Sequel to the AU story ‘Night Intruder’, as requested by several people. J. Buffy is scared of how much Spike affected her and doesn’t want a man to have that much control over her. But Spike has other ideas.

Buffy knocked on Willow’s bedroom door and entered. She bit her lip nervously as she faced her all time best friend.

“Willow…I…erm have something to confess…”

The Red Head looked up from her books and smiled, “Confess away.”

Buffy sat down on the foot of the bed.

“It’s about those apartments…the Christmas Day ones. Well…I kinda didn’t burgle them. I meant to, but I got all side tracked and erm didn’t.”

Willow frowned. “Oh!”

Then,

“Sidetracked how?”

“By a man. He was at home when he shouldn’t have been and I had to hide under his bed until he went to sleep and did I mention that he was totally gorgeous? Well, he was and anyway he finally went to sleep, but so did I. I woke up much later and meant to leave but I couldn’t resist …erm …lifting up the covers and having a look at him. I’m such a slut. Then he woke up and caught me and kinda persuaded me to have sex with him otherwise he would have called the cops. But it was wonderful sex…and then he persuaded me to stay Christmas Day and we had a lovely time……”

“Breathe, Buffy, breathe,” instructed Willow kindly, amused by her friend’s rant.

“Then what happened?”

“Well, I left while he was asleep on Boxing Day. Oh, God, I told him all about me, Wills and I failed us!” Buffy sobbed.

Willow hugged her friend, “Hey, it’s o.k. Don’t worry about it, Buffy. I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I think we have enough money and I want to quit burgling….”

“Me too,” sniffed Buffy.

“I’ve met someone,” continued Willow, “She’s called Tara and we’re soul mates. And she’s so full of goodness that I don’t think she’d approve of what we do somehow.”

Buffy looked up, “So you don’t mind me messing up?”

“God no. I’m glad and I’m glad you met a man who could finally give you decent sex. It’s about time.”

“Even if it was for just two nights.”

“Yep, even if it was just for two nights.”

“Two nights of hot, mind-blowing sex,” said Buffy quietly to herself.

Willow smiled at her friend. She could see that this man had affected her deeply, but if Buffy wasn’t ready for him yet, then she wasn’t ready. It certainly wasn’t any of Willow’s business whether Buffy chose to run away. But deep down the Red Head hoped she came to her senses.

Buffy suddenly realised that Willow had said she’d met someone.

“So, Wills, who is this Tara?”

“You’ll get to meet her later if you come to the Pussycat club with us.”

Buffy decided that she needed to forget about Spike as he was too dangerous to her equilibrium and a night out with the girls would be just the thing.

“Okay. I’ll find something to wear.”

***

Spike was furious. Everywhere he went he found himself looking for blondes with hazel eyes. He would see a woman with the same coloured hair as Buffy and the same height, only to be disappointed when the woman turned around. How could she have left him like that? He thought they’d had a great day together, in bed and out. Then when he’d woken up she was gone. And yet he was positive that Buffy felt the same way, which meant that he had really got to her and she was running scared.

Spike clenched his jaw in anger. He was extremely annoyed that she would throw something perfect away instead of trying to give it a go. Well, he would find her and she would be his again.

***

So far that day Buffy had thought about Spike at least a hundred times, but she was determined to forget all about him, as it was a relationship that could never be. Yes, they’d had fantastic sex together, but you couldn’t base a relationship on that. She was a thief - well had been a thief (all new Buffy now) - and he wouldn’t be able to forget about that.

Buffy put on her slinkiest outfit and met Willow in the kitchen of their apartment.

“Wow!” Said the Red Head when she saw Buffy’s silver, halter-necked min-dress. The sleeveless, figure-hugging creation showed her friend’s tanned lithe figure to advantage.

Buffy gave a shy smile,

“I wanted to cheer myself up. Maybe even talk normally to a guy. I don’t look too slutty do I?”

“That’s a big no,” said Willow, “You look sexy.”

Buffy felt it, but as soon as they walked into the heaving club her confidence left her.

“Let’s get a drink,” she said a bit desperately, and led the way to the bar. Alcohol would calm her nerves and maybe let her talk to a guy as she intended.

Willow looked at her friend as she ordered the drinks. Buffy had it bad for this guy called spike. She had never seen her friend so flustered over someone before - and so determined to forget him. If only they could meet up again.

***

Spike walked into the Pussycat club with his friend Xander, really wishing he wasn’t here. All he could think about was a certain sexy blonde thief and he wasn’t in the mood to go clubbing. He knew he’d never find her, but he hadn’t given up hope yet and had made enquiries about her friend Willow. If he could find Willow, he could find Buffy. The other girl had left a trail of false addresses, but Spike was narrowing them down.

Xander handed his friend a double whiskey,

“There you go, my friend. Now cheer up. You’re normally ‘pulling the birds’ as you call it, left, right and centre.”

Spike took the drink and grimaced,

“Not tonight, mate. The birds can fly free.”

Xander shrugged. There were plenty of young lovelies in here tonight who didn’t know it yet, but they were ready for some Xander loving. And if Spike wasn’t interested, it left the field open for him.

Spike took a swig of his drink and lazily looked around the club. His gaze suddenly swept back to a blonde head and his eyes widened in shock. It was her! It was Buffy. He couldn’t believe it. She looked radiant in a silver, sparkly mini-dress and she was talking animatedly to a Red Head. That must be Willow, he thought.

He watched as another blonde woman came up and took the Red Head away for a dance. Buffy was left alone and he watched how she seemed to wilt, clearly not wanting to be in the club as much as him. Oh, why did you run away from me if you’re so unhappy, Sweetheart? He thought. Then an idea came to him and he grinned. It was time he played Buffy at her own game.

***

Buffy went into her bathroom and stepped in the shower, pleased to wash the night away. She had finally managed to enjoy a few dances with her friends, but left the club early and came back to the apartment. Willow had seen her to the cab and informed her that she would be staying at Tara’s.

Buffy didn’t mind being alone. It gave her time to think non-Spike thoughts and sort her life out. She needed to find a proper job for one thing, as she hated being idle.

She finished her shower, cleaned her teeth and climbed naked into bed. She was so emotionally drained that she fell asleep immediately

***

Spike had kept himself hidden from Buffy in the club and then followed her home. He had managed to get her apartment number by looking at some papers while the security guard was distracted and he was now climbing up the outside of the building to her balcony.

He had nearly slipped several times and wondered at his sanity, but he pressed on. He finally climbed onto her balcony and was relieved to see the door slightly ajar for some air, as he hadn’t actually considered how he was going to get in once he had got up here.

Spike quietly slid the door open and crept into the room. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he could see it was a living room, so he made his way over to the first door he could see.

The door creaked slightly as Spike pushed it slowly open and he paused, ready for all hell to break loose. But nothing happened and he opened it further with no trouble. He stepped into the carpeted room and could see it was a lady’s bedroom. But there was no occupant in the bed and so he came out and tried the next door.

In the semi-darkness, Spike could make out a figure in the bed and he grinned. The thin curtains covering the window to one side of the bed offered plenty of light as his eyes adjusted and he could clearly see Buffy’s slumbering form.

He tiptoed over to her bed and looked down at her. She was lying on her back with her bare shoulders and arms showing above the duvet.

My girl must be naked, he thought with growing desire. Time to return the favour! Spike began to tug the duvet off Buffy, revealing more of her luscious naked body to his warm gaze. She frowned in her sleep, obviously sensing the change in temperature and Spike smirked. He’d soon warm her up again.

He began to kiss her body softly, from her toes, up her legs, and then lying on the bed beside her, he kissed her thighs.

Buffy stirred and moaned softly, but remained asleep.

Spike covered her stomach with feather like kisses and continued up to her breasts. There he couldn’t resist lathering a nipple with his tongue, before sucking it hard into his mouth.

Buffy awoke as the feeling of a warm mouth suckling her nipples finally penetrated her senses. Trying not to panic, she opened her eyes to slits and could see her intruder intent on his task, but she couldn’t see his face clearly. Ignoring how nice it felt, she slowly reached her arm out and grabbed her bedside light. She was about to hit him on the head, when her arm was caught in a strong grip.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I was you, Pet,” drawled a familiar voice.

“Spike!” Buffy cried incredulously, “Oh, my God…. How?”

He grinned at her, “I saw you in the club and followed you home. I’m returning the favour.”

Buffy frowned, “Returning the favour?” She asked, puzzled and still half asleep. This was all too much for her to take in.

“Yeah, Luv. Breaking in and eyeing the goods before I have me a taste.”

Buffy put the lamp back on the stand and turned it on. Now she could see him clearly. She’d forgotten just how gorgeous he was. Her dreams hadn’t done him justice.

“You’re insane,” she said, trying to move away from his heavenly body so that she could concentrate, “Why are you here?”

“Why did you run away?” He answered her question with his own.

Buffy could see the hurt in his expressive eyes and felt incredibly guilty for her action,

“I’m a thief,” she said sadly, “Well, was a thief. I’ve stopped now. But the point is, it wouldn’t work between us because of that. You’d always remember….”

“So you ran away rather than try?” He asked angrily.

Buffy bit her lip in anguish, “Yes!” she blurted, and looked at him, “I’m sorry, Spike. I got scared and didn’t want you to hate me when you woke up.”

“I don’t hate you,” he said and leant over her, slowly lowering his mouth to hers,

“And it really turned me on that you were a thief and had broken into my apartment.”

“Oh,” she muttered and succumbed to his masterful kiss, “You’re a very strange man.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned as his hands caressed her curves.

“I meant what I said, Buffy,” he said between lingering kisses, “You’re mine!”

Buffy thrilled at his words, even though they sounded incredibly chauvinistic. Her inner primal woman responded to his inner caveman.

“Yessss,” she said as he nibbled her ear.

She helped him remove his jeans and shirt and was pleased to see he wore little else. She rolled on top of him and straddled his chest

“But in my bed, you’re mine,” she said determinedly and Spike was only too happy to lie back and let her take control.

She placed her palms flat on his chest and leant down to kiss him hungrily on the mouth. She explored his mouth slowly with her tongue, dipping in and out of the warm recess and she smiled at his groan of pleasure. She rubbed her rapidly wettening mound against his crotch and giggled at his exclamation of “Minx!”

Then Buffy showed him no mercy. She rained kisses down his throat, his chest and his abdomen, as she shifted down the bed. She felt his stomach muscles flutter as her lips ran over the tight and sensitive skin there and then on to his hard cock. She grabbed it in her hand and squeezed lightly,

“What have we here?” She purred, looking up at him through narrowed eyes.

Spike watched in awe as Buffy bent her head and slowly ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. It jumped in her hand.

“Oh, God,” he groaned.

Buffy grinned at his response, before taking him into her warm mouth. She licked and swirled her tongue around him as her hand pumped him and her thumb rubbed the head. Her other hand managed to caress his balls and tease the crease under them.

Spike nearly shot off the bed. Bloody hell, this woman knew how to please a man!

Suddenly she stopped and hopped off the bed.

“Whh…what?” Asked Spike.

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting something,” she said, and rummaged around in her bedside cabinet. She found what she was looking for and returned to her former position.

Spike heard a buzzing sound and then felt a vibrator held against his balls. He liked the sensation and let Buffy continue what she was doing to him. He groaned afresh as her mouth pleasured him to new heights. He couldn’t help pumping his hips slightly, causing her to take him even deeper into her mouth and she sucked eagerly until she could taste his pre-cum.

Buffy released his cock from her lips and quickly straddled him, sinking down onto him and moaning at the contact. He was so big inside her, stretching her nicely. She rose up and sank back down on him, twisting her hips as she did so, and clenching her inner muscles around him.

Spike held her hips, helping her to ride him, and he thrust his hips upwards to meet hers.

“Oh, aargh, oh,” she panted, “Gonna come, Spike!”

“Yeah, come for me, Baby. I’m right there with you.”

Both climaxed and Buffy collapsed on top of him. Spike withdrew from her slick folds and gathered her to his side. He kissed the top of her head and said breathlessly, “Marry me, Buffy?”

Catching her breath and stilling her rapidly beating heart after their exertions, she turned to him.

“Yes…. oh, my, God…. yes, I will.”

Then she frowned, “Are you crazy?”

“Probably,” he replied and shut her up by kissing her thoroughly.

“My turn on top, I believe, Mrs Giles,” he stated and bent his head to her breast.

The End