Buffy Summers had heard the rumours about the Boss of course, and had dismissed them as the nonsense they were:

‘He works all night and is hardly ever around during the day.’

‘He’s always been pale.’

‘He never goes out in the sun.’

‘His hand is cool when he shakes your hand.”

Buffy had also dismissed them because she simply wasn’t interested in her Boss. She came to work because she had to, not because she wanted to. Spike Williams was merely the owner of the company she worked for and nothing more. She didn’t want to know any more. And she certainly doubted if he knew he’d hired her. She was just the cog in a very large wheel.

For one small moment, Buffy idly wondered what he thought about the rumours that he was a Vampire. Then she collected herself and helped herself to more drink. What did she care what he thought?

Her hazel eyes scanned the room of people and she grimaced. Office parties! Why was she even here? It was fancy dress too, which she loathed. So, she was at a party with people she didn’t particularly like and dressed up in a daft costume to boot. Oh, yes, all of the food and drink was free, that’s why. And she’d hoped to forget about her asshole boyfriend, Angel - now ex. He of the boinking her neighbour.

Buffy turned and saw a bleached haired man enter the room. He wore a long black leather coat, heavy boots and he looked menacing in his dark clothes. She vaguely recognized the chisled features from some company e-mail and realized it was the Big Man himself.

Taking a sip of wine, Buffy watched as he stopped to talk to some fawning lackey, showing he wore fangs as he did so. He had obviously come as a Vampire and was playing up to the image everyone had of him. Pathetic, Buffy thought. It was definitely time to go.

Buffy picked up the skirts of her eighteenth century costume and headed towards the cloakroom to fetch her coat.

Unbeknownst to her, Spike knew everyone in his company. And he knew all about the icy blonde who had just slipped from the room. She had recently broken up with her philandering boyfriend and was a bit of a loner. He’d overheard several of his male staff complaining about the rude beauty in Accounts, who had upset their egos with her biting sarcasm.

Buffy intrigued him. She had clearly built up a barrier so as not to get hurt by a man again and was therefore a challenge. He hadn’t slept with a human woman in a long time. Perhaps it was time to change that.

***

Buffy went into the room where all of the coats had been piled up on tables and searched for hers. She finally located it and pulled it out, turning to go.

She stopped short when she saw Spike Williams lounging in the doorway.

“Leaving so soon, Pet?” He drawled and Buffy felt shivers down her spine at the sexiness of his British voice

“That’s right,” she said crisply, wishing he’d go away.

“It’s been a long day and I’m tired,” she added, as she walked towards him.

When he didn’t move out of her way, she frowned in annoyance.

“That’s a shame. I wanted to dance with you,” he said and gave her a heated look.

Buffy stared into his blue eyes and almost gasped in shock at the desire she saw burning in them. His look made her feel naked and she suddenly wished she hadn’t worn the low cut, old-fashioned gown. The corset was tight around her waist and pushed her breasts up, offering an impressive amount of tanned cleavage to his view. And the way he had said ‘dance’ sounded incredibly erotic.

She blinked and shook her head to clear it,

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” she answered, “Now, could you move, please?”

Spike eased himself off the door frame and looked down at her,

“Make. Me,” he said quietly and leered at her half exposed breasts.

Buffy looked up at him in anger and a little nervously. She could feel the sexual power that this man exuded and she fought down her body’s primitive reaction to it. How dare he bar her way? Boss, or not, she wouldn’t let him intimidate her like this.

Hazel eyes turned glacial and narrowed at him,

“I’m an expert kick boxer and if you don’t move out of my way, I’ll kick you so hard in the happy sacs, you’ll never be able to pester a woman again,” she hissed.

Spike hid a smile. Ooooh, feisty!

“Easy, Kitten. We can wait,” he told her confidently, and stroked a finger down her right cheek, before moving slowly out of her way.

Buffy hurried out, virtue fluttering and went home.

Spike watched her go and smirked. Kick boxer, eh? He knew she’d have a tight little body and as for her threat, he’d never been so aroused in his life.

***

Buffy slept badly. Apart from her Boss coming onto her, which was a most unwelcome turn of events, there was something about him that really bothered her. Frustrated with lack of sleep, she turned over again. What was it? Suddenly she sat up straight in bed. He had no reflection!

Wide-awake now with this revelation, Buffy went back over events. He’d had a weird aura now that she thought about it. And his touch had been cool. She felt her right cheek, remembering his cool finger slide over her skin. It had actually felt nice, which she chose to ignore. Instead, she remembered looking past him into a mirror, opposite the doorway in which he was standing.

It hadn’t registered with her at the time, as she was too flustered, but he had no reflection. My, God, he is a Vampire! Then her brain immediately told her that that was crazy. It was just a fairy story. Or was it? What if Vampires did exist and were able to live in today’s society because no one believed in them?

Then she shivered. Those fangs! The ones she had seen at the party must be real, and yet everyone else would think they were part of his costume. By playing up to the rumours he was cleverly making fun of people so that they didn’t really believe he was one.

Buffy vowed to read up on the subject tomorrow. Because if he was a Vampire, then didn’t that make the man she worked for an evil killer?

***

Spike had decided that he needed to get to know his staff better and therefore intended to spend time in every department with each member of the team. He would listen to their opinions etc and make improvements throughout the company. And he wanted to start in Accounts.

Buffy’s manager was pleased to have the Boss in his office and was only too glad to have him sit with his staff. Unfortunately he had to explain that Buffy would be in late that day, so Spike wouldn’t be able to sit with her first.

Spike digested this news with amusement. He’d obviously spooked his little ice queen, which meant he’d affected her. And he couldn’t wait for their next sparring match.

***

Buffy was engrossed in books about Vampires in the local library and forgot about time.

It appeared that the best way to kill them was via sunlight or by a wooden stake to the heart. Buffy frowned. She supposed that she could do the latter. She had enough body strength from all the kickboxing she did. But did she want to kill him?

The Authorities clearly wouldn’t believe her if she went to them, and he could be turning people when not slaking his blood thirst. One of the books had been about how Vampires mated and sired others.

Buffy had felt a tingle down her back when she read about the mating side. Vampires had incredible stamina and prowess as lovers. And they were also loyal to their mate. Unlike humans, she had thought bitterly.

She had berated herself for thinking about sex, because that bought back memories of his touch and she so didn’t want to go there. She regained her composure and read about the siring. Then she decided that Spike Williams must be evil and needed killing. A stake it was then! Although where the hell she was supposed to get a wooden stake from she didn’t know.

***

Back at the office, Buffy apologized for being later than she intended and promised her manager that she would stay back tonight and make the time up. She was more than a little fearful and mightily annoyed to find that she had to spend some time with Spike.

Buffy looked across the office to where he sat near her desk, and as if sensing her presence, he looked up. She glared at him when she saw his smirk. Oh, great, I’m getting stalked by a Vampire. She almost laughed hysterically at the situation, and gritted her teeth. The sooner she staked this handsome menace the better. And at least the Police couldn’t accuse her of murder, because he was supposed to turn to dust. No body, no crime.

Spike watched the play of emotions on Buffy’s face and relished aggravating her this afternoon.

“You must be Buffy?” He said, standing up and holding out his hand for a shake, as she finally came towards him.

Buffy’s eyes widened. He knew damn well who she was. And then she realised that he was taking perverse delight in the excuse to touch her. She couldn’t exactly refuse to shake his hand. That would be rude even for her.

She reluctantly put her small hand in his and shivered at the feel of his cool hand grasping hers. She felt something pass between them and frowned. What was the matter with her?

Spike felt her heart speed up as their hands touched and grinned. He let his thumb caress her hand before letting go and watched something flare in her eyes quickly. He was really beginning to get to her.

Once they sat down, she whispered harshly,

“Why did you pretend you hadn’t met me before?”

Spike raised a scarred eyebrow and his blue eyes twinkled,

“Because to all intents and purposes, no-one knows we’ve met, or knows of our interesting chat at the party.”

Then he shrugged, “Besides, it was the perfect excuse to touch you.”

“I knew it! I’ll have you done for sexual harassment, you pervert,” she snapped.

“That’s a bit steep, Luv. I only shook your hand.”

Buffy glared at him. How dare he make fun of her? He knew full well that he was playing with her. But she realised she couldn’t sue him for shaking her hand.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She wasn’t scared of him in the killer sense. She was in a room full of people after all. But she was scared of his blatant sexuality. His ‘come to bed’ eyes and handsome face were hard to ignore, but there was also something about him that just oozed ‘sex’ and caused her heart to beat faster.

“Why me?” Buffy groaned.

Spike smirked, “Because I want you, pet, and I mean to have you.”

Then he looked at her computer screen pointedly,

“However, at the moment I’m here to get to know my staff, Miss Summers, so if you could just run through your daily routine for me.”

Buffy looked at him incredulously,

“You’re not here to see what I do, Mr Williams, you’re here to annoy me.”

Spike blinked,

“Play along, Kitten. There’s a good girl. Your manager’s watching and the poor git is ever so glad I’m spending time with his staff. Don’t disappoint him.”

Hazel eyes stared at him. Fine. Play along she would and she wouldn’t let this bastard get to her. And when everyone had gone home, she would stake him in his office. It was simple.

Spike heard the change in heartbeat and felt a sense of suppressed excitement in his ice queen. He narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. She was up to something, the little minx.

He shifted closer to her, their knees almost touching.

“What” He asked innocently at her look, “I need to see the screen better.”

Buffy just gritted her teeth and remained silent. Vampires had excellent eyesight, according to the books she’d read, so she would put up with his blatant lie. Calm, calm, I’m all calm Buffy, she chanted in her head.

***

Spike had sat with Buffy for over two hours, keeping up the pretence of wanting to know his staff better. Certainly to her colleagues it had looked that way, but whenever no one was looking he wouldn’t hesitate to ‘accidentally’ brush against her.

Buffy was seething and more than ready to stake him. Just a brief touch of his fingers on her stockinged legs was like electricity. She had fought hard to bite back a moan. Damn him. He was breaking down her carefully erected barriers and once she let him in, he would destroy her. Just like Angel did.

Buffy had been relieved when he’d finally gone elsewhere. But she knew that he wouldn’t let up in his pursuit of her. And what if he wanted to turn her? She had absolutely no desire to become the undead. He has to go tonight!

***

Spike took the lift up to the top floor and made his way to his office. Well, office didn’t do it justice. He had a whole suite of rooms at his disposal, including a bedroom.

He walked into the office part and loosened his tie. Then poured himself a glass of brandy and took a few gulps. The few hours spent with Buffy had been a real test of his self-control. The vanilla scent of her skin and the sight of her delectable body in the short skirted suit had caused him to have a hard on for the whole time he sat with her. And he knew stockings when he felt them.

Spike had almost ravished her there and then, in front of the Accounts Department! But he’d reined his desire in. He knew she was going to come to him soon and that it wouldn’t be long before he was buried deep in her heat.

***

Buffy sat working while everyone slowly went home. She stayed until she had made up the time, and then she got ready to see Spike. The wooden tent peg she’d found at home for a stake was in her handbag and she felt ready for what she was about to do.

It was only as she was in the lift going up to the top floor that she realised the danger she might be putting herself in. Here she was alone in the building with a Vampire, apart from the security guard on the ground floor. She bit her lip. Was she crazy? Probably, an inner voice told her. Then she shrugged. How hard could it be?

***

Spike turned from facing the window, when he heard a knock on the door. Then he watched as Buffy came into his office.

“Buffy,” he smiled.

She walked into the middle of the room, stony faced and then stopped.

“Let’s stop with the pleasantries, Mr Williams. I just wanted you to know that you disgust me with your harassment of me. Also, I know what you are and that sickens me!”

Amused blue eyes looked at her,

“And what’s that, Pet?”

“You’re a Vampire!” She blurted, suddenly unsure of herself. Now that she’d said it out loud, she realised how ridiculous it sounded.

Spike didn’t even blink at the news.

“And this seems to bother you,” he said deadpan.

She rallied.

“Of course it bothers me. You’re a killer….a drinker of blood….and I can’t believe you’re not even denying it,” she said loudly.

Spike slowly walked towards her.

“That’s because I want you to know I’m a Vampire, Buffy. It will make things easier for you when we sleep together.”

She was flabbergasted,

“Why would I sleep with you when I hate you?”

“You only think you hate me, because I’m breaking down those barriers you’ve built up since Angel hurt you. You don’t want to let a man get close to you ever again and I’m affecting you despite your wishes, so you decided to hate me.”

Stunned hazel eyes looked at him. He was right about him affecting her, but how did he know so much about her?

She shook her head. He was conveniently forgetting the evil killer part.

“I think you’re forgetting that you’re a slaughterer of innocents, and I’m not really one for that,” she said.

Spike smirked, “Been reading up on the subject have you, Pet? I see you concentrated on that part rather than the more sensual side of being a Vampire.”

She frowned, losing track for a moment. She was supposed to tell him she hated him and then stake him. She wasn’t expecting him to talk to her and distract her with that tantalising bit of skin showing, where he’d loosened his shirt and taken his tie off.

“What do you mean by that?”

He took a step closer,

“I mean that we’re great lovers. Not only do I have the stamina of ten men, but I have the knowledge on how best to please a woman in bed. And it doesn’t stop there. Do you want to know why my cock will feel so good in you?” He purred.

Buffy shook her head slightly, mesmerised by his eyes and words.

He took another step towards her,

“My cool cock in your hot snatch will have the effect of contracting your inner muscles around me, as they react to the coolness. You’ll be tight around me, and I’ll fill you right up. It makes for a mind blowing ride, Pet.”

Buffy gulped, and closed her eyes. But that resulted in an image of their naked bodies entwined together, so she opened them again.

She continued to stare at him, while her right hand felt for her handbag and fumbled inside for the stake. She bought it out and raised it,

“Enough of your gross talk. This is something that someone should have done a long time ago to you.”

Spike stared at the wooden tent peg, she had in her hand and almost laughed out loud. God bless her, she intended to stake him with it. The poor misguided little love. And what a turn on. It was far better than any role-play he had envisaged for them.

“Come to stake me then, have you?”

She nodded and gripped the stake harder.

Spike quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, offering her a perfect view of his sculptured chest.

“Well, go ahead, Kitten. Aim just to the side of my left pec and thrust hard. Staking’s a tricky business and you have to do it right.”

The stake in Buffy’s hand began to wobble as she took in his six-pack and mockery of her.

“I will,” she said and gripped the stake determinedly again..

Suddenly Spike moved and Buffy found herself grabbed and held from behind. The stake was knocked from her hand and he held her in a neck lock, hard against his body.

Buffy gasped at his preternatural speed and the feel of his muscled body against her. She also couldn’t help but be aware of his arousal. She was very afraid.

“What are you going to do to me?”

Spike nuzzled her ear with his lips, “Relax, Luv. I’m not going to drink your blood. I’m going to make love to you,” he said, and ground his arousal against her clothed backside.

“Oh,” she squeaked.

“Yes. Oh.” He repeated, and spun her around.

He smirked at her, “You’re mine now, my gorgeous Buffy,” he growled, and then pulled her to him. His lips claimed hers in an erotic assault that left her breathless and she sagged against him for support. She knew she was in trouble the moment Spike’s lips plundered hers and he expertly kissed her. This was no quick kiss, leading to a quick foreplay session and then a tumble like Angel; it was demanding, searing and heavenly.

Buffy opened up to him and groaned as his Brandy flavoured tongue slipped into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue gently, tasting the alcohol and delighting in the sound he made in response. Then it was her turn to moan, as he alternately sucked on her bottom lip, dipped his tongue in her mouth for quick tastes and kissed her hungrily.

“I want you so much,” he said throatily, causing her stomach muscles to spasm in reaction to his words.

Then his hands were removing her suit jacket, while he kissed her senseless again, and his hands roamed her body.

Buffy responded and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Her hands caressed his chest and back, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath his cool skin. Instead of being turned off by the coolness, she found herself intrigued and aroused, especially when she remembered his words about how he would feel inside her.

Suddenly, Spike pulled back and held her at arms length,

“I want you to undress for me. Strip for me, Buffy,” he urged huskily.

Buffy stared at him with passion filled eyes. His molten gaze made her feel beautiful and wanted. And she felt sexy enough to do as he asked. Angel had never requested anything like this, or made her feel so special and the idea turned her on. She also relished the idea of having power over Spike and making him drool for her.

“Okay,” she purred sexily, causing a further stirring in his groin.

She took a step back from him, and slowly unbuttoned her silk, white blouse, all the while fixing him with her sultry hazel eyes. Once the buttons were undone, she let the blouse hang loose on her, tempting him with glimpses of a black lacy bra, and tanned skin. She smiled as he clenched his fists, and carried on with her strip.

Buffy lifted her arms and reached behind her to undo her blonde hair, which was restrained in several clasps. She threw the clips to one side and shook her head, letting her shiny hair fall into disarray around her shoulders. The action caused her bosom to jiggle, and her blouse to fall fully open. Spike was treated to the sight of her lovely uplifted cleavage, barely contained in the bra.

I’ll make them bloody jiggle in a minute, he thought, when my mouth and hands are on them…..

Buffy ran her hands slowly over her chest and down over her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. She reached behind her and drew the zip down, then she shimmied out of her skirt. The material fell to the floor and Spike was left with the view of Buffy standing in her high heels, stockings, underwear and open blouse. She was beautiful; tanned, toned perfection and he had a hard time holding himself back.

Sensing he was close to cracking, Buffy impishly decided to step things up. She drew her blouse down her arms and slipped it off, before throwing it at him. Spike caught the garment and brought it to his face. He sniffed the silk and closed his eyes, as he inhaled her vanilla scent.

“Mmmm,” he moaned and for a moment Buffy was mesmerised by his action.

When blue eyes devoured her again, she stepped out of her heels, and slowly took each stocking off. These were also thrown at him and Spike caught them all. She was going to be the death of him.

The lacy suspender belt soon followed, and Buffy paused before slowly unclasping her bra in the front. She held it closed though, while she slipped the straps off each arm, and Spike grew frustrated.

“Show me!” he growled.

She smiled, as she pulled the bra away and threw it at him. The bra hit him in the chest and fell to the floor, because Spike was too busy gaping at her breasts.

Buffy cupped her breasts and rubbed a finger over each taut nipple,

“Are these what you wanted to see, Spike?” She taunted.

Spike clenched his jaw, determined to see the whole strip through, and by God, then she was going to get it, the saucy little minx.

“Now the rest,” he bit out, “And put your heels back on when you’ve finished.”

Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. She loved the effect she had on him and wondered how much further she could push him.

She hooked her fingers into her lace panties, and pulled the sides up and down to tease, before turning around and presenting Spike with the view of her tight bottom in a thong.

A tiny scrap of material separated the smooth globes of her bum and Spike had never wanted to rip off a woman’s knickers so much in all his life. He closed his eyes in agony, before opening them again, to see Buffy wriggle out of said underwear. Then she turned back to face him, put her high heels back on and stood naked before him.

He looked her up and down,

“Very nice, Pet. Nearly drove me bloody mad, you did. I’m tempted to put you over my knee for teasing me too much.”

Buffy’s eyes widened at the thought of him spanking her, and she was horrified to find she was wet.

Spike prowled towards her, and stroked her cheek.

“Some other time though. Right now I have something else in mind. Go over to my desk and sit on it facing my chair, with your legs spread wide open.

Buffy obeyed, completely enthralled by him, and he watched her tight bum sway as she walked over to his large desk.

Spike walked around the desk, and stood between her spread legs. He tipped her chin up with a finger and stared into her eyes.

“I’ve dreamt about this for so long,” he whispered, before kissing her.

He pulled back as Buffy responded and she pouted at him.

He smiled and ran a hand down the side of her neck, over her chest, and fondled her breasts.

“I’m going to show you how a man should make love to a woman, and you’re never feel the same again,” he said.

Then he dipped his head to her breasts and licked each hard peak with his cool tongue. Buffy sucked in a breath at the sensation of cool wetness on her hot nipples,

“Oh, God,” she groaned and arched her back.

Spike massaged each mound with a firm hand and played homage with his mouth. He licked, suckled and lightly bit on each rosy bud, until Buffy didn’t think she could take any more of the heady pleasure she felt.

Then Spike caressed her warm thighs with his cool hands and she shivered at his touch. It was almost electric, the way he made her skin jump in response. She’d never known anything like it, but she craved the feel of his cool fingers inside her.

She blinked and looked down when she felt no such penetration. Instead Spike sat down in his black leather chair and wheeled towards the desk. He ran his hands up her legs from her ankles to her knees and looked up at her.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look, sitting naked and splayed before me on my desk, in just your stilettos?” he asked.

Buffy numbly shook her head. And felt more wetness between her legs, as she watched him staring at her splayed pussy lips.

“Now you’re going to feel the pleasure of a Vampire eating you out,” he purred and leant forwards.

His cool tongue licked up her moist cleft and Buffy jumped in response. She was so hot down there, that his cool tongue actually felt like ice on her and the effect was mind blowing.

Spike had that one taste of her musky juices and he was lost. Growling, he grabbed her thighs and ground his face against her pussy, stabbing her with his tongue and sucking on her clit.

Buffy wailed helplessly against his onslaught and felt wave after wave of pleasure roll over her. The first orgasm caught her by surprise, but she was sobbing by the time the third crept up on her.

“Please….Spike….it’s too much,” she cried.

Spike lapped up the last of her juices and grinned up at her,

“Sorry, Pet. Got carried away I did.”

He stood up and unbuckled his trousers, letting them slide to the floor. He watched Buffy in amusement as she took in the fact that he was naked underneath and sporting a large erection.

“My goodness,” she exclaimed at his size. Fill her up, he was going to stretch her wide!

Spike stepped out of his trousers pooled around his ankles and pulled Buffy up.

“Turn around, Pet and bend over the desk for me.”

Buffy did so and immediately felt a cool finger thrust into her wet heat.

“Bloody hell, you’re like an inferno,” he growled and thrust a second finger in.

Buffy gasped, and pushed back against his thrusting digits. It was just like he’d promised. His coolness caused her muscles to contract around him and it made her feel tighter as his fingers pumped her. She couldn’t wait to feel his cock.

“I need you in me now, Spike,” she pleaded.

He withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his cock at the slippery entrance, before thrusting hard home.

Both cried out in sensation. Buffy felt completely filled by him and Spike loved how tight she was around him.

“It’s like having a virgin,” he rasped and began to thrust in and out of her hot core.

Buffy spread her legs wider and thrust her bottom back at him, as he thrust into her. It had the effect of taking him even deeper into her and Buffy swore she saw stars.

“That’s my beauty,” he panted and continued his rhythm.

“Oh, Spike…fuck me,” she screamed.

“I’m fucking you, Pet,” he told her, and reached between them to flick her clit.

Both came hard and Buffy collapsed on the desk, as Spike withdrew. He looked down at her and grinned. God, he loved this woman. She was something else. She’d tried to stake him, stripped for him and given herself so freely to him.

He picked her up in his arms and headed towards the bedroom.

“Think we’ll continue this in more comfortable surroundings,” he told her.

Buffy’s jaw dropped open, “Again? So soon?”

Spike looked at her, “I thought I’d explained about the stamina part, Luv.”

“You did, but I mean…well…wow!” she uttered and then she felt his arousal prodding her as he held her to him.

***

After Spike had made love to Buffy twice more, in different positions, she gained confidence and decided to take control. She’d never been with a partner as understanding as Spike before and he was more than willing to let her experiment.

“What would you like to try, Pet?” He asked her, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

Buffy blushed,

“I…er…erm…can I handcuff you?” she asked hurriedly.

Spike grinned, “Of course, Kitten. Look in the cabinet beside the bed and you should find a pair of handcuffs.”

Buffy went and found them and stared at them in her hands. She’d always fancied doing this to someone. She liked the idea of having someone physically stronger than her completely at her mercy. And Spike was a bonus. As a Vampire he was extremely strong and she couldn’t wait to have him do her will.

She climbed back onto the huge bed, and straddled him. Then she leaned forward and handcuffed his wrists to the bedstead.

“And you can’t escape?” She asked, suddenly suspicious of him.

“I can easily break these apart, Luv, I won’t lie to you, but rest assured I want you to play with me. Do what you want, Buffy.”

Right, she would. She began to kiss every inch of his skin, and Spike groaned a few times in response. She licked his nipples and sucked on the tiny nubs, and then felt the desire to bite hard on them.

Spike reared up,

“Oh, God. Do it again.”

Buffy obliged, thrilled with a sudden sense of power. She would bring this Vampire to his knees.

She carried on licking, nipping and kissing her way down his body until she got to his crotch. She was amazed to see he was hard once again, and she was intrigued. She held his length in her hand and watched fascinated, as it seemed to grow bigger in her grip. It felt velvety smooth to the touch and she stroked it gently.

Spike hissed in a breath at her light touch. Never in his wildest dreams did he think a woman could be so innocent and wanton at the same time. Buffy clearly hadn’t experimented much, and yet that didn’t seem to be her fault. She was more than willing to do so with him and he looked forward to teaching her.

She cupped his balls and caressed them, then lifted them up slightly so that she could run a finger down the crease underneath that led to his arse. She grinned when she felt definite twitching from Spike.

“Do you like that, spike?” She purred.

“Ah huh.”

She turned hazel eyes on him,

“Would you like me to lick you there?”

He nodded. Vixen.

Buffy bent her head and licked the crease several times, before sucking gently on each ball. Her hand gripped and pumped his shaft and she loved hearing his guttural moans and pleas.

She moved up the bed slightly and took Spike’s cock in her mouth. He raised his hips and pumped gently. He couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Oh, Buffy…Luv….keep going.”

The feel of her hot mouth around him was heaven and he loved the slurping noises she made. But just as he thought he was going to come, she took her beautiful mouth away.

She grinned and straddled him.

He growled in frustration,

“That’s not playing fair, Pet.”

“I know, Spike. But I want to ride you,” she said and he forgave her as she slowly sank down on him. She clenched him with her inner muscles and rode him hard, then soft, and then hard again.

She looked down at him and thought she saw his face ripple slightly,

“Show yourself to me, Spike,” she said.

Spike vamped out and instead of scaring her as he thought he might, Buffy seemed curious.

“Show me your fangs,” she whispered.

He opened his mouth obligingly and she looked at them. She didn’t know why, but she was incredibly turned on by it all. She rode him furiously, rotating her hips and sinking down on him, before sliding back up.

“Oh, God, Spike….I’m coming,” she cried.

And they both did. Buffy collapsed exhausted on his chest

“I love you,” he said quietly.

She raised her head and looked at him,

“Pardon?”

“I love you, Pet and I always will.”

Buffy was completely taken aback by this.

“Erm, oh. …well, I think I love you too, Spike, but I’m not very good at this….I mean, what does this mean for us?”

She got off him and undid the handcuffs, then sat by him.

“I don’t know. I was going to ask you to spend eternity with me.”

Buffy’s eyes widened,

“You mean bite me and make me a Vampire.”

“Yeah. But if you don’t want that, I’ll spend the rest of your life with you and I’ll walk out into the Sun when you’ve gone.”

Her eyes filled with tears at such an incredibly romantic and sad idea. Then she thought about being a Vampire. The idea of living forever was appealing, especially spending it in Spike’s arms, but she still didn’t go much on the idea of killing someone for blood or drinking it.

“I couldn’t kill anyone,” she said.

He laughed, “Nor could I, you daft Bird. Vampires can drink blood without killing, you know. And if we want we can drink animal’s blood mixed with red wine. It’s fine as it goes, but there’s nothing like satisfying your blood lust. It’s a real aphrodisiac, especially when you share blood play with the woman you love.”

Buffy watched him, fascinated rather than appalled by his words.

“Then, I’d like to join you in eternity, Spike,” she said softly.

He grinned, “You won’t regret it.”

She looked at him, and smiled, “An aphrodisiac?” She questioned.

Spike inched towards her and then quickly rolled her beneath him, pinning her arms above her head with just one strong arm. He reached down between them and rubbed lazy circles on her clit, smiling at how quickly she became wet again for him,

“A definite aphrodisiac, Luv. And Vampires bite each other in much more interesting places than where I’m about to bite you.”

She felt a thrill at his seductive words,

“Are they in ‘naughty’ places by any chance?”

“Yes, Pet, I’m afraid some of them are….”

The End