Spike staggered back under the assault, arms and mouth suddenly full of warm, sweet Buffy.

No time to think, only react. His body took over and did what came naturally - he kissed her back with everything he had. Months of dreaming, longing and frustration poured out of him and into that kiss. He felt her response building to match his until they were practically eating each other alive.

She knew it was wrong. Wrong time, wrong place, wrong man. Not her man. But she just couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the runaway train that carried her forward. It was like she was magnetized to his side. Didn’t matter, none of it mattered. He was here, now - he was everything she wanted. Faced with him she could no longer deny that she loved him, needed him, wanted him. All questions, warnings and consequences faded out like background noise until they stood inside a perfect silence.

“ Need you…”

She murmured.

“God, Buffy you have no idea.”

She smiled seductively.

“ Show me.”

He kissed her fiercely, possessively. His need for her a roaring empty ache inside him. The feel of her made him high. No drug he’d ever had compared to the slick sweetness of her mouth or the smoldering silk of her skin. He pulled her tight to him, craving contact. She burned him with her body heat, even through both sets of clothes. What he wouldn’t do to have nothing between them at this moment. His hands mindlessly sought her flesh. He wanted in, he wanted under – whatever it took.

He gasped when he felt her hands seeking him. And when they slid up under the free edge of his shirt he groaned, the skin-to-skin contact was almost too much. He pulled back to look at her, to confirm that she was real. That this was really happening. She smiled at him sweetly and touched his face, as if she knew what he was thinking. “ I’m here.” her eyes seemed to say. He wanted desperately to take her home. The two of them in private, with all the time in the world…

“ Buffy, could we…?”

He caught his breath, afraid of her answer.

“ Let’s go.” she said simply.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She took his hand firmly in her own, and his eyebrows rose up to meet his hairline.

Surprise # 599 for the night. Who was this girl? And what happened in the last 24 hours to give her such a change of heart toward him? He was stunned, but afraid to question his good fortune overmuch. They walked quietly back to his crypt, comfortably hand in hand. It was such a small, tender gesture – but it made him want to weep all the same. There were so many things he wanted to say right now. His head filled with a thousand questions, but he was terrified to speak lest he break whatever spell was at work here. He settled on silence.

Buffy felt high on his presence, the solid reassuring feel of his hand in hers. She hadn’t realized just how deprived she’d felt until tonight. It had only been a matter of a few days since she’d seen him – her Spike. But God, how everything had changed. Funny how everything you thought you knew could turn out to be so wrong. As wrong as wrong could be. And life – it could transform with dizzying speed.

This thing with Spike had been building for awhile. She’d just started to recognize that the night she “left”. Sooner or later she might have come around, realized what was right in front of her. Realized how she really felt, deep down inside… But more likely she would’ve clung stubbornly to Riley and all her stupid ideals. She knew how she could be when she got stuck on something. She decided it was so, and nothing but a giant catastrophe could change her mind. She shook her head, sighing at her own willfulness.

Everything that happened since she got here had opened her eyes a little more. Each event stripping away the blindness and lies she wrapped herself in. Losing Dawn like that, knowing she might be stuck here and never get her back? It split her heart in two. Pile on having her status as Slayer stripped away, feeling useless and disempowered. She hated that feeling, it made her feel so vulnerable, so naked. And the final blow – actually seeing Faith with Spike. Ugh, it made her sick. Add a dash of overbearing Riley-ness and here she was, wide-awake in dreamland.

You couldn’t blame her for jumping on Spike really. Now that she knew, really knew how she felt - she couldn’t hold it back. And she might never get back to her own world. She could be here forever, never having Dawn back. Never being a Slayer again. She needed the comfort only Spike could give her now. He was the only one she could lay her heart out to, knowing he would listen and not judge. Just like he always had. She shook her head again in disbelief. How had she missed that? All the ways he’d been there for her all this time.

She clutched his hand tighter and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. If she had to be here, at least she had this, had him. He was a find in any world, a treasure. Too bad it took her so long to see that. But all she could do now is make up for lost time. She looked up at him walking silently beside her. He looked overwhelmed, and no wonder. She was pretty whelmed herself. He looked back down at her and smiled gently, wonderingly at her. As if she were an angel newly materialized before his eyes – a miracle. In a way, she supposed she was.

Buffy realized she was going to have to tell him. She didn’t want to start anything they might have off with lies. Not to him. He had a right to know everything that was going on. And a right to make his own decision… She swallowed her fear down forcibly. What if he didn’t want her then? Knowing that she might only be a visitor here, that she might disappear on him. And if other Buffy came back she might not feel the same. God, this was complicated. She knew she’d have to tell Riley soon too. She just couldn’t stand another moment of being smothered by him. Just being around him felt suffocating lately. She dreaded that conversation, knew how hurt he would be.

But what else could she do? She had to be honest, and just deal with the repercussions.

She was stuck here, for who knows how long - maybe even forever. She just had to go with it. Fortunately, she was a flexible girl. Being a Slayer really taught you how to roll with the punches. And Buffy wasn’t about to get her ass kicked here.

Lost in her own thoughts, she was surprised how quickly they arrived at his door. The exact same crypt he was housed at in her world. Funny how so many little things were exactly the same. Like the look in his eyes right now, so eloquently telling her everything that was in his heart. Somehow she’d overlooked that too.

When he took her in his arms and kissed her she could not think for the life of her why. How had she denied herself this love? This passion? How had she denied herself him? From where she was standing now, it seemed like straight up insanity. She was so safe right now, so loved. There was nowhere else in any Universe she would rather be at this moment.

Spike kissed her gently, tenderly – the way he’d always wanted to. She was a sweet, solid weight in his arms. He felt complete and at ease for the first time ever. That hollow hungry feeling that had taken up residence under his breastbone these many years was suddenly gone. It was so right, so good – there just had to be a catch. Whatever it was, a spell, a hallucination, he was going to make the most of it for as long as he bloody could.

He broke the kiss to pull her inside and up into his arms. He twirled her briefly and then kissed her again soundly. She laughed giddily, making him grin like an idiot. Luckily her own smile was just as goofy. Could it really be she felt the same? His eyes searched hers for an answer. She smiled down at him from her place in his arms and kissed him so tenderly, so sweetly – he thought his heart would turn to dust inside his chest.

That’s when she uttered the four most dreaded words for any man to hear;

“ We have to talk.”

He set her down carefully.

Buffy watched the look of fear transform his face and rushed to soothe it away.

“ Baby, no – don’t worry. I’m not leaving you.”

His face relaxed into relief.

“ At least I don’t think I am…”

And promptly crumpled into confusion.

“ Buffy what…? What’s goin’ on?”

His brain goggled at the thought. Buffy took his hands and sat him down on the battered plaid sofa in his living area. It was patched with duct tape, and very much worse for wear. It looked like AU Spike didn’t take as much pride in his home as hers did. Interesting… those little differences. She wondered momentarily what other discrepancies she might find…

“ Spike, I have a lot to tell you. Some of it you’re really not gonna like. But I don’t want to lie to you…”

He withdrew his hands from hers, scowling. She could see the defenses going up already.

“ Baby, please don’t be like that. You need to know this stuff. Besides I have good stuff to tell you too.”

She coaxed, rubbing his arm.

He suppressed his smile, and gave her a dubious eyebrow instead.

“ Oh yeah? Like what?”

He was so cute when he pouted, she couldn’t help but smile at his childishness. She leaned in to kiss his pouty lip.

“ How ‘bout like: I’m in love with you?”

His face almost split open from the enormous grin this brought on. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her breathless.

“ Do you know…” he panted in between kisses “ how long… I’ve waited to hear you say that ?!”

He squeezed her in a bear hug and kissed her neck and ears until she was giggling helplessly.

“ Um… a week?”

She teased when she regained her composure somewhat.

“No.”

He shot back, with a warning raise of his eyebrow.

She smiled slyly at him.

“ A month?”

He growled low into her ear, making her shiver.

“ Try again, Pet.”

“ Two months?”

She asked, all innocence.

He threw her onto her back with a roar, nuzzling her neck and nipping at her earlobe. Buffy shrieked and giggled, having the time of her life. He kissed her thoroughly, until she was quite chastened and said;

“ Try all my bloody life and more.”

And then kissed her again. Taking his time with it now – enjoying the soft fullness of her lips and the velvet slide of her tongue against his. She kissed him with such fire, it made him instantly hard. It was all he could do not to grind himself into her ferociously and tear her clothes off. But that wasn’t how he wanted their first time to be.

Buffy felt him hardening on her hip and was stirred to do something about it. She adjusted her body to fit neatly into his and wrapped her legs around him. He groaned into her shoulder and slid his hands along her outer thighs. She felt herself getting wet for him already. It took so damn little to make her want him.

Spike moved his hands to cup her luscious bum. Wishing fervently for summer weather and short skirts. Then there would be nothing between them but a zipper and a pair of her tiny little panties. The thought made his cock throb.

Her eyes widened as she felt him pulse against her. He was so incredibly hard right now, and he wanted her so much. She tightened her legs around him and pressed herself up into his erection with a little hum of delight. He could smell her arousal and feel her damp heat against him.

Her response to him carried him right over the edge of his precarious control. He grasped her sweet little ass and pulled her tight as he ground into her with purpose, angling for the sweet spot. He felt her shudder and whimper beneath him and it spurred him on. They kissed hungrily as they writhed together on the couch like a couple of horny teenagers out past curfew on a Saturday night. It was bloody marvelous. He pulled back to unbutton her shirt, leaving her sheer shimmery bra exposed. He caught his breath at the most perfect breasts in creation. He moved to taste a dusky rose-colored nipple through the fabric and she cried out breathlessly.

That’s it. Naked time. Now.

He sat back to pull off the duster and his black paisley shirt. When he got to his tight black t-shirt she stilled his hand.

“ Wait.”

He groaned inwardly.

No, no, no. Please no.

He thought feverishly. Don’t let her stop now. He couldn’t take it if she turned him away. He was almost afraid to look in her eyes. Afraid he’d see the spell had suddenly ended. Then he’d be left alone without her again. He couldn’t bear it.

“ Baby, please – don’t think for one second that I don’t want to.”

She leaned forward and cupped his chin forcing him to meet her eyes.

“ I want you so much.”

The confession would have taken his breath, had he needed any. He looked into her eyes questioningly.

“It’s just that I need to tell you this stuff. Before we…go any farther.” She continued, curling up protectively on her end of the battered sofa. “ And after… You might not want to.”

She finished quietly. It was her turn to look away.

And he thought he was as shocked as he could possibly get already.

“ What on earth do ya think you could say that would possibly make me stop wanting you?!” He sat forward and held her shoulders gently in his hands. “ Buffy, you could be covered in the bloody pox and I’d still want you.”

She looked at him longingly, wanting to believe. He pulled her into his arms.

“ Hell, I’ll probably still be wanting you when you’re 102.”

That made her giggle a little and she snuggled into his chest. A wicked thought occurred to her.

“ What if I told you I switched bodies and I’m really Xander?”

He pulled back giving her a look of horror.

“ Ah! Don’t say such things, Love. You’ll put me off my breakfast.”

That made her laugh out loud. God, it was good to talk to him like this. Flinging around the casual banter, making each other laugh, teasing like they always had. She’d never realized until now what blatant flirtation that was. Well, now that she knew she was going to enjoy it to the fullest. She eyed him slyly.

“ Oh, C’mon you know you’ve always had a secret crush on Xander. That’s why you torment him so much. Typical boy maneuver.”

She taunted mercilessly. Spike gawked at her all wounded indignance.

“ Gah! No – never – more like the other way ‘round. That boy’s been givin’ me the eye since day one. And! - And he started it.”

Buffy chuckled giddily. She just loved riling him up. She grinned evilly and dug in his belly for a tickle.

“ Hey! Oi! Slayer…quit…”

He laughed helplessly squirming. She was enjoying herself thoroughly and went for the kill swirling her finger in his navel. Spike let out a surprised squeak and broke down giggling.

It made her wonder if her dream really had been prophetic.

Now that was the kind of prophecy a girl could get into. Buffy smiled happily, thinking of things to come. She stopped her tickle assault and settled down to lounge comfortably against his chest, content for the moment. He stroked her hair soothingly then asked her;

“ Hey, how’d you know about my secret spot? No one knows about that.”

“ Call it woman’s intuition.”

She smiled enigmatically.

“ So you are a woman then? I haven’t been snogging madly with Harris all night?”

He questioned teasingly.

“ No, Dork.” She snorted. “ It’s me - as if you wouldn’t know.”

“ I’d know you anywhere, Pet.”

He agreed, kissing the top of her head. He sighed, might as well get to it.

“ So - Are you ready to spill all your horrifyin’ secrets then?”

She looked up at him tentatively, questioningly.

“ You’re not worried now?”

He put on his best brave face.

“ What could be worse than makin’ out with Harris?”

He chuckled, smiling.

So she told him.

It took her over an hour to enlighten him to the whole sordid mess. Starting with the night her and other Spike had nearly made love in the graveyard ending with seeing him with Faith and dinner with Riley. She told him about her dreams, and all the things she’d thought about in between – how she realized they’d been working up to this all along. And most of all how she just couldn’t deny that she was in love with him any longer. But the complications – oh, the complications…

Spike’s face was blank with shock. Whatever story he’d been expecting to hear, it wasn’t this. He could never’ve dreamed this one up in a million years. Alternate Universes? An alternate him? And this wasn’t his Buffy…not technically speaking? And his Buffy was where?

“ Sweet bleedin’ Christ.”

He whispered, voice soft with awe. He had no idea what to do. Here in front of him, was the very thing he’d wanted most in all his days. Buffy was here, now - telling him she loved him; she wanted him - wanted to be with him. But the hows and whys of it were staggering. It seemed impossible; he’d seen some truly strange shite in his time - and hello, vampire – but this…

“ You sure you didn’t just get a knock on the head?”

He eyed her skeptically.

“ No! Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

She scowled with annoyance.

“ Sorry, Love. Guess that’s just the easiest explanation.” He shook his head wonderingly.

“ Lot easier to grasp than this…”

Buffy was curled on the far end of the sofa, arms wrapped around herself protectively.

“ I just needed you to know. In case…”

She looked down, unable to finish.

“ In case you go back you mean.”

His voice betrayed none of his inner turmoil.

“ Yes.”

She looked up at him tentatively; so afraid of what she might see.

“ Is that what you want…? ”

How could he be asking her if she wanted to leave him? But he had to know. He clenched his jaw, bracing himself inwardly for her answer.

“ I don’t know right now. You’re here in front of me and I don’t want to let go. But I don’t know if I belong here. And I miss Dawn…” Her voice caught and trembled. “ And what if she needs help? I don’t know if … if your Buffy is there with her, or where she is. Dawn might have no one to protect her from Glory now.” She paused, terrified for what her sister might be facing without her. “ And don’t I owe your Buffy something too? I mean this is her life I’m messing with.” She placed her hands on the back of her neck anxiously, tangling them in her hair. “ God, Spike it’s all so complicated and strange. I may be here forever, and if I am - I know what I want now. I know the life I want to have.”

She looked at him meaningfully. He took her hand and kissed it. The tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, finally overflowing and he moved to hold her, gathering her into his lap.

“ It’s alright, Love. It’ll be alright.” He stroked her back, comforting. “All we ever have is now. You know that, you’re a bloody Slayer! So we take what time we have together and make the most of it.” He said firmly, as if that were the obvious answer.

She broke down sobbing into his shoulder, clinging to him.

“ But what if I leave you here? I can’t do that to you! If she comes back she might not feel like this…and then…and then you’ll be alone again.”

She finished quietly, stifling her sobs. He held her away from him looking at her intently.

“ Buffy, I’d rather have you now, while I can, than never have you at all.” His own tears stood out in eyes. “ And as terrified as I am of losing you again, I’m not so cowardly as to miss the one chance I may ever have to be with you.”

His tears slid down his face and into her hair as he held on to her tightly, as if she might disappear from his very grasp.

“ At least I’ll have this, now. I’ll have it to get me through if - ”

He choked, unable to continue. He couldn’t believe the madness of this life. How could he be offered all he’d dreamed of in one breath and in another have it all taken away from him? What kind of monsters were these gods, these Powers That Be to play with lives like this? He couldn’t begin to fathom what their plans were. He felt a surge of profound resentment.

He thought fiercely.

I won’t let you take her from me.

Her tears fell unchecked pattering dark blots onto his black shirt. She felt so helpless right now, so out of control of her own life. She hated it so much.

“ But I might not have a choice, Spike.” She sniffled. “I mean I didn’t put myself here, I just woke up in bed with Riley.”

He growled unconsciously at that.

“ I could be yanked back at anytime. Sometimes I think I might only be dreaming…but it’s so real…”

She trailed off wonderingly.

“ So even if you decide to stay…you can’t be sure you will.”

His voice was flat and dead with the pain of it.

“ Yes. I hate that, Spike. I hate it!”

She pulled back from him, wanting him to know, to understand.

“ I know, Love. I know. I hate it too.” He soothed, pulling her close again. “ But you say the Scoobies are workin’ on it – and old Rupes? We’ll figure it out then. You lot always do.” His voice was full of confidence, easing her fears. “ Certainly put an end to enough of my evil schemes.”

She chuckled along with him this time.

“ True.”

She burrowed into the security of his arms. Somehow feeling safe. It was hard to imagine anything hurting her here. But she knew deep down, there was always something out there in the darkness, gunning for her.

If they really are after you is it still paranoia?

She wondered tiredly, the exhaustion of the last few days dragging her down.

“ See, Love? It’ll be alright. I’ll make it so.”

He said firmly - with the kind of conviction that could only belong

to a man in love.

She awoke the next afternoon in Spike’s bed. Disappointingly fully dressed. The only things missing were her socks and boots.

“Hey.” she said sleepily. “ What happened?”

He smiled down at her adoringly.

“ You fell asleep in my arms, so I carried you down here. Hope you don’t mind.”

She smiled up at him sweetly.

“ No. But what am I wearing all these clothes for?”

He snorted.

“ Don’t think I wasn’t tempted, Pet. I just didn’t think I could control myself otherwise.”

She grinned.

“ I wouldn’t have minded.”

“ Oh, now you tell me.”

He kissed the tip of her nose and rolled her onto his chest for a cuddle.

She chuckled at that, snuggling into his embrace.

“ And you – with the t-shirt.” She lifted up the blankets suspiciously, rising up on one elbow. “ And the boxers. I always pictured you as a sleeping naked kinda guy.”

He raised his eyebrow at her, smirking.

“ Normally I am. Again with the admirable self-control.”

She shot him a coquettish pout.

“ I don’t know if I like this new self-control having. I like my Spikes self-control free.”

He grinned wickedly, admiring the delicious temptation of her protruding lower lip.

“ Oh you don’t know what you’re in for, missy…”

He pounced on her, making her shriek with delight and captured the offending lip between his teeth gently. He sucked it into his mouth and then released it for a languorous kiss, enjoying the feel of her sleep-warmed body against his. If he had his way they would wake up like this every bloody day.

“ Mmmm.” She hummed. “Yum. Morning Spike…” She kissed him back and wrapped her legs around him, skating her feet down the backs of his legs sensually. “ I like Morning Spike.” She said between kisses. “ Speaking of which…” she giggled, admiring his growing erection.

“ What’d you expect? I got you in my bed draped all over me. I’m not bleedin’ dead

y’know.”

“ Well, actually…”

“ Ah ah – that’s un dead, Princess. As you can clearly see.”

He gripped the solid mass through his boxers proudly, a cocky grin on his face.

“ I really didn’t get that good of a look at it…”

She said coyly, lifting up the covers for a peek.

He raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. She just smiled at him enigmatically.

He flipped open the covers and lay back comfortably with his hands behind his head.

“ By all means, Love. What’s mine is yours.”

He dared her with an insolent smirk and a cock of his eyebrow.

She smiled tentatively and reached out a shy hand to feel him through the black striped cotton. He gasped when he felt the warmth of her through the thin fabric.

He didn’t know how much ‘playing’ he could withstand at this point. She smiled with more conviction now, encouraged by his reaction. Boldly she worked her hand inside his waistband to hold the erection itself, flesh to flesh.

He clenched his jaw fighting for self-control. He was not gonna come in his shorts like some nancy schoolboy. But her soft little hand was on him. Buffy’s hand. Exploring his body with such naive curiosity. It was almost more than he could bear.

She pushed his boxers down a bit and sat beside him Indian-style. She’d felt it before of course, that night in the graveyard. But it was dark and they were…rushed. She’d never seen it all up close and personal. In fact she’d hardly seen any, in the flesh – so to speak. She’d only been with Angel the one time, and it had been in the giddy charge of teenage emotions. Parker: a one night stand in the dark. And Riley. Well, let’s just say foreplay wasn’t his thing. Neither were lights. Or experimentation of any kind. She wondered briefly for a moment how other Buffy could possibly be marrying him.

She thought, happily turning her attention to this new pretty thing in her hands. And it was pretty. She never thought a penis could be such a thing. But Spike’s was beautifully made. A long and elegant shaft, alabaster white with a marble of blue veins here and there, tinged faintly with pink just around the head. And thick too, her small hand barely fit around it.

So it is as big as it looks.

She grinned wickedly, anticipating fun to come. Spike caught her smile and swallowed reflexively. He had a feeling he was in for more trouble than he bargained for. (And wasn’t he always when it came to Buffy?) When she began to move her hand she proved him right.

Buffy caressed him teasingly, enjoying herself. She’d never had one to really play with before. And Spike made her feel so comfortable, like she could do whatever she wanted and it was A-okay. Running her nails lightly over the length to the head, she felt him quiver. Then she grasped it firmly in one hand and stroked it, using the foreskin to manipulate him dexterously. She listened to his strangled gasp with satisfaction.

She thought giddily. She continued stroking him gently with one hand and moved the other up under his shirt to play with the flat planes of his stomach and chest. When she flicked her nail over his nipple she felt his cock jump in her hand. He groaned out loud.

She was having entirely too much fun he decided – ready to pin her to the bed and have some fun of his own. He was just picturing the look on her face as he ripped her pants off with his teeth when her voice broke thorough his thoughts.

“ You know there are entirely too many clothes in this bed.”

She declared, pushing up the hem of his shirt. He raised his eyebrow at her.

“ You want it off then?”

She nodded confidently, smiling.

“ All of it?”

He let the question hang seductively in the air.

“ Oh yeah.”

She grinned wider. When he moved to take his shirt off she started unbuttoning her own.

“ Buffy…”

He stumbled, getting an eyeful of her delectable tits.

“Yesss?”

She purred, shedding her blouse. He gulped audibly.

“ If you…” he cleared his throat, rallying. “ If you take off your clothes I will not be able to keep myself from ravishing you. Thoroughly.”

Damn William and his gentlemanly notions! They popped up at the most inconvienient times.

I am not a gentleman!

Spike thought sourly. But alas, he was – when it came to love. William remained a part of him, however hard he tried to smother the ponce.

“Oh.”

Buffy flushed prettily, taking his meaning. She wasn’t quite ready for unrestrained Spike yet. She just wanted to play right now, enjoying each other without any pressure. But boys were always in such a hurry… She sighed, thinking.

“ Well, give me your shirt then.”

He looked at her blankly.

“ Give me your shirt.” She repeated slowly. “I wanna be comfortable, and my clothes are all…bindy. You take your clothes off, I keep some on. See? Perfect compromise. I get to play, you get to enjoy – and nobody get ravished.”

“ But what if I want to ravish you?”

He pouted, clearly unconvinced. She shook her head in the negative.

“ Too bad, Mister man. You’re just gonna have to wait your turn.”

He grumbled at this, but took his shirt off and handed it to her. He was just reaching for his boxers when she unzipped her jeans and began sliding them off. Well, she didn’t expect him not to watch did she? He wasn’t insane… For a moment there she was all but naked in nothing but a matching set of sheer glimmery underwear. He could see her nipples perfectly and the dark curls of her sex. Unclothed the scent of her arousal filled the air like perfume. His cock throbbed painfully against his belly.

She had no idea what she was askin’ of him right now. Restrain himself? With her? Christ! The chit expected bloody miracles. He growled low in his throat in protest, but sat back on the bed in surrender all the same. Buffy pulled his black tee over her head and flipped her silky blonde hair out of the neck. God, she was perfection. She made his plain t-shirt look like the sexiest lingerie he’d ever seen. He sighed lustfully and pulled off his boxers, her slave once more.

She crawled onto the bed and sat next to him, cross-legged. With practiced ease she did the infamous girly bra trick and pulled it out one sleeve, tossing it over her shoulder.

“ Ta da.”

She said, grinning mischievously.

“ Oh, that is so unfair. You in my shirt, no bra and those tiny little knickers? And you expect me to control m’self… Whaddya think I am, woman - made of steel?”

She eyed him archly.

“ Do I have to tie you up?”

“ Don’t say things like that, Pet.” He chuckled ruefully. “ You’re not helping matters. Though I do have a pair of shackles about, if you’re really interested.”

She seemed to pause and consider this.

“ Maybe later - If you’re a good boy. Now lie back and close your eyes.”

“ I should’ve known you were a top. Bloody control freak…”

But he smiled when he said it and lay down obediently.

The first lick caught him off guard. Her tongue was warm and lusciously wet as it traced his neck up to his ear. She scraped his earlobe with her teeth and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. He stifled a groan.

She is in serious trouble after this.

Buffy found the curve where his shoulder and neck met and gave him a sharp sucking bite there. He shuddered and moved to pull her down to him, wanting to capture her mouth. His eyes flew open in surprise when she pinned his hands to the bed roughly.

“ No touching.”

She commanded. He growled back at her willfully.

“ Do you want me to stop?”

She arched a perfect brow at him.

“ No.”

He finally admitted.

“ Well then. No touching.”

He grumbled a bit, but put his hands down at his sides, clenching his fists in frustration.

“ You’re gonna pay for this later, Pet.”

He threatened, closing his eyes again. She smirked.

“ We’ll see.”

She was thoroughly enjoying being in control for a change. Her life had been full of men that decided they knew what was best for her. Her father, Giles, the Council, Angel, and more recently; Riley. She was damn tired of it. Giles she trusted, and lately they seemed to have formed more of a partnership, working side by side. But the rest of them could go straight to Hell. She was taking control of herself and her own life, right now. From the looks of things she found the perfect partner to do that with. Finally a man that was willing to let her be in charge for once. And she did so love getting him to submit.

She grinned wickedly and bent back to her work - tracing the hollow of his collarbone with her tongue and then moving lower to capture a pale pink nipple in her mouth. He rewarded her with a small moan, and she sucked harder rolling the other one in between her fingers - just as he had once done to her. It was a very effective technique; she should thank him for that later. She leaned over him switching sides, using her teeth to nip and scrape over them roughly. He was panting raggedly now and she could feel his erection pulsing against her stomach.

God, she was killing him. Working his nipples like that – how did she know? And he could feel the unfettered fullness of her breasts brushing him every time she moved. It was driving him mad not to be able to reach under the loose fabric of her shirt and take them in his hands. He was burning permanent crescent marks into his palms he was clenching his fists so tightly. Spike didn’t know how much longer he could last. But he really, really did not want her to stop.

When she licked down to his belly and paused briefly to dip her tongue into his navel he almost lost control. He couldn’t remember ever being this aroused before. The combination of her sweet inexperience and uninhibited playfulness was a heady cocktail. Oh, the things he could show her. All the things he dreamed about were on the verge of happening. He couldn’t wait to make her come… He cut off that train of thought before it got him into trouble. He was about to lose it as it was, he didn’t need any naughty thinking spurring him along.

Buffy bypassed his cock in favor of his tasty looking hipbones, tracing the outline of each carefully. Then positioned herself between his legs to trace the inside of each thigh. She stopped over his femoral artery to give him a long tingling hickey. She could feel him trembling to contain himself, to hold back. It made her giddy with excitement.

Finally someone gave her a chance to see what she could do. And she was loving every minute of it. She situated herself comfortably in front of him and waited for him to open his eyes, which he did after a minute – looking at her curiously. She really wanted him to see this…

“Christ! Buffy!”

He cried out when she took him into her mouth. She sucked him from the mid-point of the shaft to the head then swirled her tongue around the tip as she pulled back. Taking it out of her mouth she flicked her tongue along the sides and then up again. Sucking in just the head, then out to lick the shaft. She repeated a pattern of leisurely sucks and licks until his cock was glossy with her saliva and he was panting raggedly. He was completely at her mercy now and it made her feel powerful - like a goddess. His reaction to her turned her on terribly. Her panties were wet through, and she was beginning to long for her own release. It felt delicious to delay it, to draw everything out until the last uncontrollable minute. And it was all at her whim.

And she licked him from his balls to the head of his cock then took him into her mouth as far as she could. His body arched toward her and he roared out in pleasure. It was a gorgeous animal howl that sent tingling shocks to her nipples and a rush of fluid into her panties. Made all the more gratifying by the knowledge that she was responsible. She was making him feel like this, could do this to a man. It almost made up for not being a Slayer anymore.

She was about to go in for the kill when she felt his hands on her drawing her upwards.

“ Please, Baby…need to touch you. Can’t take it anymore…”

She loved the husky pleading tone in his voice. And she was hungry for his touch. She crawled up Spike’s body and sat astride him, planting herself firmly on top of his raging erection. He groaned loudly.

“You wanna touch me?”

She asked seductively. Spike nodded, unable to speak for longing. Buffy stripped off her shirt and leaned forward to kiss him.

“ Then touch me.”

She whispered against his mouth. He growled and wrapped his hands in her hair kissing her ravenously. He could feel her everywhere. The hot silk of her naked body pressed against him from neck to groin. Nothing between them but a tiny scrap of diaphanous fabric. He pushed up into her and ground his hard cock into the saturated cloth. She moaned and sat up to slide suggestively against him, rubbing her wetness along his full length.

“ Tryin’ ta kill me, Slayer…”

He ground out roughly. Then he pulled her down to him and flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion.

“ My turn.”

He rasped, burying his face in her neck. He licked over the scars that others had left, growling possessively. Nipping her playfully but not drawing blood. There’d be time enough for that when she asked him for it. Somehow he knew that she would…sooner or later. He licked up her neck to behind her ear, when he found a small sensitive spot in the hollow she moaned and shivered, breaking out in little goosebumps.

He thought, licking a path from her neck to her cleavage. The little goosebumps followed him all the way down. It was tremendously gratifying. He secured a nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, when he captured the other one between his fingers and rolled it slowly she gasped and arched into his mouth.

“Like that, Kitten? Just wait…”

He chuckled sinisterly and continued his attentions to her breasts. Before she had time to think his hand snaked its way over her belly and into her panties. He slid his middle finger over her slick lips and parted them to find the hidden rosebud of her clit. With one nipple still in his mouth he pressed down in gentle circles on her sweet spot, while stars began to appear in her field of vision. She whimpered helplessly. The man went right for the money, no messing around.

He thought with satisfaction as Buffy panted beneath his hands.

He switched to the other nipple and slid his finger deftly within her. She was the tightest, hottest thing he’d ever felt. And she was so wet for him, so ready. He ached to be inside of her. But not yet… He had plans.

Spike was grinning from ear to ear, having the time of his life. This had to be the best day of his entire existence – alive or dead. Here was Buffy, his golden goddess – spread out before him, panting hotly and soon to be calling his name. It didn’t get much better. He could honestly say he had never been happier; with the possible exception of the moment she told him she loved him.

Oh yeah. At least twice.

When he slid another finger in she let out a throaty cry of pleasure and thrust her hips to meet his hand. He moved down her body to taste her, the sharp scent of her arousal calling to him. Peeling off her little panties he set his mouth to work. He spread her lips apart with his thumbs and buried himself in her saturated sex. It was sheer fucking Heaven, the taste and smell of her surrounded him. He could almost come right now without even touching himself.

She slid her legs over his shoulders, her thighs pressed against his ears as her hands tangled themselves in his hair. How many nights had he dreamt of this very thing, stroking himself alone in the dark? And this was even better, so much better, than all his lurid imaginings. He could never have conjured up the taste of her, both sweet and tart at the same time, or the musky perfume of her scent. It made him hungrier than ever for her. He wanted to eat her alive, swallow her whole. He felt ravenous for the very essence of her self.

He licked her gently exploring every satiny inch of flesh, taking pleasure in the taste of her. Spreading her wide he bared her clit and attacked it with his tongue. In only a few minutes Spike felt her thighs starting to twitch in the tell tale sign of impending orgasm. He smiled with a deep sense of satisfaction. Wetting his fingers with her slick juices he slid two inside of her, angling for her g-spot. She shrieked her pleasure when he found it and clenched her thighs around him. Fortunately he had no need for air. He flicked her clit with hummingbird speed and felt her orgasm build until it broke over him like a wave. She screamed his name as she came, her inner muscles wringing his fingers with each contraction. He savored the rush of fluid that came with her climax, drinking her in. It was almost better than blood.

On his knees before her he used his fingers to their best advantage, drawing out her orgasm into waves of multiples. She rewarded him with a sharp cry of gratification and wailed again as another climax hit her. He moved above her to capture her cries of pleasure in his mouth, as if drinking them in. She kissed him violently and bucked up to meet the thrusts of his hand. He knew she would be like this, just knew it. She was as untamed and ferally passionate as he ever hoped for.

She took him by surprise when she grasped his erection and began stroking him fiercely.

He gasped and moaned her name into her mouth.

“ God, Buffy…”

“ Want you to come, Baby. Want you to feel so good…the way you make me feel.”

She rasped, panting. Her hand was warm and insistent on his neglected prick. He couldn’t bring himself to stop her. Didn’t want to. He responded by pressing his fingers into her g-spot again, caressing it from the inside. She came again immediately, sobbing with the intensity of it. She squeezed him with each contraction but never stopped stroking him.

Buffy pulled away from him suddenly and angled herself down his body to capture his hard length in her mouth. She wasn’t about to let him go wanting, not when he’d just given her the most intense pleasure of her life. She’d never experienced anything remotely close to this. It was incredible.

She sucked Spike’s beautiful cock all the way into her mouth, enjoying the taste of him and the satiny texture of his skin. She wanted him to feel all the pleasure he’d given her and more. Buffy was determined to give him the orgasm of his unlife. It was the least she could do…

He couldn’t believe the cock sucking he was getting from her. The girl had natural talent. Her hot wet mouth worked him over feverishly. And the way she was moaning right now, like she loved it – not like it was her turn, or she was just trying to get him off as quickly as possible. She acted like there was nothing else in the world she’d rather be doing. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to be inside of her so much, but felt helpless against the onslaught of her wicked mouth and tongue. There was only one thing that would make this better.

Spike pulled Buffy’s lower body up to him and dropped her artfully onto his mouth. She gasped as her sensitized flesh came into contact with his cool wet tongue, but she didn’t stop.

He captured her clit in his mouth and sucked it gently for a moment before sliding his whole tongue inside of her. Buffy thought she would die from the pleasure of it and let out a strangled cry around his cock.

He lashed her mercilessly, arm wrapped around her waist holding her tight. Buffy felt her Universe start to spin like a tilt-a-whirl and doubled her efforts, adding her hand beneath her mouth.

“ Fuck, Buffy don’t stop!”

She devoured him ravenously anticipating his pleasure, wanting it. Wanting all of him. Needing to taste him and satisfy him in a way that was almost primal. She took him deeply into her throat and used her tongue to swirl around the shaft focusing on the head on the up stroke. She felt his whole body stiffen as his orgasm came on and she clamped down sucking for all she was worth. Spike shouted out her name and came in her mouth with an unearthly howl. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. She expected him to stop pleasuring her then, but he didn’t. He covered her sensitive clit with his mouth and licked it gently until she joined him in that blissful chaos, moaning his name as she drank in the last of him.

Finally they rolled apart, covered in each other’s sweat and fluids and very deeply satisfied.

For the moment.

Chapter Thirty One ~ Wicked Game