“What do you mean you can’t meet the fucken’ deadline Elizabeth?” Angel’s voice roared over the phone and she began to seethe.

“It means I won’t have it ready by the time requested ASSHOLE! Don’t use the words if you don’t understand them…or buy yourself a fucken’ dictionary and stop wasting my time.”

She could hear something crash and shatter in the background and then couldn’t help but adding, “You know what, maybe I can meet it, maybe I’ll just write up a summary of your temper tantrums and the size of your dick, I’m sure the readers will get a kick out of it, regardless of the fact that you not being able to perform in a sexual or social aspect has nothing to do with my book.”

The dial tone sounded in her ears and she smiled happily before remembering she really did need to get cracking on the last chapter of her book, but at least she knew what to do with the character of Liam. She rotated her shoulders, getting stiff from the workout he’d interrupted and not having been able to cool down afterwards.

She was writing about a vampire who fell in love with a human girl and she didn’t know whether or not to make the ending happy or sad. She desperately wanted to give Sarah her happily ever after but couldn’t see how, James represented everything dark in the world. The saddest thing was through all this though was the fact that Sarah was her, every want, every need, every mannerism was her own and James, well James was a bit of everything she craved, his most appealing trait was that he stayed through it all. This was something Buffy herself had yet to experience. They all left, Parker, Riley and even Angel had in the end, breaking her heart and apparently her ability to write. So she could write until her fingers bled, and she could make up a million for ever and evers, but she’d never know them and because of that she’d never be able to give them justice within her pages.

She sighed and headed up to the shower, knowing that in about an hour and a half Willow would be there to take her Bronzing for her birthday. Yes, she was looking forward to spending some quality time with her friends but her birthdays tended to end with not well note. Either way, she needed this and wasn’t going to bail out.

The heat of the shower eased her muscles and gave her skin a rosy tint lifting her spirits just a little higher. She’d recently had her hair lightened and had to admit it looked better than it had in ages. Maybe, just maybe, tonight was going to be a good night after all she thought after straightening her locks and applying some light makeup.





It had been a good idea she decided as she and her friends sat at the small table in the Bronze listening to the music of Willow’s boyfriends band. Oz was definitely good for her red haired friend and Xander’s new girlfriend, Anya, definitely had some interesting qualities.

“So Buffster, what’s it feel like to be 25?”

She grimaced, “It feels great Xan, how’s it feel to finally be getting laid?”

He turned beat red as Anya answered for him, “He told me it feels like his penis is crying tears of joy.” She blurted out, either ignorant or naive to the fact that it was a rhetorical question, either way Buffy decided she had to get to know this woman better.

Willow chuckled and Buffy snorted uncaringly.

“Anyone want another drink?”

Willow handed her some cash, about enough to cover everyone.

“No way your paying on your B-day Buffy.”

Buffy smiled. “Thanks, so the usual?”

Everyone nodded yes and couldn’t help but ask Xander if he needed a Kleenex too, in case he started ‘crying’. She didn’t even wait to see his reaction as she sashayed to the bar with a smile, knowing her friend was embarrassed beyond belief.

She waited patiently for “Ripper” to notice her. He used to teach English back in London and had come here to open up a bar, something he’d always wanted to do. One night Buffy had stayed to closing on a Wednesday, not noticing that everyone else had left and had looked up startled when she noticed that the kindly bartender had slid into a seat opposite of her.

She was about to stammer out an apology for keeping him waiting when he’d asked what she was working on. She’d gone on to tell him everything, from the book she was working on to the ones she’d finished and once he’d told her what he used to do she’d let him edit some of her stuff and he was just incredible at it. They’d become close friends, him never having had children and her having lost her mother some 4 years ago and still not knowing where her father was. The name “Ripper” had come when Riley had made the mistake of man-handling her at the bar after their breakup, which had occurred when Buffy had found bite marks covering him head to toe, and they weren’t hers. Giles had jumped over the bar and proceeded to rip Riley a new one and the name had just stuck. They tried to get together once a week for dinner, time permitting. He watched over her and she loved him for that.

“What’ll it be tonight stranger?” Giles asked with his kindly smile.

“Sorry, I’ve way behind on schedule lately and everything’s a mess, make it up to you on Sunday?”

“Sounds good to me Buffy, I’ve got some stuff to tell you.”

“Salty good stuff or boring stuff?” she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Salty good”, his eyes flicked down to the cash in her hand, “And you know your money’s not good here tonight.”

She blushed, “should have known you wouldn’t forget, sometimes I swear to god you’re a fucken’ elephant. I’ll have the usual, we all will actually.”

Giles smiled and started mixing their drinks, her friends having quickly become his once introduced, though none of them would ever be as close as the surrogate daughter and the surrogate father were.

He handed her the drinks and smiled, “Stay after close and have a drink with an old man?” he asked, knowing the answer.

A roll of the eyes and a ‘yes dad’ later followed by a quick kiss on the cheek before he was off again to serve some other clients.

Buffy heard a throat clear and looked to the left, a man with bleached blond hair sat there with his shoulders slumped, not turning to look at her while he asked his question, a pencil tapping with irritation on a scrap of paper he had on the bar.

“Can I help you?”

“What’s another good word for radiant?”

“Effulgent” she shot out without thinking twice.

He chuckled bitterly, “I asked for a good word.”

“Anything that means radiant has to be a good word, but if you’re picky just use brilliant and be like everyone else. Have a nice night.”

She walked back to her table then, not noticing the deep blue eyes following her movement with just a little bit of awe in them.




Buffy could feel the music washing over her and smiled, this had been the best birthday so far in years. She felt good, alive and warm. Oz’s band really knew how to get people worked into a dancing frenzy and she loved the freedom a dance floor had to offer. Dancing had no deadlines, you could do as little or as much as you wanted when you wanted to.

She could feel it when someone stepped up behind her but still she chose to keep her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of his (hopefully it was a HIS, because she didn’t swing the other way though she had no problems with those who did) fingers ghosting over the bare skin of her waist, her red tank top was not meant to cover everything, just cover enough and her jeans were faded blue low rise. And why not? She had the body to pull it off every once in a while.

Another fast song rang out and with it his fingers grew more forward, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him. With one hand he pulled her hair off to one side and rested his chin on her now exposed shoulder.

“You smell like vanilla” said the voice that gave her chills.

“You smell like whiskey” she whispered back but not once stopping the fully clothed sex show they were now putting on.

He laughed at that and she couldn’t help but smile, he sounded happy, happier than he’d sounded at the bar. Once he’d started talking it hadn’t been hard to figure out who the mystery dancer was, she doubted anyone else in here had an accent as sexy as his.

His hand came to splay over her taut stomach and he risked a quick nibble at her neck.

“But you taste like honey.”

Buffy gave a small groan, it had been so long since she’d let someone touch her and she’d almost forgotten how good even the little things were. Feeling a little risqué she pushed into him a little harder and upped their tempo, refusing to let the obvious erection scare her off. He was after all, only a man.

“Cheeky l’il bird aren’t you?” he asked, his voice almost lulling her into a trance.

“If I’m not mistaken, I’m not the one who’s got a naughty bird.”

His grip on her stomach tightened and she heard him laugh again, letting out a little chuckle herself.

“Doesn’t scare you kitten?” he mumbled, tongue darting out to lick her neck languidly.

“I took sex ed in grade 5, it’s been a long time since a dick scared me.”

Another laugh, another nibble, another moan, she didn’t even know from who this time.

“Been a long time since a woman’s made me laugh, thank you.”

“Been a long time since I let a guy hump my ass without knowing what he looks like first.”

“You have a way with words pet.”

“You have no idea.”

The talking stopped as her arms came up to wrap around his neck and he bit down on her shoulder gently while one hand slid to the top of her jeans.

He was driving her crazy and she was making him insane, their grinding coming to a screeching halt when he whirled her around and crushed his lips to hers before she even had a chance to open her eyes.

His kiss was hard but his lips were so soft that Buffy couldn’t help but bite down gently on one, resulting in him slamming her against him, desperate for some friction.

The feel of his tongue on hers was delicious and she moaned into his mouth, he tasted like whiskey too and she found that on him it tasted good. His arm came around to grip her ass, pulling her as close as he could to her body and they started to dance again, never stopping the kiss. Her fingers scratched lightly down his chest and she couldn’t help but whimper when she felt the muscles hidden there.

The song came to an end and slowly her eyes revealed the most gorgeous looking man she’d ever seen. 5”9 (which was just perfect for her small stature), chiseled features and killer cheekbones, bleached slicked back hair (at least that much she’d been expecting) and eyes that seemed to melt her immediately.

“Hi” she breathed out huskily.

A hand came to smooth away a damp strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes,

“Effulgent” he whispered to her, not blinking once.

Buffy suppressed a smile. “I thought that was a shitty word?”

He curled his tongue between his teeth and smiled. “It was.”

“And then what happened?” Buffy prodded.

“And then there was you.”

She smiled and swatted his chest playfully, “Kiss ass.”

He seemed to think about it for a moment and then answered, “I could, if you wanted me to, but I was thinking of kissing you somewhere else.”

She laughed and stepped out of his arms as the lights came on, taking her lipstick out of her purse and grabbing his arm, using it as a marker.

“What are you doing?” he asked, floored that she was vandalizing his skin.

“It’s a number.”

“Yours?”

“You better fucken’ hope so” she purred out before grabbing him and pulling him in for one last kiss before strutting back to her friends, and just like that he was smitten.


Willow looked up when her friend approached and smiled, “Look who came back, little miss birthday girl and her new friend Hickey.”

Buffy’s hand flew to her neck and she laughed, “Well guys we did it, we managed to get past my birthday without another apocalypse.”

Xander handed her a shot and they raised their glasses in a cheer before downing it. Buffy’s face immediately scrunching up at the taste the Jack Daniels left in her mouth.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna’ catch a lift with Giles later, we’re gonna catch up a bit before dinner on Sunday.”

They all exchanged hugs, Xander commenting on what a show she’d put on the dance floor and making her promise to introduce her to the new guy should they get closer. With a smile and a wave she saw them off and headed over to Giles who was now wiping down the empty bar.

“Hey old man, got a decent drink for a decent lady?”

“Only if you show me a decent lady.” He said with a wink and pulled out the pitcher he’d mixed for them just before close.

Buffy smiled, “Oooooh, vodka and cranberry with cherries, yummy.”

She grabbed the pitcher and used a finger to fish out one of the tiny fruits while they headed to a table.

“So, seemed like you were having fun tonight” he commented with a twinkle in his eye.

Buffy laughed, “Saw that did you?”
“I had to polish my glasses three times to get the image of my almost daughter making out with…”

Before he could finish Buffy’s cell phone rang, she looked at him apologetically and answered.

“Hey cutie”

“Hi…”, her heart skipped a beat and she smiled.

“It struck me after you gave me your number I didn’t have your name” he said sounding slightly embarrassed.

“It’s Buffy, but could you call me tomorrow? I’m with my dad right now?” she added giving Giles a warm smile, not seeing the tears mist his eyes at her choice of wording.

“Sure thing kitten, just getting cleaned up myself to hang out with my uncle after work.”

“So he’s a night guy too?”

“Ya, but he loved what he does, seems to suit him just fine. I’m probably going to wake up late but do you think you’re up for doing something with me tomorrow night?”

“That sounds…”, Buffy worried her lip a moment before thinking to herself, what the hell, she deserved some fun, “Lovely actually.”

She could almost here his smile, “Thank you, get yourself home safe and sound and I’ll ring you up tomorrow, night kitten.”

“Night.” She hung up and smiled at Giles. “I forgot to tell him my name” she laughed out, and then laughed a little bit harder, “And I still don’t know his.”

Giles smiled, “His name is…”

Just then the sound of the door to the room above the bar slammed open and a voice called out, “Hey Rupes, got anything to drink?”

Giles ran his hand over his face and smiled, “Spike. And he’s my nephew.”

Buffy’s face paled as Spike came into full view, a full topless view.

Her eyes darted to and fro between the men and she remained speechless.

“Well this is a surprise in’it?” Spike said, a bright smile lighting his face when he saw her with his uncle.

She stood up and looked at Giles, “I am so sorry…I didn’t know he was…that you’re…”

“Sit down Buffy” Giles said in a ‘don’t disobey me but I love you’ tone. She did. “I’m not mad, a little shocked at first certainly. But what kind of da’ would I be if I didn’t notice how happy you were tonight?”

She gave him a shaky smile.

Spike pulled out a chair at the table and sat down with them. “So I take it old Rupes here adopted you?”

She gave him a tiny nod and a tinier smile, embarrassed beyond belief that Giles had had to see that.

“So you must be the wonderful Elizabeth he’s been writing to me about. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you formally.” He stuck out his hand and they shook. “M’names Spike.”

Both Buffy and Giles burst out laughing, his innocent statement relieving the awkward tension of the situation.

“What the bloody hell are you two laughing at?”

Giles smiled and looked at Buffy, “His name is William.”

Before Spike could retaliate Buffy turned and smiled at him, fully this time, “Nice to finally meet you William. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Spike decided right there that William didn’t sound so bad after all.

After all of them had talked together for about two hours, explaining how who knew who and what not, Buffy stood up and got ready to leave, giving Giles a quick kiss on the cheek. She turned to Spike and smiled, “See you tomorrow.”

Both men stood up immediately and spat out “you’re not bloody well going home alone at this time.”

Buffy snorted, “Did you guys practice that or is it some sort of weird British…because it is ridiculously creepy.”

Giles laughed and Spike blushed while he grabbed his coat from behind the bar, “It’s a beautiful night, let me walk you home?”

She smiled as she waved bye to Giles, adding that she’d see him Sunday and she and Spike had almost made it out before Giles shot out, “Do you have your keys William? I’m not waiting up for nothing if you’re not going to come back.”

“Ya’ I got ‘em.” Spike answered, his blush deepening while Buffy just giggled nervously and with trepidation, the cocky attitude on the dance floor now gone, he took her tiny hand in his.


They walked in silence for the first few blocks; every now and then he’d pull her close and press a light kiss to her forehead. Then, ever so slowly the conversation started again.

“So did you just move here? You’re accent sounds pretty fresh.”

“Came down about two months ago to see about a girl, didn’t really work out but I figured I liked it here, and my uncle offered me a place to stay ‘till I could find somewhere that I liked.”

“Your uncle’s a wonderful man. Treats me like the daughter he never had.”

Spike stopped her and turned her to face him, “You ARE the daughter he’s never had Buffy. For years I’ve been hearing about Elizabeth this, Elizabeth that…He is so proud of you and the work you do, have to say, I admire it too.”

“You read my books?”

“Every single one, couldn’t put them down. Working on something new yet? S’been a while since your last publication.”

She bit her lip and thought for a second whether or not to share, then decided it couldn’t hurt.

“I am, but I’m having a lot of trouble with the final chapter of this one. Don’t know what kind of ending to give my characters.”

Without a pause Spike replied, “A happy one.”

She smirked, “You don’t even know them yet.”

“No, but doesn’t everybody deserve one?”

“Of course, but not everybody gets one.”

“So give the readers who never got theirs through them.”

“You make it sound so easy” she laughed and Spike couldn’t help but hear the tinge of bitterness that it rang with.

He pulled her into his arms and made sure she was looking at him.

“It is” he whispered.

“It’s pretend.” She sighed in reply.

“If you believe in something hard enough it stops being fake and becomes tangible enough to be real.”

“So if I hit my feet together really hard will I get sent back to aunty Em’s farm?” she shot back sarcastically.

“I didn’t mean to offend you kitten.”

Buffy ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, “I know…I know. I’m sorry okay? But I’ve known you for like what, 20 seconds and your trying to charm yourself into my bed and I just didn’t expect that from someone related to Giles, and I didn’t expect any of this to happen tonight.”

“First off, I’m not trying to get in your pants.”, she raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t love a go, you look like a fucken’ wildcat, but that’s not why I’m talking to you or trying to get you to believe in happy endings.”

“So why the big talk then?”

“Because you need to believe in them or they’ll stop looking for you.”

“You really believe that shit don’t you?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I have to.”

Buffy smiled, “I think I like you.”

“I know I like you.”

“I think you might be getting lucky tonight.”

“I know I’m getting lucky tonight.”

She laughed and then her expression turned serious, “I’m not…I don’t usually do this.”

“I know. And you don’t have to, either way I’m still taking you out tomorrow night.”

She pulled on his hand to indicate they where at her place and looked at him with a bright smile. “I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“It’s your bloody birthday? How old are you?”

“25.”

“And you’re spending it with me?”

“Well technically it’s over” she said, giving her watch a glance, “but yeah.”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“I honestly don’t know…for tonight, for listening to me, for taking such good care of my uncle…for saying you’ll see me tomorrow; for knowing the word effulgent” he added with a chuckle.

“Uncommonly used words are sexy, that’s why I know so many, there my pick up lines.”

She unlocked her door and pulled him in, “I know this is gonna’ sound strange, but would you mind making yourself comfortable while I grabbed a shower?”

“Can I make myself comfortable in your room?”

“I don’t see why not, but if you do anything kinky, like tie yourself up while I’m in there, I’m telling your uncle.”

“It’s a deal, and if you do anything kinky tonight, like try to stab me or something, I’ve got the same collateral.”

She arched a brow and led him to her bedroom, flicking on the light switch she had to smile when he threw himself onto her bed right away.

“I should be out in 15 minutes….and Spike?”

“Ya kitten?”

“there’s nothing wrong with a little blood play.”

She walked away, just knowing there would be a shocked expression on his face and suppressed a giggle, knowing he would try to figure out if she was being serious. Well, time would tell if this one stuck around.

She was past the point of caring that she was about to sleep with a guy she’d only known for half a night. She’d dated Riley for two years and Angel for three and it turned out she didn’t know them at all, so either tonight would end and she’d never see him again, sparing herself the drama of finding out someone she cared for was hurting her the whole time by cheating, or maybe, just maybe, he’d prove her wrong. That and she needed an orgasm more then she needed air right now.

“Darkness will always have its appeal, simply because I can’t see myself”

Spike whistled as he read that, a small frown marring his face, did she really believe that? It was a home made banner hanging over her bed so he had to believe she at least considered it, and it broke his heart. What could happen to someone so young that was so bad she couldn’t face herself?

He made a small grunt and a big decision, there was no way in hell he was bedding her tonight, it would feel great, sure, but in the end he knew she would look at herself differently because of it and what kind of man would he be able to call himself after that?

A small noise had him turning around and when he did his breath caught in his throat. Wet, glistening, NAKED Buffy…he hated his decision immediately and couldn’t help blurting out “I can’t sleep with you”

Buffy’s eyebrow arched and she laughed, simply shrugging her shoulders and going to her dresser to pull out some clothes for bed.

“Are you mad?” he asked almost shyly.

“Should I be?” she asked turning to face him, “Or am I right in the assumption that you’re trying to get me to believe in happy endings by being my prince charming?”

He blushed at that and ran a shaky hand through his bleached hair, “M’not saying I’m a bloody prince charming, but I don’t have to be the male equivalent of the evil step-mum, no do I?”

She smiled and threw him a pair of sweat pants, “Are you just not fucking me, or are you leaving too?”

He shimmied out of his jeans and they dressed for bed, Buffy not missing his impressive body and before he could notice, she tucked the shirt she had been about to offer him back into the dresser.

“Ready for bed?” she asked with a fake yawn.

He leered at her, head tilted to the side and she couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan.

“I said I wasn’t going to sleep with you, never said I wasn’t going to make you scream my name.”

And just like that she was in his arms, her hands clawing at his exposed back eliciting small growls from him as he attacked her neck with a strange mix of fierce and gentle. Fierce bites, gentle licks to ease some of the pain that was bringing her so much pleasure.

The hands at her waist led her to her bed where she was gently but firmly pushed down to lie across the mattress. His lips found their way from her neck to her barely covered breasts and his hands grabbed her ass, pulling her into his obvious erection. She almost screamed at the contact, having missed these sensations for years.

“I almost forgot” she gasped out.

“Forgot what kitten?” he growled out from around the nipple he was currently lavishing.

“What this felt like…”

Then his eyes were level with hers, his hands pinning hers above the bed as he thrust gently,

“You have NEVER felt this Buffy, this is me and this is you, nobody else, no other memories should be floating around, we’re making memories, you and me.”

“Fuck yes, nobody else” she conceded with a moan, Spike’s almost feral attitude about these sensations driving her crazy.

“Again” he demanded, his body shifting lower so his mouth was at her clit, hands dragging the offending pants away.

“Nobody else”

At that his lips attacked her, sucking her clit into his mouth while two fingers plunged into her. Buffy writhed under his almost frenzied attack on her pussy, legs coming up to rest on his shoulders, spurring him on.

“You…taste..so..good” he managed to choke out between his ministrations, his own hips thrusting lightly into the mattress.

She opened her eyes and saw him staring up at her, all the while never stopping his pumping fingers and nipping mouth.

“You’re the first one to do this” she moaned and arched her back, her body slowly beginning to tense.

She saw his eyes close at that,

“So tight Buffy, almost a fucken’ virgin….thank you for giving me this..”

She could almost cry at the worship and awe in his eyes when he looked at her again.

Spike smiled into her pussy, feeling her muscles begin to clench and sucked her clit into his mouth roughly, adding another furious finger to pump into her and she came undone.
Her legs squeezed him almost unbearably, almost, and when her come hit his fingers he took them out and lapped at her instead, making her cry out and just when she thought she was finished, the fingers were back inside her and he bit down on her clit, hard and gentle yet again, a mix she was beginning to think only he could pull off, and there she went again. His free hand snuck to his cock, needing to stroke himself, needing to ease the painful erection he had but not wanting to remove his mouth from her delectable pussy, not wanting to stop those sounds he was dragging out of her almost savagely.

But Buffy had other ideas as she forced his mouth away from her and moved him so that it was him on his back. Grabbing his erection she began to pump him to a rhythm it seemed they could both hear and when his back arched off the bed she took him into her mouth and he came undone.

Mumbling almost incoherently he tangled his fingers into her hair, desperately trying to control himself but she would have none of it, only increasing her pace with every guttural moan she drew from him. Her eyes bored into his half closed ones, a small smile playing on the lips that were currently dead set on making him blow. She felt it when he tensed, felt it when he tried to pull away, heard him gasp out the warning but she wanted it to badly, needed to taste him too and so she continued and when her tiny hand came out to cup and lightly squeeze his balls she got what she wanted, stream after stream of it.

Spike didn’t even register when she came back up the bed to lie beside him but moments later, when he’d calmed down, he looked into her now almost shy eyes.


“Fuck Buffy, you’re incredible.”

She ducked her head at the compliment and his hand cupped her face, making her look at his again.

“I mean it kitten, fucken’ incredible…I’ve never been with someone like you. You’re eyes, your mouth, your sassy little comebacks…the way you taste”

He moaned at the memory and Buffy was astonished to look down and see him growing hard again.

“The things I’m gonna’ do to you Buffy…”

She shivered at the promise and smiled up at him.

“So it wasn’t bad?”

“Are you off your rocker?” He sat up and pulled her close to him so that she was nestled against his side while he played with her now tussled hair.

“Sweetest girl I’ve ever tasted. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
He gasped when her hand circled his cock again, “Most insatiable woman ever.” He said with a small laugh then plunged a finger into her sopping pussy and added with a growl, “That doesn’t know when she’s playing with fire.”

Buffy woke up slowly, one eye peeking open before the other lazily followed suit and her breath caught in her throat when her eyes met his.

He was still there, looking at her with so much want and devotion…

“You didn’t leave.” She mumbled out.

He tensed a bit, “Did you want me to pet?”

She was vaguely aware that his hand was running up and down her arm in soothing patterns.

“No.” she admitted.

He smiled, “Good, there was nowhere else I wanted to be this morning.”

She snuggled into his chest so that he was spooning her and sighed contentedly.

“Can we pretend for awhile Spike?”

She couldn’t see his frown, “Pretend what kitten?”, his arm tightened it’s hold around her.

“Can we pretend that this is real?”

“It is real, no pretenses.”

“There are always pretenses.”

His frown deepened. “Not with me.”

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

He turned her around to face him and when she wouldn’t look into his eyes he made her.

“You look at me Summers and look at me well, I am not whoever hurt you, I will do my best to never hurt you and if I do hurt you I can swear on my soul that I will find a way to make it up to you.”

“Why? You don’t know me.”

He smiled, “I know enough. Been hearing about you for years through my uncle. I know what you taste like, I know that when you kiss me it feels like my chest is hurting from wanting you so bad, I know that you’re smart and beautiful…”

“But you don’t know me, not really.”
“I know enough to know that I want to know you, want to know all about you.”

She smiled, “You really are trying to get me to believe in fairy tales aren’t you?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m trying to get you to believe in me…did I mention I know what you taste like?” he added with a smirk.

Buffy gasped, “You can’t be serious, it’s like 8:00 in the morning.”

With a shrug of his shoulders he smiled and slid down her body, “I’m hungry, what can I say? Always been a breakfast man” and just like that his tongue was lapping at her and Buffy had to fight to keep her eyes on him but was rewarded by what a fantastic sight he was.

Blue eyes on hers, a smile smirk somehow still on his face while he used his tongue and fingers to fuck her…no, not fuck she realized. She didn’t really know what to call it but she knew this man didn’t just fuck.

His hands snuck underneath her and grabbed her ass, bringing her closer to his face. God she was so beautiful and then she was tugging at his arms, dragging him back up her body.

When he felt her tiny hand grab his dick he groaned, when he felt her move it to her dripping pussy he looked at her, breaking the heated kiss they’d been sharing.

“Told you I’m not gonna’ sleep with you kitten.” He whispered, not wanting his words to hurt her.

Did she just snarl, “Then don’t” and just like that he was deep inside her, her arching her back to get him deeper.

He squeezed his eyes shut and pinned her hands over her head.

“Don’t” he managed to choke out, her heat scorching him. It took every bit of power he had not to just thrust his hips forward, all it would take was one jerk and he’d be completely surrounded by her.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her, pressed a kiss to her nose.

“Don’t cheapen this please” he begged.

“I need more” she almost cried.

“Just had to ask kitten” he said huskily and moved himself so that he was sitting against the headboard and she was straddling him backwards, his cock straining between her spread legs.

He bit down on her neck and growled, “Use it” as he slid two fingers into her pussy and one hand came up to play with her breast, pulling and tugging at the nipple.

She began to move slowly at first, with every down movement her clit would hit his erection and soon her movements became frantic, his verbal assault dirtier.

“Fuck yeah kitten, can feel how tight and wet you are for me...that’s it luv’, ride my fingers, use me…”

Buffy bit her lip and leaned her head back onto his shoulder, exposing more of her neck for him to bite and lick at. His hand switched which breast he was playing with, moving onto the next, all gentleness gone.

The next thing she knew her arms were pinned behind her back and she whimpered and when she saw his hand grip his cock and start to stroke it she almost came right there, almost.

Her movements became more desperate and she didn’t even know what she needed to do right now but he did, thank god he did.

With every stroke he would use his dick to tap against her clit and the feelings were sensational but she needed his fingers back inside her, needed her muscles to clamp down on something for her to be able to cum. And again he knew.

“I’m gonna’ let your hands go kitten, but you need to be a good girl and keep them behind you ya?”

“Fuck yes Spike, anything you want…”

A bite to her neck and a languid lick up to her ear, “Good girl” he purred and then his fingers were in her and she was cuming so hard and so fast that she could barely even register what was happening.

She could feel him shaking underneath her, could feel that he too needed his release and brought her hands forward, with a smile she realized he wasn’t chastising her for breaking the “rules”.

She spun around so that she was facing him while she straddled him and smiled at the force he was using to grip her ass.

“Use it” she growled out and his eyes flew open, his tongue curling behind his teeth.

“Make me”

She smiled, not a problem.

She grabbed his cock and pressed it against her, not displeased when she heard the strangled moan tear from his lips, her hands finding a fast rhythm to stroke him too, all the while rubbing her pussy against him, covering him in her cum.

It was when she leaned forward to bite his neck that she positioned herself just a little bit higher, angled herself just a little bit differently so that with the next stroke she gave the tip of his dick entered her at the same time that she bit down and they both screamed out their pleasure.

Spike’s mouth was ravishing hers, his grunts only growing louder, his movements only getting jerkier as she slid down the length of his dick, more for the need to rest than to tease. She didn’t know how long they sat like that but after awhile she looked into his eyes and smiled, noticing his hips where still slightly jerking.

“Didn’t play fair kitten” Spike managed to gasp out after a moment, using a hand to brush some hair out of her face.

She smiled, “You didn’t want to have sex with me, cumming in me is something completely different.”

He growled and thrust up into her roughly, causing her to moan.

“I’m a man, not a saint Buffy, there’s no going back from this”

“Good”

Fuck, she was going to kill him.

Buffy hummed to herself while she applied her lip gloss, tonight she was going to wine and dine with Spike. He’d told her to wear something a little risky, that tonight was going to be them hitting the ‘punk scene’. Buffy had laughed and he’d smiled. He knew she couldn’t picture him punked out, but then, he couldn’t wait to see what her version of it was.

She’d added some red streaks (not of the permanent) to her hair and straightened it, added a multitude of eye shadow (green, blue and yellow) and went heavy with the black, smoky eyeliner. To complete her new look she’d donned her previously unworn leather pants with a pre ripped tank top. Add a thick chain necklace and a ring for every finger and she was ready.

She smiled, ‘that oughta’ do it’ she thought, feeling just a little anxious about what Spike would think.

She sat down on the couch in the living room after pouring herself a glass of wine, all the while her thoughts running rampant.

Where does the name Spike come from, why does he dislike being called William?
How can somebody in today’s world be so optimistic, why does he have to go and try to prove me wrong about men? Is it just me he wants to prove wrong or every girl…in which case that would only prove me right…
Where did he learn to do that thing with his tongue?

The bell sounded, shaking her out of her musings and she jumped up, surprised but happy to notice how excited she actually was.

When she opened the door the first thing she had to do was tell herself to play it cool, this man was sex on legs, very muscular legs…legs that were encased in too tight too hot too black jeans.

“Evening m’lady, you look fantastic.” And god did she, all he wanted to do was rip that leather of her body but he decided that half the fun was in the wanting and chose to do the gentlemanly thing instead by forcing her against the wall in a mind numbing hands groping kiss.

When he finally broke away they were both panting and flushed.

“You look hot” Buffy spat out and he laughed, leaning his forehead on hers.

“Not half as much as you do kitten, God, you’re gonna’ kill me luv’.”

“Two pet names in one sentence, I still got it.” She said with a smirk and strutted out, hips swaying.

“So where we off to tonight Spike?”

“Ever hear of a club called Rebel Yell?”

She nodded, “The one about 45 minutes out of Sunny D?”

“That’s the one, I told a friend I’d do him a favor, do you mind watching me work for a bit pet?”

“Nope, what are you going to do?”

“You’ll see” was the only answer she got as they got into his car and took off into the night.


When they got there Buffy smiled as Spike took her hand and led her to the entrance, only to be stopped by a fairly good looking black man.

“Sorry, VIP’s tonight only”

Spike smiled, god, Gunn could be an ass.

“That right mate?”

The bouncer nodded and Spike took Buffy by the hand and twirled her, earning a whistle from the black man.

“That VIP enough for you?”

Buffy was beyond embarrassed until the black man grabbed Spike in a manly bear hug and the males broke out laughing.

“Buffy, this is Charles, he prefers to be called Gunn, s’his last name, not something dangerous like he’d have you believe.”

Gunn smiled at Buffy and they shook hands, “Pleasure to meet you Buffy. All ready for the show tonight?”

Buffy smiled, “Nice to meet you too…what show?”

Gunn was about to respond when Spike patted him on the back and started to walk Buffy into the club, “Ah ah, that’s my little secret friend” he said, throwing the laughing Gunn a wink. He wondered if Buffy even knew what ‘her’ Spike was capable of when he put his mind to it.

Spike’s hand caressed the small of her back as he walked her to the bar and they ordered drinks.

When Spike saw Lorne approaching he smiled genuinely, Lorne was a fantastic friend and he was hoping to get the man’s opinion on Buffy. He'd met Lorne and Gunn on a vacation he'd taken to LA a few years back, it was actually what had started his transformation into Spike. They'd all stayed in touch over the years, both men coming down to England once in a blue moon to visit.

“Well look at you little turtle doves” came the sing song voice and Buffy looked up and smiled immediately.

The man was flamboyant, she’d give him that. A neon orange suit with a deep blue dress shirt and bright green eyes.

She stuck out her hand, “Hi, I’m Buffy, a new friend of Spike’s.”

The man took her hand and kissed it, “My friends call me Lorne, so you should too sweet pea.”

Turning to Spike he added, “She’s a doll, doll face.”

“Don’t I know it” Spike agreed.

Lorne’s attention was back on Buffy, “So tell me pudding pop, how’d you meet my William?”

“I’m a friend of his uncle Rupert’s. I ran into him at the Bronze one night, he was looking for a word to use for something he was writing, I said effulgent, next thing I knew I had a willing slave.”

Spike saw the wink she gave both men and laughed, wrapping his arm around her he added.

“Got me a spitfire I did.”, a proud smile on his face.

Lorne giggled, actually giggled, which in turn made Buffy giggle. Lorne looked at his watch, “I’ll keep the lady company, you go get ready.”

Buffy nodded her ‘okay’ to Spike and with a quick, ALMOST chaste kiss he was off and she was left alone with the over zealous man.

“So princess, who did it?”

She cocked her head, “Excuse me?”

“Who put all that big pain in your big heart?”

Buffy gasped, “I uh….”

“Too forward? You’ll have to forgive me, I’m too blunt for my own good.”

She smiled softly, “Is it that easy to tell?”

“Not unless you’re me, care to share?”

17 minutes later she was done and Lorne was almost crying, “You never deserved any of that, it’s a good thing you found Spike when you did.”

“Why’s that?”

“The path you were on was a rocky one.”

“And the path now?”

“Rocky but hopeful.”

She smiled and raised her glass to his, “To hope”

“To hope” he repeated and they toasted just as a voice came over the microphone.

Buffy had been having a heartfelt though enjoyable conversation with Lorne when she’d heard him. His sexy voice had floated right thru the mic and into her panties…wait, was that even possible she asked herself?

She looked at Lorne and he nodded with a smile, “you’re not hearing things rainbow brite, that’s our boy.”

She smiled and looked back to the blacked out stage. She couldn’t see a thing until the music started up and a light began pumping in time to the beat. She could see his silhouette, his back to the crowd, leg tapping along to the music.

He finally turned around and Buffy gasped. His usually slicked back hair was spiked out in every which way, his black jeans had been replaced with faded and torn light blue denims that fit impossibly well and he was donning a white and slightly torn wife beater.

Lorne grabbed her hand and pulled her to the front of the stage with him for a better look. Now Buffy could see the many gothic silver rings that adorned his fingers, the spiked cuff on his right wrist and the heavy silver necklace with a large cross dangling from his neck. And was he wearing eyeliner? Yes, he was! And he looked absofuckenlutely eatable.

Lorne yelled into her ear over the music, “It’s Rebel Yells 5th anniversary, thought this would be appropriate for a celebration. Then Spike, Billy tonight she thought with a smirk, began to sing and she almost swooned. Then she started screaming and jumping around with the crowd, fuck, he had presence.

Her hips began swaying and she looked up to watch him in action.

Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumping cross my floor
She said "Come on baby I got a licence for love
And if it expires pray help from above"

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

His eyes never left her, they didn’t even flicker to anyone else in the crowd no matter where he danced around on stage. It made her shiver.

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because

When she raised her arm to pump it in time to the chorus she saw him throw her a wink and a smirk and she added a little more sway to her hips. God he was fantastic. Buffy only tore her eyes away when Lorne nudged her.

“An Idol fan are you? Or a Spike fan?”
Buffy giggled, “I’m a both fan…he’s incredible.”

“That’s an understatement…he’s got a big surprise coming, a belated birthday gift of sorts.”

“The kind of birthday gift that means VIP’s only tonight?”

“You’re a clever girl miss Buffy.” Lorne said with a wink.

“And you’re a good friend to him.”

“To you too one day soon I hope my little linnet bird.”

“I can’t see how that’s not possible.”

They both shared one more smile before returning their eyes to the stage.


In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair.

I walked the world with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you babe
For money to burn with you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Just, just, justa, justa to have you here by me
Because

In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried "more, more, more"
More, more, more.

Oh yeah little angel
she want more
More, more, more, more, more.

Oh yeah little angel
she want more
More, more, more, more.

The crowd went ape shit crazy, whooping and cat calls, whistles and lung tearing screams whipped about the room in a frenzy.

Still his eyes stayed on hers.

“Thank you, it’s gonna’ be a good night, yeah?”

More screaming, Spike laughed when someone screamed out an “I love you”.

“Next one I’m gonna’ sing is called Loveless, any of you know it?”

A few ‘ya’s’ went around and Spike grinned, “Don’t worry, you’ll love it.” The music began to play in the background, “Reminds me of a tough cookie I met.” Spike shot her a wink and she smiled. She loved this song and took the words to heart. It helped her get over some of the pain she’d been feeling after she’d dated all those assholes. If she believed those words everything was okay, SHE was okay…


Well I know she's waiting for me
Yeah
Outside of society
I know she's sailing for me
Ooo baby
Ran out of society
Yeah dance with me

I said heal me
Hear me
I gotta confess
I'm one of the love love loveless

I know you're hungry for me
Love me
Outside of society yeah
I know you're hungry for me
Believe me baby
Out of rhyme and subtlety

I said heal me
Hear me
I gotta confess
That I'm one of the love love loveless

Yeah hopelessly we look
Into the barrel of a gun
We gotta pull ourselves together
And make a plan
Woah yeah
No control mama
One of the loveless baby
Rockin' tonight

Drunk n' stupid n' naked
Love me
Outside of society
Oooo rancid singin' lonely
Believe me baby
Drunken on sobriety

I said well heal me
Hear me
I gotta confess
I'm one of the love love loveless
I said hear me
Hear me
I gotta confess

That I'm one of the love love loveless
Ah yeah
Love love loveless
No control mama
waiting to be swept away
In your cold black storm
No control







He shot her a kiss at the end but the band went right into the next one. She recognized it as Got to be a lover, a classic that she really enjoyed. All of a sudden the music stopped playing and Spike looked around confused before another voice drifted over the crowd.

“Looks like I got some competition yeah?”

Buffy squinted her eyes and tried to see the figure in the shadows of the stage, she could see Spike doing the same.

“A good friend of mine asked for a favor tonight and I couldn’t say no to him, I think you all know him as Lorne.” The crowd cheered at the managers’ name and Lorne gave a curtsy, chuckles rang out.

“So I’m told there’s a fan of mine that does me some real good justice and I just had to see for myself, Buffy’s face hurt from the huge smile that broke out when Billy Idol stepped out of the shadows and Spike looked as if he was going to faint.

Billy stretched out his hand and Spike took it, shaking it though still in shock.

“I also hear there’s a real special lady with him tonight, would a Mizz Buffy like to join us up here? We need some back up up here.”

Buffy’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest and when her eyes refocused she saw Spike’s outstretched hand and grabbed it, he hauled her to the stage and wrapped an arm around her, a mic mysteriously showing up in her hand.

“Well, look at her” Billy said, “Pleasure to meet you” he added and pressed a not so chaste kiss to her lips. Buffy had the suspicion that had it been anyone else Spike would have lost it but instead he turned to the crowd, “Guess I have good taste huh?”

Some people laughed, most of the males agreed, Buffy was beyond flattered right now.

“Spike, let an old man sing with you?”

Spike was practically awestruck but he managed to smirk and say “No fucken way, but I’ll sing with BILLY FUCKEN’ IDOL”

The music started up and there they went, Spike and Buffy losing all their inhibitions along the way, you couldn’t afford to be nervous around Billy Idol!


Have I told you
Lately that I love you
If I din't, darlin',
You see, I'm so sorry
Didn't I reach out
And hold you
In these lovin' arms
Well, if I didn't, oh baby.
Well, I'm so sorry


Buffy was in hot guy heaven, the men had her in between them while they did some sort of pelvis thrust on either side, was she dead? Was this what heaven was?


When I realized that you need love too,
Gonna spend my life makin' love to you.
Got to be a lover.
Have mercy.
Forgot to be a lover, babe. (Have mercy)
Forgot to be a lover. (Have mercy)
Forgot to be a lover.
Make it on through to you somehow. (Have mercy, baby)
Got to be a lover, babe. (Forgot to be a lover)
Woo! Woo!

Well, did I ask you,
Yes, would you come and share,
Oh, share,
Oh, the burden and the task
That's at love's command
Didn't I say
All those lovin' special things
That you long to hear
To show how much I care

Well, when I realize
That you need love too,
Gonna spend my life
Makin' love to you
Forgot to be a lover,
Have mercy

Well, well I worked all day
Hard as I can
Worked all night, didn't make me a man.
(Forgot to be a lover)
Have mercy, Oo,

When I realized
That you need love too,
Gonna spend my life
Makin' love to you. (Forgot to be a lover)
Got to be a lover, babe.
Oo, mercy. (Have mercy)
Have mercy, baby. (Have mercy, baby)

I'm gonna make it on through
To you somehow,
So have mercy. (Have mercy, have mercy, baby)

Have I told you,
Yes, lately that I love you
If I didn't, oh baby,
Yes, I'm so sorry.
Ah, but you know I really love you, baby.(Love you baby)
I really love you baby (Love you baby)
I really need you baby (Need you baby)
I really want you baby (Want you baby)

When I realized,
That you need love too,
I'm gonna spend my life
Makin' love,
Makin' love,
Makin' love to you
Well, I worked all day
As hard as I can,
Worked all night,
It didn't make me a man, babe.
(Forgot to be a lover) (Have mercy)
Oo, have mercy baby (Have mercy)
Have mercy baby (Have mercy)
Oo, have mercy baby (Have mercy baby)
Oo, make it through.

Well, when I realized that you need love too,
I'm gonna spend my life,
Gotta spend my life makin' love to you.


When the song finished all three went backstage and talked awhile, the applause still rampant. Billy Idol actually gave Spike and her his phone number, claiming that any friend of Lorne’s was a friend of his, adding that if Spike was ever interested, he’d be happy to have him on one of his tours.

Still a little awestruck Billy left them to go do a few more songs. Buffy eyed Spike and smiled,

“That was incredible, YOU were incre…” before she could finish she was pinned against the wall, his knee between her legs, his mouth attacking hers.

Did he just growl? Yes he did she realized, and couldn’t wait to hear the sound again.

She came to her senses enough to reciprocate and grabbed his muscular ass to her, grinding into him.

Tonight was definitely going to be a night to remember.

They managed to pull themselves out of their lust induced make-out session when Lorne tapped them on the shoulder.

“You crazy kids and your crazy hormones” he said teasingly. “Ah to be young.”

Buffy giggled and Spike gave Lorne the evil eye.

Lorne just waved his hand in the air, “Don’t be angry pudding pop, let’s go to a booth and catch up shall we?”

Spike shook his head and smiled, “Cockblocker”

Lorne chuckled, “I’ve never blocked a cock in my lifetime studdles, now follow me”

The rest of the night was spent in hysterics and before they left Buffy and Lorne had made a date for 3 weeks from now to do some LA shopping together.

By the time Spike had gotten Buffy home it was well passed 4 in the morning and they sat in his black Desoto just talking and joking.

“I can’t believe I got kissed by Billy Idol” Buffy squealed.

“I’m jealous” Spike said with a smile.

“Of Billy…or of me?”

“Can’t it be both?” he answered with a wink.

She laughed and then took his hand in hers, “Thank you for everything Spike…these past two days have been…well, very special to me.”

“Me too kitten…does that mean I can see you again?”

She nodded her head, “A world of yes.”

“C’mere” he growled out and she leaned in, welcoming his kiss.

Things soon got out of hand though as his hand found its way down her pants and she felt like she was a sixteen year old high school girl again.

“Fuck Spike…so good”

“You’re so fucken’ hot Buffy, so tight…need you to come for me princess” he ground out and began to rub her clit in earnest.

It didn’t take long for her to do as he asked and he couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that appeared on his face.

She finally opened her eyes to look at him and smiled, “You’re a very talented man.”

“Is that so kitten?” he asked with a purr.

She nodded her head vigorously and reached for the door handle, “Oh ya, I mean you sing so well”

He growled and she laughed while darting out of the car and slamming the door behind her, knowing he would chase…he didn’t disappoint.

He reached her just as she pulled her keys from her purse and none to gently pushed her up against the door, his back pressing against hers.

“Is that all I’m good at?” his voice was dangerously sexy and low.

“No”

He ground his erection into her as a hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing her neck as he bit down on it, causing her to shiver.

“What else?”

“Driving…you’re very careful.”

He tightened his grip in her hair and pushed a hand between Buffy and the door, finding her breast and kneading it relentlessly.

“Go on” he moaned into her ear and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned.

“You’re also good at…OH” she gasped out as his free hand managed to pull her pants down just past her ass.

“At what?”

“Unnn...”, his fingers where tracing her pussy, teasing and tickling but not dipping inside. She knew she should care that she was half exposed on her balcony but Spike was in front of her…it wasn’t like someone could REALLY see anything.

“At dancing…you move very well”

“Oh you have no idea kitten…”

At some point he must have freed his dick because Buffy almost came when she felt it push its way between her legs.

“I could do things to you that could make you scream and thrash and hurt so fucken’ good and you’d beg me to do it again.”

She was trying to rub herself on his length but the angle wouldn’t permit and his cock stayed where it was, a teasing pressure between her thighs.

“I could make your eyes roll back and make you see stars but not before you saw me on top of you, thrusting you into oblivion.”

His fingers pinched her clit and a high pitched moan tore from her lips as she began to grind against him hungrily.

“I could eat you all night and still want more when the sun came up, I could tie you down and spread you open and feast on you and never be full.”

“Fuck Spike…so good…please…” she begged.

His fingers stopped moving, “So good at what?” he whispered.

“Making me cum” she almost screamed out.

“Good girl” he growled as his fingers found their way back to her clit, “Open the door Buffy.”

She did as was told and they both stumbled inside, he closed the door behind him but never let her turn to face him, keeping her back held tightly against his chest as he walked them over to the couch and sat down, her on his lap, dick once again between her legs.

She leaned over and got her pants the rest of the way off, kicking her shoes off in the process but never trying to get away from his iron grip.

“Spread your legs wide for me Buffy” he muttered as one hand found her clit again and the other came around her neck, pulling her throat to him as he bit down on her tender flesh. The pressure was there but not too much and she found that she actually enjoyed being handled with his kind of roughness. It wasn’t too much but it still held an intoxicating air of danger.

“Don’t move now unless I tell you too, understood?”

She whimpered in acknowledgement and his tongue ran from her shoulder to her ear, which he then nipped softly.

“What do you want Buffy?”
“You” she hissed out when he used his free hand to tap his dick against her clit.

“You want to feel me inside you Buffy?”

“Yes” she almost cried and arched but the second she did the pressure on her neck increased.

“Tsk tsk, none of that now”

She couldn’t believe how wet this was getting her, not a single other man she’d ever been with had let her explore this part of her sexuality though she’d asked several times.

“Please Spike…”

“Please what baby?” he murmured and shifted so that his dick was positioned at her entrance.

“Please let me feel you.”

She almost sobbed when she felt the tip squeeze into her, her inner muscles already clenching.

“You were such a bad girl this morning Buffy, sliding your delectable pussy onto me without my permission.”

He added an inch and she bucked and again the pressure was on her neck,

“You test my patience little girl”

She whimpered and he moaned when he felt a flow of juices surround his head.

“Told you I wanted to wait to bed you and you would have none of it…you need to be punished.”

He eased another inch in and clenched his teeth, she was so fucken’ tight it was unbelievable.

A finger ran over her nipple with tenderness and she relaxed into his touch for a moment, enjoying the contradicting feelings of the gentle massage and the tight hold across her neck before his hand became fierce and he grabbed her breast almost painfully…almost. She bit down on her lip to stop herself from moving.

“Such a quick little learner” he whispered with pride. “Tell me you’re sorry for misbehaving.”

“I’m sorry Spike.” she said huskily.
“Hmmm…love the way you say my name Buffy.” He pushed into her some more, if she moved just a bit he would be sheathed in her completely and she couldn’t help but start to grind down…she cried out as he removed himself completely and turned her so she was sprawled across his lap.

“What the fuck Spike?” she cried out in frustration.

He didn’t answer, just brought his palm down on the smooth skin of her ass twice.

“No dessert if you can’t learn to listen Buffy.”

Another smack and she groaned, her ass lifting into the air a bit but he pushed it back down, causing her pussy to grind against his erection.

“No…” smack, “Moving”

She cried out, she was so close to release it was disgusting, just a few more slaps and she’d cum.

Spike was trying not to cum just at the sight of her flushed skin and the feel of her wetness slapping across his cock with every strike he gave her.

“you’re close Buffy, I can feel it…do you want to come?” he asked, his hand coming down a little bit harder, testing her.

“God Spike please….please let me.” She sobbed out.

“Come” he yelled as his hand came down harder than any of the previous times causing her to grind into his erection with enough friction on her clit to let her do as he had commanded. The second his hand connected with the flesh of her ass his other one pushed between her legs and pumped into her furiously.

Buffy screamed out as she came against his dick and her whole body trembled violently.

She didn’t know when Spike had pulled her up so that she was cradled in his arms and he was muttering sweet words into her ear.

“So sweet…my girl…so beautiful Buffy…”

She nuzzled his neck and yawned, “That was incredible William.”

“You’re incredible” he whispered back.

She looked at him through slitted eyes, “You can’t put off fucking me forever Spike.”

He chuckled and picked her up, carrying her up the stairs and into her bedroom where he stripped off the rest of her clothes and tucked her in.

Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead before he followed suit and climbed in next to her and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m never gonna’ just fuck you Buffy…I’ll do you bent over, on your back, in the shower, against a wall…but it will never be fucking.”

She snuggled in closer, more than half asleep already, “Gonna give me a happy ending.”, it wasn’t a question and Spike knew she was more dreaming than anything at this point but couldn’t help but answer, “Ya kitten, I’m gonna’ give you a happy ending.”

He fell asleep listening to her soft breathing, a small smile on his lips.

Buffy sat at her computer, typing away with an almost crazed look in her eyes, and that’s how Spike found her when he woke up. She was only a few feet away from him but in her mind’s eye she was in another realm altogether.

Spike sat up in bed silently, the sheet falling low on his naked waist and smiled. Not wanting to interrupt he simply contented himself with watching the play of emotions cross over her beautiful face. He loved knowing she FELT the characters and didn’t simply create them.

When he had come down to stay with his uncle he hadn’t thought he’d meet somebody so soon, but here he was, happier than he’d been in a long time. He loved that the human race had the capability to connect in an instant, a spark really, if they chose to let it happen. She had struggled, WAS struggling to let it happen he knew, just as he knew how hard all this was for her. But it wasn’t as though it was all that easy for him either, he’d been hurt, walked on, been loves bitch and would go through it all again for the right girl if need be. Watching her, fingers dancing across the keyboard, made his own hand wish for a pen and paper, but this was her moment and he felt lucky enough to share it, so he made no sound, no movement.

Buffy’s eyes were misting as she wrote, the end of the book coming to a close, and consequently a tremulous relationship to its climatic ending. James would die to save the world, THE WORLD, simply because SHE lived in it. The words were flying from her mind to her fingers and onto the screen. An amulet, hundreds of girls across the world made like her, her once confined power set free, and pain. Sarah’s pain was Buffy’s as she read the words on the screen.

“I love you.”
“No you don’t but thanks for saying it…NOW GO!” James eyes watched her as she headed for freedom and out of sight, but it was a freedom he had given her and she’d accepted it, embraced it even…she’d let him give her a gift and that was the biggest gift she could have given him. “I wanna’ see how this ends” he managed to say through the pain as he laughed out in sadness as he began to dust.

Buffy bit back a sob and Spike decided to get out of bed at that, arms wrapping around her from behind as he leaned down to nuzzle her cheek.

“What’s the matter kitten?”
“I killed him” she sniffled out.
Spike’s eyes flicked to the screen. “James.” He stated less than questioned.
She nodded, “I killed him because he loved her. What’s the matter with me?”
Spike looked back at the screen and read the last paragraph in its entirety, “Seems like a bloody fantastic ending to me kitten. Anyone who really loved someone would do the same.”
“But…”
“No buts kitten, s’a perfect ending. Tragically romantic.”
“You think tragic equates to romantic?”
“When it has too, yes, I do. Would it have been better for Sarah to die after all the good she’s done?”
“James was good too…trying to be at least, by the end of this book he had his soul back.”
“You made James Buffy, out of the two who was most likely to survive a loss like that and go on living? Who would be strong enough to keep the other one alive through their actions?”
She smiled a watery smile and looked into Spike’s eyes, “Sarah…I made the right choice, didn’t I?”
He smiled back, “Yes.” and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Besides, you could always bring him back in a sequel if you wanted to.”
She giggled and he kissed her again, “Hungry?”
“Starving” she admitted.
“Good, me too, let’s get dressed and go grab old Rupes’ for some breakfast.”
“Sure, let me print this first, Giles always reads my finished product before anyone else, I’ll print one for you too if you want.” she added shyly.
“Fuck, that would be amazing Buffy, I’ve been waiting months for this book”
“You really do read my work don’t you?”
He nodded, “I love your work, and it’s as brilliant as you are.”
She blushed, “Well, how about I meet you at the bar then, you can get some clean clothes on and grab some extra ones for the next time you stay over.”
“Hmmm and when may that be?”
“I was thinking tonight if you wanted, have a little get together with you and my friends to celebrate the end of this book…”
“Sounds fantastic. So I’ll see you at Rupes in about an hour?”
“Yup” she smiled and gave him a lingering kiss before shoving him out the door and running up the stairs and into the shower.




“Well well, look who’s gracing me with his presence today” Giles teased.
“Ya, well, had to see about a girl.”
“Isn’t that always the case?”
“I suppose it is Rupes” he answered with a smile. “Buffy’s gonna’ meet us in about 45 minutes for a breakfast outing, sound good?”
“It certainly does, so long as you don’t mind sharing your girl with me.”
Spike laughed, “Gotta’ say, I love the sound of that. She’s been hurt though, gotta’ go gently with this one.” Giles saw the faraway look on his nephew’s face and placed a pen and paper in front of him, earning a mumbled ‘thanks old man’, his hand scribbling furiously,

‘The first time you’re kissed the last time, can pierce you to the core
And leave you shaking
And sobbing
Locked alone behind closed doors
And the first time you feel your heart ache
Is a wonder in itself
Cuz’ if the heart is just a symbol
then how can it break?'
He looked it over and smiled, it was rusty, but he would work on it. Maybe he’d even try out a few chords on his guitar to put a rhythm to it. And then if he could find the guts to do so, he'd put a voice to it, and sing it for her. It somehow seemed more daunting, the idea of singing something for her and to her, instead of just singing borrowed lyrics from other artists. But if she was anything, it was worth it.

Buffy smiled at Giles over her pancakes, "So, when am i going to hear all about this new woman of yours?" she asked bluntly.
Giles coughed, nearly spraying her with his water but narrowly missing.

Spike laughed and Buffy giggled while the older man turned red.

"Well I...i think you would like her very much Buffy."

"That's good, you only deserve the best and i won't let you settle for less, you know that. So, when do i meet her?"

"Wait a tic, you got a lady friend old man?" Spike tried to interrupt but there was no coming between his uncle and his girl, god he loved the sound of that, and their catch up fest.

"I was hoping that if you and William -"
"Spike" Spike interjected.
"were free tonight you might join us for dinner?"

"That sounds perfect, dressy or casual?"

Giles smiled, "Dressy."

He had anticipated Buffy's squeal of delight but it had shocked Spike, who just looked wordlessly at his uncle, who mouthed 'shopping' to the younger man.

Spike looked over at Buffy and smiled, god she was adorable.

"I take it you need a new dress kitten?"

She nodded her head, "When Giles says dressy he means dress like you're meeting the queen, and that means i get to exercise my god given right as an American woman to break my bank by buying a ridiculously expensive dress that i'll hang in the closet and forget all about by the next day."

"Um, ok..."

Giles patted Spike on the shoulders, "You'll get used to it, don't worry."

Buffy just laughed and continued to eat and chat with Giles about this Jenny girl. She hadn’t expected a 30 minute lecture on the Romany tribe the woman had come from, or a 10 minute talk about the girls’ favorite perfume, but it was nice to see Giles so animated about something.

When breakfast was paid for and they were all standing outside the small diner Buffy said bye to the men, Spike had offered to go shopping with her but Giles had placed his hand on his nephews shoulders saying only “Trust me, don’t”. Buffy had laughed and told the men this was a ‘her and Willow thing’ anyway. Before she got into her car Giles wrapped his arms around her and whispered Le Queue Cheval, one of the most expensive restaurants in California, while Spike waved at her over Giles shoulders.

Buffy started her car and whistled, Le Queue Cheval…she needed a dress to kill for. She speed dialed Willow, “Wills? It’s me. I need a dress.”

“Occasion?”

“Le Queue Cheval”

“I’ll meet you in the food court in twenty minutes.”

“You’re the best Wills.” Buffy hung up with a smile; it was good to have a good friend, of the female variety, to depend on. And with Willows help, she was bound to pick the right dress to make Spike swoon.


The girls strolled through the rows and rows of dresses, picking up several to hand to the snooty sales girl when one caught their eye at the same time. A blood red, deep and rich looking, strapless gown that hugged the mannequins frame until 6 inches down the thigh, were it then flared just a little.

“Buffy…”
“I know Wills, I know.”

The sales girl rolled her eyes and took it off the mannequin, “This is the only one left, its two thousand dollars, I doubt it’s in your range miss.”

Willow laughed at the woman’s attitude as Buffy smirked and walked into the dressing room, “She makes 5 times that at a single convention when she’s been asked to speak to fans.”

The woman gasped, now interested, “Who is she?”

“My best friend and none of your business, I’ll be sure to tell the manager of you’re more than inappropriate assumptions and attitude.”

The girl blanched and walked away to help another customer and Buffy walked out in the red dress.

“Oh my goddess” Willow breathed, “Buffy that dress was made for you!”

Buffy smiled excitedly, “I’m not even going to try the others on, this is the one for me. Do you think Spike will like it?”
“Buffy, there’s not a single person who wouldn’t. It’s going to make him crazy.”

Buffy smiled, “Thanks. I’ll be out in a moment” she said and went to change back into her regular clothes. She needed to pick up a pair of shoes and a purse, and then she needed to get home to get ready, she wanted to look absolutely perfect tonight. Her and Spike’s first date had most definitely been fun and he’d gotten to see her more wild side and she his, but she was dying to show him she cleaned up rather nicely and had the sneaking suspicion that he did too.

She paused to look in the mirror before making her way to the cash. Her skin seemed different somehow, brighter and maybe it was her imagination but she was pretty sure that the small smile playing on her lips had been there since she’d met him.

“It’s not your imagination Buffy” Willow said and stepped next to Buffy. “There’s something different about you.”

“Was I speaking out loud Wills?”

The redhead smiled, “No, but I’ve known you for a long time, I know how you think.”

Buffy paid for the dress while Willow complained to the manager about Harmony Kendell, the woman who had been ‘helping’ them.

They hit the jewelry store next, an unexpected stop but Buffy’s eye had been caught by an elaborate Indian styled ruby necklace and matching earrings, she decided to go with a black clutch and heels to offset all the red, the end result: fantastic as voted by Willow and with no amount of modesty, herself.

By the time she was home and showered she had 45 minutes to get ready, so while she applied some smoky eyeliner and lip gloss and pulling her curled hair into a loose updo so that some of the curls framed her face she let her mind wander to the two manuscripts she’d left with Spike and Giles, wondering if either had had the time to start it.

With a quick look in the mirror she walked down the stairs when the bell rang, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Spike would have gulped if he could have even swallowed, she was a vision in red, his favorite color; now more than even fifteen seconds ago.

“Buffy, my god, you’re breathtaking.”

She blushed and smiled, astounded herself at just how deliciously improper he somehow managed to make the black tailored tuxedo look.

She laughed, “I feel like I’m going to prom or something” she admitted, and he smiled, “Guess that makes me the luckiest bloke at the dance” he said with a wink and handed her the lilies he had brought.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”
“They don’t even compare” he whispered but she’d caught it and leaned in to press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re sweet.”

“I’m honest” he corrected.

‘Oh my god, can girls really swoon?’ Buffy asked herself while she went to the kitchen to get a vase for the stunning bouquet of, how did he know, her favorite flowers. She reasoned that Giles could have told him but somehow knew that it wasn’t the case, somehow he had just known and to add another somehow, she wasn’t surprised.

She walked back into the front room as he offered his arm, “M’lady.”

She took it and giggled, “You look wonderful by the way, very handsome.”

“Just handsome?”

“Fine, very handsomely sexy.”

“S’ better. Shall we away?”

“Sometimes you speak like you’re very old, did you know that?”

He laughed, “I suppose it comes from all the old books I read, can’t complain though, makes me quite the catch”, he added a quick wink and she laughed again.

“Big ego.”

“Suits my big man parts.”

“Thank you for proving me right.”

“Thank you for being my date tonight” he said, all traces of joking gone.

“It’s my pleasure, really.” Buffy admitted and thanked him for opening the car door.

“We’ve only known each other for a week” he said out of nowhere, his voice thick with trepidation.

“And?” Buffy asked, stomach knotting in fear, ‘Here it comes’ she thought and felt the disappointment flood through her body, she was sure that he was going to tell her they couldn’t see each other after tonight.

His free hand reached for hers while the other steered the car, “And I like you very much.”

The breath she’d been holding came out in a whoosh, and he a worried eyebrow, “You ok?”

“Ya, I just thought…I thought you were going to say something else, it’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

His frown deepened, “I know it hasn’t been long enough for me to gain your trust Buff…”

“No” she interrupted, “It’s not that, I promise. You have my trust, I don’t know how but you do; it’s myself I don’t trust…not to screw this up I mean.”

He went to speak but she squeezed his hand, “Just lemme’ finish, ok?”

He nodded.

“I’ve gone down so many bad roads that I forgot that there could be good ones…good guys to travel them with. And this thing, whatever it is, with you has me terrified. I want to believe in happy endings, I really do, but I hate that life offers no guarantees when it comes to relationships. Like, why can’t I wake up one morning and just know that you’re the guy I’ll be with six months from now, or five years…you know?”

“I understand where you’re coming from, I do, but half the fun is in not having the guarantee, in fighting to make it a guarantee. What would you ever figure out in life if you never had to learn? Learn what was right for you, what wasn’t…your book for example, do you know what’s going to happen every step of the way or do you figure out some things as you write?”

“I write as I go, the ideas come to me.”

“Well, that’s how life goes too, nothing of importance can really be anticipated but when you find out what is important, you keep it with you as long as you can.”

“Remember when I told you that I think I like you?”
“I most certainly do, that was one of those important things that I told you about, to me at least” he said with a chuckle and threw her a smile which she returned.

“Well, I KNOW I like you” she said softly.

There was a brief but comfortable silence in the car as he chose the right words, “Well now, if that’s not something worth fighting for I don’t know what is.”

“Do you think you could love me?” she blurted out and felt the embarrassed heat flushing her cheeks, not believing she’d just said that to him and waiting for some sort of obnoxious remark, the kind she would have made if someone had asked her that after only a week.

“I certainly do Elizabeth.”

She chose not to open her mouth again, not trusting herself enough to not ruin the moment but noted that he didn’t ask her the same question but saw that the small smile playing on his lips seemed to be in no rush to disappear and she found herself happier than she had been in a long while.

In the very first book of her series, when Sarah had met James, she had written:

“And in that moment between the first second and the third, the moment that seems to stretch on past forever, she knew that she could love him given time. She didn’t know the hows or the whys of the situation, that was the mind’s job to figure out, but the hearts job was done.”

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked after a few moments of easy silence.

“I was thinking about my first book” she admitted.

“Any part in particular kitten?”

“When Sarah met James. What are you thinking about?”

“My life.”

“Any part in particular?” she asked teasingly, repeating his words.

“When William met Buffy.”

“Oh…”

“And that moment between the first second and the third.” he added quietly though loud enough for her to understand he’d wanted her to hear him quote her work, a small blush starting at his neck, she noticed.
She opened her mouth to ask him how he could remember but he beat her to it,

“I like to make note and remember everything that strikes me as powerful and when I read your first book that was the first time I’d seen in words what I believe. I think it only takes a moment, a single second for you to know you’ll love someone. Maybe it takes months for the act itself to happen, could be while you’re watching someone do the dishes, or while you’re looking them in the eyes or just watching a program while you’re laughing at the same parts and then there’s this big feeling of relief that floods you, because it’s finally happened, that love you knew could happen has, and it’s the best moment of your life because from the moment you’re heart has let you feel something, even just a crumb, to that moment of realization, the in between has been nothing but more time to listen to what you already essentially knew.”

Buffy squeezed his hand tightly and bit her lip, he knew what she’d been trying to say, understood it completely and it brought down the wall of fear she constantly surrounded herself by, “I think I could love you too William.”

He took a deep breath, “So I have my crumb?”

“You have your crumb” she answered with a watery smile, happy that he couldn’t really look at her right now, his eyes on the road. The moment was hanging heavily in the air, it was almost suffocating until he said “Well, I want the whole bloody cookie” and they laughed, thankful that he had diffused the serious mood of the ride.

“Well, you gotta’ wait ‘til it’s done baking, but then you can eat delicious cookie Buffy”

She groaned immediately after saying it and put her face in her hands, “Thought that’s what I’ve been doing?” he said with a smirk.

Spike smiled at the two women whose heads were practically pressed together at the table, it seems girls would be girls no matter the age.

Giles cleared his throat and the girls laughed before turning their attention back to the men.

“Jealous?” Jenny queried earning a smile from the man only she called Rupert anymore.

“Not at all, I was just curious as if to whether or not I could steal you for the next dance?”

Jenny blushed lightly, “But of course you may” she teased with a slightly off British accent, and with that Spike and Buffy were left to their own devices.

“I don’t suppose you would care to dance with me too?”

“Don’t be stupid, of course I want to dance, a woman doesn’t wear a red dress just to sit on her ass all night, come on”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the floor when a rich Latin tempo started and he tilted her head as if to ask her, ‘can you dance to this?’

She gave him a wink and then they were off, he was spinning her and dipping her as they glided over the dance floor, she’d never seemed so alive to him then in this moment.

She moved with a grace he would never have associated with someone who sat at home all day long typing for weeks on end and he loved it.

Buffy threw her head back and laughed, a scene from Dirty Dancing coming to mind as he spun her every which way before pulling her incredibly close and moving his hips to a rhythm she knew he had mastered in the bedroom.

“This is all very Patrick Swayze-ish” she giggled and he smiled, dipping her in the final beat of the dance.

He held her like that for a moment that seemed frozen for the two of them, her eyes sparkling with happiness, until the sounds of clapping infiltrated their closed off world, bringing them back to reality.

Buffy laughed and covered her mouth while Spike looked at everyone and said, “Nobody puts Baby in a corner”, the light laughter followed them back to the table where they noticed that their drinks had been refreshed, and where Jenny and Giles joined them a moment later.

“Buffy you looked incredible” Jenny gushed.

“I agree I didn’t know you could dance like that” Giles added with a proud smile.
“A girl needs to keep some mystery” Buffy joked before looking at Spike and adding, “The right partner makes a world of difference though.”

“That it does kitten, that it does.”

The silence was comfortable as they all began to eat the just delivered desserts of sorbet and coffee, every now and then one of them commenting on how good it was.

When the table was cleared and Giles had, much to Spikes chagrin, paid the bill, Spike suggested a walk on the beach which they all agreed to.

Before long the couples had parted, going their separate ways for the night, each wanting to enjoy the rest of such a wonderful evening alone.

“It’s a full moon tonight” Buffy pointed out and led Spike to a bench not far from the water.

“That it is” he answered softly and put his jacket over her shoulders before she got cold.

She smiled at him in thanks and then continued, “Even the man who is pure in heart, and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is pure and bright.”

“That’s different, where’s it from?” Spike asked.

“The Wolfman movie from 1941” Buffy admitted with a giggle, “I know it’s a lame movie but at the time it must have seemed so wonderful, and those lines always stayed with me, maybe because men can only pretend not to be animalistic for so long before their true nature comes out to play.”

He laughed, “Animalistic? It’s you birds who are the animals, all feline like, playing with your prey before you eat em’ up and spit them out.”

She could tell by his tone that he was joking and smiled, “Ya well…it takes one to know one.”

“You did not just go all elementary school on me.”

“Sure did” she laughed out and leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm tightening around her.

“I had a really good time tonight Buffy, I don’t want it to end.” He admitted and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

She sighed happily, “So why let it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I mean it obviously has to end when the sun comes up, but if we stay up until then at least we can say we made the most of it.”

“You want to go all college and pull an all-nighter?” he asked amused.

She playfully smacked him on the arm, “Stop using school metaphors, and yes, that’s what I’m suggesting.”

“What do you want to do then, cuz’ I’m game for that.”

She furrowed her brow in concentration before sulking-ly admitting she didn’t know, that the choice was his.

“I’m sure I can figure something out” he said with a devilish gleam in his eyes and an angelic smile on his face before softly capturing her lips in a searing kiss that left them breathless when they pulled away for air.

When he looked at her swollen lips and tousled hair he couldn’t help but reach out to tuck a loose lock behind her ear and looking into her eyes said, “I’m going to love you so bloody much Buffy” before kissing her breathless one more time.

Buffy, completely un-mindful to the fact that they were still in public practically threw herself on top of him while managing not to break the kiss. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his erection through their clothes as her hands desperately held onto his shoulders. His own hands had found their way to the back of her neck, keeping her as close as possible, and her waist where he was squeezing her gently.

A group of younger passerby’s could be heard laughing at the display and Buffy pulled away with a sheepish smile.

“My place?”

He nodded and scooped her up, spinning her once while she giggled before putting her back down once they had reached the nearby car.

Spike sucked in a breath when he looked at her smiling face and felt his heart pounding, this woman was going to be the last one for him, of that he was sure.

They didn’t so much as make it to the house as they made it to his car and a secluded street to pull over on.

Buffy was currently astride him and riding him into oblivion while his hand was roughly tangled in her hair.

“Fuck ya baby, that’s it, so tight kitten, so fucken’ perfect” he growled into her breasts before latching onto a nipple that had only half escaped the silky confines of her bra. He smiled while he suckled it, feeling her pussy clench around him with every pull of his mouth.

“Fuck Spike, don’t stop” she half sobbed out.

“I won’t if you won’t” he managed to rasp out, his free hand coming to pull the bra off her other breast as much as he could considering the lack of mobility they had in the back of his car. He briefly noted that the windows were fogged up and couldn’t help but feel a little like a randy teenager, which is probably what inspired his next comment.

“Go steady with me”

The small giggle she gave was answered with a harsh bite to the soft skin of her breast but she arched her back and moaned into the pain, enjoying it as much as he enjoyed doling it out.

“Golly Spike, I don’t know. I’ve never been pinned before” she added and he smirked, removing his mouth from her aching nipples to run his tongue along her collarbone and up her neck.

Their pace had no logic and he loved every moment of it, this was pure and raw fucking and the goddess on top of him was made for carnal sins. He groaned as his hands traveled to her ass, digging his fingers in.

“Go steady with me” he repeated and used his hands to force her back heavily and deeply onto his cock.

“Fuck yes” she screamed out.

“Yes what Buffy?” he asked, repeating his earlier move.

“Yours” she moaned out and he groaned, eyes tightly closed he sought out her lips for a passion filled kiss.

“Say it again” he demanded.

“I’m yours Spike” she managed out between gasps and he wiped the slightly damp hair that had fallen in front of her face away.
“Look at me” he urged when he noticed her eyes were closed. When she opened them she smiled down at him.

“Fuck the norm Buffy, I’m yours, I fucken’ love you so much it aches” he blurted out and her cheeks reddened in a deep blush.

Before she could answer and her movements began to slow he gripped her ass again, keeping the pace deliciously hard and erratic, “I mean it kitten, fuck it, fuck the waiting, you’ve created a whole world, I’m just asking you to create a moment in which you believe the words I’m saying to you.” He looked down at her pussy, eagerly taking his cock in with every bounce, “This is real, this is as real as it gets” he whispered. “Can you feel me?” he pleaded, as if her answer would make or break him.

“I feel you” she answered with a moan when he twisted his hips.

“Do you believe me?”

“Yes” she answered without hesitation.

His mouth found the pulse point in her neck and clamped down on it greedily, “Mine” he growled out.

“Yours” she agreed, lost in the moment of allowing herself to feel rather than think, and in this moment she was loved. In this moment she was free of the heartache that was a constant shadow wherever she walked, in this moment she truly felt as though she had breathed her creation James into life and she laughed. It was as if everything she’d ever dreamed of was beneath her, whispering words of love, words she didn’t doubt. In that moment she let logic go.

“Fuck I love you too Spike” she gasped out and looked into his eyes only to see them narrowed.

“Don’t play with me Buffy, wouldn’t be fair”

He felt her muscles tighten around him and his fingers found her needy clit. She fought with everything she was not to close her eyes and throw her head back; he needed this as much as she did. To live in the moment, to say “fuck you” to logic, to embrace the feelings they had for each other instead of fighting them because society had different ideas about what love was.

But love was knowing you were safe while drowning in someone’s eyes, it was realizing that you had never lived a day until you’d lived a single second with ‘them’…it was understanding that the character you had dreamed up wasn’t just a character but a man… ‘a man currently situated between your legs’ Buffy reminded herself and reality came rushing back.

“I’m not Spike…playing I mean, I love you”

“Jesus fuck Buffy, you’re so close…come with me” he begged and he applied more pressure to her clit, his body tensing with the effort of holding himself back and it was only when she screamed his name that he roared out his release, burying his face into her shoulder and keeping it there while she played with his hair and they both came down from their highs.

A long while passed before he spoke again, “Any regrets?” he mumbled into the skin of her chest and he could feel her smile.

“Of course not Spike.”

“You don’t think this is happening too fast?”

“I do, I also don’t care. I mean who decided there should be a social etiquette to feelings anyway?” she questioned and then added, “the heart wants what the heart wants”

“I never want to let you go Buffy” he admitted with a shaky sigh before bringing his eyes, misted with tears, to hers.

She smiled and cupped his face, “So don’t…isn’t that the whole idea of the Prince Charming coming in to whisk me away to my happily ever after?”

He smiled and nipped at her fingers playfully before shifting uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong?” Buffy asked.

“Something stuck under my leg, guess I was too busy to notice before” he added with an affectionate leer, how a leer could seem affectionate she didn’t know.

When he pulled out the gaudy bobble she made a face. “That’s a really tacky necklace”

He smiled, “it’s an amulet, picked it up as a souvenir from a gypsy in a mall”

She laughed, “Well I can already tell you I have nothing that goes with that.”

She bit her lip and got a faraway look on her face, “Still with me kitten?” he asked with a small chuckle.

Her eyes re-focused on him and she smiled brightly, “The amulet’s the answer” she all but shouted excitedly.

“The answer to what luv’?” he asked confused.

“My sequel” she squealed before capturing his lips and letting herself stop thinking long enough to feel how right the universe was in her world, a world she hadn’t had to create to find perfection.