Lessons in History

By Vampirische Liebe

Willow and Buffy were discussing history on the way to Giles’s house. Well, Willow was talking and Buffy was listening.

“History fascinates me. Just look at all those lovely costumes the ladies had to wear. And imagine going to all those balls.”

She tried to show Buffy some pictures, but Buffy wasn’t really interested, “Sorry, Will, but the one time I showed an interest in lovely costumes, I turned into Miss Pathetic, remember, and it nearly got me killed?”

They walked through Giles’s front door.

“Yes, but, that’s no reason why you couldn’t take an interest now. You could join my class. It’s not too late,” Willow said enthusiastically.

Buffy dumped her bag on the floor and turned to her friend,

“I’m too busy with my slaying duties and the only history I have time to read is about prophecies and the like,” she said gently.

Willow humphed, “Well, I’m sure Giles would understand my interest. He’s from England and England’s full of history.”

Xander heard and piped up, “The only history the G man is interested in is the history of Ooglie Booglies.”

Giles came out of the kitchen,” I’m afraid he’s right, Willow.”

“I’m interested in history,” said Spike who still sat tied to the chair.

The Scoobies all turned to look at him, as if suddenly remembering he was there.

“My history – when I killed two Slayers,” he finished gleefully.

Buffy glared at him and the others shook their heads. Willow got cross, “None of you are taking me seriously. Why don’t any of you appreciate history?”

Anya looked at Willow, “Calm down. Its mostly boring facts about who started what war and who invented what silly contraption.”

“Oh, I wish you could all go back in time for a few weeks and experience history. Then you’d understand,” said Willow peevishly. She wasn’t used to everyone ignoring her like this.

Outside, the Wish Master heard.

“Wish granted,” he said, grinning.

Inside there was a big white flash and Willow found herself alone in the room.

“Guys?…..guys?” She called worriedly. Now what had she done?

***

Rupert Giles downed another whiskey. He was gambling at cards and losing heavily. And to make matters worse, the man he was losing to was that young Rakehell, William the Bloody, who’d killed more men by his sword in duels than he cared to know.

“Perhaps you should stop,” suggested William. He already knew that Giles couldn’t pay him in full. His Estate was already mortgaged up to the hilt and the man was a fool to continue racking up gambling debts.

Giles mopped the sweat from his brow and fiddled with his glasses, “Damn you, Sir, you’ve taken my money, the least you could do is let me win it back,” he slurred drunkenly.

“Yes, but you won’t win, will you?” William said silkily. Then he looked up at Xander, Giles’s son and heir, “Take your Father home, boy.”

Xander stuttered, “Y..yes, Sir. You will be paid your money….somehow,” he said, helping Giles out of the chair.

“I bloody doubt it,” drawled William.

***

Buffy Giles returned home to England a rich heiress thanks to her American Aunt. She stepped down from the carriage and looked up at the family home in dismay. It was in such a state of disrepair. She ran up the steps and was at least met by familiar faces.

“Oh, Miss Buffy. Welcome home,” said the housekeeper, enveloping her in a hug.

“Where’s my Father and Brother?” She asked.

The looks on the servants’ faces told her it was bad news.

***

William re-read his Grandfather’s will and laughed harshly. That wily old fox! If William didn’t find an heiress of good family to marry within thirty days, he wouldn’t inherit his Grandfather’s estate.

He drained another glass of whiskey, not even drunk after all he’d consumed at the club, and looked at the ‘I owe yous’ Giles had given him. They weren’t even worth the paper they were written on.

He would find an heiress, damn it and he would inherit his money.

***

Buffy hugged her father and Brother tightly; glad to see them again despite what they were going through. It was the day after she’d arrived and she was determined to resolve her family’s problems. She sat down in a chair and looked at her Father, “I know about the gambling, Father and I will help. How much do you owe?”

“Thirty thousand pounds,” he said gruffly.

Buffy paled beneath the slight tan that she had gained whilst in America,

“I see,” she said, “Well, Aunt Joyce left me a considerable sum and I shall be able to pay off your debt. But the gambling has to stop.”

“You can’t, Buffy. It’s too much,” said Xander, embarrassed that he couldn’t do more.

“I want to. He’s my Father,” she said.

“Bless you my child,” said Giles. He looked at his daughter with pride. In five years she had grown into a beautiful young lady and she was so capable.

Warm hazel eyes looked at him, “Now whom do I need to take a banker’s draft to?”

Xander frowned, “A character of unsavoury reputation called William Devlin. He’s a womaniser and a scoundrel. He’s killed several men in duels, hence his nickname ‘William the Bloody’.”

Buffy nodded, “Very well. I shall see that this man receives his money as soon as possible and we are no longer at his mercy.”

***

Buffy looked up at the smart town house in Berkeley Square where this Devlin character lived and shivered. What kind of man delighted in duels and swindling people out of their money? She knew that she would not like this man.

She knocked on the door and requested to see the master of the house. The servant looked somewhat taken aback at seeing a young lady without a chaperone, but he showed her into the drawing room.

Williams’ valet was adding the finishing touches to his master’s cravat, when a servant knocked on the door,

“Come in,” called William.

“There is a young lady to see you, Sir,” the servant informed him.

William frowned. He was not expecting anyone. How intriguing.

“Inform her I shall be down in a moment.”

The servant left and William dismissed his valet. What manner of young lady visited someone with his reputation? He smiled. Today had just got interesting.

Buffy began to get impatient and paced up and down the room. How dare he make her wait like this! Tempted to just leave the Banker’s draft on the table for him, she looked up as the door opened.

William entered the drawing room to find a well-dressed young blonde beauty in pale blue waiting for him. She had a slight tan, which was highly unfashionable for Society ladies so he suspected she’d been abroad. And a pair of lovely hazel eyes glared at him.

“And how may I help you…Miss?”

“Miss Elizabeth Giles,” she snapped impatiently, “I understand my Father owes you thirty thousand pounds, Mr Devlin and I have a Banker’s draft here for that amount,” she said as she took the papers out of her purse.

William scrutinised her carefully, “I wasn’t aware Giles had a daughter.”

“I’ve been with my Aunt in America for five years and recently returned,” she told him.

An eyebrow quirked, “And returned rich enough to pay the family debts?”

Buffy glared at him, “That’s none of your business, Sir. All you need to know is that we can pay off the debt. Here’s the draft,” she said holding it out to him.

William ignored the draft, “But what if I don’t want money?” He drawled.

Buffy frowned, “What do you mean?”

“I have it in mind to take me a wife and you’ll do very nicely.”

Buffy froze at his words and then anger filled her. That was just what she had expected. She hated him and strangely felt like she’d always hated him. There he stood in his fine clothes, long hair tied back as was the fashion and too handsome by half. She’d tried to pay the money and he insulted her for her trouble.

“How dare you! I have no wish to be your wife.”

“I wasn’t asking, I was telling. You’ve come to my house without a chaperone. Your reputation could be in tatters by morning if I so wished it.”

“Just you try it,” she said furiously, dropping the draft on a table and leaving the room in a swirl of skirts.

William smirked. What a little firebrand. He’d never met a woman who’d had the nerve to argue with him and he found he liked it. She was also an heiress and of good family. She would be his wife, whether she liked it or not.

***

Buffy walked into the Ball with her family. London had heard that she was an heiress and could pay her family’s debts, so she’d received an invitation. True, her family name was a good one and the Giles’s had always been invited to Society’s functions, but Buffy was sure people were curious to see her, hence the invite.

The first person she saw was William Devlin across the room. He raised a glass to her mockingly and she pointedly ignored him. No doubt he was here with his latest mistress if gossip was anything to go by.

William watched the vision across the room. She looked particularly lovely tonight in a gown of glittering white. Her hair was piled up and had white flowers in it. He didn’t know why he’d mock saluted her with his glass, but he found it irresistible irritating her.

Buffy found her dance card filled in no time, which amused her. No doubt many young men had been pushed by their Mamas in the hope of securing an heiress as a wife. They would be disappointed though. And talking of wanting her for a wife, she searched for Devlin, ensuring he was nowhere near her. The audacity of the man! She hadn’t told her Father or Brother what had happened, as she didn’t want to upset them. But she hoped the draft was cashed soon.

Anya, Buffy’s youngest Aunt on her dead Mother’s side, sat to one side of her. She was her chaperone for the evening and was telling her who everybody was in between dances. Buffy tried not to be fascinated as she had always been determined not to be one of the insipid misses on the marriage mart. Yet, it was interesting who wished to marry whom.

Their conversation was interrupted by the arrival of William Devlin.

“Are you ready for our dance, Miss Giles?” He said smoothly.

Buffy looked up in horror and then smiled, “I think you are mistaken, Sir. My dance card is full.”

“But Buffy,” Anya began.

“And you’ll find my name on it,” he said in amusement.

Buffy picked up her dance card, relishing wiping the smug smile from his face, but to her astonishment there was his name. She frowned. He hadn’t come over….

“A friend of mine kindly put my name down for me as I was indisposed at the time,” William enlightened her.

The tone of his voice told Buffy he knew she’d have made an excuse if he’d come over.

She glared at him, whilst reluctantly placing her hand in his. She couldn’t refuse a dance once it was on her card and he knew it. He swept her onto the dance floor in triumph.

Buffy found that his warm hand on the small of her back was doing funny things to her equilibrium. She looked mutinously up into his blue eyes, “Do you have to hold me so close? It’s unseemly,” she said waspishly.

William smiled, “But it’s so delicious holding your body against mine,” he purred into her ear.

“Ooh …Beast!” She squeaked and blushed, “What will people think?”

William twirled her around, “They’ll think I’m infatuated with you and when we marry, your good name will save my reputation as a rakehell.”

She stiffened in his arms, “I am not going to marry you. I thought I’d made myself quite clear on that.”

William laughed, “I’m afraid you won’t have any choice when the time comes, Buffy.”

Buffy flinched at his words and the use of her pet name.

“If you try anything…I’ll….I’ll shoot you!” She said.

William quirked an eyebrow. He suddenly felt like he’d known her for ages and that threats were commonplace between them. But he shrugged the feeling off.

“You won’t be able to stop me.”

The dance finished and Buffy was about to escape in relief, but he stopped her by gripping her wrist.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

“The dance has finished. I’m escaping,” she told him bluntly.

Blue eyes lit with amusement, “I’m afraid not, Pet. That was the last dance before supper and as your partner, I get to lead you into supper.”

Buffy looked helplessly about her and saw that dancing couples were indeed heading towards the supper room. She placed her arm through his and let him lead her, pouting at the injustice of it all.

***

Buffy got up the next morning all out of sorts. She hadn’t been able to sleep because she’d been so angry with that Devlin man. As if sitting next to him at dinner wasn’t nightmare enough, he’d then gone on to assault her person. She blushed at the memory of it.

Buffy had been eating her dinner, determinedly talking to her other companion and ignoring William, when she’d felt a hand on her knee. She’d almost jumped in fright, before turning to him. He’d had the nerve to wink at her before gathering up her skirts and stroking her stockinged knee. Buffy had gulped and tried to remain motionless so as not to draw unwanted attention to them and what was happening beneath the table. William knew this of course and he’d moved his hand further up her leg.

Buffy had blushed and tried to ignore the chaotic feelings his touch aroused in her. But when his hand reached her stocking tops and lightly caressed the bare flesh of her inner thighs, she had taken action. She had picked her fork up and jabbed his hand with it. Then she had smiled at his grunt of pain and swearing under his breath.

“Something wrong, Mr Devlin?” She had asked sweetly.

“Nothing that I can’t deal with later,” he said darkly.

Buffy had made her excuses and left the Ball soon after supper. He was a dangerous man and she never wanted to see him again. Hopefully, he wasn’t going to the party that was on tonight.

***

Willow was seriously worried. The Scoobies and Spike had been gone for a few days now and she didn’t think she could make excuses for their absence much longer. She’d researched in books for an explanation, but she didn’t really know what had gone wrong. All she did know is that she hadn’t cast any spells. Maybe she should tell Riley or angel….

***

Buffy sat in the carriage with her Aunt Anya. They were on their way to the Hamilton’s party and Buffy wasn’t really looking forward to it. She held a pistol in her purse, which Anya didn’t know about, because she had a dreadful feeling that Devlin might try something. Well, she had meant what she said. She would shoot him.

Anya had just started a conversation when a pistol shot rang in the air, and the carriage came to a halt. Anya paled, “Oh, my goodness, child. Highwaymen! Take off your jewels and let us hope they only want those.”

A masked figure appeared at the window and opened the door. Buffy recognised him immediately.

“Evening Ladies.”

Anya held up her jewels to him, while Buffy glared daggers at him.

“Oh, I don’t want your jewels Miss Amersham. I’ve come for Miss Giles here,” he drawled.

Anya frowned, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s quite simple,” said William, “I’m kidnapping your niece and then marrying her. I’m in need of a wife you see and your niece fits all of the criteria.”

While William had been speaking to Anya, Buffy had carefully taken the pistol out of her purse. She pointed it at him,

“I’m not going anywhere with you, Mr Devlin,” she said icily, “And I do know how to use this, so I suggest you leave now.”

Surprise blue eyes looked at her through the mask, and those sensual lips smirked.

“That wouldn’t be wise, Pet, unless you want me to shoot your aunt.”

William then pointed a pistol at Anya’s head.

Buffy looked helplessly at her aunt, before slowly handing her pistol to him. He threw it into the bushes at the side of the road.

“Right, well let’s go, Miss Giles.”

Buffy scrambled to the end of her seat to get away, but William leant in, grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. He carried her to his horse, placed her on it and jumped up behind her.

“How long before you knew it was me?” He asked as the horse began to trot.

“Straight away,” she huffed.

“I’m flattered, Buffy,” he purred.

“Don’t be. You disgust me.”

He chuckled behind her ear, sending shivers down her neck. She tried to move as far away as possible from him, but the grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her closer to him,

“There’s no escape now, luv.”

Hmmm, we’ll see, thought Buffy stubbornly, ignoring the feel of his hard chest against her back.

***

After a while on horseback, Buffy was surprised to find a coach waiting for them. William jumped down from the horse and helped her down. They got into the coach and Buffy sat as far away as possible from him on the opposite bench. William smirked, but didn’t force her to move.

“We’re going to my house in the country and the journey will be a few hours, so you might want to get some sleep,” he suggested.

Buffy glared at him. As if she would let herself be that vulnerable.

William smiled as he put his feet up on the bench, folded his arms and closed his eyes to sleep.

Buffy chose to ignore him and looked out of the window at the darkness. How had she let herself get into this mess? She had to escape from him. God knows what horrors lay ahead for her if she didn’t.

The sound of deep breathing interrupted her thoughts and Buffy looked across at him. He seemed to be fast asleep, but she didn’t trust him that easily. Keeping an eye on his closed eyelids she clapped her hands loudly. Not so much as a flicker.

Buffy looked around her for a means of escape. It was no use jumping out of the coach because it was travelling too fast, but maybe a weapon of some sort…. She looked at Devlin and saw the butt of his pistol sticking out of his coat. Ah ha.

Buffy sat on the edge of her seat and leant over. Whilst keeping an eye on his eyelids, she slowly stretched her hand towards his pistol. He didn’t stir and her fingers closed over the butt. Happy with her success she dropped her eyes to the pistol and was about to pull it out of his pocket, when a strong hand gripped her wrist.

Buffy cried out in shock and tried to break free from his grasp.

“Let me go.”

Two vivid blue eyes stared at her, “I’ll give you points for trying, Pet. Never thought you’d try and shoot me with my own gun.”

“Well…” She muttered and then watched in frustration as Devlin threw the pistol out of the window.

“We don’t want to tempt you again, now do we?” He stated and sat up. He pulled Buffy down beside him, “Sit there quietly, Buffy, or I’ll tie you up and gag you.”

She shivered with fear, believing him quite capable of his threat.

***

Anya returned to the family home in the carriage and informed Giles and Xander of Buffy’s kidnap.

“We have to do something, father,” said Xander, “I’m going after them.”

“Yes, my boy. Oh, goodness, this is all my fault. If only I hadn’t lost that money to him.”

Xander grabbed a pistol and called for his horse.

***

The coach arrived at a lovely large house and Buffy couldn’t help but be impressed as she stepped down from the coach and looked up at it.

“So, you like it?” William asked.

“No!” She said sullenly and he laughed. God, she was wilful!

Servants greeted them cheerfully; they all knew who she was and Buffy found this unnerving.

“We’ll go straight to the chapel,” William told them.

Buffy moved in a trance. This had to be happening to someone else. She felt someone take her arm and lead her to the chapel. And the next thing she knew she was speaking her wedding vows in a wooden voice.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Buffy came out of her trance at those words and she looked at her husband in horror.

William couldn’t resist irritating her. He swept her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She didn’t fight him as she was too stunned and he took advantage of her open mouth. His tongue swept inside and tasted her sweetness. She tastes like honey, he thought. Bloody delicious. He finally let her go and the servants clapped and cheered.

“Take my wife upstairs while I handle the legal requirements,” William told the housekeeper and turned away from Buffy.

Buffy touched her lips in surprise. No man had ever dared kiss her before and she had to admit that it was a nice sensation. He had made her skin tingle and her bellyache.

She followed the housekeeper upstairs and let herself be bathed and prepared for bed. But at the sight of herself in the lacy bit of nothing she had on, Buffy began to tremble. The servants had disappeared and she was now alone with her thoughts. Would he now come to her, the man she hated, and take his husbandly pleasures? She ignored the strange thrill that those words brought. Not if she could help it. She had been told that it was a horror not to be endured. She picked up a heavy vase and stood by the door.

Unfortunately, William must have a sixth sense where she was concerned, because he entered via another door. He grinned when he saw her,

“Knock your husband out on his wedding night, would you, Pet?

“Yes, damn you. Now stay away from me.”

“I can’t,” he said admiring the beautiful body that was barely hidden in her lace nightgown.

“A husband has his rights.”

Buffy blushed at his heated glance and raised the vase determinedly.

“Stay away!” She warned.

William had a strange feeling of them facing each other as adversaries in another time and place. But he ignored the feeling and slowly advanced towards her.

“I’m going to enjoy having you naked and warm beneath me, Buffy,” he purred, as he began taking his shirt off.

Buffy gulped and watched as he advanced. If only she had a pistol. Instead she threw the vase at him and darted towards the dressing room where she’d bathed earlier.

William deftly caught the vase, placed it on the floor and sprang after her. He caught her to him and carried her towards the big bed.

Buffy frantically struggled and kicked at him, but she was only a woman. He easily held her in his strong arms. She suddenly found herself lying on the bed with him straddling her. She looked up at him pleadingly, “Please don’t do this. I know you didn’t really want a wife.”

“No, I didn’t. And I was going to marry some chit and leave her alone. But then I met you, Buffy and everything changed.”

He leant down and kissed her, softly at first and then with growing passion.

Buffy heard strange noises and then realised with shock that it was her moaning. This seemed to please him, because he trailed kisses down her neck and shoulders, peeling the lace away as he went.

His light kisses made her skin tingle and she quivered with pleasure. Then she felt him rip the lace gown away, fully exposing her luscious body to his gaze. She blushed furiously. He was seeing what only servants bathing her had seen and she moved her hands over herself, trying in vain to cover up.

William gently pulled her arms away, “Let me see you. You’re beautiful, you know that, Pet?”

He began to lightly caress her breasts and smiled when her hazel eyes widened at the pleasure she felt. He leant down and licked a nipple with his hot tongue, before looking at her again.

“Do you like that?”

She nodded and gasped when he suckled each breast. She arched into him, moaning. What was this exquisite torture?

William shed his trousers before she had time to blink and returned his attention to her breasts. Her skin was soft and unblemished and she smelt of vanilla. He couldn’t keep his hands off her as he suckled her nipples.

Buffy tentatively touched him back. Her hands moulded his muscular arms and caressed his chest. He was a strong man and a handsome man and she enjoyed looking at him.

William spread Buffy’s legs and caressed the folds at the juncture of her thighs. He felt her jump with shock beneath him and he smiled.

“Easy, Kitten,” he said.

Then he massaged her clit with his finger and was rewarded with musky wetness. He slowly slid a finger into her damp heat and grew hard at how wonderful she felt. She encased him like a wet, warm glove.

Buffy sucked in her breath when his finger went into her. Oh, my goodness, but that felt so nice. Where was the pain and nastiness that had been described to her by married women? So far her husband had been nothing but considerate of her and it shocked her to the core.

William placed another finger in, preparing her for him. He was surprised at how ridiculously pleased he felt at being Buffy’s first. He had wanted her from the moment she’d first glared at him.

Buffy felt him spread her legs wider before settling between them, “This might hurt a bit, pumpkin, but then it’ll feel nice,” he said kindly.

Buffy nodded. She felt his hard member pushing at her entrance before slowly sliding in. it met the barrier and pushed through.

Buffy hissed at the brief pain and tears shone in her eyes.

William kissed her and stayed as still as he could to let her get used to him. Then he slowly began to thrust in and out and Buffy looked between their bodies out of interest to see his hard length moving in and out.

“Oooh,” she cried in delight.

William smiled. He was going to enjoy teaching her about love.

***

Willow sighed in frustration. She still hadn’t told Riley or angel about the Scoobies in the vain hope that she could miraculously bring them back.

“Oh, I wish they were back here,” she said.

There was a white flash and Giles, Xander and Anya appeared. They were all dressed in old-fashioned outfits and Xander still held a pistol in his hand.

“What the…?” They all cried.

Giles looked straight at Willow, “Willow! What did you do this time?”

“I..I don’t know. I wished you were all back here and ‘poof’ there you were.”

He frowned, “Did you make a wish the first time?”

Willow thought back, “Erm…oh…yes…I wished that you guys could go back in time for a few weeks…or something like that…and experience some history. Why?”

Giles held up his hand, “Don’t wish for anything else. If what I suspect is true. A Wish Master has granted you two wishes. If you make one more, he can steal your soul!”

Willow paled, “No more wishes. I’m not with the soul taking. But..er..how was it, guys?”

“I was a drunk and a heavy gambler at cards. I nearly lost the family estate,” muttered Giles.

“I was his son and a bit pathetic,“ mumbled Xander, “But I was going to shoot the man who kidnapped my sister,” he added holding up the pistol.

“And I was his Aunt on his Mother’s side. I was attacked by a highwayman and could only watch as my niece was kidnapped by the handsome man,” added Anya, smiling.

“You’re right, Willow, history can be interesting.”

“But what about Buffy and Spike?” Asked Willow.

“Buffy was my niece and Spike was the highwayman who kidnapped her. He wanted her for his wife. It was all very romantic,” said Anya, “And I expect he gave her lots of orgasms.”

“No wonder I wanted to shoot him….what do you mean Spike’s handsome?” Yelled Xander.

Willow ignored their arguing and looked at Giles, “Where are Buffy and Spike?”

***

Spike slowly woke up and found himself cuddling a warm body. His wife, he smiled. Then his blue eyes shot open in horror. Wife! He didn’t have a sodding wife. He looked at the body next to him and realized it was the Slayer. He sat up and looked about frantically. He appeared to be in Giles’s bed, naked and next to the Slayer.

“Bloody hell!” he muttered.

Hang on a minute! If he was naked, she must be. Spike lifted the covers up and saw the lovely sight of a naked Slayer.

“Hmmm,” he said before lying back down, nuzzling her neck and caressing her body. Might as well have some fun.

Buffy slowly awoke to a hand caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples, before trailing down her body to slip a finger inside her. Mmmmm, that’s nice, she thought and rubbed her bottom against his hardness. My husband, she remembered.

Then with startling clarity, Buffy realized three things; one) she hadn’t got a husband, two) she certainly hadn’t got this far with Riley just yet and three) the finger was as cool as the body lying against her. She froze. Please no!

“You’re awake then?” purred a familiar voice and Spike continued working his finger in and out of her.

Buffy gasped in pleasure, but muttered, “Sp..Spike. We should stop this right now.”

Spike withdrew his finger and turned her onto her back. He looked down at her, “So, you want me to stop doing this…?” He asked and licked a hard nipple with his cold tongue, before suckling hard on it.

He raised his head again and looked at Buffy.

“Y…yes I do,” she said, gulping. Spike had never been this damn handsome before. What was wrong with her?

“And you want me to stop this?” he continued, suckling on her other nipple.

Buffy groaned in spite of herself and arched her back, offering him better access.

“And if you hate me doing that, Slayer, you’ll definitely want to stop me doing this….”

Spike thrust himself into her wet heat and both widened their eyes in shock at the sensation. Hard and cool, warm and tight. Spike gathered speed and depth with each thrust, while Buffy gripped his buttocks and urged him on.

“What happened to my virgin wife?” Laughed Spike.

“She’s in another time along with her lack of strength,” said Buffy and flipped them over. Now she rode him.

The door flew open and the shocked couple turned to see Giles, Xander, Willow and Anya in the doorway regarding them with horror.

“Merciful Zeus!” Exclaimed Xander.

“Now we know what all that banging was,” said Anya helpfully, “It was the headboard hitting the wall.”

“Oh, Buffy….” Giles stammered and removed his glasses.

“Buffy and Spike…with the sex,” groaned Willow. It was all her fault. She knew it was.

“Get out!” Growled Spike, “Can’t you see we’re shagging?”

Buffy scrambled off Spike and wrapped a sheet around her; “I can explain…” she began.

“I doubt it.” Smirked Spike and he watched in delight, as all hell broke loose amongst the Scoobies. The Slayer could tell them all the lies she wanted, but the fact remained there was something between them now and he’d never let her forget it.