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Her voice echoed down the dark corridor. There was no answer.

“Riley? Riley. Are you here? Where are you?” Buffy didn’t know why she was at the high school or why she was walking around the rubble, calling out Riley’s name over and over. But she knew she was dreaming. She had to be. For some reason she felt as though she could find him here even though she had seen him fly off in that military helicopter only days before.

Stupid vivid slayer dreams.

She found herself standing where Riley had once stayed; the only thing remaining was an empty can of food and a plastic wrapper. Sighing, she started walking again, down one of the few corridors that was still mostly in tack after the massive explosion they had caused so long ago. Classrooms were dark and empty, crumbling and broken. She walked down the stairs that was covered with debris, being careful of her footing.

Memories began to fill her as she walked past where the cafeteria use to be. The echo of laughter from friends and classmates seem to linger though the destroyed tables and chairs. Buffy paused for a moment, peering into the dank room. The vague smell of rotting flesh still lingered in the place. She started again, and strangely found herself walking towards the library. It was almost like instinct, pulling her there. As she approached the doors she glanced around, remembering the sights and sounds that used to fill the area. The letters LIBRARY still hung above the door, barely clinging to the wall as she glanced up. She would never forget the first time she had stepped in here. Giles had scared her half to death.

A muffled bang came from the destroyed room in front of her and Buffy quickly found herself slipping into stealth mode, creeping quietly towards where the noise had came from. The library was dimly lit but seemed to be in better shape then she remembered. In fact, it actually had four walls and a floor. Debris was still strewn everywhere from the explosion and Buffy even spotted some flesh rotting on one of the mangled bookshelves. Trying to remind herself that she was dreaming, she closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. When she opened them, she felt as though she had stepped back in time. Everything was how it was before her and Giles had dragged in the explosives to blow up the Mayor. The table where she and the gang often sat was covered in books and she could almost see Xander sitting there with his legs propped up on the table, swinging on two legs of the chair. She glanced at the book cage, reminding her of Oz. Life back then seemed so complicated back then but really it was so simple. She missed that.

Pushing her memories away Buffy focused on the not so natural noise coming from Giles’ office. The familiar British voice of her watcher filled the air but she couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. Buffy inched closer, curiosity getting the better of her.

“Now where could it be? I know it’s got to be around here somewhere.” The sound of draws being pulled open and closed cut though the air. “Surely it’s here.” Thump, bang, thud. “Oh bloody hell! Well it’s definitely not in there.” More thumping sounds. “That spatula has to be here somewhere surely.”

Confused, Buffy crept around the counter and up to the window before peering into the room. The room was filled with the light of the midday sun and it was a mess, although Giles wasn’t making it any better. Partly burnt papers and books had been tossed to the ground in his haste to search the place. Giles had stopped to clean his glasses, his eyes darting frantically around the room as he did so. He pushed the glasses back up on his nose and grasped a box with the other, spilling the contents onto the still standing desk. He hastily shoved the papers and the charred remains around before huffing in frustration. He tossed the box to the floor and grabbed another, giving it the same treatment as the first.

What on earth was he doing?

Buffy shook her head, deciding to go help him. She reached for the door handle of the office. Another dissatisfied huff drifted through the closed door and Buffy reached for the door handle.

“Buffy! Oh thank goodness I found you. I have been looking for you everywhere.” Buffy spun on her heels to be confronted with Willow, her red hair long and matte. She was wearing a brown jumper and a deep red swishy skirt. Her eyes were wide, filled with panic. Buffy raised her eye brows at her friend. She looked so young..

“Huh?”

“Class is about to start soon, you know, Trig? I don’t wanna be late.”

“Huh?”

“You know class, Buffy. Where you go and sit at a desk and do actual mind stimulating activities.”

“Um, yeah hang on a sec Will, I just need to see Giles.” Buffy turned her attention back to the door, hearing another thud, followed by more mumbling laced with British curse words. Buffy placed her hand on door handle before turning it and pushing the door open. She took a step forward, into the room.

Only, she wasn’t in Giles’ office. She wasn’t even at the school anymore. Confused, Buffy looked around, trying to figure out where she was. The darkened shapes around her began to form the room she knew as Xander’s basement. What on earth was she doing here? The room was dark except the flickering of the TV. Xander sat in the orange arm chair, a slightly amused look playing on his face as he watched the TV. He held a bowl of popcorn in one hand as the remote rested in the other, almost slipping out of his hand his grip was so loose.

“Xander? What on earth are you watching?” Willow asked, emerging from Xander’s bathroom. She walked straight past Buffy, as if she wasn’t even there. Almost robotically, Xander placed the remote on the coffee table beside him before placing his hand into the bowl.

“Howard the duck.” He replied simply without letting his eyes wander from the television. He stuffed a few of the popped kernels into his mouth, chewing with his mouth closed. Buffy let her eyes dart to the TV watching as an oversize duck stood talking to two people.

“Huh?”

“Howard the duck. Did you know that George Lucas was executive producer of this movie?” Willow shook her head, heading over to the lounge.

“Xander, I didn’t even know this movie existed until right now.” She plonked herself down onto the side of the lounge, leaning on the arm rest. She directed her gaze to the TV, transfixed by the images.

“Aww, what a cute little duckie!” She cooed. “Where on earth did you find this anyway? It looks way old.”

“Got it off e-bay with a whole bunch of other stuff.” Xander looked at Willow briefly. “Well Anya got it for me. Now shh, the good part is about to start.” Just then, Buffy heard heavy steps down the stairs. Turning, she saw Giles as he jumped down over the last part of the stairs and made a bee line towards Xander’s makeshift kitchen.

“Thank goodness you’re all here.” Xander and Willow exchanged glances before looking back at the TV. Buffy moved towards Giles, who looked quite panic stricken.

“Giles, what’s wrong?”

“I need to find it. It’s most important.” He started searching in the sink, pulling pots and cups up to look underneath.

“Giles. What are you looking for?” Giles sighed.

“Buffy, I really don’t think...”

“Giles!” He placed the things he had nestled in his arms back on the sink before pulling open a drawer.

“The spatula, Buffy.”

“The what?” Giles ignored her, still looking though the draws.

“Oh wait, is this like the cheese guy thing?” Buffy asked, she didn’t get an answer but instead saw Willow clap her hand over her mouth.

“Oh, tell me that they didn’t just do that?” Willow squeaked from the lounge. Buffy raised her eyebrows and glanced at her friend who was staring at horror at the TV.

“Oh yeah, they totally just did.” Xander replied, stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Um, ok. I’m going to leave you guys to it. I’m going to go patrol or something.” Buffy trailed off. Buffy took one more glance at Giles over his shoulder before heading for the stairs. She had taken two steps before she heard Giles mutter something.

“What was that?” Buffy asked, turning around to face him. He again didn’t answer her, instead, moving to search though Xander’s tools.

“Fine, I get it, I’m going.” Buffy sighed. As she turned back to the stairs she felt herself hit something cool and solid. Gasping, Buffy felt hands wrap around each of her upper arms.

“Hello cutie.” Buffy snapped her head up to be confronted with a set of crystal blue eyes staring back down at her, sparkling in the dimly lit room. Just what she didn’t need. Or so she thought.

TBC...

Buffy tried to move but she couldn’t. She found herself transfixed with the bleached blonde in front of her. How could he love her like Dawn said? He was a vampire after all. But somehow, for the first time, she felt herself looking at him in a different light. He had done so much for her and for Dawn, could it be possible for Spike to love without a soul? Buffy almost felt herself drooling as Spike absentmindedly ran his tongue over his lower lip to moisten it. Was she really getting turned on by Spike? God, what was wrong with her? He let go of one of her arms and slowly stroked the side of her face with his hand and Buffy felt herself shiver in pleasure.

“Sorry luv, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He tilted his head to the side, his eyes filling with concern. “You alright pet?” Buffy felt her knees weaken. She was becoming weak for Spike.

“I um...I...” Now she was speechless, great. She could see Spike closing the gap between them, his lips inching closer to hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation and she wasn’t disappointed. As his lips softly touched her own she felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to her nether regions. She felt his other hand drop from her arm and pull her in closer to him and she could feel his hardness press into her. She wrapped her arms around him as their kiss deepened, dragging her nails over his naked back.

Wait. Naked back? What the hell? Buffy pulled away from Spike and looked down. It wasn’t only his back that was naked. It was his entire body. Buffy gasped, her hands flying up to her mouth. Spike looked down at himself, not the least bit surprised.

“What?” He asked. Buffy’s eyes bulged as she caught sight of his erection, standing tall and proud. Xander’s voice seemed to come out of nowhere but he seemed to say exactly what Buffy was thinking.

“Oh my God. That’s huge.” Spike smirked with pride, wiggling his eyebrows at Buffy. “Put some clothes on. Geeze. There are people here you know.” Spike seemed to completely ignore Xander, his blue steely eyes trained on Buffy.

“See what you do to me, Slayer? See how you make me feel?” He whispered. He didn’t wait for an answer; instead he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to him. Their lips found each other immediately and Buffy felt herself leaning into Spike, wanting him. God, what was wrong with her? She was lusting after Spike, William the Bloody. A soulless vampire. But for some reason at this moment she didn’t care. Their kiss deepened once more and Buffy closed her eyes again. She felt herself falling backwards before landing on something soft.

Panicked, Buffy stilled and opened her eyes, trying to figure out where she was. It didn’t take her long. She was lying on Spike’s bed, in his crypt. She recognised the sheets, the smell and the tacky way Spike had things piled up everywhere. God, how did she end up here? With Spike kissing her neck oh so softly. Buffy felt like she was melting into a puddle. A big gooey Buffy puddle. He slowly moved down her body now, caressing her with his hands and his lips. Buffy felt her shirt being pulled up before a cool hand gently grasped her breast. Buffy sighed from the touch, wanting more. God how she wanted more. She arched upwards as his lips touched her pert nipple while he pinched the other lightly with his finger and thumb. His hardness pressed into her thigh, letting her feel his true length. Buffy found herself wishing that she was naked so she could feel his flesh on hers.

No sooner she had thought it, her clothes were gone and she was left completely naked underneath Spike. She sighed as she felt his tongue run all over her breast before trailing to the other. He sucked the nipple into his mouth almost greedily and Buffy pressed her head back into the pillow harder, already feeling the intoxicating effect he was having on her in between her loins. Satisfied that her nipples were hard enough, Spike started trailing kisses down her stomach, towards her sex. Buffy whimpered as he grazed his lips just above the small puff of pubic hair she had, the anticipation almost too much to bear. But instead of dipping his head down in between her legs, he began to kiss down her leg, making Buffy squirm even more. He placed light kisses all the way down to her knee before working his way back up again. When he reached her perfectly shaven lips, he once more brushed over them, this time working kisses down the other leg. By the time he reached her other knee, Buffy thought she was going to burst.

He slowly worked his way back up her thigh, slightly spreading her as he came closer to his prize. She heard a sharp intake of breath and a few muttered words which sounded something like “you’re beautiful” before she felt Spike’s tongue slide down her heated slit. Buffy immediately thrust her hips upwards, crying out. Spike slid his tongue down her again and Buffy could swear she could feel him grinning at her reaction. He let his tongue dance in and out of her folds before kissing her nub, sending shivers though her whole body. He then took her nub in his mouth flicking and sucking on it, making her squirm and pant. He slipped a finger into her hole, pushing it in and out slowly, deliberately. Buffy moaned loudly, not caring any more that it was Spike giving her such intense pleasure. She just knew she needed it.

He began to push his finger in and out faster, before slipping in a second to dance inside her.. An intense ball of tension started to build in her stomach and Buffy felt her inner walls start to clench around Spike’s fingers. He must have sensed she was close because he added another finger inside her and curled all three towards her front of her pussy, still pushing them in and out of her. She felt Spike’s lips leave her numb and before she had a chance to protest, he replaced it with his fingers from his free hand, rubbing her nub in tiny, frantic circles. She hardly registered he was talking until she felt his breath on her small puff of pubic hair. His voice was low, rumbling in his British accent and Buffy couldn’t help but feel entranced. His blue eyes were locked on her face, watching, waiting for the reaction he desired so much from her.

“That’s it Buffy. Doesn’t that feel good? Let it go baby, come for me.” She did just that. She came with such intensity Buffy thought she was going to faint from pure pleasure. Her inner muscles quivered and clenched around Spikes fingers for what felt like forever as her hips rocked up and down with no control, riding out one of the most intense orgasms she had ever had. Dream or not. She cried out Spike’s name over and over as her orgasm rolled though her between moans and much needed intake of air. As her bottom came to rest back on the bed, Spike removed his fingers from her. Buffy whimpered, her body slack but willing for more. She felt Spike move up the bed, letting his hardness rest in between her legs. His blue eyes were still hungry, for her.

“Please.” She begged. Spike cocked an eyebrow at her, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Please what?” He drawled, rubbing his length up her slit, his tip pulsing with need.

“Take me.” She whispered. He didn’t wait for a second invitation. In one quick movement he spread her legs wide and pushed the top of his hardness into her. Buffy groaned in delight and Spike growled at her tightness. Buffy bent her knees, opening herself even more to him. She gently pushed her hips upwards, wanting him to be inside her. She was so wet that Spike had no trouble sliding right into her waiting heat, filling her, stretching her. He gave her a moment to adjust herself, distracting himself by playing with her breasts, pinching her pert rosy nipples so they stood erect once more. She really did feel like heaven. He started to move himself inside her, feeling every muscle twitch and quiver around him. Buffy moaned from beneath him and Spike couldn’t help but move faster, pumping feverously, like a man possessed. He could feel himself building, wanting to spill inside her. He stilled suddenly and Buffy looked up at him with surprise.

“Why did you stop?” She was almost breathless at the intensity of his sudden outburst. He didn’t answer; instead he pulled himself out and slammed himself back into her, causing Buffy to squeal in delight. He started pushing slowly, trying his hardest to take his time. Wasn’t easy though, not with her twitching and moaning underneath him like she was.

Buffy couldn’t remember sex being this good, ever. The way Spike was making her feel was amazing. She could feel the sensation of another orgasm building and before she knew it, she was pleading Spike to go faster. Spike knew he couldn’t hold out much longer and when she started clenching her inner muscles around him, hergasps and moans sending him over with her. He jerked on top of her, uncontrollably, spilling into her. Groaning as the last of his orgasm tore though him, he rolled off her and onto the bed beside her.

Buffy let her legs drop heavily to the bed, sated from her latest orgasm. She rolled her head to the side, watching Spike as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. She was transfixed as he sucked in his cheek bones and poked his tongue slightly out his mouth, softly moistening his lips. He turned his head, his blue eyes locking with hers. He opened his mouth to say something when a crash came from upstairs. Buffy sat up, alarmed, wrapping the blanket around herself. A familiar voice floated down the stairs, making Buffy panic.

Buffy frantically searched the bed and floor for her clothes, hell anything that would cover her naked body besides the blanket she had half wrapped around her. She heard Spike scoff behind her and she whirled around, murder written on her face. He held his hands up in surrender as another banging sound came from upstairs. Buffy finally spotted her clothes and quickly snatched them up but not before hearing a wolf whistle from behind her. Glaring, she spun around, pulling her pants up as she did so. Spike sat on the bed, smirking and as infuriating as it was, she was actually turned on by it. A loud crash sounded from upstairs and Buffy quickly tugged on her shirt.

“Oh bloody hell.” Spike didn’t move however, his eyes following her as she walked to the ladder.

“Spike!” he raised his eyebrows at her. “Agh.” Buffy climbed up the ladder. She could see Giles on the far side of the crypt, looking in what looked like a vase.

“Giles,” he ignored her, dropping the large vase to the floor. It didn’t break but she could see other vases broken on the ground. Spike wasn’t going to be happy about this. He started over to the chair Spike had near the door, pulling off the cushion and tossing it to the floor. Buffy couldn’t believe it.

What on earth was he doing?

She walked up behind Giles, who had his hands deep in the sides of the chair. She grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him around to face her.

“Giles. What are you doing?”

“Buffy, you don’t understand. I need to find the spatula. It’s important.” Buffy could feel herself getting angry.

“What spatula? Why is it so important?” Giles tried to pull himself free, making it clear that he had no intention of stopping for small talk. Buffy let go, giving up.

“Fine. Whatever.” Buffy walked over to the door and ripped it open, determined to go home. She got half way across the graveyard before she heard the distinct sound of earth being shifted from underneath the ground. Buffy groaned. No dream would be complete without a vampire slay. She waited patiently as the vampire dug its way out of the ground, giving her enough time to find a nice pointy stick to poke it with. The vampire didn’t see her at first.

“Hi, I’m Buffy and you are?” The vampire growled and spun on its heels to face her, dirt still matting its hair.

“Hmm, not one for talking huh? That’s ok, neither am I,” she brought her right leg up, planting her foot square in the vampire’s chin. It stumbled backwards, running into a headstone. Growling, it lunged at her and Buffy quickly placed two sharp jabs on its nose before stomping on the vampire’s shin bone. It howled in pain as the bone snapped and Buffy smirked. It was truly something she could never get sick of. Buffy seized her chance, plunging the sharp stick into the vampire’s chest, into its un-beating heart. It looked down at the stick, confused before it exploded into dust.

“Well that was fun.” Buffy said to no one in particular. She brushed her hands down her clothes, trying to brush off some of the dust produced from the vampire.

“God, I hate vampire dust!”

“But luv, it gives you that I just killed glow.” Buffy bit her lip, cringing at the voice floating though the air behind her.

“What do you want?”

“I just came to watch your back luv,” she could practically see the smirk on his face as he spoke; his lips twisted upwards, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. She didn’t need this now. She wanted to go home.

“I don’t need you to have my back, Spike,” she spat. “Oh and in case you didn’t notice, Giles trashed your crypt,” she retorted before walking away. She got all the way to the edge of the cemetery before she stopped to check if he was following. He wasn’t. She went to step out onto the curb when she ran straight into Giles, again.

“Giles!”

“Oh, Buffy I am really sorry. I’m just in such a hurry...” he glanced at the ground, pretending to find something interesting to look at.

“Um, let me guess. You’re looking for a spatula?” Giles eyes shot up from the pavement, shocked that she knew.

“Why yes Buffy, how did you know?”

“Because you have been driving me insane trying to find it.”

“Well, do you know where it is?” Giles eyes were pleading, full of hope.

“What?” Buffy looked at him with disbelief.

“Do you know where the spatula is?”

“I heard you the first time Giles. No I don’t know where it is but if I did I would give it to you so you would leave me alone.” Buffy threw her hands up in the air. “God, I wish I could just wake the hell up already.”

~~~

The alarm buzzed loudly in Buffy’s ear and she rolled over, groaning. What a weird dream. She slapped the snooze button, knowing full well it will be wailing in her ear in another five minutes. She rolled back onto her back, staring up at the ceiling. Giles with the spatula, Xander with his movie. Then she sat bolt up.

I had sex with Spike.

Stupid realistic slayer dreams. This was all Dawn’s fault. If she hadn’t gone over to Spike’s yesterday and stayed so she had to go find her, her stupid head wouldn’t be ticking into overdrive. She wouldn’t be dreaming about having sex with Spike.

Oh my god, sex with Spike!

The alarm blared in her ears again and Buffy leaned over and switched it off. She decided she needed a shower, for some reason she felt sticky and gross. Peeking her head out the doorway, she could hear Dawn and her mum downstairs. Buffy darted across the hall, slamming the bathroom door behind her like she was trying to hide something. Something like she might actually want the blonde vampire that made her cum so hard in her dream. Twice. She shook her head, trying to shake out the thoughts and reached to turn the shower on. Soon the room filled with steam and she stepped under the warm water. Time to forget all about that stupid dream.

~~~

Spike stirred in his bed, a small smile playing on his lips. Never had he had a dream about Buffy that real, that vivid before. Hell, he could almost smell her all over him. Not that he would mind having her all over him. He had heard the bit and Buffy arguing as they had left his crypt last night. Something about how the bit had a crush on him. He was flattered, yes but he didn’t want to do anything to upset Buffy. He had been trying so hard lately not to upset her. He knew it was William coming though but he really didn’t care. He was entitled to feel again wasn’t he? Drusilla had crushed his heart and spirit after he had caught her making out with that Chaos demon.

But in a way, he knew Drusilla was right, even back then. In her own crazy way. He reeked of Buffy since the moment they had stepped foot in Sunnydale. He wanted her more then he wanted anything else in his whole life. More than Cecily, more than Drusilla even more then all his failed attempts to impress Angelus. He just didn’t know it then. But slowly she grew inside him, driving him insane with need, want and desire.

He could feel Harmony stirring beside him, muttering about killing the slayer. Stupid bint. She was so naive and ditsy. If he didn’t actually need her, he would have kicked her out ages ago. But he needed her. He quietly slipped out of the bed and quickly dressed. He needed to get something to drink. Maybe he might go over and see Buffy today. Smiling, he climbed up to the top level of the crypt, his mind set on his next visit to the Summer’s household.

~~~

Buffy stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. She really just wanted to forget all about Spike and that stupid dream. She walked down the stairs, hearing Giles. Curious, she made a bee line to the kitchen. Dawn and Joyce were standing in the kitchen also, laughing at something.

“Hey everyone.” Buffy put on her brightest smile.

“Oh Buffy, I was wondering when you were going to join us. Mr Giles has offered to make pancakes for breakfast.” Joyce smiled at her older daughter. Buffy moved over to the sink, pulling a cup of the rack and filling it with water.

“So what’s the special occasion? It’s not my birthday.” Giles smiled, tight lipped. Never a good sign, something must have happened last night. Something bad. Buffy took a sip of water.

“Ah well I was actually wanting to talk to you about something that came up last night when these two ladies talked me into making pancakes.” Buffy nodded her head, placing her cup down on the bench. She started for the kettle, her body craving caffeine.

“Well you can tell me after breakfast right? I could do with some yummy food in my tummy before I hear some bad news.”

“Quite right.” Giles pulled open the second draw and started searching inside. Joyce looked knowingly at Giles and Buffy before turning to her youngest daughter.

“Dawn, how about you and I go and set the table so we can all sit at the table and eat breakfast together?” Joyce asked.

“Sure Mom, no problem, wouldn’t want to interrupt Buffy and her morning coffee now would I?” She spat bitterly.

Buffy looked guiltily up from the kettle, a sheepish smile spreading across her face. Dawn slandered off to the dining room, followed by Joyce who excused herself before leaving. Buffy poured the now hot water from the kettle into her cup, adding the milk and desired amount of sugar before walking back to the fridge and putting the milk away. She knew Dawn had left it on the bench, like she did every morning. Giles was still searching though the draw.

“Giles? What are you looking for?” Giles sighed.

“I am looking for the spatula. Have you seen it?” Buffy almost dropped her cup, her eyes widening with disbelief and horror.

“Excuse me?” Giles looked at her, his brow slightly furrowed, clearly confused by Buffy’s reaction.

“I need a spatula to stir the pancake mix.”

“I...um...I...” The images from her dream came flooding back, dancing in front of her. Buffy sucked in a deep breath, closing her eyes, trying to remember it was just a dream.

A hot, sexy dream of her fucking Spike and Giles constantly looking for a damn spatula.

“I think Mom keeps it in third draw with the measuring spoons.” She watched Giles open the draw, pulling out the spatula almost victoriously. He shut the drawer and smiled.

“Let’s get on with breakfast then shall we?” Buffy merely nodded her head getting the feeling today wasn’t going to be a good day at all.

THE END