Tearing Down The Walls

Spike's POV

Author: Richess a.k.a. A.N.H. Richards

E-mail: richess78@hotmail.com

Summary: Spike's POV during the bumpy grindy ending "events" of Smashed. Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Joss and Co.

Distribution: Are you sick? You want this?

Notes: I have never done a Spike POV before and don't worry I know it sucks. To my Hunnies, luv y'all. Thanks to my great beta Marie-Claude, who did a great job. :)

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She's kissing me!

Bloody hell!

She's kissing me. She's holding me so tight, like she doesn't want me to move. This is not happening. I spin her around slamming my body against hers. Her moans excite me; her grunts make me feel out of control as we consume each other.

What the hell?

I'm panting as my back hits the beam. The animal look in her eyes is the sexiest thing I 'I've ever seen, and before I know it, she's on me with her lips and hands. She wants to play. I'll play.

I grab her upper thighs and instantly she nestles my hips between her thighs.

For a brief moment I feel the loss of contact, but then the feeling of air against me, and then the smell. It hits me like a ton of bricks. I can see her underwear on the floor and then she moves.

BLOODY GODDAMN HELL!!

This is so not happening. She's moving on me. I feel myself sliding deeper and deeper. I've got to take control or she'll kill me at this pace. The groan of the abandoned house matches mine as I thrust deeper into her. The pure rapture in her face... God she's beautiful.

I know that I'll only have her for tonight. I know that once the morning comes she'll be disgusted with herself for tearing down the walls between what she wants to be and what she truly is. But that doesn't matter.

Her weight pressed against me is all-consuming and I feel us falling backward into an euphoric abyss.

We are two demons. Me, a slave to my heart. Buffy, a slave to her mind. A slave to her rational thoughts - and but never to her feelings.

We lay in the rumble still joined. She's looking into my eyes and I know she sees that flicker of a soul - that I still have left, the man in me that the demon can never destroy. I know it comforts her in a way.

She's my golden queen. I want to make her forget, I want to make her know that she is wanted, that she is loved. I just want to be the one to take her pain away. Tomorrow I will let her win if I can stand to swallow whatever pride I have left.

She's still looking at me - and I kiss her knowing that this is the second best moment of my whole existence, having her surrounding me utterly and completely. The first was seeing her come back to me fifty-one days ago. Fifty-two tomorrow. God I love her.

More now then ever.

The End