Title: Worth A Second Go
Author:Pattyanne
(snapkik@yahoo.com)

Rating: NC-17

This is the way I would have ended
'Harsh Light of Day'



Part One...

Still reeling from Spike's last punch,
Buffy staggered backwards and
fell to her knees. Flinging her hair
out of her eyes, she glared up at
him.

"So, tell me" he said, turning to face
her with his hands jammed in his
front pockets. "What did it take to
pry apart the slayer's dimpled
knees?"

Not much at all, Buffy was ashamed
to realize. A bit of loneliness, a prac-
ticed line of bullshit, and an air of phony
sensitivity had caused her to make
the second stupidest decision of her
newly begun sex life.

"You're a pig, Spike," she spat venom-
ously.

**Of course, Parker is a pig too. Maybe a
bigger one than Spike.** At least Spike
never flew under false colors. He was what
he was, and never pretended differently.

God, she was so fucking sick of men! Mor-
tals AND vampires, the whole gender could
go to hell on a shovel as far as she was
concerned.

"Wonder what you did wrong?"

Spike was speaking again, sensing
that he'd lost her attention.

On her knees, Buffy backed up a few
feet, though he made no aggressive
moves towards her. From a distance,
she imagined they appeared to be
friends making casual conversation.

She wanted badly to scream a denial
at him, to ask him just what made him
think that SHE had done anything wrong,
and, just maybe, it was Parker who'd
messed up; that she'd had her fun, but
was now done with him.

But, she couldn't say any of that. Not
when Spike had witnessed the whole
ugly little scene, including her own
nauseating behavior as she'd trailed
after Parker like a lost puppy, prac-
tically begging him to acknowledge her.

Her worst enemy had watched, and
laughed, as she had every shred of
of her pride and self esteem trampled
into the dust.

As galling as it was, though, she
couldn't help thinking that she'd de-
served to get punched in the face.

Perhaps it would teach her to use
better judgement with men in the
future.

Angel and Parker. Not exactly cut from
the same cloth, but still, one night with
her and it's Bye-Bye Miss American
Pie...don't call me and I won't call you.

Much as she'd rather bite off her tongue
than admit it, Spike had been right...she
HAD been pathetic.

But knowing that he was right just didn't
sit well with her.

She had to give the bastard credit for one
thing...HE hadn't run out on HIS lover. No,
he'd stuck to that dingbat girlfriend of his
like a mustard plaster, for over a hundred
years.

Probably still be with her if it hadn't been
for him throwing in with the slayer to rid
the world of Angelus...which was also
Buffy's fault, since she'd been the one
to fuck Angelus back to life in the first
place.

"Were you too strong?" Spike
leered at her. "Did you bruise the boy?"

Continuing to glare at him, Buffy
didn't reply.

Spike shrugged. "Oh, well...maybe you're
just not worth a second go."

**Don't push me, Spike**

"Come to think of it," he said with
a pensive look. "Somebody told me
as much. Now, who was it..."

She knew what was coming.

"Oh, yeah...Angel."

**Oh, THAT does it! NOW I'm REALLY pissed!**

It was a moment of crystal clarity in an
otherwise muddy day.

**Not worth it, huh? Not WORTH it?**

She stood up slowly and placed her
hands on her hips. Locking her eyes
on his, she moved just a step closer.

She tilted her head slightly and looked
up him from beneath her bangs, giving
him the most seductive look she knew how
to give.

Moistening her lips with her tongue
instantly riveted his attention on her
mouth.

"Not worth it?" she asked, wide-eyed. "Do
you really think so, Spike? Because," she
shook her hair back out of her eyes, "it's
kind of funny that you'd say that considering
you've never...tested the theory."

Spike narrowed those golden eyes of
his, watching every move she made.

"You know, I've only had two lovers. And both
of them were," she cringed inwardly, hating to
say it, "one night stands. So, you can just
imagine how tight I am...down there."

Buffy allowed one hand to drift over her
thigh, her thumb barely brushing the zipper
of her slacks.

"I'm sure you know that a normal human temp-
erature is 98.6 degrees, but, personally, I
feel a lot hotter than that..." she lowered her
voice and whispered..."between my legs."

Although he said nothing, her last comment
provoked a visible reaction, an involuntary
push forward of his hips. When she snuck a
quick peek, she saw a definite and hefty bulge
in the front of his jeans.

God, this was fun! Getting a reaction like
this from a vampire who claimed to hate
everything about her was more than a little
exciting. It was actually giving her back her
sense of feminine power.

And it sure didn't hurt that the vampire in
question was extremely good looking and
wickedly sexy.

He was watching her now, like a cat with
a mouse. "Do tell, luv," he murmured.

Although who was the cat, and who was the
mouse was up for grabs at the moment.

"Being new at it and all," she went on, moving
her hand to the back of her neck and lifting
up her hair to expose it to the
cool breeze, then dropping it again, "I've
gotta say that it's a good thing I get so amazing-
ly wet...otherwise having sex might be kind
of...uncomfortable if a man is...well endowed."

She glanced at him, highly pleased with the
way this encounter was turning out.

**If he needed to breathe, he'd be hyper-
ventilating.**

Turning to face him fully, she let her eyes
move slowly, appraisingly, up and down
his body, zeroing in on the ever growing
hardness in his pants.

She was surprised to feel her own juices
heating up. Her breathing was a little
more rapid, and her skin felt...tingly.

A lot more so than it had with Parker.

**So, what the hell does THAT mean?**

She shook her head, trying to concen-
trate. "Of course, how wet I get really
depends on how well a man can do his
job...doesn't it?"

By now, Buffy was fairly certain that if
he chose to, Spike could make her wetter
than an amazon rain forest in the middle of
the monsoon season.

She had to wrap this up, before things
got out of hand.

"Still," she shrugged her shoulders, "you
might be right. Maybe I'm just not worth it."

Bending over to pick up her book bag, she
couldn't resisit giving him a look down the
front of her shirt. When she straightened,
she went up on her toes to whisper in his
ear, letting him feel the warmth of her
breath.

"But maybe...I am."

She dropped back down to her feet, smiled
and winked at him saucily, then turned to
leave. She felt so good about herself again
that she had no interest in continuing the
fight or in getting hold of that stupid ring.

**Let him keep it for now, there's always
tomorrow.**

Buffy had gotten less than ten yards away
when she felt a hand catch hold of her arm.
Turning around, she saw Spike standing there,
no longer wearing his game face.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"I want to take you up on your offer." His
fingers slid caressingly down her arm and
took hold of her hand.

Buffy was surprised, both by his words and
by the fact that they sounded so appealing.

"My offer? I made an offer?"

Spike lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

"For me to...how did you put it...test my
theory."

The tender gesture made her breath catch
in her throat, and the expression in his
dark eyes caused a twinge in her vitals.

She found herself noticing things about him,
as though she was seeing him for the first
time.

The seductive smile; the aggressive body
language that blatantly announced his
attitude towards life...'if I want it, I take it' ;
the startling contrast of dark brows against
pale skin; the deep blue eyes that saw right
through all her bravado; the face that was
so perfectly made that only the scar on his
eyebrow, and the cocky expression he usually
sported, kept if from being described as pretty.

**And the body...let's not forget the body!**

A little over average height, he was leanly
built and she had personal knowledge of
how strong he was.

Although she'd never seen him without
layers of clothing on, she felt certain that
a body corded with hard muscle was hidden
beneath all that cotton and leather.

Buffy felt his hand tighten around her fingers.

Great. NOW what was she gonna do? She'd
started this. Did she have the guts to see it
through to its conclusion...did she want to?

Looking up at him, she tried to stall.

"But I thought you hated me."

He smiled. "Yeah, I thought so too." Placing
his free hand on her waist, he pulled her closer.

Buffy gasped out loud when she felt an im-
pressive erection rubbing against her.

Moving his hips, he adjusted his position
and ground his sex down on hers. When
he found the right spot, he placed both
his hands on her rear and squeezed, push-
ing her even more firmly against his hard
length.

"Oh..." Her eyes drifted slowly closed as
she struggled for a little self control. "Stop
it," she whispered.

Spike just grinned. "Make me," he invited.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath. She
wasn't gonna be able to do it...to make him
stop. Her brain told her to use any means
necessary to push him away, but her body
had staged a revolution and was taking over.

Unable NOT to, she returned the pressure
he was applying, copying him by reaching
behind him and taking a hold of his backside.

"Slayer," he said softly. "You never stop sur-
prising me."

"Likewise," she murmured, lifting her face
and moistening her lips.

Spike paused just long enough to say, "Open
your mouth, kitten," before he lowered his
head and took what she was offering him.

Sometime during the longest, hottest, most
penetrating kiss she'd ever been on the re-
ceiving end of, Buffy's arms crept up around
Spike's neck, tightening as she felt her feet
lose touch with the ground.

Spike suddenly pulled back. "Let's go," he
said, lowering her back to her feet and tugging
on her hand.

Buffy was still trying to clear her head. "Sure,
okay...let's go...where we going?"

He didn't stop to answer her, just kept hauling
her along behind him. "I'll be damned if I'm
gonna take you right out in the open and give
all these idiots a good look at you."

She smiled as she stumbled along after
him. **Fine by me.**

Spike stopped abruptly, not even swaying
when she plowed into him. "Where's the
witch?" he asked.

"What witch?" She looked at him, a little
confused, her mind still fuzzy as she tried
to concentrate on something besides the
four alarm fire that was racing through her
body. "Oh, you mean Willow? I dunno, I
guess she's in class."

"Not in your room?"

"I don't think so."

Spike nodded. "Then that's where we're
going.





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Title: Worth A Second Go
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: This is how I would have
ended 'Harsh Light of Day'



Part Two....


Buffy had a little trouble getting her
key to work in the lock, and the fact that
Spike was standing directly behind her, so
closely that she could feel his erection
pressing against her, wasn't making it any
easier.

When she was at the point of seriously
considering kicking the door down, the
tumblers finally clicked.

The door flew open, and they both nearly
tumbled into the room.

"Come here," Spike said, shutting the
door with his foot as he yanked Buffy into
his arms.

She went willingly, and they fell into an
ardent kiss, attacking each other with open
mouths and eager tongues, as they tugged
at each other's clothes.

Shrugging out of his coat, he wrapped
his arms tightly around her waist and lifted
her, carrying her to one of the unmade beds.

He dropped her on it, then followed her down.
Kissing and nuzzling her face and throat, he
made sure to keep his fangs to himself.

Buffy pushed weakly at his shoulders, won-
dering where all her 'slayer strength' had
suddenly disappeared to.

"Wait...this isn't my bed," she panted.

"Who gives a shit? Come back here." He
reached for her as she finally broke free.

She eluded him easily and jumped off
the bed, turning to face him with a 'Come
and get it' smile.

Spike growled. "Come here, little girl."

"No," she laughed, feeling playful. "YOU come
HERE."

"Why should I?" he asked, lounging back
against the pillows.

"Because, if you don't..." She began to pull
her blouse over head. "you can't touch."

He watched her, eyes hot with lust. "Take
it off," he demanded.

Buffy complied, whisking the light blue
silk over her head and tossing it carelessly
to the floor. She toed off her shoes and
stood before him, clad in her slacks and
a baby blue lace bra.

"God, you ARE pretty," he said, taking
her in with an avid gaze.

The compliment startled her, jarring her
out of her 'oh, why the hell not?' frame of
mind.

"Do you mean that?" she asked, for
some reason wanting his approval...need-
ing it.

Her question made him pause.

**Christ...I really do mean it...how's THAT
for a revelation?**

To be honest, he wasn't completely
bowled over by it. If he forced himself to
go toe-to-toe-with the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but, he'd always thought that
she was pretty, right from the start...pretty,
and sexy as hell.

In fact, one of his clearest memories was
of the night he'd seen her for the very first
time.



He and Dru had been in Sunnydale less
than one day before he'd gone looking
for the slayer he'd been hearing so much
about.

All he'd planned on doing that night was
sizing her up, studying how she fought,
and watching for potential weaknesses.

That had been the extent of his interest
when he'd first entered the Bronze; to get
things moving so he could focus his
attention on caring for Dru.

But when he'd spotted her, when he'd seen
that pretty, babyish face and luscious body,
his thoughts had taken a whole new direction.

He had circled the dance floor, watching every
shimmy of her shoulders, every sway of her
shapely ass, every thrust of her pelvis, and
every teasing smile.

All the men in the room had wanted her, and
he'd been no exception.

"That's mine," he remembered thinking, "That's
for me."

In the alley behind the Bronze, he'd waited
in the shadows, watching her fight and
wondering if she fucked with the same
kind of passion.

When it was over, it had been all he could
do to keep himself from picking her up,
carrying her to the nearest available bed,
and pounding into her with everything he
had.

He'd NEVER wanted a girl as instantly,
and as badly, as he'd wanted this slayer.

The events of the next few months had
sharpened his hate, but done nothing to
dull his desire.

He'd spent a fair amount of time idly
contemplating fantasies of bedding her.
Whenever Drusilla had lapsed into
bouts of weirdness that even HE wanted
no part of, he would find himself think-
ing about Buffy.

He would imagine himself grabbing her
and throwing her to the ground. Falling
on top of her, he'd plunge between those
strong thighs and fuck her until she
screamed, then rip her throat out after
he'd made her come.

And he would make her forget that Angel
had ever existed...which was only fair.

When his sire had returned to them sans
soul once again, Spike had been forced
to watch as the faithless bitch he'd loved
crawled into Angel's bed.

The two of them had gone at it night
and day...only surfacing to work
on Angel's moronic plan to drop kick
the world into hell.

The fucking idiot had never glommed on to
the fact that if the whole world went to
hell, THEY'D be going right alone with it.

Drusilla, being the intellectual whiz kid
that she was, thought everything Angel
did was brilliant, fucking poetry in motion.

She'd done anything he'd wanted, anytime,
anywhere, for any reason. World's going
to hell? Count me in!

Spike had less than zero interest in
being cast into hell. He didn't care WHO
was in charge, or who would be Satan's
new best friend.

He was quite happy where he was, thanks
all the same.

It had been so incredibly galling to sit
in that wheelchair and watch Angel pawing
Drusilla morning, noon, and night, taunting
him with daily reports of their latest mara-
thon fuck fest.

When he'd begun to make sneering
comments about his superior skill in
bed, Spike had finally been pushed
too far.

With his male pride on the line, he'd
sacrificed his vampire pride. That son-
of a bitch had to go...permanently...and
there was only one person who could help
make that dream a reality.

Plans made, he'd gone looking for Buffy.

The truce he'd hammered out with her had
been the beginning of the end, he just
hadn't known it at the time.

He'd kept his promise and taken Drusilla
to South America to start a new life.

Things had gone sour fast, and he had
learned the hard way that he'd never
be able to pry Angel out of Dru's mind.

She'd wanted no part of him. Nothing he did
for her, no amount of lavish gifts or
declarations of love had made her happy.

Angry at Spike's role in Angel's betrayal,
she had punished him by spreading her
legs for every sodding demon that crossed
her path, no matter how disgusting it was.

It had gone on for months, a never ending
cycle of torment, until the night he'd come
home and found her gone.

With no idea where she'd disappeard to,
and with nowhere else to go, he'd returned
to Sunnydale.

To say that he'd been shocked to find Angel
back in the land of the sort of living, would
be the grossest understatement ever uttered.

Since the world hadn't been sucked down
the drain into hell, Spike had assumed
that the slayer had won her final battle
with Angelus.

It hadn't taken him long to realize that
Angel had, once again, been slapped with
a shiny new soul.

Somehow...someway...the fucker had
gotten it back.

And he'd gotten the slayer back as well.

The cosmic injustice of it was staggering.
Angel had stolen Drusilla away and tried to
end the world, and instead of being punished
for his crimes, he'd been rewarded for them.

It was all so fucking unfair!

If ANYONE should have rewarded with
that juicy little slayer, it should have
been him.



**Well...better late than never**

Spike sat up and tugged off his boots. Cross-
ing the room at an unhurried pace, he un-
buttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Come on now, Slayer...you know you're
gorgeous."

Sliding his fingers into the waist band of her
pants, he pulled her close.

Buffy inhaled sharply when their lower
bodies made contact. "Still...it's nice
to hear."

He smiled. It had been a long time since
he'd had to woo a girl with sweet talk and
compliments, but it was a skill you didn't
forget.

"Believe me, kitten. You are one delicious
little package."

He undid the top button of her slacks.

"You've got that lovely hair, such a pretty
color it is."

Her zipper slid down, revealing a glimpse
of panties that matched her bra.

"Your skin is so soft and warm. Not a mark
on it anywhere."

His thumbs hooked into the sides of her
slacks and began to pull them down.

"And your mouth. So pretty and sassy...just
begging to be kissed."

Her slacks dropped down around her
ankles, and he took her hands to balance
her as she stepped out of them.

"Your eyes are lovely. Green as the
grass, with flecks of gold in them. They
sparkle when you smile."

Tiny satin ribbons held her panties together
on both sides. He tugged them loose, then
pulled the blue lace from between her legs.

Her bra had a front closure that he opened
easily.

"And you have a body that could stop traffic."

Placing his hands on breasts that were sur-
prisingly ample for such a slender girl, he
fondled them.

Buffy murmured something he couldn't
understand, closing her eyes and letting
her head drop back.

Spike leaned down and whispered,"You
are SO beautiful. I've always thought so,
you know. Beautiful." He kissed the
side of her face. "And sexy." His mouth
moved to explore her throat. "And I want
you so much it hurts."

Buffy's head was spinning. This was ama-
zing! Where had THIS Spike been hiding
all this time?

Squeezing her breasts firmly, he pushed
them together and lowered his head to
kiss the lush curves.

Tonguing her nipples to diamond hardness,
he took one into his mouth and began
sucking on it.

"Oh...oh God..." Buffy whimpered.

Spike smiled against her skin. "Like that,
do you?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded.

"Want more?"

"Yes, please."

Smiling at her politeness, he took her
hand and led her across the room.

He sat down on the side of her bed and
widened his legs to position her between
them.

Desperate for further attention, Buffy leaned
forward and placed her hands on his
shoulders, offering him her breasts again.

He placed a kiss on the soft skin between
them, then began teasing her nipples with
his tongue and teeth, keeping the touch light.

She looked down to watch, and was rocketed
into the stratosphere by the sight of what
he was doing. She'd never seen anything so
erotic before.

Spike met her gaze as he suckled her. With-
out ever breaking eye contact, he moved from
one breast to the other.

He moved his hands up her sides, pushing
the mounds together again.

"These are really beautiful, Slayer," he said,
releasing her from his mouth. "I want to lick
them...suck them...play with them all day."

With his hands supporting her from be-
neath, he caught her nipples between his
thumb and forefinger, pinching them gently.

"Then," he went on. "I want to lay you down
and put my cock between them...and
fuck them. Want to feel them squeezing
around my dick when I slide it up and down."

Buffy almost cried when he suddenly
stopped and nudged her away. "What's
wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," he said, moving back
on the mattress and pulling her along with
him.

He rose to his knees in the middle of the
bed, positioning her in front of him the same
way.

"Unzip my pants."

Buffy placed her hands on his thighs, then
slid them up until she found the top snap.

Opening it, she reached for the tab of his
zipper. It slid down easily, propelled both
by her fingers, and by the pressure of his
erection.

"Put your hand in and take it out...good
girl."

Buffy's eyes became as round as silver
dollars when she saw what he had for her.

**No way is THAT gonna fit**

"Don't look so nervous," he said, seeming
to read her mind. "It'll go all the way in.
I plan on making you very...very...wet."

She smiled. Apparently, he'd taken her
teasing comment as a challenge.

Without warning, he inserted one hand
between her thighs.

"Or, should I say...wetter?"

Buffy didn't think she could BE any wetter. The
moisture her body was generating was flow-
ing like a faucet.

What he did next only increased the flow.

After wetting his fingers with her fluid, he
brought them to his mouth and licked them,
holding her gaze.

"Mmmm...this may be even sweeter than
the taste of your blood," he said.

"YOU'LL never know," she replied tartly.

Spike just laughed. "Never say never, luv."

Buffy decided to knock him down a notch or
two. She moved her hand up and down
his shaft, experimenting with pace and
pressure. Using her thumb, she smeared
the drops of semen he was producing
into the tip of his penis.

"Looks like I'm not the ONLY wet one in
the room," she said.

Her ministrations were having the desired
effect. Spike closed his eyes, thrusting his
hips forward.

"Ahh...fuck," he muttered. "Yeah...do that.
Tighter, kitten...squeeze my...yes...now,
faster...just a little...that's good..." He
thrusted rythmnically into her wet little
fingers.

Spike was a little surprised. Where the HELL
had she learned to do this?

Not from that boy she'd been with. He didn't
look smart enough to organize a gang fuck
in a Shanghai whorehouse, let alone teach
a near virgin these kinds of tricks.

It was possible, he supposed, that Angel had
instructed her on how to please a man.

Possible...but not likely.

His sire had not been 'Angelus' when he'd
had his one night with the slayer. Which
was just as well, since Angelus got off
by inflicting pain. The harder he made a
girl cry, the better he liked it.

No, he'd just been plain old Angel, and plain
old Angel probably wasn't the last of the
red hot lovers.

His worship of the innocent virgin she'd
been would have prevented him from really
getting down and dirty with Buffy. Maybe
if they'd had more time...

He cut off that thought abruptly. Thinking
about Angel in bed with the slayer was
pissing him off for some reason.

**Screw YOU, Angel...you had your chance
and you fucked it up**

If it hadn't been either the boy or Angel who'd
tutored the slayer in the art of foreplay, then
it must be a natural skill for her.

His mind reeled at the possibilities. If
she was this good after two brief sexual
encounters, he couldn't begin to imagine
how good she'd be once she got a little
experience under her belt...so to speak.

**I'll do it....I'm gonna teach this girl things
she's never even dreamed of...gonna
teach her everything...don't care how long
it takes**



TBC.....

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Title: Worth A Second Go
Author:Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com

Summary: This is how I would have ended
'Harsh Light of Day'



Part Three....

"I think this will be a lot more fun if you
take these off."

Buffy's voice interrupted his carnal daydreams,
and it took him a moment to focus and
realize she was referring to his trousers.

"I think you're right," he said, a smart
ass grin on his face.

Although he hated having to pull his rigid
shaft away from her warm little hand, he
forced himself to do it, then stood up on
the bed and shoved the tight denim down
around his ankles.

Buffy pulled them off as he lifted one foot
at a time, then threw them onto the growing
pile of their discarded clothing as he knelt
beside her.

Since he had an aversion to wearing any
sort of underwear, there was nothing between
his erection and her eager fingers.

"Better?" he asked, caressing her hair.

She looked up at him and smiled. "All kinds
of better." Taking a firm hold of him, she slid
her hand slowly up and down, squeezing a
little as he'd indicated he liked.

It was only a matter of moments before
Spike felt the warning signs of impending
climax, and he pushed her hand away before
something embarrassing could occur.

Buffy looked puzzled. "Did I do something
wrong? Don't you like it?"

"Hell, yes I like it," he said. Taking her
hands, he lifted them and pressed a slow
kiss into each soft palm, lightly touching
them with his tongue. "But I almost came
in your hand. That can be a lot of fun,
but I'm not gonna rush through this." He
gave her a lacivious wink. "There's lots more
fun to be had."

Before she could say anything in reply,
Spike slipped his arms around Buffy's
slender waist and turned to lower her
to the mattress.

Lying down next to her, he guided her
into a position where she was straddling
his waist, one knee on either side of him.

He slid down on the bed beneath her, until
her sex was directly over his face, then
pulled her down to his hungry mouth.

Spike could tell by her reaction that this
was a completely new experience for her.
Sparing a brief, contemptuous thought for
the two idiots who'd neglected her sexual
education so shamefully, he slid his
tongue up and down her cleft. Pushing
it deeply inside her, he moved it around,
then began slipping it in and out of her,
in a simulation of intercourse.

Above him, Buffy was panting and squirm-
ing as he worked at her, gasping out
little half formed words that made no sense.

When he located the sensitive button at
the apex of her sex, he licked it and
sucked at it, rewarded by her cries of
pleasure.

He took hold of the firm cheeks of her ass,
keeping her where he wanted as he ate her
out, using every trick in his vast arsenal to
drive her right up the fucking wall and back
down again.

The kittenish sounds coming from her lips
were music to him, spurring him on to make
this experience everything that it could
be...doing it for her.

Moving one hand down, he carefully inserted
his middle finger inside of the tight warmth his
tongue was playing in, sliding it in and out.

A few thrusts and one last hard suck on
her clit was all that was needed to bring her
to a nerve shattering climax. Her hands
slid into his hair, holding him tightly against
her as she ground herself down on his face.

Trying not to scream loud enough to let
everyone in town know what was happening
to her, Buffy felt her body stiffen, then go
limp as she collapsed beside him.

Spike wiped his wet face on the back of
his hand as the slayer looked at him,
smiling like a cream filled kitten.

Before she could say anything, he reached
for her, pulling until she was stretched out
on top of him.

"See how sweet you taste," he said, kissing
her and sliding his tongue deeply into her
mouth.

When he broke the kiss to allow her to
breathe, Buffy let her head drop down
on his chest. "Ooooh...my god."

He chuckled. "Did you enjoy that, kitten?"

"Enjoy," she moaned. "doesn't even begin to
describe it."

Tangling his fingers in her hair, Spike made
her look at him. "No one's ever done that for
you before, have they?"

She shook her head. "No."

"I didn't think so," he said derisively. "Stupid
fucks didn't know how important that is for
a girl...that she needs that kind of attention."

Buffy grinned. "Isn't it important for a boy too?"

He smiled back. "Well, it CAN be...but we'll save
that for later. Right now, there's something
else I want."

"And what would that be?"

"That would be THIS." Rolling her over
suddenly onto her back, he nudged her
legs apart and rubbed his swollen cock
against the wet heat between Buffy's
thighs. "I want to be inside you...feel if
your pussy is as tight as you said it is."

Buffy was just as aroused by the things
he was saying as she was by his actions.

This verbal foreplay was another thing she'd
not experienced with her two previous lovers.
Angel had pretty much limited himself to
tender vows of love, uttered over and over
again. Though it had been wonderful to hear,
it hadn't had the same effect that Spike's
explicitly sexual comments were evoking in
her.

Parker's sex talk, she now realized, wasn't
even worth thinking about. He'd used a few
raw words, but they'd only embarrassed her.

At the time, she'd thought it was because
of her own lack of experience.

Now, she knew that it was because Parker
was such a "boy", compared to Spike.

And she didn't want a boy anymore. She
wanted a man. One that knew what he was
doing.

No...not ' A ' man...she wanted ' THIS ' man. Want-
ed him now...the same way she'd wanted him
when she'd seen him for the first time.

*******************************************

She had been restless that night. Sitting
in the Bronze with Xander and Willow, making
stupid small talk and trying to at least LOOK as
through she was studying her French lessons.

She'd hated taking French. Hated it and resented
it. When the hell was she going to need to speak
French? It wasn't like she was gonna be off slay-
ing vampires on the Champs E'lysees.

When she couldn't stand to sit still one
more second, she and Xander had coaxed
Willow out onto the dance floor. As her
body had moved and pulsed with the music,
she'd noticed someone standing on the
edge of the dance floor, had felt his eyes
on her.

She hadn't been brave enough to stare
back, but she'd purposely begun to dance
a little more enticingly.

When she'd turned away, she'd heard
him say something about a girl being attacked
by a vampire in the alley. She'd been so pissed
about being interrupted that she'd ran outside
without a weapon.

After she'd dealt with yet another vamp
that thought he'd be the one to bring the
slayer down, Spike had stepped out of the
shadows, applauding her performance.

Since she'd been too shy before, she'd
taken a good long look at him, and her
brain had instantly classified him as the
hottest guy she'd ever seen...including Angel.

After he'd issued his death threat and
she'd known him for what he was, she
had wanted to stamp her foot in fury. It
just wasn't fair...a face and body like that
belonging to a vampire. Something she
couldn't have and would probably have to
kill.

No matter how many times they clashed,
she'd never been able to shake that little
zing of sexual attraction she'd felt for him,
making it damn difficult for her to honestly
want him dead.

And though she'd never admitted it to any-
one, Spike had played the leading role in
many of her most erotic nighttime dreams
and occasional daytime fantasies.

Which were finally about to come true....

TBC.....

Title: Worth A Second Go
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: This is the way I would
end 'Harsh Light of Day'




Part Four.....




"I'm ready," Buffy said, rubbing her cheek
against his. "And I'm definitely wet enough."

"Mmm..yes you are." Spike raised himself
slightly, making a sliver of room between
their bodies. "Now...reach down and take me
in your hand...just like that...and put it where
you want it."

She wrapped her fingers around him, rubbing
the tip of his shaft against her opening. "Like
this?"

"Yes, baby," he encouraged her. "That's
perfect...spread your legs a little bit
more...ahh...fucking hell.. you weren't
kidding...you ARE tight...."

He penetrated her slowly, wanting her to
feel every inch of him as he slid into her
body. Advancing, then pulling back a
little at a time, making it easier for her.

When he was completely buried inside
her, he held himself still with a massive
effort of will. "Am I hurting you, baby?"

He really didn't WANT to hurt her. For
some reason this little slayer...whose
death he had once planned in gleeful
detail...was inspiring feelings of tender-
ness in him. The sort of tenderness that
he'd only had for one other woman.

He had always enjoyed a good, hard,
rowdy fuck as much as the next guy, but
he'd never taken pleasure from hurting a
girl in bed, and he'd never committed a
rape. Not once.

It had become a weird source of pride
for him, not having to resort to brute
force when he wanted a woman. He
found sexual pleasure to be much more
satisfying when it was mutual.

Plus, he enjoyed doing the things girls
liked. The things that aroused them in-
creased his own excitement. Eating a
girl's pussy was just as good for him as
it was for the girl he was doing it to.

But Buffy was shaking her head, no. He
wasn't hurting her.

Slowly, he began to thrust. All the way in,
he would pause a moment and press down
on her sweet spot, giving it a little friction.

Then out, almost all the way, never losing
their connection.

She was writhing beneath him, making those
sweet little sounds again, driving him mad
with lust.

"Yes, baby...that's my girl...you like that,
don't you...you want me...give it to me good,
baby...fuck me back...do it...come on..."

His words were pushing up the level of her
desire, making what he was doing feel even
better, and Buffy knew that she getting close
to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in her
ear. "Do you like me fucking you?"

"Yes," she panted. "It's good...so good..."

When he felt her begin to lift her hips
to meet his downstrokes, he knew she
was ready for him to go fast and hard.

He felt her tightening around him even
more, felt the increase in her fluids,
until everything down there was hot and slick.

"Open...your...eyes," he said through
clenched teeth. When she complied,
he looked directly into her light green
gaze. "You ready to come, baby? You
want it? Want me to make you...ahh,
fuck...make you come?"

Buffy was beyond coherent speech,
and had to rely on body language sig-
nals.

Sliding her hands down his back, she
dug her nails into his ass. The sound
he made in response was what she
needed.

She came hard, and the clamping
down of her internal muscles triggered
Spike's orgasm.

Three more deep thrusts was all it took
to set him off, making them both scream
at the intensity of their mutual climax as
he gave her every drop of his ejaculate.

He collapsed on top of her, thrusting
weakly a few more times as he felt
her stroking the back of his neck, and
rubbing his shoulders.

They stayed that way for a while,
then he lifted his head to look at her,
marveling at the sight of her flushed
skin glistening with a light sheen of
perspiration.

Smoothing her mussed hair, he
dropped a light kiss on her lips. "You
all right, luv?"

"Mm-hmm...I'm way better than all
right."

"Are you now?" he grinned. "Tell me."

"No," she said. "You're conceited enough
already."

Spike chuckled. "Never mind...you
don't have to tell me, I can see for m'self."

"See what?"

"See a very satisfied little slayer, who
was just very well fu..."

Buffy clapped her hand over his mouth,
laughing when he nipped at her palm.

Not wanting to leave the delicious
warmth of her body, Spike rolled off
of her and took her with him. Nestling
her head on his chest, she almost purred
when she felt him stroking her hair.

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering...um..."

"Wondering what, kitten?"

"Did I...did I do things right? Was it
good."

He had never heard her speak so hesi-
tantly. Her experience with Big-Asshole-
On-Campus had really undermined her
self esteem.

Of course, his own comments about
her not being worth a second go hadn't
helped matters, and he was sorry now
that he'd said it.

So, what could he tell her that she would
believe? That she was beautiful and
sexy? Desirable in every way? That Parker,
and Angel for THAT matter, were a couple
of brain dead fuckheads that couldn't
see something special even when she
was standing right in front of them?

Cupping her chin, he tilted her face
up and looked into lovely green eyes
that silently pleaded with him to be kind.

How could he not be?

"No. Not good," he said, shaking
his head a little. "Incredible...fucking
amazing." He gave her a cocky smile.
"Or should that be amazing fucking?"

He heard her release a long held breath,
and he almost laughed out loud at the
absurdity of this entire situation.

The slayer...the best one he'd ever
gone up against...was lying in his
arms, and despite his words, it hadn't
been just 'fucking' . It had shown many
of the signs of lovemaking.

This girl had been his most worthy
opponent, the biggest challenge he'd
ever faced. Now, in the space of one
afternoon, she'd gone from enemy to
lover.

And if he had to choose one of those things,
he knew damned well which one he was
going to pick.

He could always find someone to fight
with, but how often did a girl like this come
along?

She moved up and gave him another long
and lingering kiss that made his toes
curl, then pulled away and smiled at him.

He traced that smile with his fingertip. "I
don't know how any man could taste
you once, and not want you forever."

He watched her smile widen.

"So," she asked pertly. "D'ya think I'm
worth a second go?"

"Let me prove it to you...make love to
you again."

She appeared to think it over, then shook
her head. "No," she said firmly.

This wasn't what he'd expected to hear. Was
she actually going to tell him that this had
been a one shot deal, and that they'd now
be reverting back to their previous relation-
ship?

He opened his mouth to tell her there
was no way in hell THAT was going to happen,
but she stopped him before he could say
anything.

"This time," she said, making herself com-
fortable on top of him, "I'm gonna make love
to you."

Spike grinned at her, both delighted and
relieved by her words. "I'm all yours, luv,"
he said, surprised once again at how com-
pletely he meant those words.

They had only just begun the preliminaries
when they were startled by loud voices and
footsteps in the hallway, signaling that classes
were over for the day, and students were
returning to their rooms.

Spike pulled out of their kiss, frowning. "I
guess I should go," he said reluctantly, frus-
tration evident in his voice.

Buffy nodded, no happier about it than he was.

"Willow's last class is only a five minute
walk."

He was about to to ask her to come with
him when the phone rang and the
answering machine clicked on, inviting
the caller to leave a message.

"Hi, Buffy, it's me." Willow's voice
sounded high pitched and giggly, as
if someone was tickling her. "I just
wanted to let you know that I won't be
coming back tonight...quit that...I
can't think...."

In the background, they heard a muffled
voice say something.

"If you need me," Willow went on, "I'll be
with Oz and...I'll just go to class from here
so...see you tomorrow night. Bye."

As they listened to the message, the same
slow smile appeared on their faces.

"What luck," Buffy said.

"Yeah...remind me to send that girl some
flowers."

Their mouths came together in a kiss that was
equal parts slow tenderness and enthusiastic
lust, as their hands retraced the trails they'd
blazed over each other's bodies just moments
ago.

When he entered her, Buffy had one last hazy
thought before her mind shut down and let her
body take the wheel.

**Like siamese twins....joined at the...**

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

A few hours later....


"Buffy?"

"Hmmm?" Her voice was soft, on the verge
of sleep.

His eyes closed, Spike wrapped his arm more
tightly around her. "If I promise not to kill
him, will you let me find that stupid boy and
beat him up?"

"Well....only if you promise."

"I do, luv...I do."





The End