg. “Please, William, please. I need…I need you so bad!” As William hissed a yes, Beth felt him slowly slide into her up to the hilt. Both held still, enjoying their union.

As he started to glide in and out, her thoughts swirled around two thoughts. William was finally filling her, stretching her. But more importantly, her usual pleasure when making love with him had changed into ecstasy since she declared her love for him. Nothing to hide, all to give. But Beth was also greedy. She wanted more. “William, wait…Wait!” She used her whole body to roll him to the side, off of her.

Her words and actions served as cold ice water poured on his lust straight on. With panic clear on his face and fear that he had done something wrong, Spike instantly scooted his body further away so that they no longer were touching. When she rolled over onto her side facing him, the gorgeous smile on her face shined like a beacon. In her light, Spike’s fear transformed into confusion.

Beth reached out to him and stroked his cheek. Her smiling face looked into an astounded face. “I know this will sound like I’m Boring Girl, but I want to make love with you missionary style. William, I want to be able to look into your face, kiss your lips and look into your eyes as we are one. Ok or too lackluster?”

His intense desire for Beth reappeared as fast as it had swiftly left. “As we are one.” Those words were now burned into his brain along her “I love you” and would keep him warm for centuries to come. With his heart feeling ten times bigger that it should be, Spike moved back over her and gently lay down on top of her. Spike brushed a few strands of her blond hair to the side so that he could look at her whole face unimpeded. Beth had been so right. Looking into her beautiful eyes was much better. With a small smile and flames of desire in his eyes, he asked, “Happy now, pet?”

When she nodded her head, he tilted his head to the side so he could kiss her right and proper, yet with their eyes still locked. Just before their lips touched, he whispered in a low voice choked with emotion, “Beth, I love you.” Then he kissed her. The kiss was gently exploring. The kiss was leisurely. The kiss was full of love. After a few minutes of his tongue making her frantic, Beth used her fingers buried in his blonde hair to pull his head up. Her face was flush with desire as she looked into his eyes. “William, I love you, too, but enough already with the foreplay. Be a good missionary, and make while native love to me now.”

No way was he going to disappoint his lady, not that he wanted to hold back any longer, especially since she told him again that she loved him. While they still looked into each others eyes, Beth wrapped her legs around his waist, and when she felt the tip of his shaft positioned at her entrance, she lifted her hips to meet him, joining them together. As Spike paused for a moment as before, Beth could feel him filling and stretching her again. Spike enjoyed the walls of her sex tightly gripping him shaft. Then one word set him into motion when Beth gave him a breathy “yes.”

As he stroked inside of her, it took all of Spike’s constraint not to come in the first two minutes. Buffy declared her love for him. Granted this was between William and Beth, but Beth technically was Buffy, so the words and feelings were the same he had hoped for, at least for him. “Beth.” Wanting to get her attention away from her sensual high, Spike pulled his shaft out, and Spike whispered in her ear, “Beth, I do love you.” Then he drove into her until he totally possessed her. “I love you so bloody much.”

Beth pulled his head up, looking him eye to eye, and just before their lips met again, she replied, “William, I love you, too.”

*****

Sated, Spike and Buffy lay on their sides, facing each other, while Buffy’s hand explored his face. Using her index finger, she followed along his hairline, the shell of his ear, both eye brows and down the bridge of his nose. When she reached his lips, he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. Beth sighed when she felt the tip of his tongue play with the sensitive pad of her finger.

After a moment, Spike took her hand in his and placed a long but chaste kiss on the palm of her hand. “Thank you.”

Buffy’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “For what?”

“For loving me.” Spike’s words sounded emotionless, but his eyes told a different story. A story telling the turmoil of the emotions he was feeling.

With tears in her eyes, Beth smiled. “It was so easy, William. I’m just glad you love me, too.”

“Never doubt it, my love.” Her lips met her in a light kiss that was deep with feeling. “No doubts of our love.”

“No doubts at all for me or you.” Beth held up her hand, and when Spike lifted one of his own, they laced their fingers together. Both knew that the simple, ordinary holding of hands symbolized a connection of love that they both sought. “William, I love you. I want to be with you always.”

Mirroring Beth’s eyes, Spike’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears. “As I love you and want to be with you forever.”

Their kiss was long and intense until Beth finally broke away. But instead of coming back for more as Spike expected her to do, she flopped onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, biting her lower lip to keep from grinning. “You know what I really need?”

Spike began swirling a lock of her blonde hair around his finger, studying the color of the strands closely. “Anything, kitten. Just name it. Well, except something like me getting a tan.”

“Ha, Ha. No, I need just one word. One c, one o, two f’s, and two e’s.”

After a pause, they both laughed, but Spike’s response was sincere. “One condition, you pushing but cute bint. You come into the kitchen with me. I am not staying away from you even long enough to fulfill your request.”

Grinning because she felt the same way, she jumped at the condition. “Deal, but I get to wear a robe or something.”

“You drive a bloody hard bargain, pet. But only one cup, and then I get to take that robe off with my teeth and show you other uses of a kitchen counter top. ”

Chapter 15: Have Trunk, Will Travel

Moving up the sidewalk of a moderately large home lit up as if it was trying to guide a 747 in for a landing, Spike was left with an easy guess that a New Year’s Eve party was raging full tilt. ‘Bugger, I was hoping the prat would be out for the night.’ Looking in the windows, he saw college aged pups, consisting of buff football player types and girls whose clothes were two sizes too small, all of which ninety-five percent were talking with a beer or some kind of drink in their hands. All were trying to appear more mentally mature then they were in actuality.

Groaning, Spike thought back to earlier that day. He could picture Beth lying on her stomach in a tangle of his sheets, with emphasis on “his” sheets. While he was next to her on his side stroking her back and buttocks, he off handedly had asked, “It’s New Year’s Eve, pet. So what do you fancy we do tonight?” After that morning when she had declared her love for him, Spike would have done anything she asked. ‘What a cock up, that was, you pussy whipped, push over, lap dog, love’s bitch, ponce,’ Ugh, she had asked to go with him on a job. “No, love, I don’t think that would be such a good idea. How about some nice restaurant and then find a party to ring in the New Year right and proper? With that plan, we can snog at midnight, again later here at the flat, and then shag again, and again and again.”

“What a rip. You let Xander go with you. What’s the big diff if I go?” Beth tried to pout convincingly.

When they had pulled up in front of the skip jumper’s house, Beth started niggling him again. “But I want to go up to the door with you. Please, you said I could go with you tonight. As in WITH you. Let me just at least come up to the door.” Beth pulled out the all time Summers’ favorite, sure fire method. Yes, the big puppy dog eyes. “Pllleeeeaaaasssee…”

Her tactic reminded Spike of Dawn from the old reality. The Dawn that no longer existed. The Dawn that his heart continued to miss. Thinking of the Nibblet, he started to soften up a bit, but he caught himself before he opened his mouth. ‘Good save, mate.’ Trying to glare at her but botching that up also, but still managed to hold firm. “What part of ‘no’ didn’t you understand, pet? The ‘n’ or the ‘o’? No means no and that well means…ah…let me think…NO. If you remember, my first response to your nagging was ‘no bloody fucking way. Be happy that I am at least more polite this time.”

“But…”

Holding up his hand, Spike stopped her before she started a new tactic. “Before we go on with this Pleeaassee…No…Pleeaassee…No, remember that you are lucky that I let you come at all. In fact, I have a new policy. Do not commit to anything you ask of me until at least thirty minutes after you tell me you love me, or after we make love. And there are no appeals to this rule.”

“But William, I didn’t plan to take advantage of your love.” This time she tried the lower lip jutting out approach, knowing he was a sucker for that.

Regardless, Spike wasn’t buying her pleas again. “Oh, I believe you, kitten, and the Queen Mother sunbathes topless on the French Riviera. Now not another word, missy, and keep your cute arse in the car. That means DON’T get out of the car for ANY reason.”

Beth accept that William had now moved behind a wall of determination, granted a paper thin wall but still a wall. In regard to her further participation, Beth kept her mouth shut with great effort, similar to resisting your favorite ice cream type of effort. Surely on the next job she goes on, she would make his unyielding wall crumble.

So, instead of again making love with her in his bed, here he was taking her on one of his jobs. He kicked his own arse all the way to the bondsman’s office, and once there, he had searched through the files, looking for a cushy job. The lucky winner was a nineteen year old percy that had three strikes against him: busted for drinking underage, public intoxication, and resisting arrest. A pup with his brain chocked with false bravado instead of a leash.

So there were now at the skip’s house. Spike looked back at the car for the third time, and for the third time she grinned a little too brightly as she waved him on. Throwing another glare the best he could over his shoulder toward Beth, Spike approached the front door. One half of him worried for Beth’s safety, and the other half knew better than to trust her to follow his directions. He grumbled to himself about how they should be eating at a nice, romantic restaurant. However, yet again she had proven that he was wrapped around her finger, but the saving grace was that he now knew that he was wrapped around her heart. And what a lovely finger hers was and what that finger could do to him made him shiver at just the thought.

When he reached the door, Spike put his best non-aggressive, pleasant smile on his face before ringing the door bell. A brunette opened the door. The greeter wore tight jeans and a red tank top with her nipples standing out in the cool air blowing into the open door from outside. Or she first had pinched them before answering the door. Whichever. But she did have the headlights on. Getting a good look at him, she quickly opened the door further, which caused her arm to come closer and in turn pushed her tits up. This action told Spike two things. She showed her interest in him and for him to come in, and secondly, she had no hesitancy to flaunting her cleavage. Spike changed his pleasant smile to one of his most all male, high wattage smile, one designed to melt any woman’s heart and heat her up between her legs.

While licking her lips, Miss Too Tight Tank Top looked him up and down with hunger in her eyes. Spike kept from chuckling. Little did the silly bint know that she should be his meal not vice versa. When she finally made it back up to his face, she was practically purring. “Please tell me you are here for the party and to become my very…very close friend.”

Giving the scantily clad trollop an accessing look equal to her own, Spike replied in a smooth, sexy voice, “Always ready for a good party, luv, and to make a new friend. Actually, I am looking for Randall. He told me to drop by. So tell me, kitten, is he here?”

Running her tongue across her upper lip, she looked down to his crotch and back to his lips. “Ooohh, Irish accents are sooo sexy.”

Spike interrupted her before she put her foot further in her mouth up to the empty cavity where her brain should reside. “This is an English accent, ducks.”

“Oh, no problem. I don’t mind. English, Irish, no big. Well, hottie, Randall went with some of the more sober guys on a beer run. Do you want to come in and wait with me…or anything else with me?” She asked with a wink that promised him that she would show him a good time, a good time that entailed hot sweaty bodies slapping together and much swapping of bodily fluids. “I am sure I can make it worth your while to come in and play,” the brunette suggested as she stepped back to allow Spike to enter the house.

Spike started to step across the threshold but paused, cussing the bloody, inconvenient vampire invitation clause. “Pet, do *you* live hear?”

“Yeah. I’m Julianne, Randall’s wickedly sexy sister. Come on in, and I’ll show you my bed…I mean bedroom to prove I live here.”

From the Jaguar, Beth watched the exchange at the door with increasing ire. To her, it looked like the bitch in heat was trying to put the moves on William, HER boyfriend. Beth had no doubt that William would be major leagued pissed off if she barge into the house playing the part of the crazy, insanely jealous girlfriend in his little theatrics. So she tried to control herself as the brunette grabbed Spike’s right arm and pulled him inside. The next time Beth could see William was when he was led by the skank to a spot in front a large bay window. To make matters worse, William and Miss “Nice to meet you, let’s go fuck” were soon joined by a pair of blonde boob jobs.

Inside the house, Spike hid his laughter behind his smile. He knew that Beth could see him through the window. The sassy minx had talked him into taking her on “an adventure,” otherwise known as his job. So he decided to let her have a taste of jealousy for using the “I love you” card in order to play him so she could go on this adventure.

When all three ho’s began hanging all over him and one even dared to kiss her boyfriend on the cheek, Beth now had flames shooting out of her ears, smoke rising above her head. Job or no job, Beth started to go in to drag him out by his precious, bleach blonde hair. However, she kept hold of herself, but just barely. She settled for getting out of the car and leaning against its side, still watching the show in the big picture window. If it got any worse in that “picture window,” she was going to break up their show with a large, glass popcorn bowl against their heads. Maybe or maybe not against William’s. She’d have to see. A few minutes after leaning against the car, a SUV pulled up in the drive way, and four guys fell out of the car. Looking from the four drunks back to the house, Beth noticed that William was no longer in view. Damn. Now she was left hoping the drunken idiots didn’t notice her, hoping William was alright, and hoping that he wasn’t having wild monkey love, a four way kinda sex with those sluts.

Luckily Beth wasn’t gambling tonight because her luck must have taken a vacation to Hawaii. The tallest drunk of the group handed off his case of beer to another of his drunk pals, and on unsteady legs, headed for Beth. Actually, more like he swayed towards her. “Hey, gorgeous, what are you doing out here?” He tried to give Buffy a smile but ruined it when he stumbled on the curb, almost falling down. “Common in and party with me. I’ll get you a beer, and we can have fun.”

“Well, I give that pick-up line a one on the Stinking Drunk Originality Scale.” Beth could smell the beer on his breath from several feet away, and that definitely wasn’t enough distance between them by a long shot. From the North Pole to the South Pole wouldn’t be far enough, and let the penguins have him. “No thanks, lush boy. I’m waiting from someone that doesn’t the reek of bear rolling off of him in waves.” She hoped his smell would join her luck on that vacation in Hawaii. “You go on back in, be all manly and keep drinking until you puke up your lungs. And bonus for me! No lungs, no talking.”

But Mr. Brewery didn’t know when to stop. “Would it be a ‘he’ someone or a ‘she’ someone?” He leaned against the car next to her, probably to hold himself up more than wanting to get closer to her. He rested his hand on the roof so close to her shoulder as possible without actually touching her and pulled a lock of her hair from her shoulder clumsily trying to twirl the strands around his finger. Beth whipped her head around, pulling her hair free from his grasp. She looked at him. Face to face. Sober to sloshed.

And Mr. Sloshed kept spewing. “Must not be much of a man to leave a hottie like you standing out here all by your lonesome. How about I keep you company until he gets back? Or after we get to know each other better, you just might want to stay with me instead of him.”

“Take your hormones walking. Now.” Beth batted his hand away that reached out to touch her hair again, and at the same time, over his shoulder she caught glimpse of five, long haired guys coming from the back of the house towards the street. Three were carrying a good sized rug upon their shoulders. ‘Who the hell would be hauling a large rug around on New Year’s Eve? Martha Stewart?’ Long hair number four opened the trunk of a Lincoln Town Car while the others lowered their load. As they swung the rug around, Beth caught a flash of something bright in the street lamps light. White blonde hair. Very familiar white blonde hair. As they jostled their load around in order to stuff it into the very spacious trunk of the late model Lincoln. Beth had no doubt that she was looking at William now wrapped up as a human sized burrito and being kidnapped. Horrified, Beth watched as the trunk was slammed shut, William and the rug abruptly disappeared from sight.

When all the kidnappers started to pile into the car, Beth knew that she needed to move fast. However, Beth hadn’t even noticed but the lush beside her was now playing with the sleeve of her shirt. “Sorry, beer boy, gotto go.” With no patience left, Beth sharply elbowed the drunk in the stomach, and when he fell on his ass, sprawled on the sidewalk out of her way, she jumped in the driver’s seat of William’s jaguar. Finding that Spike had thankfully left the keys in the ignition, Beth started the engine and pulled out behind the kidnappers’ car. Trying to be inconspicuous, she followed them down the street and through town until she noticed that they were slowly making their way towards a less populated area on the outskirts of greater Sacramento.

Beth followed for nearly twenty minutes until the Lincoln unexpectedly turned off onto a narrow, dirt road. Lucky for her, she could still see their headlights, making it possible for her to keep tailing them. Knowing that the kidnappers could see her for the same reason, Beth shut off her own lights before turning down the same road. She prayed they couldn’t see the car or that she wouldn’t land herself along with William’s Jaguar in a ditch. Finally after a sharp bend in the road, the Lincoln stopped. Before the turn, Beth stopped, leaving some trees between them for camouflage. ‘Ok Beth, the Private Investigator, you have officially and successfully tailed your first car. Now what the hell are you going to do now, and since this is not the Super Bowl, saying you are going to Disney World just won’t cut it as an answer.’

Beth instinctually knew that she had to stop being Voyeur Buffy and become Action Buffy. So with a sketchy plan in mind, she ripped her skirt, making it extremely short, and tore off the bottom of her shirt, displaying the skin below her breasts. Ready as possible in such short notice, Beth turned on her headlights and made her way around the corner and towards the Lincoln.

All five of the men from the party were already out of their car and headed toward the back of the vehicle as she pulled up. In fact, one of them was at the back of the car starting to lean down, obviously unlocking the truck. He had turned the key but was distracted when Buffy started talking.

‘Damn. And I will raise you two more damns! I really should have taken that drama class with Willow,’ Beth chastised herself. ‘Alright, it’s show time!’ She got out of her car with her mouth moving before her shoes even hit the rock road. “Excuse me. Eexxccuuussee meee! I am so glad you men are here.” She waved at them while swinging her hips, trying to be uber seductive. “Ya see, I don’t know anything about cars.” She walked up to the side of her headlights so they could get a good eye full of her short skirt and bare stomach. “But I think something is wrong with one of my tires.” Walking in front of the headlights, giving each of them another view through her clothing this time before she bent over, pretending to be looking at the passenger side front tire. Of course, she was purposely bending away from them so that all five kidnappers a great view of her ass and probably part of her thong judging from how short she had ripped off her skirt. After a few moments of acting like she was trying to check the tire, she stood up and turned around to face them.

She was pleased to see their mouths hanging open, but Beth was happier to see the trunk of the Lincoln open a few inches, and even better, all five were now facing her, leering at her. For them, the trunk was forgotten. “I really need to get this tire changed. If you gentlemen could change it for me, I would do anything…anything to thank you.” Beth gave the long haired hippies a few moments to let her offer sink in. As the five looked at each other, wondering if they were dreaming this turn of good luck, Beth tried to in consciously see over their shoulders again, trying to see if William was making his way out of the trunk.

Inside the trunk, Spike waited and fumed. ‘Bloody hell. What a way to ring in the New Year in a soddin’ trunk. Who would have thought that pwrhors demons would be at a human prat’s party? Five pwrhors demons. Stupid buggers anyway who thought undead flesh was a delicacy, especially vampires al a carte. Unfortunately the blighters decided that I looked like a nummy treat. Go figure. Only Beth has the honor of tasting me,’ Spike thought with a smirk. During the drive, he had pulled out a knife from its strap on the lower part of his calf, a little something that he always took on jobs. He went to work on the rug, getting himself loose, preparing for when the car stopped, and getting ready to give as good as he got when the trunk was opened.

Continue to Part 4

When the car stopped, Spike heard a key enter the trunk’s lock and then the lid cracked open three to four inches, enough that he could look out. The vampire was more than ready to have a go at his captors and then make tracks back to Beth. ASAP and then some. He smiled as he pictured throats ripped out and blood raining down on their own car. But then he heard another car pull up. ‘This little New Year’s Eve drama was getting better and better,’ Spike thought with a snort. ‘There had only been five demons. No problem, but now, fuck!’ He wasn’t looking forward to any additional demon buddies coming to share this vampire entrée, but regardless of their numbers, he was determined to get it done and get gone. First he planned to hit the bleedin’ bastard who opened the trunk, with the lid, below the jaw.

‘Showtime!’ Spike shoved the trunk lid up and hit…uhmm…hit nothing. Huh? The vampire sat up in the now open trunk and was stunned to find himself looking at not the front but at the back of five demons. Only five, as before at the party. So no surprise in numbers, but instead of gawking at their intended meal as Spike expected, all five pwrhors were looking intently in the opposite direction. The five idiots were listening to some bird he assumed arrive in the new car to the scene.

Spike could hear her voice clearly since she was shouting. Not some bird’s voice, but his girl’s voice. At first, he was too stunned to do anything but watch Beth walk around the front of his car. The headlights backlit her clothing, or more accurately, her lack of clothing, displaying to all the leering demons an arousing view of her arse. Bugger. Just what he needed tonight, a new problem. What had wanted was to ring in the New Year with his arms wrapped around her body. But now he wanted…no demanded that the only demon present to get a painful hard-on looking at such a view of Beth was him and only him.

Before the trunk was unlocked, he just wanted a good, quick row and then race back to Beth. Beth who should have still been at the party, not prancing around out in the country side. Simple plan, simple solution with a bit of refreshing spot of violence thrown in. But now Spike burned for a brutal brawl, severed body parts flying and other bonuses with the sole objective to painfully destroying all five of the pwrhors who dared to ogle his Beth. And then he would take a moment to have a few words with miss bikini model at this demon convention.

But foremost, Beth was in danger which she probably suspected but just didn’t know how much. These demons ate dead flesh and were not above fucking their food before killing it for fresh, dead flesh. Try saying that three times fast before puking. No way was he going to lose Beth to those sick bastards on the same day that she had declared her love for him, or any day for that matter. No bloody way on earth. Spike was out numbered five to one, but pwrhors were not particularly know as good fighters. Five freaks with long hair hiding their small black horns so they could move among humans. Not a worry there except…the demons were between Beth and him. ‘Why do all the “excepts” soddin’ suck like a whore blowing a good paying john?’

Growling low in his throat, Spike started climbing out of his comfy cozy prison as the pwrhors began walking toward the woman he called his mate. A mating that had never been consummated in blood, only in words, but without a doubt, this vampire still considered Beth his own.

Now Spike didn’t care if he killed the wankers or not; he just wanted Beth safe. As a result, his fight moves, kicks, spins, punches all blended into a lethal blur. Coming up behind two of the pwrhors, Spike took down the first one down with a sharp kick aimed at the side of his right knee. The demon went down screaming. Before that one hit the ground, the vampire followed higher and clipped a second demon on the side of the head. As the second tried to keep his feet but still fell to his knees, a third pwrhor joined the fray. He jumped on Spike’s back; however, the vampire used the demon’s momentum to flip him over onto land on his back with a thump.

By this time, the first pwrhor was back on his feet and hit Spike in the side of his jaw with a right cross. Spike’s head snapped back, but then he hit the would-be Rocky where he hoped the demon’s kidney was located. He knew that the punch had found its target when Spike was rewarded with a squealing scream.

Smiling, Spike turned back to find number two pwrhor up on his feet and coming back for more. He swung around in a neat spin and took the legs out from under number two. Using his Doc Marten steel toed shoes he always wore on jobs, Spike kicked the fallen demon in the head as he lay on the ground. Judging from the satisfying crunch of bone, that demon was no longer in the game.

The third was still stumbling around holding his side from Spike’s kidney punch. Taking advantage of the demon with his guard down, Spike knocked the pwrhor with the back of his fist against his temple. The now unconscious demon rolled down to rest half in and half out of the ditch which ran along the side of the road.

Regardless, Spike never saw where the demon came to rest, or cared for that mattered. He turned immediately, fighting stance ready, searching for the fourth and fifth demons to take out. His eyes swept the area between the two cars and found Beth still on her feet. Glad for Beth but shocked she was the only one he saw standing, Spike stood up straight and surveyed the area again lit by the bright glare of his car’s headlights. One, two, three, four and five. Yes, five pwrhors all lying on the ground. Beth was the only one standing besides. She stood with the other two demons out cold crumpled on the ground at her feet. What he also saw was Beth grinning at him from across the fallen bodies. She looked mussed but exhilarated at the same time, energized power rolling off of her in waves.

Then Spike watched as his glorious goddess’ expression clouded over into a hostile glare. Brows knitted together in a “v”. Wrinkles between her eyes. Hands on her hips. Spike knew that the last position when done by a woman never boded well for any man or demon.

When Beth started walking towards him, he met her half way. His plan was…well…err…flattery, of course. That should help distract her from whatever had her in such a tiff. “You are so beautiful, Buf…Right. Beautiful. Georgeous”. He winced and made a note to not just mentally but physically kick the bloody hell out of himself later. ‘Good catch, you fucking git,’ Spike scolded himself. ‘What a colossally stupid slip of the tongue.’ All this time with Beth over the past months, he had never come close to using her past name, Buffy. But tonight when he looked at her after the fight with two demons that she had taken out lying at her feet, strength radiating from her, he almost made his first mistake. But with good reason. As she marched her way through the bodies towards him like she had down so many times in a Sunnydale cemetery, his mind slipped back to that old reality. For the first time since knowing Buffy as Beth, the two realities had blended together. Spike saw Buffy approaching him. Not a Beth with a sheltered life, but a very kick-ass Beth. ‘What the hell is going on?’

Stepping over two of the bodies, Beth marched straight up to Spike with her hazel eyes flashing, and with an open hand, she hit him on the shoulder, causing Spike to stager back a couple of steps. “What did you think you were doing with all those skanks pawing and hanging all over you? And answer with details, mister.”

As Spike caught his balance, his eyes shot open as far as possible. “Let me get this straight. Just now, you kicked the shit out of two wankers, knocking them out cold, and now all you want to talk about is some meaningless birds back at that poncy party? AND, I didn’t let them hang on me, leaving me with no details to tell.”

“Assuming that your ‘birds’ don’t have feathers but tits, and then yeah, this inquiring minds want to know details.” She closed the distance between them again, and this time, sharply poked her index finger into his chest. “And not making with the hanging? Ding, ding, ding. Sooo wrong an answer. They weren’t just hanging all over you, but your ear should still be dripping spit since the blonde’s tongue was in your ear long enough. And for the record - eewww. They fondled you, and you were drooling over them.”

“Drooling? DROOLING? Look, the brunette tart was the sister to the skip that we were after tonight. Of course, I flirted with that silly bint to get into the party, which was the best place to get information and to wait for her stupid git of a brother to return.”

“No way you’re getting out of this, mister. The only person allowed to rub their tits, kiss your cheek or anything else is me, which I might add would be yummy, but not some too tight clothes, white trash, shoveled on makeup sluts.”

Spike took a chance, hoping that his nose wouldn’t end up bleeding, and reached out and put his hands on her hips. When her hands didn’t fist up, Spike assumed the chance paid off so far. Relaxing a little, he pulled her closer but still left three or four inches between them so he could still see her expression which was still unclear. He leaned down and lightly brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “Weren’t you listening this morning, pet?”

“Yeah I…huh?” With her confusion evident on her face, Beth pulled back from him.

“You were there, kitten. You were naked and gorgeous, and you heard me. So remember. We did that whole “I love you” and “I love you, too” bit?” Opening her mouth, she started to reply, but he cut her off when he snatched another quick kiss. “I meant it. I. Love. You. And I do mean you as in only you. Those bints could have been the playmates of the years 2001, 2002, and 2003, all naked, taking turns straddling my lap like I was ole’ Saint Nick as they beg for new dildos for Christmas. Now listen up, pet. I only think of you, only want to see you, only want to be with you.”

“Well…I…uh…” Beth wasn’t sure what to say and was too choked up anyway so she placed her hands flat on William’s chest and let her kiss, her lips, her tongue say everything she couldn’t find the words to say.

For the millionth time, she wondered how she had ever been so lucky to find this man. When she finally pulled back, Beth looked him in the eyes. “Sorry Girl here. I do love you and trust you. The green-eyed monster of jealousy will be taking a hike now. Bye-bye.” She slipped her arms behind his neck and showed him some more how she felt about him.

When they broke apart, Spike gave her a sexy smirk. “’Too tight clothes, white trash, shoveled on makeup sluts?’ Bit harsh, don’t you think, kitten? But tits rubbing and cheek kissing sounds good to me if they’re from you. I would love to feel a demonstration when we get back to my flat.” Spike gave her a smile as he wiggled his eyebrows.

With a sparkle in her eyes, Beth slowly licked her upper lip and raised a questioning eyebrow. “Am I kissing the cheeks north or south?”

Who could resist her playful, sexy side? Spike knew he couldn’t. “Hmm, let’s start north and then you can work your way southward. Then I’ll take my turn.”

Buffy laughed and when she spoke again, pure happiness was evident in her voice, “William, how can I help but love you?”

Her words washed over him and finished as a tingling of wonder. Buffy had worked so hard not to love him where Beth couldn’t seem to help it admits it. In this reality, he was blessed. What he never had with Buffy was coming to him ten fold with Beth. With that in his heart, Spike’s voice came out hoarse with emotion, “I love you, too, pet. Always remember that I love you.” He drew her back tight against his body for a kiss.

After much hands groping and tongues dueling, the pair heard one of Spike’s kidnappers moan. “Pet, I think that pain filled sound is our cue to leave.”

“I think you may be right.” Rising up on the balls of her feet, Beth placed a light kiss on his cheek before walking with him, hand in hand, back to his car. Spike only dropped her hand long enough to lean down to the guy groaning, pulled him up by the shirt and punched him again. Beth gave him a look that clearly conveyed, ‘what was that for?’ Spike just shrugged. “Don’t think he got enough sleep. Wouldn’t want the bugger to wake up too early and be all cranky.”

As Buffy passed through the bodies, she noticed what looked to be a black horn protruding from behind one of the fallen guy’s ear, but William pulled her along before she could get a better look. Spike really didn’t want to explain why these wankers had little black horns, were not humans but demons, and why they wanted to eat her undead boyfriend for their New Years Eve celebration.

Once they were driving on the main road towards his flat, questions began swirling around in Spike’s head. Swirl, swirl, swirling enough that he felt like a motion sick pogo horse on a merry-go-round. Looking to regain his mental equilibrium, he stepped off the merry-go-around to find some answers. “Pet, after we saw that X-men movie several months ago and those three wankers stopped us as we left the theater, you told me then that you didn’t know how to fight. That you didn’t have any idea how to do a spin kick.” He hated to bring up the fight in the alley after which she had run away, running from him just as Buffy would do in Sunnydale, but he just needed to know if this reality was tilting a little more towards the old one.

With her head slightly tilted, Beth gazed at his profile. “Color me confused here. Giles has been teaching me to fight since I was in tenth grade. I’m sure I told you before since I tell you everything else about me. Memory deprived much? To recap, when he was the librarian at Sunnydale High, I worked out after school with him in the library. When I graduated and Giles started his own business, we trained in a workout room that Xander and Ryan, my stiff ass boyfriend at the time, made for me in the back of the Magic Box. Self defense stuff mostly, but Giles says that I’ve gotten pretty good in defense and offense. That’s a big complement from Giles. Usually he just gives suggestions on how to improve.”

‘Pretty good?’ Spike thought. ‘Right. She was at slayer level of good tonight and was just as glorious after a fight, all revved up and looking for somewhere to redirect her energy. And I’m just the man to help her blow off steam. But bugger, bugger, bugger. One more piece of the slayer’s life puzzle had indeed slipped back into place in this reality. Buffy, the vampire slayer, had surfaced to save Spike, the master vampire. Thanks for the help, but sod the whole situation all to hell.’

Caught up in his thoughts, Spike hadn’t noticed the gleam in Beth’s eyes and her tongue pressed against the back of her front teeth, only the tip showing. Truthfully, he shouldn’t have noticed since he was looking forward, driving, but he did notice when her hand touched his thigh. “I saw you fight there at the end, William. Fighting made me hot. Watching you fight made me even hotter.” She began massaging his thigh. “And getting hotter. Is it always like that for you during and after fights?”

That little, delicate hand was deliciously distracting, and thankfully Spike easily knew the answer to her question. He still dreamed about Buffy, fights, and what could happen afterwards. “Yes, love, fights always jazz me up. As for the hot and bothered, that only happens with you, making me feel all caveman-ish.” Her hand moved up higher but not high enough to touch any important parts. “Hmmm.”

Beth smiled when she felt his muscles tense and his pants grow tight as he grew hard. She felt satisfaction when she heard his groan. “Caveman, huh? Does that mean that you will throw me over your shoulder and carry me away?” Her voice was still teasing but sultry.

“Listen, little missy, you are playing with fire.” Spike hazarded a quick glance at her.

Her hand moved up to cup his balls and stiff shaft and began to fondle him in earnest. But she teased him again with her words. “No, William, I’m not playing with fire. I am playing with your hot cock. Now say we do play caveman, does that mean that you will also drag me around by my hair?”

Spike sharply pulled the car into an all night grocery parking lot and drove to the back away from any other cars. At the unexpected movements of the car, her grip tightened between his legs, causing Spike to moan louder. After he put the car in park, he covered her hand with his own, not restraining her, not pushing or guiding her, just resting on the top of her hand as he took a deep breath. Beth watched his eyes roll up before his lids shut. When she moved her fingers again, she paid special attention to the head of his now bulging shaft, Beth tightened and released her grip, rubbing her thump across the tip.

He slowly blew out the breath he had been holding whether he needed it or not and then bit his upper lip as her touch sent shivers up his spine. Bracing himself for the loss of the contact of her hand, he paused and then opened his door, got out, slammed it shut, opened the back seat door and climbed in. All in one smooth motion. And all Beth got out of her mouth was, “Huh…Wha…” Before Spike reached forward and grabbed her hair. She squeaked as his grip in her hair tightened, and he started pulling her into the back seat. “Now, now, pet. You’re the one who mentioned dragging you by the hair.”

“But I didn’t mean right now.” The words came out shocked but also hinted at her interest as she moved along with his hand.

As he pulled her between the two buckets seats, he laid back along the bench seat and guided her body to lie on top of his. His free hand immediately went to her ass and the other let go of her hair to roll her just enough to cup her breast. Beth moaned into his mouth as their lips met. Lifting his hips, Spike ground his erection between her legs, against that lace of her thong, since her skirt was so short. He could feel the wetness between her legs beginning to soak through his jeans. Both moved and rubbed, always keeping their pelvises together. And oh, how good it felt grinding against her, her against him. His hand on her ass moved down past her skirt to push her thong aside and run his middle finger between the crack of her ass. With the other hand, he rolled her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, listening to her moans.

Abruptly pulling back, Beth panted, gasping for sanity as much as air. “Hey…Fred Flintstone…some…someone will see us.”

“Then keep your head down.” He pulled her back down, smashing her lips down on his own.

She groaned before she pulled away again. “I feel like we’re teenagers making out in the back seat of a car…” He managed to bring her down for another kiss before she continued, “…making out until security or someone busts them.” When she broke their kiss again, she put both hands on his chest and pushed, hoping to keep his head on the seat.

Running his index finger across her swollen lips, Spike looked up at her face framed by her golden hair hanging down, brushing the sides his face. “I love you.” That’s all it took for Beth.

Their kisses were hungry, fierce. Spike reached back under her skirt and ripped off her thong before changing their positions, maneuvering until he was on top. Their mouths never broke contact as they turned. He slid his hand between them, pulling her skirt up enough to allow his fingers access to her folds, her clit, sliding into her wet channel. Two fingers slid in and out of her heat. Beth whimpered as she felt his fingers leave her just before she heard the sound of his zipper. Then his fingers were back, rubbing her swollen clit as she felt his shaft slide into her, filling her.

She arched up into him as she cried out. “Yes…yes, William. Please.” His voice low and raw with desire, he answered her call, “Fuck yes…so wet, so hot.” That’s when she realized that he was going to make her come too soon. Even an hour would be too soon.

Spike was confused when he felt her wiggle out from under him and managed to flip him onto his back, with her ending up straddling him. She took his cock in her hand, stroking it a few times before rubbing the head across her wet entrance and then against her hyper-sensitive clit. “Oh Professor, I am so glad you made time to tutor me. I wasn’t real clear about your lecture on cavemen’s and cavewomen’s mating habits.” She placed his cock at her entrance and forcibly sat down. She smiled, listening to his sharp, loud gasp. She sat still for a few moments. “What? No words of wisdom?”

Spike’s voice came out choked. “I thought…you were the one worried…ah…about getting caught.”

With him deep inside of her, she moved her hips, sliding against his pubic hair, forward and backward, punctuating her words. “I. Don’t. Care. See, Professor Williams, I really need to pass your exam.”

Adjusting to an unexpected Beth roll-playing game, Spike’s scarred eyebrow rose as he leered up at her. He could definitely play the Perverted Professor. “One of the first things you need to learn is that in this position, cavewomen MOVED UP and DOWN, Beth.”

Still not making a move, Beth shook her head at him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. How un-professor-like of you. It’s Ms. Summers.”

“Ok, Ms. Summers then.” Spike tried to lift his hips up, but she used her hands to help push him down and then scratched her nails across his sensitive nipples. “Oh, for God’s sake. At least the cavewomen moved someway, anyway when mating.”

Beth lifted up until only the head of his cock was in her wet opening. “How’s this, Professor Williams?” Then she move up and down, only allowing the first couple inches of his shaft to slide in and out. She just laughed at his growl.

“Deeper, Ms. Summers. They went DEEPER.” He could barely talk through his clinched teeth.

She obliged…but only half of his shaft was now sliding in and out. “How’s this, Professor?”

“Grrrhh…” Spike resigned himself to her sweet torture and playful antics. “Ms. Summers, you’re doing better but a cavewoman would take him in comple...” Spike cried out when she slammed down on him, finally taking him completely into her folds as he wanted.

“Now Professor Williams, you said they moved.” Still staying down where the lips of her sex were rubbing against his curly short hairs as before, Beth began to move forward and backwards again. “How’s that?”

‘How’s that? How’s that!!. The bint’s out of her bloody gourd!’ Spike ranted in his own mind. With his head thrown back and emitting a growl from deep down inside his throat, he could think but not manage words. A “not” was the only answer he could muster to her question.

Little did Spike know that Beth was experimenting, and judging from his groans and the veins popping out on the side of his neck, the experiment was a definite success. When she changed her motions to side to side, his head shot up, and with wide eyes, he nodded his head vigorously. To Spike, the forward and back motion was similar to moving in and out but different. Side to side was altogether different, giving him new sensations from the root of his cock to the head.

Beth’s smile was a pure feminine “I gotcha” look. “So professor, do I get an A?” She was surprised when he shook his head no. She froze. He opened his eyes and smirked. “No, that only earns you a B, Ms. Summers.”

“Ah, this must be the challenge part of the exam, is it? Let’s see how you grade this.” Still keeping his cock deeply inside of her, she began to slowly rotate her hips in small circles.

Spike hands tightened their grip on her hips, tight enough to probably see bruises the next day but not enough to stop her. It took Spike some time to speak again. “Your grade is…ahh…improving…but still needs…grhhh… some work.” The last words came out through gritted teeth as she was already responding to his taunt.

“Just improving?” She rotated her hips in circles more. What she didn’t know was that Spike was straining, trying to hold back his orgasm as she had before and stay in the blissful high she had thrown him into. Her words barely were registering. “Ok, professor. There is one more concept I just don’t quite get. That T spot, C spot, D…or is it the V spot for vagina?”

Spike was saved from losing it by their little game which brought him back from the edge of his release. Spike’s eyes glittered in the indirect light of the street lamps. “G. It’s the G spot, Miss Summers. The caveman knew just how to rub that spot right, leaving his woman screaming. Let me give you a demonstration. A little hands on.” This payback for the little teasing minx will be fun. Placing his hand on each side of her hips, he raised her further up on her knees and suppressed his groan as his cock slipped out of her core. “Now, Miss Summers, you need to stay up high on your knees like that so I can do my best.” Keeping one hand on her hip, his other one slipped down to her mound. With his palm up, he ran his fingers through her coarse, curly hair.

Beth felt his middle and ring fingers start with a light stroke across her clit, her folds, her dripping opening on to her sensitive skin between her holes to glide across her anus. “That’s my G spot? I would…” She let out a groan as he circled her puckered ring, pressing down lightly. Spike smiled as he listened to her. “Aaahh, I would think that’s my A spot…Ahh…obviously A for Aaahh.” She felt his fingers slide back through between her legs to rub circles on her hard clit. “Uhm, that feels sooo good, but that’s must be my C spot.”

“Right, missy, let’s move on to the G spot.” Spike licked his lips as he looked up at her. Her body glistened with sweat and her eyes glazed. His fingers began their demonstration in sincerity. As he slid into her core, he curled his fingers to put pressure on the front of her canal, and her groans told him that he was rubbing the right place. “See, Ms. Summers. That is the G spot. Can you feel it?” He chuckled at her vigorous nodding. “That was how the cavemen pleasured their mates.” As he could feel her orgasm build, Spike smiled and listening to the words she breathed from her mouth. “Yes…Oh, yes…”

And the pleasure was mutual. Spike’s cock, rubbing against Beth’s ass, pulsed with pent up desire. Her every quiver and shudder against his shaft shot pleasure through his body. One of Beth’s hands clutched his chest, fingernails biting into his skin, causing him to growl, and Spike’s hips surged up when her other hand reached around and squeezed his cock. Moaning, he placed his hand on the flat of her stomach and slid it up to her face. She sucked his fingers into his mouth as she pumped his shaft, and Spike felt his need begin to build.

Beth’s whole being was focused on her sex and the shaft she was pumping. The heel of his hand was now grinding against her clit. His fingers that were not inside rubbed along her folds. His fingers inside though were driving Beth out of her mind. Sliding in and out again and again. She threw her head back, long blonde hair flying as she was blown away in ecstasy as his wet fingers from her mouth slid down over her nipple, pulling her nipple. Sliding out of her heat, the loss of his fingers from inside of her wanted to make her scream, scream for the loss, scream in anticipation of what would come next. “So have you learned where the elusive G spot is, Miss Summers?”

“No…no…more tutoring.” Spike slid his fingers back inside of her, feeling her juices run down and pool in the palm of his hand. Finding their target, his fingers resumed where they left off, rapidly sliding inside and out of her, working her most sensitive spot while the heel of his hand worked the bundle of nerves lying amongst her folds. Shortly thereafter, Spike felt her inner muscles clamped down as her orgasm began to hit her body. He pumped his fingers in harder, pounding faster and faster. As he pushed her over the edge, he felt her muscles begin contracting and another rush of juices overflowed his palm. Before her climax ended, Spike pulled his hand out, and by gripping her hips, he jerked her down onto his painfully throbbing erection.

Beth screamed as she felt her clit slam against his pelvis. With her climax still tingling through her body, her attention was instantly brought to focus by the pleasure deliciously mixed with pain as their bodies met.

Their eyes locked. Both knew that their releases wouldn’t take long, and neither wanted to look away as both felt their own climax. Beth crashed down onto his shaft a handful of strokes more before both their cries mixed as they came together.

As their orgasms began to ebb, Beth collapsed, lying on Spike’s chest. He stroked her back in random patterns, purring as he felt Beth’s soft kisses on his neck.

She whispered in his ear. “So Professor, what was my grade?” Beth loved the feel of his chuckle beneath her cheek almost as much as she loved listening to the timber of his voice. “Well, Ms. Summers, it’s a…What’s above an A+?”

“I’ll be happy with an A+. I would say I’m excited by my grade, but I don’t think I can manage any show of excitement right now.” As she tilted her head to look into his eyes, Beth stroked her hand down the side of his face. “Professor Williams, I lo…”

Beth’s words were interrupted by three sharp raps on the window. “Hellooo. You kids need to leave…” They could see a flashlight shining in the window but most of the light was deflected by the Jaguar’s heavily tinted windows. “Look you guys…”

“Yes, officer. We are almost finishing up…ooof!” The air rushed out of him when Beth punched him in the stomach. “Just kidding, love.” Spike looked back at the window. “Give us a sec, officer, and we’ll be leaving.”

“You’ve got five minutes.” They could see the flashlight moving away.

Beth rose up to climb back into the front seat, but Spike pulled her back to lie on top of him. “Miss Summer’s, I believe you were about to tell me something before our abrupt, unwanted interruption. No respect for education.”

Beth couldn’t help but smile. Her love for this man made her feel like she could float into the front seat, if she wanted to that is, but that didn’t stop her from teasing him back. “I don’t know what you mean, Professor.” She smiled even wider at his growl which was quickly growing in volume. “Ok already. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Spike pulled her down and kissed her open mouthed, hot and heart felt. “I love you so much, pet. So do you need any help on your make-out…I mean your make-Up work?”