Chapter Twenty-Six: Made For Each Other

His duster fell to the floor, and he quickly pulled off his t-shirt, enjoying the way her eyes traveled down his body. He leaned back down, nipping at her lips. “Is this what you want?” He asked, grinding his swollen, jean clad member on her covered center.

“Yes.” She replied in a whisper.

He slid the sweater from her, and her nipples were apparent through the white camisole. He groans, and his head went down to gently bite the hard buds through the fabric.

She moaned aloud, her hands making their way into his wet tousled hair. He reached for the hem of the small covering, and pushed it up, revealing her bare breasts. He began tasting them, savoring them.

Buffy pulled the camisole from her body and tossed it to the side. She then kicked off her sneakers, as Spike worked on her breasts. Her body lifted from the bed in pleasure.

“Please, Spike…just do it.” She needed him.

“Are you sure, Buffy?” It was rare that he spoke her name, and it was music to her ears.

She nodded slightly, and Spike stood and took off his boots and socks. Buffy sat up on her elbows, and watched and he reached for the button on his jeans. She sat up all the way, and reached for it herself, anxiously. She unbuttoned the metal button, and slid the zipper down in anticipation.

The moment she worked the jeans down, her hands grazing his ass, his cock sprang to life, nearly hitting her in the face. She loved that he always went commando. With a smile, she wrapped her hand around the thick and long member, and kissed the tip.

“You don’t have to love…” His words were breath, pleasure taking him over.

“I know.” She said, looking up at the lust and love of his face with a smile, then her tongue darted out, and licked him. Soon she was pumping him while taking him in and out of her mouth. His moans filled her ears, and it was like music. His fingers went into her hair, but he didn’t try to control her, he just ran them though her wet strands.

“Buffy, love…please…stop.” He ordered, and she looked up at him in surprise.

“Sorry, was it not good?” She asked with a smirk.

“You know very well it was bloody fantastic, but, I’d rather be inside of you.” He reached for the button on her jeans, and soon, she was before him, bare. He studied every curve, every beauty mark, and she blushed under his gaze. “No need to be embarrassed. I never want to forget you beauty.”

She moved so her head was resting on the pillow, and Spike slid between her legs, awaiting her acceptance. She spread her legs, and his chest was against hers. The head of his dick pressed her slick outside, struggling with its entrance.

“So…bloody…tight.” He fought to get in, but gently, and soon with a small gasp from the petite blonde, he was inside.

He rocked in and out, slowly at first, allowing Buffy to adjust to his side. “So…fucking…big. Is that…normal?” She questioned, obliviously.

He quickened his pace, and Buffy began moaning aloud. “Buffy, God…” He breathed.

“Spike…I’ve never…felt so…perfect.” She said between each groan. Her legs went up at his thrust into her, her feet pulling him closer by his ass, and she returned every thrust. “Need you…to…fill me.” And he did, causing her to whimper, and sigh louder.

His lips went back to hers, but their eyes were open, pouring love into one another. He felt himself tighten as she did, and together they climaxed.

“Spike…oh…” She moaned.

“Bloody hell…perfect.” He collapsed onto her chest, and she held him tightly.

They caught their breath in each other’s hold and Spike lay beside Buffy.

“That was amazing.” She said.

“You’re the best at what you do.” He said.

“Funny thing is, I barely knew what I was doing. I just followed my instinct.” She turned to her side, pulling the quilt over her and Spike’s body.

Spike moved to spoon her, and with a little wiggle of her hips, he was hard again. “Bloody hell.” He said.

Buffy lifted her leg, stretching it until it was behind him. This gave him easy access to pound into her once more. Holding her leg in place, Spike entered her with less difficulty reveling in the feel of her cavern engulfing him.

Their moans filled the room, once more. Spike’s hands found Buffy’s breasts, and he massaged her gently.

She moaned, and met each plunge with equal urgency. They were made for each other.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Surprise



There was a loud pounding on the front door, which roused Buffy from the best slumber she had in weeks. Spike’s arms were secure around her waist as he spooned her, the bed sheets covering their nudity. The pounding has desisted, but the phone suddenly rang out.



She reached over and picked it up from the nightstand, turning to face the sleeping man at her side. “Hello?” She questioned with a yawn.



“Ms. Summers, the locksmith will be here in forty-five minutes.” The greasy manager informed her.



With a sigh and a ‘thank you,’ Buffy hung up the phone. The clock on the nightstand read, 9AM. She missed part of school the day before, and now she was missing a whole day. Her hand swept over Spike’s tousled hair. It was all worth it.



“Spike…” She shook him gently, but she was sure he could sleep through a hurricane.



“Buffy…” He whispered, rolling on his back, and exposing his naked torso.



She smiled, and straddled him, his morning wood pressing against her thigh. She leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, and then his lips.



He moaned, his eyes fluttering open, a smile spreading across his face. “Good morning, luv.” She looked like a goddess, his goddess. Her hair was a bit out of place, but it still looked beautiful, and her breasts…he leaned up and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He licked and sucked it, eliciting a moan from her.



“The…locksmith will…be here…in a little…” She began, but when her naked pelvis began grinding against his member, it wasn’t long before she was gliding herself onto is shaft. They whimpered in unison, joining as one.



Buffy started riding him slowly, back and forth, and Spike’s hands took their place on her hips, guiding her. Soon she was bouncing up and down, and Spike was spouting off.



“Fuck…Buffy, luv…you’re fucking glorious…you fucking…oh yeah…like that, pet…ride me till I cum baby, ride me…”



Buffy milked his cock with ease, and tenderness, her thrusts long, and they peaked together. She rested against his sweaty chest, panting, and caught a glimpse of the clock on the nightstand.



“Shit!” She jumped up, and ran into the bathroom.



“What’s the problem?” Spike asked, standing and making his way to the door. He smiled at the sight of naked Buffy getting under the spray of the shower through the clear glass that surrounded it.



“We have to hurry…the locksmith in going to be here in ten minutes.” Buffy replied, rubbing hotel soap on her body.



“It’ll be faster if we both go in together, pet.” He suggested, a seductive smile on his face.



“We’ll just end up in here for another half hour, and we’ll be stuck here for another day.” She said.



“And what’s the problem with that, luv?” He questioned.



“We have school, Spike, and if my mother finds out about…us…I don’t know.” She said and she washed the shampoo out of her hair.



As she stepped out of the shower, he grabbed her wrist harshly. “And what exactly is going on between us?”



She snatched her wrist from his hold. “It’s a little to soon to establish titles and shit.”



“I’ve been after you for two months, and now that I’ve had a taste, don’t think that I’m giving it up, luv. You’re mine, I’ve branded you.” He touched her shoulder blade, where he left a dark purple hickie and bite marks.



Buffy rushed to the mirror and saw. “Spike! You asshole, how am I going to get rid of this?” She shouted.



Spike just shrugged, and got under the spray of the shower. “I hate showering after making love to you, pet. I’d rather smell like your sweetness.” His words were followed by a “Bloody hell!” as Buffy flushed the toilet.



*



“Your father called while you were gone, wanted you to know that they’d be back for Thanksgiving. You guys will be joining us here.” Joyce said, as Spike and Buffy sat on the living room couch, on the farthest corners away from each other.



Buffy had changed upon her arrival at the Summers’ residence, a black tee, and blue jeans covering every bite and hickie donated by Spike. The ride home was quiet, distant. Something had changed in that motel room, and she hoped that Spike still felt the same way about her.



Spike could only describe the relationship as a roller coaster on her part. She was sweet one second, than she turned into the bitch of Bitchdonia. Sure, he loved her, but he had to find a way to make her see that it wouldn’t change. Nothing would change.



After a half an hour of chatter with Joyce, Buffy walked Spike to the porch. It was already dark out, since Joyce insisted that Spike stay for a while, and eat dinner.



“Your mum is great.” He said, as the silence filtered around them.



“So you’ve said.” Her arms crossed her chest. “Listen…about earlier…it’s not that I want to hide our relationship…I just want to take things at a slow pace.”



“So this is a relationship?” He questioned.



“If you want it to be…” She looked toward the night sky, at the stars were shining brightly with the full moon.



Spike stepped closer to her, and his hands went to her waist. Her attention turned back to him, and she leaned up as he dipped low, and captured her lips.



“I love you.” She whispered against him, surprising them both.



He looked into her eyes, his hands making their way up to cup her chin. “I love you too, Buffy.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Need



He watched as she made her way to her locker. Her hips swayed and she was oblivious to his following pools. He sauntered over and subtly stood behind her.



Buffy searched her locker for Hamlet, but the book was nowhere to be found. Figuring she left it home, she shut the door and turned, only to be backed against the locker by Spike. “What are you doing?” She asked nervously, as he brushed his lips over hers, his body leaning against her.



“Morning to you too, luv.” His voice was husky, driven by desire.



Out of the corner of her eye, Buffy spotted Drusilla, Faith, and Angel coming down the hall. She gently pushed Spike at arms length, and let out a sigh. “We need to keep this under wraps.” She said softly, looking into his eyes.



Spike glanced from her pleading hazel orbs, to the trio making their way toward them. “My place after school?” He asked, understanding her rejection.



“After the gallery, around seven,” she replied. “With your dad gone, Mom needs extra help, so Dawn joined in, too.” Buffy said, a smile crossing her face as she thought about how excited her sister was to be working her first job.



“I could help out, too…” Spike offered, his suggestion cut off by Drusilla’s arrival near them.



The pale brunette circled around the blonde couple, Faith and Angel watching. “Spike glows now, all shiny and bright, like his sunshine.” She looked at Buffy and reached out to touch her hair.



Buffy grabbed the fragile limb, before it could touch her, pushing it away, roughly. “Next time I break it.”



The petite blonde had rage in her eyes, and Spike got between the two women. “Leave us alone, Dru. You have your big brooding hero, and the big bad bitch to keep you company.” He said, referring to Angel and Faith.



Upon contact from Buffy’s grip and Spike’s defense, Drusilla could feel the connection. “They’ve been making love like wild animals roaming…over and over, up and down. So warm and tight.”



Buffy’s face fell, as Drusilla let out a low giggle, that dripped with wickedness.



“Shut up, Dru.” Spike warned.



“Buffy wouldn’t stoop so low.” Angel stepped forward to face off Spike, pulling Drusilla out of his way.



“She shagged you…waste of her bloody time.” They stared at each other, and it looked as though another fight would break out.



“That’s enough!” Buffy shouted, pushing the two apart. “I’m no trophy.” She looked at Faith and Drusilla. “I’m no toy. I don’t know what the hell you people are up to, but I don’t want to be part of it. We don’t want to be part of it.” She reached out and took Spike’s hand, pulling him down the hall with her.



“Way to keep it under wraps, luv.” Spike said with a smirk.



“Shut up.” She muttered.



*



They entered lunch together, and all eyes seemed to follow them. It was a little known fact that Faith, Drusilla, and Angel were not the only ones present for Buffy’s explosion. Cordelia had been by her locker and listened to the whole thing. By lunch, everyone knew, even the science club.



When Buffy and Spike reached their table, Willow, Xander, Oz, and Anya stopped whispering, and looked up at them with wide smiles.



“Hey guys, lovely day, that’s what we were talking about…how nice the weather is…not about how you and Spike are together and hid it from us.” Willow babbled.



“I didn’t hide it.” Buffy said, taking her seat. “And we’re not official.”

Spike gave her a look of disappointment as he sat beside her. “The whole bloody school knows by now…where did you hear it from.”

“Not to worry you or anything, but…Andrew called me from the middle school and let me know.” Anya said happily. “How were those orgasms…I’ve heard wonderful tales.”

Buffy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. “That means Dawn knows, which means soon…”



“You mother is going to find out.” Xander finished for her.



“She’s going to have a heart attack.” Buffy panicked.



“I don’t know, she seems cool with Spike.” Oz attempted to comfort, earning a smile from Willow.



“I don’t know…my mother tends to get a little wiggy when a new guy comes into my life.” Buffy sighed for what seemed like the fiftieth time that day.



“Don’t worry Buffy, we have your back.” Willow patted the blonde’s hand.



“I’ll walk you to the gallery and see if I can help out with anything, plus see if your mum wants to have a chat with me.” Spike offered.



He gave her a small smile that made her fill with warmth and comfort. He gently rubbed her back, and she put her head back allowing the pleasure to run through her. She wanted him. She needed him. She couldn’t live without him. Joyce Summers would understand.

 

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Love



Spike parked the Desoto in front of The Gallery on Main Street. Buffy sat on the passenger’s side, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her jacket.



“You ready, pet?” He questioned softly.



“As ready as I’ll ever be.” She replied with a tight smile.



Spike got out of the car, and opened Buffy’s door for her, taking her hand as they walked to the entrance of the small shop.



“She seems to like me, right?” He questioned worriedly.



Buffy smiled genuinely. “I wouldn’t be able to understand her reasons for now.” She leaned in and brushed her lips to his.



Just as their kiss began deepening, the door to the shop opened, Joyce standing behind it.



“You are so busted.” Dawn said, standing beside her mother, her arms crossed over her chest, a smile on her face.



“Buffy, Spike…isn’t this a surprise?” Joyce said, smiling at the wide-eyed teenagers.



“Mom, we were just…” She couldn’t find the words to explain as she and Spike stepped into the shop.



“Playing tonsil hockey.” Dawn finished for her.



Buffy stared daggers into the mini version of herself, who just happened to be taller.



“No need to explain, Buffy. You’re going to be eighteen, and Spike’s already eighteen. I have no control over your actions. Just be careful.” Joyce said, her smile warming the group.



“Why are you being so cool about this?” Buffy asked curiously.



“I like Spike…I saw this coming from a mile away.” Joyce looked at the bleach blonde, who instantly pointed at himself with a questioning look on his face. The older Summers woman nodded happily.



“Mom!” Buffy whined. “I didn’t even like Spike for myself until a couple of weeks ago.”



“Hey!” Spike yelled.



“From what I hear, she likes you A LOT, now.” Dawn said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.



“Hey!” Buffy yelled.



“Excuse me?” Joyce asked, a worried _expression crossing her features.



“Uh-oh.” Buffy said.



“Buffy, Spike…in my office.” Joyce pointed to the back of the gallery. “I want to know what form of contraceptives you two have been using.”



“Bloody hell!” Spike exclaimed.



*



After three hours of sex talk, a queasy Buffy sat in Spike’s living room, waiting for him to clean his room. It had been embarrassing to sit in her mother’s office, Spike at her side, discussing the birth control she was taking. Of course, they lied and explained that they used a condom with it.



Thoughts came into Buffy’s mind, “What if I get pregnant? Will Spike be upset, or happy? Would I keep it?” She ignored the nagging, and was set free from her mind by her name on Spike’s tongue.



“You can come up now, pet.”



Buffy made her way up both flights to be greeted by candlelight, and Spike, standing by the bed with a wide smile. He had caught her by surprise, and she was glad that she was able to convince her mother that she was sleeping over Willow’s for the night. “Wow.”



“You like?” He asked.



She stepped forward, making her way over to him, her arms encircling his neck. “I love.” She replied.



“Buffy, you’ve made me what I am right now. Full of love and hope…I never thought I could feel this way. You’ve made me a better man.” He said softly, their lips nearing.



“You believed in yourself enough. It wasn’t just me. You wanted to be a better man and you can be…you are.”



Their lips touched, and they were lost in a pit of emotion. Slowly and casually, with a tenderness that was above all, Spike laid Buffy on her back on his bed. He leisurely slid off her clothing, licking and kissing every inch of her. He started with her toes, sucking and licking each one after removing her Adidas, and socks. He unbuttoned her jeans next, sliding them off and throwing them to the side on the floor.



He made his way up, sucking her ankles, kissing her calves, and making a trail up her thighs. He stopped briefly at her sex, placing loud kiss, and slowly moving his tongue up her lips. He thrashed her clit, earning whimpers from her lips, her body writhing against his mouth. He stopped before she could climax, hoping to save it till they could enjoy the moment together.



Dipping his tongue into her belly button, and paying little attention to her rose buds, he finally met her stare. He was lost in a valley of green, blue, and brown. He wanted to remain lost in her forever.



She timidly reached for the button on his pants, unzipping them slowly. She pulled them down, again happy for his lack of underwear. He reached for the hem of his shirt, careful not to put his full weight on her, and pulled it off. Their flesh met, melting together as one.



“Buffy…”He could barely speak by the sensation of her small curves against his sculpted body.



“Make love to me.” She whispered.



He took her lips gently, sucking softly, and entered her. He set a calm rhythm, looking deep into her eyes as they continued their lip lock.



He separated for a moment, in order to breathe. “You are so…bloody beautiful. I’ll never leave you, Buffy. You’re…my world.”



“I love you.” She said, moaning as he continued his slow force.



“I love you too, baby. Forever…”
 

Chapter Thirty: Never



A week after everyone was informed of Buffy and Spike’s relationship, Giles and Jenny were on their way back to Sunnydale from New York City for Thanksgiving dinner. Buffy, Spike, and Dawn all stood by the terminal, awaiting the couple’s arrival.



“Are you happy they’re, like, coming back?” Dawn questioned.



“In part.” Spike replied, eyeing Buffy seductively, his arms around her waist.



“Ew…I just witnessed Spike giving you sex eyes.” Dawn crinkled her nose in disgust.



Buffy could only roll her eyes at her little sister. “You were big into telling Mom that Spike and I are doing the nasty, so live with it.”



Just as Spike was about to voice his opinion on the situation, Giles and Jenny exited the plane, a timid woman around twenty-one with long wavy brown hair, and glasses, following close behind them.



Buffy was forgotten as Spike went forward to greet his parents and embrace the lady. “Mum, Dad, I’ve missed you both.” He moved to the girl, hugging her tightly. “Fred! It’s been so long, too long. What a surprise?”



“We haven’t seen each other in a year, and we spoke on the phone last night…it hasn’t been that long.” The tall, thin girl responded with a slight Southern accent.



Buffy felt a twinge of jealousy rise, rage filling her eyes. She was close to exploding with envy.



Fred noted the obvious anger that crossed the short girl’s features. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”



“Oh right,” Spike turned toward Buffy. “Buffy, luv, this is my stepsister Winifred. She’s a student at Columbia University, and decided to surprise me. This is Buffy’s sister Dawn.”



“Stepsister?” Buffy and Dawn questioned at the same time, in shock.



“It’s so nice to meet ya’ll. Spike’s told me so much about you, Buffy.” Fred grinned at the girl with the funny name, noting the pride on her stepbrother’s face. ‘She’s a keeper.’



*



Buffy watched from the living room’s entrance, as Fred sat on the couch in the living room, chatting with the Scoobies. Joyce, Giles, and Jenny were in the dining room and kitchen, preparing the table, while Dawn and Andrew were upstairs in Dawn’s room, playing Crash Bandicoot.



Spike appeared at her side, a smile on his face. “What are you think about, luv?” He asked.



I can’t believe that you have a sister…two sisters…stepsisters, and you didn’t tell me.” She looked up, wondering if he had any other secrets.



“Fred and Illyria lived down South with their father…Jenny’s first husband. He was a right bastard when Jenny applied for divorce. Instead of fighting for the children and putting them through a lot of shit, Jenny gave them up in order to leave her husband. She saw them as often as possible, and when she and my dad got together, they came to visit and became my family. Fred’s a sweetheart, always concerned for others, and a smart one. Illyria’s a bit more…complicated. She’s like me. The bint’s got blue streaks in her hair and fancies leather. She’s also one hell of a fighter.” Spike explained.



“She give you a run for your money?” Buffy asked.



“Every summer that she came to visit with Fred. She was going to join us, as well, but she’s a very powerful woman at a small company in New York, and with her it’s always, “Conquer all…” and “I need no one’s attention.” She’s not a very soft person. She’s a shell of Fred. The protective covering, while Fred’s all heart.” Spike watched his sister with pride.



“I hope you’re that proud of me.” Buffy said with a slight frown.



“Always, baby.” He nuzzled her neck gently.



“Children, dinner.” Giles called out from the dining room, smiling at the sight of the young couple.



*



“We’re going to start with Giles, and go around the entire table saying what we’re thankful for.” Joyce suggested.



“I’m thankful for this dinner, my wonderful family, and new friends.” Giles smiled brightly at all those that surrounded him.



“I’m thankful for my friends and family, as well. I’m especially happy that Fred was able to join us. I missed her dearly. I just wish Illyria was here with us.” Jenny said with a slight smile.



“I’m thankful for my wonderful children, and new friends. I hope that we’ll be able to have many days like this.” Joyce smiled warmly.



“Let’s just say that everyone is grateful for their friends and family. Also, Anya you’re my most cherished possession, no matter how outspoken you are. And the food…never forget the food. The food is what makes this day worthwhile.” Xander put a hand over the girl beside him.



“I am thankful for all 675 orgasms that Xander has been able to give me, and the love we share. Also, my little monkey brother, Andrew, and Tucker too, who can’t be here because he’s not very well behaved, and has deep rooted issues.” Anya said with pride, earning grins, snickers, and shakes of heads from everyone (Giles mostly).



“I am most thankful for Dawn a typical American teenager. Bubbly and sweet with a hunger for fun and a smile that lights up the room. I’d also like to give a shout out to my brother Tucker, who couldn’t join us-” Andrew said.



“You are so weird.” Dawn interrupted. “Anyway, I’m grateful for this night, getting a chance to spend it with those I care about most.”



“I’m grateful for the Native Americans that have suffered through so much-“



“Willow…” Buffy warned.



“Sorry…I’m just thankful for all of you, a-and Oz.”



“I second that and switch it to Willow’s name.” Oz smiled.



All eyes fell on Fred. “I’m thankful to meet so many wonderful people. I never knew that Sunnydale was full of such life and love.”



After all the “Awes” it was Spike’s turn. “I never really had much to be thankful for,” his eyes fell on Buffy, “but this years is different…better…perfect. I can only say that Buffy is my light, my sun, my moon, and I’m thankful for the chance to love her.”



Buffy stood with tears in her eyes, and leaned over to place a chaste kiss on his lips. It was the first kiss that was witnessed by everyone. “Spike…you’ve become so much in so little time. I can’t thank you enough for opening my eyes to see what a good person you truly are. I’ll never stop loving you.”



It was her vow, her promise, and he could see it was the truth in her eyes.



“Enough with the mushy, let’s get to the food.” Xander said, accepting the couple for the first time.

Chapter Thirty-One: Conviction



Three weeks later:



Buffy was bent over on her knees and elbows, as Spike banged her from behind. She cried out in pleasure/pain, relishing in every movement.



“Oh, Spike…harder.” She breathed, and he quickened his pace.



The sound of his balls smacking against her ass, his thighs against the back of hers, filled the room. He gripped her waist, with bruising fingers, and watched her ass jiggle as he pounded into her.



“God, Buffy…so bloody perfect.” Spike groaned.



She moans became louder, and as she convulsed, Spike released with her. She lay flat on her stomach, and he collapsed on top of her. They panted together, catching their breath.



“That was…wow…yeah definitely, a wow.” Buffy said.



“I’ll second that.” Spike agreed. He glanced at the clock. “Mum and Dad won’t be back for another hour. Want a shower?”



“Together?” A sly smile slid across her features.



“Is their anything better?” He took her hand and led her down the stairs to the bathroom.



Fred was out on a date with Wesley, the librarian at Sunnydale High, and Giles and Jenny were at an art opening across town with Joyce. Thanks to Anya’s suggestion to allow Dawn sleep over her house to hang out with Andrew for once, Buffy was able to slip away.



Buffy put her arms around Spike’s neck as they stood under the warm spray of the water. “Still upset that Fred is leaving tomorrow?” She asked. She’d grown close to the quiet girl with the last few weeks, and hated to see her go herself.



“A bit, but she has school. Maybe we could join her and Illyria during the summer for a month or two.” He suggested.



“I’d like that…New York. All the lights and tall buildings.” Buffy said, as Spike lifted her in his arms, and brought her down on his throbbing member. She sighed upon his entrance, and moved against him rhythmically.



*



Dawn stood at the front door of the Giles’ residence, and rang the bell again. Andrew stood beside her, a worried _expression on his face.



“Try the doorknob.” He suggested, crossing his arms around his chest, and shifting his feet.



Dawn did, and it instantly turned, allowing them to enter the house. From the bottom of the first landing, she could hear the shower running. “Come on. Maybe Spike’s in there, we have to tell him.”



“Where could Buffy be?” Andrew questioned, following the girl up the stairs, and she shrugged in response.



Dawn knocked hard on the bathroom door, and got no response. “You have the same thing Spike has, Andrew. Go in.” She ordered.



“I’m not going in there!” Andrew blushed.



“Don’t be such a wimp.” Dawn said.



“I’ll go in if you go.” He said.



“This isn’t a game, we have to let him know. This is an emergency.” Dawn said, exasperated.



“On the count of three.” Andrew stood his ground, grabbing Dawn’s arm with one hand, and reaching for the door with the other. As he opened it, the water shut off, and standing on the tile floor, soaking wet, was a naked Spike and Buffy, tangled in a kiss.



“Is it supposed to be that big? Cause if it is, I feel bad for Xander.” Dawn said, earning a yelp from Buffy as she jumped behind Spike.



“Bloody hell!” The Brit exclaimed, running to the door and slamming it.



“Dude…your sister’s totally hot.” Andrew drooled.



“You two better have a really good explanation for this, or I’m going to kill you. Actually, I may do that anyway.” Buffy called, and she hurried and put on Jenny’s robe. Spike put on his father’s and the two stepped out of the bathroom together to see the flushed teens with red cheeks.



“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Spike asked.



“It better not involve a video camera.” Buffy warned.



“No…it’s worse. Something happened Buffy. I’m not sure how, or who was involved, but there was an accident. Everyone’s on their way to the hospital, and Xander sent us to come get you two.” Dawn explained worriedly, forgetting the nakedness that she had witnessed.



“Is Mom okay?” Buffy asked.



“She the one who called…so yeah. I think it might be Giles or Jenny.” Andrew looked over at Spike’s fear stricken face.



“Give us a few to change, and we’ll be down in a bit.” Spike said.



Buffy followed her bleached lover up the stairs, and when he stripped off his robe, she rubbed his back to comfort him. “Everything will be fine. I’m here for you. I’m sure they’re both fine.”



For the first time, ever, Spike didn’t return her affection. “I hope so.” He left her standing there, and searched for something to wear, grabbing anything he could find.



*



Spike sat quietly in the hospital waiting room, beside Fred. She had tears in her eyes as she listened to the doctor speak.



“Your father is in with her now…It was a head on collision…I’m surprised he made it with only a few bruises.” Dr. Carter said.



“Who was driving the other car?” Fred asked, tears slipping down her cheeks.



“They were kids from Sunnydale High, Owen Wilson, and Ford Sterling. They were drunk, and your mother was driving. She didn’t have a chance to get out of the way.” He replied.



“Is s-she going to be okay?” Spike said, holding back is anger. He glanced at Buffy, who was across the room, being held by her mother. He was allowing his rage to push her. He didn’t want to, but couldn’t help it.



“We’re not sure…she’s in a coma. Even if she did awake, there’s a chance her brain won’t be functioning.” Dr. Carter explained.



“She’ll be a vegetable?” Fred questioned and received a nod. As the doctor excused himself, Fred collapsed on her stepbrother’s shoulder. “This isn’t fair.” She cried.



“I know, pet. I know…it’s going to be okay.” Spike tried convincing himself.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Always



“Jennifer Calendar-Giles was an intelligent, beautiful woman who lived for the moment. She was the heart of the household, the surrogate mother to my son…”



Buffy sat in the back row at Sunnydale Funeral Home, listening to Giles’ speech on his late wife. With Christmas only two days away, when they received the call saying Jenny’s vitals were down, the holiday spirit went out the window.



Buffy’s attention shifted to the bleach blonde, as he sat in the front row between Fred and Illyria. She had no idea how much pain he was in, but he had been avoiding her daily. When she called, he was sleeping, when she went over, he wasn’t feeling well, and when she tried to touch or kiss him, he pulled away. She was finally ready to consummate their relationship in words, and Jenny’s accident sent him running the other way.



After the service, Spike went into a limo with his family, as they took the body to a chapel for an hour, and then to the cemetery. He hadn’t spoken to Buffy much the last week. He was an emotional wreck and didn’t want to drag her down with him. When they gathered around the funeral plot, he felt alone. Fred was crying in Giles’ arms, and everyone seemed to be paired, except Buffy, Illyria, and Spike.



Illyria seemed made of stone, not bothering to shed one tear. Buffy knew Spike had cried in secret, attempting to be strong.



She stood slightly behind her mother and Dawn, her head down, watching her feet. Her long hair was down, flowing in the winter afternoon’s wind. She wore a black fitted turtleneck-sweater, a black calf-length skirt, and black boots. He felt need take him over, desire filled him, and he was bursting with love.



He was fighting so many emotions. His feelings for Buffy overwhelmed him, and the grief from losing Jenny was making him numb on the outside. He wanted to put his arms around her, cry on her shoulder, and kiss away her tears, but he couldn’t allow himself.



As the priest droned on, Spike watched her. Her own silent tears dropped down her cheeks, and she sniffled a little.



It seemed as though they’d been standing there for hours when all was said and done. The sun was setting and the crowd began acquitting. Buffy stood there, and watched as Spike stood alone.



Illyria was the last to pass her by. “His grief is deep. He may push you away in a moment of despair. Do you think you can love him?”



“I think I’ve loved him since he helped me in the woods that day.” Buffy replied honestly.



“Love was made to bring pain to the human race. I have not known love, nor would I allow it to take control of my life.” Illyria walked away, direct and rigid. Her eyes were so cold, haunting, and her words pierced Buffy.



Buffy slowly walked toward him, careful not to speak as he stared down at the fresh grave.



“I never knew how much she meant to me until I lost her.” Spike said, tears running down his cheeks.



“Spike…I know that you’re hurting, but let me make it better.” She reached out to touch him back, but he moved away as though she was fire.



“Can’t make it better…can’t bring her back. The only one that understood me is gone. She may not have given birth to me, but she was my mum.” He wrapped his arms tightly around his chest.



“I know, Spike. I understand…please don’t do this.” Buffy pleaded, tears caressing her eyes, again.



“Do what? What am I doing to you that is so fucking bad, pet? Does it hurt? Am I hurting you…all you did was hurt me. Ran around, playing games. You don’t like the game, luv?” His words were icy, hard, and mean.



“I know you don’t mean that, Spike. You’re angry cause Jenny’s gone, not because of me.” She took the chance, stepped to him, putting her arms around him tightly. She waited, hoped he’d respond.



He did, he broke down on the ground, bringing Buffy with him. He sobbed openly, and held her. “I-I can’t…she was barely there, but she was so good to me.” It was true that his parents were always away, but Jenny treated him like the child she never got a chance to really raise.



“Shhh…I’m here, Spike. Jenny’s still here, too. She’s in your heart, in those tears. Don’t cry for her. Embrace what’s happened to her, and let it show you that people come and go. But there will always be love. I love you.” She soothed him, caressing his back.



“”Please, don’t leave me.” He begged.



“How many times do I have to tell you, I’ll never go. They’ll have to pry me away from you, and even then I bet my arms would come off, which is pretty gross.” Buffy said, earning a small smile from Spike.



“Are you my girl, Buffy?”



“Always.”

Chapter Thirty-Three: Wrecked



Afraid to let her out of his sight for fear that she’d disappear Spike smothered her. He had to be near her, touch her, feel her, and kiss her, just for reassurance. He felt that he would go mad if he wasn’t inside of her.



Buffy took it, the rough sex, his need to feel. She became his relief from the stress that was surrounding him.



His grades were going down, Giles was a wreck, and Buffy was his excuse for not turning to the bottle. He held her tightly in his arms; he whispered words that she could never get tired of hearing.



“Buffy, luv, you’re my world. I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”



Her head rested on his sweaty chest, exhausted from the work out he’d given her. Her body ached from head to toe, but she gave in when his hand traveled through her hair, and slowly down her back. He was insatiable.



He could sense her stiffness. “What’s wrong, pet? Feeling a little too tumbled?” He questioned.



She moved on her back on his bed, and took a breath. “I’m willing to do whatever you want.” She replied simply.



He didn’t see the fun in that. “Since when did you become my sodding sex slave? I though it was the other way around.” A sly smirk approached his lips, but Buffy didn’t return it. “I’m kidding, luv.” He hovered over her, making his way down the valley of her breasts, and dipping his tongue in her navel. “I’ll make it feel all better.” He offered, reaching her mound.



“You don’t have to-oh…” She arched off the bed when his tongue began flicking her clit. She moaned when his finger entered her soreness, but her juices still flowed from the pleasure. “Spike, please.” She pleaded, as he began tongue fucking her along with his finger.



“God, Buffy…you taste so bloody wonderful.” He sped up the process, until he felt her tighten. “Cum for me, baby.” He prodded, his dick twitching in anticipation.



“Oh, Spike…” Her voice trailed off as she came. Her body convulsed with such force, and she was in a state of euphoria, unable to move.



“No need to do much, luv. Just spread those dimple knees for me.” He requested.



She didn’t budge, but he parted them for her with little effort, and she was open to him. He skillfully slid between them, and took her for the seventh time in five hours.



*



Spike sat at the kitchen table the next morning, waiting for the clock to go on seven, so he’d be able to pick up Buffy and go off to school. As he sat there, Giles slowly made his way down the stairs, his hair tousled, and his eyes squinting in the sunlight. He wore a dirty t-shirt that various food products had spilled upon during the last week, and sweatpants. The stench of death seemed to be following him.



“Dad, you need a shower. You’re smelling a bit ripe.” Spike informed the older Brit.



“Yes, well, maybe today. After all it’s a big day.” Giles said with a forced smile.



“Oh, really? And why might that be?” Spike put a hand through his hair, hoping it wasn't as wrecked as his father’s.



“Sit down for a second.” Giles requested sitting across from Spike at the kitchen table.



“I’ve been bloody sitting since you came down here. You’re off your rocker, Dad.” Spike said.



“Yes, well…yes.” He took off his glasses, and cleaned them with his dirty shirt. After placing them back on his nose, he spoke. “I know it's been hard, with Jenny gone, but your grades are terrible. You may not graduate.”



“I know, Dad. I’ll work on-“



Giles cut him off. “I think it would be best if we moved back to England. I discussed it with Joyce, and she’s making me an overseas partner. There is a lot we must get sorted.”



“But, Buffy…”



“Joyce hasn’t informed her…we thought it would be best if you did.” Giles said with a slight frown.



Tears welled in the younger Brit’s eyes. “You can’t take her away from me…I’ve already lost Mum, I can’t lose Buffy.”



“You’ll be back after the season is over in England. Just in time to be here for Buffy’s graduation. She’ll understand, son.” Giles said, attempting to make him feel better.



“Bugger this.” Spike stood, slamming his chair backwards. “You can’t rule me forever.” He yelled as the chair smashed to the floor.



“You’re my son, all I have left. You will do as I say. You may be eighteen, but I am your father, and you must do what’s best for us, for yourself.” Giles said in a strict tone. “I know that you love her, but she is not helping you think clearly. That girl is a distraction, and until you get back on track, you will be in England with me.” Spike said nothing. “We’ll be leaving in a week.”



With that, Spike stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the backdoor with such force that it was as though the glass would shatter.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Destiny



Buffy sat on the passenger’s side of the Desoto, watching the waves crash against the shore. Tears slid down her cheeks, and she swallowed the painful lump that swelled in her throat. Her world was crashing down, all around. “W-when are you leaving?” She sniffled.



“A week.” He replied in a daze. He couldn’t cry anymore, the whole ride from Buffy’s to the beach his own tears had taken over as he explained the situation.



She looked over at him, her cheeks damp, and her eyes red and swollen. “Where do we go from here?” It was the only reasonable question on her mind.



The only solution he could come up with, stabbed him through the chest. “I love you, Buffy. I know these past few weeks have been impossible, but you stuck by me. As much as I want you to stay by my side, I don’t think it would be fair to hold you back from finding true happiness.”



“I have all the happiness I need, right here.” She argued.



“No, you don’t, pet. I made love to you two, maybe three times. Then I just fucked you. I fucked you until you hurt, and I never took the time to think about your pain.” He was angry with himself.



“No, Spike…please.” She cried. “I just want to help you get through all this shit.”



“Well, I have to help myself, Buffy!” He yelled, silencing her. He couldn’t help the range of emotions within. He was lost, not wanting to leave her, and angry with his father. He was taking it out on her, and he knew it, but figured it was for the best.



Anger filled her. “Take me home, now.” She sniffled, on the calm brink of hysteria.



Without another word, Spike started the car and they made their way back to Sunnydale.



*



It was four hours until school was to be released, and Joyce was worried, until she heard the sound of the front door open and close.



“Buffy, is that you?” Joyce questioned, making her way from the kitchen to the foyer, before her oldest could make her way upstairs. “The school called and said you weren’t in this morning…I was worried.”



She cringed at the sound of her mother’s voice, her head throbbing. She stopped halfway up the stairs, and turned slightly. “I wasn’t feeling well.” Buffy’s voice quivered, and her eyes hurt from crying so much.



“Buffy, are you okay? What’s going on?” Joyce could see her daughter’s distraught features, and knew very well what was going on.



“I really don’t feel like talking about it.” Without further more word, Buffy continued her way up the stairs, and into her room, slamming the door behind her. She was in no mood to talk, and her only thought was the bed that was waiting for her upstairs.



*



Willow sat on Buffy’s bed, beside the troubled blonde, and listened intently to her words. Similar emotions ran through the redhead after she heard the situation, and the words “Kill Spike” were labeled on her brain. “Just like that?”



“Just like that.” Buffy replied, repeating the words with dread. She had avoided school for the past three days, and she was happy that Willow had taken the time to attempt to cheer her up.



“A-are you going to wait for him to come back, or are you going to move on?” It was the only question Willow could come up with.



“I-I don’t know.” Buffy said, in a daze.



“Well, he’s a big jerk…a super jerk with dumb hair and stupid leather.” Willow said, attempting to make Buffy feel better.



“It’s okay, Will. You don’t have to make him into a bad person. He’s going through a lot, and I don’t think it was his choice.” Buffy tried reassuring herself. “Right now, I’m just trying to keep from dying.” She could feel tears coming on.



“Oh Buffy.” Willow said.



Buffy leaned her head on Willows lap and began crying. “I can’t breathe, Will. I feel like I can’t breathe.”



*



Dawn sat in the kitchen, eating a peanut butter and salami sandwich, as Joyce went over paperwork from the gallery. The bubbly fourteen year old, looked up from her sandwich with worry in her eyes.



“Mom, is Buffy going to be okay?” She questioned.



“She just needs time.” Joyce looked toward the backdoor when she heard the lawnmower start.



“Does she know he’s out there?” Dawn questioned.



“She should be out for a few hours. She took these migraine pills I had.” Joyce seemed to be wondering what kind of craziness would ensue if her oldest awoke to see the bleached blonde mowing the lawn.



“When is he leaving?” Dawn inquired, once more.



“Wednesday.” Joyce replied simply.



Dawn finished her sandwich and went out to the back porch to see Spike mowing the lawn. Since it was only a week till Christmas, he was actually wearing a shirt. He suddenly noticed her, and stopped the mower.



“What’s up, Nibblet?” He questioned, wiping his forehead with his arm.



“Nothing.” She replied with a shrug of her shoulders.



“How’s big sis doing?” He asked as though he wasn’t too interested.



“Asleep…she hasn’t been doing very well since you told her you were leaving.” Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, and gave him a bit of attitude.



“I noticed she hasn’t been in school.” He looked down at the grass, as though it held interest.



“Yeah…Spike, don’t you love her?” Dawn questioned.



“Of course I do.” He replied, looking the little one in the eyes earnestly.



“Than why are you leaving?” She sat on the steps of the porch, and Spike sauntered over to sit beside her.



“I wish I could stay, but since Jenny died, my dad’s been a mess, and I haven’t been doing so well. I’m not happy, and if I’m not happy, I can’t make Buffy happy. Wouldn’t you rather see Buffy happy?” Spike asked.



“Of course I would, but she seemed fine these past few weeks.” Dawn replied.



“But I have been using her to feel the void that Jenny’s death caused, and Buffy should have me there with honesty, not just because I need physical contact.” Spike explained.



“I get you, but don’t you think that you two can spend these next few days saying goodbye. Why leave on bad terms, when you’re destine to be together anyway?” Dawn struck the young man with heartfelt question, and left him sitting there with much to think about.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Reason



Spike couldn’t have been more grateful when he saw that her window was open. It was near midnight, that same Saturday, and he had shimmied up the tree that stood tall before her window and balanced himself on the awning that covered the porch below.



The house was dark and without much thought, he dove into the window and stumbled on her bedroom floor. He stood abruptly, and laid eyes at the petite blonde before him as she slept. She was in fetal position, her stuffed pig Mr. Gordo in her arms.



He sat on the edge of the bed, and she stirred slightly. He ran his fingers through her hair, and her eyes fluttered open.



“Spike? Am I dreaming?” She questioned sleepily.



“It’s me, luv.” He kicked off his boots and slipped under the covers beside her.



“What are you doing here?” She watched him carefully in the moonlight that illuminated the room.



He turned on his side to face her, stroking his hand over her cheek. “I don’t know how I’m going to live without you.” His voice cracked a bit, as his eyes became tearful. He moved in and brushed his lips over hers.



“Please,” she pleaded, “don’t hurt me anymore.”



“Never, Buffy.” He replied, kissing her again. “I came to apologize. I meant what I said; don’t let me hold you back from true happiness. Nothing will change the way I feel for you.” His hand traveled up and down her bare arm.



She stood abruptly, making her way to the bedroom door, and locking it to his surprise. She came to the foot of the bed, clad in a white camisole and underwear, getting on her hands and knees to crawl up his body. She reached for the button on his jeans, and quickly worked on removing the disturbance. He cock sprang to life and Buffy didn’t hesitate to take him into her mouth.



“Oh Buffy…” It was the first time she had ever sucked him off. She suckled the tip, and then flicked her tongue up and down his shaft. Her tiny hand encircled the base of his dick and she pumped him, sucking the tip with all her might.



Spike groaned, as he gently thrust himself into her mouth and hand. As his balls tightened, Buffy’s free hand worked on massaging them, and the sticky substance shot down her throat.



She swallowed with a small smile, as Spike shook a bit.



“Buffy, luv-“



She cut him off. “Shhh…tonight is all about you and me.”



He flipped her to her back, and removed her panties and camisole. He kissed each breast and slowly made his way down her body. He fore filled her, licking and tasting her juices, carefully cleaning her with his tongue, as a cat would do.



“I need you.” Her voice was a whisper.



He didn’t hesitate to make his way back up her body, and lavish her lips with kisses. The fact that Buffy had skipped her birth control the last few days slipped her mind, as he entered her and they became one.



She rocked with him, held him tightly, afraid that if she let go, it would all be a dream. “I love you.” She wept, tears dampening her cheeks, as she cried for him.



He joined her, kissed her, and tasted her salty tears. “I’ll always love you…”



*



They stood at the terminal, their hands joined, while Joyce and Giles spoke about the gallery and the pieces Giles was planning on getting, Spike and Buffy were silent.



Spike pulled her to the side, and they faced each other. His hands went up to cup her cheeks, and he leaned in, inhaling her scent. “God, I’ll miss this.”



“I’ll write you.” Buffy promised.



“I’ll call.” He vowed, his hands finding her hips.



“Do you feel like time is standing still?” She asked.



“It always feels like that when I’m with you.” He leaned in and brushed his lips to hers.



“There’s not much room, but I think you can still escape and live in my closet. It’ll be fun…like having your own apartment.” With teary eyes, and a wide smile, Buffy attempted to make herself feel better, more so than him.



“As much as I’d love being the close to you, wasn’t there a monster living in there?” He asked with a smirk.



“Who told you about Mattie the closet monster?” She scowled. Spike’s eyes shifted to Joyce, and averted. “I’m so gonna kill her.” Buffy said.



“You know, if it wasn’t for you…I would have killed myself that night.” He said, looking into her eyes.



“What night? Saturday?” She questioned, crinkling her nose.



“No love…before that. The night I found you in the woods. Drusilla broke up with me and I thought it was the end of the world.” He replied.



“What changed your mind?” She asked, leaning her body into his.



“When I saw you sitting by that tree, all alone. You looked so small and hurt.” He answered, remembering the tears she had shed, and the fear on her face. “I just wanted to take care of you. You’re the reason I became who I am. You’re the reason why I’m a better man.”



“Nothing will change that.” She reached out to touch his cheek.



“Flight 743 at gate 13 from Sunnydale, California to London, England is now boarding.” A voice said over the loud speaker.



Her arms wrapped possessively around his neck and she cried. “I love you. I love you so much, William.”



“I love you too, Buffy. I’ll never stop. Not even if you find someone knew. Never.” He swore, holding her as though she’d be gone if he didn’t.



*A/N: That’s it for this installment. If you want to know what happens to these wacky kids, voice your opinion, let me know what you think should happen on the reviews, and I’ll be getting started with part two.*