Title: To Love A Woman
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.

Summary: Buffy and friends spend
an evening out. Spike shows up un-
expectedly and teaches them a thing
or two about dancing. I guess this
would be late season 5, but there's
no death and I don't write about
Riley cuz he makes me barf.
*******************************************8


Part One...

The slayer walked into the Bronze and
scanned the room. Spotting her friends
at a table close to the dance floor, she
made her way towards them.

"Hi!" Willow smiled and nudged out
an empty chair. "Look at you!"

Buffy knew she looked good tonight. She'd
worked to make herself that way.

Her new dress fell to just a little above her
her knees, and swished against her legs
as she walked. The bodice of the dress was
form fitting, and had a collar of lace that embraced
her creamy throat. There were no straps and her
back was completely bare to the waist.

The dress was held in place by nothing but
the lace collar, and she loved it. Every part of
it, the fabric, the design...all of it felt so com-
pletely feminine.

But she loved the color best of all, a rich, deep,
ruby red that complimented her light summer
tan.

She had spent a lot of time on her make-up,
as well, going for a more dramatic look than
usual. She'd applied a dark copper shadow on
her eyelids, then underlined her eyes with a deep
brown liner. Several sweeps of her mascara
brush lengthened her lashes, making them a
lush, dark frame for her green eyes.

On her face she had used just a touch of
rose blush, but her lips were painted a deep
crimson, with a little gloss on them to make
them moist and sensual.

She'd curled her hair, and it tumbled down over
her shoulders and around her face in shining
waves. Her mother had given her a set of an-
tique side combs set with garnets for her 18th
birthday, and she had slid them into her hair
on either side, pulling it back to expose her ruby
teardrop earrings.

Her legs were sheathed in sheer stockings,
held in place by a red garter belt. She had
found a pair of high heeled sandals the same
color of her dress that gave her a little added
height, and she'd finished up with a coat of
crimson polish on her nails.

The admiration in the eyes of the men she
passed by in the club told her that her efforts
tonight were well appreciated.

"So, why all fancy tonight?" Willow asked. "Who
are you out to impress?"

"Nobody at all," Buffy replied, smiling. "I just
felt like being a girly-girl tonight."

"Well, you succeeded," Xander put in. "You
are the girliest girl here," he added, wiggling
his eyebrows playfully.

"You really do look beautiful, Buffy." Tara
usually sat so quietly beside Willow that she
was sometimes overlooked by the others, so
when she did speak up, it was always a bit
of a surprise.

"Thank you," Buffy said. "So do you...and you,"
she said, looking at Willow.

Xander cleared his throat, and Buffy looked
him up and down. "Anya's still out of town
isn't she?"

"Is that some sort of comment regarding my
wardrobe?" he asked.

Buffy laughed. "Well, how long has it been
since you've worn that shirt? You must be
scraping the bottom of your dresser drawers
for clean clothes."

"I think I'm insulted," he huffed.

"Why don't you just take some things down
to the laundry room?" Willow asked. "It's
not that hard to do."

"We have a laundry room?" Xander asked.

"Oh, for.." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Xander,
do your self a huge favor and don't ever
let Anya get away. You'll never survive
on your own."

The four of them sat making small talk
about school and jobs, until Xander looked
across the room. "Spike's here," he re-
ported.

Buffy sighed. "God, he never gives up,
does he?"

"Actually, I thought he had," Willow said. "I
mean, he hasn't come by your house in
ages, has he? I know that I haven't seen
him around." She took a sip of her drink,
then looked at Buffy. "Have you run into
him while you're patrolling?"

Buffy paused. "Now that you mention it..no."

"See," Willow shrugged. "I think he's over
you."

Buffy frowned. "Yeah..I guess so. Well...that's
good," she added. "About time."

"A guy can only take so much rejection," Xan-
der said. "And speaking of rejection..."

"Hello, children." Spike's voice was smooth and
friendly...and distant. "Having fun?"

"Oh, sure...lots of fun," Willow said. "Can't
remember when we've had so much fun. Right?"
She glanced at Buffy for confirmation.

"Right," Buffy agreed. "Fun."

"That's good." He smiled and turned to leave.

"What are YOU doing tonight?" Buffy asked.

Everyone at the table stared at her.

Spike stopped and turned. "I'm sorry..were you
speaking to me?"

"Just..just making conversation."

"I see. Well..I'm waiting for someone."

"Wow, Spike's got a date," Xander put
in. "Alive or dead?"

"Very funny," Spike replied, in the tone that
adults use when speaking to a marginally
amusing child.

There was a brief silence, then Willow
asked, "Spike, what do you think of Buffy's
new dress?"

Buffy stared at her friend, mouth slightly
open. "Willow.."

"A new dress? " Spike interrupted,
looking her up and down in a way that made
her blush. "You look very..nice, Slayer."

Buffy, who had been bracing herself for a
suggestive remark, found instead that she was
a little disappointed by his lukewarm reaction.



"Gee, thanks," she murmured.

"You're welcome," he replied, glancing dis-
tractedly around the room, as though he hadn't
really been paying attention. "Have fun, chil-
dren." He acknowledged them with a slight nod
of his head and moved off into the crowd.

Buffy watched as he found an empty table
and flirted briefly with a waitress, who looked
awfully interested in continuing their encounter.

She glanced at a few tables close to his and
noted the reaction of the girls sitting at
them...and one or two of the boys as well.

Then, he stood up and shed his coat, tossing it
over the back of another chair...and Buffy was
literally tongue-tied.

He was minus the usual black t-shirt tonight,
wearing instead a gorgeous black silk dress
shirt, tucked into a pair of snug leather pants.

The shirt was open collared, with laces in the
front that he hadn't bothered to tie. The sleeves
were a little full, with french cuffs held together by
a pair of onyx and gold cufflinks.

Buffy thought he looked almost piratical, and
on another man it would have looked strange. On
Spike it looked....

"Damn sexy." She saw the others staring at her
and realized she must have spoken out loud.
Her cheeks turned scarlet as she stared down
at the table.

After an awkward silence, Xander stood up.

"Ladies," he said, glancing at each girl in
turn. "Who feels like dancing?"

"Me, me!" Willow piped up. "I feel."

He took her hand and pulled her to her
feet, then extended his other hand to
Tara. "You, too," he said. "I want all the
guys to see me dancing with the two
prettiest girls in the room...unless you'll
make it three," he added, looking at Buffy.

Buffy shook her head, and promised him
a rain check.

She sat and watched them dance, smiling at Xander's
less than graceful style on the floor. He flailed his
arms a little too much, and never really picked up the
beat of the music.



"Someone should tell that boy not to dance."

Buffy was briefly startled to find Spike standing
beside her chair.

"He's gonna hurt himself," Spike continued, then
looked down at Buffy. "Why aren't you out there
with them, Slayer? If I remember correctly, you
dance quite well."

"I just don't feel like it right now," she said
curtly. "I'll get around to it later."

The others returned to the table, breathing
hard. "That's a work out," Willow said, drop-
ping into her chair.

"Interesting dance technique," Spike said
to Xander. "You must take lessons to
achieve THAT level of skill."

"I don't notice YOU out there," Xander grum-
bled. "But then again, they were probably
dancing the minuet back when you learned
to dance."

Spike shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Oh,
I've picked up a little here and there over the past
century or so."

"You think you're better than me?"

Spike shrugged. "I could hardly be worse."

He looked down at Buffy with an intent gaze
that forced her to meet his eyes. They stared
silently at each other for a few seconds, then,
without a word, he extended his hand to her,
palm up.

With absolutely no idea why she was doing it,
Buffy placed her hand in his and rose to her
feet.

Walking backwards, Spike led her to the dance
floor just as the tempo of the music became slow
and sultry, strummed on a spanish sounding guitar.
A song from a movie she vaguely remembered.


* * * * * * * * * *
"To really love a woman,
To understand her
You got to know her deep inside
Hear every thought
See every dream
And give her wings when she wants
to fly..."
* * * * * * * * * *


He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled
her close, then placed her arm around his
neck, never breaking eye contact.


* * * * * * * * * *
"Then when you find yourself lying
helpless in her arms,
You know you really love a woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *

He moved her to the slow beat of the music,
moving his hips against hers in an intimate
way. Buffy's eyes widened with surprise,
but she couldn't look away from the intent
blue gaze he leveled on her.


* * * * * * * * *
"When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's the one..

She needs somebody to tell her that
it's going to last forever..
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *


Tightening his arm around her waist, he sud-
denly tilted her upper body backwards. The
only contact they had was from the waist
down. Buffy let her head drop back and her
eyes drift shut.

* * * * * * * * * *

"To really love a woman
Let her hold you
Till you know how she needs to be touched
You've got to breathe her
Really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood"
* * * * * * * * * *

He pulled her back up, and pressed his body
full length against hers, placing his hands on
her sides, and slowly moving them up and
down in an erotic caress she felt from top
to bottom.


* * * * * * * * * *
"And when you can see your unborn
children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's the one..
Cause she needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *


Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she
realized that the dance floor had emptied
as the other couples moved off to the sides
to watch them.

Spike took her hand, and spun her away
from him, then pulled her back quickly,
making her skirt flare out.

He wrapped one arm tightly around her
waist, and bent her back over it so far
that her hair nearly touched the floor.


* * * * * * * * * *
"You got to give her some faith
Hold her tight
A little tenderness
Got to treat her right
She will be there for you
Taking good care of you
You really got to love your woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *


He held her in the dip for several moments,
the pulled her back up rapidly and molded
himself against her. One hand moved down
her side and slid beneath her thigh, lifting it
and allowing him to step more firmly between
her legs.

Staring into her eyes, he jerked her even
closer to him, lightly grinding his pelvis
against hers.

* * * * * * * * * *
"Then when you find yourself lying
helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman"
* * * * * * * * * *


He moved one hand up her back and under
her hair, lifting it and then releasing it to
fall down her shoulders again. Leaning forward,
he brushed his cheek against her temple,
inhaling her scent.

When he pulled back, he did it slowly,
letting his cheek press against hers.


* * * * * * * * * *
"When you love a woman, you tell
her that she's really wanted..
When you love a woman, you tell
her that she's the one..
She needs somebody to tell her
that it's going to last forever..
So, tell me have you ever really,
really, really ever loved a woman..?"
* * * * * * * * * *


Turning her, he kept her close to him with
his arm around her waist, then dropped his
head and nuzzled the soft skin of her
shoulder.

It was just as well he knew what he was
doing, because she was helpless in
his embrace.

His hands moved down her arms to find
hers, then raised them until she placed
her arms around his neck. His fingers
glided back down her arms to lay on either
side of her waist.


* * * * * * * * * *
"Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman.."
* * * * * * * * * *


They ended the dance gazing into each
other's eyes, until Buffy became aware
that the song had ended.

The band, who had been watching them as
intently as everyone else, paused for a moment,
then began a new song, a faster one.

Spike let his hands leave her waist. He took
hold of her hand and led her back to the table,
seating her gracefully and glancing at Xander.


"THAT..is what 120 years of experience can
do." He recaptured Buffy's hand and raised
it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. "Thank
you for the dance, luv."

He returned to his table, leaving everyone
staring with open mouths and glazed eyes
as he walked away.

Buffy sat immobile, half hypnotized by the
wholly erotic experience she'd just had.

When she worked up the nerve to look in
Spike's direction, she was vaguely annoyed
to see two girls approach his table and begin
a conversation with him.

"I haven't seen anything like that since...well,
I've NEVER seen anything like that," Willow
said, turning to Buffy with amazed eyes. "Wow."



"Buffy?" Xander waved his hand in front of
her eyes, snapping his fingers. "You okay in
there?"

"What?" She turned to him, irritated. "Yeah,
I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be...fine?"

"No reason..no reason at all for any unfine-
ness," he said.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I'm all right...really.
Is it hot in here?" she asked, looking at Willow.

Willow hesitated. "Uh...well, a little...I guess. I
mean...you WERE dancing...and all."

Buffy stood up and grabbed her purse. "I'm
going to the ladies room. Will you order me
something cold to drink?"

"Sure."

Buffy crossed the room, neatly avoiding the
waitresses darting in and out of the crowd.

She had to walk by the table where Spike
was sitting, and she frowned when she saw
that the girls she'd noticed before were seated
at the table with him, giggling and flirting.



Telling herself that she couldn't possibly
give less of a damn WHO he was talking
and laughing with, she kept her eyes on
the door to the ladies room.

Staring at herself in the mirror for a moment,
she brushed her hair and refreshed her lip-
stick.

The hand towel dispenser was empty, so she
went into one of the stalls and pulled off a len-
gth of toilet paper, using it to dab at the light
sheen of perspiration at her hairline.

The restroom door opened, and Buffy glanced
at the mirror, seeing the girls Spike had been
talking to.

They stationed themselves at the mirror, and
Buffy pushed the stall door closed to listen
to them talk.

"Oh, my GOD!" one of them said. "That man is
sex on wheels!"

"Tell me something I don't know," the other re-
plied. "Have you EVER seen eyes like that? Out-
side of your fantasies, that is?"

"You know..normally I wouldn't give the time
of day to a guy in leather pants, but that one
shouldn't wear anything BUT leather...tight
leather."

"And that accent...we are talking major hottie."

"Oh, yeah. And I want him so bad it hurts."

Buffy rolled her eyes.

"So, what d'ya think about that girl he was
dancing with? You think there's a 'thing'
there?"

The slayer's ears perked up.

"Oh, PLEASE...little Miss Red Dress?"

Buffy clenched her fists, nails digging into
her palms.

"I don't know. They looked pretty...intense."

"Mmmm...well, if there WAS a thing...I'll
take care of it..and her. Does my hair look
all right?"

"Yeah, it's great. Hurry, before he leaves."

Buffy stayed in the stall until she heard the door
swing closed. When she came out, she caught
a glimpse of herself in the mirror, and wasn't
surprised at the look on her face, since it con-
firmed exactly what she was feeling.

She wanted to punch something. Or someone.
Really hard.



She pulled out her brush again and brushed
her hair from beneath to make it fuller, and
slightly wild looking.

Her make-up was fine, but she wanted some-
thing extra, so she fished around in her purse
until she found the tiny bottle of perfume that
she'd impulsively tossed in before she'd left
home.

Placing a drop behind each ear, and on her pulse
points, she smiled at herself, pleased with the
results. "You want to take on the slayer? Then
take your best shot. I guarantee you, it won't
be good enough."

She pushed open the restroom door and scanned
the room, surprised and a little disappointed to see
that neither Spike nor his admirers were at their
table.

**What did he do...take them both home with
him?**


Buffy jerked slightly, when she felt an arm slide
around her waist from behind, and a familiar voice
speak softly in her ear.

"I lied before. When I told you that you look nice
tonight."

She swallowed hard. "You did?"

"Mm-hmm. You don't look nice. You look breath-
taking."

"Thank you," she said, turning to look up at him.

"Red is my favorite color," Spike added, smiling
at her. "The color of..."

"Blood?" she asked tartly.

He chuckled softly. "Well, yes...there IS that. But,
I was about to say it's the color of passion, the
color of love." He lifted one hand and smoothed
a lock of her hair. "It's definitely YOUR best color,
sweetheart. Especially," he placed one finger
beneath her chin and tilted her face up, "on your
lips."

Spike lowered his head, until their lips nearly
touched. Buffy could feel her eyes beginning
to close, and wondered why she was behaving
this way.

A burst of laughter from a few feet away startled
her out of her erotic daze. Shaking her head, she
pulled away. "I..I should go."

Spike pulled her back, turning her and urging
her down the short corrider and into a darkened
corner.

"No," he said firmly. Shaking his head and push-
ing her gently against the wall, he placed his
hands on it, palms down, one on each of her
head.

Buffy stared, wide eyed. "Spike..."

"We've had this date for a long time, luv," he
whispered, leaning closer and pressing his
lips against her hair. "God, you smell wonder-
ful."

She was trying desperately to maintain some
kind of control of herself, but her head was
spinning and she felt a little dizzy...and a little
reckless.

Lifting her hands, she placed them on his
shoulders. "What about your...girlfriends?"

"I don't have girlfriends, luv. I'm strictly a one
woman man." He bent his head until their
mouths once again almost made contact.
"You're SO beautiful," he murmured.

Buffy made a soft noise in her throat, her hands
sliding down his outstretched arms.

"You don't really think those stupid girls could
ever BEGIN to compare to you...do you?"

She dug her nails into his biceps. "Please.."

"Please what, sweetheart?" His lips traveled across
her cheek and lingered close to her ear. "Do you
want me to stop?"

"Yes..no..oh, I don't know." She was breathing
hard as she tilted her head to one side.

"Maybe," he whispered. "I can help you make up
your mind."

He took his hands off the wall and moved them down
her arms until he found hers, then lifted them
back to their position on the wall, lacing his
fingers with hers.

He looked into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?"

Buffy's heart was racing like a runaway
pony. "If you want to." She closed her eyes
and moistened her lips, waiting.

"Christ," he almost groaned. "Buffy...sweet-
heart...open your mouth."

Her lips parted, and she gasped as he covered
her mouth with his. He didn't start slowly, but
went at her with a fierce passion.

Spike untangled his fingers from hers, and
placed her hands on his shoulders again.
Sliding one hand behind her neck, he held
her firmly in place as his mouth moved against
hers.

Buffy broke away from the kiss. "No..no, this is
wrong."

"No, it isn't This has been coming from the very
beginning..from the moment I saw you, right
here in this club. You were dancing with your
friends...and I thought that you were the sexiest
thing I'd ever seen. I wanted to dance with you."

She shook her head. "We shouldn't do this."

"But, we're going to," he said. Pulling her roughly
away from the wall she'd been depending on to
prop her up, Spike wrapped his arms around her
and kissed her again.

Buffy surrendered without firing a shot. She pres-
sed her body more firmly against his and began
to return his kiss with a passion of her own.

She felt trapped, and set free, both at the same
time.

Spike tore his mouth away. "Buffy..let's leave.
I want to be alone with you."

"We can't," she said, trying to clear her fuzzy
head. "The others are..."

"Say, yes," he demanded.

"They're waiting for me."

"Say...yes."

"But.." She broke off with a soft cry as he
pressed his hips against hers.

"Yes, Buffy...say it! Say, yes, and I'll
show you things you never dreamed of."

"Spike..."

"Say YES, damn it! Say..."

"Yes," she nearly screamed it. Grabbing the
back of his head, she yanked him forward
and ground her mouth against his.

Moments passed as they kissed fever-
ishly, hands exploring each other with ur-
gent need.

Spike suddenly broke the kiss and stared at
her from eyes hot with desire. "My motor-
cycle is outside," he said hoarsely, taking her
hand and tugging her towards the exit.

"Yes...no...wait! I have to tell them I'm leaving."

"We'll call them from your place. Buffy..."

She eluded his grasp. 'I'll meet you outside,"
she said, turning away.

She hadn't gotten more than two feet when
Spike grabbed her arm and stopped her, swing-
ing her around to face him.

"Listen to me," he said, locking her gaze with
his. "If you don't come...I WILL come in and
get you," he warned her. "If I have to throw you
over my shoulder and carry you out, kicking
and screaming."

"I'll come," she promised. "I will."

He kissed her hard on the mouth. "Hurry."

Buffy watched him walk out, then went to tell
her friends that she was going home.

Taking a deep breath, she manufactured a
weary smile. "Listen, guys...I think I'm
gonna head on home."

"How come?" Willow asked. "It's still early."

"I know, but..I'm a little tired. All that dancing
just wore me out."

"ONE dance wore you out?" Xander frowned
doubtfully.

Buffy stared him down. "Yes," she said de-
fiantly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Before any of them could say goodbye,
she turned and walked out the door, won-
dering just what in the hell she thought
she was doing.

Spike stood next to his Harley, his eyes
on the door..waiting.

Buffy summoned up every scrap of nerve
at her command, and walked over to him.

"Told you so," she said.

"I'm sorry I doubted you, luv." He swung
one leg over the saddle of the motorcycle,
turned the key, and kickstarted the engine.

"You ready?" he asked, extending one hand.

"I'm ready." Buffy gave him her hand and
climbed on back of the Harley, tucking the
skirt of her dress beneath her legs.

"Hold on, then."

She slipped her arms around his waist as
Spike wheeled the bike around, then roared
out of the parking lot.

Buffy had never been on a motorcycle, and
before they were even a mile down the road,
she knew that she liked it.

The speed and the freedom excited her. Spike
handled the machine so expertly that she
wasn't the slightest bit afraid.

He stopped at a red light, and turned to
look at her. "Having fun?"

"Uh-huh," Buffy nodded. "Go faster."

"Anything my lady wants." The light turned
green, and Spike gunned the engine,
making the tires squeal as they shot
out into the warm summer night.


TBC.....
Feedback is appreciated.




~Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman~

Written by Bryan Adams, M Kamen,
and RJ Lange for the Motion Picture
'Don Juan de Marco'



AN: I realize that this isn't the sort
of song usually heard at the
Bronze, but 'Don Juan de Marco'
is one of my favorite movies and
I really love that song...really, really
love it.

Title: To Love A Woman
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.

Summary: Buffy and friends spend
an evening. Spike shows up un-
expectedly and teaches them a
thing or two about dancing.



Part Two....


Ten minutes later, Spike pulled into the
driveway of Buffy's house. He shut off
the engine and climbed off the motor-
cycle, then placed his hands on Buffy's
waist and lifted her off, as well.

She was smiling hugely. "THAT was
fun."

He smiled at her childlike enthusiasm. "Be
a good girl and I'll take you for a nice long
outing some fine evening."

Still exhilarated by the ride, Buffy was
feeling flirtacious. "I'm always a good
girl," she said, tossing her hair out of
her eyes.

Spike's own eyes sparkled with ap-
preciation of her sassy demeanor.
"Do tell," he murmured, following her
as she backed away.

Buffy unlocked the door and stepped
inside, then turned to see him still stand-
ing on the porch, waiting.

"Oh, dear," she said teasingly. "Did you
want to come in, too?"

Spike narrowed his eyes, prepared to let
her play, but only just as long as he
was amused by it.

"I want to come IN, all right," he said. "Now,
say the magic words, darling."

"Ummm...abracadabra?" she offered,
innocently as she kicked off her sandals.

"No. Try again." Spike placed his hands
on either side of the door frame.

"Open sesame!" Her handbag landed on the
sofa.

"Wrong again, luv."

"Well, I'm running out of magic phrases,"
she admitted, reaching under her skirt to
unclip her stockings.

When he saw what she was doing, he
shook his head. "Don't you dare."

"What?" she asked.

He gestured at her legs. "I want to do that,
take your stockings off."

Buffy felt her heart skip at least three
beats. How could such a simple sentence
sound so...deliciously sexy.

Spike could hear her pulse quicken, and
easily picked up the scent of feminine
arousal. "Play time's over, darling," he
said firmly. "Let me in."

She licked her lips, and tilted her head
a little to one side. "Would you like to come
in....Spike?"

Without a word, he crossed the threshold
and reached for her.

She came into his arms with an eagerness
that pleased him. He kissed her long and
hard on the mouth, then cupped her face in
his hands and covered it with brief kisses.

Buffy moaned softly, tipping her head back
as his mouth trailed wetly down her heated
skin, dampening the lace collar of her dress.

The sounds she was making were driving
him wild. "Buffy," he whispered against
her throat. "God, baby...you're so soft. So
sweet."

"More," she panted. "Don't stop."

"I won't. I'll never stop. I'm gonna make
it so good for you, baby. All for you..."

He picked her up and carried her upstairs,
almost stumbling at the feel of her warm breath
against his ear.

Spike paused at the door to her bedroom. "Dawn?"
he asked, realizing that this was a fine time to
be thinking about THAT.

But Buffy shook her head. "She's spending
the weekend with a friend. They're all going
camping..somewhere."

"ALL weekend?" he asked, stepping into
her room.

"Mm-hmm. She'll be back...Sunday night,"
Buffy replied, laying the palm of her hand
on his cheek and turning his face to kiss
him.

Spike set her on her feet, without losing con-
tact with her mouth. When he did finally
pull back, he turned her until her back was
to him.

Tugging the combs out of her hair, he laid
them on the vanity, then gathered the length
of it up and draped it over one shoulder.

After laying a gentle kiss on the nape of her
neck, he began to undo the three tiny red
buttons that fastened the collar of her dress.

Buffy closed her eyes when she felt his mouth
on her bare skin. Her knees trembled, and
he urged her back until she was leaning against
him.

Slowly, Spike peeled the red silk away from
her hyper-sensitized skin. His own knees
almost failed him when she reached for his
hands and moved them up her body, until
they were cradling her breasts.

He squeezed the heavy mounds, then swept
his thumbs back and forth over their hard
nipples, loving the way her breathing es-
calated at his touch.

"Do you like that?" he whispered in her ear.

"Yes," she panted. "God...yes."

"You want more?"

"Yes, please," she begged, sounding like a
little girl asking politely for ice cream.

"You're sweet," he said, turning her to face
him. "I have to taste you."

Cupping his hand beneath one breast, he
lifted it and lowered his head to lick the
tight peak.

Buffy hissed with pleasure, placing one
hand on the back of his head.

"Here, too," she whispered, urging him to
her other breast.

He spread moist kisses on her flesh, rubbing
his cheek against it.

"Spike...please."

He felt a rush of possessive pride
at the sound of his name on her lips. Smiling,
he took her into his mouth, sucking hard.

Buffy dug her fingers into his hair as Spike
began to move her backwards until she
was up against the bed. He lowered her
slowly onto her back, never taking his mouth
from her breast.

Her upper body was prone on the bed, and
her legs hung over the side. Spike sank
to his knees and lifted the skirt of her dress.

The sight of the red garter belt holding up
her stockings drove him wild with lust. He
unclipped them carefully, then drew them down
her legs and off, dropping them on the floor.

The garter belt itself came off next, leaving
her in nothing more than a lacy pair of red
underpants. He hooked his fingers in the
sides of the material and pulled on them.

Buffy watched as he removed her panties,
hypnotized, as he raised the delicate
fabric to his cheek and rubbed it against
his skin.

Spike looked down at her with hot, knowing
eyes. "They're wet," he murmured.

She held out her arms. "Come here."

Tossing her panties aside, he fell into her
outstretched arms.

"Buffy...baby. I love you, my baby...love you
so much." he babbled, covering her face
with kisses as he spoke the words he had
waited so long to say.

Somewhere in the lake of passion she was
currently drowning in, Buffy heard him. As
his mouth moved down her throat, she tried
to clear her head.

**No, wait...something's wrong...he's not
supposed to love me...it's wrong, it's
so wrong...but...but it feels so good...**

She knew it was good now, for them both.
But, how long would it last? How could it,
being what they both were?

Spike sensed the change in her immediately.
Her body tensed slightly, was no longer so
completely welcoming.

He knew what he had done wrong, and he
could have bitten off his tongue.

Trying to smooth over his mistake, he held
her face between his hands and kissed her.

She allowed him to do it, but his heart
sank when he felt her hands splayed
over his chest, knowing that she was about
to push him away.

He moved back, staring down into her eyes,
hating the uncertainty he found in them.

It was as effective as a bucket of ice
water.

"Buffy...please don't be upset. I..I didn't
mean..."

"You didn't mean what you said?" she asked.
"Or you didn't mean to say it?"

Spike sat up and moved off the bed. Placing
both hands on the wall, he closed his eyes
and tried to calm both his raging emotions
and his frustrated body.

"Which is it?" Buffy sat up and refastened
her dress. "Tell me."

He knew it was finished. He had over played
his hand, and she was about to shut him
out permanently.

Steeling himself, he turned to face her. If
he was going to go down, he was damned
if he would do it with a lie.

"I didn't mean to say it..yet." He straightened
his shoulders. "But I do love you, Buffy, and
I'm not gonna pretend that I don't."

Buffy curled up her legs beneath her, and
huddled against the headboard."I thought
that...I knew that you..."

"Wanted you?"

"I...I figured it was...you know.."

"Physical attraction?" He shrugged. "My
taste for forbidden fruit?"

Buffy was silent, staring at her hands.

"Well, I can't deny it, luv. I AM physically
attracted. And you...you're the most for-
bidden fruit there is. Ripe and juicy...and
sweet."

"Spike.."

"Let me finish." He crossed the room and
sat down next to her on the bed. He didn't
try to touch her, but she still inched away.

"Buffy..don't be afraid of me. You have to know
that I won't hurt you."

She wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Buffy...you DO know that, don't you?
That I would never hurt you? I'd sooner cut
off my hands than hurt you."

"I know," she finally said. "I know you won't
hurt me...physically."

"But, you're afraid I'll hurt you in other ways
if you let me love you. Let yourself love me."

"I won't..."

He cut her off. "You can't control my love for
you, Buffy. You might be master of your own
heart...but not mine."

Buffy shook her head. "I don't want you to
love me."

Spike felt as though he'd been slapped.

"You don't have a choice," he said harshly.
"It's not something you can drive a stake
through and have it explode into dust par-
ticles. It's a living...breathing...thing, and it's
always gonna be part of me."

Buffy rolled off the bed and headed for
the door. Turning the door knob, she
had it open a few inches when Spike's
hand came down on it, slamming it with a
bang that rattled the windows.

"Oh, no you don't" he bit out. "You can spend
the rest of your life running away from this,
but you ARE going to listen to me now."

He turned her around to face him, pinning her
to the wall with his body.

"There's no turning back from this, Buffy. I
won't go back to whatever we were before.
Not now that I've touched you..tasted you..."

Buffy turned her head away, biting her lower
lip.

"...felt you beneath me. Your nails digging
into my back. Your legs parting to let me
lie between them..."

"Stop it." She shoved him away. "Stop
saying those things!"

"Why?" Spike asked bitterly. "Because you
don't want to hear them...or because you do?"

"I mean it.."

"You were ready for it when you thought it
was just lust. You were begging me for
it." His voice became suggestive as he
trailed one finger down her throat. "Come
on," he said. "I'll pretend if you will."

Buffy slapped his hand away. "And
here it comes. The real you. The nasty,
mean one, who doesn't care what he
says." Tears shimmered in her eyes. "I
should have known it wouldn't be far
behind."

These words, combined with the tears
in her eyes, stopped him cold. Step-
ping back from her, he sat on the bed
and stared at the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, looking up
when he heard her open the door. "Buffy...
Buffy, wait!" he called, jumping to his feet
and running after her.

He caught up with her at the top of
the stairs. Taking hold of her arm, he
he swung her around to face him, then
pulled her close when he saw her tears.

"Don't cry...please, please don't cry,"
he begged in her ear as he stroked
her hair. "It's all right...it's all over now,
sweetheart. I'll go...I will, just..just
don't cry anymore."

Her tears soaked his shirt front, and he
cursed himself, hating the thing inside
him that had made her so unhappy.

At that moment, he would have been
willing to walk out into the noonday sun
to be sure that he would never make her
cry again.

Bending over, he picked her up and
carried her downstairs, then sat on
the sofa with her in his lap, cuddling
her like a frightened child.

If Buffy had been thinking clearly, she
might have seen the pain in his eyes,
the hurt he was inflicting on himself
rather than dump all over her.

And if she had seen it, it might have
given her pause, made her wonder at
the obvious change from what he used
to be, someone who couldn't have cared
less whether she was happy or sad, well
or in pain.

But she was too confused to deal with
this sort of knowledge at the moment. Too
overwhelmed by her own convoluted
feelings to try and sort out his.

"Buffy...listen to me. You don't have to
look at me, but..just hear me. I love you.
I'll never stop loving you. I'm not made that
way. I'm sorry, but I just can't help it."

Feeling her shudder, he tightened his arms
around her. "I didn't mean to frighten you...
or make you angry. And I sure as hell didn't
want to make you cry."

His voice was quiet and soothing. "I know you
don't love me. I...I hoped you might care
about me...someday. I didn't mean for things
to go this far tonight. But...when I saw you
in your pretty new dress..saw how beautiful you
looked...and how you responded to me when
we danced...I couldn't stop myself, luv."

Spike had to force out the words that came
next. "I meant it, though, when I said that
I can't go back to how things were. I can't
be near you...and not have you. If I thought
there was just the smallest chance that you
would...well, I'd wait forever. But the one thing
I don't want to do...is cause you any more pain
than I already have. If it'll make things easier
for you...then I'll go. I swear it. I'll leave
Sunnydale and I'll never come back."

He waited, hoping she would speak, tell him
not to go, ask him to give her time.

But she said nothing, and he felt his
heart...the one she'd once claimed didn't
exist...begin to break in two.

Oh, God...this was gonna hurt. He'd once thought
that losing Drusilla had been painful, but that was
nothing compared to what was coming his way
now.

Spike swallowed hard, trying to dislodge the
ache in his throat, allowing himself to hold
her for just a few more seconds, knowing it
would be for the last time.

"All right, luv," he finally said, moving her
off his lap. "I'll go now." He held her tear
stained face in his hands, drinking in the sight
and feel and scent of her, then pressed a kiss
on each wet cheek and one on her forehead.

"Goodbye, Buffy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He stood on the porch for a moment,
rubbing his forehead.

Staring out into the darkness of the
front yard, he wondered just where the
hell he was going to go...IF he could
really force himself to leave Sunnydale..to
leave Buffy.

He would think about it later. Right now, it
was time to go home and get thoroughly
drunk, drunk enough to pass out and
put off the pain for just a little while longer.

Climbing onto the motorcycle, he started
the engine and took off with a scream of
the tires; a scream loud enough to drown
out the one that came from him.



TBC.....

Feedback is appreciated.

Title: To Love A Woman
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Buffy and her friends spent
an evening out. Spike shows up and
teaches them a thing or two about
dancing.




Part Three....

Buffy stayed on the couch until the sound
of the motorcycle faded to nothing.

She'd had to consciously restrain herself
from running after him and begging him to
come back inside. Only the knowledge
that she'd be opening a Pandora's Box
stuffed to the brim with problems kept
her in the house.

How could it be anything else? Physical
attraction and desire were wonderful
things, but they couldn't sustain a relation-
ship forever.

She needed something she could count
on. Needed to have some small bit
of control in at least one part of her life.

Everything else was always so up in the
air for her. Even life itself was a crap-
shoot. Everytime she strapped on her
slayer shoes and stakes, and stepped
into any one of a dozen local graveyards,
she rolled those particular dice.

She had been lucky so far, but sooner or
later, she would crap out and roll a big
fat snake eyes.

It was inevitable. Slayers don't die of
old age, or lingering illnesses. Slayers
go out young, usually in a spectacular
amount of pain and blood.

This was her destiny. She had fought
against it...railed against it...tried to run
away from it for so long, but had finally
come to terms with it.

Family and friends, vine covered cottages
with rose gardens growing in the sun-
shine...those things were not for her.

It was a small consolation that at least she
wouldn't have to hang around and watch
as everyone she knew played the game
of Life without her, hitting all the traditional
milestones...love, weddings, new jobs,
first homes....babies.

Buffy had always wanted to have a child
someday. She'd made light of it when
she'd talked with Angel about such things,
but that was mostly to make him feel better
about it.

Playing house had been her favorite thing
to do with her little friends as she grew
from toddlerhood into childhood, and she
had always played the part of Mommy.

She'd loved taking care of her babies; dres-
sing them, feeding them, singing them to
sleep. When she had been very small, and
ignorant of the realities of such things, she'd
told her parents that she was going to have
at least 10 babies of her own.

They had laughed indulgently, and told her
that she would certainly be a very busy
Mommy if that happened.

Her planted memories of Dawn as a baby
were as strong as they'd ever been. She
had a clear and firm recollection of going to
visit Mommy in the hospital, and seeing her
baby sister in the nursery with all the other
newborns.

She remembered the flowers she and her
father had chosen from the gift shop; pink
roses...her mother's favorite, and buying the
Teddy Bear that played a scratchy version of
Brahmms Lullaby.

After bringing the baby home, she had followed
her mother around morning, noon, and night,
wanting to help feed her and change her and
give her a bath, pretending that SHE was the
mommy.

As she'd grown up a little, she had scaled
back her family plans to two children, with
an option on a third one. It had seemed rea-
sonable.

Only after she had embarked on what was
to be her only career choice, had she men-
tally scuttled those plans, facing the fact that
she would never be a mother to even one child
let alone three.

Between falling in love with vampires, and
a dangerous occupation that could make her
child half an orphan, she hadn't....

Buffy shot straight up on the sofa, her
thoughts suddenly scattered apart like
thrown jacks until they narrowed in on one
particular item.

**Falling in love with vampires? As in plural.
As in....more than one...**

"Oh, no," she muttered under her breath. "No,
I didn't...I CAN'T..."

**Can't I..?**

She shook her head. "I am NOT in love
with Spike. I'm not!"

Sure, she'd wanted him. What breathing female
with an ounce of common sense wouldn't?

Spike was good looking, and sexy, and dan-
gerous...all the things she wanted in a man.

But tonight, he'd proved himself to be some-
thing more. He had actually subjugated his
feelings in order to defer to hers.

She had led him on...hadn't MEANT to, but
the results were the same, and he had
still stopped when she'd needed him to. It
had been a tremendous effort for him, she'd
seen the strain on his face and the tension
in his body language.

But he had done it. She had dragged him to
the heart stopping brink of sexual passion,
and then made him break off.

He'd not only done it, but he'd apologized
to HER. As though he'd been the one slam-
ming the door, instead of having it slammed
on him.

"Okay...maybe he's a better man than I've
given him credit for being...but that doesn't
mean I love him...."

**Then why are you still crying now that he's
gone?**

Her hands flew to her face. Fresh tears were
trembling on her cheeks and her eyes were
burning with more.

Buffy got to her feet and went into the bath-
room. Flicking on the overhead light, she
got a look at herself in the mirror and almost
screamed.

Her carefully applied make-up was a melt-
ing fright mask. Black smudges of mascara
around red, swollen eyes made her look like
a panda bear after a three day drunk.

Her hair was a snarly jungle, with all the curl
gone from it.

She was a mess.

**Who cries that hard over a guy they
don't....care about?**

She yanked off a length of toilet paper
and wiped her eyes, then grabbed another
one to blow her nose.

Leaving the bathroom, she went into the
kitchen and poured herself a glass of
iced tea. She sat down at the kitchen
counter to drink it, and was almost finished
when her eye was caught by the newspaper
on the other side of the table.

Dawn had opened it up that morning to
read the comics while she ate breakfast.

Buffy grabbed the paper and looked them
over, wondering why Dawn found them so
amusing.

At the bottom of the page was the word
jumble. Dawn was so good at those that
she always did them in ink, unscrambling
the letters to reveal the hidden message
in less than two minutes.

As Buffy read the message Dawn had
decoded that morning, her heart turned
over in her chest.

"If you're going to walk on thin ice,
you might as well dance."

Her fingers touched her lips, as she began
to smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy was re-doing her make up when
she finally remembered where she'd
heard the song she and Spike had
danced to.

In the living room, she dug out a plastic
box with CDs that had belonged to her
mother, kept around for sentimental
reasons.

It didn't take her long to find the sound-
track she was hunting for.

Putting it to one side, she ran upstairs
and grabbed Dawn's CD player out of
her room. She put fresh batteries in it
and went back downstairs to make sure
the CD was playable.

The song she wanted was the first track
on the disc, and she listened to it care-
fully, the words having even more meaning
now than they'd had before.

The sound was perfect. She should have
known, her mom had always been careful
with her CDs, far more than she and Dawn
had ever been.

Setting the volume control where she
wanted it, she placed the CD player by
the door and finished fixing her face and
hair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Her nerve nearly deserted her at the door
to his crypt.

What if it was too late? What if he'd decided
that she was just too high maintenance for
him? What if he'd kept his promise and was
already gone?

**What if the earth spins out of orbit and loses
it's gravitional pull, and we all float out into space?
Stop being such a chickenshit and move your
ass, Summers!**

She opened the door as quietly as she could,
which wasn't as easy as she'd thought it
would be. She'd come through this door like
a cyclone in the past, and now she knew part
of the reason why.

The damn thing weighed a ton. You had to put
a little muscle into it to get it open.

Closing it was just as bad.

**I have got to get him out of this stupid
crypt..**

Placing the CD player on top of the tomb,
she saw faint lamplight coming from the lower
level, and heard someone stirring around.

Hoping like hell that it was the RIGHT some-
one, she smoothed her hair and dress, then
pushed PLAY.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Spike poured another glass of scotch,
and practically threw the alcohol down
his throat.

He was four glasses into his intended
'drinking to forget' plan, and he wasn't even
slightly buzzed. Damn vampire tolerance
levels screwed him over every time.

With a heartfelt sigh, he rummaged around
beneath the bed, looking for the duffle bag
he'd shoved under it when he'd first come to
live here.

He wouldn't be taking much with him when
he left. His clothes, a few personal effects,
some jewelry that had belonged to his
mother, most of which he hadn't looked
at in years, but still held on to.

A few pictures...

He found the box in the bottom of the
armoire. Hesitating, bracing himself for
another shot of heartache, he opened
it.

There were three pictures in the box. One
of Dawn and two of Buffy, they were pictures
he'd sweet talked Dawn out of one night, payment
for keeping his mouth shut about Dawn
climbing out of her bedroom window when
she'd been grounded by Warden Buffy for some-
thing that he couldn't even remember now.

His finger traced the features of Buffy's
smiling face as he remembered the feel of
her skin beneath his touch. The warmth,
and softness and....

No. He couldn't take these with him. If
he did...he'd never be able to stay away,
and he had promised her that he would
go and not come back.

Replacing the lid of the box, he shoved it
back into the drawer.

He sat there, his resolve fading as he
contemplated the thought of never seeing
her again...even a photograph of her.

His hand reached to open the drawer
again..his fingers were almost touching
it...when he heard a sound from the upper
level.

Music? Where the hell was that coming
from. He didn't have a....

His expression became murderous.

THAT song. The one they had danced
to. Who was so fucking cruel that they
thought this was funny?

All his pent up emotions came roaring
to the surface. They needed an outlet,
and if he couldn't have the one he really
wanted, he would take this one.

Ready to break someone's neck, he
climbed the ladder.

When he saw who was waiting for him,
his non beating heart nearly burst.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"To really love a woman, to under
stand her
You got to know her deep inside
Hear every thought,
See every dream
And give her wings when she wants to
fly..."



More nervous than she could ever
remember being before, Buffy held
out one hand, praying that he wouldn't
just turn his back on her.

"Dance with me?" she asked softly.



"Then when you find yourself lying
helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman.."


Without a word, not questioning why
anything had changed, he crossed the
room in three long strides and placed
his hands around her waist, then lifted
her completely off her feet and up into
the air.

Smiling with a happiness he'd never
expected to feel again, he spun her
around and around, until she was laugh-
ing and holding on to his shoulders.



"When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's really wanted.
When you love a woman, you tell her
that she's the one...
She needs somebody to tell her that
it's gonna last forever.
So tell me have you ever really,
really really ever loved a woman?"



Setting her back down on her feet,
he stepped back a little and reached
for her right hand. Bringing it to his
lips, he left a soft kiss on the back,
then turned it over and pressed a longer,
more tender one into her palm.

Buffy's eyes felt misty at the loving
gesture, wondering where he had
been hiding all this back when they'd
first met.

Before she could say anything, he
took her other hand as well, and
placed her arms around his neck,
his eyes widening briefly when her
fingers began to play with the hair
at the nape.



"To really love a woman
Let her hold you
Till you know how she needs
to be touched
You've got to breathe her
Really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood.."



Keeping his own hands on her waist,
he began to move her to the rhythm
of the song. They danced, just the way
they had done before...as though they'd
been doing it for a lifetime.

Buffy's eyes drifted closed, and Spike
slipped one hand up her back and
into her honey colored mass of hair.

Twining his fingers in it, he gently
pulled, tilting her head back.

"Open your eyes," he whispered, the
first words he had spoken since he'd
left her before.

Her lashes lifted slowly, revealing
the feelings she couldn't hide, or
wish away.

Spike met her gaze seriously. "Are
you frightened?"

"A little," she admitted.

He swallowed hard. "Of me?"

She shook her head. "Of losing
you."

If he'd had breath, those words would
have stopped it. "That'll never happen,
Buffy," he vowed passionately. "I
swear it. Never."

Her smile was tremulous. "Unless I chase
you off."

"Not even then," he said, pressing his
lips against her forehead. "Buffy...there's
no power on earth that can make me leave
you...if you want me to stay."

Sliding her hands up his arms, she pressed
them to his cheeks and looked up into his
eyes. "Stay," she said firmly.

Sliding one arm around her waist, he
leaned her back over it, then lowered
his head and pressed his lips against
the lace that hid the soft hollow at the base
of her throat.



"You got to give her some faith
Hold her tight
A little tenderness
Got to treat her right
She will be there for you
Taking good care of you.."



"Spike..?"

"What, baby?" He nuzzled her ear.

"Let's go downstairs."



"You really got to love your woman..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He led her down the ladder to the
lower level, then scooped her up
and carried her over to the bed.

She let out a small squeak of sur-
prise when her feet left the ground.

Spike placed one knee on the bed,
and placed her carefully on the mattress,
as though she were a fine and delicate
piece of crystal, fashioned by a master
craftsman.

Before he could move away, she slipped
her arms around his neck and tugged
him down until his lips found hers in a
slow, hot, open-mouthed kiss.

Their tongues played lazily in each
others mouths, touching and tasting.

Spike pulled back first, and rolled
her over onto her stomach to unfasten
the buttons of her dress once again.

She giggled as he tickled the back of
her neck, then nipped playfully with
his teeth.

Stretching out her arms beside her,
she turned her head and lay on his
pillow, enjoying the attentions he was
paying her.

His hands moved up her legs and under
the skirt of her dress.

She promptly rolled back over and smiled
at him. "Don't bother looking," she said,
"I was in too much of a hurry to put a garter
belt and stockings back on."

He grinned. "Why, Miss Summers," he
said, his voice suitably scandalized. "Do
you mean to tell me that you've been
running around town without your knickers
on?"

She giggled and nodded her head. "Fraid
so."

"You're a very naughty girl," he said, growl-
ing a little for her. "I love it."

Pulling her sandals off, he tossed them
across the room, then worked her out of
her dress.

When he had her completely naked,
his mouth took a slow, leisurely trip down
her throat, stopping to pay proper atten-
tion to her breasts.

Licking her damp skin, he nuzzled his
face in the hollow between her breasts,
then moved his mouth up the undercurve
of one to it's hard nipple.

Buffy gasped at the feel of his tongue as
it drew wet circles around the tip of her
breast. She arched her back, aching for
a deeper touch.

"Please," she begged. "Take it in your
mouth...oh...oh, yes...harder. Feels so
good..."

She clenched her fingers in his silky
hair, pressing him even closer as he
suckled her, first gently, then harder..as
she had requested.

"Now...now the other.." she said, guiding
his face to her opposite nipple.

He took it in immediately, drawing on it
so strongly that she felt it in her womb.

At the same time, he used his fingers on
the one he had been sucking, tugging it
and pinching it gently, rubbing the moisture
of his saliva into her skin.

Rolling her over again, he lay beneath her
as she propped herself on her forearms,
freeing his hands to cup and fondle and
squeeze both her breasts.

"God, you're so beautiful," he said, molding
her soft flesh like a sculptor, pushing the
mounds together and swiping his tongue
back and forth from one nipple to the other,
pausing only to suck at them. "I could spend
a lifetime here and never get enough."

She moved back a little, teasing him by re-
moving her breast from the reach of his
mouth, then giving him just a small taste be-
fore moving back again.

He growled in his throat, a sound that caused
an instant rush of hot fluid to seep from be-
tween her legs.

Spike caught the scent of it, and felt it damp-
ening the front of his pants.

Afraid that something else was going to dampen
them even more, he turned her over again and
sat up between her splayed thighs.

He wanted to taste her so badly that he couldn't
bear it, but he had to release the pressure of his
trousers before it became painful.

Climbing off the bed, he stood next to it and
tugged his shirt off, sending it who knew where.

As he did this, Buffy moved to unbuckle his
belt and tug down the zipper of those confining
leather pants he had on.

Considering how tight they were, they slipped
down with surprising ease.

Her eyes became as wide as tea saucers
when she saw the impressive erection jutting
out from his thighs.

Unable to resist, she reached out one hand
and wrapped her fingers around his cock,
sliding them up and down.

"Ohh....FUCK...yes, baby...a little tighter..
that's my girl...yes..."

She pumped her hand up and down the
rigid shaft, lifting the drops of moisture that
formed at the tip and rubbing them back
into his skin.

"Does that feel good?" she asked, knowing
the answer perfectly well.

"Oh, fuck...yes. Yes....don't stop...yeah..
squeeeze it...little more...more...I...no,
stop...honey, stop now."

"Why?" she inquired teasingly.

"Because...if you don't," he explained
just as teasingly, "you're gonna have a big
mess on your hands."

She released him then, ignoring the small
whimper of protest he couldn't help
uttering.

Moving back into the center of the bed, she
beckoned him with one finger, watching as
he gripped his shaft firmly to hold off
ejaculating.

"Is that for me," she asked, "or are you gonna
play with yourself all night?"

He grinned at her as he toed off his boots
and kicked his pants away. "It's all for you,
little girl. Every...last...inch."

Reclining on the pillows, she held out
her arms. "Come here, baby," she said
sweetly.

Forcing away the memory of what had
happened the last time he'd done this, Spike
again fell into her open arms.

This time, though, she parted her legs for
him and lifted her hips, rubbing her wet
crotch against him.

Capturing his face in her hands, she gave
him several lingering kisses, sliding her
tongue into his mouth and licking the
slick enamel of his teeth.

He moaned deep in his throat, then pulled
back and blazed a trail down her body,
leaving her skin moist and yearning.

Pushing her thighs apart, he paused for
a moment to take in her scent...a fragrance
that made his head spin...and lowered him-
self between them.

Buffy's entire body jerked taut as a drawn
wire at the feel of his tongue on her. He slid
it up and down the outer fold of her sex, then
plunged it in as deeply as he could, then found
her clit and sucked it, drinking her in like vintage
wine.

Her head thrashed on the pillow as she moaned
and sobbed and panted. The pleasure he was
inflicting on her was almost unbearable, and
could easily border on pain had he been less
experienced.

Not needing to breathe was a big bonus too...

He raised his head and looked at her, loving
the fact that he was the one who had brought
her to such a state.

And he knew exactly how to push her a
little bit higher.

"God, baby...you taste so sweet. Your little pussy
is like cream..I could eat it all night." He slid
one finger inside her. "So wet...and hot. You must
like this." He smiled evilly. "Do you, baby? Do you
like it when I lick you between your legs?"

"Uh-huh," Buffy panted.

"And when I suck your juicy little clit? Does it
feel good when I do that?"

"Yes," she gulped. "Very...very good."

Pumping his finger in and out, he rubbed her
sweet spot with his thumb. "What about when I
tongue fuck you? When I slide my tongue in as
deeply as I can..move it in and out..harder and
faster..."

"Oh, GOD!!!" Buffy groaned the words, and
dug her nails into the mattress, her hips convulsing
as her body touched the stars.

Without another word, Spike moved up in the
bed and positioned himself. Rubbing the head
of his cock against her labia, he slid it in a little,
then pulled back. His thrusts were shallow and
slow, as he entered her a bit at a time.

Buffy was moaning and keening in his ear,
ratcheting his lust even higher.

When he was completely sheathed in her warm,
tight center, he began to thrust rhythmically,
using his hips to nudge her thighs even farther
apart.

She raised her legs suddenly, winding them
around his back, which allowed him even
deeper penetration.

Neither of them were quiet about it, and could
probably be heard by most of the local residents
of his particular neighborhood.

Fortunately, the dead don't mind the noise.

Pounding into her harder and faster, he
grunted every time his pelvis slammed into
hers.

Sometimes he would stop and move his
hips from side to side, striking whole new
pleasure points inside her.

"Ohhh...ohhh...Spike...yes," she whined
and whimpered. "More...more...harder...baby,
harder...come on...do it...do it now...I'm
so close...baby, I'm so close....."

He redoubled his efforts, giving her everything
he had to give.

"You're so good," she crooned in his ear, stoking
the fires of his ego at the same time she did
his body. "It's never been like this...never...you,
baby...it's you...you're my man...my beautiful
wild boy..."

"Buffy...Buffy...are you...mine? My...girl? Say..
say you are...uhh...uhh...say it...please...."

Placing her lips to his ear, she whispered with
heated breath..."I'm all yours..all of me..all
for you...just you...oh, faster...go faster...I'm
so...make me come," she pleaded shamelessly.
"Make me come...Spike...ahhh..."

"I'll make you come," he choked out. "Make you
see stars...come so hard...do it for me, babe...do
it for your man..."

Five more ramming thrusts were all they needed.
They came together, screaming in the perfect
bliss of mutual orgasm.

Buffy lifted her hips and clamped her internal
muscles around his shaft, milking it for all the
juice he had to give her. She could feel it spewing
into her, his cock jerking as it emptied every
drop of semen.

Spike pushed his pelvis down hard, grinding
it against hers in the delicious friction that
made his lover's body vibrate and hum. He felt
the wetness gushing from her, making everything
slick and hot.

When it was over, when it began to ease away
from them, they looked into each others
eyes....and both found just exactly what they'd
wanted so much to see.

It was love...and it was good...and it
would last forever.


"Then when you find yourself lying helpless
in her arms
You know you really love a woman..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"Remember when you came into the Bronze
earlier?"

"Yeah..."

"You said you were waiting for someone." Buffy
frowned, not pleased with the idea at all. "Just
who were you waiting for?"

He propped his head on one hand and
looked down at her cross little face.

"Oh, Buffy," he said tenderly. "Don't you
know...I was waiting for you, baby."

Leaning down then, he kissed her until she
smiled.....



The End.

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~Have You Ever Loved A Woman~
Written by B. Adams, M Kamen,
and RJ Lange, for the Motion Picture 'Don
Juan de Marco'