Chapter 6 - Six - Woman OF His Dreams

Spike woke up when he felt a warm hand delicately touching his chest. He thought that he was dreaming at the beginning, but the hand didn't stop its explorations and he decided to open his eyes just to make sure he wasn't loosing his mind. He lifted his head a little and noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging loosely on his shoulders, exposing his muscular torso. He crunched his brows trying to remember if he fell asleep with his shirt open.

"Buffy? What are you doing, pet?" He asked confused.

She was sitting by his side facing him, her long blond hair falling loosely on her perfect beautiful face. She was leaning lightly over him, her hands busy on his bare chest, then lifted her head to him and smiled friendly.

"What does it look like, silly? I'm changing your bandages." She said and went back to her assignment. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I didn't mean to." She apologized.

"'s OK, luv. Wasn't sleeping anyway." He answered her.

He observed her for some time in silence, noticing how delicate she was with him and smiling from time to time when she happen to look at him. Deciding to break the awkward silence he asked:

"How's it looking there, luv?"

"Oh, it's healing fine." She answered putting the last patch of material in place. "Another 3-4 days and you'll be as good as new." She lifted her eyes to his and smiled sincerely.

He found himself smiling back to her with the same feeling.

Buffy packed the remaining things back to the First Aid Kit she kept on her lap, closed it and leaned lightly over him to put it on the small table next to him. Spike caught the faint aroma of vanilla on her as she was doing so and found himself liking it very much.

He noticed that Buffy was studying him closely and he lifted his eyebrow in a form of a question. Her hand on his lower torso startled him a bit, but then it started to gently caress him and rubbing lazy circles over his abdominal muscles, which tightened under her ministrations. He kept his eyes fixed on her face, trying to read her intentions, his brows crunched eyes half closed in one minute, then large as saucers in the next when he saw her leaning over and catching his nipple with her blunt teeth. She lifted her eyes to his, and grinned deviously bearing her teeth to him, then bit lightly.

Spike growled and arched his back to her mouth. She didn't waste any time, as she greedily sucked the nipple into her warm mouth, her tongue teasing the small erect bundle of nerves. Spike closed his eyes at the sensation and put his hand into her hair, pressing her mouth harder to his chest.

Satisfied with the job well done she traced her open mouthed kisses down his torso and plunged her tongue into his navel swirling it inside. Spike bent in half from surprise and grabbed her shoulders pulling her from him and forcing her to look him in the eyes. They were big and dark with lust. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek and offered him her most innocent smile.

In an instant she was pressed against him, his mouth claiming hers, his tongue forcing its way in. His hands crept to her back and slid down to her ass and he lifted her with ease and set her down on him. Her short skirt rode up to her hips as she settled on his lap, her legs bent on both sides of him, their pelvises almost touching. He squeezed her ass and pressed her harder to him, showing her just what exactly she was doing to him and she gasped and pulled out of the kiss when his hard length pressed intimately against her damp panties. They both were staring at each other, hearts ramming in their chest and breaths heavy from the kiss.

His hands ventured from her ass to her white tank top, under it and around to the front. Buffy was breathing heavily as his hands continued on its path and her eyes rolled in her head when he finally cupped her breast, teasing her erect nipple with his thumb.

Spike was keeping his eyes on her, watching her every reaction and remembering all the spots that made her tremble in his arms. He kept teasing her under the material until she started whimpering and then in one swift movement he pulled the top over her head and threw it to the floor. He was looking at her beautiful half nude and flushed form and his heart was singing. Her young small breasts, her flat belly, her tiny waist - everything was perfect to him. He realized that he was looking at the woman of his dreams and he smiled to himself.

"Beautiful..." He purred and a shiver ran through her when he closed his mouth over her brown nipple. She pulled him closer to her, burying her hands in his hair and whimpering quietly when he sucked, nibbled, teased and kissed.

His hands found the zipper to her skirt and he pulled it down, then wrapped his strong arms around her and lowered her slowly as he covered her tiny body with his.

He found her lips again and they teased each other until they were out of breath. He kissed her neck, nibbling at the skin there, then down the valley between her breasts to her flat tanned belly. His hands were lingering at the edge of her skirt, then slowly started to pull it down and off as he was kissing and licking his way down her with the skirt.

Buffy's eyes were rolling back in her head when he showered her with his kisses back up her body, and stopped for a second when he reached her panties.

Her breath caught in her lungs as she anticipated his next move, silently begging him to touch her, kiss her there. Her pleadings were soon rewarded when he pulled the remaining material off, and she moaned loudly at the first touch of his tongue on her sex. She buried her hands in his hair and urged him to continue. He obliged and with his skillful fingers he opened her lips and pressed his flat tongue against her dripping wetness, licking her from the bottom up in one swift motion. At the top he stiffened his tongue and flicked it once over her clit. When she moaned even louder he did it again and again, teasing her to the point where Buffy was mewling and begging him to stop and don't stop at the same time. He inserted one finger into her, stretching her delicately, amazed at how extremely tight she was. His tongue was lazily circling her clit now and he inserted a second finger to stretch her even further. He was slowly making love to her, bringing her almost to her first climax, then he would stop suddenly and let her cool down a minute before repeating his actions again. He felt her trembling beneath him and knew that she was very close. In one swift motion he sucked her clit into his mouth, his hands pressing her ass into his face and he bit it lightly. He was rewarded with a loud scream as Buffy came into his mouth for the first time in her life. He kept his mouth pressed against her sex, sucking and drinking her, prolonging her orgasm, as wave after wave of numbing feeling washed over her.

Spike cleaned her up with his tongue as she slowly calmed down and lifted himself to watch her flushed face. He let her taste herself on him as he kissed her passionately and she pulled him closer to her, wrapping her hand around his neck and the other lowering to the belt of his jeans. He gasped when he felt a small, inexperienced hand closing gently around his cock and kissed her with even more passion. When he brushed against her dripping wet she stilled for a moment.

"We don't have to if you don't want to, pet." He offered but she only pulled him closer and ground her hips against his cock.

He growled in response and kissed her hard. As he positioned himself by her entrance he searched her face for signs of uncertainty, but he found none.

He gently started pushing into her, the tightness of her making him dizzy with sensations.

"Oh, Spike." Buffy moaned.

"Buffy... baby... pet..."

"Please Spike. Don't... stop... Ohhh... Spike... Spike..."

"...Spike. Spike. SPIKE!"

Spike woke up in an instant when someone shook him hard. He blinked in confusion and looked up to see a worried Buffy kneeling next to him.

He looked around confused. No. It couldn't be... Could it? But it was so realistic.

"What... what happened? Did anything happen?" He asked confused.

"You had a nightmare. You were wriggling on the seat and moaning my name over and over again." Buffy explained calmly. "I got scared and I woke you up. Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

"No..." He lied.

"It's OK. Sometimes it's better if you don't remember. It must have been one horrible nightmare." Buffy offered getting up from the floor. "Since you're up, maybe we could go to the restaurant wagon and get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry and you should eat too. You need all your strength if you want to heal fast."

"Sure. Go ahead, pet. I'll be there in a second. Just need to freshen up a bit, 'K?" Spike replied running his hand over his hair.

"OK. Meet you there in 5?"

"Sure."

Once Buffy was gone he buried his face in his hands and sighed loudly. So it was all just a dream. But damnit. It was so real. From the corner of his eye he noticed something on the table next to him and he lifted his head to it. His eyes grew large when he saw a First Aid Kit - the very same on Buffy was using on him right before she... He hurriedly looked down on himself and noticed that his shirt was unbuttoned and a fresh patch of material was clinging to his chest wound. Spike shook his head in confusion. This all was so bizarre.

He got up quickly and made his way to the dining wagon, wondering exactly how much of his dream had been true.

TBC

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Chapter 8

Buffy sat in the passenger side seat trying to catch her breath.

"That was insane." she panted.

"Had to get out of there fast." he explained, pulling the doll from its place tucked in the waistband pants.

"H-how did you get that out of the bag? I KNOW you didn't have it before." she said between gulps of breath, pressing her hands against her stomach to relieve the cramps of running.

"I'm a professional outlaw, pet. I know how to steal and be crafty." he smirked, pushing the gas pedal with a little more fevor, causing the car to easily pass everyone on the dark highway. Then suddenly he began to slow, he pulled over into dark brush along the shoulder. He turned and looked at her seriously.

"What?" she whined, self-consciously smoothing down his shirt that she wore, and pushing her hair behind her ears.

"How are you? You okay?" he gently touched her fluttering hands and held them in his own.

"Of course, I'm fine. Now get back to driving, we don't want Angel catching up to us, right?" she stuttered.

"You know you don't need put up this wall for me. You have a bruise the size of a silver-dollar on your temple, and I know that Angelus touched you with his dirty paws. Now. Are you okay?"

"Yes." she lied.

"Buffy, damnit it, you're not. You were right, this is insane." he growled, turning back to face front again, and putting the car into gear, speeding back onto the highway.

She was 17. Just 17. And he thought he could protect her from the miserable person she was going to turn out to be if he left her back in lonely life. But he was going to destroy her this way. Car-stealings, him being shot, her thinking he had killed those policemen, Angel violating her and hurting her. This was too much for her. He was pissed at himself for ever believing that he could make her into a wonderful person. She was strong enough she could shape herself. It was time to break up the gang.

And on that thought, he pulled up to the police station and stopped abruptly in front of the main entrance. He kept his eyes fixed on his hands gripping the steering wheel.

"What are you doing?!?" she exclaimed, sniffing back the slight tears that had been stinging her eyes since he asked her if she was alright.

"Here's where we part ways. Again. I'm not going to be responsible for you losing your life. Today was a close call." he explained, still not looking at her.

"Oh no you don't. We've come too far together!" she said angrily, turning in her seat to face him fully, "Look at me, WILLIAM. You aren't going to do this to me again."

"Too far together? Get a grip, love. We've been together for a couple of days. An' it hasn't been anything special so far." he bit back, turning his head slightly to stare at her from the corners of his eyes. He cringed inwardly at his words. Liar. He was a liar. It had been special. It had been bloody amazing. SHE was amazing.

She sat looking at him with astonishment, and then her pride quickly took over.

"Oh yeah? Well, fine! Thanks for nothing! I am going to tell the police everything I fuckin' know about you, and your stupid family, and this dumb necklace deal!! And then I'll be sure to press charges when they finally nab your outlaw ass!! I HATE YOU!" she screamed at him, and then furiously pushed open the door.

"Don't let the car door hit you in the ass on the way out, PRINCESS." he shouted angrily back. She slammed the door shut to satisfy her need to be violent, and then stomped around the front of the car to the steps of the station. He watched her in the headlights, the silky red shirt fluttering around her curves, and her tiny school girl skirt flapping against her golden thighs as she strode purposefully up the steps. He put his head down on the steering wheel with an agonized groan, and then sighed sadly with a breaking heart as he slowly released the brake and allowed the car to roll forward.

Don't look back at her. Don't look back at her. Don't look back at her. Don't look back at her.

He tried to convince himself of this self-advice, but he couldn't. His watery blue eyes flitted up to the rearview mirror...

... she was walking up the steps, her tiny chin jutted proudly into the air, her hands clenched in angry fists. And then she glanced at the retreating car, and she broke. Buffy collapsed onto the stone steps, hugging herself and swaying back and forth, tears streaming down her face, sobs wracking through her body. Stray locks of hair fell over her face, and she pulled her knees to her chest, hoping that the tighter ball she made herself, the less the abandoment and the words would hurt...

Spike let out an involuntary sob at the sight of her in such agony. Wanker, he called himself as he slid the car into reverse and sped back up the driveway, stopping roughly in front of the steps. He wiped the small tears from his eyes and opened the window.

"Get back in." he commanded quietly, trying to sound as strong as possible. She looked up at him, huge hazel eyes shining with tears, face streaked and hands wet. They stared at each other for a moment, before she barely nodded, and then climbed back into the car, sitting in the back seat, and tucking herself back into her inpenetrable little ball.

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Spike opened the hotel room door with no flourish, just jerky movements that spoke volumes of his torrent emotions and thoughts. Buffy silently followed him in, and stood stiffly in the middle of the room, clutching the doll in her hands.

"One bed." she said with a cry-roughened voice.

"Its all they had left." He answered back just as gruffly. She once again, barely nodded, and then put the beautiful antique doll down on the dingy nightstand. Standing, staring blankly at the bed, arms still wrapped around her.

Spike was perusing through the room when he noticed her silent stillness, and studied her with concern.

She looked so small, and tiny. Spike was struck again by how young and innocent she was, but how strong and beautiful. She was the perfect package, and on her way to being one incredible woman. And Spike wanted her to be HIS woman. No doubt about it. Buffy was his, from now until forever. This realization and decision caused a warm feeling of belonging to spread through his chest. And he looked at her with a new light in his eyes.

Buffy must have sensed his change, because her huge desolate eyes found his, and she parted her lips in a silent, amazed sigh. Keeping the tense and passionate eye-contact, Spike moved carefully until he stood in front of her, peering down into her hazel orbs.

He slowly reached out and began to unfasten the buttons on her shirt, fingers slightly slipping through the fabric's opening to caress the skin underneath. They continued to stare into each other's eyes and Spike's gentle hand continued to work its way down the front. The last button slipped through the slit under nimble fingers, and the shirt fell open.

He never let his eyes stray from hers, he wanted to watch for signs of her desire to stop. His fingers brushed her neck with a whisper of a touch,and then ever so slowly skimmed down each shoulder, pushing the silk from her body. It fell to the floor with a quiet rustle, and the only sound that filled the room now was the breathing of two anticipating people. Buffy's chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, causing the swell of her breasts over the white lace of her bra to move enticingly. Her skin was flushed and rosy, lips parted with aroused gasps.

"I'm sorry." Spike whispered, fingers dancing back up her arms, his lips dropping to her jungular skin. At his words she brought her hands up and clasped them behind his head, holding his face to her neck.

"Me too." She whispered back, arching her head back to give him more room to do the beautiful things he was doing down there. Nipping, sucking, kissing,and licking the salty skin from her shoulder to her ear. Buffy let out a moan. "Oh my god..."

His arms wound around her bare waist and he backed her up against the bed. She fell back onto it softly, him close behind. His lean body pushed hers into the mattress deliciously and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her skirt riding up around her stomach. Their lips met with hunger, tongues sucking at each others mouths with eager pulls. Buffy's hands pushed Spike's coat from his muscular shoulders and slid down his arched back to the floor to join the button-down. Spike pulled away from her sweet lips to look down into her face.

"Its the point of no return, luv. You tell me to stop, and I stop. You tell me to continue, and I am going to make love to you in a way you haven't even dreamed of. What will it be?" Spike asked to be polite, but inside he knew that he wouldn't be able to just stop now. Not with her half-naked, writhing, virgin body underneath him. Her face grew red and bashful at his words.

"I want you...to..make....love...to me. Please?" She stuttered, looking away from his eyes and bringing her hands from their place around his shoulders down to her body to cover herself. He put his weight on his one arm, and pushed her modest hands away with his other.

"Don't be shy. I've wanted to make love to you since the moment I first saw you." he whispered, his lips covering hers again. Well, that was partly true. He actually wanted to murder her since he first met her, but there was a big part of him that wanted to fuck her first.

His hand wiggled underneath her shoulder blade, urging her to sit up slightly so he could unclasp her bra. It fell open in a whisper of a snap, causing the delicate lace cups to release her young breasts. Spike pulled the undergarment from her body, the straps slid sensuously down her arms, her eyes full of innocence and descision. He looked at her chest for a moment, before placing his hand on one soft mound.

"This where the Ponce touched you?" he asked gently, despite the angry twitch of his jaw. She nodded slightly, wide eyes still trained on him, nervously anticipating what he was going to do next.

"He will never, EVER touch you again, I promise."

Her eyes grew large and watery at his words, and she let out a breath of awe as his strong hand began to knead and massage the creamy breast tenderly. Her breath was gone, her mind was spinning the sleepy webs of being seduced. Plush lips falling open in desire, her eyes fluttered shut, and Spike began to roll his tongue along the skin of her chest. She jumped in surprise.

"Buffy-pet, relax." He smiled down at her gently. She blushed prettily.

"Its just that I've never, I mean, this is all..."

"New." He finished for her, "I know. But calm down. 'S okay. Unless you don't want-"

"No, I most definitly want...I'm just nervous." She admitted, one of her tiny hands timidly caressing his shoulder. He looked at its movement before pulling slightly away and removing his tee shirt with little fanfare. Her eyes lit up with lust at the sight of his hard muscled chest, marred only by the healing gunshot wound. He smiled proudly.

"Yes, you do most definitly want." He laughed, his eyes darkened with want as her glistening pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips hungrily. It was his invitation, and his tongue once again invaded her sweet mouth. He began the wet trail to her nipples again, hearing her heart pound beneath the rosy skin. His mouth sucked eagerly on the young pert breasts, one hand tangled in her hair, the other skimming down her body carefully memorizing each curve and dip.

Her curious hands were not idle. They melted into his hair, pushing his head down onto her chest even more, so his mouth could engulf nearly all of her small breasts. He rose up to look at her again, her chest glistening with his saliva, and an aroused sweat.

Spike stared into her eyes as he slowly slid her skirt over her narrow hips and down her golden thighs, discarding the material on the floor behind him. Two elegant fingers then began to caress her folds through the panties silky material. Her hips surged off the bed with this erotic feeling, and she let out one long moan that caused him to harden unbelievably.

"You like that?" he smirks, tongue flicking out to suck her earlobe.

"Oh god, yessss..." she groaned between teeth clenched in pleasure as she ground herself against his hand. Spike wasted no time. He tore off the flimsy panties and throwed them onto the growing pile of clothing on the floor. One, two, three swipes along her damp slit, and then he thrust his fingers into the wet hot haven of her channel. She keened high and long, back bending like a bow at the new sensation.

Slowly he finger-fucked her, his fingertips curling slightly to rub the slippery walls of her heat, and his thumb massaging her swollen clit. She thrashed on the bed, her hair shimmering in the dim light, and her face glowing with sweat while her mouth moved in a silent pleasure-filled groan as she gasped for breath.

She came with an elegance not known to most virgins, her back bending gracefully once again, a scream of ecstasy tearing from her throat that made Spike swell with pride and intense arousal. He pumped his fingers a few more times as she shook with pleasure, and then pulled them from her womenhood with a sticky popping sound. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as if she was seeing everything for the first time.

"That...was...incredible..." she panted, clutching at him desperately.

"You ain't felt nothing yet, baby." he smirked, pulling from her grip, much to her dismay, and grabbing a rat-tag pillow from the head of the bed. He urged her to sit up slightly, and then placed it under her shoulders and head, winking at her reassuringly. Then he slinked down her body and his head ducked between her legs.

"Whoa, I-I don't know, S-sp-ike." her hands waving crazily in front of her crotch as if she were fending his face away. He pushed them away, looking up at her with sparkling blue eyes.

"I do know. Now, you just sit back and relax. I want you to watch me." he said quietly, eyes still pinned to hers. She swallowed and nodded, transfixed by the blue of his eyes, unable to do anything but agree.

But when his warm tongue began to flick and probe at her clit, she didn't only agree, she wanted to a desperate degree. Buffy moaned and closed her eyes. But he stopped the moment they were shut.

"Keep your eyes open, love. Watch me. Watch me taste you, and eat you out." she obeyed, her heart pounding with his dirty talk, and she watched his face lower to her pussy again. His mouth opened to her flesh, and he nipped and sucked and licked and flicked his tongue about, lapping up all of the heady virgin juices he could.

Buffy had never seen anything as erotic as his bleached head between her thighs. She closed her legs around his head, and sighed with the glorious feeling of his mouth against her, his tongue inside of her, and his hair tickling her sensitive inner thighs, his head holding them apart. She bucked against his face, the closer he got her to her thunderous orgasm, the harder she held him to her. Her body bent nearly in half, she weaved her hands into his hair again, watching him eat her out with glee. She came with another incredible scream, nearly blacking out as she fell back against the bed limply.

He was so hard. Her screams, her mewls, her taste, her heat. It had destroyed him. And he wasn't waiting another moment. Even while she was catching her breath from the last amazing orgasm he brought her to, he slid his hard length into her quivering and dripping channel.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god." she began to sob, tears of pain and pleasure pooling in her doe-eyes. He groaned at her tightness, and pushed himself to the hilt, gasping as he felt her clench herself around him and adjust to his size. She banded her skinny arms around his neck, while her legs wrapped around his waist, holding his long lean body deliciously against her own.

"Oh fuck, Buffy, you are so..bloody...tight." he ground out as he began to thrust slowly. He opened his eyes to look down at her, "Are you okay?" his voice was full of loving concern.

She nodded jerkily, as her conscious was carrying her to a new level of ecstasy. He began to pick up the pumping pace, his hips slamming down on hers, and rotating slightly to stimulate her clit with each meeting. She began to move just as furiously, both clawing towards the release of lovers.

Then that one perfect second. His cock's tip slams into the exact point of pleasure, and her inner walls begin to wring him as she rides her orgasm, blood boiling and making her dizzy. He roars with climax, his cum shooting deep within her womb, causing her to buck again with the sensation.

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Her eyes opened briefly to smile into his, before he rolled over and pulled her impossibly closer to him, still buried inside her sweet warm body. They both sighed, and then nestled deeper into each other, and fell asleep, while the antique doll with the 100 million dollar necklace looked on...

Runaway
Chapter 9

Disclaimer: BtVS characters belong completely to Joss Whedon, and only him. Not Fox, not UPN, not Mutant Enemy, not Sandollar, not Kuzui. They were born in Joss, they live in Joss, they die in Joss. I use them with respect.
Also: 'Runaway' is the brainchild of the splendid Silver. At first, I just wrote for her because she did not have time, but now, 'Runaway' belongs soley to me. Gotta give Silver credit, though, for the delicious plot. ;-)

A/N: Now that 'Runaway' is back under my control, utterly and completely, you can expect semi-regular updates, and a nice neat ending to this tale. I hope to do it justice, since I know it has a bazillion fans. Let me know if I stray, or if a certain place needs more work.

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Okay, Buffy could honestly say that she had never been more sore in her entire life than at that moment. She slowly shifted her legs beneath the covers and found them trapped in another pair of...strong, muscley, hairy MAN legs. Her green eyes fluttered open in confusion, and then softened to a delighted grey when she focused on the face buried in the pillow next to hers, and a masculine hand curled up near her cheek, holding a lock of her blonde hair in its grasp.

Spike. She had sex with Spike. Correction: Spike made love to her. Big, adult, outlaw Spike. And her. She felt giddy and hot all at the same time. She was only JUST. seventeen, and her boyfriend was a lying, murdering robber who cared for her, and was gentle with her, and was now murmering something in his sleep and making himself look so adorable that Buffy thought her chest would burst with love. Her birthday was two days ago, but everything had been so chaotic, she hadn't bothered to say anything to her partner. But now, as she lay basking in the sore, sticky aftermath of lastnights lovemaking, she thought that she could tell him anything, obey his every command, FLY if he wanted her to.

Buffy rolled over as slowly as possible so she didn't wake him, and lay on her stomach facing him. Her fingers came up to his face and gently caressed the sharp ridge of his cheekbone.

"Wakey, wakey, sweetheart..." she cooed, brushing kisses under his chin.

"Buffy.." he sighed, long eyelashes twitching and fluttering as his eyes opened. The clearest blue ever seen was staring at her in the early morning sunlight.

"Hey..." she breathed, suddenly shy.

"'Morning, gorgeous," Spike smiled, hand coming to pet her touseled tresses.

"So, what's the deal for today?" she asked quietly, eyes focused on the curve of his bicep as she traced it with her fingers.

"I was thinking about spending the day shagging you blind, does that work for you?"

Buffy's eyes glowed as they slid up and met his own bright orbs, "Yeah, that works."

He lifted his head towards hers, letting his lips drift down her cheek until they finally came in contact with hers. She immediately opened her mouth, eager for his taste again. His tongue played with her lips and tongue in languid, full sweeps and pulls, causing Buffy to moan and curl her naked body around his. She broke away to take a deep breath as he rolled them so he lay drapped over her.

"God, this is heaven!" she sighed, tilting her head back so he could suck and nip at the sweet flesh of her neck,"When all of the girls at school talked about this, they were all like, 'blah blah, the morning after, blah blah. Turned evil. Smelled gross. Was awkward. Not worth it.' But you! This is, like, totally heaven."

Spike raised his head to look down at her and shoot her a smirk, "Heaven, eh?"

"Definitely," she nodded, "Not evil. Smells manly. Not awkward. Completely worth it."

"Plus, I've got a little more experience then those little boys that all you're friends are boning," he pointed out as he played with her hair, admiring how it soaked up the morning sunlight.

"Yeah..." she replied thoughtfully. Then a frown marred her relaxed face, "How much experience?"

Spike sighed before answering, "'m 25, pet. A bloke gets around when he's that old, and as good-looking as me."

Buffy smiled at his joke, but still felt that shrinking, writhing feeling of jealousy in her gut. Spike raised himself up on his arms so he loomed above her, dominating her vision. She looked away.

"Buffy...look at me," he requested softly. Her eyes tentatively met his, "I've been with a lot of women, I'm not gonna deny it. Hell, I've even been in love with other women. But...I've never felt...close. I could never just...BE...with them. You are younger than me, and more inexperienced- I mean with the whole crime life- an' you're completely outta my league....but I feel warm when you smile at me, an' happy- even when we fight, an'....Buffy, I think 'm in love with you."

"Really?" her voice cracked with emotion and disbelief. Tears filled up her eyes.

"Really," he confirmed, smiling down at her. She let out a shriek and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his body down against hers, raining frantic kisses all over his face and neck. Then her neck cranned back and she let out a strangled moan when she felt the tip of his erection slide against her wet opening.

"Gonna show me how much?" she gasped with a smile.

"Oh yeah..." he drawled, and sank his quivering hardness into her innermost heat. They both cried out with delight at the uniting and began to move together instantly.

"I...love...you...too.." she gasped in time with his thrusts.

That bad boy grin flitted across his face, "Good."

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"Wow, hunny. I'm so glad you interrupted our day of sexcapades to come out here to Nowhere-Nowhere Land," Buffy complained drolly as she leaned against the side of the car, staring at the lean-to shack in the middle of the desert.

"Sorry pet. Just good luck that the hotel desk clerk knew who this Alexander bloke was," Buffy shot him an annoyed look, "Or possibly bad luck..?"

She heaved a sigh and wrapped her arms around his waist as he lit up a cigarette, "No, its good for you, so it was good luck. But I'd still rather be in bed wrapped around your hard sexy bod." she pouted.

Spike smirked down at her, "Yeah, me too."

"So, whats the deal with this place?" she asked, staring at the grungy structure.

"Its a bar for baddies passin' through. Alexander is well known 'round these parts...at least to the lower class. Hence the reason our good friend the hotel clerk knew about him."

"And he's gonna tell us about the necklace?"

"Hopefully. At least, that's the plan." Spike admitted, flicking away the last of his cigarette butt, watching it smoke briefly in the sand before offering his arm to the tiny blonde schoolgirl, "Shall we?"

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Buffy tried to hold back her grimace when they pushed through the gaudy plastic beads into the smoke filled room. Spike sent her an apologetic look, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders when the various bikers, male-whores, and other various criminals leered at her in her loose-fit blue jeans and baby tee.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked loudly as he entered from the back room. Buffy's eyes lit up in astonishment, about the same time that Spike's did.

"You! We know you!!" she shouted, pointing at the brunette bartender.

"Can't say I've ever seen you in here before. I would have remembered a hot little chickadee like yourself," the man laughed, wiping off the gritty counter, "I own this fine establishment. Name's Xander."

"Short for Alexander...?" Spike asked.

Buffy elbowed him, "More than that, Spike! This is the policeman! From the other day? Several hundred miles away from here? Ring any bells?" she questioned sarcastically.

"Policeman?" Xander asked before his eyes got wide, "OOOHH....um, right. Policeman. That was probably my brother...Identical twins. He's the good one. I'm the..."bad" one." He made the air quotes in the air sarcastically.

"And why the hell do you have the same names?" Spike demanded, one eyebrow arched with skepticism.

Xander's face turned red as he tossed the rag to the sink and lit up a cigarette, "Eh, yeah...I took his name about 6 months ago. Keeps the feds off my back. They don't exactly like my line of work."

"So you're a lying, murdering robber like my boyfriend here?" Buffy asked perkily. Spike rolled his eyes while Xander laughed.

"Something like that, yeah. What can I get for you?"

"Coke." Buffy replied promptly.

Xander nodded and turned to Spike, "And you?"

"A bottle o' Heineken an' a place where we can speak to you privately, mate." he replied, leaning over the counter and speaking in a low voice. Xander stared at him suspicously.

"What about?"

"A beautiful piece of woman's jewelery which adorns her neck..." Spike described, his own hand caressing Buffy's slender neck to drive the point home. Xander's face got panicked and excited at the same time as he realized what necklace Spike was speaking about.

"Follow me," he urged them, and opened a door that led to a staircase, winding its way under the desert floor. Then Spike rolled his eyes at the next words out of Buffy's mouth, as she stood indignantly at the top of the stairs, shouting down:

"Hey! What about my coke!?"