TITLE: "I Love The Rainy Nights"
AUTHOR: Alessandra
EMAIL: alessandra@destructo-girl.com
CONTENT: NC17
SUMMARY: Going with the idea Spike has to help Buffy and the gang next season. Buffy wants to wallow in misery, but Spike won’t let her.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own them. Joss Whedon does. Life isn’t fair, I tell you.
NOTE: Thanks to Mel for proofing! She rules!

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Buffy groaned as the first drop of rain hit her shoulder. For early October, it was unusually chilly, and the rain that came down in heavy sheets did not help. It was the final straw that pushed her over the edge.

"Forget this! I’m going home!" She announced to no one in particular, since she was alone in the graveyard. She wasn’t supposed to be slaying solo that night, but Spike was a no show. She could bitch to Giles about it the next day, but her Watcher was still too wary of Spike to actually reprimand him. Nope, he saved that all for Buffy.

Her jaw tightened as she marched home in the sudden downpour. Giles had lectured her for an hour straight that afternoon in his new office at the university about her lack of enthusiasm towards her slaying duties. Her mind switched over to Angel, the main reason she didn’t feel like slaying. She missed him. She loved him, she always would. Unfortunately, he insisted that she was better off without him. How could she be better off with the ache that filled her chest on a daily basis? He’d been gone for over four months and the pain had barely dulled.

She was so consumed by her thoughts that she didn’t notice the black DeSoto that had pulled up alongside her on the street. When she reached the corner, the car stopped in front of her so that she couldn’t cross the street.

Spike unrolled the driver’s side window. "Hello Pet"

Buffy rolled her head back and looked to the heavens. "Why? As if this night wasn’t bad enough, what did I do to deserve him?"

Spike chuckled. "Get in the car Luv, you’re getting all wet out there"

Buffy opened her mouth to protest, but sighed instead before walking over to the passenger side and getting in the car. She was too tired to argue.

Spike headed towards Buffy’s house, glancing over at her and smiling, which only annoyed Buffy further.

"*What* is your problem?" she snapped.

Spike just continued to smile. "Nothing. I was just thinking…. You know, most people would say you looked like a drowned rat, but I think the drenched look is cute on you. Why, you’re positively scrumptious!"

Buffy glared. "Think about scrumping on *this* neck, and you’ll be fitting in my dustbuster tomorrow morning!"

Spike just chuckled again. "You are a feisty one!"

Spike had barely stopped the car in front of Buffy’s house when she opened her door and hopped out. When she head the sound of the driver’s door shutting, she stopped and turned.

"What are you doing?"

"It’s cold and rainy out, Pet! I need some hot chocolate"

"Don’t you have hot chocolate at your own home?"

Spike shook his head. "I like your mum’s hot chocolate"

"Well, my *mom* isn’t home, she’s in LA"

"That’s okay, she promised to make sure she had hot chocolate for me to make. Oh, and those little marshmallows I love!"

Buffy shook her head. "Why am I surprised? Why do I think I could go into my own home and have peace and quiet and aloneness to wallow in the suckiness that is my life? Why don’t I realize that I have am doomed to spend the rest of my life missing my vampire boyfriend, hanging out with a British librarian, and being annoyed by a Billy Idol wannabe vampire?"

"Beats me, Luv. Can we go in before I drown?"

"Drown? You promise you’ll drown?" Buffy asked hopefully.

Spike smiled and pulled her by the arm towards the front door.

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"Are you *ever* going to leave?" Buffy asked as she walked into the living room after changing into some dry clothes.

Spike sat on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands, watching the Cartoon Network with great amusement. "Don’t be silly, Pet. You don’t want me to leave"

Buffy gave him an incredulous look.

"Okay, in all seriousness, you want to be alone, why? So that you can sit around and feel sorry for yourself and cry?"

"What’s wrong with that? I don’t see a problem" Buffy argued.

Spike made a disgusted face. "Oh that is horrible! You want to be a bloody simpering moron like those women on Oprah Winfrey?"

"Oprah doesn’t do shows like that anymore. She reads books and finds inner peace. You need to brush up on your daytime TV. In your own home"

Spike scoffed at that. "No way! Not when my slayer needs me!"

"*Your* slayer? Whoa, I guess insanity is contagious because I am *not* your slayer!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say" Spike replied as he got up from the couch and slinked toward the annoyed slayer.

"What are you doing?" She asked, giving him a suspicious look as she reflexively took a step back.

Spike just smiled at her as he confidently closed the distance between them. Buffy backed up against the wall, confused about why his gaze was making her so nervous. Spike languidly leaned his body into hers, his arms on either side of her head against the wall.

Before she knew it, he’d dipped his head down and kissed her softly on the mouth. She complied for a moment, stunned. Then her mind started working again and she realized she was kissing *Spike*! She opened her mouth to protest, but he only used it as an opportunity to shove his tongue into her moist cavern. Buffy felt a heat rush through her body as she arched against him, massaging his tongue with her own.

She moved her hands up to run her fingers through his hair and once again realized she was making out with Spike. Using all the self-control she could muster, she wrenched her mouth from his and pushed him away by his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?" She panted.

Spike smirked. "You didn’t know? It really has been too long, Pet"

Buffy glared at him, then ducked under his arms to get away as he leaned in to kiss her again.

"You need to go! This is so not happening!" Buffy told him, trying to convince herself as well as him that she spoke the truth.

Spike chuckled. "We’re playing ‘hard to get’? Sounds fun! Run around, Luv, and I’ll catch you!"

Buffy grimaced. "That is just too bizarre!"

Spike moved towards her again and she waved her hand in front of her as she shook her head. "No! We are not doing….. *that*….. again!"

"Why not? I know you liked it, don’t even try to say you didn’t!"

"You have to leave Spike. Leave now. My mom wouldn’t want me to have a guy in here without her being home"

"Your mum likes me"

"Not that much!"

"I’ll make you a deal, Pet. I’ll leave…. But only after you let me kiss you once more. And then you can tell me if you really want me to go"

"No way!"

"Come on…. what are you afraid of?"

"I’m not afraid of anything!"

"Then you’ll let me kiss you"

Buffy sighed and thought about it for a moment. She refused to allow herself to admit that she enjoyed kissing the bleached blonde vampire. She told herself that all she had to do was kiss him. It would be over quickly, and it’s not like she’d like it…… right?

"Fine, but make it quick so I can get on with my night of solitude"

Spike smiled triumphantly and strolled over to her; gently placing a hand under her chin and tilting her head up to meet his lips. His tongue soon found its way back into her mouth as he moved his hands to the small of her back. He slowly inched his hands lower until they cupped her firm buttocks. As he gently squeezed, Buffy arched into him, a little nervous as she realized what part of him was poking her stomach.

Spike reluctantly pulled back, praying to a God that he didn’t believe in that she was as into it as he got the impression she was. Looking down at her he saw her lips were swollen from their ministrations, her eyes were dark with lust, and her cheeks had a heated glow.

"Don’t you want me to stay Buffy?"

Buffy tried to be rational for a moment, then gave it up and nodded. Spike beamed as he picked her up in his arms, bridegroom style, and carried her up to her room.

Gently, he laid her on the bed. He saw the hint of fear flash in her eyes and realized that Angel had probably been her one and only lover. He decided that meant he had to make this even more special for her. Slowly, he pulled off his shirts, leaving his chest bare. Then he went to work on Buffy.

He softly ran a hand up her side, starting at her thigh and moving up to her stomach before moving his hand to the top of her body and lightly tracing a path between her breasts. Glancing up at her face, he saw her eyes were dark with passion. His hand moved over one of her breasts and squeezed gently. The small gasp that escaped her throat made him delighted him. He moved his head down and licked the nipple of her other breast through her shirt.

This time Buffy groaned and arched into his mouth. Spike knew he wouldn’t be able to stand much more of her moans and groans, or he’d finish before they’d even started. He sat up and gently pulled her with him. Together, the two quickly divested Buffy of the article. Spike moved to the side and began working on his jeans, while Buffy quickly slid her panties and sweat pants off her legs.

Once they were both nude, they were right back in each other’s arms, clinging to each other as if the world would slip away if they didn’t. Buffy kissed Spike will all the emotion she’d been hiding for the past months. The pain of Angel leaving, the fear of going to college, the sadness of knowing she was destined to live a short life, the frustration of having to work with Spike, and the anger at herself for thinking non-mortal enemy thoughts about him.

Spike positioned himself between her open legs, but paused before slipping past her entrance. After he slid slowly inside her, he remained still for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him. When she moaned his name, he pulled back and thrust gently into her.

He found her bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts, which urged him to move faster. As Spike slammed fiercely into her, their hands entwined and moved to lie on the pillow above her head. Spike kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck, telling her softly how great she felt, so tight, so hot, so perfect.

The pressure exploded inside Buffy and she screamed Spike’s name as she came, shaking violently. She cocked her head to the side, granting Spike non-verbal permission to drink from her. He sank his teeth into her tender skin and let the sweet, coppery blood flow into his mouth as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

* * *

Buffy woke a few hours later to find herself half-lying on Spike’s chest as he idly drew patterns on her back. She dazedly looked up and found his cool blue eyes staring back at her. A small smile curled his lips.

"Hello, Luv, do you feel okay?"

Buffy was a bit taken aback by his question, but decided she was too tired and blissful to bother with it.

"I’m wonderful" She replied, before kissing him on the lips.

As they began another round of lovemaking, one thought crept into Spike’s mind.

"I love the rainy nights"

The End