Chapter 10:

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The next week flew by and it was Sunday night. College was due to start in the morning and this was the first time Buffy was actually looking forwards to going back to the hell hole that had been her source of education for the past five years, and she was damn sure it had something to do with the guy whose lips were worshipping her neck, and whose hands were running through her hair and ghosting against the bare skin of her stomach where her shirt had been unbuttoned.

Buffy and Spike were lying on his bed, hands exploring, lips tasting every part of exposed flesh they could reach without going too far because of Giles’ presence downstairs, the presence that could knock on the door at any time. Spike ran his hand over Buffy’s toned stomach and left goose bumps in its wake as he moved his mouth over hers again to taste her and he ran his tongue over her lips and delved into her mouth. Buffy met his tongue with hers and they battled for dominance as Buffy moved them so she was above Spike, her soft blonde hair falling like a waterfall around their heads. Spike looked deeply into her eyes, his deep azure orbs showing her the desire he had pent up inside. Buffy’s eyes darted to the clock and saw that she needed to be home in a few minutes.
“I’ve got to go.” She whispered to Spike.
“I know” He replied, crushing his lips to hers once again, his hand gathering in her hair holding her lips to his. Their kisses grew feverent and heated.
“You have to go.” He mumbled against her lips.
“I know” Buffy smiled.

She knelt above him and crawled off his body. As soon as she stood up she was grabbed by the arm spun around, and in the process lifted off her feet by strong arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her lips found his as if they were magnets. He walked backwards and pushed her up against the wall, his body pressing into hers. Their lips met and parted with a fierce passion.
“mmm, Spike…if I don’t go now I’ll never leave…” Buffy moaned quietly.
“I know how I can make it worth your while.” Spike whispered lustily in her ear nipping at her neck as he pushed his steadily growing errection into her jean covered crotch. Buffy’s head dropped back and hit the wall with a soft thud as her hand fisted in his t-shirt. She screwed her eyes shut in pleasure as the tingling in her abdomen threatened to rise and disperse through her body if she didn’t leave now.

Her body screamed for fulfilment but before anything more could happen her mind made her pull away from Spike’s ministrations and she made her way towards the window.
“I’m leaving now.” Buffy smiled at Spike with an ‘I would if there wasn’t the risk that your dad catching us’ look.
“Fine.” Spike pouted.
“Don’t do that” Buffy told him playfully.
“What!” Spike asked.
“That pout you do that makes me wanna stay.”
“Oh what this” Spike said the irresistible pout falling across his features again.
“NO!” Buffy said, her hand flying over her eyes. “I’m leaving and I will see you tomorrow.”
She said, almost falling as she tired to climb out of the window without looking so she couldn’t see Spike’s means of getting her to stay. Spike was at her side in a flash and had a firm hold on her arm to stop her fall to the ground below.
“Careful now, can’t have you breaking anything the day before we start college.” Spike told her.
She took her hand away from her eyes and smiled at him. She kissed his lips one last time and whispered, “I love you”
To which Spike smiled and kissed her hand. “I love you Buffy.” He whispered back.

She crept across the porch roof and jumped the short distance down onto the ground. She reached her house and climbed up the trellis on the side, then grabbed the thickest branch jutting out from the trunk. She climbed on to the branch in front of her and stepped up onto the porch roof. She walked across it as quiet as possible and came to her window which she had purposefully left unlocked. She lifted it and climbed inside. She looked back and saw Spike watching her with a smile on his face. She waved and stepped inside her room, closing the window behind her.

Her room was still locked and the CD she had put on repeat was still playing. She took off all her clothes and walked into her bathroom. She turned the taps in the sink on and ran her hair under the water. She grabbed a towel from her radiator and wrapped her wet hair in it. She walked over to her door and slipped her bathrobe on before unlocking the door and making her way downstairs to make an appearance to her mother. Her exterior suggested that she had been home for the past hour, but if her heart and soul were on show she would have no way of hiding the fact that she had been with Spike all this time.

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The droning of her alarm clock woke her, and for a few moments she prayed it was a dream, but when she realised it was once again a Monday morning when she actually had to get up she pulled her pillow out from under her head and covered her face with it. When the alarm batteries did not seem to die she slammed her hand down on top of the alarm clock, searching for the off button. She pulled the pillow off of her face and threw it across the room. Her eyes slowly focussed and she saw it was seven am. Her body seemed to react from the bottom upwards, and she pulled her legs out from under the covers and set them on the floor. She sat up wearily and ran her hand over her face and through her hair, then took a sip from the water on her bedside table. She trudged across her room and into her bathroom, reaching into the shower and switching on the spray and setting it to a warm temperature, then decided to make it colder. A warm shower might send her back to sleep.

After she had showered Buffy dressed in a pair of dark brown leather trousers and a black top with a low cut, ruffled neck line. She dug two sets of matching bracelets from her jewellery box and a black crucifix with red jewels. When she had done her make up and styled her hair in wavy ringlets, letting the long blonde curls fall down around her shoulders.

She had a cup of coffee and some cereal and made her way upstairs to grab her books and bag, checking to see that her bag, phone, wallet and all the other essentials she needed before checking the time and quickly making her way downstairs, depositing a quick kiss on her mothers cheek and grabbing her keys.

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Buffy knocked on Spike’s front door and was greeted by Giles who told her that Spike was up in his room and would be down in a few minutes. Buffy asked if it would be alright to go and see Spike, making up an excuse about wanting to make sure he had the right books for his first day. Giles told her to go on up and she walked up the stairs to his room. She stepped in the doorway and leant against it, and saw Spike rubbing a towel over his wet hair. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black shirt. He turned and jumped slightly when he saw Buffy standing in his doorway.
“Buffy you scared me.” He told her as he reached for a comb.
“ah, no!” Buffy jumped in, and grabbed the comb, putting it on the dresser and running her hands through his hair, mussing it up.
“I like it like that.” She smiled up at him as he leant down and kissed her lips softly.
“Shall we go?” Buffy asked him.
“Okay.” Spike said as he grabbed his books and shoved his phone and keys into the side pockets of his jeans, and his wallet into the back pocket.

“We’re off Dad!” Spike called as he and Buffy left the house.
“Okay William, I’ll see you around four.” Giles replied.

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Buffy and Spike came around the corner and the school loomed into view.
“You ok?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, just the thought that I’ve got another two years at this place.” Buffy sighed.
Spike tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her closer. Feeling a lot happier that Spike was with her she walked through the gate and into the main building.

Buffy took Spike through to the sixth form block were the college students of the school resided during free lessons and at breaks and lunch. Those in the upper sixth got a small study between five students and the lower sixth students shared a large common room decked out with couches, a large desk at one end of the room, a Nintendo in the corner and a music system on the counter that lined the sides of the room. The thing Buffy loved about this school was that there were small classes and year groups. There were about fifty students in the whole of the sixth form. Buffy led Spike into the common room and deposited her bag on the side.

Buffy sat on the couch nearest to her, pulling Spike down with her.
“Mornings really don’t agree with me.” She groaned as she stifled a yawn and rested her head on Spike’s chest, her fingers running lightly up and down his arm. Spike wrapped his other arm around her body and pulled her closer.
“I’ll give you the grand tour in a bit once we’ve been registered, got timetables and all that crap.” Buffy told him.
“We’ve got mostly the same lessons right?” Spike asked.
“Yeah, apart from your doing classics and I’m doing physical ed.”
“I can certainly help you with the physical exercise side of that.” Spike whispered in her ear.
“Oh I’ll bet you can.” Buffy smiled wickedly up at him, as she caught his lips in hers and ran her hand up his arm and wound around to play with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Unbeknown to them, Willow and Xander walked into the room and saw Buffy and Spike in a rather intimate embrace that left no questions as to the nature of their relationship.

Buffy pulled back only mere centimetres and spoke softly,
“I was thinking we should tell Willow and Xander about us.”
Spike’s gaze darted away quickly, then back to her.
“I think they already know.” He whispered
“They’re here?” Buffy asked, her gaze remaining on Spike.
“Yeah.” He replied with a smile. Buffy turned her head and saw them smiling at her.

Buffy stood up and greeted her best friends with hugs.
“What’ve you been up to?” she asked them both.
“Well a lot less than you two it seems.” Xander smiled.
“How long have you two been together?” Willow asked, slight hurt evident in her voice.
“About a week.” Buffy told her. “We would have said something sooner, but our parents don’t even know.”
“Well we could see you two were gonna get together sooner or later.” Willow told them.
“Really, was it that obvious?” Spike asked.
“Well the looks you guys were giving each other and the kind of sex with clothes on dancing you guys did at Lush, it really wasn’t hard to notice.” Xander informed them.
Buffy and Spike exchanged a look, knowing full well that the dancing that came later that night would not have been suitable for the dance floor at Lush.

After making Willow and Xander promise not to say anything to Buffy and Spike’s parents, the bell rang signalling registration. Buffy got up from the couch and looked over the list pinned up on the wall and saw that all four of them were in the same tutor group. They walked through the college Buffy pointing out relevant classrooms to Spike and took their seats in the classroom. Buffy and Spike sat at a table with Willow and Xander.

Xander immediately started looking over the people in the room for new students, in particular the females. Just then, one caught his eye and gave him a flirtatious smile. She had short, strawberry blonde hair and was quite petite but had an air about her that said if you messed with her you would not like the consequences. Xander gave her a bashful wave before turning back to his friends. As the register was called and students answered their presence he discovered that the beautiful blonde’s name was Anya.

The tutor handed out timetables to the students and Buffy saw that she and Spike both had three free lessons until double English language, and Buffy decided to take full opportunity of the free time she would have with Spike.

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Buffy was showing Spike around the block on the other side of the college later that day whilst late students rushed past them to get to their lessons. Buffy stopped and gave a quick look over her shoulder and saw that the corridor was empty. She grabbed Spike by the arm and pulled him into a disused classroom. She slammed the door behind her and pushed him backwards. His legs hit a desk and he sat back on top of it. Buffy crushed her lips against his, her tongue invading his mouth. She climbed up and straddled his waist, pushing her body into his.
“I’ve needed to touch you all day.” Buffy moaned into his mouth.
“You feel so good.” Spike ran his hands over Buffy’s stomach and around to the small of her back. His hands gathered up the fabric of her t-shirt and his lips trailed a hot path down the front of her neck to the valley in between her breasts. The fact that anyone could walk in on them, even though this classroom was used once in a blue moon, sent thrills though Buffy as she wound her arms around his neck and pushed him backwards so he was lying down on the desk.
“Are you sure no-one will come in?” Spike gasped as Buffy nipped his ear lobe. He ran his hand up to her hair and ran his fingers through her curls.
“Yeah, no-one uses this classroom any more. Which is good for us.” Buffy smiled lustily down at him.

It had been a week since they had first made love and ever since then they had not had any real privacy. Sure they had gone to each others houses secretly, but their parents had been home each time so sex was out of the question.

“My mum’s out tonight. She’s got to go to the gallery for a shipment that’s coming in at midnight. She always sleeps there when a late shipment comes in. If you wanna come over…” Buffy let the sentence hang in the air, a sinful smile forming on her lips.
“What time?”
“Can you come over about eleven thirty?”
“Okay.” Spike replied, and pulled Buffy down for another, passionate kiss, his tongue caressing the inside of her mouth.
Buffy pushed her hips down onto the very hard evidence of his arousal for her.
“I need you Spike.” Buffy gasped into his mouth.
“You got me baby.” Spike whispered to her and ran his hands up the inside of her shirt and under her bra, squeezing her breast which elicited a groan from deep within her.
“We’ve got to go to Psychology soon.” Buffy whispered.
Spike looked up at her, his eyes hooded with desire.
“Soon…but not now?”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, you know I do.” Spike replied, love shining in his eyes, his touch becoming gentle and soothing on her overheated skin.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I always want you. In point of fact…”
Buffy silenced him with a fiery, passionate kiss, pouring the desire and love she felt for him into it.

Before she could go any further, the bell signalling the next lesson rang throughout the school. Both of them sighed in frustration.
“Guess we really lost track of time huh.”

They straightened out their clothes and exited the classroom as discretely as they could. Once in the corridor, Buffy interlaced her fingers with Spike’s as they headed for the common room to retrieve their books for Psychology.

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The first day back at college had gone pretty much as Buffy had expected. The teachers introduced their classes to what would be expected of them over the course of the year, and what topics they would cover. She and Spike had sat next to each other during the lesson, exchanging secret, intimate touches, whether it was a simple brush of Buffy’s fingers against Spike’s hand, or Buffy running her hand down to Spike’s crotch which almost got them caught as Spike jumped in his seat.

They gathered their books and left the classroom, fingers interlocked as Buffy rested her head against Spike’s shoulder as they walked.
“So where we off to next?” Spike asked Buffy as he took his timetable out from in between the books he was carrying under one arm.
“We’ve got English.”
“That’s on the top floor. Come on.” Buffy informed him as she led him towards the stairs. As they ascended Buffy bumped into someone walking past her and apologised, and the reply she got wasn’t the one she was expecting.
“Well well, if it isn’t Buffy Summers. I see you moved on from me rather quickly.”
Buffy didn’t need to look up to see who the voice belonged to, she didn’t even turn around.
“Piss off Parker!” She told him without looking back.
“Oh come on now Buffy, we both know you’ll come crawling back to me when its over. I give it a week, max.”
Buffy stopped and Spike whispered “Who is that git?”
“I’ll handle it.” Buffy smiled up at him and turned to face the guy who had been the biggest mistake of her life. She walked down the stairs slowly towards him.
“Parker…” she said smoothly and with a sexy smile, “if you don’t piss off, I’ll break something else…” she said, glancing down at his crotch. “…that is if there’s anything down there to break.” She turned from him and walked back up the stairs to join Spike.
“You’ve got quite a mouth on you Miss Summers.” Spike smiled down at her.
“…but you already knew that.” Buffy smirked lustily up at him. They walked up the last remaining steps, leaving a speechless Parker in their wake.

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Buffy walked into her house after saying a lengthy and passionate goodbye to Spike on his doorstep.
“Mum! I’m home!” She called out as she shut the door and placed her keys on the hall table.
“Hey honey. I’m upstairs” Joyce called down. Buffy walked upstairs and dumped her bag in her room, before trudging down the hall to her mothers room and found her folding laundry on the bed.
“Hi sweetie how was your first day back?”
“It was good.”
“Oh um, your aunt called and asked if you could baby-sit Annie and Max for a few hours.”
“Um, sure” Buffy told her. She could baby-sit for her aunt and be home in time to be ready for Spike’s late night visit..
”Spike settle in OK?”
A smile formed on Buffy’s lips. “He settled in fine.” She replied.
Joyce looked at her daughter with raised eyebrows and a smile overcame her features.
“What?!” Buffy questioned her mother.
“I know that smile, what aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing.”
“Come on Buffy Anne Summers, what are you hiding! There’s something going on between you and Spike isn’t there.”
“What…no…why…would you…” Then Buffy gave up trying to deny it. “How did you know.?”
“A mother can tell these sort of things.”
Buffy sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up a shirt and started folding it.
“How long have you two been together?”
“Just over a week.”
“Really! Why didn’t you say anything.”
“Well, we didn’t know how you’d react. I mean it was all kind of sudden, but also love at first sight.” Buffy smiled dreamily, remembering the first time she had seen Spike face to face and remembered how his hands felt on her skin, the first time they had touched, and how her heart had almost stopped the first time they kissed.

“Well from what I’ve seen Spike’s a good guy. I think you two are perfect for each other.” Buffy’s head was spinning. Her mother approved of her relationship with Spike, although Buffy was sure if she knew the things he had done to her, and she to him, she wouldn’t have been so approving.

“Do you think Aunt Jane would mind if Spike came babysitting with me. We’ve been set an English assignment to do for tomorrow.”
“I’m sure she’d be fine with it. Just let her know when you phone her to let her know you are coming.”
“Okay.” Buffy smiled and placed a kiss on her mothers cheek before turning and walking downstairs.

Buffy left her house twenty minutes later and walked out of her side gate towards Spike’s house. She was about to go around to the front when she saw him with his back to her, looking around in his glove compartment for something.
She crept up behind him and placed her hands over his eyes from behind and planted a small kiss on the back of his neck.
“Guess who?” Buffy whispered in his ear.
“Hmm, is it my insanely gorgeous girlfriend?” Spike asked.
“Quite possibly.” Buffy smiled as Spike brought his hands up to hers and took her hands in his, then turned around and caught Buffy by surprise by bringing his lips to hers and kissing her passionately until she was in need of oxygen. She rested her forehead against his and spoke softly.
“Do you like kids?”
“Huh!”
Buffy laughed at the look of shock in his eyes.
“I mean, I’ve got to go look after my cousins later and I was wondering if you wanted to come?”
“Oh.. ok, yeah sure. You sure your aunt won’t mind?”
“Course no, she said its fine. And besides we can do that English poetry thing when the kids have gone to bed. Plus it’d be great to have another pair of hands to help me get Max into bed. Annie’s as good as gold, but Max is at an age when he doesn’t want to do something, he won’t.”
“When are you going?”
“About seven. She’s only out for a few hours so we’ll be back by eleven.”
“Hmm and I wonder what we can do then.” Spike purred in her ear and started kissing her neck softly. He skirted his hands across her sides, and gripped her waist softly, pulling her body into hers and Buffy once more fell under the spell his lips placed her under. She ran her hand up his arm and into his hair and her grip tightened as he nipped at her ear lobe.

Buffy needed him closer, so she slowly tilted her head until she could touch her mouth to his again. His mouth covered hers hungrily and hotly. Buffy moaned and this seemed to fuel his desire even more. His hands were in her hair, holding her face to his as he kissed her. It felt like stars were exploding inside her body. The dull ache low in her stomach intensified into a sharp hollowness that begged for the relief only this man in her arms could bring. She pressed her lower body against Spike in an effort to assuage the need.

Spike tore his mouth from hers in an effort to get air into his starved lungs.
“What about your mum?” Spike thought as he realised they were still standing in direct view of both their houses and their parents could see at any time.
“She knows about us. She apparently could tell from just the look on my face when she asked how you were settling in at college. I’m just glad she doesn’t know the kind of settling in you’ve really been doing.” Buffy smiled sinfully against his lips.
“Yeah, me too Otherwise she’d be out for my blood!” Spike breathed as he crushed his lips to hers again.

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Spike pulled his Desoto up outside Buffy’s Aunt’s house and climbed out. Buffy knocked on the door and her Aunt opened the door and greeted Buffy in a hug.
“Hi honey. Thanks for doing this at such short notice.”
“That’s ok.”
“You must be Spike.” Buffy’s aunt extended her hand and Spike took it, shaking it warmly.
“Yes, pleased to meet you.”
Spike averted his eyes when he heard “BUFFY!” cried from down the hall, accompanied with the scampering of little feet on the floor and saw a young girl, in pink pj’s no older than four running towards them. Buffy leant down and scooped the girl up in her arms.
“Hey sweetie. You ok?”
“Yeah! Come see my painting for you.”
“Ok.” Buffy turned to her aunt.
“Bed by seven thirty for this one.”
“Yep. And get Max into bed as soon after that as you can. He’s quite tired but you know how that doesn’t stop him. I’ll be back by ten thirty.”
“Ok, see you then.” Buffy kissed her aunt on the cheek and shut the door behind her.
“What’s your name.” Annie asked Spike.
“My name’s Spike, I bet I know what your name is.”
“Don’t.” Annie giggled.
Spike shut his eyes tightly as if trying to figure it out. “I think your name is … Annie”
Annie giggled again. “How’d you know?”
“Magic.” Spike smiled at her.
“So where’s this painting?” Buffy asked her cousin.
“Through here…” she told them as she clambered down from Buffy’s arms and pulled her by the hand through to the play room. Buffy in turn grabbed Spike’s hand pulling him with her.

They were dragged into a play room that had toys strewn across the floor and various paintings drying on the table. Most were just great blobs of colour, but if you looked carefully you could define shapes in them, such as a sun in the sky shining down on a flower, or… possibly a person. Being only four years old, Annie soon got bored of painting on paper and turned her artistic talents to the walls of the playroom. Annie’s parents had recently redecorated the walls of the playroom with special paper that could be wiped off easily, and only gave the kids washable paint when they realised that no matter what they said or did, Annie would not restrict her paining to the confines of the paper placed in front of her.

Annie picked up a painting and thrust it in the direction of Buffy, who quickly stepped out of the way and held her hands out in front of her before the wet paint could be smeared up against her shirt. She took it and smiled at it.
“Wow. Its so pretty. Can I keep it?”
“Yep” Annie replied, accentuating the ‘p’ with a ‘pop’. “I’ve got loads more”
She told her as she climbed up on the chair again kneeling on it and leant across in front of her to retrieve a giant red crayon and drew a big circle on the paper.
“Isn’t there supposed to be another one?” Spike asked, and was answered with a flash of colour as Max sped into the room and dived into the small ball pool the kids had got from father Christmas last year.
“That answers my question.” Spike smiled and sat pulling Buffy down onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her.

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Twenty minutes later Spike carried a yawning Annie up to bed while Buffy had put herself on Max patrol and was chasing him through the house attempting to catch him and drag him up to bed.

Spike placed Annie into her bed. And pulled the covers up over her.
“Read me a story Spike.” She asked sleepily.
“What one would you like?” He asked her leaning down to her bookcase.
“red riding hood.”
“Ok.” Spike said and sat on the edge of the bed next to her as she cuddled into her plush toy dog.

“Once upon a time, there was a little girl who lived in a village near the forest. Whenever, she went out, the little girl wore a red riding cloak, so everyone in the village called her Little Red Riding Hood.
One morning, Little Red Riding Hood asked her mother if she could go to visit her grandmother as it had been awhile since they'd seen each other.
"That's a good idea," her mother said. So they packed a nice basket for Little Red Riding Hood to take to her grandmother.
When the basket was ready, the little girl put on her red cloak and kissed her mother goodbye.
"Remember, go straight to Grandma's house," her mother cautioned. "Don't dawdle along the way and please don't talk to strangers! The woods are dangerous."
"Don't worry, mommy," said Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll be careful."
But when Little Red Riding Hood noticed some lovely flowers in the woods, she forgot her promise to her mother. She picked a few, watched the butterflies flit about for awhile, listened to the frogs croaking and then picked a few more.
Little Red Riding Hood was enjoying the warm summer day so much, that she didn't notice a dark shadow approaching out of the forest behind her...
Suddenly, the wolf appeared beside her.
"What are you doing out here, little girl?" the wolf asked in a voice as friendly as he could muster.
"I'm on my way to see my Grandma who lives through the forest, near the brook," Little Red Riding Hood replied.
Then she realized how late she was and quickly excused herself, rushing down the path to her Grandma's house.
The wolf, in the meantime, took a shortcut...
The wolf, a little out of breath from running, arrived at Grandma's and knocked lightly at the door.
"Oh thank goodness dear! Come in, come in! I was worried sick that something had happened to you in the forest," said Grandma thinking that the knock was her granddaughter.
The wolf let himself in. Poor Granny did not have time to say another word, before the wolf gobbled her up!
The wolf let out a satisfied burp, and then poked through Granny's wardrobe to find a nightgown that he liked. He added a frilly sleeping cap, and for good measure, dabbed some of Granny's perfume behind his pointy ears.
A few minutes later, Red Riding Hood knocked on the door. The wolf jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his nose. "Who is it?" he called in a cackly voice.
"It's me, Little Red Riding Hood."
"Oh how lovely! Do come in, my dear," croaked the wolf.
When Little Red Riding Hood entered the little cottage, she could scarcely recognize her Grandmother.
"Grandmother! You voice sounds so odd. Is something the matter?" she asked.
"Oh, I just have touch of a cold," squeaked the wolf adding a cough at the end to prove the point.
"But Grandmother! What big ears you have," said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed.
"The better to hear you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big eyes you have," said Little Red Riding Hood.
"The better to see you with, my dear," replied the wolf.
"But Grandmother! What big teeth you have," said Little Red Riding Hood her voice quivering slightly.
"The better to eat you with, my dear," roared the wolf and he lept out of the bed and began to chase the little girl.
Almost too late, Little Red Riding Hood realized that the person in the bed was not her Grandmother, but a hungry wolf.
She ran across the room and through the door, shouting, "Help! Wolf!" as loudly as she could.
A woodsman who was chopping logs nearby heard her cry and ran towards the cottage as fast as he could.
He grabbed the wolf and made him spit out the poor Grandmother who was a bit frazzled by the whole experience, but still in one piece.
"Oh Grandma, I was so scared!" sobbed Little Red Riding Hood, "I'll never speak to strangers or dawdle in the forest again."
"There, there, child. You've learned an important lesson. Thank goodness you shouted loud enough for this kind woodsman to hear you!"
The woodsman knocked out the wolf and carried him deep into the forest where he wouldn't bother people any longer.
Little Red Riding Hood and her Grandmother had a nice lunch and a long chat.”
Spike looked down and saw that Annie was fast asleep. He climbed off the bed softly and turned out the light. He saw Buffy exiting Max’s room and she smiled at him wearily.
“That kid is impossible to get to bed.” She sighed.
Spike kissed the top of her head before walking downstairs with her.
“You know what I didn’t realise. How screwed up fairy tales really are. I mean they’re written for children but they’re all about people being eaten by wolfs, kids pushing an old lady into an oven and cooking her…”
“Yeah but the she did have it coming to her.” Buffy smiled up at him as they collapsed onto the living room sofa.

“Are you sure you don’t mind doing this?” Buffy asked him.
“Do I mind spending time with the woman I love? Let me think about that. Oh yes it’s such a harsh punishment.” Spike flashed her a smile that sent shivers down her spine.
“Oh I could punish you.” Buffy whispered softly in his ear.
“Did you say your mum was gonna be out all night?” Spike asked, lust filling his eyes.
“Yeah at the gallery… why?” Buffy asked innocently. “Do you plan to have your wicked way with me?”
“Oh you just try and stop me.” Spike purred in her ear, running his tongue along the lobe and sucking at it gently. He ran his tongue down her neck and kissed the skin where the vein pulsed underneath. Buffy let out a hiss of pleasure and Spike sucked the area over the vein and Buffy’s lower body ground into him as he ran his teeth over it. She didn’t know why, but whenever Spike kissed that spot it always sent a rush of pleasure straight to her core. Buffy ran her hands up his arms, took his face in her hands and pulled his lips to hers in a desperate, passionate kiss.
“Oh god Spike. We have to stop.” Buffy gasped. “If we don’t…my self control is gonna fade.” Buffy stared deeply into his eyes.
“Losing control is good.” Spike smirked and lowered his lips to the valley between her breasts and licked a hot path up to her lips again.
“I know…but the kids are just upstairs.” Buffy mumbled against his lips. Spike pulled away quickly and got up off the sofa and started to leave the room.
“Wait Spike I didn’t mean it like…”
“I know…its ok. I just have to get some fresh air. And your right, the kids are upstairs and if I stay with you, my self control will also disappear.”
Buffy looked at him with an amused shocked look. “Well that’s the poorest self control I’ve ever seen!”
“Trust me when I say you’d know when I’d lost all self control.” Spike smirked and left Buffy with images of Spike that should not be thought of in a house that held two sleeping children upstairs. Speaking of which….

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Buffy quietly closed the door after checking on Annie and Max and went downstairs and opened the door to find Spike sitting on the doorstep a burning cigarette between his forefinger and thumb. Buffy had found out Spike smoked a couple of days after they first met and although previously she had hated the smell, with Spike it was different. The smell lingered lightly on Spike in an appealing way, and she found it…well sexy. Especially the way he could exhale smoke out of his nose.
Buffy left the front door ajar so that she could hear the kids if they called out but kept the cool night air out. She sat down next to Spike and rested her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her and she realised that this was what she had been without for the whole of her life. Someone she could sit with without words being exchanged, someone who could make her feel like she was the only person in the world, someone who made her happy and feel loved.

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Buffy closed her front door behind her after waving goodbye to her aunt and Spike who had ‘gone home for the night’, when in actual fact he was merely going to make an appearance to his father, and disappear into his room for the night, then when he was sure his dad was asleep he would rush over to be in the arms of the woman whose name passing through his lips sent passion coursing through his veins.

Buffy checked that the house was locked downstairs and she ascended the stairs and into her room, closing the door behind her, even thought there was no need because she was alone in the house. She crossed to her bedside table and took a lighter out from the drawer. She took a quick mental count of the candles she had in her bedroom, before disappearing into her bathroom, and after a few trips, she had added a significant amount of candles to the ones already in the bedroom. Candles were something that Buffy loved, and whenever she passed the local candle store she would always go in empty handed, but come out with at least one bag. The woman who ran it knew Buffy so well that she gave her a special discount, saying that Buffy kept her in business with all the candles she bought. Buffy loved to just relax with the scents of mixed spices, or vanilla, or green apple, to name but a few, filling the air. So far she had never had an accident with any of them, but never took any risks.

Buffy lit some of the remaining candles in her bathroom, before she set about lighting the candles around the bedroom.

Buffy shed her clothes, wrapped herself up in a short fluffy white towel, and placed her hair up in a lose, straggly bun to keep it out of the way. Sopping wet hair was not a look she was aiming for. She wiped off all of her makeup and reapplied some waterproof mascara that made her lashes long and sultry, and added some red lip gloss to her lips.

She turned the water on in the shower and got it to a scalding hot temperature to steam up the room, although she was sure it would be hot enough when a certain bleached blonde, sex on legs, could make you pass out with just his mouth guy joined her in the shower. Which reminded her…

‘where the hell was he? She looked at the clock on her bedside table and saw she had been home twenty minutes or so’. As if on cue she heard footsteps across her porch roof outside her window, and he stepped into the room but stopped in his tracks when he saw Buffy leaning against the door way to the bathroom in a just a short white towel, with her hair pinned up, a few pieces hanging down, framing her face.

She flashed him a sultry smile. “I was just gonna take a shower. Don’t suppose you’d…” she threw him a sponge, “…do my back?” and she turned back into the bathroom, setting the shower temperature to a warm, soothing temperature, and sat on the edge of the bath, waiting for her lover to come in and cleanse away the lustful and vivid thoughts she had been having about him all day.

Spike still standing by the window shook off the shock and whispered “Oh I’ll do more than your back.” And crossed over to the bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way until he reached the bathroom in just a pair of jeans, that sported a growing bulge at the front that had emerged after he had seen Buffy in that tiny towel.

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When he arrived in the bathroom he walked straight over to Buffy and before she could blink his lips were on hers and she was being leant backwards. Spike supported her with one arm on her back and the other up against the wall behind the bath. He kissed her with such passion and desire that Buffy was glad for the support he had placed on her back, other wise she would most likely have been head first in the bath by now. Buffy’s nimble hands worked on the buckle of his jeans and after she had undone all the restraints she pushed them down to pool at his feet. Without breaking the kiss, she stood and jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pulled the door to the shower open and stepped inside.

Spike pushed Buffy up against the tiles, his hands running all over her body, Her hands ran down to Spike’s firm ass and pulled him further towards her so that his straining cock was pushing at her entrance. Spike reached up and angled the shower head so that the water was pouring down on their entwined bodies, and he ran his tongue down to lick the trail of water that ran off of her neck and down into the valley between her breasts.

Buffy’s head dropped back against the tiles as Spike’s tongue sent shivers racing up and down her spine, her breathing becoming heavy as Spike’s cock pushed against her core. Spike moved his head so he was looking into her eyes.

“Is it still OK for us to…without…”

“for a few more days…”

Buffy pushed her hips forwards slightly and his cock inched into her. Spike took her lips in between his and kissed her softly as he pushed gently into her. Since their first time together last week, they hadn’t been able to make love because of parents being in the house, but now, being entwined in the most intimate of embraces reminded them of what they had been denied, and Buffy’s insides began to heat up again rapidly as Spike thrust in and out of her depths. Spike was losing control fast too as he buried himself inside of her.
As oxygen became a desperate issue, they broke their kiss, but their lips were almost immediately reattached, their kisses short and hot as they gasped in air, and breathed out hot moans of pleasure.

Buffy ran her hands up, over his taught, muscular, water slicked back and one hand fisted in the short, mussed up curls at the nape of his neck, while the other ran down the arm that was resting against the wall behind her. She gripped his upper arm as Spike’s thrusts became deeper and her body moved up and down the slick wall.

“Please Spike…” She gasped into his mouth.
“Let yourself go baby, come for me Buffy.” He whispered hoarsely, his voice brimming with lust and arousal.

Just hearing her name on his lips like that gave Buffy the final push over the precipice she had been on the edge of and she came with a strangled cry, her inner walls clamping down on Spike’s cock, causing him to follow her into the abyss of ecstasy.

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They had gotten out of the shower and had intended to move onto the bed, but had made it as far as the bathroom door before their lust overcame them again and they had made love on rug on the bathroom floor, before eventually moving to the bed where Spike had worshipped Buffy with his tongue until she had begged him to stop. Buffy’s tongue hadn’t exactly been idle either. Now they were lying in each other’s embrace, hands gently whispering and caressing across skin.

“I was thinking, about maybe going on the pill, then we would be able to have sex any where any time.” Buffy smiled lustily up at him.

“Well, I see no problem with that,” he smirked, running a hand through her hair, he brought the silky strands up to his lips and kissed them.

“my little goldilocks” he whispered,

“is that my new pet name, goldilocks?” she asked, a grin forming on her lips.

“Possibly. There are other, less innocent things I could call you, but they’re not exactly things I could call you by when your mum’s about.”

“Well my mum’s not about now is she?”

“Nope, but if I tell you about what I think about calling you while I day dream about you in class I have a feeling we may not get any sleep tonight… or rather this morning.” Spike added, his scarred eyebrow raised as he glanced at the clock. Buffy tilted her head back and turned over quickly to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. Her clock really did read 02:51. She leant over the edge of the bed and pulled Spike’s duster towards her, fishing in his pockets for his phone. She pulled it out and flipped it open. His clock read 02:49. She wasn’t seeing thing.

“OK, definitely agreeing with you about much needed beauty sleep. Oh god, college in just over four hours, ugh!” She groaned and pulled the pillow over her head and mumbled from beneath it.

“Sleeping now!”

And she reached up searching blindly for Spike, grabbed onto what she thought by touch was his arm and pulled his body down. Her head emerged from under the pillow and she smiled across at him. She reached her hand out and ran it gently over his eyes, making him close his eyes.

“You too. I’ll need you to keep me awake in Psych tomorrow… today…oh I don’t care.” Buffy’s voice becoming softer as her body succumbed to sleep.

Spike chuckled, as he ran his hand though her hair, gently sending her into a blissful sleep in the arms of her lover. Spike watched her sleeping for about half an hour, her beautiful body resting peacefully, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath she took. He knew he could spend hours simply watching her sleep, and knowing that she belonged to him, and he belong to her. Hell he didn’t just belong to her, he was her willing slave. Soon sleep washed over him too and he slept serenely next to the woman he loved with all his heart.

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Unbeknown to him, stepping onto a plane over in a totally different time zone, was someone who was on their way to reclaim what belonged to them, and they would stop at nothing to get them back, no matter whose hearts were broken in the process. A smile formed on their lips, a picture of their beloved in their hand, and hearts wouldn’t just be broken…they would be shattered into a million pieces.

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The first week back at college had gone by slowly, just like it used to when she was at school. Although the hours that she wasn’t at school had seemed to fly by when she was wrapped in Spike’s embrace. It was now Friday and Buffy had decided she owed Willow some girl’s time, and tonight they were going to head to Lush to check out the new band that was playing, rent some movies on the way home, and gossip like they used to.

Buffy, Spike, Willow and Xander were sitting outside by the sports field where some kids in the lower years of the school were playing football. A couple of tables away Anya sat studying a History book, and picking at her lunch, and Xander had been stealing glances at her ever since she had sat down, and this didn’t go unnoticed by the others.
“Why don’t you go talk to her mate?” Spike asked him.
“Yeah what’s the worst that could happen?” Buffy added.
“Um I don’t know, how about I make a complete fool of myself and lose any chance of her ever speaking to me again.”
“Well you won’t know unless you try, so get your butt over there and turn on that illusive Xander charm.” Willow gave him his marching orders.
“Or we’ll talk to her for you, and that doesn’t exactly make a statement about your manhood does it?” Spike gave him a sly smile.
“Okay, okay…I’m off.” Xander turned and got a few feet away then turned back.
“But what if…”
“GO!” All three of them chorused.
“Right…” and Xander turned and strolled over to Anya.

Xander approached Anya slowly, but she turned and smile at him before he had even opened his mouth to speak.
“So uh History…that’s gotta be a fun subject…what with all the dates and facts…”

From their vantage point to the conversation, Spike groaned and banged his head on the table, “No, no, he did not just start the conversation like that. I gotta go help him…” Spike said and started to stand to rush to his defence, when Buffy caught his arm.
“Stay. He needs to ‘assert his manhood on his own’ isn’t that what you said?”
“”Yeah, but come on, the guy needs some help.” He groaned.
“We’ll stick it out until he starts to quote film characters, then we go in and save him. Deal?” Willow asked.
“Fine” Spike gave in.
Buffy rewarded him by placing light kisses on his jaw. “Thanks.” She whispered before meeting his lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

Over at Anya’s table, Xander decided to take the plunge.
“Okay, here’s the thing, I came over to ask you out on a date.”
Anya sighed. “Well…”
She was interrupted by someone shouting “HEADS”, a ball flew straight at Anya from the game on the field, and her hands flew up to protect herself, but she felt no impact at all. She cautiously pulled her hands away and saw Xander holding the ball, inches from her face.
She smiled up at him. “How does tomorrow night sound?”

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Later that evening, Willow pulled Buffy into her room and sat her down on the bed before she had a chance to knock at her bedroom door.

“Spill.” She ordered.

“Huh, what?” Buffy asked as Willow climbed onto her bad and sat cross legged opposite Buffy.

“You know what.” She told her with a sly grin.

“I don’t know what you’re implying Miss Rosenburg.”

“How far have you and Spike gone?” Willow asked her.

A smile that she couldn’t contain formed on her lips.

“Pretty much as far as you can go.” She grinned at the memory.

“Oh my god!” Willow cried. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, I meant to but this is the real first chance we’ve got to talk properly, and… I don’t know…I’m sorry.”

“Pfft, I’m over it! What was it like?”

A shiver coarsed through Buffy at the memory.

“It was…” She struggled to find the right words. “…unbelievable.”

Willow smiled at her best friend, she was happy that she had found someone she loved enough to give herself to completely.

“When did this happen?”

“Last week. That night we went out to the cinema.”

“But you’d only known Spike for like a night!”

“I know, but it was like…god I don’t know…like we’d known each other forever. The way he knew my body…”

“Well you know how I believe in past lives and all that occult stuff. Maybe you were lovers in a past life and you’re soul’s have found each other again.” A dreamy look came over Willow’s face.

“You know, normally I’d say that you’d been watching too much TV, but…I don’t know…there’s something about Spike that makes me think that might be true.” Buffy smirked.

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Just before noon the next day, Buffy walked through her front door and placed her overnight bag at the bottom of the stairs. She walked into the kitchen to find her mother making coffee, the sweet aroma wafting across the room. Joyce turned at the sound of her daughter entering the room.

“Morning honey. D’you have a good time at Willow’s?”

“Yeah, it was great.”

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Mm, please. I’ve got some English essays to do today and I’m not gonna be able to stay awake.”

“Why don’t you have a little sleep later on then?” Joyce suggested as she handed Buffy a cup of coffee.

“Sounds like a good idea, I was gonna take Spike up to the ridge later to watch the sunset.”

“It’s really beautiful up there.”

“I know, so I’m not sure what time we’ll be back.”

“Okay, well not too late, make sure you’ve got your phone.”

“Yes mum.”

“I’ll see you later.” Joyce placed a kiss on the top of Buffy’s head.

“Where are you off to?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“Well if you had told me I wouldn’t be asking ‘where are you off to.” Buffy smiled.

“Oh sorry sweetie, well I’ve gotta go to the gallery cos there’s a shipment coming in of rare African tribal artwork. I don’t know how long I’ll be, but I’ll have my mobile so if you need anything…”

“…I’ll call you.”

“Be careful going up to the ridge tonight.”

“Yes mum.” Buffy sighed as she ran a hand through her hair and took a sip of her coffee.

When her mother had left, Buffy took her coffee and walked upstairs, grabbing her overnight bag on the way. As she was opening her door, her phone in her pocket alerted her to a message. She placed her coffee on the desk and her bag at the foot of her bed. She pulled the phone out and flipped it open. Her mouth formed into a smile when she saw the message was from Spike.

hi luv, just saw u come home.
Do u wanna meet up in a bit nd go out?
xxxxx

She opened a blank screen and wrote a reply.

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Just next door, Spike lay on his bed trying to get his head around the classics homework he had been given, having serious second thoughts about why he had taken the subject. He had seen Buffy arrive home and had waited a bit to ‘talk’ to her, he didn’t want to seem too needy, too much in need of some time alone with the woman he loved. His resolve lasted about five minutes, before he sent a text message to her.

He received a reply a minute later. He opened his phone and read…

hey baby, I’ve got so many eng essays 2 fin at d moment, I know if u come over, they wont get dun cos ur body will distract me ;) how about l8er? Xxxxx

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okay wot time. I’ve dun 1 of the eng essays, so if u want help, gimme a call. Love u. xxxxx

Buffy smiled at the reply. Just seeing the ‘love u’ bit at the end of the text made shivers run up her spine, knowing that se was loved by someone so sexy and kind, and who was just…next…door.
Buffy shook her head to clear the naughty images that started to invade her mind.

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come ova 2 mine at 5.00. Dress warm and comfy. Love u 2, so much. Xxxxx

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Buffy spent till mid afternoon doing her English essays, and when her brain couldn’t give out any more helpful information she decided to give it a break and finish the last part tomorrow morning. She glanced at her clock and saw it was just before 4pm. She flipped open her phone and dialled a number.
After several rings it picked up.

“Hey its me…yeah good, you?….I know tell me about it!…yeah…well she wasn’t lying…I know…so hot and so amazing. Which was one of the reasons I wanted to call you, I was gonna take him up to the ridge tonight and watch the sunset…well of course I called to talk to you too.” Buffy laughed. “hey, I’m not the one who changed schools girl, you’re the one who upped and moved. But about this evening…yeah would that be alright?…I won’t have them back late…sure…okay…is five fifteen okay?…great see you then. Bye.”

She flipped her phone shut and went into the bathroom to get ready.

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At ten to five, Buffy was putting the finishing touches to her make up. Her hair was in a long plait that reached to just below her shoulder blades and she was dressed in a pair of her comfiest light blue, hip hugger jeans, a white tank top and a white, thick, soft cashmere sweater. She left her makeup natural and slipped on a pair of ankle high boots with a slight heel. The door bell rang and she saw it was just before five. She trotted down the stairs and opened it, but before she could register who it was, he was in the door and had her pressed up against the wall, his lips nuzzling at her neck.

“mmm, Spike.” she moaned.

“Miss me baby?” He whispered in her ear, before trailing kisses along to her lips and engaging in a passionate, lusty kiss. They stayed that way for a good few minutes. Spike pulled back as they rewarded their lungs with much needed oxygen. For the first time since he had arrived, Buffy took in Spike’s appearance. He was wearing a pair of darker than dark blue jeans, and a black turtleneck jumper, and what shocked her most of all was his duster was nowhere in sight.

As if he had read her thoughts Spike spoke, “yeah, I decided to go for a change. You like?”

“Oh I like…a lot.” Buffy smirked up at him and pulled him in for a softer, but still as passionate kiss.

After another minute or so Buffy pulled back remembering they had somewhere to be.

“We’ve got to go.” Buffy told him, before grabbing her car keys off of the table and pulling him out of the door, picking up a tan coloured, over the shoulder bag on the way. She locked the door and went to the garage. She pulled the door up and pointed her keys at her car parked inside and pressed the button to unlock it. Her car was a silver, open top Mercedes convertible. Her pride and joy. Her father had bought it for her seventeenth birthday because he had felt guilty about it being the first year she had had a birthday after he and her mothers separation, and also the fact that he wasn’t going to be able to be there with her because of business. Her father was a lawyer in London who had come into a lot of money recently, and he had been determined to show his daughter that he did still love her, even though he and her mother were divorced. Buffy had been upset that her fathers work seemed to prevail over her seventeenth birthday, but hell… she had gotten a car out of the deal, so she thought she was getting the better half. She knew if he had been there it would have made the tension between he and her mother unbearable. Of course she didn’t tell him that, but pretended that she was really upset and the result was the beauty of a car in front of her.

She pressed another button on the key and the roof started to fold in on itself, forming the car from a soft top, into an open top.

“Woah!” Spike gasped. “This is yours!”

“Yeah.” Buffy grinned.

“How come I haven’t seen it before”

“Oh it’s been at the auto shop for the past week, it only came back yesterday.”

Spike glanced at her as if to say ‘auto shop, am I taking my life into my hands getting in here.’

“I know what you’re thinking, but it wasn’t my fault. Some jerk backed into it in a car park. I got back after some shopping and went absolutely ape shit when I saw the damage to the back of the car. Thank GOD for insurance.”

She opened the door and she got in, Spike taking the passenger seat next to her. She backed out of the garage, put the hand break on and got out to lock the garage. She jumped back in, and backed out of the drive way and took off towards their destination.

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Fifteen minutes later, Buffy turned onto a dirt track driveway and drove towards a large, farmhouse style cottage.

“What are we doing here luv?”

“You’ll see.” Buffy smirked as she pulled up outside the house.

She got out of the car and locked it, after placing the top back on. She took Spike’s hand and walked towards a row of stables.

“loopy lu, where are you.” She called out.

Spike looked puzzled. “Nickname.” Buffy explained.

A girl about the same age as Buffy with light brown hair and tanned skin emerged from one of the stables wearing jodhpurs and riding boots.

“Buffy hey girl, I’ve not seen you in ages. How’ve you been?” Buffy embraced her friend in a hug.

“I’m good, you look good. Australia definitely agrees with you.”

“I miss it, is so cold over here, I wanna go back…” she whined, pouting.

Buffy laughed at her friends complaining. “Lucie this is Spike, my boyfriend, Spike this is Lucie, we’ve were at school together for the last three years.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Spike said offering his hand.

“You too.” Lucie smiled.

“So they ready?” Buffy asked.

“Yep, I’ll take you down.” Lucie told her and walked down a gravel path to a second row of stables.

“What’s goin on luv?” Spike asked, raising his scarred eyebrow.

“I’ll show you.” She took his hand in hers and led him down the walkway.

At the bottom, by the second stables, Lucie was fixing the reins on a beautiful black mare.

“Okay Spike, you’ve got Casper here, and Buffy, Rusty’s all yours.” Lucie informed them.

“Thanks.” Buffy smiled.

“We’re going riding!” Spike asked.

“Yeah, I asked your dad last week and he said you used to ride a lot out in America. Is that okay, I mean, if you don’t want to…”

“No of course I do luv. It was just a bit of a shock.” he smiled at her and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

Buffy walked over to Rusty, a golden, chestnut mare and affixed her bag to the saddle. She placed her foot in the stirrup and swung her other leg over. She got herself comfortable as Casper walked up next to her.

Lucie walked over to the gate to field and unlocked it. “Have fun guys.”

Buffy looked over at Spike and smirked. “Catch me if you can.” She said with a wink and she and Rusty took off, Casper and Spike following in hot pursuit.

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The wind whipped though her hair as Rusty ran across the fields. The landscape around her was beautiful, green hills rolled on for as far as they eye could see, the trees around her had started to succumb to the turning of the seasons, a splattering of orange mixed in with the green that was desperately holding on to the last shreds of summer. The thumping of the horses feet pounded on the ground and in her ears as she heard a second set of hooves draw close. She hadn’t been riding for so long and missed the exhilarating sense of freedom than she felt when she was galloping across the fields, nothing in front of her but more open land for her to explore.
They had been riding for ten minutes and Buffy knew that Rusty was the faster of the two horses, but not by much. She came to the stream a little further down from where she had brought Spike a couple of weeks ago.
She slowed to a canter as Rusty entered the shallow water, hooves kicking the water up, the sun catching each droplet turning it every colour of the rainbow before it plummeted back down into the water to be joined by its siblings.

Casper trotted up beside Rusty and Spike leant over and wrapped his arm around Buffy’s waist.

“Got you.” He whispered softly in her ear.

Buffy turned her head slightly and captured his lips in a heart searing kiss. Buffy groaned against her lips “God this feels amazing.”

Spike smiled at her and pouted playfully, “the riding or my lips?”

“Both…but I’d rather be riding you…” she flashed him a sexy smile before galloping off again, up towards the ridge.

Spike was still reeling from the metal image Buffy had placed in his mind, it was a good 30 seconds before he realised she had taken off again and he cantered after her.

He turned round a corner and saw Rusty tied to a tree, and looked around for Buffy, and then he saw her, standing at the top of a ridge, her back to him, surveying the scenery laid out before her.

He jumped off Casper and tied him securely to the tree next to Rusty and ascended to the top of the ridge.
When he reached the top, it leveled out to a large flat top of rock, several meters round in diameter. He looked up to see his beautiful Buffy standing, the wind gently running its cool fingers through her hair causing it to brush back and forth gently over her face.

Buffy turned to face him and smiled at him, causing his stomach to flip. He still couldn’t get over the fact that the beauty of a woman in front of him, the beautiful, kind hearted, funny and loving woman who he loved, returned those feelings so fully he wanted to weep every time she kissed his lips.

Buffy held out a hand to his and he took it walking to her and he wrapped his arms around her and leant down, kissing her lips just as he had envisioned himself doing mere minutes earlier. Buffy responded to his kiss with a mounted vigor and she slipped her tongue past his parted lips and brought her hand up to caress his cheek.

She still felt giddy every time she thought about how she could kiss him any time she wanted and that the love she had dreamed about, longed for, for so long had come to her in the form of such a loving, caring, gorgeous, sexy and devoted guy with eyes that she lost herself in every time she looked into them.

They stood on top of the ridge like that until oxygen became an issue, and Spike broke away, trailing kisses down along her jaw line and nipping at her ear causing her to let out a breathy moan and tighten her grip in his hair.

Spike pulled Buffy closer into his body and held her firmly against him placing butterfly kisses along her jaw. He brought his face up and rested his forehead against hers, their noses touching. Buffy opened her eyes and found Spike’s cerulean orbs staring into hers, love and devotion shining from within. She felt she could see into his very soul.

Buffy kissed him once more before pulling a small blanket from inside her shoulder bag and placing it at the foot of a large rock that stood atop of the formation they were standing upon. She pulled Spike towards her as she stepped back onto the blanket and pushed on his shoulders so he sunk to the floor. She arched her body and leant her head down to place a passionate kiss on his lips as she sunk to her knees before him. Spike sat down on the blanket, his back against the rock as Buffy straddled his thighs and delved her tongue into his mouth. His tongue across hers felt like silk and she gave a soft whimper which turned into a small cry of desire as Spike pulled her down so that his errection was pushing against her core.

“So, what was that about riding me?” Spike asked as his eyes darkened with desire.

Buffy smiled at him from underneath hooded eyelashes, all thoughts of coming up here to merely watch the sunset quickly evaporated from her lust filled mind.

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Chapter 15:

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Buffy ran her hand up Spike’s arm and to the back of his neck. She laced her fingers in his hair as her lips descended on his. His tongue stroked softly against her lips and the whimper that escaped her lips only fuelled his passion to higher intensity. Her lips parted and Spike delved his tongue inside her mouth, caressing her tongue softly. The inside of her mouth felt like velvet and the feel of Buffy’s body wrapped around his, her hands clutching at him, her lips upon his made his lust for her lust rise within him. He bit softly at her lower lip and Buffy moaned, pushing her body down and grinding against the errection that felt like a steel bar within the confines of his jeans.

“Spike…I need you!” Buffy breathed softly into his mouth. “I need to feel you inside me.” She spoke breathlessly as Spike trailed his tongue down her neck and pulled off her white jumper. His lips went immediately back to her over heated flesh. Her rising temperature wasn’t due to the air surrounding them, but the rising inferno that roared inside her, her lover, her beautiful, strong, passionate lover right at the centre of the fire.

Spike’s lips went back to hers and her breathing became laboured, her moans louder as Spike ran his hand down to Buffy’s jeans. He undid the button and slid down the zipper. Buffy leant in closer to Spike’s embrace, her breasts pushing against his firm, muscular chest as she kissed him with more force.

Spike dipped his hand inside her damp thong and against her slippery opening. This caused Buffy to break from his lips and whisper out a strangled,
“God…Spike …” as she pushed down on his searching fingers and they eased into her. Her breath caught in her throat and she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from going over the edge too soon. Buffy grasped at Spike’s jumper and t-shirt and pulled them both off in one sweep.

She stared at his chest in awe, as if it were the first time she had seen it. No matter how many times she saw the body underneath the clothes, she still had trouble believing that someone with a chest so firm and muscular, that looked as if it had been perfectly sculpted out of the finest, smoothest marble the world had to offer, wasn’t a god or the devil himself.

Buffy leant down and licked a path with her tongue from between his pecs to his ear and bit softly. Now it was Spike’s turn to groan and he slid downwards slightly so that he was lying on the blanket with his golden goddess above him, a slight sheen of perspiration coating her skin. Spike removed the last of her clothing and Buffy quickly divested him of his jeans.

Now, Buffy sat straddling him, her core just above his straining cock. She saw the look of deep, predatory lust within his eyes and decided to have a little fun with him to make his passion mount. She let herself drop down ever so slightly so that the head of his cock barely touched her opening. She placed her hands on his chest to keep him lying down. She arched her back and leant down to kiss Spike with such passion that he nearly came there and then, her tongue slid in and out of his mouth in an imitation of the love making they both so desperately needed. She moved one of her arms and lay it down next to his head, her hand gliding into his short, unruly hair.

Buffy moved her hips again so that they barely came into contact… but it was enough to cause Spike to close his eyes and gasp out a harsh “Fuck…Buffy…god…Buffy you’re so wet”

She smiled down at him, yearning in her eyes as she replied in a whisper,
“All for you baby… all for you” before their lips met again in a soft kiss. The kiss was so soft, almost worshipful, that Buffy felt like she was going to reach the end of her tolerance and the tight grip she had on the proverbial thread in front of her that she gripped to hold off her impending orgasm.

Ever since the first time they had had sex, Buffy had become more passionate and confident in her sexual explorations with Spike, knowing just how to tease him… how to make him groan, gasp, cry out. She had never felt such consuming lust and confidence at any time in her life and she knew it was because of him. Because of her Spike. They would spend hours simply touching each other mesmerizing the plains of each others bodies, finding sweet spots. Their time together was spent loving the other so completely that when they weren’t with each other, all they could think about was when they would see each other again.

Spike ran his hands up her back and pulled out the tie holding her hair back. It cascaded down her back and Spike ran his hands through it, revelling in the way the strands felt like silk in between his fingers. Buffy pulled away from his lips as Spike gasped softly,
“Buffy…I need…inside you…ple…” he was cut off as Buffy dropped down onto his throbbing cock. Spike’s thrust upwards as their hips ground together as if they were trying to be buried as deep within each other as far as they could.

The soft blanket beneath them, the warm breeze whispering across their naked bodies like mother natures caress and the knowledge that they were the only two people around for miles spurred their desires higher. The sun sank slowly into the horizon as the two lovers gasped and moaned in each other arms.

Buffy knew her release was close and wanted… needed Spike to fall over the precipice of pure, passionate, fulfilling ecstasy with her. They were both so close, hovering on the edge, pure bliss just within their grasp. Spike could feel how close Buffy was and knew she was trying to hold her orgasm off so that he would come with her, but he was closer than she knew. Buffy reared up and rocked harder on his cock pushing down as far as she could go. The vision in front of Spike of Buffy struggling to reach the brink of her pleasure, her beautiful body above him did him in and he reached up, gripped Buffy’s shoulders and pushed her down firmly onto his cock at the same time as he thrust up.

Their orgasms hit simultaneously and they cried each others names into the approaching night as the pleasure dispersed through their entire beings, making their entire bodies prone.

As their orgasms subsided Buffy collapsed in Spike’s arms. Spike pulled the edge of the blanket over their naked bodies, even though the air around them held the warmth of the last few days of summer.

Spike tenderly brushed a lock of sweat soaked hair behind her ear before cupping her face and kissing her softly.

“You ok?” He asked slightly breathlessly.

“Perfect” she smiled as she rested her head on Spike’s chest. Spike kissed her forehead and rested his chin upon the top of her head as Buffy idly drew shapes on his chest with her fingertips. Neither of them had noticed that the stars had started to appear above them.

They lay, wrapped in each others embrace for another twenty minutes watching the stars above them and each other, before dressing and packing the blanket away. They mounted the horses and rode gently side by side back to Lucie’s house to return the horses.

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Buffy pulled the car into the driveway and shut off the engine. Before she could reach the door handle it was opened from the outside and Spike, the perfect gentleman, was standing on the other side holding his hand out to her. She slipped her hand into his and he pulled her gently out of the car. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly.

She rested her forehead against his, breathing softly. “Do you have to go right away?” She asked him quietly.

A soft smile formed on his lips, “Not right away”.

Buffy said no more, but took his hand and led him inside the house. Once inside she kissed him lightly on the lips and whispered. “I’ll be back in a minute.” She turned and ascended the stairs and into her room.

While in there she took off all her clothes and dressed in a lacy black thong and matching bra both of which had tiny pink rosebud detail and slipped on a black, light cotton nightie that fell to just above her knees. She ran a brush through her hair and admired herself in the mirror. She reached over to her dresser and ran a line of eyeliner under her eyes and donned some deep cherry coloured lip gloss. She ruffled her hands through her hair to give it a touch more volume, gave herself the once over and walked back to the stairs. She looked down them but Spike was nowhere to be seen. However she could see a soft orange glow emanating from the lounge. She padded down the stairs and her breath caught in her throat. All the candles in the living room had been lit and Spike stood in the middle of the lounge a smile playing on his lips. His lips parted and a small breath fell across them as he took in Buffy’s appearance. Spike cocked his head to one side and smiled in the way that he did which made Buffy turn to jelly. He pressed the ‘play’ button on the CD remote in his hand and soft music filled the room and Buffy immediately recognised the song. Spike held out his hand and Buffy walked forwards taking his hand. Spike held their interlocked hands over his heart as Buffy rested her head against his chest.

Every time our eyes meet,
this feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take.
Baby when you touch me,
I can feel how much you love me,
And it just blows me away.

Buffy and Spike danced slowly, their faces bathed in candle light.

I’ve never been this close to anyone… or anything,
I can hear your thoughts; I can see your dreams.

I don’t know how you do what you do,
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better

I wanna spend the rest of my life,
With you by my side,
Forever and ever.
Every little thing that you do,
Baby I’m amazed by you.

Buffy looked up and into Spike’s eyes, she brought her free hand up to Spike’s cheek and caressed it lightly, her thumb tracing the outline of his cheekbone.
Spike brought his face closer to hers and kissed her gently as Buffy played with the short curls of hair at the nape of his neck. What Spike did next made Buffy’s stomach do a little flip flop and what felt like butterflies erupt inside it and she smiled in awe at him. Spike sang the next verse of the song softly in her ear, his voice sultry, and passionate.

The smell of your skin,
The taste of your kiss,
The way you whisper in the dark.
Your hair all around me,
Baby you surround me,
Touch every place in my heart.

Oh it feels like the first time, every time.
I wanna spend the whole night, in your arms.

I don’t know how you do what you do,
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better.

She had never heard anything so beautiful in her entire life. There were almost no words to describe how he sounded, but it made Buffy want to weep with joy that she was able to hear him.

I wanna spend the rest of my life,
With you by my side,
Forever and ever.
Every little thing that you do,
Baby I’m amazed by you.

As the part of the song came on when the background music faded out for a few seconds, Spike twirled Buffy out from his body and back in again when the music came crashing back in, timing the movements perfectly, and he never stopped singing. Buffy giggled happily, and her laughter was music to Spike’s ears.

Every little thing that you do,
I’m so in love with you,
It just keeps getting better.

I wanna spend the rest of my life,
With you by my side,
Forever and ever.
Every little thing that you do,
Oh oh yeah
Every little thing that you do
Baby I’m amazed by you.

Buffy stared at Spike with eyes full of love and tender devotion.
“My god…I never knew you could sing. That was… it was just…wow doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

Spike smiled and looked down almost bashfully. Buffy caught his face in her hands and kissed him. Spike ran his hands down to her thighs and lifted her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist as he carried her over to the sofa, he lay her down and moved on top of her, kissing her passionately.

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When Spike awoke he glanced at the big grandfather clock on the opposite wall of the lounge. Twenty minutes past midnight. He looked at the golden beauty in his arms and kissed her cheek softly. He gently manoeuvred himself from underneath her and covered her with the blanket they had pulled over them when they had fallen asleep. He picked up a piece of paper from the hall table and wrote a quick note encase she woke up to find him gone.

Spike crouched by the sofa and ran a hand over her hair softly.

“Sweet dreams pet.” He whispered before placing a kiss to her forehead.

He stood up and crossed to the door, as he opened it he looked back at his beautiful lover, his girlfriend… his soul mate. He smiled and headed out into the cool night air, shutting the door softly behind him. Spike pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. The dim light from the street lamps and the smell of dew on the grass mixed with the cigarette smoke around him calmed him. The air was still, and the only sound he could hear was the wind rustling in the trees.

He stood like that for about five minutes before crushing his cigarette under his boot and walking to the tree below his window. He climbed it with ease and stepped lightly across the porch outside his window. Lifting it he slid in as quietly as he could. Nothing could prepare him for what…or rather who was lying on his bed.

She smiled at him from behind dark eyes.

“Did you miss me pretty William?”

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