x X x X x


It wasn’t where she’d expected to end up when she decided to take off for a few hours after her Sadie Hawkins episode with Angel. She was bothered, depressed, pissed, and really didn’t feel like being around her ‘everything will be okay as long as we have sarcasm’ friends and ‘let’s consider the consequences’ watcher. She knew they meant well, but she needed quiet. She needed a place where work wouldn’t follow her home. She needed a release, even if only for a few hours, she needed a way to escape and shake off what had happened without completely imploding.

And so this is where she found herself, in a small, quiet bar on the outskirts of town. Lucky for her, the bartender didn’t seem to care whether she was of age or not. She sat down and the petite but no-nonsense-looking lady slid a whisky ginger in front of her, “This one’s on the house, honey,” winking and walking away when Buffy looked up at her appreciatively. She took a sip and nodded her approval when she realized she actually liked it.

The small bar was dark, illuminated by only a few neon signs and was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke. Buffy didn’t care, as long as the drink in front of her was always at least half full and cold.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Buffy remembered back to what it felt like to have Angels lips on hers again, after so long, after everything he’d done, kissing him still felt right and that scared her. She still leaned into his touch and found herself standing on her tippy toes to get as close as she could. In one instant everything felt so perfect and right, and the next he was snarling and throwing her backwards with such rage. A violent reminder of how things had turned out between them.

Opening her eyes again she grabbed her glass, put it to her mouth and tipped it back, pouring its contents entirely into her mouth and letting the empty glass hit the bar with a light thud.


x X x X x


Spike had been so aggravated to see Dru leave with that poufter again, as she did every night since he’d come back to them, that after he’d kicked his wheelchair over he couldn’t stay in the old mansion any longer. Every other night he’d pace the floors, throwing things or screaming at the walls to vent his rage, but tonight he couldn’t. He needed to get out. Sod it if they come back and find him gone. He really didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t wait around just to see her come back wrapped around his arm smiling, then sneaking off to a nearby room to be fucked senseless by someone she called ‘daddy.’

He was disgusted by all of it, and quite frankly heartbroken that he’d taken care of her, doted over her for so long just to have her leave him in a wheelchair, bringing him nothing more than puppies and vermin to eat when she returned after being gone for hours. Bitch didn’t care for him at all. He’d been a ponce to think she would.

He’d walked, the stretching of his legs feeling good after being on his arse for so long. He’d walked a ways down the road from the god forsaken mansion until he saw the first real bar he could find. Didn’t even care that it wasn’t a demon bar, all he wanted to do was get completely sloshed. He’d worry about food later. Right now all he wanted to ingest was a large bottle of some good whiskey.


x X x X x


Buffy felt him as soon as he walked into the bar, but didn’t even bother turning to look at him or even make him aware of her presence. She wished she could say she was surprised that he was well enough to be up and about let alone alive, well undead, but then again not a lot surprised her these days, especially from that particular crew. If Spike could nurse Drusilla back to health by using blood from her sire, surely Drusilla would use her blood to nurse Spike back to health. She started to wonder why Giles and the scoobies wouldn’t have made sure to be prepared for such an event, and then quickly dismissed it, not really caring. Tonight she could care less what Spike did, and unless he started killing people right here, right now, she wouldn’t even worry about him.

She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, honing in on her slayer senses while she still could, considering she’d already finished a second drink and ordered a third. She could feel Spike move into the corner and slip into a booth that was hidden in the shadows. He wasn’t here to kill. There was nothing menacing about him at the moment, and that was enough to ease any worries she might have had. Instead she took another long sip from her glass and let her mind wander to the mellow beats coming from the jukebox.


x X x X x


He’d seen her the moment he stepped foot into the smoke filled bar, white-blonde hair standing out like a sore thumb in the dark space. For a moment he froze, unsure of whether or not he should back out and find a different bar, but when he felt her heart rate increase for a split second then slow again he felt she wasn’t in a slaying mood at the moment, much to his benefit. And if she was, well, in his state he didn’t really stand a chance anyway so it wouldn’t have mattered.

Quietly he slipped into a booth in the darkest corner of the bar, and happily ordered a whisky on the rocks when the waitress walked over to him. He relaxed, loving every moment he was out of the mansion but keeping an eye on the slayer at the same time. He didn’t want any surprises. He took a minute to take in her demeanor, and remembered back to what Angel had said before taking off earlier. Angel had been shaken up by what had happened between them, so it was no surprise that his slayer had been too, and she was clearly looking for a way to forget it, and fast.

The waitress returned to Spike and set his glass of ice down on the table, unplugging the whiskey bottle and setting it next to Spike as he’d asked. He handed her money, and when she walked away he went back to studying his slayer. She looked so small and fragile in a place like this. It wasn’t like her. Spike didn’t even know that much about her and he knew this was out of character for her. It worried him a little, then he shook it off, telling himself he didn’t care.

Pouring himself a generous amount of whiskey, he held it under his nose, taking in the aroma and feeling comforted by it, and took a large gulp.


x X x X x


Buffy’s skin was warm and buzzing, and she couldn’t remember exactly how many drinks she'd had, but she felt better and a small smile made its way to her lips. So what if she and Angel had a brief moment together again, she was still going to kill his ass dead to show him how mad she was, and she was satisfied with herself at that.

She looked down at her remaining change that was sitting on the bar next to her empty glass and contemplated whether she wanted another drink, or if she wanted to buy a song on the jukebox. She really wanted to hear a song that she knew and liked, but if she put a dollar in the box then she wouldn’t have enough for another drink and a tip.

As if someone had been reading her mind, the bartender set down another drink and pointed to the dark corner. “Gentleman in the corner sent this one over.”

Buffy smirked and took the drink, knowing exactly who it was from, and turned slightly on her stool so that he could see her face but so that she was not looking directly toward him, and took a long sip. Setting the glass back down she picked up a dollar off the bar and sauntered over to the jukebox which was only about five feet away from where Spike was currently sitting. Amongst the liquor and cigarette smoke Buffy could smell the leather from his old worn jacket, and she smiled to herself.


x X x X x


He didn’t know why but he’d watched her as she sat at that bar. She seemed so different tonight. Gone was the fiery little teenage girl who continuously kicked his arse, all that was left was an empty shell of a person. He could only imagine what Angelus could have done to ruin such a perfect girl, and although he was grateful that he wasn’t already a pile of dust because of her, he liked seeing spitfire Buffy better.

It was while he was watching her that he realized she hadn’t had another drink in a while and that she was studying the dollar bills she had laying on the wood in front of her. And then he noticed her glance at the jukebox and it hit him. She couldn’t make up her mind. Before she had time to make the decision herself, and before he really stopped to think about what he was doing, he waved the waitress over and ordered her next drink for her.

He was pleased when he saw the faint smile and turn of her body as she sipped her new drink. He’d done good, and it made him feel all manly and proud. He wasn’t quite sure what it was about her tonight, but he had absolutely no desire to hurt her. No, he wanted to do the exact opposite actually, and maybe it was just because he’d already had a third of a bottle of straight Jack and it had been months since he’d gotten any, but Buffy Summers, the slayer, was looking pretty damn hot right now.

His unnecessary breath caught in his throat for a moment when she got up and began to come toward him, and he calmed once he realized it wasn’t him she was headed for, but the jukebox. Once she was close enough he could smell her perfume, her hair, and the whisky on her breath. It sounded lame in his head, but he was both excited and proud when he realized what she was drinking was very similar to what he was drinking. She had good taste.

She came to a stop in front of the music machine and Spike tilted his head to really look at her. He had noticed her beauty before, of course, he wasn’t blind, but looking at her now he couldn’t believe that this petite blonde cutie was really the same girl that foiled his every plan, and usually with a witty pun too. She was like no other he had ever met before, and the more he thought on it, the more he realized he really liked her.


x X x X x


Buffy inserted the dollar bill and flipped through her possibilities, fully aware that Spike was studying her the whole time. She didn’t care. She didn’t exactly see him as an enemy right now, what with him buying her more alcohol and aiding her in making her night just a little better. And besides, she was fully aware that he was checking her out and what girl doesn’t like a little appraisal every now and then? Even if it is from your mortal enemy.

She finally chose a song and pressed play, a small smile forming on her face once again at her satisfaction. It was when the song started that she dared to look straight over at Spike, making eye contact for a brief moment before walking out to the center of the empty dance floor and moving her head and hips to the rhythm.


x X x X x


When the song filled the air and Buffy’s eyes locked with his, Spike could have sworn he felt an electrical charge go through him. She was enjoying this.

Spike smirked and finished his fourth glass of whisky, leaning back and watching her move as she began to dance.


Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
Its only right that you should
Play the way you feel it


It wasn’t long before Buffy found that she was dancing for him. Hell, if she’d stop trying to lie to herself she’d realize she was doing it on purpose, hoping he would enjoy it and get turned on. The alcohol in her system had her on fire and all of a sudden she wanted all too badly to be touched.


But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering what you had
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost


Spike clenched his jaw as he watched the golden beauty begin to move and twist and writhe to the haunting beat of the song. She was facing him fully, and when he took a brief moment to look around him to see who else might have been around he saw that there was no one else. Only a few people across the way and they seemingly hadn’t even noticed her.

He turned his focus back on her and hooked one thumb through his belt loop as he leaned back and enjoyed the slayers little show.


Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean you’ll know
You’ll know


Buffy didn’t even care that she was purposely putting on a little show for her supposed mortal enemy. The liquor in her had her loosened up and feeling hot. She felt sexy and she knew Spike was a purely sexual creature. You’d have to be blind not to see it in him, in the way he fought. Buffy didn’t care what happened to her tonight. She may end up bloodied, bruised, maybe he’d finally succeed in killing her.

She didn’t care.

Right now all she wanted was him up against her with his arms around her, moving his body against hers.


Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
I keep my visions to myself
It’s only me
Who wants to wrap around your dreams and...
Have you any dreams you’d like to sell?


Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was because he just hadn’t gotten any in a very, very long time now, but watching the slayer, his slayer, up there moving in a way that suggested she was maybe looking for something a little more than just dancing was driving him absolutely hog wild. He wanted to touch her, feel her body moving against his.

He took a long swig of whiskey straight out of the bottle and stood, and before he could stop himself he was moving toward her.


Dreams of loneliness...
Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...
And what you lost...
And what you had...
And what you lost


Buffy’s heart started to race as Spike came at her slowly, like a predator hunting its prey, only she wasn’t alarmed or frightened. She was excited.

When he ghosted his fingers along her shoulders Buffy felt like electricity was crackling between them. He brushed his fingers all the way down her arms and entwined their fingers at the base, moving with her and watching her all at the same time. Buffy never felt so charged.


Thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you’ll know


Spike pulled her back flush against his abdomen, and instantly relished in how warm and soft she was. He’d never felt such power over her before. It would be the perfect instant to sink his fangs in her, bleed her dry. Kill her and finish his healing. It’d be two birds with one stone.

But he didn’t want that.

He breathed in her perfume and shampoo and whatever else it was that made her smell the way she smelled, and Spike was instantly lost to her.

He placed his hands on her hips and they moved their bodies as one.


Oh thunder only happens when it’s raining
Players only love you when they’re playing
Say women... they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean... you’ll know


His body fit perfectly against hers, and the moment they started to move together Buffy let all thoughts of Angel, of Angelus, of all the killing, all the torture and fear, go. It was just her and Spike, moving to the sounds of Fleetwood Mac, enjoying each other’s company and embrace.

She was incredibly turned on, more so than she had ever been in her life, and if the bulge pressing ino her bottom was any indication, Spike was turned on too.


You’ll know


Spike knew what she was doing. She was trying to forget about the disaster that was Angelus. She wanted to be a girl for the night, not the slayer. She was taking a risk doing it with him, a master vampire but she knew it, and Spike also knew that she didn’t care it was him because if he decided to kill her tonight, she would welcome it.

He didn’t like that thought.

He would let her be a woman tonight, but he wouldn’t even think of killing her. He wanted to make her feel good again, bring that fire back into her eyes. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt a much stronger pull to this girl, more than just slayer-vampire. No, he wanted her. Even if only for tonight he wanted to share his misery with her, and forget about all of it with her. Tonight there would be no Buffy and Angel, no Spike and Dru. It was just Spike and Buffy.


You will know


Spike spun Buffy in his arms so he was facing her and she immediately looked to his eyes. He was saying so much to her without actually speaking, and even without the words she knew what he was telling her.

She took notice of his scarring, and his extremely skinny state. Dru hadn’t been taking care of him. He probably felt pretty much the same as she did then. When she looked back into his eyes they were darker, and he pressed his bulge against her center. He wanted her. It sent a pool of liquid streaming out of her and into her panties. She wanted him so badly, and she was ready for him.

Standing in the center of the darkened room they panted together, staring into one another’s eyes waiting for someone to make a move. Buffy’s hands roamed under Spikes jacket and all over his chest. His hands rubbed circles on her sides and buttocks. They were live wires ready to spark and neither of them cared that they were supposed to kill each other. Right now, tonight, none of that mattered.


Oh oh oh you’ll know


x X x X x

x X x X x


Neither one of them were exactly sure how they’d gotten there, but they had made it all the way from the bar to Buffy’s house, and were currently wrestling with each other to remove offending pieces of clothing all the while trying to make it up the stairs without putting holes in the wall.

At first Buffy had panicked, afraid of waking her mother when she remembered that Joyce was doing an overnight shipment at the gallery. She and Spike had the whole house to themselves, and this excited her. Her one and only experience with Angel had been so vanilla, she knew Spike wouldn’t be, and for that she was grateful.

Finally pushing their way through Buffy’s bedroom door, Buffy backed away for a moment to take him in. He had lost the duster in the foyer, along with the red dress shirt. His t-shirt had been discarded somewhere in the hallway and his boots were undone, ready to be kicked off. He was panting for unneeded air, and for some reason Buffy found that to be incredibly sexy. But the fact that his ribs were showing unnerved her a little. Yeah he was a vampire, but it still wasn’t right to starve him.

Spike watched as Buffy’s face went from lusty vixen to concerned, and had a feeling he knew what she was staring at. He would have none of that. They had come this far and weren’t going to stop for a round of who feels bad for who. He began to saunter toward her, slowly unfastening his belt. This caught her attention and instantly her eyes went dark again, panties soaked, and she was looking at him like a hungry wolf.

He got up close to her and watched as her chest heaved in response to her invasion of space. She looked up into his eyes and he smirked. Pinching the fabric on her shoulders he spoke the first words they exchanged all night. “You’re wearing far too many clothes for this, luv.” Buffy’s knees wobbled at the deep rumble of his sensuous voice and she leaped into his arms.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled back just enough to give him a perfect view of her pert little breasts as she pulled her shirt and tank top over her head and tossed them to the floor. Spike unclasped her bra with one hand and threw the lacy garment aside and immediately latched onto a nipple, eliciting a heated gasp from Buffy.

She tossed her head back and pressed his head into her chest. His talented tongue flickered over the rosy bud before sucking it hard, releasing it with a loud plop so he could tend to the other. Buffy rubbed her center against the rough denim at his groin and felt the reverberations of a growl as he spun and dropped her on the bed.

Kneeling at her feet he leaned over her and slowly unzipped her slacks, pulling them down tantalizingly slow and all the while drinking her in. Buffy trembled in anticipation, and by the way Spike was looking at her now, she felt this was going to be a very satisfying experience.

Spike felt as if he were drooling over her. The sight before him was probably the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, in both his life and unlife, and he’d existed a really long time. Laying there, hair sprayed out all around her head, smooth, tan body exposed for his viewing pleasure. Her breasts were small but supple and he wanted to wrap his mouth around them and suck until she was bruised. All she wore at the moment were red lace panties and black heeled boots that covered her entire calf. He thought about asking her to leave them on then changed his mind. He wanted her completely uncovered when he took her.

Spike seemed to be lost in his own thoughts as his eyes roamed over her body. She began to feel a chill and wasn’t about to let this party end, so she did what she thought might get his attention. She snaked one hand down her torso and began rubbing herself through her panties.

When Spike saw her hand come down and start rubbing slow lazy circles through her soaked panties he had to fight off shooting his load into his jeans. The slayer was laid out before him, one hand on her clit, the other above her head, squirming and waiting for him to make a move.

Spike lifted one booted calf and looked at her pointedly, arching a brow and curling his tongue behind his teeth. She giggled at his obvious approval and he continued to pull her boot off, making quick work of the other before crawling up the bed and hovering over her. His eyes were glossed over from the alcohol he’d ingested earlier, but he could swear he saw her smirking at him as she reached into his jeans to pull him out. The second her hot little hand enveloped him his eyes fluttered shut. It had been so long since anyone had touched him, and she was so warm. He wanted to get lost in her forever.

She began to pump his length, eyes growing a little wider when she realized he was still getting bigger. For a moment she worried that he might not fit, after all she’d only done this once and she was pretty sure he was bigger than Angel had been.

As if reading her mind Spike smirked. “That ponce has nothing on me, sweets. I’ll show you what a real man can do.”

Buffy gasped at his words and licked her lips. She was so ready for this… she needed this. Quickly she began to use her feet to pull Spikes jeans the rest of the way down his legs, kicking his boots off at the same time.

Spike leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Buffy's lips before descending down her body. Coming level with her sex Spike inhaled, taking in her musky arousal. Because of Angelus’ big mouth, he knew for a fact no one had ever done this for her, and he was going to make sure it was a memorable experience. She wouldn’t be able to forget him if she tried.

He felt her tremble beneath him and he pressed a kiss to her mound before pulling the fabric aside and taking in the sight of her. She was perfect and pink and juicy, just waiting to be eaten up, and he couldn’t wait to devour her.

Almost immediately he dove forward and placed a long lazy lick from her anus up through her sweet folds. Already he knew he would love this taste forever, he would never be able to rid it from his memory. He would have Buffy taste in his mouth forever, and that was fine by him.

Buffy let out a loud moan and arched her back as she felt Spikes tongue invade her folds. Tingles shot up through her body and her nipples hardened even more, and she found herself rolling them between her own fingers to release some of the tension.

Spike threw her legs over his shoulders and used two fingers to separate her outer lips so he could get at what he really wanted. Nestled between glistening pink folds was the little nubbin that he would use to send her flying. When he felt her hand snake into his hair he knew it was time to continue, and with pointed tongue he drew patterns up along her lips, taking time to use blunt teeth to nibble the skin there.

Buffy was a moaning, gasping, babbling mess as Spike worked his magic on her pussy. Never before had she felt something so amazing, and she wondered what else there was that she had been missing this entire time. She found herself rising up off the bed to press into him as he used the flat of his tongue to press down firmly on her most sensitive spots.

Spike sucked his saliva and her juices off of her, pulling her clit into his mouth as he did so. She let out a light scream and her hips rose so he pulled her folds apart again and flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit.

“Oh god, Spike!” she gasped. “Oh fuck…”

Spike felt a huge surge at the first sound of his name passing through her lips and he quickly brought one hand up and inserted two fingers into her slick channel. Not wasting any time he curled them upward until he found the spongy spot he was looking for. While vigorously pumping his fingers he found her clit again and sucked it into his mouth, biting down on it.

In a flash Buffy’s walls began to clamp down on Spikes fingers and fireworks went off in front of her. “Oh Spiiiiiike!” Her eyes squeezed shut and she fisted her sheets as wave after wave of bliss washed over her, causing her entire body to quake beneath the vampire that had caused it.

Spike lapped at her entrance as small gushes of hot liquid seeped out of her. He made sure to catch every drop and swallow it down, savoring her unique flavor and committing it to memory. It wasn’t until her body stopped shaking and her heartbeat slowed a little that he stopped licking her center and looked up at her face.

She was flushed and panting, and when her eyes met his all bets were off. In a flurry of motion Buffy pulled Spike up to her and completely removed her panties so that they were both completely nude. Licking her lips she took hold of him in her hand again, causing his eyes to close in ecstasy. She pumped him in her hand, swirling her thumb across the seeping tip then placing it in her mouth, never taking her eyes off him.

He watched her mouth as her little pink tongue darted out to clean her thumb of his spendings, and his cock twitched, pressing against her entrance. “Come on,” she prodded. “Show me what else a real man can do…”

Spikes eyes flashed gold and he placed both hands on either side of her head, and in one swift fluid motion, thrust himself into her. Coming to a stop when he was fully sheathed inside of her he gasped, “So bloody tight, fuck, Buffy…”

Buffy swallowed and gasped. “Oh my god…”

“Scorching me, so fucking hot, I forgot you’d be so fucking hot…”

“So much bigger… so big…”

Spike pulled out and pushed back in; stretching her to accommodate him and to keep her from strangling him, and it caused Buffy to moan rather loudly in his ear, a sound he was sure he would crave in the future.

Buffy knew he would be big, and that it would be a tight fit, but the way he stretched her was so incredibly satisfying, she was sure he’d already ruined her for other men. Cold lonely nights in the future would have her wishing he was there with her, and that thought alone was almost enough to completely sober her up.

Almost.

Biting her bottom lip and smiling up at her mortal enemy she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him to go even deeper.

Spike chuckled and rocked back and forth ever so slightly as he looked down at the smiling minx beneath him. “Is kitten ready to play?”

Buffy nodded and moaned. “Teach me, Spike.”

“Hang on, baby,” Spike said as he braced himself and began to pound into her, making sure not to hold back.

Buffy screamed her appraisal as sounds of damp flesh smacking damp flesh resonated throughout the room. The tingles each brush of his cock against her g-spot brought were enough to make her a shrieking, smiling fool. She placed her hands above her on the headboard to stiffen her body up in order to feel Spikes brutal assault on her body just a little bit more.

“Oh fuck, Buffy… feel so good…”

Spikes ranting boosted her confidence. After what Angel had said to her, her self confidence had taken a beating, but listening to Spike now, with him being such a sexual person, Buffy felt a major boost, and it only served to heighten her pleasure.

In a swift move, Buffy used her slayer strength to flip Spike onto his back. She was in the mood to try a little something different. “Ungh, yeah, ride me slayer, ride me at a gallop that’s it…” Spike babbled as Buffy alternated from rocking back and forth, grinding her pelvis into his, and bouncing up and down. Spike made sure to keep a firm, bruising grasp on her hips, helping guide her at the right rhythm for both of them.

Once they found the perfect angle and rhythm Buffy’s eyes involuntarily clenched shut and tingles worked their way up her body. “Oh god Spike, I’m gonna-“

“Do it, baby, tha’s it. Cum for me…”

Hearing Spike egg her on really sent her over the edge, and for a moment as her back straightened up, everything went black.

"Oh god, Spike!"

Her body squeezed and milked Spike for all he was worth, and with his lack of strength he couldn’t hold on any longer. Within seconds of his slayers second orgasm Spike found himself spilling his seed into her womb with such force, that it instantly triggered a third orgasm from Buffy. “Oh fuck oh fuck Buffffyyy…”

Her body became still atop Spikes, and for several minutes all they could do was take in heavy gulps of air and stare at one another. Buffy knew she had already experienced three mind altering orgasms, and Spike only had one and yet he looked so exhausted, as if it took all he had in him to exert such energy.

She looked down at his otherwise perfect torso, taking in the additional scarring and bruising that was no doubt a result of the organ falling on top of him. “I can’t believe you’re not dead…”

Spike blinked and tried to muster up a smirk but couldn’t. “Am dead, luv.”

Buffy tilted her head and gave him a look. “You know what I mean.”

Spike nodded ever so slowly and squeezed her thighs. “How did we go from me trying to kill your hunnie and you crushing me with a ten ton organ, to this?”

Buffy smirked and shook her head, looking away from him. “Because said hunnie went evil and began to ruin both our lives, thus giving us something in common...”

“Right…”

Buffy felt guilty when she looked down at him. She knew at the time it was her duty, to both Angel and the world to be rid of Spike that day, but after what they’d shared tonight Buffy felt a pull toward him that she was afraid she might not be able to shake.

Buffy moved off of Spike, instantly feeling a loss when he slipped out of her, and curled up next to him, pulling the blanket up over them. “Spike, there’s something I want you to do, and you have to do it now before I change my mind, okay?”

“What’s that. Then?”

Buffy swallowed hard and looked over at him, all thoughts of what they had just shared making her blush. “I want you to drink from me.” When he didn’t respond right away, instead staring at her with his mouth slightly open, Buffy continued. “It’ll help you heal faster. Slayer blood and all…”

“Buffy, slayer, you’re playing with fire there…”

“I know,” she smirked as she rubbed her calf up along his. “But it’s the least I can do… I feel responsible…”

In a flash Spike had Buffy on her back, and she giggled at his eager reaction. “Luv, you’ve already made me a pretty happy bloke tonight, you don’t have to feel bad,” he said kissing her chest and stealing a lick of her nipple.

Buffy closed her eyes and ran a hand through his hair. “Spike, I want you to… please…”

Spike, being as weak and hungry as he was, couldn’t argue with her any more and looked up at her with lust filled eyes. “Where?”

Buffy swallowed and blinked a few times. “Anywhere you want…”

Spikes cock sprang back to life at the thought of being able to bite Buffy, the slayer, anywhere he wanted with her permission, and although he would have loved to bite her neck so that everyone could see, he knew a place that would be nice and private and pleasurable for her.

Leaving wet, soft kisses down her body, he leveled his face with her center again, and quickly placed a kiss there before stroking her softly with his fingers.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut and she moaned softly, rolling her head from side to side. She knew this entire night had been absolutely surreal, and none of it really made sense, but she had lost all ability to care. With Spike stroking her with his talented fingers and caressing her with his strong hands, Buffy had never felt more like a woman in her entire life. This, she suspected, was how sex was supposed to make you feel… happy, sated, and loved, even if only for a few hours.

She gasped loudly when Spike inserted three fingers and pumped at a slow and steady pace, pushing her closer and closer to euphoria with each purposeful stroke.

Spike watched her face as he thrust his fingers in and out, memorizing her beauty and strength. Indeed, he would never forget this night, and in a way he felt he should thank Dru for being so heartless, or he never would have experienced this miraculous night with this amazing girl.

Soon, Spike felt Buffy’s inner walls begin to flutter and spasm around his long fingers, and his eyes shifted from blue to gold as he silently shifted to his vampire visage and leaned in closer to her center. As she started to pant and grasp at the sheets Spike placed a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh.

“I will never forget this night, Buffy. Never forget you…”

With no warning whatsoever, Spikes fangs sliced into Buffy’s thigh like butter, instantly triggering the most explosive, mind boggling orgasm she was sure she would ever experience. Her body quaked as Spike drew long drags of blood from her leg, stroking her sex to keep the pleasure flowing as long as possible.

Buffy never felt an ounce of pain through the entire ordeal, instead feeling like she was floating above her bed, basking in the aftershocks. She never felt his fangs leave her leg or her wounds seal up as she drifted further away from consciousness, and before she knew it, all the bright colors, all the fireworks, faded to black.


x X x X x


The sun shining on her face the next morning was what brought Buffy out of the most peaceful, relaxed slumber she had felt in a long while. Taking in a deep breath and stretching beneath her sheets she couldn’t help the small smile that spread across her face when she opened her eyes and realized she’d slept in until almost eleven, something she hadn’t been able to do in a long while.

Slowly she sat up and looked around her room, trying to remember the events of the night before. Her smile faded as she remembered the night at the high school, fending off tortured spirits and her encounter with Angelus. Then flashes of a night with Spike flooded her mind and she looked around the room.

It had to have been a dream.

There were no clothes strewn across the floor, and the bedding next to her looked made, a sign that no one was in there with her the night before. Also, she felt completely rested. If she had been up with Spike the night before she would’ve only gotten to sleep around five thirty… and that wouldn’t have given her a full nights rest. She felt like she had gotten a full nights rest.

A bit confused, and surprisingly disappointed, Buffy threw the covers off herself and leaned to grab her robe when she spotted the folded piece of paper on her nightstand. Brow’s furrowed; she opened the piece of paper and read…


No, luv, it wasn’t a dream…


At first Buffy felt a small wave of panic, then relaxed when the rest of the night flashed through her mind. She had enjoyed it, thoroughly, and there was really nothing that could change that.

She closed her eyes and smiled, shaking her head before opening them and idly flipping the piece of paper over, surprised to find one more note.


Next time you need a little release, just touch the scar…


Buffy was a bit taken back. What did that mean? What sca-

Oh shit…

Suddenly Buffy remembered what she had let Spike do and she felt her whole body turn red. What had she been thinking? He could have killed her! She blacked out and everything! Who knows what he could have done…

In a panic she pushed the blankets off her legs and looked at her right thigh. Sure enough, right there just inches away from her most private area, was an already healed vampire bite. Much to her relief it wasn’t too big, just two small puncture marks with light scarring connecting the two. It wasn’t too noticeable. She’d have to be flashing people some serious pink in order for anyone to notice it.

Breathing heavily, Buffy looked up at the piece of paper again.


…touch the scar…


She thought about it for a second, deciding if she really should or not. Not being able to really find any reason not to, she carefully let her middle finger swipe across the mark, and almost instantly she felt a wave of tingles and moisture in her womb.

Oh now this could be useful…

Smiling to herself, Buffy looked at the piece of paper and shook her head.

Spike…

Taking a deep breath, Buffy couldn’t seem to shake the smile that was plastered on her face. None of it made sense, it certainly shouldn’t have happened, but it did, and she loved every bit of it. It was her life, so what if she fucked her mortal enemy? It was too fucking good to pass up…

Buffy stood and stretched her hands high above her head, feeling better than she had in months. Grabbing her robe she made her way toward the bathroom. A hot shower and a little scar experimentation would be a good way to start off the new day…


x X x X x


Spike popped up through the tunnel entrance of the mansion, smirking when he saw Angelus standing by the doorway staring at Spikes discarded wheelchair out in the sunny garden area.

Angelus sensed him as he came closer and turned to face him, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “And here I thought you burned up in the garden. How disappointing.”

Spike didn’t bother saying anything back, just smirked and continued to walk past his grand sire. “Oh don’t worry about looking for Dru. She’s pretty exhausted. I already took care of her, if you know what I mean.” Spike just chuckled once and nodded, smiling. It was then that Angelus noticed all the scarring on his face was gone and that he looked one hundred percent again. He didn’t like it. “Where were you all night?”

Spike turned to face him but continued to walk backwards toward the room he no longer shared with Dru. He shrugged. “Around,” he replied then turned and walked into his room, leaving the stunned vampire behind him to smell what trailed behind him.

He smelled like blood, sex, and the slayer…

“Just for the record, mate,” Spike said with one hand on the door as he pulled a lacy red garment out of his back pocket and dangled it. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Angelus’ mouth dropped open and before he could say anything else, Spike slammed the door in his face.

Inside his room Spike shrugged his duster off and opened his bed side drawer, tucking the lacy garment inside. He kicked off his boots and flopped backwards on his bed, singing to himself…

“Like a heartbeat... drives you mad...
In the stillness of remembering what you had...”


THE END