ch. 10

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh! Uh!”

“I am baby. I am.” Angel wiped his forehead with his arm, his hands returning immediately to Dru’s waist. He grunted, pulling her hips back on his cock forcefully. His eyes screwed close and he let nature take its course. God she was amazing. The way she clenched her muscles, alternating the rhythm and pressure. After 2 months of boning her, he was still in awe of her prowess in bed.

He tried to feel guilty. Really, he did. Spike was his friend. Probably, the only person Angel did call friend, but she was offering it to him. What was he supposed to do, say no?

“Angel, oh, god, harder. Harder.” Dru shrieked, knowing her release was close. She looked over her shoulder, her jet-black hair falling in waves. She smiled evilly. Just a few more minutes, and Spike would be home. 2 more minutes and Spike’s world would come crumbling down. And she’d get the best orgasm of her life, she reasoned.

Angel felt his balls tightened, and he draped his body over Dru’s, his hands seeking her breasts. He clenched them tightly, bruising her delicate skin. “Oh.. oh..unh..unh.” He gasped as he pumped her hard.

Dru heard the lock click, and it sent her over the edge. “Omigod, Angel. Omigod!” She screamed, her eyes closing tightly, her breath coming out in gasps. They collapsed together on the bed, Angel still inside her, still hard.

“You are amazing.” Angel gasped, bestowing kisses on her back.

“I’ll come back when you’re finished.” Spike said from the doorway. His face stony and cold, his eyes revealing the revulsion and hurt he felt. Dru smiled and rolled over, her body flush and sated as Angel scrambled off the bed, his cock limp and flaccid against his thigh.

“Spike, man…”

Spike turned away, walking quickly through the house and out the door. Dru laughed breathlessly into the comforter, as she heard the car pull out of the driveway. She peeked from under her arm at Angel, and could see his conscience returning. Now, that just wouldn’t do.

Dru sniffled, drawing Angel’s attention. When she saw she had it, she began to cry in earnest. “I didn’t want to hurt him, Angel. I just don’t love him anymore. I..” She said hesitantly, with the right amount of innocence to pull him in.

Angel sat down on the bed, gathering her into his arms. “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay. Let’s get your stuff. You can stay with me until you figure out what you want to do.” Dru nodded.

“Thanks, Angel. I don’t think he’ll forgive us.” I know he won’t, especially when I tell him how long this has been going on.

Spike didn’t get far. He pulled over to the side of the road before he killed himself. He sat, staring at the cars passing him by, seeing Dru, her head thrown back in ecstasy as his best friend did her from behind. He shook his head, wishing he could forget the sounds. They were like two pigs rutting in the mud. They were in his bed, fucking. His girl. His friend. His Yoda. Angel was like a brother to him. Not anymore.

It hurt. It hurt so badly, and all Spike wanted to do was curl up in a corner, a bottle of Jack at his side, and forget. But he couldn’t forget, and he couldn’t go home. Not with them there. Not with the scent of their coupling permeating through his bedroom. He needed to get away. He needed... his daddy.

Spike put the car in gear, driving like an old man down the familiar streets till he pulled up to the Magic Box. Giles looked up, smiling in greeting. He took one look at his son’s face, and ran to him. He gripped his arms, tightly, wondering what could have happened to Spike. He looked awful. The pain on his face, so palpable that Giles felt his heart twist in shared pain.

“Will, what is it? Tell me, son.” He demanded, shaking Spike.

Spike shook his head. He couldn’t say the words. Couldn’t admit how right Giles had been about Dru. Spike dropped to his knees, his body shaking and trembling with the force of his heartache. Giles pulled his grown son into his arms, stroking his back like he used to do when he was a child.


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Buffy felt Spike stiffened, and she stared into his eyes, which for once were unreadable. A thousand questions ran through her mind, but all she wanted to say to him was “I Love You.”

Spike felt as if the sun had been eclipsed. A coldness that seeped into his bones, and prevented the sun’s hot rays from reaching his heart. Buffy. God, she was so beautiful and pure of heart, and then there was Dru, who’s soul was so black and hard, he worried she’d sully Buffy with her evilness.

Spike closed his eyes, wishing he could recapture the joy he’d felt minutes before when he gazed into Buffy’s eyes, his declaration of love on the tip of his tongue. Once again, Druscilla had managed to cast an ugly shadow over his life, and in that moment, he hated her. He hated everything she stood for, for everything it meant to him. Failure, disappointment, betrayal.

Buffy stared at the dark-haired woman behind Spike, and it clicked. Mrs. Cavanaugh and his bitchy ex were one and the same. So, that meant Liam Cavanaugh was the other man, the friend that’d betrayed him. Buffy felt staggered by the white-hot anger she felt lance through her body. What they’d done to him, the humiliation and pain he went through, it nearly destroyed him. She wished she had a glass of champagne. She’d gleefully throw it in that woman’s face.

If they hadn’t hurt him, you wouldn’t have him now. The calm, rational part of her brain reminded her. The irrational girlfriend side only saw the light dim in his eyes, only saw the flash of pain before he placed his game face on. No, the woman who loved this sweet, kind, funny, sexy man wanted to kick somebody’s ass, and it might as well be the tramp in front of her.

Spike turned, his eyes blank and distant. He hadn’t been this close to Dru since the day she moved out of the house. She’d showed up to pour salt into the wound. It was all a joke to her. She wanted to see the pain on his face as she left, moved her stuff out of his house and into Angel’s.

"Druscilla." He said, flatly.

"William, what a small world we live in. Imagine my surprise when I saw you come in. For a moment, I
assumed you were working for the caterer." She said, laughing falsely at her joke.

"He came to surprise me." Buffy said, grabbing Spike’s hand. He looked at her timidly, and her desire to pummel Dru grew by leaps and bounds.

"Isn’t that sweet?” Dru commented, her eyes never leaving Spike’s face.

"Dru, what do you want? If it’s to say hello, you’ve done it. Now, trot back over to your husband." Spike sneered. "I’m sure he’s wondering where you got off to." Spike glanced over his shoulder, talking with a group of distinguished-looking men. He caught Liam’s eye, and tilted his hand to Dru. Liam never faltered in his speech. Spike had to hand it to him. He was always a smooth operator, unless you knew him. Which he did.

"Ms. Summers’ father invited us, so we won’t be leaving anytime soon. Don’t you want to catch up on old times?" She said, placing her hand on Spike’s arm. Spike flinched. He prayed he’d be able to wash her touch off before he made love to Buffy.

Buffy clenched and unclenched her fist behind her back, anything to keep her from breaking the lovely, manicured fingers curled like talons around Spike’s wrist. Say something to her. She screamed at Spike, at herself. All she knew was it was vitally important to get him away from her.

"Which old times would that be?" Buffy said softly. "Would that be about the time you fucked his friend in his bed?" Buffy generally avoided using vulgar language, but she wanted Dru to get the message. I know where you live, bitch.

Spike smiled, the first display of emotion since Dru interrupted them.

"Such sweet talk." Dru ground her molars, wanting to take Buffy out by her hair and throw her into the street. "William, your taste in women has certainly changed. You used to go for a more refined woman."

"Aren’t you the hypocrite?” Spike drawled, his thumb guiding lazily over the back of Buffy’s hand.

“By refined, do you mean slutty? Cause I’m not sure if my definition matches yours.” Buffy laughingly stated.

“Why you little twit? Do you know who I am?” Dru said, her brown eyes flashing yellow with rage. Buffy stepped closer to her, not backing down a bit.


Liam looked over at the threesome, and felt his stomach dropped. William and Druscilla were a tempestuous couple to begin with, but with years of animosity under their belts, there might be bloodshed.

Liam could see Monday’s headline clearly. "Cavanaugh’s wife carted away by police!" Liam excused himself from the conversation on golf swings and handicaps, and threaded his way quickly over to the burgeoning war.

“Yeah, I do. You’re trash, and no amount of money is going to change that.” Buffy said, her voice
rising.

Liam got to Dru’s side in time to hear Buffy’s comment.

"Dru." He warned, knowing she was getting ready to let loose a string of epithets that would have a sailor blushing. "Let’s go." He said, grabbing her arm tightly. "William, it was good to see you. Ms. Summers. Goodnight."

Dru wrenched her arm out of Liam’s grasp. “If you’d been any kind of a man, Spike, you would have known I didn’t love you. You are absolutely pathetic.”

“Dru, you’re making a scene.” Liam whispered sharply in her ear. “Shut up before you say something you’ll read about in the papers tomorrow.” Liam’s grip on Dru’s arm increased to painful proportions. She winced, and knew that for once, Angel wasn’t going to give into her.

“We’re not finished. Not by a long shot, William.“ She glared at Buffy as Liam led her away.


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Buffy watched them give their regards to her parents. “Politicians. They give me the he bee gee bees.” Buffy felt Spike pull away, and she threw her head back, asking for assistance. What is this ‘Revenge of the Exes Part Deux‘?

She followed him as he moved deeper into the museum. He stopped next to a Monet donated by her parents, and leaned against the wall. He grasped Buffy’s hand and pulled till they both sat on the floor. Buffy curled up next to him, thankful for the slit.

“Accessible.” She said.

“Huh?”

“Dawn said this slit was accessible. And she was right.” She said, pulling the material back to reveal her shapely, tanned leg. Spike stared at the bronze skin, his hand reaching to touch her.

“Want to talk about it?” She asked, laying her head on his shoulder.

“Not really.”

“Okay.” Well, I want to talk about that evil woman. What in the hell did you see in her?

“I know you’re wondering what I saw in her.” He said, grinning when he felt Buffy jump.

“What was that? Jedi mind trick?”

“No, maturity.” He said matter-of-factly.

She traced his chin with her fingers. “You’re a good man.” Buffy lifted her head, seeking his mouth.

“Thank you. She’s just pissed I’m not miserable any longer.” He said against her lips.

“Glad to hear it. You were referring to me, right?” Buffy grinned, smug in the knowledge she made him happy.

Spike shook his head at the obvious answer. “I meant you, my beautiful golden girl.”

They sat, staring at each other, drinking in the sight of the other. He’d felt unsettled since boarding the plane earlier in the week. His feelings for Buffy were so strong, he didn’t know if he’d ever get used to the warmth he felt just being around her. She was his everything, and that scared him. Scared him because there were losers like Riley out there stalking her, and vengeful witches like Dru out to harm him.

“I missed you, Pet.” Spike told her, turning his head slightly. He sighed hard, and Buffy snuggled closer, wanting to climb inside his jacket and rest there.

“Yeah, you say it, but do you mean it?” She joked. “Because I still have my clothes on, and you promised me debauchery. And this isn’t debauchery.”

Spike peered at her in the semidarkness. “I can do debauchery here. In the car. In the office. Up against a wall. I’m ready and willing to go.”

Buffy rubbed her thighs together, wanting desperately to test the limits of this dress.

Buffy climbed into his lap, her hands sliding inside his jacket. “I want to go home, and make love to you. Let me take care of you, Will?”


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“Anyone want to bet they‘re back there defaming Picasso and Renoir?“ Dawn asked lightly.

“Now, Dawnie, your sister has great respect for the Masters.” Willow stated seriously.

“That’s right Dawn. From what she hinted at, Spike is a master of the fine art of cunn..”

“Hey, guys!” Buffy chirped, becoming alarmed when Tara choked.

Dawn snickered, sobering when Spike gave her a look. Willow patted Tara on the back, but she waved her off. “I’m fine.” She croaked.

“Are you sure, hun?” Buffy asked concerned, putting her arm around Tara’s shoulders.

“Yep, I’m good.” Tara told her, shaking her head for emphasis.

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“Do you realize the damage you could have caused?” Liam said as he drove back to their house. “Do you?” He said sharply, the car swerving with the force of his words.

Dru turned uncaring eyes towards him. She shrugged, dismissing his concerns and William all in one gesture. “It wouldn’t have gotten that far.”

“It would have if I hadn’t pulled you away from them. What did you think to accomplish by confronting William in public? He has nothing to lose. We have everything to lose. And allowing his girlfriend to bait you? That was plain stupid.”

Dru stared at the black winding road ahead of them. Her mind was already planning her revenge on Elizabeth Summers. She would have contented herself with seeing Spike brought low, but not any longer. Elizabeth Summers wanted to protect and defend Spike, so be it. She could share in his fate.

“You’re not even listening to me.” Liam shook his head. When they got home, he was calling his personal lawyer and Darla. Dru was a liability, and steps would have to be made to completely distance himself from her. A divorce was a risky move with the election so close, but he could see the train wreck about to occur, and he wanted to be as far away from it as possible. Divorcing her wasn’t going to be enough.


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“Well, girls, I think your father and I are going to call it a night. Thank you for a wonderful party.” Joyce said, cupping the faces of her daughters.

“You’re welcome Mom. We love you.” Buffy hugged Joyce tightly, a little awkward with one hand held firmly by Spike, but she managed.

“You deserve it, Mom.” Dawn gushed. Joyce ran her hand down Dawn’s long brown tresses, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

I’ve got to be the luckiest woman in the world. She reflected. Two beautiful children. A loving attentive husband. I’ve been blessed.

“Dawn, are you coming home with us or going to stay with Tara and Willow?” Joyce asked, stooping to allow Hank to put her wrap on her shoulders.

“I’m staying with them.” Dawn said. She stared at Willow and Tara imploring them to back her lie. She had plans for later, and she needed them to cover for her.

“You girls don’t mind, do you?” Hank asked, smiling at the look of contentment on Buffy’s face.

“Of course not, Hank. Dawn’s like a little sister to us.” Dawn thought that last statement may have been a bit much, but neither one of her parents seemed to catch on.

“Okay. Dawnie, we’ll see you tomorrow.” Hank bestowed a kiss on his baby’s cheek, before turning to give Buffy a quick hug and to shake Spike’s hand.

“We’ve got the house to ourselves, Mr. Summers.” Joyce giggled as they left.

“And again, I say eww!” Dawn crinkled her nose.

Spike watched the Summers leave, and he was struck by the thought that one day that would be him and Buffy.

“I believe I owe you some debauchery, Ms. Summers.” He whispered against Buffy’s cheek.

“Indeed you do, Mr. Giles.”


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Tara and Dawn watched with amused grins as Dawn whipped her cell phone out of her purse, giving someone, probably Connor directions to their house.

They surrounded her, their hands on their hips. Dawn quickly told the party on the other end goodbye, and smiled cheekily at them. “I know I should have warned you about the sleepover thingy, but I didn’t have time with Spike coming and everything.”

Tara looped her arm through Dawn’s arm and Willow mimicked her actions on the other side. “You always have your alibi in place before coming out with the big lie, Dawn.”

“Have we taught you nothing?” Willow remarked, smirking.

“Wait till we tell Lorne. He’ll be so upset he’s failed you as a teacher of deceptive practices.”

Dawn giggled. “I appreciate your efforts. Really, I do. This was last minute. Connor called, and he wanted to go out.”

“ A date? Is that all? Dawn have you slept with him yet?” Tara asked, all mirth gone.

“Hell no. It’s much better making him wait.” Dawn said, climbing in the back seat of Tara’s VW bug.

“She’s got a point.” Willow said, getting in the passenger seat.

“Waiting is good, doing is better.” Tara quipped softly.


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Cordy’s brow rose, mocking Connor. “You are so whipped. It isn’t even funny.” She said over the sound of the bass blaring in the background.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Connor yelled back. Why did she have to witness his phone call with Dawn?

“I’m talking about an eighteen year-old who has you wrapped around her little, itty bitty finger.”

“She’s a fun kid to hang around with.”

“Uh huh. So hanging out with this fun kid, is the reason you‘ve turned down several offers for sexual aerobics tonight?” Cordy threw her head back, laughing loudly. “Ok, if you say so.”

“Cordy..” Connor growled, staring into eyes the same color as his.

“Yes, little brother.”

Connor’s eyes narrowed and he did the only appropriate thing. He stuck his tongue out and stomped out the door.

“I see you’re still torturing the poor boy.” Cordy’s face lit up at the sound of the very proper English voice.

“Well, as I live and breathe, Wesley Wyndham-Price. What are you doing in this part of town?” She said, embracing him.

“Heller. She wanted to go out tonight.” He said, gesturing over to the right. Cordy waved a greeting to Heller aka Lee Heller to her partners and legal assistants. Cordy smiled warmly at the other woman. Lee met Wesley in legal ethics the second day of law school, and he’d been her little slave ever since.

“So, when are you going to make an honest woman out of her? You’ve been sleeping with her long enough to know she’s not going to dump you for someone else.”

“When is Lindsey going to stop carrying that ring box around in his pocket?”

Wesley motioned for the bartender. “Two gin and tonics, please.”

“He’s working his way up to it. Probably next week for my birthday.” Dave set the drinks down, and Cordy pushed Wesley’s money back in his wallet.

“You know damn well your money’s no good here.” Wesley leaned over and gave Cordy a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, luv. Come over when you have a chance and say hi to Heller. I know she wants to gossip with you about Spike and Buffy.” He grumbled good-naturedly as he walked away.

“I will.”

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Xander looked at his watch. It was nearly eleven, and no sign of his lovers. They hadn’t made any plans for tonight, so they might very well have headed out with Buffy.

He heard a car pull up in the drive, and went to the door. Good they were home, and he could work off some of this pent-up energy with them. He opened the door, his sexy smirk on, and his penis deflated rapidly at the sight of Riley.

What in the world had Buffy done to the boy? Xander thought, taking in the khakis and short-sleeved buttoned down oxford. The worse things were the shoes. Saddlebucks. My mom made me wear those in grade school. And were those white socks? All Riley needed to make his nerd costume complete were thick, black-rimmed glasses and a pocket calculator.

“Hey, Xander. I saw your truck. Thought I might stop in to see how you were doing?”

He’s speaking to me. Answer him. “Yeah, sure. Come on in.” Xander said, stepping out of the threshold.

“Gotta beer?”

“Of course. Have a seat.” Riley strode into the den, really a converted garage. Xander had torn the wall out, and made it his den, complete with big screen TV, Xbox and stereo system.

Xander twisted the tops on the bottles, and handed one to Riley. Riley shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as if expecting some apocalypse to walk right up to him while they drank.

The silence stretched awkwardly between them, and Xander felt his loyalty tested. He liked Riley. He was a swell guy, but he liked sex and orgasms even more. And he wouldn’t be getting double of both on an almost daily basis if he took Riley’s side in this whole debacle.

“How’s the new job?” There. A safe topic with no Buffy undertones.

“Good. I hate being inside all day, but I do get to move around, see the different offices. I’ve managed to sneak off and go to some casting calls. And Buffy approves.”
Should’ve known no conversation with Riley was complete without a reference to Buffy. Xander wondered if he had Buffy’s picture taped to his delivery cart so he could gaze at her as he worked.

Xander put his beer down, thinking it was high time someone had a realistic, in your face talk with Riley.

”Tell me to mind my business, but dude, this isn’t going to work. Buffy is not interested in Spike because of what he does. She likes what he is, and it has nothing to do with a job or a 401K. It’s him.”

“But we had something.” Riley cried. “We had 2 years together, and this guy comes along and wham. She shuts the door on us.”

Xander moved till he was sitting close to Riley, but not too close. Man had to have his dignity.

“Riley,” Xander started to say, then thought better of it. Saying what he knew about Spike and Buffy might constitute treason.

“Riley, go buy the book “Love’s Bitch” by William Giles. I think it’ll give you a better understanding for what’s happened with Buffy.”

Riley stared at him, a hint of a smile on his lips. For the first time since Buffy dumped him, he actually wanted to laugh. “A self-help book. Dude, being around Willow and Tara is turning you into a girl.”

Xander rolled his eyes, and resisted the urge to punch Riley out. “Look, the book is important. It’s not a self-help book, and I’m all man. Thank you very much.” Xander looked at Riley, disgusted by the accusation hurled at him. He pushed off the sofa, and snatched the phone out of its cradle.

“What?”

“Whoa! What’s wrong? Is our Xan a little frustrated?” Willow asked him.

Xander relaxed, and knew this evening was going to end on a good note. “You could say that.”

“We’ll be there in 15. So make sure you’re naked and waiting.”

“And ready!” Tara shouted.

“Stop and pick up some wine. I’m out.”

“We will. Bye, lover boy.”

“Bye.” Okay, time to get Riley up and out of here. He had to get the music and candles set, plus their toys.

Riley was still grinning when Xander walked back into the room. “Look, Riley. Willow and Tara are on their way over, and if you don’t mind, I need to get ready.”

“Sure. And Xander, I appreciate you listening to me, but I know what I’m doing. I understand Buffy. She needed a break. She’ll get tired of this guy, and I’ll be waiting.”

Dumb as a brick seemed an appropriate phrase to use, but that seemed like an insult to the brick when applied to Riley. “You’re right, Riley. You do what’s best for you. All I can suggest is to go out and have meaningless sex. It might give you a clearer perspective on the whole thing.”

Xander held the door opened, waiting for Riley to get the hint, which he did. “See ya, Xan. Maybe, we can get together and play that new Sonic game tomorrow night.”

“Give me a call.”


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How they made it home without pulling off the road, she’d never know. The moment Tara’s car rounded the corner, Buffy was in Spike’s arms. His hands roughly cupped her butt, pulling her closer as his tongue plunged into her mouth. Buffy was just as rough with him. One hand clutched at his jacket, trying to pull it off without actually breaking contact with his body. Her other hand fisted in his hair, stretching the curls till they nearly straightened. Spike staggered as he pressed Buffy’s body up against the car, using it to support her. And him, it seemed. Buffy threw her head back, gasping for breath, hating the need for it, wishing she could stay locked to his lips for eternity.

Spike stared into Buffy’s heavy-lidded eyes, watching as they turned from a hazy green to a brilliant emerald. “I missed you so much, Pet.” His mouth returned to hers, pressing so tightly, Buffy couldn’t tell where her lips began and his ended.

“I missed you too. It’s been the longest 4 days of my life. I thought.” Buffy pulled him back to her, wanting to put his taste on her lips. “I thought 3 years was bad, but now, days are too long to be apart.”

“I’m with you, sister.” Spike grinned, his mouth seeking hers again.

The sound of cars whizzing by on the darkened streets penetrated the heavy pheromone fog that surrounded them.

“Not here.” She said, though the lord only knew how she managed to drag that statement out of her muddled brain. “I want you in my bed, on my sheets, so I can take my time.”

Spike nodded, though the thought of moving away from her caused certain parts of his anatomy to pulse painfully. “Buffy, we won’t make it home.”

She felt him, knew how hard he was. His cock throbbed hotly against her stomach, and it took every ounce of strength she didn’t know she possessed to defy the need to unbuckle his pants, and climb on board the Spike ride of love.

“Okay, okay.” She said, patting his chest. God, she could feel his little nipples hard and inviting under his shirt.

Spike eased her to the ground, stepping away from her painfully. Don’t look Buffy. You’ll only be tempted to break the laws of California and the nation on lewd behavior. But like a moth drawn to the flame, that will surely singe and kill it, her gaze dropped to his crotch. Oh, god, bad move. It was there for the taking, and she wanted to take it. It was hers to play with and she couldn’t. Damn those decency laws. When people needed to screw, they just needed to screw.

Watching Buffy turn from seductive temptress to angry lover, struck Spike as the funniest thing he’d seen. He started laughing, which was enough of an impetus to bring Buffy out of her debate on the sensibility of certain laws.

Her hands went to her hips, defiant and beautiful. “What’s so funny?”

“You. Are you mad about us stopping or starting in the first place?”

“Both. I’m horny.” She pouted. “We still have a 15 minute drive under the best of circumstances. You look damn good in that suit, but that could be the whole hornier than a toad thing going on with me, and your ex is a bitchy-ass ho, who I desperately want to smack down.”

“Oh, is that all.” Spike took a step towards her, dropping to kneel at her feet.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll take care of the horny part for now, but save some for later.” Buffy sighed with pleasure as Spike proved Dawn right. The slit was very accessible.
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The room was illuminated with a dozen candles. Candles that Buffy had collected over the years, some with Spike in mind, some to get Spike out of her dreams. They hadn’t been used. Maybe, just maybe, she was waiting for this moment. He needed her more than he was saying, and she needed to be the salve to a wound that had never fully healed. Spike watched as Buffy walked around the room, lighting candles. She blew the match out, and he shivered.

Buffy moved till she was standing between his legs. She stroked his cheek, and Spike reacted like a cat being petted by its master. Buffy swore he purred, and the sound sent a thrill through her body.

Spike reached out, his fingers trembling. Buffy caught his hand, and brought it to her lips. She kissed each digit on the tip, before guiding it to the straps of her dress. Spike watched mesmerized as the gray silk shimmied down her body to pool at her feet. She stood before him clad only in her matching gray thong. Her small breasts, its nipples hardened in anticipation of his touch lay at the perfect height for his mouth. Spike bent, his tongue reaching out to flick the brown nipple. Buffy gasped, and her knees buckled slightly.

“Taste me, Spike. Please.” She moaned softly. Her fingers urged his head closer to her chest, till she felt his teeth scrap the sensitive bud. His hands played with the thin straps of material on her hips. Buffy tried to control her breathing, wanting to make this night last, so if they were ever apart again, he would remember it. Spike sucked her tit, swirling his tongue around the areola, planting kisses along the sides of it, before switching his attention to the other side. Buffy swallowed, her mouth dry. She licked her lips as her fingers suddenly realized they had a whole torso to play with. Leaning over Spike, clutching him like a babe to her breast, Buffy kiss his shoulders, his neck. Her fingers drew circles and patterns on his back. She felt weightless and realized Spike had picked her up, bearing her back onto the bed.

Buffy pulled his mouth down onto hers. Her lips had been neglected long enough. She didn’t really have a complaint, as a woman who appreciated when her guy paid special attention to her boobies. It was just the taste and feel of his lips was really an aphrodisiac. One she had no intention of every sharing.

When Spike was a child, he always wondered how the trees felt with the sun constantly beating down on them. There was never a break from its rays. Never a time when it was truly free of it, even in the winter. Buffy was his sun. Her presence in his life, though brief in the span of his 28 years, was constant. She consumed him. Her essence flowed over every aspect of his existence and he couldn’t imagine not being with her.

Finally, his pants were off and the only barrier between them was her thong. Spike kissed her softly on the lips, his tongue darting out to lick her chin.

Oh, god. Her mind or was it crotch whispered. It’s been too long. Buffy lifted her hips as Spike slid the soaked piece of floss down her legs and flung it somewhere. They both looked to make sure they weren’t about to burn her house down.

Buffy reached over to her nightstand, gasping as the motion brought Spike’s cock across her slick folds.

“Buffy, you’re killing me.” He groaned, his mouth on hers. Buffy gave into the kiss, the condom in her hand forgotten. She couldn’t forget the hardened muscle pressed deliciously into her belly. I need him in me now.

“You’re doing a pretty good job of slaying me, too.” She quipped back. Taking a deep breath, concentrating on the task at hand, she managed to roll the condom on. Spike gripped the sheets as Buffy’s hand continued to stroke him.

“You are amazing.” He gasped.

“Compliment.” She gulped, guiding his shaft between her lips. “Later.”

Spike swirled his hips, grinning at the gasps coming from Buffy. He surged forward, burying his length fully inside of her.

It had never been this good, this perfect with a woman. It never would be. He had found his home, and he could spend the next 40 years, if he was lucky, feeling her surrounding him, sucking him into her warmth.

Buffy’s reached up, nibbling on Spike’s lip, sighing contently. Spike held her hips as he pulled out, slowly, making her shake with the feel of his cock tugging at her inner muscles.

“Look at me. Watch me.” Spike commanded, and Buffy opened her eyes.

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful, Buffy.”

Buffy hand stroked his cheek. Her eyes held his, drowning in his eyes, feeling a contentment she’d not known before or since him. They moved in sync with each other, ebbing and flowing like a wave cresting against the shore. Their eyes locked, their bodies tensed, and they fell over the precipice together.


“I love you.” She said, knowing without a doubt he felt the same way.

“I love you, too.”

Chapter 11

Why are we cursed with bladders? Buffy mused as she flicked the light off. Okay, she knew they were important, but damnit, she was just getting to the good stuff in her dream, and Spike was all nice and warm against her back. Then, whammo! Gotta pee. Buffy stood in the doorway in her dark blue robe, staring at the man who bowled her over with his presence, even in sleep.

He looked so peaceful, so boyish. His eyes, so penetrating and so pure of color, were hidden behind lashes, so soft, she thought they belonged on a child. But his body gave up any pretense of being that of an adolescent. She knelt beside the bed, taking a moment to admire him. He loved her. She loved him. Those three little words, which she hesitated to use with Riley, flowed freely over her tongue. She could say them a thousand times, in a thousand different settings, and still feel the same rush of excitement and calm flow through her body.

She smiled at the image he presented. He looked as if he’d waged war with the sheet and there‘d been a stalemate. It was truly amazing that any of the linen was still on the bed after they reacquainted themselves with each other in every way possible.

Her stomach growled, and she reluctantly pulled her gaze away from his sleeping form. Running a hand lightly over Spike’s brow, she slipped out of the room.

Buffy checked the time and saw it was still early. Just a little after 8:30. She had time to wake Spike up properly before she had to head over to Casa Summers. Taking the tray of fruit and croissants and the morning paper, she tiptoed into the room. Spike hadn’t moved. He didn’t seem to notice she wasn’t there. Now, she wondered, should she be flattered or annoyed?

Buffy set the tray down on the bed, putting the juice on the bedside table so it wouldn’t spill. She untied the robe, letting it fall to the ground. She’d never been so comfortable in her own skin. She was never this bold, this seductive with Riley. Spike made her feel like a woman, a well-loved woman. And it emboldened her. She never had to hold back with him. Never had to shy away from something sexual because it was too kinky. There were no limits. There were no boundaries. And if she didn’t stop thinking that way, they’d never leave this room today.

Propping up against the headboard, her arm draped over the top of Spike’s head, Buffy stared down at him.

“Wake up, Spike.” No response. Bet if I jumped you right now, you’d be up and ready to go.

“Spike.” She said, brushing her lips across his, her tongue trailing the thin line between his beautiful lips.

Buffy smiled as she felt Spike kissing her back. His hand searched for and found her knee and her leg, and Buffy snatched his hand away before he got to his favorite destination.

“I see you’re awake.”

“I could show you how much awake I am.” Spike said, peering up at her with one eye. He had that look about him that made Buffy’s knees shake and her legs turn to Jello-O. That look that said you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and please, oh, please, let me show you.

Buffy bent forward, plucking a ripe, juicy strawberry out of the bowl. She dipped it in the fresh whip cream, and laid it across Spike’s slightly opened mouth. Spike opened it wider, and she placed the strawberry inside. He bit down on the berry, leaving only the green top in Buffy’s hand. He chewed lazily, and Buffy felt drawn to taste what he tasted. And Spike was more than willing to let her. His fingers shoved in her hair, dragging her down on top of him. Her hands caressed his chest, paying particular attention to his hard nipples. Their tongues mated and battled, the taste of strawberries and each other on their lips. When they pulled apart, Buffy was shaking.

You’re hungry for her and the croissant. You can have Buffy whenever you like, but it would be embarrassing to have coitus interruptus because of hunger pangs. Eat first. Pound her into the bed in a moment.

“Thanks for breakfast, Pet.” Spike said, sitting up.

How does he do that? Go from raging, hormone freak to calm, Englishman. My crotch is aching and he’s trying to decide what to eat next. Oh. Now, that’s a possibility. Who’s the hormone freak, now, Elizabeth Summers? Bite me.

“Well, it was the least I could do for the Herculean efforts you put into last night’s activities.”

Spike waggled his brows, earning a grin and an eye-roll from Buffy. “Well, I aim to please.”

“And you did. Oh, believe me, you did.” Buffy’s hand unconsciously rubbed her thighs, and Spike bit back a groan at the sight.

“I’m available for repeat performances, luv.”

“I know. And I promise that I’ll take you up on that as soon as I get back from the airport.” Buffy told him, sipping her juice. Spike took the glass from her, and took a drink himself.

“Airport?“ Spike’s brow furrowed in confusion, and Buffy laughed.

“Oh, I see the little schemer forgot to tell you. Dad’s taking Mom to Atlantis for her birthday. They leave today at 2. I’m dropping them off.”

“I guess we were a little preoccupied with surprising you while surprising Joyce.” He stared at her. “Did that make sense?”

Buffy nodded around the pastry in her mouth. “I’ve got to pick up Dawn from Willow and Tara’s. I could drop you at your house or you could stay here, naked in bed waiting on me.”

Well, that would definitely make the ride to the airport interesting. She’d be doing 80 to get there and 90 to get back.

“Hmm. Naked Spike plus naked Buffy is doable. And look, we‘re both naked now.“

Buffy giggled. Spike touched her lip with his finger, flicking a flaky crumb off. Buffy resisted the urge to suck his finger into her mouth.

“But I really need to see Dad. I missed him when I got in yesterday. They were at some auction all day in Sacramento.”

Buffy pouted. “So no naked Spike and Buffy?” She asked, disappointed.

Spike traced his finger down her neck to the valley between her breasts. “I thought you might want to finish your croissant. You’re going to need the extra energy.”

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“Morning, sweetie.”

“Morning baby.” Willow said, leaning down to kiss Tara lightly on the lips. Her Japanese robe hung off her bare shoulders, and she struggled to keep it closed. Tara thought clothes weren’t a necessity, when they were more than likely going back to bed once they recharged on breakfast.

The phone rang in the sunny kitchen, and Tara picked it up absentmindedly.

“Hello.”

“Well, don’t we sound fresh as a daisy this morning.” Lorne snickered.

“Lorne, honey. When did you get back?”

“Just rolled in this morning. I am definitely not a morning person, well, not for anything respectable that is.”

Tara grinned. She could hear the wind blowing in the background and guessed Lorne was enjoying the sunny weather via convertible.

“So, what’s up with the lovebirds?”

“Buffy and Spike?”

“Hmm. Yes. Did you think I was asking about you and Willow? Lord, I know what’s up with you two, and his name is Xander.”

“Bitter. Envy. Jealous.” Tara quipped back.

“Probably. Anyway, are they all shacked up at her house or his, basking in the glow of their mutual love and affection?”

“Yes. If I didn’t love Buffy so much, they’d make me puke. So innocent and sweet. It’s enough to make me want to go straight.”

At Willow’s loud gasp, Tara patted her hand. “I’m kidding, Will. I love your nippies and cunny too much to give it up.”

“Well, that’s good to know.”

As if? Lorne huffed. Tara would no more look at another woman than Lorne would go to Riley for help with a crossword puzzle. Some things were so obvious. They didn’t need to be explained or examined. They just were.

“Any special plans for today?”

Tara pulled away from Willow’s mouth with a loud smack, and Lorne rolled his eyes. Lord, they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. And they wonder why they got suspended for two weeks back in junior year. Hell, they were doing a 69 under the bleachers. Okay, that was partially his fault they got caught, but he’d been distracted by the cheerleaders tumbling across the room.

“Are you through tickling Willow’s tonsils?” He asked dryly.

“Yes, no. Not really, but you were saying?” Tara teased.

“I know Buffy is going to be staying at her parents’ place with Dawn. Why don’t we cookout? I’m feeling the need to be domestic.”

“Ekk!!! Willow!”

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Willow asked marginally panicked.

“Loren wants to barbeque.” Tara told her, her voice squeaking with the effort not to laugh.

“Oh, dear lord, what is the world coming to? Does he have an apron and a chef’s hat too?”

“Bitches. That’s what the two of you are. I just wanted to spend some time with my girls.”

Tara sobered almost. He must have broken up with the latest. “We missed you too, Lorne. I’ll call Buffy and see what she and Spike had planned. Okay?” She said sweetly.

“Okay. Thanks, doll. And Tara.”

“Yes?” She smiled, knowing what he was going to say.

“I really did like her.”

“I know.”

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