Chapter 15:

He slammed her backwards against the wall, his lips attacking hers, searching for a response from her. She wasn’t doing anything to return it though.

He pulled back just a few inches, they could feel each others breath, and Buffy’s hands were clutching at his arms. Her eyes were wide.

“What are you doing?” she whispered quietly, searching his face for some sane response.

“I’m sorry, I just…couldn’t help it. You where shouting and it just made me so…”

The need in his voice made her knees go weak. She crashed her lips back against his, knowing in her head how wrong it was, but not being able to find the strength to stop.


They kissed deeply, grasping at each other wherever they could. Spike fought her tongue with his own, his head reeling with the feeling of her mouth. He hadn’t realised until now exactly how much he missed her.

For Buffy though, the kiss was something else, and even as she enjoyed the feel of his lips on her own, a tear rolled down her cheek.

When she threatened to sob into his mouth she pushed him off of her, wiping her face on her hand and looking at the floor.

The pair stood in silence for a moment, Buffy looking at the floor and Spike looking at Buffy. They were both still catching their breath when he spoke.

“Buffy?”

“We can’t.”

Spike frowned, he felt his heart sinking. He’d been sure this was it. Time to show her how he felt, instead of having to put it into words and make a fool of himself. “What? Why?”

Gathering her courage, Buffy looked up at him. It was time for the talk, and she knew it.

“I can’t do this anymore, Spike. I’m sorry, I just…can’t.”

When the words left her mouth she nearly sobbed. She was effectively breaking off anything other than friendship she had with him.

“Do what? What are you talking about?”

She really wanted to explain, but all that came out was a strangled yell. “You always come to me, crying about somebody else!”

Spike was a bit shocked, and extremely confused, so he stayed silent.

“I’ve never made you cry…” Her words were surprisingly soft and quiet in comparison to the loud yell that it had followed. “Have I?” she tilted her head and a tear fell down her cheek.

She was searching his face for an answer, but he didn’t give her one. His features stayed normal, not letting any emotion show through.

“You wouldn’t have to cry if…” although she stopped her fro from saying it, Spike didn’t have to guess hard to know what she was about to say.

Her face suddenlyned ned stern. “Well I don’t want that anymore, Spike. I don’t want this.”

He clenched his jaw as his gut twisted with her words. She didn’t want him.

“So…you want me to go?” he asked quietly.

Buffy’s heart panged at the thought of him leaving, but she knew she had to be strong. Right now wasn’t about being scared of losing him. It was about telling him how she felt.

…and if he wanted to leave once she did…she would have to deal with it.

“I want it all Spike…” her eyes finally lifted to stare into his as she said “Or I don’t want it at all.”

He tried to act nonchalant as her words sunk in, but he realised that this was it. He had spent the last few months running away – but now she had given him a choice. A final ultimatum.

Love her…or leave.

“I…I don’t know what you mean.”

She wasn’t sure why that came as a shock to her. It seemed that Spike could do anything he set his mind to except fodersderstand a woman’s feelings, and take responsibility for his own actions.

“You have given me parts of you Spike. Just little parts…that really when you think about it…don’t amount to anything. You haven’t given me anything real, or special, or anything that lasted…but I still managed to fall head over heals in love with you.”

Her revelation sent an electric wave through his entire body that made him want to laugh and cry and gather her up into his arms and tell her he he felt the same…but his body stayed glued in that position, so he stood in silence and listened.

The tears were falling freely from her eyes now. Her cheeks were covered and her lips trembled as she searched for any sign that he felt the same.

“Can’t you tell? Doesn’t it show? I feel like I’ve been wearing a sign for the past year that says ‘Spike-guess what? I love you!’ but you didn’t even realise it. You just kept giving me little pieces of you that meant absolutely nng, ng, and taking me anytime you felt lonely. I can take that up to a point Spike. I can act like I don’t care, or pretend that you love me back…but it doesn’t help. It hurts.”

Standing in front of him, she looked so venerable. So fragile. But not nearly as fragile as she felt.

“I don’t want that. I want all of you.”

She had gotten through it until then, with only a slightly waving voice…but now she crumpled and he could hardly understand her as she whispered “I wanu tou to love me…”

His eyes- that had been studying the floor- looked up at her then. Tears falling down her face, her arms slumped by her sides.



At first, telling him how she felt had seemed the right thing to do. The strong thing to do…

…but now she felt weak. Weak that she couldn’t tell him how she felt without breaking down, and weak that she had fallen in love with him in the first place.

Spike just stood, in the same place, with the same expression as before. Inlitylity he wasn’t moving, but inside he was doing so much he was about to explode.

He never knew he could think and feel so many things at once. At the same time he was feeling confused, ecstatic and amazed at her words. He felt angry that he had never noticed how she felt. But mainly, he felt like crying for the girl stood in front of him, who had just cried her feelings to him. Cried and shouted and cried some more, so he could just stand there in front of her lan ian idiot, not knowing what to say or do to make it better.

He felt like knocking himself about the head for making her feel the way he had.

“Buffy…”

She shook her head slightly and looked up at him. Sniffling and wiping her face. “No, it’s ok.” Putting on a brave face she managed a smile and looked up at him. “Sorry about that. Almost time of the month, getting all emotional.”

She laughed, but Spike didn’t.

“Boy, what a way to spoil a good day, huh?” she joked again, but his face stayed serious.

She sighed. “I really am sorry. We can just ignore everything I just said.”

He was silent so she turned to leave the room.

“No.”

She looked back at him. “No?”

“No.”

He walked towards her, stopping inches in front of her. She looked up at him, and he really had meant to say something, but he couldn’t manage to think of anything that didn’t sound stupid.

“Buffy. I don’t want to ignore it. What you said.”

Slightly embarrassed, Buffy stared at his black shirt instead of his face.

“It’s hard for me to tell you how I feel.” He whispered, lifting her chin with his finger until she was looking him in the eye. “I don’t know why. I never had the problem before. Probably because I’ve never felt this way before.”

Buffy’s lower lip trembled. “What way?” she whispered.

Sighing, Spike tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and smiled, stroking her cheek. “This is harder than I though it’d be. I knew it’d be bad, that’s why I ran away from it but…”

He paused, but she was looking at him expectantly.

“Remember that night? When we got home from the doctors and you painted my nails and then we…”

Buffy nodded, not really needing him to go into detail about what they did after that nail painting. He looked just as confused as she was, and she really didn’t know where he was going with this.

“Well, when you and me…oh god, I feel like such a…” he paused, placing his hand over his mouth for a moment while he thought about what he was going to say. It wasn’t coming to him clearly, and although he knew what he was trying to say, she was making him nervous. The way she was looking at him, as if she was hanging on his every word.

“God, Buffy. I love you.” Another pause, but he didn’t look at her. “I don’t know when it happened, I just know that it did. I didn’t realise until that night, and I thought that I had to get away from it…but I can’t, couldn’t stay away. I know I’ve been a git, and I know that I don’t deserve you…”

He looked at her then. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slightly open. Her shock was obvious, but she stared back into his eyes. He placed his hand on her cheek and smiled slightly.

“…but I know, that I love you.”

That was it, his piece was said, finally. He’d been holding it in, and even the slightly disbelieving look on her face couldn’t stop him feeling relieved.



Buffy’s mind, however, was in a whirlwind. She was mixp. Wp. Was she supposed to be happy or angry? Because, right now the latter was shining through. He had made her think, for all this time, that he didn’t feel anything for her…and now he just blurts it out?

But in truth, she felt more scared than angry. She felt more scared than their first night together, than her first night with anyone…she was sure that she’d never been this scared in her whole life.

Spike must have noticed, because he reached out and pulled her to him, cradling her against his chest and resting his chin on her head.

He felt sobs rack her body as she took it all in. It wasn’t very often that he hated himself, but Buffy seemed to change a lot of the rules.

She tried to stay still for a moment, confused beyond belief…but his arms were all around her and she could smell him and feel him and she couldn’t concentrate.

Slowly, she raised her head and looked up at him, with tears rolling down her cheeks.

She sniffled.

“You know, I couldn’t bare it if you were just saying all this because you feel bad for me.”

Her voice didn’t waver as she said it, but the look on her face made the fear shine through.

“I’ve never lied to you, Love. I wouldn’t start now. Like I said, I don’t know how it happened, or when, but know that it did and I just wan-”

“Date me.”

“Huh?” he looked down at her, looking up at him, his shirt scrunched up in her hands.

“Take me out on a date. Like normal people do. Take me out to dinner or to a movie – not one of yours.”

He still looked confused.

“Look, we’re going to try this? We’re going to try it right. The slow way. Love isn’t about jumping in bed together every ten seconds; it’s about being together without actually BEING together…you know?”

He agreed, “But…date?”

Buffy sighed, and drew away from him, stepping backwards and placing her hands on her hips.

“The way I see it, we’ve been doing this your way for too long. It’s time to try my way. Buffy’s way. Buffy wants it…Buffy gets it. You got that?”

Impressed, Spike smiled and nodded. “Fine.”

Buffy smiled back. She was feeling pretty good now. He’d just told her how he felt, and she believed him, and now he had agreed to do things her way. She was pretty pleased with herself.

“Good. Now come here and kiss me.”

She took a deep breath as he walked slowly towards her, smirking as he did so.

When she was within reach he pulled her to him again and lowered his head until their lips were only inches apart.

“But, Pet…we haven’t even been on a first date yet.” He purred, smiling wickedly, kissing the top of her head and then leaving the room.

Hearing him walk up the stairs and to his OWN room, Buffy smiled slightly. So she didn’t get her kiss…she was getting her way other than that, and she liked it.




The next day when Buffy got home from work, she found a large white box on the end of her bed with a note taped to the top of it.

Prconfconference. I’ll be gone all day.
Pick you up at seven…hope you like you’re dress.

Love Spike

Buffy smiled and put the note down, kneeling on the floor in front of the box. She felt giddy. Spike had got her a dress.

She slowly lifted the white lid and peered inside. Sparkly tissue paper covered the dress, so she lifted that out.

The dress was folded neatly, and from what she could see it was white. She lifted it out fully, spreading it out on the bed.

When she stepped back she gasped. It was like a scene from a fairy tale. The dress was beautiful; she couldn’t believe Spike had picked it out for her.

The top half of the dress was a in a corset-style, strapless and curving in at the right places. It was white/cream with lavender flowers embroidered on it. The bottom half of the dress fell to around her feet, in a deep lavender. It was beautiful…and expensive.

Rushing over to the box she pulled out the small white piece of paper. -How had she known Spike would leave it in there?- and gasped.

“Eight Hundred Dollars?!”

She rushed over to the phone as quickly as she could and dialled the number.

“Hello? Sunlight Sport Studio, Willow speaking.”

“Willow? Spike bought me an eight hundred dollar dress!” she squealed.

“Hi, Buffy. Spike is wearing a dress?”

Buffy would have laughed, had she not been so overwhelmed. “No, he bought me a dress. It cost eight hundred dollars. I can’t believe it.”

Willow pouted. “That’s more than I make in a month…”

Both girls giggled. “Where is hkingking you?”

Shaking her head, Buffy looked back over at the dress. “I have no idea.”



Half and hour later, the girls were still talking on the phone. They’d made guesses about where the date was, made conatioation about Oz and the gang, and then talked about Spike some more.

“Oh, Will, there goes the doorbell, I’ll have to call you later, ok?”

Willow nodded even though Buffy couldn’t see her. “Call me as soon as you get home and tell me where your date was.”

“I will. Bye Willow.”

The blonde happily bounced the down the stairs, swinging the door open, and smiling at the two people at the door.

“Hi. Can I help you?”

It was a man and a woman. The woman was small with dark hair and glasses, where the man was tall with a bright shirt on and a big smile.

“No sweetie, I believe we can help you. I’m hair.”

The woman giggled. “And I’m make-up. Call us Fred and Lorne.”

Buffy, slightly shocked, smiled. She looked at the man. “Fred?” she guessed.

“No, Hun, she’s Fred. Winnie if you like. I’m Lorne. Spike sent us over here. He told us all about your date tonight.”

“He did? Did he say where it was?” Buffy asked, standing aside to let them both in.

“Secret. You can’t know. So, where are we going to do this? We only have two hours to make you beautiful.”

Buffy’s face fell.

Fred nudged Lorne in the side, very hard, giving him a look.

Lorne gasped. “Oh…ER! Beautiful-ER. That’s what I meant to say. Of course you’re a doll. Don’t worry sugar lips.”



The next hour was spent curling Buffy’s hair in different places, to eventually be pulled up into a tight bun, with curls cascading down the sides and front, ‘accentuating her lovely face’ as Lorne put it.

Then, after that Buffy slipped into the dress, sighing at the way it hugged her perfectly, before running back into the kitchen-turned-salon where Fred applied her make-up.

Her eyes were shaded light purple to match the lavender dress, while her lids were boldly lined with black.

Her cheeks were rosed-up (not that they needed it, she was buzzing and it made her cheeks pink already.) and her lips were painted light pink with a glossy finish.

She’d never had this kind of attention, it made her feel like a queen…and the feeling grew even more when she stepped in front of the full length mirror.

She wanted to cry, but Fred begged her not to ruin the make-up.



Spike was already dressed in a black tux, with a navy shirt underneath when he entered the house. The couple both gasped as they drank in the sight of each other.

“Buffy, you look…” he trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“You too.” Buffy smiled, lowering her eyes nervously.

She hadn’t been this nervous around him in years.

“No, I mean…I knew the dress would suit you, but wow…”

Buffy giggled. “I’m glad you like it. Eight hundred dollars is a lot of money to spend on a dress-”

Spike looked disappointed. “How did you know it was eight hundred?”

Buffy giggled and shook her head at him. “You left the price tag in the box.”

“I did? Bloody hell…I KNEW I’d forgotten something.”

Before he could grill himself anymore about it, Buffy walked up to him and took his hand, smiling up at him. She looked even more radiant from this proximity.

“Don’t we have a date to be on?” she asked him quietly.

Spike nodded then turned to look at the pair standing across the room. “Listen, thanks guys. Sorry I called you at such late notice.”

Lorne waved him off. “Oh, don’t worry. You both look good enough to eat, now go on. Get going.”

Buffy hugged Fred and then Lorne, laughing when he whispered to her that Spike looked ‘simply delicious’. “Thank you, so much. Both of you.”

Fred smiled and pushed Buffy out the door, turning to Lorne. “Don’t they make the perfect couple?”

Lorne nodded and said “I promise you, they’ll be the next Brad and Jen.”




When Spike and Buffy stepped outside, a black limo waited for them. Buffy was pleasantly shocked, once again. This night was full of surprises.

“Your pumpkin awaits, My Lady.” Spike drawled in an ‘Old English’ accent.

“Why, thank you, Kind Sir.” Buffy answer, giggling as he took her hand and lead her to the limousine.

When they both sat comfortably in the back seats, Spike looked over at Buffy and took her hand. “You really do look beautiful tonight.”

Buffy blushed and squeezed his hand, before asking “Where are we going, then?”

Spike only winked and replied “Wait and see.”

Buffy was actually surprised at how long the drive was taking. Where ever they were going, it wasn’t close to home.

Spike stared at Buffy, who just gave him coy glances once in a while, before turning her eyes back to the road.

The doors of the limo had secrets compartments that were jam-packed with expensive champagne and other goodies, but Spike didn’t want to start drinking early, so he kept those a secret from his beautiful date.

He smiled to himself, imagining her reaction when she found out exactly where he was taking her.

It was obvious that it wasn’t a restaurant, or a normal trip to the cinema complex, but he didn’t think she’d expect this.



Fifteen minutes or so later, a big crowd came into view, which stretched all the way down the main high street. The people were screaming and yelling and waving banners in the air.

Buffy looked over at Spike with a confused look, but he just winked again.

The limo driver began driving really slow, and some people were banging on the sides of the limo trying to catch a glimpse of it’s occupants.

“What is he doing?” Buffy asked, looking forwards at the driver.

Her date only smiled. “Teasing the crowd.”

When the limo finally came to a stop, and Buffy was able to look out the window she saw a red carpet.

“Oh god….you didn’t.” she whispered, panicking.

“Yes, Love. I did. Now come on.”

The driver walked around the limo and opened Spike’s door. When he stepped out, a large portion of the crowd went wild again, whooping and yelling his name.

He smiled and waved, turning back around to help Buffy out of the limo. She allowed herself to be pulled, and slid gracefully out.

She was overwhelmed by the crowd…and by the fact that Spike had brought her to a premier.

“Um, which movie is this?” She whispered, to him, trying not to blush, as even the security guards eyed her.

“Um, new movie called ‘Crisis Of Conscience’.”

Buffy stilled. Everyone around thought that she was simply posing for pictures, but Spike new better.

“This is a Lindsey McDonald film?”

Spike nodded with a smile on his face.

“As in, Personal Files? The Hand? Lindsey McDonald?” She could recite all his films.

“Yeah, Love. That one.” He pointed to a crowd of photographers. “Smile.”

She did so, and he kept turning them so that they could wave and pose and be photographed.
jou journalist stood at the end waiting for them, and Spike walked over to her.

“Spike! Hi, I’m Jenny Calendar. Can we ask you some questions?”

“Yeah, sure Pet.”

Jenny smiled. “Ok. What do you think of the red carpet this year?”

Spike smiled and looked around. Buffy just clung onto his arm. “It’s a great set up…and there are so many stars here. Russell Winters has built up a big fan base, including celebrities, so there are a lot of familiar faces here tonight. It’s great to see.”

Buffy smiled, he handled the media well.

“Are you a fan of Mr Winters?”

Spike smiled. “Of course, the blokes great, but I’m really here for Buffy, she’s a big fan of Lindsey McDonald.”

Buffy’s eyes widened and she glared at him. The camera turned to her.

“Oh yes, hi, you’re Buffy? This is your first premier?”

Buffy nodded. “Yes, I’m a little overwhelmed.”

Jenny smiled pleasantly. “And that is a beautiful dress you’re wearing, who created this little number?”

When Buffy looked over at Spike, the camera turned to him. “This is a C. Chase outfit, one of her most recent, actually.”

Again, Buffy’s eyes bulged. He’d gone to Cordelia for a dress?

“Wow, well, I hope you both enjoy the movie.”

Spike smiled. “Are you coming inside?”

Jenny Calendar shook her head. “No, I’m just the red-carpet journalist I’m afraid.”

Spike nodded. “That’s a shame. Thank you, anyway.”

“No, thank you Spike.”

As soon as Spike stepped out of the way, Jenny Calendar started again, shouting to other celebrities.

When they finally stepped inside the building and out of view from the crowd, Spike pulled Buffy against his side.

“How’d you like that, Love? You’re first taste of fame.” He grinned.

“My first? You mean I get more?” she smiled back, leaning up to kiss him.

It was only meant to be a chaste kiss, but the world kind of fell away – like it does in movies – and they forgot their surroundings.

“Whoa there. You might want to save that for a more private location.” A deep voice commented.

When Buffy jumped away from Spike she was met with the laughing eyes of one Lindsey McDonald.

“Oh…my…god…” she brea.

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Lindsey only laughed and shook Spike’s hand. “Hey man, love the sho

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Spike nodded back. “Yeah. Thanks. I’ve watched ‘The Hand’ about three hundred times.”

He pointed at Buffy, who blushed when Lindsey turned his eyes upon her.

“Ha ha. Alright. I better get inside now. Nice meeting you both.”

With that, he walked away.

“Wow. Lindsey McDonald. He is SO sexy.” Buffy commented.

Spike looked slightly uncomfortable.

“Oh, not as sexy as you though.” She added, smiling and sneaking her arm around his. “Shall we go inside?”

Spike nodded. “We shall.”




The movie was great. Buffy could tell it was going to be a box office hit, and even Spike was impressed. The movie was semi-violent, with Winters playing the Mafia Boss and Lindsey playing hero-cop and romantic husband.

“That was great. Kind of violent in parts, but I liked the love story.”

“I knew you would.” Spike answered.

“So…where to now?” Buffy pried, stroking his arm with her hand as they walked.

Spike wiggled his brows. “I was thinking we could go back to my place and…”

Just as Buffy was about to give him a sarcastic reply, the limo pulled up, and the driver climbed out to open the door.

“Nice evening?” he asked

“Yes, thank you.” Buffy replied, then turned to Spike. “He is so sweet.”

The limo driver blushed slightly and thanked her, before the couple climbed into the back.

It was then that Spike produced the champagne, and Buffy clapped and let out a whoop.

“I knew something was missing from this evening!”

Spike nodded in agreement, grabbing two glasses and pouring them a small bit.

Buffy pouted and looked in the half-empty glass. “Who are you, my mother?” she asked, before grabbing the bottle from him and filling her glass to the rim.

Spike only smiled and shook his head at her. “Fine, but if you get drunk, you can’t blame me.”

Knocking back the whole glass, Buffy shook her head. “Don’t be silly, you can’t get pissed from champagne.”



Half an hour later, Buffy was straddling Spike’s legs, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Pet, I think, you’ve had too much to drink.” He whispered, brushing her hair out of her face.

“NopShe She said, popping her ‘p’. “I’ve had JUST ENOUGH to drink. What was I thinking? Dates? Let’s wait? Have you seen you?”

With that she attacked his lips again, feeling him smile.

“Yeah, but still…I don’t want the effects of alcohol to make you do something you regret and hate me for in the morning. Let’s cool it.”

Buffy slid off his knee, pouting. “Jeez, I was only kissin’ ya.”

Again, Spike smiled and took her hand, and she looked over at him.

“I really am pretty sober you know.” She told him sincerely.

Spike smiled and nodded. “I know…but you said slow, and I want to do that for you. Alright?”

With a grateful smile, Buffy nodded back. She was starting to remember what she loved about him.



When they entered the house, Buffy walked straight into the living room and slumped down on the sofa.

“Oh god…this night has been great and everything, and I love the dress, but I have to kill you now for picking these shoes.”

Walking in behind her, Spike dropped to his knees in front of her and pulled of the shoes, making her laugh by kissing her toes.

She tilted her head to the side and opened her arms up. “Come here.”

Spike did as he was told, crawling until he knelt right in front of her, and leant down to kiss her.

The kiss was nothing like the one in the limo. It was gentle and slow, more about the love they felt than the need. It seemed to last fore and and when Spike drew backwards he stared down at her and smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I really do love you, you know.”

Buffy nodded. “I know.”

They both continued to stare at each other, both smiling, both thinking about each other.

Buffy hadn’t studied the planes of his face from this close up in a long time. After their second night together she’d sat awake watching him sleep, tracing her finger over his unique features.

His cheekbones thrilled her. No man she knew had cheekbones like him. Chiselled, almost sharp enough to hurt. His eyes, although closed at the time, had always amazed her…and his lips…

Her thoughts were interrupted when he kissed her again, this time slightly deeper. Her hands found their way into his hair, and his held her to him.

His back began to ache from leaning over too long but he didn’t have the will to stop kissing her. Not now….not with her tongue sliding over his lip the way it was.

He let her in, feeling her tongue explore his mouth before his joined it in battle. She didn’t say anything when he lifted her up and carried her towards the stairs.

He stopped kissing her, until they reached the top, and then his lips found hers again, even in the dark.

He pushed open her bedroom door with his foot and stepped inside, laying her down on the bed gently, before climbing over her and kissing her again.

His hand roamed this time, gliding over her breast and to her hip, where he gently traced circles over the material.

Buffy sighed into his mouth, one hand on the back of his neck, holding him to her, and the other sliding over his back.

Eventually, Spike stopped kissing her. He planted one last kiss on her forehead and tried to get up.

Buffy clung onto him. He looked down at her questioningly.

“Don’t go.” She whispered. “Make love to me…”

“But, Pet-”

“Please?”

Without speaking he came back to her, kissing her again, rolling them over so that she was over him.

He reached back and unfastened the back of the dress, still kissing her deeply. She was making mewling noises into his mouth and he felt himself harder underneath her.

She felt it too.

Her inner-self wore a mischievous smile as she ground down on him. He broke the kiss to groan loudly.

His head fell back onto the pillow and he closed his eyes, still unfastening the dress.

When he was done, Buffy sat up straight, tugging the top downwards to free her breasts.

Hungrily, Spike sat up and took on pebbled nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and suckling on it.

Buffy held his head against her, closing her eyes and mewling.

Although it wasn’t all about sex, she really had missed this…

Spike alternated from one bud to the other, making sure both were given equal attention, before he felt Buffy’s hands pushing his jacket off, and then starting to work on the buttons of his shirt.

She was trying, very awkwardly, to manoeuvre AROUND him, and so he brought his mouth back to hers.

“Hmm...thamkyou” she mumbled into his mouth.

“Welmcome.”

When his shirt was finally undone, Spike shrugged out of it, and lifted Buffy by the hips, positioning her, once again, on the bed underneath him.

She began to impatiently grab for him, but he still her hands and slowly began to tug the dress down the rest of her body.

He pulled it inch by agonising inch, until he finally deposited it on a chair. This time, when Buffy reached for him, he crawled up her body, reminding her of an animal stalking its prey.

He had this look in his eyes…he was promising her all sorts of naughty things with his eyes, and she was promising them right back with her own.

He kissed her briefly, and then went to move down her stomach, but she grabbed his hair.

“No, don’t…need you, right now.”
ike ike resisted, but she pulled at his hair until he crawled back up her body.

Parting her legs with his knee he stared at hwithwith a smile on his face.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do this…” he whispered, placing himself at her opening.

She gasped and arched into him as he pushed in slightly. “Not as long as I’ve…been wanting you to do it.” She told him, remember a lot of lonely nights.

“God, missed you so much.” He almost whimpered as he entered her fully.

They both stayed still, just getting used to the feel of each other again. To Spike it felt like a lifetime since he’d been inside her.

“How do you stay so tight?”

He’d always wanted to ask, and now seemed like as good a time as any.

Buffy grinned. “Exercises.”

Spike nodded, and laughed slightly at the situation.

“Really did miss you…” he told her, looking up seriously.

“I missed you too.”

She leaned up and kissed him, probing his mouth with her tongue just as he began to move inside of her, slowing pulling all the way out until only the head remained inside, and then pushing slowly back in again to the hilt.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him to go faster.

“Not gonna last much longer…” Spike admitted, and he reached down in between their bodies.

“Me neither…oh god…” she whimpered, as he began to rub her clit in time with his trusts. “Oh god, oh god…gonna come…Spike…”

One last time he pulled almost right out, and then pushed back in, hard and fast.

Buffy screamed his name as she clenched around him, shaking and whimpering, making him climax right behind her.

Spike collapsed on top of her, panting heavily.

He was catching his breath when Buffy’s hand came up and began to stroke his hair.

“Buffy…”

“Hmmm?”

“I love you…”

He rolled over onto his side, putting her with him and tangling his legs in hers.

“I love you too.”

Buffy ran her fingers down his cheek as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. She smiled, before snuggling into him and closing her own eyes.

Oh well, so much for calling Willow….




 

Chapter 16:

Buffy sighed as she slowly awoke, feeling warm breath and kisses on her neck. Last night’s events worked their way back into her memory and she sighed once more.

A strong arm was wrapped around her, rubbing circles on her abdomen in time with the gentle kisses.

She could smell him…he was all around her. On her pillow, in her hair, on her body. Her eyes were still closed, and a smile crept its way across her features.

“Mmmm…you know? This is the first time in months that I’ve woken up with a smile on my face.”

Behind her, Spike smiled, stopping his ministrations for a moment to huskily reply “That’s because it’s the first time in months that you’ve gone to sleep with a smile on your face.”

A deep sigh. “It really, really was…”

“Glad to see you don’t regret it then.” He mumbled against her skin, taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting down.

Her hand found it’s way towards hrm, rm, resting on top of it and squeezing it gentle, for reassurance. “Not one bit…nope. I’m a happy Buffy.”

As was per usual for Spike, he pressed his hips forward, making sure that she could feel his growing erection.

“And I’m a happy Spike…” it was a purr.

She giggled, sighing again as she felt his lips continue their gentle caress of her neck.

The hand that had been tracing circles began to move up, making circles on her sch bch before latching onto her breast.

He squeezed ivingvingly, and Buffy didn’t miss the fact that he hardened even more against the base of her back.

With a wicked grin she reached behind herself, slipping her hand in between their bodies to grasp his cock.

“God, Buffy…” he groaned.

“You like that, huh?” she teased, looking at him over her shoulder.

As an answer his hand covered hers, and they began to stroke him slowly. He was making every sexual noise in the book, and it thrilled her. Gave her a feeling of power over him that she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

Back then, when it was only about sex…that’s when she had this power over him. She didn’t feel the need to get him off just to prove herself. Back then, it was all about the tease.

He lay sprawled across the bed on his back, hands gripping the sheets either side of him. His eyes were squeezed shut and his neck was craned back.

He was panting and grunting as her mouth worked its magic on his length.

She was watching him as she sucked and licked him, her hand underneath him squeezing his balls.

A hand found its way into her hair and she began to suck harder, her cheeks hollowing out every time she took him in. It hadn’t taken long for her to take him all the way in. He was big, sure…but the first couple of months, her need to please him had spurred her along, made her try again every time she gagged.

And now it was like riding a bicycle.

“Gnnnn…ugh, Buffy…gonna…I’m gonna come, Buffy…”

She could feel it, and just as his balls threatened to tighten, her mouth curled up into a cruel smile.

With a pop she let him fall out of her mouth.

When he looked up at her for an explanation, a desperate look in his eyes, she just shrugged and ran.


With a nasty growl, Spike dove off the bed, making chase. He was on her before she could even open the door.

“You little bitch…” he spun her around and growled at her with a twinkle in his eye.

“Oh…did you WANT to come?” she asked innocently, batting her eyes at him.

Instead of answering her, he lifted her leg up against his side, and pressed himself against her opening.

“You’re wet, Buffy. Couldn’t be that you LIKE teasing me, could it?”

Again, she batted her eyes. “Teasing you? I have no idea what you mean, Spike.”

She smiled sweetly, but as he pushed into her slightly, her mouth shaped into an ‘o’.

Spike smirk

P

Pushing again, he slipped all the way in. He nearly came right there and then.

“You know, Buffy…” he told her, clenching his teeth against her warmth. “You should really stop getting me all worked up and then leaving me…”

“Why’s that?” she asked, trying to rock against him. He held her hips against the wall, stopping her.

“Because one day…” He told her, sliding almost all the way out. “…I might return the favour.”

Closing her eyes, she smiled. She could feel him filling her again, and she clenched her muscles.

He gasped.

“But I really loooove making it up to you, Spike.” She replied huskily, clenching once again.

He stilled, resting his head against her shoulder. If she carried on this way, he’d be over before she even got going.

“Not gonna last if you keep doing that, Pet. I’m already half way there…remember?”

He heard her sigh, and then she gave him a moment before asking “You good to go, again?”

He growled at the mocking in her voice, and then began to move inside her. Her other leg came up around his waist, and he grabbed her ass to hold her up.

He moved in hard, fast strokes, all the while clenching his teeth against his need to come. He’d never left her unsatisfied, and tease or not, he wasn’t about to start now.


The wall was cold against her back, and Spike’s body was warm against her front. The contrast felt almost as good as having him inside her, but as of yet, nothing had beaten THAT to the number one spot.

He was sucking on her neck, panting and grunting right in her ear. It always brought a smile to her face.

His hands had been previously, gripping her butt with a bruising force, but now one hand let go.

She opened her eyes when he leaned backwards, and watched him as he stuck his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it gently, looking into her eyes.

Then, he took it from his mouth and moved it down in between their bodies.

Her mouth became an ‘o’ again as he found her spot, flicking her clit with his thumb, before rolling it in between fin fingers.

She screamed his name as she came, and he followed her. His release had never seemed so satisfying. There was no doubt in his mind that it was worth the wait…but what a wait it had been.

They slid to the floor, Buffy clinging onto Spike, and Spike resting his head against Buffy.


They sat like that, on the floor, him still inside her, her legs still around him. His head was buried in her neck, and he was still sucking lightly on her pulse point.

“You’ve just proved my point…” she whispered breathlessly.

“And what’s that, Pet?”

Pushing him backward until he lay on the floor, Buffy smiled. “That a little teasing pays off…”

Before he knew it she was sat up, straddling him and rocking on him.

He groaned. “Really, pet. I don’t think I can go another round.”

She smiled wickedly and clenched her muscles around him.

He hardened within her and sighed, looking down at his offending limb.

“Traitor…”


Remembering that, Buffy smiled wickedly.

Without breaking contact with him, she turned, so that she could watch his face.

He had his head back slightly and his eyes were closed. His mouth hung open in an ‘o’ of his own.

Her other hand ventured down towards her right, and she took his balls in her hand, fondling and scratching them lightly.

“Gnnngh…”

As much as she revelled in the fact that she could turn him to putty, her playful side was winning the inner argument.

His eyes shot open when she abruptly stopped. “Buffy?”

She was standing, naked, with her hands on her hips, at the bottom of the bed.

“I felt like breakfast all of a sudden…” she told him, wickedly.

Spike whimpered. “You can have breakfast…I’ll make you a big fry up, with everything…just come back here…please?”

The last part of the statement was a whimpThatThat little ‘please?’.

She saw the look in his eye, the look of desperate need…but her inner-devil cackled wickedly. Still naked, she turned and bounded out of the bedroom.

Spike growled like a wild animal, before diving off the bed and running after her.




The kitchen was a mess. Eggs lay in the pan, burned sausages sat on a clean plate, warm toast was slowly loosing temperature on the table, and two naked -and overly exhausted- people lay in the middle of the floor.

“Kitchen sex…always wanted to do that.”

Spike grinned, smiling down at the woman curled up next to him. “Yeah? You should have said something sooner.”

Buffy sighed and rested her arm across his stomach. “Didn’t want you to think I was kinky.”

She said it with total seriousness, but the irony of it made Spike laugh.

He had often referred to her as his ‘partner in sex crime’ and so the fact that she got embarrassed now about being kinky struck him as humorous.

Smiling down at her, he leaned toward her neck and bit it lightly. “Really, really, love you.”

She hadn’t been counting, but that had to be more than five times he’d said it now.

“You know? I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say that.” She hummed.

“Yeah? Well that’s good, because I’m never going to get tired of saying it.”

Another moment of comfortable silence passed, and Buffy sighed once more, before sitting up.

The side of Spike’s body which she had been pressed up against was suddenly cold, and he reached for her.

She gave him a mischievous grin.

Spike, sighed. “Have you been taking Viagra? I can’t keep up with you all of a sudden.”

Smiling still, Buffy crawled over to him and straddled his waist. “That’s because you haven’t been burning for me, for months, like I’ve been burning for you. Every night…wanting you…NEEDING you.”

The husky tone of her voice made Spike want to groan. “I did need you, Pet. I wanted you all the time.”

She had a look of power in her eyes when she leaned over him and brought her finger to his mouth.

“Shhh…”

As tired as he was, he never got tired of her impulsive games. He put his lips around her finger and bit it lightly.

While he busied himself with this, sucking her finger in and out of his mouth, she reached behind her with her other hand and grasped his semi-hard cock.

He groaned around her finger, and it vibrated up her arm.

Without looking, she traced the vein of his shaft, pointing out to him silently that she knew him a little too well.

Letting go suddenly, she took his hands, and placed them behind his head, leaning over his face.

“Don’t move…” she whispered, and kissed him, hard on the lips.

She sat up then, running her fingernails over his chest, scratching his nipples lightly, before putting her fingers around his t agt again.

“If you can’t keep up with me, then I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.”

Spike was so distracted by the tone of her voice and the tingles she’d left on his chest with her nails, that he didn’t notice until he felt her wetness seep onto his cock head that she’d risen above him and was rubbing him against her slit.

Although he had an unbelievable urge to touch her, he did as he was told and kept his hands behind his head, settling with just watching her as she through her head back and began to use his cock to circle her clit.


Buffy was biting her bottom lip, trying not to be over taken by the feeling. If she got too into it then she’d just slip down onto him, but she didn’t want to do that. She just wanted to play for a little while.


Spike, however, was losing control quickly. He was almost at full hardness now, and he was confused as to what was hotter, the look on her face, or the way she was rubbing him against her. He watched her face contorting for a moment, the way her mouth fell open slightly and her eyes closed, before looking right down and watching what she was doing to herself.

He continued to watch, trying not to raise his hips and beg for entrance, until her body tensed. When she finally relaxed, she slipped down onto him, surrounding him with her heat and falling onto his chest.

She was panting.

“You know, that could quite possibly be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He informed her, moving his hand from behind his head and rolling her onto her back.

She tried to answer, but decided that she was still to out of breath, and so she settled with a smile.

“And I thought you said you weren’t kinky.”

She gave a contented sigh as she began to stroke his hair. She sounded worn out.

Leaning down to nuzzle her neck, Spike gave her a smile. “You’re my girl…you know that?”

Another contented sigh. “And you’re my guy.”

He watched her nose crinkle as she yawned quietly. “You know, Pet, it’s probably not good to ware yourself out before One O’clock in the afternoon.

Suddenly her eyes flashed open and she was up, knocking him off – and out- of her.

He would have complained about the loss of her warmth surrounding him, had it not been for his shock.

“What the…?”

“WORK!” she screamed, her hands flying over her mouth. “I’ve missed work! Oh god…I’m so fired.”

With a shrug, Spike pulled her down onto his lap. “Don’t be silly, just call in sick.
Buf
Buffy was trying to get up again, but he was holding her to him tightly, kissing the side of her neck now. She had to hold in a whimper.

“You’re supposed to call in sick before you miss it.”

Another shrug. “So, tell them we were too busy having sex on the kitchen floor then. No point in lying…” he looked up at her with a grin.

Buffy swatted him on the arm, before giving in and resting her head against his shoulder.

“Spike?”

He kissed the top of her head. “Yeah?”

“I’m tired…”

 

Chapter 17:

Spike carried Buffy upstairs to bed. He figured that she could have a little rest, while he made some calls.

He needed to call his agent, his director, and Buffy’s work.

“Hi, I’m just calling on behalf of Buffy Summers…oh hi Willow…I wasn’t doing a posh voice…oh whatever…She’s sick…No we weren’t boinking all night…Ok, fine, I’ll tell her. Bye.”

With a smile Spike hung up and dialled another number.

“Hi, it’s Spike…yeah, hi mate. No, no problem…What paper?...Alright, I’ll check it out. Thanks. See you soon. Bye.”

His agent had informed him that he was in the paper, so he just HAD to go and have a look…naturally.

And there he was. All tuxed-up and ready to go, Spike was smack, bang in the middle of the style page…but it wasn’t him who the stylists were commenting on. It was Buffy.

Spike, from The Vampire Slayer television show, almost stole the carpet-walk entrance from every other guest-including Lindsey McDonald- by showing up with this mysterious beauty on his arm. Heads turned and camera’s flashed as the couple stepped out of the limousine and onto the red carpet. Even Mr McDonald had a comment to make on the young blonde. “Oh, yeah. She’s beautiful whoever she is. I thought I had a shot but then I caught them making-out in the hallway so…no such luck.” Lindsey laughed later on with a journalist. The dress worn by the blonde was the latest in Cordelia Chase’s designs. beaubeauty is rumoured to be Spike’s housemate whom he has recently started a relationship with. Do we hear wedding bells in the air for the wild and wicked television star? I guess we’ll wait and see.

"Thought he had a shot indeed..."

Spike stood up taking the paper with him and walked into the kitchen. He saw the mess and sighed.

He could clean it up for her, or he could leave it.

He'd never been the tidy type, his place was always a mess, and so was hers once he'd moved in. She'd gotten used to it by the time he moved them both into their big house.

As desperate as he was to just leit, it, he felt his feet begin to move towards the sink.

"Love's bitch..." he muttered underneath his breath as he began picking up plates and pans, throwing the contents in the bin before dropping them into the sink.



Half an hour later when the house was tidy, Spike poked his head into the bedroom to see if Buffy was still sleeping.

She was.

She looked beautiful. The thin white sheet was wrapped around her like an old statue. It was twisted around her, covering her most imitate part, leaving only her hip on show, and then thinned out as it got higher, only covering one of her breasts, leaving the other on view. In fact, he'd seen a statue just like it once...

Her golden skin contrasted perfectly against the white of the sheet and her hair was spread around her head on the pillow like a halo.

He could have stood and watched all day, but his fingers were itching to touch her.

He'd begun to walk towards her before he realised it.

As he crawled onto the bed, Buffy shifted slightly, rubbing her shin with her foot and sniffling.

Spike smiled.

He crawled up the bed, up her body until he was hovering right above her, staring down at her. His fingers still itched to touch, and so he lay his hand on her side, lightly tracing up and down, watching her reacting. She didn't even flinch.

This time when he trailed his hand downwards, he kept going, over the curl of her hip, under the sheet along the outside of her thigh. Again she gave no reaction.

Until his fingers began to dance on the skin of her inner thigh.

She shifted then, mumbling something under her breath. Her legs opened wider.

Spike had a smile on his face.

The way she’d opened her legs, the way the corners of her mouth had twitched slightly, the way her eyelids flickered, had given it away.

She was only pretending to be asleep.

"You like that, huh?" he whispered.

She only shifted, and so he did it again, ghosting his fingers along her inner thigh slowly.

Her hand followed, wiping away the tickle, and then she sighed, her eyes flickering open.

"What are you doing, you pervert?" she mumbled, searching for his hand, and holding it while she closed her eyes, ready to go back to sleep.

"I came to wake you up, Pet."

Wrinkling her nose, Buffy shook her head. "No. I don't want to get up."

"What do you want then?"

Her eyes sti still closed, but a wicked smile crossed her face as she pulled him down to her.

Spike's idea of a gentle kiss was thrown unceremoniously out of the window when Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed her tongue into his mouth, licking and sucking at his lips.

"Mmmm...it felt horrible, sleeping without you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I wanted to reach over and find you…”

“Yeah?”

Her voice was husky, he couldn’t decide if it was from sleep or lust, but he loved it.

“Wanted to curl myself around you…feel the way your muscles ripple under my fingers when I touch you…”

“Stop it…you’re making me hard…” he groaned.

Buffy had to hide her delight, as she pulled him against her more, feeling the bulge in his jeans.

“I know…”

Their lips met in another kiss, this one slightly more ferocious on Spike’s part.

His head was spinning from the change that she’d gone through. It was like they were just starting out again.

Their sex had never been boring, but there had been a time when Buffy had stopped pulling all the stops. When it had been more about him than about the tease, and as much as he’d revelled in it, he’d missed the playful side of her.

Now, apparently, the playful side was back.

He was relieved of his thoughts when Buffy’s hand found his erection, squeezing it lightly through his jeans.

“You know what I think?” Buffy whispered.

Spike could only shake his head.

“I think…that you’re wearing too many clothes.”

Of course, Spike remedied that situation quickly, jumping from the bed, ignoring the smirk on Buffy’s face as he practically ripped his clothes from his body.

Moments later he was hovering over her again, this time though, there were no clothes separating them, only the sheet that was still strategically wraparouaround Buffy’s body.

“You can’t possibly know how beautiful you are.”

Buffy giggled. “I’d say the same about you…but I wouldn’t want to wound your ego.”

“What can I say, baby? I’m a good-looking piece of man meat.”

“Meat, huh?”

Her hand wrapped around his erection, her fingers whispering over the skin.

As if he had no words, Spike’s lips found her neck, trailing up and down the soft skin, kissing and licking.

“Want you so badly.”

He heard her, even though it was just a whisper, and he used his knee to separate her legs.

“How much?”

His voice had taken on that husky, seductive tone again, and she shivered.

“I think you can feel how much.”

She wasn’t wrong, he’d taken his cock in his hands and was running it up and down her slit, picking up moisture.

“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it…won’t do it until I hear you tell me.”

Their eyes locked as she pulled his face down to her, her hands splayed over his face, her fingers stroking his cheeks.

“Like oxygen…I breathe you, Spike. I crave you like a drug and nothing feels better to me than when you slip inside me…the way you look at me when you start to move inside of me makes me shiver. I get goose-bumps all over me when you kiss my skin and I get a thrill like nothing else when I hear you panting in my ear.”

Spike was staring down at her with a look of awe.

Sure, they’d expressed their love…but her words, whilst erotic, were sweet and meaningful, and he could tell that she meant every word by the look in her eyes.

“Don’t make me beg, Spike.”

He shook his head, as if breaking himself from a trance, and then slowly slid home, all the way inside her.

Their pelvises touched and Spike mumbled against her mouth about how perfectly they fit together.

She could only nod in agreement, because the feel of him stretching her had stolen her words.

He waited, until her eyes opened again and she looked at him, and then he began to move inside her, pulling almost all the way out before effortlessly sliding back in.

“You’re like heaven…warm and wet, surrounding me. You’re so hot it almost burns…”

Buffy’s eyes were closed, her head thrown back exposing her neck to him. His cheek was rested on hers while he whispered in her ear.

“Spike…” she moaned, grabbing his neck and making him look at her. “Stop talking and make love to me…”

His eyes turned a darker shade of blue at her words and he captured her lips as he began his rhythm, moving in and out of her, slowly at first, becoming quicker when she began to meet him, her hips rising off the bed in time with him.

“Love you…oh, God…I love you…”

Her words came in between gasps as he changed the angle of his thrusts, his wiry curls stimulating her clit on every down stroke.

“I know, Kitten.”

Their rhythm was slowly becoming more frantic, and their bodies were coated with a thin layer of sweat that caused them to stick together.

Spike tongue Buffy’s throat, tasting her salty perspiration and feeling her throat vibrate as she moaned.

He ground his teeth, trying to fight off his need to come, desperately wanting her to climax first, never having left her, forgotten about her needs for sake of his.

His efforts were hopeless though, because her muscles clenched around him and he was lost, coming inside of her with a yell.

He was momentarily cad awd away by the force of his orgasm, but he cursed himself when he felt himself soften inside her.

His head fell to her neck.

“I’m sorry, baby…”

Buffy only smiled affectionately and stroked his hair, laying her cheek on his while he caught his breath.

As much as he loved the feeling of being in her arms, basking in the afterglow of his own orgasm, he began to wiggle, pulling himself from her embrace and crawling down her body.

“Spike no, it doesn’t matter…I to to hold you.”

He heard her, but her only answered her with a look before dipping his head and fastening his lips around the bundle of nerves.

His finger slipped inside her as he sucked hard, using his tongue to further stimulate it while she shivered above him, all words of him stopping being lost.

Her hands found his head and her fingers tangled through his already mussed hair as he lapped at her, before sucking on her clit once more.

Her inner-walls fluttered around his fingers as she cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair for a second before her whole body relaxed.

Her hands let go of him and her head lolled to the side as the feeling of relaxation took over. Her eyes lay half-closed while he eagerly lapped up her spendings, before gently removing his fingers from inside her and giving them the same treatment.

She watched him silently, a smile tugging at her lips when he crawled back up the bed, and dropped down next to her.

“Are we going to spend the rest of our lives in bed?”

Sighing, Spike pulled her to him. “Oh, I hope so…”



To be continued…
 

Chapter 18:

He watched the water run down the obstacle course of her body while he breathed in the tobacco of his cigarette, imagining himself as one of the tiny droplets of water that she was allowing to trail along her body.

She’d told him ‘no’ sternly as she got out of bed, telling him that she would never get clean if he joined her.

So he’d settled for watching.

“You know, those things make the place smell, and not even my vanilla shampoo can cover it up in this small bathroom.”

Her voice was muffled behind the glass and the noise of the shower, but he heard her. Rolling his eyes he sighed and flicked his cigarette into the sink, running the tap to put out the orange glow.

“Thank you.” She blew him a kiss through the glass.

“Don’t get used to it, Princess.” He muttered, beginning to open and close cupboards in a bid to entertain himself.

That was when he came across her pills. The packet was almost full.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmm?”

“Haven’t you been taking the pill?”

The shower suddenly stopped and Buffy stepped out, reaching for a towel.

Her eyebrows were raised. “Um…no?”

Spike looked at the packet, then up at her again.

“Why not?”

She was shivering so he grabbed her, pulling her close to him so that he could dry her.

“The endometri-wotsits…can’t take the pill while I have that.”

He’d been drying her legs, but he stood up when she said that, staring into her eyes and tucking a piece of wet hair behind her ear.

“What’s going on with that? Have you told your mother yet?”

Her eyes cast downwards in a guilty manner.

“Nobody knows, only you and Willow…and a handful of students.”

They both stood in silence while Spike dried the rest of her off, but his thoughts were getting too much for him.

“So…we haven’t been using any kind of protection.”

She shook her head.

“Isn’t that kind of worrying? What if you get…” Buffy stared at him as he looked into space, as if daring himself to say the word.

“Pregnant? Even if I did…I couldn’t have the baby…”

Her voice was slightly off when she said that, a little bit colder than it needed to be.

“WE couldn’t have the baby. You say it like I’d leave you.”

It was a spur of the moment thought, and it passed her lips before she even had time to consider the implications.

“Wouldn’t you?”

He froze. His hands stopping dead in their tracks. Buffy chose not to look up at him right then, scared of what she might see in his eyes.

“Damn it Buffy, is that what you really think?”

The hurt undertone of his voice was what made her eyes catch this.

“Well…it’s not as if we’ve ever talked about it…and we haven’t been serious for long…we haven’t even been serious for a week.”

It was true. She’d always been on the pill before, and it was only two nights ago that they’d driven head-first into this relationship. Neither of them had considered the future, babies, marriage, cottage out in the country with a white picket fence.

Sighing, Spike began to dry her off again.

“Buffy, if you’d have gotten pregnant our first night together I wouldn’t have left…I’m not about to leave you now after years of-”

“Well, good.”

The fact that she interrupted him was an obvious sign that she didn’t want to continue this conversation.

“Look at me, Pet.” He placed his finger under her chin. “I love you.”

It seemed as though the whole conversation was forgotten once he said that, her eyes took on their usual sparkle again, and she flashed him a dazzling smile, before spinning around and skipping out of the bathroom to get dressed.

He smiled to himself, thinking how young she looked when she did that. Like the last few years had never happened.

“Buffy?”

He followed her into the bedroom, finding just her bum sticking out of the closet as she rooted around for clothes.

“Yeah?”

He noticed the way her ass wiggled when she answered him, but decided to save that conversation for another time. He was adamant now, that she needed to make a phone call.

“You better call your mum.”

She gave an over-exaggerated sigh and then stood up, turning to face him with a pile of clothes in her arms.

“I don’t even know why you care…she hates you.”

Buffy hadn’t meant it to sound the way it did, but it was the truth, Joyce had always complained about Buffy living with Spike.

“That boy is a bad influence on you…”

“Did he even finish school? What kind of life could he offer you?”

“And he smokes…he could give you all kinds of cancer.”

“I just think that you’re being rash…you’ll leave to live with him, and the next thing you know he’ll kick you out on the street for some floozy…”

“Thanks for reminding me, Pet. As if I’m not reminded every holiday when she comes to visit, or every time I answer the bloody phone.”

“So why are you nagging me to call her?”

She had turned back to the closet again, dropping the clothes and picking up another pile.

She didn’t notice until it was too late, that he’d come up behind her.

His hands, which had landed on her hips, where now trailing there way over her stomach, gliding over the newly-dried skin. Goosebumps appeared all over her.

“Because, she’s your mother…” He whispered into her ear, making the casual words sounds seductive. “…and she brought you into this world, I think I have a lot to thank her for.”

Her hair was swept aside as his lips found her neck, licking and sucking where Spike found appropriate.

“How do you think she’d feel if you didn’t tell her?”

Buffy envied him. He could speak so casually about her mother while he touched her like he was doing right now, and then he wouldn’t even blush when Joyce came to visit. He could take part in an erotic search across her body, and still have the piece of mind to hold conversation.

Buffy however, could only nod in agreement.

“So, you’ll call her?”

Another nod.

“That’s my girl…”

His hand, that had been so delicately caressing her stomach, now slid to the waistband of her panties.

She almost felt as if she was a little pet, and he was rewarding her for a good behaviour…and the idea made her shiver with want.

“Cold?”

She shook her head, bringing her arm up behind her to loop it around his neck.

“Very…hot…actually.”

Spike smiled. “Oh yeah? Anything I can help you with?”

His fingers where still cruelly trailing the line of her panties, waiting for her confirmation.

For the last few hours, Buffy had had the pleasure of being in control. She’d had him wrapped around her little finger, and he knew that she’d get him again…so he had to enjoy his turn while it lasted.

Like now when she was shivering and whimpering beneath his ministrations, even though he’d barely touched her.

He could trap her with words.

“I think so…” she replied, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

With a grin, he moved his hand to cover her sex over her knickers. “Want to tell me what it is?”

With a nod, she closed her eyes. “Touch me…”

Just as he was about to, he turned his head slightly and noticed the mirror on the inside of the open closet door.

Shifting his feet, he turned them to face it.

“Open your eyes…”

Doing as she was told, Buffy was met with the image of them, Spike fully clothed with his arms wrapped around her body, and her, stood in her panties and bra, one hand around his neck, the other by her side.

“We should get an oil painting of this…”

Buffy looked up at his reflection and gave him an increus lus look.

“What? It would be nice…very erotic…we could hang it up in here.”

“Spike, goi going to kill you if you don’t touch me right now…”

Pouting into the mirror, Spike looked at her reflection. “You wouldn’t kill me, Buffy. You like me too much.”

“Yeah…” she sighed. “I like your body, and you mouth…and your hands…”

He didn’t remove her panties, just slipped his hand inside and caressed the curls he found there, before slipping his hand lower and letting his finger brush across her clit, eliciting a moan from her.

“Do it again…”

He stared at her in the mirror. Her eyes were hooding and her mouth was slightly open.

“No.”

She was about to protest, until his finger found her wet folds, running along them until it was almost inside. After waiting a moment, he pushed it inside.

“I love you, Buffy.” He whispered, his face becoming serious as he began to move slightly.

“Love…you too…”

Pumping his finger in and out of her, he watched how she breathed in time with his fingers, how her hips would buck every time he changed the angle.

“…more…”

He began to kiss her neck as he added another finger, and she closed her eyes fully.

“Spike…love you…oh god…oh yes, I love you…want you…more…please…just a little bit more...yeah…like that…oh please, oh please…my…touch my…”

His thumb came up to brush against her clit, circling it once, before pressing on it fully.

She came, her inner-walls fluttering around his fingers, and her body quivering against his.

“You ok?”

“I need another shower…”




Twenty minutes later, Buffy stood in the living room rolling her eyes on the phone to her mother.

“Yes Mom, I’m fine…no, Spike didn’t give me it. I’m positive…It isn’t even sexually transmitted!...Yes, lots and lots of tablets….Yes I’ve taken them today…four o’ clock, why?”

Spike had been slightly amused with Joyce’s prattling, until she’d inquired as to whether he was the one who’d given Buffy the infection.

“Yes mother…alright mother…I’ll let you know…yes…Spike says hi. I will not tell him that!”

“Hi Joyce…” Spike called, before muttering. “…you self-righteous, whining, devious little witch…”

That last part was quiet under his breath, but Buffy heard him, and turned around with wide eyes.

“SPIKE!”

Holding his hands up in defeat, he slumped down on the sofa and switched on the television.

Buffy’s conversation with her mother continued for another five minutes, before she finally hung up the phone aroppropped down next to him with a giant sigh.

“Happy now? My Mom’s gonna be calling every four hours to check that I’m taking my pills.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t say she was a saint, I said she was your mother.”

With a sigh, Buffy agreed with him.

“I think you’re right…and it was so noble of you to point it out to me…any casual observer might say that I…owe you something.”

Her tone was full of false innocence, and Spike turned to her with a grin.

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

Seductively, Buffy climbed off of the sofa to kneel on the floor between his jean-clad legs.

She ran her hand his his legs.

“…like a favour.”

Spike watched her display, with his grin still firmly in place.

“Be specific…”

Batting her eyes lashes at him, Buffy ran her hands up his thighs to his zipper, pulling it open slowly.

Once his erection sprang free, she blew him a kiss, before lowering her mouth to surround him…



To be continued…
 

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