"Hey, Spike, there's some young lovelies out there who are just dying to meet you," Angel said, grinning.

"Angel," Spike groaned. He was lying in bed, trying to rest after a fitful night's sleep. "Why did you bring girls up here? I told you that I didn't want to be disturbed 'til we had to leave for the show."

"Aw, come on, Spike! They're really cute." Angel waggled his eyebrows. "Just come out and say hi. You need a date for the club tonight, maybe one of them will catch your fancy."

"I don't need a bloody date. I'm performin'." The only girl he wanted to see was Buffy.

Angel sighed and started pulling Spike by the arm. "I told them you were coming out, so you're coming out."

"Shit--Alright--Fine. I'll go say hello," Spike grumbled.


 

The girls stood up, standing straight and tall with their boobs thrust out.

"Girls, this is Spike. Spike this is Tiffany, Amber, Tawny and Bria."

The girls smiled wide and said hello.

"Hi, nice to meet you," Spike said, smiling and trying to be friendly.

"Oh, you are so cool!"
"I think you're the best!"
"I can't believe I'm actually meeting you!"
"You're even hotter in person!"

The girls gushed.

Angel frowned and looked around. "Where did the other one go?"

"Oh," Tiffany, the brunette with legs up to her chin, rolled her eyes. "She left a minute ago. She's got mental problems or something."

Angel shrugged. "Hmm…guess Buffy didn't want to see you as much as she first--"

Spike's head whipped around to Angel. "Wait--did you say, 'Buffy'?

"Yeah," Angel laughed. "Cute name, eh?"

Spike's heart beat furiously. "Was she blonde--about 5'2"--amazing green eyes?"

Angel blinked. "Yeah, that's her. You really know her? I thought she was bullshitting me."

"Yes, I know her!" Spike couldn't believe it. She came - she was here! But...she took off. "I've got to talk to her!"

Spike sprinted to the door of the suite and out into the hallway. The only thing that mattered was seeing her again. He didn't think about the mob of fans outside. He didn't worry that Buffy only wanted him now that she knew he was on his way to being rich and famous. Seeing her smile, hearing her sweet voice--and hopefully much, much more--was all Spike could think about.

"Spike! Come back here! Shit!" Angel started after him.

Spike skidded to a halt in front of Robin, his personal bodyguard. "Robin, where did the blonde woman go?!" he asked in a rush.

The burly black man blinked.

"C'mon! Which way did she go?" Spike bounced, ready to tear off in whatever direction Robin indicated.

"Uh, she just went down in the elevator," he replied.

"Shit--Okay, thanks!"

Spike ran to the stairwell, going down and taking the steps three at a time.

Angel ran into the hallway.

"Where'd Spike go!?" Angel asked Robin.

"The stairs." He pointed to the door that was just closing.

"Damn!" Angel grunted. "He's after that kooky blonde chick--Come on, we have to get him back up here."

Robin and Angel headed for the stairs.

Spike flew out into the lobby, looking around frantically for Buffy. But he didn't see her. She must have gone out the front already. Without a thought as to what was waiting for him out there, he ran to the front doors of the hotel.


Buffy walked up the sidewalk, her heart heavy. She was mad at herself for everything. For being driven to see him again, for going up to his suite, for feeling ill from her stupid nerves and leaving said suite. She just couldn't win. Either she didn't see the object of her affection again, or she saw him and looked like a stupid, golddigger slut. If she weren't out in public, she'd cry out of frustration. She looked down the street, hoping to find a cab and get back to her hotel quickly.

The crowd of women outside the hotel started shrieking and screaming louder.

Buffy turned around, frowning. 'Talk about noise pollution! What got them all riled up?'


Spike shot through the doors of the hotel. His eyes searched for Buffy. He spotted her. She was standing on the sidewalk with her back to him, but he could tell it was her.

The girls gathered out front gasped then started screaming like maniacs at his presence.

"BUFFY!" Spike shouted. But the screams of the girls drowned him out. He ran down the steps, intending to go to her.

Fifteen to twenty of the young women broke from the rest of the pack and swarmed over Spike, surrounding him. The police were powerless against the onslaught.

Spike's progress was halted. He jumped up and down, calling Buffy's name.


Buffy was stunned when she saw Spike's unmistakable blonde head as he jumped in the air to see over the girls' heads. He was looking right at her and saying her name. She couldn't hear him, but she could tell that he was calling her name by the shapes his gorgeous lips made. A smile broke out on her face, her heart pounded. He had come down to catch her. He really wanted to see her, too?!

Spike waved frantically at her. Buffy waved back. The girls surrounding him starting tearing at his t-shirt. His eyes bugged out as the shirt was suddenly ripped from his back.

"Bloody hell! Get off! Stop it!"

The tide of screaming females dragged him down.

Buffy's smile disappeared. Her elation was quickly replaced by fear. She started walking, then jogging, then running back to where she'd last seen him. Those girls were going to tear him apart!

Angel and a few security men were trying to get through and disperse the rowdy mob. The hormonally-charged group weren't budging. They screamed shrilly and tried to get a piece of Spike's clothes (and Spike) for themselves.

"STOP IT! OW! That bloody hurts!" Spike yelled.

The girls had his shirt off. Their hands groped and touched every part of him that they could reach. Some of them touched him below the waist, roughly grabbing his ass and package. A few of them started tearing at the waist of his jeans. Spike couldn't fight them off, they were too worked up and there were too many of them. To his horror, he fully expected to be naked within a matter of seconds. He got punched in the mouth (accidentally) by one of the overzealous fans, and his head rocked back and bounced on the pavement.

Luckily, Angel, the guards and police were breaking through the throng, tossing girls away from the fallen singer. Buffy too pushed through, roughly throwing girls to the side.

"Leave him alone you fucking weirdos!" Buffy shouted. "Are you all crazy!? STOP IT!"

One girl took objection to Buffy pulling her off of Spike. She spun around and punched Buffy in the face. Buffy stumbled but held her ground. She was so afraid for Spike and upset that she didn't really feel much. Buffy grit her teeth and gave the girl a roundhouse punch of her own, sending the girl spinning away. A few of the other girls caught their comrade.

Buffy, Angel and the guards got through to Spike at the same time. He looked dazed. There were scratches on his bare chest, his jeans were askew, the top button was ripped off, he had a bloody lip.

Buffy's anger bloomed again and she whirled on the crowd of girls. "What's wrong with you people!? Stay the fuck away from him or I'll beat the shit out of each and every one of you!" She raised her fists.

The remaining girls blanched and backed away from the petite, but dangerous looking blonde. The security detail herded the girls back behind the barriers. The mob mentality dissipated, and the girls started to think again. Some of them were shocked and ashamed of their own behavior. They had just gotten too wrapped up in the frenzy and carried along. Some of them remained unfazed, they were just angry that they'd been stopped from stripping him naked.

Angel and Robin helped Spike into a standing position but had to hold him up. They started taking him back into the hotel.

"Spike! Are you okay?" Buffy asked, running over to him.

"Thanks anyways, vicar," Spike slurred. "But it's such a nice day--I'll walk." His eyes rolled up and he went limp.

"Shit," Angel yelled. "Get him inside NOW!"

"Can I come with you? Please, I want to make sure he's alright," Buffy pleaded with him.

A policeman took Buffy by the arms and tried moving her away.

"Let me go! I'm not one of them!" Buffy squirmed in the policeman's grip.

"It's okay!" Angel said to the cop. "She's alright. Come on. He said he knew you."

The cop released Buffy and concentrated on keeping the other girls away.

They re-entered the lobby, heading for the in-house doctor's office.

"He was going out to find you," Angel said accusingly. "Why the hell did you run off like that?!"

"I--I felt stupid standing there with those girls. I didn't think he'd want to see me after all. I should have stayed, I know."

They brought Spike into the doctor's office and laid him on the table. The doctor began checking Spike's vital signs.

"Damn right, you should have stayed!" Angel said to Buffy. "I'm going to call an ambulance."

"No ambulance, mate. I'm okay," Spike groaned, coming around. "Think I bumped my head on the sidewalk, is all."

"Spike, are you alright!?" Angel asked, his voice wrought with concern.

“Yeah--yeah, I’m okay.”

“Take it easy, son,” the doctor said. “You lie there and try not to move until I’ve checked you over.”

Spike nodded and moaned holding the back of his head. He smiled when he saw Buffy.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she said, smiling warmly.

After an exam, the doctor concluded, “Besides a bump on the head, you’re fine. No apparent concussion. You've got some scratches and will have some bruising, but it's nothing to be concerned about.” The doctor got a bottle of pills and handed them to Spike. “Take two of these every few hours, as needed for pain. But you should go to a hospital and let them have a look at you.”

Spike waved him off and sat up on the table. “Nah, I’m cool. Thanks, doc.” He hopped off the table. “See? Right as rain.”

Angel shook his head. “You know how stupid what you did was? What if we didn’t get to you when we did?”

“Relax, mate. I’m okay--And I won’t be doin’ anything like that again. Let’s go back upstairs, I want to get ready for the club tonight.”

“You still want to do the set?” Angel asked doubtfully.

“Yeah, told you I’m fine. Let’s go.” Spike grinned at Buffy and gently took her hand. “You want to come up, luv? We could talk...”

“Sure--yeah, I’d like that.” Buffy blushed and walked with him.

She curled her fingers around his hand. She’d wanted to feel that again so badly. It felt just as good--if not better--than she remembered. No palm sweat this time.


 

"Wow, this is nice," Buffy said, walking around his bedroom. "My room looks like crap compared to this."

Spike laughed. "It's much better than I'm used to, too. We either stayed in shitty motels or drove back home from our shows."

"I saw you guys on Conan last night," she said, smiling impishly.

"Yeah? What's the verdict?"

"I thought you were great. That song was very...suggestive."

He smirked. "Glad you liked it. I thought about you...when I was singing it."

Buffy's cheeks turned red. "Really?"

"Umm-hmm." Spike nodded.

Spike went to sit on the bed, but changed his mind. It might look too forward (despite what they'd done on the plane). He opted for sitting on a cozy couch, patting the seat beside him. Buffy smiled and sat down with him. They both thought about what they wanted to say--and how to say it right.

"So...." Spike said slowly.

"So..." Buffy said.

They looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, ain't we articulate?" Spike chuckled.

"At least you have an excuse. You were set upon like a gazelle versus a pack of hyenas."

"Gazelle? Can I be a wildebeest in that analogy instead? Seems more manly."

Buffy giggled. "Okay, you can be a big, hairy wildebeest." She put a hand on his arm and looked into his eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah." He touched her hand, caressing her with his fingertips. "I'm sure."

Goosebumps rose on Buffy's arms at his touch and the way he was smiling at her. She forgot how to breathe for a second. She didn't take her hand away but tried to joke a little.

With a smile, she said, "Most guys dream about a crowd of horny girls tearing their clothes off."

"Yeah, and I was one of them," he admitted with a laugh. "But it only sounded good in theory. In reality, it's fucking scary! I didn't know how far they'd go--If they'd get me naked then start pullin' off arms, legs and...any other extraneous bits that remained."

"They were crazed or something," Buffy said, lightly touching a few scratches on his upper chest. "I've never seen anything like that. You poor baby."

"I was lucky to have you there, luv. Angel told me how you were fighting them off and doling out punishment."

Buffy blushed. "I was so angry and scared. I just wanted to get them away from you. I thought that...if they really hurt you, I'd never get the chance to..."

"To what?"

She took a deep breath. "To see you again...To talk to you...To tell you how much what happened between us meant to me."

"It meant...a lot to me as well," Spike said, holding her hand. "I thought...that you wanted to forget what we did."

"I was embarrassed. I mean...I didn't even really know you and we...I forced myself on you in an airplane restroom." She looked away.

Spike touched her face, bringing her back to look at him. "You were the one who initiated it, but I was more than willing." He stroked her cheek with his thumb, near the mark where one of the girls had hit her. "I'm sorry you got roughed up, luv," he said sadly.

"It's--okay. I'm tough." Buffy leaned into his hand. "Spike, I want you to know that I wanted to ask you for your number right after we...when it was over. But...I thought you meant what you said about it being over and us going our separate ways. I've been going crazy the last few days...wondering if I should even try to find you and say all the things that I wished I had."

"I only said that thing about going our separate ways because I thought that's the way you felt about it. Looks like we both made the mistake of not being honest."

Buffy nodded slowly. "If it wasn't for that stewardess, I would have asked you where you were staying, but she freaked me out when she said she could have me arrested."

Spike smiled. "Yeah, I saw that look of panic come across your face just before you jog-walked off the plane."

She laughed lightly. "Yeah. Then I waited by baggage claim, hoping that you'd show up, but you never did."

Spike sighed. "I got rushed out because of the photographers and fans."

"I noticed the mélee going by, but I didn't know you were in the midst of it." Buffy started hesitantly, "Spike...I have to ask you something...and I don't want to offend you."

His brow creased. He could tell that whatever she had to ask was important and bothering her. "What is it, Buffy? It's hard to offend me." He smiled. "Ask away."

"Uh, we didn't...use...protection when we..."

Spike nodded slowly. "Yeah, I thought about that, too."

"Did--Do you...have lots of sexual partners? And do you use protection when you do--do it? Please, don't be offended. I'm sorry that--"

"Buffy, don't feel bad about asking, okay?" Spike squeezed her hand. "It's necessary, and the adult thing to do. To answer your questions, I've been with four women over the last year and a half. I used a condom with all of them. Before that, I was in a long-term relationship. And I just had a doctor's exam two months ago--I have a clean bill of health."

Buffy blew out a breath and smiled. "Good. And just to put your mind to rest, I hadn't been with anyone for a long time before you, so I couldn't have given you anything."

"What about..." Spike said nervously, "umm...b-birth control?"

Buffy squeezed his hand this time. "I'm current on my shots, so everything should be cool."

"Thank God," he breathed. "Not...that it would've been the end of the world or anything," he amended quickly. "It would just be a shame if our first, and only, time together...I sound like an utter creep, don't I?"

"No, you don't. No one would want a one-time encounter to result in a child--that includes me."

Their hearts and minds felt lighter having had their fears put to rest.

"Well, I'm glad we've got that all sorted. But...I don't want it to be a 'one-time' thing. I hope you feel the same way. Buffy...I'm crazy about you," Spike said. "I want to get to know you better."

"Me too! I--That's exactly what I thought. I wanted to get to know you better."

"Oh Buffy," Spike said leaning into her. "I've thought about you so bloody much--Dreamed about you coming to me...I've dreamed about this..."

They kissed lightly, lips just brushing together. Spike put a hand on her knee, then slid it slowly upwards, grazing her thigh. The kiss became more impassioned, burning them up from within. Buffy slid over and turned sideways. They put their arms around each other.

Spike's lip hurt, but he was powering through the pain. Kissing Buffy like he'd wanted to was much more important than a little discomfort.

For both of them, this was something they'd dreamed of doing again. This time though, there wasn't any fear or dread--just the goodness. Spike pulled her up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

"W-Wait, Spike," Buffy said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, pulling back to look her in the face.

"You were just attacked and hit your head. You need to take it easy."

"Don't worry 'bout me." He smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. Then he thought that maybe a shower for himself should be the first priority. He had gotten dirty and scratched up in the melee. “Pet, would you mind if I took a shower? I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“No, I don’t mind.” Buffy kissed him softly then stood up. “You want me to wait here?”

Spike hesitated. He really wanted to ask her to join him, but they should at least have sex in a proper bed before they indulged in shower acrobatics. “Yeah, I won’t be long.”

“Okay.” Buffy sat back down on the couch. She’d been hoping that he’d say, ‘There’s room enough for two in the shower.’ But they needed to go a little slower--or a lot slower--than they did the last time. Showering together sounded absolutely heavenly, but it could wait. “I’ll be waiting.” She licked her lips suggestively, a small smile curling up on her lips.

Spike stared at her mouth for a moment, wanting to pick her up and toss her onto the bed. He shook himself out of his Buffy-induced trance and smiled at her. He walked backwards to the bathroom door then went in before he changed his mind.

While he was in the shower, Buffy did everything she could think of to distract herself from thoughts of a naked, wet Spike standing just feet away from her. She hummed a happy song as she walked around the room, checking out little things that Spike had brought with him.

There were pictures of Spike and his bandmates set up on the bureau. There were also pictures of him and another man with dark hair and glasses, and an older man with graying hair and glasses.

‘Maybe they're his family? Nice lookin’ group.’ There was little resemblance between Spike and the other men, but something about their eyes reminded her of him.

On the night stand, there was an ashtray full of guitar picks of assorted colors, and another framed picture. This picture was of Spike hugging a white bulldog. Spike was grinning at the camera, and so it seemed was the dog. Buffy giggled. Seeing a cute guy cuddling a dog was so adorable. It was good to know that Spike was an animal lover, too. Buffy had a pot-bellied pig, named Mr. Gordo, waiting back home for her. She wondered if Spike’s dog and her pig would get along.

Buffy could still hardly believe that she’d finally saw him again--and that she was in his bedroom waiting for him to come out of the shower. It felt like a 10 ton weight had been lifted from her. She knew now that Spike was just as happy as she was that they met again. That was a huge relief!

“Didn’t get too bored, I hope,” Spike said.

Buffy turned around. Spike had on a pair of gray sweat pants and was toweling his hair dry. Damn, he was fine! Her eyes couldn’t get enough of him. That hard chest, the defined abs, those delectable hip bones. She forced her eyes back up to his face.

“No, I was just checking out your stuff--your things--pictures.” She felt herself blushing again, so she turned and picked up the picture of Spike and the dog. “Is it your dog?”

Spike laughed and walked up behind her, looking over her shoulder. “Yeah, that's my girl. Ain’t she a cutie? Her name’s Cecily.”

“Cecily?” Buffy laughed.

“Named her after a girl I used to fancy. Believe me, the bulldog is much friendlier and more pleasant than the human. I made the right choice.”

“She’s cute,” Buffy smiled, putting the picture back.

Spike’s hands rested on her waist. Buffy stood up straight, then leaned back against him with a sigh. His hands slid around to her stomach. He bent his head to kiss the side of her neck.

“I’m all clean now,” he said, turning her around.

Buffy put her arms around his neck and kissed his mouth. “Doesn’t your lip hurt?”

“Just a bit. What’s the phrase? ‘Kiss it and make it better’?” He smirked.

They melted into another languid kiss. Spike slid a hand down to her ass.

“Um, I should wash up too,” Buffy said. She felt kind of stinky from running around all morning. She didn’t want to start out being sweaty--she wanted to get that way during the course of it. “Can I use your shower real quick?”

“Sure, Buffy.” Spike kissed her again, then sat on the bed. “I’ll be right here.”

“Okay.” She smiled and touched his face. “I’ll be right back.”

“There’s a white bathrobe in there you can use.”

“Thanks,” Buffy said. She winked at him and went in the bathroom.

She showered as quickly as possible. Buffy couldn’t help playing with herself just a little though. When she washed her breasts, she closed her eyes and imagined that Spike was touching her there. When she washed between her legs, she rubbed her clit. She was wet and throbbing in anticipation of going back out there with him. It would be so wonderful to feel his nimble fingers stroking her pussy again.

'Why am I imagining him touching me? The sooner I get back out there, the sooner he'll be doing these things for real!'

By the time she finished washing and tied the robe around her waist, she was hotter and hornier than she’d ever been. She combed out her hair, took a deep breath, then went out into the bedroom.

“Sorry it took--” Buffy started to say.

Spike was lying on his side on the bed, asleep.

“Oh crap,” Buffy whispered, her shoulders slumping.

She went over to the bed and sat down gingerly. Well, he had been through an ordeal. She wanted him so bad, but he needed to rest. And they’d have many more chances for romance in the future--she wasn’t going to let him leave New York without having his phone number and address.

Buffy leaned down and kissed him gently on the cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

She went and dressed back in her street clothes. She was a little bit hungry, so she went out into the main room to search for food. Angel was on the couch with a blonde on his lap. They were kissing passionately.

“Oh...um...sorry. I was just...” Buffy wasn’t sure what to do. She felt bad for interrupting Angel and his lady friend, but staying in the bedroom with a sweet-smelling, yummy, sleeping Spike was a temptation that she didn’t need.

Angel looked over at her, raising his eyebrows. “Wow, you guys done already? Spike really must’ve been fucked up.”

“Um...no...we didn’t...”

“Angel!” Darla laughed and punched his chest. “You’re so rude! Don’t pay attention to him, honey. You must be Buffy.”

Buffy nodded.

“I’m Darla, Angel’s better half. Angel told me about what happened outside the hotel today. Spike’s okay, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he’s sleeping. I didn’t want to disturb him...so I came out here in search of something to eat.”

“There’s plenty of stuff on the table over there. The hotel takes care of high profile guests.” Darla smiled.

“You coming to the club tonight with Spike?” Angel asked Buffy.

“Um...He didn’t ask.”

“I think it’s safe to say that he’d want you to come. He almost got ripped apart by wolverines running after you before.”

“I had no idea he’d do that,” Buffy said with a touch of embarrassment and defensiveness. “I wouldn’t have wanted him to endanger himself.”

Darla smacked Angel again.

“Ow, Dar! Will you stop that?!”

“Stop trying to make Buffy feel bad. Spike’s an impulsive guy, no one can predict what he’ll do. You know that better than anyone, Angel.”

Angel sighed, “I’m not trying to make her feel bad. Sorry if that’s what I was doing, Buffy.”

Buffy nodded.

“Angel,” Darla said, “get Buffy a V.I.P. badge for the club.”

“Yes, Master,” Angel growled and stood up. “You’re here less than a half hour and you’re ordering me around.”

“You know you love it, baby.”

Darla grabbed his ass, making him jump and squeak.

“Watch it, missy!” He smiled.

Darla made a throaty purring sound and swept her tongue over her top lip. “Get the pass.”

Angel grinned and went to his room.

Buffy found some cookies to snack on. “You seem to have a lot of pull with Angel.” She smiled.

Darla laughed, “We’ve been together for a long time. He knows who’s boss. If he misbehaves, all I have to do is withhold sex. He collapses like a house of cards.”

“Aren’t you worried about all the girls that hang around rock groups?” Buffy nibbled a cookie. The thought of Spike being tempted by loose women all the time wasn’t comforting.

“Of course I am. The guys are only human, they have weaknesses. But, you just have to trust them--and show up when they’re on the road to make sure they’re minding their P’s and Q’s. Are you and Spike together?”

“I think so. I mean we both said how much we like each other. I’d like for us to be--I think he does, too.”

“Cool. Spike needs a woman in his life--besides that dog of his.”

Angel emerged from the bedroom. He handed Buffy the V.I.P. pass.

“You can go backstage if you flash this, and you’ll get in free.”

“When’s the show?” Buffy asked.

“Tonight at 7:30. But we're going to be heading there in about an hour.”

Buffy looked at her watch. It was 4:30. “I need to go back to my hotel and find something to wear.”

Darla suggested, “Angel, why don’t you have the limo take her? She shouldn’t have to take a cab.”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Yeah, alright.” He picked up the phone and told their driver to expect Buffy in a few minutes. “I suppose you’re flying back to L.A. with us tomorrow morning?”

“I...don’t know. Spike didn’t say anything about that.” Buffy tensed at the mere mention of flying.

"I think he'll want you to come back with us--you will come, won't you? I don't think we'll get him on a plane again if you're not coming along."

"You...wouldn't mind me being there? I don't want to impose..."

"You wouldn't be imposing. You'd be helping really," Angel insisted. "Spike's scared shitless to fly again, so he'll need some encouragement."

"I'm...terrified to fly, too," Buffy admitted, feeling stupid like she always did when having to tell someone.

"Would you be willing to give it a try on a private jet? And with Spike there?"

"I...guess so," she said reluctantly. Maybe she could get on a plane as long as he was with her. "I'll...try."

"You'll be okay, Buffy," Darla said comfortingly. "We'll be having so much fun that you won't even remember to be scared."

"Yeah, okay," Buffy said, feeling nauseous. "I have to go. I'll see you guys at--"

"Six o'clock," Angel said. "Have your bags packed when we pick you up tonight. You can spend the night here and we can get an early start."

"Cool. See you then."

Buffy left for the limo downstairs.

"She seems sweet," Darla said. "I think she'll be good for Spike."

"Let's hope so. Now," Angel smiled and swaggered back over to the couch. "Where were we?"

Darla giggled as Angel dived on top of her and sucked on her neck.


 

Spike woke up shortly after Buffy left.

"Shit--musta fell asleep." He rubbed his eyes, then looked around. "Buffy?"

He looked in the bathroom, but she was gone.

"Shit...Where is she?"

Spike went out into the main room. Darla and Angel were lounging on the couch with a sheet covering them, smoking cigarettes. It was obvious what they'd been doing.

Darla grinned at Spike. "Hey, blondie. How you feeling?"

"Hi, Dar. Fine--I'm fine. Angel, where's Buffy? I must've fallen asleep, and she's gone." Spike tried not to sound as upset as he was.

"She went back to her hotel."

"What? Why?! I--I don't even know where she's staying. What if I--"

"Spike, chill! I had Malcolm take her back to her hotel. And I invited her to attend the show tonight. Which you have to get ready to leave for, by the way."

Spike breathed a little easier. "Yeah? She's coming?"

"And she agreed to come with us back to L.A. tomorrow morning," Darla added.

"She...said she'd fly back with us?"

"Yep," Angel said. "So if she's willing to fly, you should try, too."

Spike breathed deeply. "Yeah...I'll go if Buffy will be there."

"Go get ready, Spike. We've got to leave in a little while."

"Alright." He turned, then turned back again. "You're sure she'll be there tonight?"

"Yes, Spike. We're picking her up on the way."

Spike smiled. "Okay. Cool." He went back to his room.

Darla giggled, "Aww, he's so cute when he's nervous. He really must be crazy about her."

"Yeah, he is. I just hope Buffy's presence tomorrow will calm him down enough to fly. I don't want him going nuts and running around."

"Oh, I'm sure Buffy will find some way to occupy him."


 

The limo pulled up to Buffy's hotel at 6:20. They were running a little late.

Spike jumped out as soon as the car came to a stop. He and Buffy smiled at each other.

"Hey, why did you leave? I was freaked out when I couldn't find you," Spike said, walking up to her.

"I had to change for the club. I wanted to wear something cool."

Spike eyed her appreciatively. She was wearing a tight pair of blue jeans and a white tank top with a suede jacket over it.

"You look great, Buffy."

The driver put Buffy's luggage in the trunk.

Spike stepped up to her, their arms came up around each other.

"You look pretty great, too," she said, smiling. "Sorry I left like that, but I wanted you to get some rest."

"For future reference," Spike said, brushing his lips over her cheek, "I'd much rather wake up with you there. I can't believe I fell asleep--I'm sorry, luv."

"It's okay. You needed some sleep. We'll have lots of opportunities to...spend time together in the future, right?"

"Absolutely." Spike smirked and kissed her.

Angel stuck his head out the window. "Tick-Tock! Will you get in the damn car? We're running late as it is!"

Spike growled, breaking the kiss. "We're comin', Peaches."


At the club, Buffy got a good place right in front of the stage, wearing her V.I.P. pass around her neck with pride.

When The Big Bad were announced the crowd went wild. Spike and the guys bounded onto the stage and took up their instruments.

During the next 90 minutes, Spike's eyes would fix back on Buffy while he sang. For a few numbers, they added a horn section to the group.

"This is the last song we're going to be doing tonight. I hope you all enjoy it," Spike said.

The crowd clapped, ready to hear it.

Spike and the band started playing a raucous number. He sang with a deep, rumbling voice.

"Yeah!

Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?

Now, I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I"

Buffy watched and listened to him playing, her heart beating wildly. He'd wink and smirk at her occasionally. She wondered if what they had was (or could become) love. The way she felt about him and the way he looked at her, the things he'd said to her--all signs pointed to 'Yes'. Buffy grinned broadly and danced in place in front of the stage.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on Now touch me, babe Can't you see that I am not afraid? What was that promise that you made? Why won't you tell me what she said? What was that promise that you made?

I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I"

Spike looked at Buffy and smiled as he sang in a soft voice. Buffy could do nothing but stand there, look up at him and try not to faint. He was the sexiest creature she had ever set eyes on. Forget about that initial 'not her type' stuff. He was gorgeous and perfect, and he was singing to her. His eyes shone, showing her that he wasn't just singing a song - he meant the words he was singing.

"I'm gonna love you Till the heavens stop the rain I'm gonna love you (Spike sang in a louder, rougher tone) Till the stars fall from the sky for you and I!"

Devon was playing the sax, leaning playfully on Spike. The rest of the guys were playing their asses off, too. They were bouncing and bopping, giving it their all. The music built to a wild crescendo as they finished.

Everyone in the audience applauded. Buffy 'Yay'ed' and clapped the loudest. She felt like she was 16 and attending the concert of her rock star crush. Watching him onstage made her feel giddy and happy. She could get used to this.

The band thanked the audience and exited the stage. Robin came out to escort Buffy backstage. She'd never gotten special privileges like this, it was cool. Other women glared at her. Buffy just smiled at them like the cat who ate the canary.

'Yep, that's right. I'm with the band!' Buffy giggled as they went behind the curtain.


Robin showed her to the dressing room that the band shared. There were some other girls back there already. Much to Buffy's relief, the girls were hanging on Devon, Percy and Xander. Spike and Oz were by themselves.

"Wow, you guys were terrific!" she said.

They all thanked her.

Buffy grinned at Spike. He downed a large gulp of bottled water, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled back at her. She walked over to him and started to put her arms around him. He blocked her.

"Pet, I'm all sweaty from the lights. You don't want to hug me right now. Wait 'til I've showered."

"Don't care," Buffy persisted with a grin, she put her arms around him anyway. "A little sweat never killed anyone. And..." she leaned in to whisper to him, "you turned me on so much. I think I'll burst if I don't kiss you right now."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Guess I'd better kiss you then."

"Yes, you'd better."

They locked lips, Buffy not minding the sweat at all.


Later, back at the hotel...

They had showered and changed, now Buffy and Spike were in bed (still clothed). They were holding each other and kissing.

Spike was frustrated. On the one hand, he was on cloud nine--kissing and touching the woman of his dreams. On the other hand, he felt exhausted. The pain pills the doctor had given him must have caused some drowsiness. Besides that, the performance tonight had really taken it out of him. He had already fallen asleep on her once, this time he might literally fall asleep on her. He couldn't disappoint her again, she might start thinking that he really didn't want her if he kept dozing off at inopportune times.

Buffy could go on like this forever; lying with him, their bodies against each other, their lips caressing the other’s.

Spike buried his face in her neck, kissing her throat--and hiding a yawn.

"Mmmm, Spike," Buffy purred, moving her hands over his back. "Oh baby, I want you so bad!"

"Buffy, want you too--" He couldn't contain a large yawn.

"Hey." Buffy pushed him away a little to look at him. "Are you sleepy?"

"No--Not at all, luv. I'm...rarin' to go. How could I possibly be tired with the most beautiful, desirable, most--" He fought not to yawn again, his eyes watered.

Buffy stroked his face. "It's okay if you're too tired." Actually, she wanted to rip her hair out in sexual frustration, but she could be understanding. But, damn! Her need for Spike was getting critical! "You had a very rough day."

Spike dropped his head in defeat, resting their foreheads together. "I'm so sorry, Buffy. I don't want you to get the wrong idea -- that I don't want you. I do want you, more than anything."

"I know you meant what you said earlier. Don't worry."

"Maybe I can drink some coffee and take another shower?" Spike asked.

"No." Buffy smiled and pulled him against her. "Just sleep. When it happens again, I want us both to be 'right there', you know?"

He groaned, cuddling her. "I'm such a git."

"No, you're not. Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up this time." She smiled.

"You better be," he jokingly mumbled.

Spike fell asleep after only a few minutes. Buffy sighed, wishing that they could have made love. It occurred to her that sleeping in each others' arms was a very relationshippy-type thing. That was good. That meant it wasn't purely a sexual attraction. Maybe the two of them could really go the distance together? Buffy didn't know, but she certainly hoped so.


Buffy leaned against Spike and began to drift off to sleep, too. She felt so happy and safe in his arms. She could lie in his embrace forever.


TBC...

Chapter 4: Fly Me


Spike woke up before Buffy. After taking some time to just gaze at her beauty, he set about making preparations for the flight back to L.A.

Spike was still scared and anxious to fly, but he planned on having a much better flight this time. And he wanted to make it good for Buffy. She was just as anxious as he was about it. He felt that he owed her a lot, especially a fantastic shag, and he would deliver. He was ecstatically happy to deliver. Today would be the official start of 'them'.


Shortly after Buffy woke and showered, they were off to the airport. Buffy and Spike held hands in the limo, trying not to be nervous about the plane. It helped that everyone was sympathetic and offered to help in any way that they could--a Mimosa or two helped as well.

As they made their way up the stairs of the private jet, Spike talked to her.

"Don't worry, luv. We're going to have a completely pleasant flight this time."

"Oh? How can you be sure?" Buffy asked.

Spike smirked. "Doctor Spike, licensed head-shrinker, has come up with a radical new form of therapy. You can be my guinea pig."

"Well, that's flattering," Buffy laughed. "Okay, Doctor Spike. I'm in your hands."

"Hmm, yes, in my hands," Spike said, chuckling.

Everyone boarded the plane and went to their seats. Buffy looked around, deciding where she wanted to sit. Spike took her hand and led her towards the back of the plane.

"Where are we going? Are there seats in the back too?" she asked.

"You'll see." Spike winked at her.

"See you much later," Angel said, waving from his seat.

"Later, mate." Spike opened the door at the back of the plane, then pulled Buffy inside.

"Wow!" Buffy said, taking in the room. "It's a bedroom--on a plane! I didn't know they put beds onboard planes."

Indeed, there was a large, silk-sheeted bed in the middle of the room. There wasn't a lot space for anything else--but that was fine. A bed was definitely a good thing to have.

"Pretty neat, eh?" Spike asked with a smile and raised eyebrows.

"Yeah!"

Then Spike looked a little shy. "Um...it wasn't too presumptuous of me, was it? Taking you back here with the...bed and everything?" He looked so adorable that Buffy wanted to ravish him on the very spot he stood.

She smiled impishly. "Uh-uh. Not presumptuous. In fact, it's like you read my mind, pet." She used one of the names he called her, batting her eyelashes.

"Good." He stepped up and wove his arms around her. "Ready for your first exposure to my therapy?"

"Hmm, let me guess. In your therapy, instead of feeling scared on a plane, I'll just get really horny?"

"Now you're gettin' it!" He smirked. "How's it working so far?"

Buffy laughed. "Well, I'm...feeling scared...but getting horny, too."

"Let's ramp up the horny, shall we?" he said, hugging her and kissing her shoulder.

"I--I'm so nervous, Spike...I don't know if I c-can--"

Spike touched their lips together, softly then more firmly when she responded.

"I'm nervous too, Buffy," he whispered in her ear. "But let's see if we can help each other forget."

Buffy smiled, gazing into his eyes. "Okay. Let's give it a try." Buffy tilted her head up to kiss him.

Buffy whimpered when they felt the plane began to move into take-off position. Spike felt his heart jump as well. He kissed her more deeply while using one hand to unbutton her blouse.

"They won't take off 'til I say so, pet."

They removed each other's clothes, their breaths coming faster.

Spike laid her back on the bed, kissing from her lips to her tits. He massaged one of her breasts while tonguing the nipple of the other. He wanted to do everything to her body that he'd dreamed about, and with the luxury of a bed to lay her on, there was no stopping him. No danger of getting drowsy or falling asleep this time. He'd make love to Buffy, or die trying!

"Ooooh," Buffy groaned, rubbing herself against him and running her hands over his body.

His hard cock brushed over her thigh. She reached down and wrapped a hand around his shaft, gently moving up and down. Spike moaned and moved to the other breast to wet it with his tongue. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, twirling his tongue around it and pulling on it with his lips.

"Mmmm - oh, Spike," Buffy said in a guttural moan.

Spike wanted to taste her. He could smell her muskiness so strongly, it made his mouth water. He trailed his tongue down over her stomach toward her honeypot.

Buffy looked down, wondering why he'd stopped the wonderful tit sucking. Her eyes widened. He was going to give her head!? Guys usually preferred receiving to giving. Buffy and her girlfriends had discussed and cursed many men that had come through their lives for being such--pardon the expression--pussies, about going down there. But Spike was making a beeline for her mound. She had to release his hard-on as he moved further down her body.

He kissed and licked her hip bones while stroking her thighs. Buffy pulled in gulps of air and parted her legs on either side of his head, breathless with anticipation. He looked up at her with his twinkling blue eyes and poked his tongue out, slowly dipping it between her labia.

"Ohhhh--Ohh Thank you, God!" Buffy half-laughed, half-shouted. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment.

Spike chuckled then got back to business. He used his fingers to part her lips. His tongue flicked around her slippery, pink insides, tasting and drinking her up. Honey flowed from her as he dined.

"Oh Jesus--Oh God," Buffy moaned. She played with a nipple with one hand, and sent the other hand into his untamed blonde locks. "Oh, Spike--that feels soooo good!"

Spike smirked, extending his tongue and rubbing the tip right under her erect clit. Buffy mewled, running her hand through his hair and twirling it around her fingers. He licked softly at her clit like a contented cat, as he rubbed two fingers around her hole.

"Ahh--Uhhh!" Buffy moved her hips up, encouraging him to keep going.

Spike knew something that would drive her crazy and he was eager to try it on Buffy. While lapping at and giving soft sucks to her clit, he inserted two fingers into her snatch, pumped them in and out a few times to get them nice and wet, then bent them slightly inside of her. He smiled when he felt her engorged G-spot with the tips of his fingers.

Buffy was gasping for breath and bucking her hips after only a minute or two. She had never felt anything as good as what he was doing to her right now. His soft mouth and hot tongue lavished her clit while his fingers--God!--What was he doing with his fingers!? Whatever it was (she would ask him exactly what he did later) it was heaven.

"OOOOHHH--OHH GOD! AHH--AHHHHH!" Buffy yelled, fucking herself on his mouth and fingers.

Spike fondled her free breast, rubbing, squeezing and gently pinching the nipple.

Buffy exploded, her entire body shaking with seismic force. "UUNNNGGH! OH YESSSS!" she shouted. She gasped as she felt fluid squirting out of her.

Spike removed his fingers, spread her open and let her juices spray all over his face. His other hand moved to her clit, continuing to stimulate her. She watched him drink up her fluid in amazement. She would have said something, but she couldn't speak. Her body was wracked with spasms. She rode them out, moaning and squealing her pleasure.

There was a knock at the door.

"Spike," Angel said, "can we take off yet?"

"Pet? You ready to go up?" Spike asked, nuzzling her quivering thigh.

"Yesss," she said breathily, feeling boneless. "It's okay...Yes--ahhh--we can go now."

"Yeah, mate," Spike called to Angel. "Go ahead."

Spike crawled back up her body, kissing and stroking her flesh along the way. He kissed her slowly.

"Spike...That was...holy shit...What was that? Please tell me that I didn't pee on you..."

He laughed, gently massaging her tits. "Uh-uh. You just had an orgasm, you ejaculated."

"I...didn't know that was possible. Women can do that? Wow--that was awesome!" Buffy's face threatened to split from the huge grin she wore.

Spike smiled back, just as broadly. "I thought you'd like it."

Buffy ran a finger over his wet chin, wiping up some of her clear liquid. Spike took her finger into his mouth, sucking on it. Buffy groaned, getting impossibly hot for him again. She slid her finger in and out of his mouth, and put a leg on top of one of his, rubbing up and down.

Their eyes widened when they felt the movement of the plane, their hearts skipping. Buffy recovered more quickly, thanks to the earth-shattering orgasm she'd had a few minutes ago. She kissed his throat, his collarbones, his chest. She licked his nipples while her hands played over his body. His abs were a delight to touch--so hard and tight. She ran her hands down his sides, onto his hips. She squeezed his ass as she kissed down onto his stomach.

"You...want to use some massage lotion, pet?" he asked.

"If you'd like that, yeah." She grinned, then flickered her tongue along the fuzzy line leading down from his navel.

Spike tried not to move too much. He reached over and got a bottle of watermelon flavored lotion from the table beside the bed. "Angel had some goodies put on board for us beforehand."

"Watermelon," Buffy giggled, taking the bottle from him. "Yummy!"

"It gets warmed up when you blow on it." Spike smiled, lying back.

Buffy squeezed some out onto his bare chest and rubbed it around. "Mmm, I'll have to do a lot of blowin'."

Her eyes roamed up and down his body--gorgeous--even more so than she remembered. She kissed him on the mouth then lowered her head to his chest. She blew a stream of air on his chest and nipples. Spike made a groany sound. Buffy smirked at him and licked around his nubs.

Buffy put all of her thought and energy into rubbing the lotion onto his skin, blowing on it and licking him. She wanted to make him writhe and moan with pleasure. Spike couldn't think of anything except the exquisite things that Buffy was doing to him. His body was alive and humming with sexual energy. Neither of them noticed when the plane took off.


Out in the main cabin...

Spike's bandmates sat around with their hangers-on and a few lovely women they'd met while in town.

Xander grimaced and sighed. "Why does Spike get the bedroom?"

A gorgeous girl he'd met named Anya sat next to him, her hand stroking his thigh. She was feeling very hot and horny. Xander made her crazy with desire anyway, but the moans and sounds of good sex coming from the back of the plane had her wet and getting wetter by the moment.

Angel smiled from his seat. Darla had joined him for the trip and was currently sitting on his lap. "Spike gets the bedroom because it was the only way to get him on the damn plane. There's still a free restroom, you know?"

Xander's face brightened. "Hey, yeah!" He looked at Anya and grinned.

"Can we have sex in there, Xander?" Anya asked boldly, licking the side of his neck.

Without a word, Xander grabbed her hand and went quickly to the lavatory. They shut the door behind them.

Devon and Oz put headphones on to cover the loud sex sounds. Percy made out with a cute girl he'd met named Amy. Darla and Angel kissed slowly, hoping that Xander and Anya weren't going to take forever in the bathroom.


Meanwhile, in the bedroom...

Spike groaned loudly when Buffy finally touched his cock. She had made sure to put the lotion on his other erogenous zones without going for the most obvious one. All part of her fiendish plan to drive him bonkers. But all was forgiven once her hands stroked his length, distributing the lotion all over his cock.

Buffy watched his face as she blew air along his hardness.

Spike's eyes rolled up. "Oh Buffy!"

"Feel good?" she asked, getting his balls nice and lotiony, too.

"Uh-huh!"

"I'm relatively new to the whole blowjob world. So let me know if there's something that you'd really like." Buffy encircled the base of his shaft with her hand and licked up the side.

"You're--doin' just fine, luv--God--Uhhh!"

Buffy laughed lightly, puffing air on his throbbing cock. She lapped at the head, moving her hand up and down--stroking softly on the upstroke, and harder on the downstroke. Everything she'd ever read or heard about driving a man to distraction swirled around in her mind. She slid her mouth over his erection slowly, moaning and rubbing it with her tongue. She pulled her mouth off him, rubbing her lips over the purple head.

"Mmmm… Tastes sooooo good, Spike," she said huskily, jerking his cock and rolling his balls in her other hand..

"I'm not going to be able to--ahh--hold off long, Buffy," Spike panted.

"Yeah?" Buffy raised an eyebrow and smiled slantedly. "I never tasted a man's cum before." She ran her tongue up and down his staff. "Sometimes--when I masturbated--I'd fuck myself with my fingers, then put them in my mouth." Spike groaned. "I'd taste myself. I want to taste you, Spike--Taste your hot cum."

Buffy took him back in her mouth and bobbed on his dick, slow then fast--slow then fast. She squeezed his balls.

"Uhhh--Buffy! I--don't want to cum yet! I don't want it--ohh fuck--to be over so soon!" he protested.

She giggled, raising her mouth off him again. "You mean that you wouldn't be able to recover and get hard again?"

"N-No...I could get it up again. But there'd be a delay while..."

"I don't mind a little delay. I want to see what your cum tastes like. After what you did for me--I want to make you squirt too. I want it--" he twirled her tongue around his shaft, "--we'll get you hard again. Let yourself go, Spike. Let it go..."

Buffy sank her mouth down on his cock, moving up and down.

"Ahh--Mmmhhaa--Oh Buffy--Ahh yes!" Spike growled. His hips started jerking off the mattress.

Buffy got more aggressive on his cock, pulling on it harder with her mouth and hand. She wanted to make him cum more than anything.

"Aunngh! Buffy!" Spike shouted, exploding in her mouth. His back arched, he gripped the sheets.

"Mmmm--Ohmmm," Buffy moaned.

His hot seed spurted onto her tongue and the back of her throat. She stroked him, milking his cock with her hand while drinking him down. Buffy took all he had to offer then licked him clean. She smiled at seeing Spike's state: his eyes were half-closed, his glassy, blue eyes glittering; his lips parted slightly; his chest moving up and down rapidly.

Buffy moved up his body and settled against his side. "I like the way you taste," she purred, kissing along his jawline.

"Buffy...that was so fucking good," Spike said with a smile. He put an arm around her and drew her tighter against him.

"Thanks." She snuggled against him. "I had fun, too," she giggled and traced patterns on his slick chest with her fingertips. "It's funny...When I was in high school, my girlfriends and I thought girls who did that stuff--blowjobs and swallowing cum--were sluts. But it turns out that it's not sleazy--with the right person, it's sexy."

Spike smiled. "I can tell you that it was wonderful, from my end of it. You didn't mind doing it?"

"Uh-uh." She kissed his chest. "It was naughty and fun. I liked feeling you all throbby and making you moan like that."

Spike chuckled, "You're so funny and beautiful, pet--I love you--" His eyes opened wide when he realized what he'd said. He tried to back-track. "Um...I mean...Uh...I love those things about you." He gulped.

Buffy propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him. "Be careful when you toss around those three little words, Spike," she said teasingly. "You might give a girl ideas." He was about to say something when she put a finger to his lips. Buffy continued in a soft voice, "There are things that I love about you, too. It won't be hard for me to fall for you...so if you'd rather keep this...strictly fun, you should tell me now."

Spike took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. "I--want more than just fun. I want to know all about you--I want you. If you think you can put up with an overgrown kid, who fancies himself a rock star, then I'd like for us to be together."

Buffy grinned and kissed him softly. "You really want to tie yourself down to a steady girlfriend? You're going to have women all over you like stink on a monkey." Spike laughed. "It's true," Buffy said. "You're going to have room keys and phone numbers thrown at you."

"There's only one girl's number I'm interested in getting." Spike smirked and pulled her against him.

"Hopefully, you're talking about me," she giggled.

"Yes, pet. You're the one I want."

"Cool," Buffy said, kissing his cheek. "Of course, I'll have to turn down lots of guys for dates. The art world may seem sedate and kind of boring, but we're a randy bunch."

"Mmmm, I can tell."

They stopped talking and became lost in kisses and touches. His fingers rubbed her pussy, tweaking her clit and sliding between her folds. Buffy stroked him back to hardness.

"I want you, Spike!" Buffy groaned.

Spike laid on top of her, nudging her with his stiff cock. Her legs parted like the Red Sea--eager to feel his length slipping into her.

"Buffy, I have condoms in my jacket pocket. Just let me get one--"

"No, not necessary. I want to feel you, not a piece of latex."

"You're sure?" he asked.

"Yes, very."

Spike sank in to the root inside of Buffy's wet pussy. He stopped to take deep breaths and get himself under control. Buffy stroked her hands on his back, savoring the feeling. When he felt confident that he wouldn't cum, Spike raised up on his hands and began moving his hips.

He had a system. He pumped into her with 7 or 8 quick, shallow thrusts (only sliding 3 inches of his cock into her), followed by 2 deep, slow thrusts. He repeated it over and over again.

Buffy shivered and moaned, "Oh Spike--Uhhh--Give it to me hard!"

Spike ground himself against her pelvis. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "I want this to last, Buffy. I can do this for hours if I go at this pace."

"Hours? Ohhhhh!" Buffy moaned, throwing her head back.

They changed position a few times: With her legs over his shoulders; Spike fucking her from behind with her on her hands and knees; laying back to front, spooning. Spike was like a sexual master. He wrung orgasm after orgasm from Buffy's trembling body, yet kept himself from cumming. She didn't know how he stopped himself, but she needed to fulfill him.

Buffy pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs. "I want to ride you," she said huskily. "I'll make you cum whether you like it or not."

Spike smiled, sliding his hands over her thighs. "Bet you can't."

"Oooh, a challenge? We'll see about that." She winked at him as she sank down on his cock.

Buffy started riding him slow, working up to a faster pace. Her butt slapped down on his thighs, louder and faster.

"Unnhh--Spike--Cum with me!"

Spike held her hips, slamming up into her pussy and losing control. "Ahhh--Ohh--Buffy--Uhhh!"

"YES! ANNHHA--Oh YES!" Buffy screamed.

They bucked in unison, shaking the bed, their passion exploding. They cried out as their bodies shook uncontrollably. Buffy's lovejuice flowed from her. Spike shot thick loads into her clutching pussy. The orgasms were the best yet, leaving them piles of quivering flesh.

Buffy laid on top of him. Spike hands drifted slowly over her sweaty back.

"Holy shit...That was fucking awesome!" Buffy said with a big smile.

"Oh yeah," he agreed. "Christ--Fucking amazing!"

There was a rapping at the door.

"Spike? If you're still alive in there, we're going to land in a few minutes," Angel's amused voice came from the other side of the door. "Get your clothes on. You too, Buffy, if you're still among the living. If not--we'll get you the best Y-shaped coffin money can buy."

"Angel!" they heard Darla's chastising voice. "Leave them alone!"

Buffy and Spike giggled. Buffy blushed, knowing that the others knew exactly how they'd been passing the time.

"Sod off," Spike said good naturedly, throwing the empty bottle of lotion at the door.

Buffy looked at the clock on the side table. "My God...we've been doing this for 5 hours?!" she said incredulously.

Spike verified the time himself. "Looks that way, pet. Told you I could go for hours."

"Mmmm," Buffy wrapped herself around him, rubbing the sides of their faces together. "I didn't think it was possible. You know...if we can do this for every plane ride, I think I've conquered my fear. Just thinking about planes will make me all hot and horny," she purred.

"Me too. It was even better not having to stand up the whole time. You make me weak in the knees." He smirked.

"Thanks, Doctor Spike. You're a miracle worker."

They laughed and kissed a little more.

"Spike..." she bit her lip. "Would you mind if I wanted to come along when you go on tour?"

His face lit up with genuine joy. "You mean it? I'd love it if you did, Buffy! I don't think I could leave you again anyway." Spike brushed his fingertips over her face, looking at her affectionately. "You could get time off from work?"

"My mother owes me for making me get on that plane...I won't tell her how fortuitous it turned out to be," Buffy laughed. "I'll make her feel good 'n guilty for almost getting me killed. You should have heard her when I called her yesterday, she was offering me time off, a raise, anything to relieve her guilt--I don't think taking a vacation time will be an issue. You sure it's okay with you if I'm stuck to you like glue?"

"I'd love nothing better, pet." Spike hugged her against his body. "Nothing better."


THE END