It shouldn’t really have ever happened. It was an anomaly. A Slayer and a vampire falling in love?

Impossible!

However, the irresponsible actions of a budding witch made such an event come to pass.

Willow Rosenberg had never learned to respect magic. She saw the world as something to bend to her wills and whims, and the people in it as her playthings. It didn’t seem like manipulation to her at all. It just seemed sensible. After all, she was a witch with untamed power to wield. Of course, as easy as it is to condemn her actions, in some ways it was understandable…she was in pain. And a human heart in pain is liable to act out in the most stupid of ways.

But blinding Giles surely wasn’t on the agenda when she decided to foolishly cast her ‘Will be done’ spell. Unfortunately, that was just one of the multitude of side effects that her indulgences in the dark arts created. It’s fair to say that little indiscretion paled in comparison with causing two mortal enemies to want to marry each other.

Buffy and Spike had shared a mutual hatred ever since he barreled into town with a yen to make her his third dead Slayer. It was a comfortable kind of hatred for both of them. They knew just where they were at with each other. Mutual loathing is often a lot less complex than mutual love or even attraction. They could never have known what was cooking in the brain of a heartbroken red headed little witch.

That was the night that everything changed. Their contempt for one another evaporated into the ether. Suddenly the blond haired, leather clad vampire was down on knee asking her to be his bride and she was accepting with the boundless delight of a woman in love. Blue eyes radiated blissful joy when the sweet melody of her acceptance reached his ears. He slipped one of his tacky skull rings over her finger and she made a pledge to become his.

Neither Buffy nor Spike had ever been as happy as they were at that moment. Sure, in the past they hadn’t exactly gotten along, but all that was consigned to the past. Sometimes when love hits you, you just know it’s the real thing. They couldn’t wait to become husband and wife.

There was so much planning to be done!

However, before they could truly contemplate their happy nuptials, they knew they had to figure out poor Giles’ blindness problem.

Spike was the one who realized that it had to be some kind of spell, even though he didn’t have any inkling that Willow was the culprit. No one suspected her. Buffy admired him for his deductive skills in figuring out that someone had put a spell on Giles though. She almost swooned at the thought that her husband was just as smart as he was dashing. It was no mean feat to make a non-swoony Slayer feel all swoony. She couldn’t believe she was going to be so lucky as to make this man hers forever and ever.

“If we’re going to make the Watcher see again, what we need is a general reversal spell,” the vampire declared to his bride-to-be and her Watcher, flashing the girl a little wink that made her heart race.

“Okay, good. We have some kind of plan then. I guess we need supplies?” Buffy asked. She tried to dampen down her attraction for the moment but the twitching of Spike’s nose told her that he could smell her simmering arousal.

“Yeah, we’ll need a few things for the spell and then hey presto, the old boy’s mended,” Spike grinned.

“You’re going to help me?” Giles asked suspiciously, disbelief coloring his tone. Normally the Watcher didn’t trust his fellow Brit as far as he could throw him. However, judging by Spike’s marriage proposal to his charge earlier that evening, things were not exactly normal right now.

Spike stood at the bookcase, perusing the old volumes on the shelf for the spell that they needed. Although he’d never gotten along with the man before, he was actually happy to help Giles. After all, the man was practically his father-in-law now.

“Yeah, course I’m gonna help you, mate,” Spike agreed, ignoring the other man’s quiet disbelieving scoff.

Buffy walked over to Spike and put a hand on his arm, before turning to Giles.

“Spike is like family now, Giles. I wish you would try to get along with him,” Buffy said to the man she considered her surrogate father.

Giles didn’t react. He would try to deal with this situation once he was in possession of all of his senses again. He was convinced that his Slayer had most certainly lost all of hers.

Finally finding the spell he required, Spike punched the air. “Aha! Got it!” The vampire quickly scanned the ingredients. “We need some hemlock, duck feathers, taggis root and leaf of Phlegethon. This spell’s a piece of piss, pet. Won’t have any trouble with doing it.”

“Well, Buffy, perhaps you would be so kind as to go and purchase the supplies now,” Giles said hopefully.

“Okay,” Buffy agreed. “I guess Spike can stay with you.”

Spike couldn’t say he liked that idea all that much. He was embracing the idea of Giles as family but being stuck with the old man while Buffy was gone didn’t sound like the most appealing way to spend the evening. Especially as it was their first evening as man and wife to be. He would much rather be spending his time with his new fiancée.

“Why don’t you toddle off to bed for a lie down, Dad, and me and the Slayer will go out and get the supplies to work this spell,” he suggested, his eyes flicking from Giles to Buffy. The latter was smiling dreamily at him and he returned her dazzling smile with one of his own.

God, he loved this girl.

“Please don’t call me ‘Dad’, Spike,” Giles requested dryly.

“That’s a great idea, Spike!” Buffy gushed, ignoring Giles grumpy comment of dissent and crossing the few feet between them to wrap her arms around her fiancé. She nuzzled his neck, breathing in his earthy scent as she did so.

God, she loved this man.

Spike pulled her closer to him, leaning down to caress her lips gently with his own. His tongue tangled with hers as the kiss deepened, but they were interrupted by a cough before their hands could wander.

“Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking!” Giles said, annoyed at their behavior and in dire need of a drink.

The pair reluctantly pulled away from each other and Spike flashed his bride-to-be a smoldering look that promised there would be much more to come. She responded with a coy grin that told him she was just as excited as he was to be alone together.

Even when she inexplicably hated him, Buffy recalled that she had always noticed how attractive Spike was…in a ‘stuck in the 80’s’ kind of way. Even during those dark days when they were enemies she couldn’t deny he was one sexy vamp. But now her desire reached far beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Her nipples hardened like two tiny bullets and her panties grew moist and creamy just thinking about him.

And he was all hers.

As soon as they had gotten Giles settled in his bed with a full bottle of whiskey and a glass by his side, the pair headed out into the warm night.

It was hard to make any progress toward the magic store when they stopped to kiss and grope each other every few moments. They ignored the looks from the few people who were out walking the streets. As if their opinions counted anyway! Anyone that was dumb enough to walk around Sunnydale at night couldn’t have much of a brain.

“Stop it, honey,” she warned him as his hand slipped under her top. The Slayer loved her vampire but she wasn’t sure that she was kinky enough to straddle him on the sidewalk. Which is what she might end up doing if he didn’t quit it. Buffy tried to ignore the delicious stir that his fingers caused under her bra. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

“Can’t stop,” Spike whispered pulling her closer to him and flicking open her bra strap.

“Spike!” she hissed reproachfully, slapping his hand away.

Two older ladies passed them at that moment, flashing the young lovers reprimanding looks.

“Well, I never,” one of the older women commented loudly. “This town is going to hell in a hand basket!”

Buffy stifled a laugh. That woman didn’t know how close to the truth she was.

“You would never have seen girls behaving like that when we were young,” the other woman replied. “Such harlots these days!”

Buffy’s face fell at her words and Spike felt anger ignite in his chest. He wasn’t exactly known for his calm and restraint and if he could have he would have torn out their viscera and made them wear them as a scarf. Unfortunately, he had to merely settle for using words as his weapons.

“Yeah, wanna watch you don’t get eaten, you dried up, dozy old bints. Though I wager it’s been a while since any man’s wanted to eat you’s,” Spike yelled after them, earning an elbow in his ribs from Buffy.

“Spike!”

“Oof!” Her sharp little elbow jabbed him again and he turned his eyes to her incredulously. After defending her honor he’d expected a movie style kiss, not bruised ribs and a half punctured lung. “What’s the matter now?”

“You can’t talk to people like that,” she glared at him, wincing at the glares the women shot at them as they retreated, before adding under her breath, “Even when they are heinous bitches.”

“Well they should mind their own bloody business.” He kissed her softly. “No mad old chits’ll get away with insulting my baby girl.”

“You’re so good to me,” Buffy smiled, immediately softening as his hands crept back under her top. “Oh, I wish we didn’t have to wait until the wedding. I want you so much right now and the wedding’s months away.” She pouted at the thought of having to hold out for such a long time.

“Why do we have to wait?” the vampire inquired, a little hope trickling through his voice. Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be buried deep inside her right now.

“Because, it’s supposed to be special,” Buffy pouted in a way that did nothing to suppress his libido.

“Love,” he said turning to gaze at her, “it will be special no matter when we do it. Waiting for some bloody meaningless ceremony before we shag won’t make a difference.”

Buffy’s face darkened as she listened to his words.

“You think our wedding is gonna be meaningless?” she asked hotly through clenched teeth.

Spike felt a block of ice settle in the pit of his stomach. The vampire had big feet and he knew he spent a lot of time with both of them stuffed in his mouth, but he felt like he’d really gone and done it now.

“I didn’t bloody well mean it that way!”

“Then how did you mean it?” Her face was a mask of anger and hurt and a frisson of guilt seared through him.

“I just meant…look, pet…we don’t need a ceremony to tell us what our love means. Our wedding will be the best day of my whole life. And that’s a bloody long life, you know? But with or without it, the way I feel about you transcends words and ceremonies and everything else. So don’t you ever think that I don’t want to marry you! But I already love you so much that with or without a piece of paper to tell us that we’re wed, making love to you will be more special than anything.”

He waited with bated breath for a moment, watching a plethora of emotions play out over her face. Awe, surprise, disbelief and love all battled for dominance until love finally won out.

“Oh, Spike!” she gushed, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet his lips with her own. “You’re right. And God help me, I need you now. I need you inside of me.”

He felt all the blood rush to his nether regions at her words, and his face brightened.

“Can we go to your dorm room, love?” he inquired hopefully.

“No,” she shook her head, “Willow’s there. Somehow I don’t think she’ll be cool with us making with the happies while she’s moaning and crying about Oz. And totally not the good kind of moaning either. Pity parties and hot, sweaty sex are just…un-meshy things.”

Dampening down his excitement at the idea of sweaty shagging with his beautiful slayer Spike let out a deep sigh.

“Oh.” He hung his head, a little disheartened. “Guess we’re done for then.”

“Yeah…I guess…Oh!” Buffy brightened and flashed him a dazzling grin. “My Mom’s in Chicago with Aunt Arlene! We can go there. The house is empty.”

“Mmm…empty huh?” His head tilted as his tongue wiggled behind his teeth.

And there was the swoonage again.

“Yup!”

“So we can be as loud as we want?”

“Sure. We can make with the…”

“The loud sweaty sex?”

Buffy blushed adorably and Spike kissed the top of her head, breathing in her sweet scent.

“Let’s scarper to your gaff then,” Spike urged.

“Let’s huh now with the what?” Buffy wrinkled her nose at his words.

“Scarper,” he chuckled. “Scapa flow…go. And your gaff is where you’re about to get shagged bloody silly.”

“Okay, you lost me about ten blocks back. Be kind rewind, honey.”

“It’s Cockney slang love.” At her blank look he heaved a sigh. “Never mind, pet. It’s good ol’ proper English instead of the massacred stuff you speak so I wouldn’t expect you to understand it.”

“Hey!”

Spike ignored her shriek of mock outrage and grinned. “Let’s go to your Mum’s place.”

“Okay, baby. Oh…wait! We have to get the supplies for the spell first,” Buffy said apologetically.

“But I want you now!” Spike pouted, his tone reminiscent of an impatient child. He looked so cute when he did that. His lower lip was so bitable!

"And I want you too, but we need to get the supplies for Giles first and then we'll have all night together. All night to…make as much noise as we want to while we make sweet love to each other."

It was the promise of making her scream as loudly as he desired that crumbled him. With a nod, he acquiesced and followed behind her. He knew at that moment that he would always follow her anywhere.

As it turned out, the trip to the magic store was a wasted one, seeing as how they were all out of taggis root and the spell was useless without that key ingredient.

"I guess it's gonna have to wait until tomorrow," Buffy said sadly as she and Spike exited the store, feeling a little guilty that they wouldn’t be able to perform the spell on Giles that evening.

"Your Watcher'll be okay, sweetheart," he reassured her, pulling her to him and kissing her. "The bloke in the shop said they'll be getting more in tomorrow."

She nodded in agreement. Spike could make everything better with just a word. Already he was becoming like a rock to her. She didn’t doubt that he would be there to catch her if she were to trip or fall.

She wondered what she’d done to deserve such an amazing man in her life.

Suddenly something caught the Slayer's eye and she grabbed a hold of Spike's hand, pulling him along the street.

They stood in front of a store window that was filled with the most beautiful and extravagant wedding gowns that the Slayer had ever seen. In that moment all her childhood dreams of being a bride came rushing back. She could picture herself swathed in layers of silk and chiffon as she glided down the aisle to meet her true love at the altar.

"Look at these dresses, Spike!" she exclaimed, her eyes growing wide as saucers as she drank in the sight of all dresses that were on display. They were so magical! "Aren't these just perfect?"

"Yeah," he agreed with a nod. "Pretty bits of frills. Would prefer you to walk naked down the aisle though. Now that'd be a treat!" His eyes glazed over as the image formed in his brain.

"We are so not having a naked wedding, Spike!"

“Why not?” Oh! There was that pout again. She sucked that naughty lower lip into her mouth and kissed him deeply.

When she finally pulled back from their embrace, she sighed contentedly. “Because a naked wedding is icky, honey. And I don’t think our guests would appreciate it.”

“I guess that’s a fair point,” Spike conceded when the image of a naked Xander acting as an usher and naked Giles walking Buffy down the aisle invaded his consciousness. A shiver of disgust coursed through him. “Not sure I fancy seeing any of those gits in the buff. Only like seeing my Buffy in the buff.”

Their lips locked once again, his tongue dueling with her own. Her arms wound their way around his neck while her fingers played with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. His hand was splayed over the small of her back, creeping down toward the plump swell of her ass when they encountered an interruption that made Spike’s dead blood boil.

"Buffy?" a disbelieving voice said, rudely infringing on their romantic moment.

The lovers turned at the sound of the intrusive voice and Spike glowered at the overfed scarecrow that was looming over them.

"Riley!" Buffy exclaimed, blushing slightly at the fact that she’d gotten caught practically humping someone on Main Street.

The vampire’s eyes flitted from Buffy to the oaf and back again, and he could see the recollection in both of their eyes. So she knew this chump who’d rudely interrupted them? Spike almost laughed out loud. It was obvious from the way he was looking at her that this idiot had designs on his girl, but the guy would never get a look-in. However, Spike still wanted to make it clear just whose girl Buffy was. He fixed his most badass expression on his face and glared at the taller man.

"What are you doing here...and who's this?" Riley asked, his eyes flickering distastefully over the bleached punk next to this sweet girl.

"Oh, this is Spike...my fiancé!" Buffy glowed with the typical euphoria of a newly betrothed bride, her hand outstretched as she proudly displayed Spike’s ring on her finger.

"Fiancé?" Riley looked bewildered. "I thought you were single."

"No, don’t be silly. I'm in love! We're getting married."

"Married?" Riley's tone was flat and disbelieving, his eyes darting from one blond to the other.

"Yeah, married," Spike repeated with more than a hint of amusement coloring his voice. "So if you don't mind..." He flicked two fingers at the larger man in a gesture that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but ‘bloody well fuck off right now.’

“When did this happen?” Riley asked, swallowing audibly and licking his lips.

“Oh, around an hour ago,” Buffy grinned.

“An hour ago…” Riley repeated dumbly.

“Yeah…got some kind of comprehension problem when it comes to understanding simple bloody English, Cornbread?” Spike smirked nastily.

Riley squinted at him, sizing up his competition. He already knew that he didn’t like this man. He was vulgar and rude and clearly not good enough for Buffy.

"Hey, you look a little familiar!" Riley said, recalling seeing this man before even though he couldn't place him.

"Probably got one of those faces, mate."

"I don't think so. Most people that look like you got left behind in the 80's," Riley responded smugly.


Spike glared at the other man and lit a cigarette, casual and deliberate, blowing the smoke into Riley's face.

"Shouldn't think we move in the same circles, Whitebread," Spike replied. "Given that you look about as much fun as being stone cold sober at a teenybopper concert."

“As opposed to looking like I just escaped from a biker gang?” the taller man bit back haughtily, his pride wounded.

“Now, now, little boy. I don’t think you’re ready to play with the big boys so you better hold that tongue unless you’re ready to lose it.”

The two men were at a stand-off, both glaring at each other with equal amounts of contempt. The Slayer totally wasn’t in the mood for this. All she wanted to do was get back to Revello Drive and have Spike make sweet love to her all night long. But their stupid male posturing was ruining everything!

"Are we done with the pissing contest now?" Buffy asked with a sigh, annoyed at the amount of testosterone in the air.

Spike relaxed at the sound of her voice, and proudly put his arm around her waist.

"Yeah, we're done. Anyway, we gotta go, lamb," Spike told Buffy, pinching her ass playfully and laughing when she slapped his chest with a giggle. "Got places to be...things to do." The tone of his voice left no doubt as to what they were going to go do.

“You’re going off with him?” Riley asked in shock, dejection lacing his voice.


She nodded and her face grew serious as she turned to Riley.

"You're a sweet guy, Riley, and I like you…I do. But I'm in love with Spike. He completes me," Buffy told him as gently as possible, nervously licking her lips.

She did feel a little guilty when Riley looked so devastated. It hadn’t been her intention to hurt his feelings, but how could Riley Finn ever hope to compete with someone as wonderful as Spike?

"Yeah, why don't you just toddle off, Cornbrain?" Spike suggested with a sneer. "Me and the lady here have plans...and they don't include you."

RIley glanced at Buffy but the Slayer was giggling as Spike's hands wandered all over her body. Riley grimaced at the image, wishing he could erase it from his brain.

"Listen, I'm just going to go," he announced, painfully aware that neither of them really cared where he went. "I'm going to go away and be...away."

He retreated into the night leaving the lustful lovers alone.

“How’d you know Lackbrain?” Spike asked, sucking on the pulse point on the side of her neck, which wasn’t really conducive to coherent Buffy thoughts.

“Lack…who? Oh. You mean Riley?”

“Yeah.”

“He’s…ah!” A hand slipped over her ultra-sensitive nipple. “I dropped a book on his head and we had a picnic.”

“Right,” Spike said skeptically as the seemingly unrelated facts. “Well the boy fancies the soddin’ knickers off you.”

“He’s sweet, in a Teutonic kinda way, but I’m yours,” she assured him, sensing his latent insecurities.

Spike often came across all bluster and attitude but she knew that beneath it all there was a soft center. Although the part of his anatomy that she could feel pressing against her hip right now was definitely not soft.

“Let’s forget about Riley,” she suggested, arching a brow.

"Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed. “So...time to take you to bed, love?" Spike asked, nibbling on her ear lobe.

"Mmm...abso-fucking-lutely!"

The walk to Revello Drive was pure torture. They both wanted to tear each other’s clothes off. The anticipation was almost too much for both the superbeings. All this waiting had only served to heighten their dire need for each other and they felt as if they would explode if they weren’t joined soon.

When they finally reached the house, Spike barely waited until they were through the door before he pushed her against a wall and hefted her into his arms. He smelled so good! His scent was a mixture of leather, cigarettes, alcohol and some kind of unidentifiable earthiness. Their lips sealed together once again and their kiss grew increasingly deeper and more passionate. Without hesitation she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist trying to pull him impossibly closer to her.

“Need you now!” she panted, a slight tremble coursing through her as the passion threatened to overwhelm the both of them.

“You’ve got me!” he replied, equally breathless in spite of the fact that he didn’t need to breathe. “God, love, I want to make this so good for you. I want to make your juices gush until you’re nothing but a writhing trembling little mess.”

Spurred on even more by his words she yanked his T-shirt over his head, reveling in the feel of his rigid muscles encased in a layer of pale soft skin. His pectorals danced under the delicate touch of her fingers, and when she gently scratched his nipples with her fingernails, his head tipped backward and a roar escaped his cherry colored lips. He needed her more desperately than he’d ever needed anything before.

“Fuck, need you, love. Gotta be in you or I might just bloody well dust right here.”

“Please! Please Spike. I need you too!”

Spike relieved her of her pants, moaning in loss as she had to take her legs from around him to shake them off. But moments later, she gripped him between her toned thighs again and ground her wet center into his crotch. Only two layers of material separated them, but it was two too many.

His hand found her panties and rubbed her womanhood through the outside of the material before creeping under the hem. At the first touch of his hands to her overheated flesh, Buffy thought she had died and gone to heaven. His cool fingers were indescribable against her heated skin and she moaned out her pleasure, throwing her head back so violently she almost put a dent in the wall.

“Like that do you?” he smirked cockily. “We’re only getting started, Kitten. This is just the tip of the iceberg. That sweet quim of yours has never felt anything like what I’m about to show it, sweetheart.”

His fingers wiggled inside her hole and his thumb found her clit as he moved it in a circular motion, feeling her juices spill onto his already moist hand. Curling his fingers upward, he began to stroke against the spongy wall of her insides, stimulating a spot that had never been touched before. The double stimulation coupled with the feel of his mouth on her neck sent her over the edge for the first time and she moaned out her pleasure without restraint.

“Ah! Oh God! Oh my God, Spike!” she cried out, her jaw clenching as her body rode the waves of pleasure that were rolling through her.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he told her, panting for unneeded breath. “Gotta be inside you, baby.”

She nodded her assent, and reached down to open his zipper. Buffy blinked in surprise as his large cock bobbed upward against his firm stomach. Considering the fact that he wasn’t the biggest vampire in height or stature, his cock was incredibly impressive. Not only was it long, it was also very thick and boasted a slight bend in the end. Buffy wasn’t an expert on the anatomy of the human…or demon…penis, but she could already tell that it would feel heavenly inside of her.

She took a deep breath when she felt him align himself with her entrance. All of a sudden he ripped away her panties, which had been pushed to the side, stuffing them into the pocket of his duster. Then he was driving into her and the whole world fell away. His lips were at her ear whispering all kinds of naughties and his dick was impossibly deep inside her cunt.

“Yeah, fuck! Take it Slayer,” he mumbled. “I know you love your Spike’s cock in that sweet little cunny. Such a good little Slayer ain’t you? Opening up for ole Spike here to let him shag those pretty little brains out.”

Never in her life had Buffy felt such pleasure before. It was like the pinnacle of the wildest, most forbidden fantasies a girl could dream of. She wished she could talk as eloquently as Spike, telling him just how good he felt buried within her. But she was still a little shy with expressing her sexuality in some ways and she was also pretty sure that she couldn’t form coherent words now even if she tried.

Neither of them lasted long. The pleasure was too intense and they had been waiting for this moment for too long to allow them do draw it out. The fuck was fast and frantic and their shuddering climaxes sent them sprawling to the ground as Spike’s legs turned to jell-o under the weight of his pleasure. The pair lay gasping in the dim light of the house, neither wanting to move or able to utter a word. Buffy vaguely wondered if this was the first time she had ever been able to render Spike speechless.

When they finally regained use of their senses, Spike smiled at his lover with a true genuine smile. It struck her that she had rarely, if ever, seen him smile so sweetly before.

She was drawn to kiss him, climbing on top of him as the kiss grew hotter. His dick was cradled against her velvety lips and she humped herself against him, needing him to fuck her again.

“Again?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and raising an eyebrow in a manner that made her pussy juices gush. He’d never suspected she could be such a wanton little kitten.

“Again,” Buffy agreed.

After two more times on the floor of the entrance hall, somehow they finally made it upstairs to her bedroom. They made love for the next few hours, sometimes softly and slowly, other times fast and furiously. Sometimes Spike would take control, pumping into her wet channel as he sucked on her firm breasts. Other times she would ride him like a pony, twisting his nipples between nimble fingers. She loved the way he cried out her name in tortured passion. They were almost one being, their bodies and hearts entwined in each other so they didn’t know where one ended and the other one began anymore.

Breathing hard after one particularly intense orgasm, Buffy finally relaxed against Spike’s chest. He absently ran nimble fingers down her arm, leaving goose-bumps in their wake.

“I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmured so quietly she almost missed his comment.

“Really?” she asked bashfully.

“Yeah, not even with Dru.”

“God, Spike,” she exclaimed sitting up and leaving the comfort of his embrace, “I wish you wouldn’t mention her name.”

“Buffy…”

“I mean…I know you’re probably gonna compare the both of us, which is kinda wiggy anyway, ‘cause being compared to nutball vampires…not so much of the good. But…I just want to be the best for you, and hearing you talk about her…well I hate it.”

“Buffy!” Spike interrupted her rambling tirade. He waited for her to look at him and when she finally did, he tried to convey his emotions through his open face. “She can’t even compare to you. I loved her once, but that’s in the past. You think that it doesn’t hurt to know you’re probably still hung up on your overly hair gelled ex-honey pot?”

“My…? You mean Angel?” Buffy frowned.

“Yeah, I mean him. The buggering thorn in my unlife,” Spike spit venomously.

“He was my…honey pot.” She smiled ironically at her words. “But that was a long time ago.”

“Not so long, pet. I still remember the pair of you making googly eyes at each other. Sickening, it was.”

“I can’t change the way I felt. Just like you can’t I guess,” she said with sudden realization. “But Angel is in my past, just like Dru’s in yours. It’s just you and me and forever now.”

“Forever?”

“Well, as long a forever as a Slayer can have.”

He lunged forward and grasped her tightly to him. “Not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“You can’t protect me, Spike,” she told him sadly. “I’m the Slayer. Dying for my calling is what I was born to do. You should know that better than most people.” Her last words were tinged with a little bitterness and he flinched at them.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and protect you. You can do all you want with the girl power bit, love. But I won’t budge from your side until the day I’m dust.”

Buffy smiled at his and snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss over where his dead heart lay. This vampire…this man…had no heartbeat. Technically he was cold and dead. And yet he was so vibrant and alive, more than most humans she knew. She wished she’d noticed it before. All those times they wasted fighting, they could have spent making love.

She rubbed up against him, wanting and needing him again to reaffirm their love and connection to each other. Against her leg she felt his cock resuming its hardness again and deftly moved her hand down to encircle him. He gasped at the feeling of his throbbing cool member in her hot little hand.

“I love how you feel,” she told him shyly, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes that was sparked by her words.

Buffy wriggled down the bed and got closer to his dick. This was the first real chance she’d gotten to take a good look at his penis. It was big…over seven inches, and thick. She shuddered as she recalled the way it felt inside her body…as if he was made for her.

It looked so…suckable.

Not taking the time to hesitate she licked the head, but almost jumped off the bed at his drawn out moan.

“Was that…bad?”

“Fuck no! That was…I’d love you to suck me, Buffy. The feeling of your tongue on my cock almost drove me over the bloody edge.”

“I don’t know…” she said, letting go of his penis and moving away a little.

“You don’t want to suck me?” he asked, a little bit hurt at her rejection.

“It’s not…It’s just I never…I mean this is the first time…”

“You’ve never sucked off a bloke before?” he asked with sudden understanding.

“Yeah,” she nodded, embarrassed.

“Well, I’m honored to be your first.”

He took ran a hand through her tangled hair and guided her face back to his dick. She gave his thick cock a long lick from base to tip. It felt like velvet covered steel in her mouth. She moaned around it sending delicious vibrations ricocheting through the engorged organ. Although the feeling of a hard penis in her mouth was a new sensation for her, she immediately fell in love with the feeling of power that holding his dick in her hands created.

“Oh, yeah! Just like that!” Spike groaned, clawing at the sheets beneath his tense form. His eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue bathed his cock with its silky, heated wetness.

Feeling emboldened, she wrapped her lips around the purplish head and took it into her mouth. She once read that you should suck a dick like you would suck a Popsicle. And so she did. She ran her mouth up and down his veiny dick, pausing at the top to swirl her tongue around the bell of his head, dipping into the slit with the very tip of her tongue. Her hands reached down to cup his large balls in her hand and she rolled and squeezed them gently. Pre-come was already oozing from the top of his cock and she licked off a little bead of it, savoring the taste in her mouth. It tasted like Spike.

“Put a finger inside me, Buffy,” Spike pleaded with wide eyes.

“Inside…you?” Buffy looked confused, her lower lip all pouty as she wondered what he meant.

“In my arse, love.”

“That…feels good?”

Buffy wasn’t stupid. She knew that some people did that kind of thing. But she’d never imagined Spike would be into it. Although he was a vampire and she knew that they could be in to some pretty weird and kinky kinds of things.

“Yeah…please…” he breathed erratically. “Wet your finger, pet, and put it inside.”

Buffy was hesitant but she trusted Spike. The blonde wetted her finger in her mouth and cautiously brought it down to his ass crack, running it up and down his butt. He thrust forward in encouragement and she worked her index finger past his puckered entrance stopping just inside the opening. She’d only pushed her finger inside up to her first knuckle but Spike was already panting at the sensation.

Spurred on by his hearty whimper of pleasure, she sank her finger farther into him, working it inside of him. Soon she joined the finger with a second and then a third, stretching and filling him. Her mouth clamped back over his cock, while she used her other hand to massage his balls. The platinum haired vampire couldn’t help but marvel at what a natural she seemed to be at this.

It was her art.

After only a few minutes, Spike was reduced to a jabbering mess, so badly in need of release that he was almost crying. But Spike was a ‘take the initiative’ kind of vamp, and he couldn’t wait any longer. She had him at her mercy, but her tantalizingly slow movements were too much for him.

He grasped a hold of her hair and started to pump himself more quickly into her mouth. To her credit, the Slayer didn’t shy away from his rougher movements. She took it in her stride, enjoying the feeling of him fucking her face.

“Gonna…bloody…come!” he yelled, his game face bursting forth as the gratification overcame him.

Pushing his dick all the way into her hot wet cavern he felt his balls tighten in her hand. He roared out his pleasure as it scorched his body from the inside out. A cornucopia of colors exploded behind his eyes and the world faded away. His semen flooded her mouth and she swallowed down what she could of his load but a smidgen trickled out past her lips and down her chin. Seeing the spillage, Spike bent down and licked his own spendings off her face, savoring the taste of himself.

“Was that…okay?” she asked apprehensively, pulling her fingers from his ass.

“Bloody hell!” Spike took her face sweetly in his hands. “Can’t you see that was better than okay. You’re like sunshine in an old vamp’s life, pet.”

“I burn you up into dust?”

“Only figuratively speaking,” he chuckled, still buzzing from his huge orgasm.

They shared a smile and she relaxed into his open arms laying her head back against his well muscled chest. It wasn’t long before his cock began to harden against her butt and she shot him a bewildered look.

“You’re hard again?” she giggled.

“Always hard around you, Princess. Want more?”

“I don’t think I can move ever again.”

“Let’s test that theory.” He nuzzled her neck, biting down on her shoulder with blunt teeth. She knew she should have felt a little scared about having a vampire’s teeth on her but it actually just made her hotter. “Want to test it?”

“Test it how?”

“Get on your knees,” he demanded in a croaky voice.

Despite her exhaustion, she complied, excited by his dominance. If he’d tried telling her what to do at any other time then it would have likely earned him a bloody nose. But when he told her what to do in bed it apparently drove her crazy…in the best kind way.

He kneeled in back of her, as she crawled onto all fours. His chest was flush against her moist back. Her tiny moans as his cock slapped against her ass seared through him, elevating his passions to an even higher level.

“Put it inside me, please,” Buffy moaned, her voice husky and spent. She tried to reach back to grab his dick, but he stilled her hand.

“Put what inside you? My cock? Tell me love, tell me where you want it. Do you want to feel it feel your lovely, sweet quim? Or would you prefer it in your luscious arse? Mmm. I’d love to fuck you there.” He brushed a single fingertip over her puckered rosebud.

“Inside my…pussy,” she moaned.

“As my lady wishes.”

He lined up the belled head of his dick against her hole and slowly pushed inside. Spike almost choked at how good it felt to be inside her cunny from this position. She was so tight that it felt as if she was strangling his penis. And wasn’t that just the sweetest kind of pain!

He leaned forward a little to lick the top of her spine and she trembled under him.

“Want me to move? Hmm? Want me to pound you?” he asked rhetorically, already starting to thrust in and out of her.

Buffy didn’t reply, but simply moaned in encouragement. As he got into the rhythm, Spike’s hands became bolder, massaging her tits and wriggling around to her pussy to play with her clit. He drew his left hand back and brought it town with a thwack on her left ass cheek, delighting in the groan that it cajoled from her throat.

Again and again he spanked her ass with fervor as he fucked her. It seemed he wasn’t the only one who liked a hint of pain mixed in with his pleasure. He should have guessed the Slayer would have a few naughty kinks.

She pushed back harder against him and he could feel that she was getting close to heaven. He wanted to take her there. With one final hearty twist of her little nub he sent her body into a senseless frenzy. She felt her passion spiral out of control, as if she was looking through a kaleidoscope that wouldn’t quit spinning.

Buffy’s orgasm triggered one of his own as her muscles clamped down and the peroxide blond vampire shot his cold seed into her uterus. For a moment they remained frozen in place until their muscles suddenly gave out.

They both fell back to the bed, spent and exhausted but still as horny as hell. Spike wasn’t sure that he could ever get enough of this wonderful girl and Buffy was convinced that no matter how much her man fucked her she would always want more.

As they lay together, their harsh breaths sounding loudly in the quiet of the dimly lit room, Spike rolled on to his side and turned to face his fiancée. He had never felt as elated in his entire unlife as he did at that moment. She was like a wild goddess with his sticky spendings dripping down her thighs.

He leaned back on one elbow and sparked up a cigarette that Buffy hadn’t even seen him get.

“Hey! You can’t smoke that in here. It’s bad for you!” Buffy exclaimed.

“Not bad for me, love. Cigarettes can’t hurt me,” he smiled blowing a smoke circle through his ultra kissable lips .

“Not you maybe, but they can kill me. Hello? Mortal here! Of course I’m gonna get a little wigged about….oh…” A cool hand wormed its way between her thighs and suddenly she wasn’t sure why she’d even been getting mad at all. Oh right…horrible death by smoking… “Don’t try to distract me Mister. You still can’t do that in here!”

Spike sighed and stood up, grinning at Buffy’s moan of complaint when he removed his fingers from her folds. He ambled over to the window and tossed the cigarette through the opening, trying to ignore the disapproving look that Buffy threw at him.

“What now?” he asked when he could no longer ignore her glower.

“What if someone had been walking underneath the window and your dumb cigarette set them on fire? Horrible flamey death much?”

She crossed her arms and tried to look menacing. But Spike just couldn’t be intimidated by naked-Buffy. She just looked too delicious and instead of being scared, he felt hungry to ravage her again.

He approached her slowly like the big bad wolf that he truly was.

“Come to Daddy,” he sing-songed with a macabre smile plastered on his face.

“What? No! We were fighting, Spike!”

“No, you were fighting but that just wastes valuable shagging time.”

“I don’t…shag pigs!”

“No, you want to shag the big bad wolf, don’t you Little Red Riding Hood?”

Spike was so near to her now that she could almost taste him. No longer able to maintain the pretense of anger she smiled wryly. And Spike leaped on that opportunity.

“Argh!” she shrieked as he pounced on her, opening her warm body to his cool one.

“I’m gonna take you now, Little Red. I’m going to huff and puff and shag your senses out!”

“I think you have the wrong story,” she giggled wriggling beneath him.

“Maybe I do have the wrong story. But I have the right woman. And now it’s time for me to ravage her.”

His body pinned her even more tightly to the bed…and ravage her again he did.

Again and again and again.

They lost count of the number of times they made love. The sex had been wonderful but most importantly he knew that Buffy loved him just as much as he loved her. Nothing could separate them.

But he needed to know one more thing. He needed to be sure that he had her trust. In the years that he spent with Drusilla, his crazy sire had often relied on him for pretty much everything. But she never trusted him. That emotion had been solely reserved for her own sire.

With Buffy things were different. Granted, their passionate adoration for each other had come a little out of the blue, but Spike knew that it was real. Still, there was the tiniest niggling doubt based on a lifetime of false hopes with his previous lover. To prove it, he needed to know that Buffy had faith in him.

“Do you trust me, love?” Spike asked, running his fingers up her arms, lingering at her shoulders.

“With my life, my love,” she told him, flashing him a dazzling smile. She did trust him, with everything that she was. Sure, Spike had been dangerous in the past and maybe he would be again if he didn’t have that chip in his head. But none of that seemed to matter because, when he looked at her like she was the only woman on earth, she knew what a good heart he had.

He sorely needed to kiss her and gave in to the impulse, sealing their lips together as their tongues tangled in an ancient dance. Finally breaking the kiss when the Slayer needed to take in a gulp of air, he sat up and rose from the bed.

Buffy watched him curiously as he rooted in one of her drawers, eventually pulling out something and holding it behind his back as he returned to her. Spike sank back down to the bed and laid a rough-skinned hand on her thigh.

“Will you let me tie you up?” he asked without preamble, his eyes imploring her to agree.

For a moment she hesitated. As much as she loved Spike, he was still a vampire, and a dangerous one at that. Even with the chip he wasn’t necessarily trustworthy. However, she rapidly dismissed that as crazy thinking. This was the man she was going to marry! She knew that he would protect her with his life. Sure, she’d never done anything so kinky before in her life, but the only two men who had come before Spike were sorely lacking in the imagination department.

Not like Spike.

He was simply the personification of wonderful and exciting.

“Yes, Spike,” she smiled.

When she agreed, Spike felt himself grow impossibly harder. He wasn’t a young vamp and he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed a lot of sex during his years on earth. But he had never been as hard in his whole existence as he was in bed with this beautiful, powerful creature before him.

Buffy was everything he wanted in a woman: strong, smart, and stunning. And she could kick his ass in a fight which was definitely a turn on for a perverted old vampire like him. Okay, the fact that she was a little bit of a goody-goody didn’t exactly factor highly in the ‘pro’ column, but he could learn to deal with that. Especially for sex as good as this.

Encouraging her to lie back against the pillow, he ran his hands up the outside of her ribs and along the underside of her arms, stretching them out above her head with deceptive gentleness. She twitched when the tender movements tickled. He took the scarf that he’d found in her drawer and secured it around her wrists and through the slats in the headboard behind her.

Buffy felt a little niggle of fear at being bound like this by Spike but the look of arousal that she saw in his eyes soon morphed the fear into lust and excitement.

Lowering his head to her neck, he placed soft kisses on her pulse points and peppered tiny pecks down her collar bone. His tongue sneaked out and he licked the small hollow at the base of her throat, drawing a delicate moan from the girl. He glanced up and noticed that her eyes had drifted shut.

“No,” he whispered softly to the girl, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, love. I want you to see who’s making love to you.”

She complied, her cloudy green eyes fluttering open to meet his darkened blue ones.

“So bloody beautiful,” he breathed as he regarded her. She was naked, tied and splayed for him in all of her glory. “I’m gonna make you scream, Buffy.”

“Again?” she asked playfully.

“Over and over again for the rest of our lives.”

His voice held so much promise and affection that she shivered with anticipation. She wanted him so much right now. They had been making love for hours, but each time only increased her desire for the vampire.

Sensing her need, Spike cupped a breast in his hand, and ran his thumb over the nipple. Buffy gasped at the sensation it caused and Spike smiled. Every little pleasure that he could coax out of his girl made him proud. During the evening he’d been learning just how to play her body like a fiddle and now he knew where and how to touch her to get her to respond. And by God, she was responsive to her attentions.

He repeated the arousing movement with the other breast, holding one in each hand and gently massaging them. Underneath him, Buffy began to wriggle and writhe, consciously willing him to do more. She needed him to touch her and taste all over. And she needed him to fill her. Without him she felt so empty.

As if he could read her mind, Spike lowered his head to each breast and sucked on her nipples like a child suckling at a teat.

“Do you like that, Buffy?” he asked in a low, sensuous tone. “How’s it make you feel when I suck on your luscious titties?”

“So…so good!” she gasped.

“Do you want me to touch you elsewhere?”

“Mmm, please,” she begged.

“Tell me where, love.”

“On…on my pussy,” she said, reddening at using the word. She was so coy, so innocent and yet so wanton at the same time. It was a part of why he loved her.

“Never been one to deny a lady,” he grinned, trailing both hands down her toned tummy. “Gonna give you a proper good rogering.”

Her mouth fell open in eagerness at where his paws were headed, but instead of touching her wet center like she craved, he decided to tease her for a little longer. He placed his hands on her knees and drew little trails up her thighs with his fingertips. Seeing her enjoyment, he quickly dived down and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Little wet paths ran from her knees to her crotch and he blew air on them with his false breath to cool them. The new feeling made Buffy buck into the air. It was something she hadn’t experienced before but it felt heavenly. Still, she knew about something that would feel even better than that, and she pulled her legs wider apart to try and hint what she wanted from her lover.

“Does my kitten want something?” asked Spike, deeply inhaling her deliciously musky scent as he gazed lovingly at her pussy. It was like a flower. Pink petals, glistening with moisture, opened just for him.

“You know what I want.”

“You have to tell me. I want to hear you say the words, pet. When you talk dirty to me it makes my cock ever so hard.”

As if to demonstrate his point he leaned back and wrapped his hand around his engorged penis and began to stroke the protruding appendage.

“Looks hard as nails from here,” Buffy told him.

“It can get harder. You know that though, don’t you, love? You felt just how hard it was when I was fucking your juicy cunt.”

Buffy’s face reddened even as she grew wetter. For her personally, dirty talk had never been something she had considered as part of her bedroom activities. Not that she had a vast array of experience. But now she was totally convinced that she couldn’t live without it. Maybe it was his accent, or the words themselves or just a combination of both wrapped up in a Spike-shaped package, but it drove her to the brink of glorious passion.

“Now tell me!” he demanded. “Tell me what you want me to do!”

“I want you to lick me,” she mumbled quietly.

“Didn’t quite hear that.”

“I want you to lick me,” she repeated, a little louder this time.

“Come on, pet. Speak up.”

“I want you to lick my fucking pussy!” she yelled, almost wild with need. Her hands pulled animalistically at the scarf. She wanted to be free to ravage him. She needed to push him to the bed and ride him until neither of them could take any more.

But now his head was dipping between her thighs and all other thoughts fled from her head instantly as she felt his cool tongue trace her exposed slit. Her body shook at the contact and he smiled into her pussy, wriggling his tongue deeply into her tight, pink hole.

“Want more?” he asked, momentarily halting his actions.

“God, yes!”

“Say my name, Buffy. Ask me for more!”

“Spike, please! I need more. I need you,” she panted.

Gone was the desire to preserve her dignity and in its place was a need to have her untamed sexuality attended to by him because her body was on fire with passion that only he could quench.

Satisfied with her answer he dived back into his task with renewed vigor. He voraciously feasted on her pussy like a starved man, sucking on her clit as his fingers worked away inside of her. When he found her secret spot, deep inside, she came undone. Her whole body lifted off the bed as she came. Sweet juices that tasted of Buffy filled his mouth and he drank them down. For so long he’d wanted to taste her, and now he finally had.

“Oh my! Oh Spike! Fuck!” she babbled, a torrent of praise for the vampire spilling endlessly from her lips. “So damn good. Oh feels so amazing, baby.”

Without giving her any time to recover from her mammoth orgasm, he surged up the bed so that they were face to face. She was flushed and sweaty and he smoothed back a strand of wet hair from her forehead.

“Did my girl like that?” he asked, smiling when all she could do was nod.

Their lips met and she tasted herself on his lips which strangely aroused her.

“More!” she demanded. “I need you Spike. I need you to fill me up. I feel so empty without having you inside of me.”

His already rock hard cock jumped at her command. He ran it up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices until neither of them could wait any longer. He plunged into her, stilling for a second as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside of her again. Even though it wasn’t the first time, it was hard for him not to come like a virgin straight away at the feel of her surrounding him. She fit him like a hot, moist, velvety glove.

Buffy tugged at the scarf that restrained her, wanting to run her hands up and down his delicious back, but Spike clamped his hands over her wrists.

“No,” he breathed. “Got to be a good little girl and stay all tied up. That’s how Daddy likes it.”

She shivered at the tone of his voice. He was so commanding. Most of the time in her life, the Slayer loved to be in control. Although she wouldn’t say it aloud, in her head she could admit she was a control freak a lot of the time. But having Spike take that control away from her… it was freeing in a way she could never have imagined. It allowed her to just be Buffy. No pretending or holding back…just Buffy.

Wanting to see his beautiful woman break apart in his arms once again, he let his hand wander to her pussy, and rubbed her rapidly. The friction was enough to bring about another earth shattering climax for her. But Spike wasn’t satisfied with giving his girl just one single orgasm. Keeping the pressure on, and continuing his thrusts, he brought her to orgasm after orgasm, until the point where she couldn’t even remember her own name.

“Come for me again, Buffy love. Love you so bloody much! Want to fuck you until I’m dust. Never felt this way. Never been so good. Fuck! You’re amazing!” Spike rambled as he kept on pounding into her, his own dead veins coming alive with the pleasure that being inside her generated for him.

Lost in the passion, Buffy finally tore at the bonds, ripping the scarf into pieces and freeing her hands. She locked her arms around his neck and angled her legs even higher so that her lover could drive deeper into her. He pounded away at her pussy, the wet smacking sounds of flesh upon flesh reverberating in the room along with their moans.

“Tell Daddy how much you like it!” he demanded.

“Oh! Feels so good!” she agreed.

“Wanna keep fucking you forever, Buffy. My cock feels like he’s home when he’s inside your juicy little pussy. So wet, so warm, love. You love feeling him inside you too, eh? Love welcoming him home?”

“Yes! Mmm, oh God!”

“Name’s Spike, Princess. But I can see how you could get the two of us confused.”

“Harder! Do it harder!”

Spike upped the pace, reveling in the way that this woman had such fire and passion locked within her. He knew that he had the keys to unleash it. She was such a sexual creature. It was her calling.

“Oh! I love fucking you Buffy. You’re like the sunshine I’ve been missing for over one hundred bloody years. You’re the light in my darkness.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Spike cursed himself for being such a verbose ponce, pausing in his actions to glance at her and see her reaction. William the Bloody Awful Poet had a way of rearing his ugly head with flowery rhetoric at the most inopportune of times.

But Buffy was smiling that ‘that’s so sweet and adorable’ smile and he relaxed. This girl loved him. She wasn’t like the cruel and callous Londoners who mocked his writing a century earlier. And she couldn’t be more different from that nasty little bitch, Cecily, who shattered his heart when he bared it to her. His Buffy loved him totally and completely and she would even accept his fondness for the poetic it seemed.

Relaxing back into his rhythm, he resumed the movement of his hips, pumping into her again. But he kept his actions slow, drawing out long moans from the blonde. However, she wasn’t having any of it. The Slayer liked it hard and fast, and she flipped the pair of them over, so she was on top once again.

“So baby wants to play, does she?”

In answer to his comment, Buffy raked her nails down his chest, drawing a line of blood as she did so. He sucked in a breath at the pain before a slow smile spread over his face. Spike was a vampire and a little pain mixed in with his pleasure was a perfect combination. It was the cheese with his mac, the ketchup with his fries. And he couldn’t have been happier that his little hellcat apparently had a yen for both the pleasure and the pain.

Of course, she was the Slayer so inflicting pain was a way of life to her.

She rocked back and forward on top of him, reaching down to play with her own clit as she did so. The Slayer was determined to give her man a good show. The ever increasing lust in his eyes shone through and she couldn’t help but feel that the sentiment was mirrored in her own expression.

Needing more, Spike flipped them back over, taking the reins of control once again, and upped his pace. He hooked Buffy’s legs over his shoulders and plowed into her with rough abandon. Her nails cut deep and bloody furrows in the tender, pale skin of his back and he howled in bliss at the feeling. His heavy ball sack smacked against her ass as he fucked her. Their climaxes were so close. The pleasure built in them like a tidal wave billowing from the ocean, ready to spill over.

“Never been this way before, love,” he panted, gritting his teeth to draw out the pleasure for as long as he could. “Your lovely little pussy strangling ole Spike’s cock. Love being inside you, Princess. I never had it this good until now.”

“Never!” she agreed, her eyes fluttering shut. “Love you, William!”

“God, I love you too, Buffy! I love you so bloody much!”

With one final simultaneous cry they orgasmed in harmony, like two halves of the same whole drawn together in desire and pleasure. Their bodies shivered and shook with elation, soaring to the highest pinnacle of satisfaction.

Panting heavily, Spike looked down at the beauty beneath him, loathe to pull out of her heat. He bent down again to kiss her sweetly, tasting her mouth as if he was drinking the sweetest nectar. He could still taste the remnants of his own come on her and he loved that fact. It was if he had marked her as his own.

Then it all happened so fast and in a single moment two worlds came crashing down.

A tumultuous rush of memories hit both the Slayer and the vampire. It was painful and heart wrenching. If Spike had possessed a soul he was sure that it would have been torn to shreds in that moment.

The Slayer wasn’t his. She didn’t love him, or care about him. In fact, they didn’t even like each other. His heart and mind were shattered into jagged shards.

It had all been a spell. That much was obvious. Fucking magic! Always has consequences, doesn’t it? He made a pledge to himself that as soon as he found the culprit that cast the spell he would tear their lungs out.

Spike detached his lips from Buffy’s, sitting up slowly and rolling off of the Slayer. He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to see the disgust on her face that he was sure would be there.

Buffy watched him turn away from her, horror dawning on her as the full gravity of what they’d just done slammed into her.

Oh my God!

She had sex with Spike! Hot, sweaty, kinky sex with her mortal enemy. Spike had tried to kill her so many times but he’d damaged her more by fucking her than any during any of his attempts on her life.

But worse than what had happened, a part of her mourned what she had just lost. She’d been given a glimpse of true happiness only to have it cruelly torn away from her.

Swallowing hard, she glanced over at him. He was pulling on his clothes in silence, the taut muscles in his back rippling under his skin. They looked so inviting…so kissable…No! Spike was not inviting or kissable. What the hell was she thinking? He was evil and disgusting. This was a soulless vampire who longed to taste her blood no matter how sweet and loving he’d appearing under the influence of magic.

Her hand clasped at her neck as she realized that he hadn’t even attempted to bite her. She remembered reading in one of Giles’ books that vampire sometimes bite their partners during…intercourse.

Of course, it had to be the chip that had stopped him from doing that to her, but she couldn’t help but wonder how his fangs would have felt in her neck. She clamped down on that train of thought immediately. She was the Slayer and she so absolutely did not want to be bitten by a vampire. Well not again. And either way, she definitely didn’t want Spike to bite her…probably.

“Well, it’s been one helluva ride, love,” the vampire in question said with a haughty smirk as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, thankfully interrupting her thoroughly disturbing musings.

“Shut up, Spike,” she retorted automatically, but it was lacking the usual heat in her tone. If anything she sounded defeated.

“Come on, pet. Don’t even try to deny that I didn’t make you scream with all those little nasties we did.”

His words irked her enough to inject some anger back into her weary body and soul. She tossed him a maddened glare before screwing her green eyes tightly shut. “Ugh, you’re bent.”

“Yeah, apparently that’s the part you love the most,” he mocked.

Buffy balled her hands into fists. She was itching to hit him, but she knew that as aggravating an ass as he was, he wasn’t really at fault in this situation. On the other hand, hitting Spike always relieved some of her aggression.

The aggression relieving-y thing sounded pretty good actually. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into his vulnerable nose, sending him flying back so hard against the wall that he actually dented it. Plaster rained down on top of him like snowflakes.

Oops!

That wasn’t something that she wanted to explain to her mother.

“What the buggering hell is wrong with you, you mad bint?” he shouted, licking up the blood that was dripping from his nose as he staggered to his feet. Her face twisted in disgust at the sight.

A man who drank his own nose blood wasn’t the kind of man that Buffy saw as having husband potential. At least, she didn’t when she wasn’t under a spell anyway.

Spike maintained his evil glare as he faced off with the petite blonde. Unfortunately, the Slayer was clearly back to her usual, delightful self. Oh, how Spike wished he could tear her throat out with his fangs right now!

“What’s wrong with me? Are you nuts? Did you forget what just happened?” she shrieked when she finally found her voice. Her shrieks were rising to the pitch of hysteria. It was rare to see the Slayer so out of control. As much of a bitch as she could be, she was usually cool and calculated.

“Couldn’t forget that if I tried, Slayer,” said Spike in a carefully neutral tone, sucking the last of the blood off his fingers. And Buffy so wasn’t recalling the wicked little naughties that tongue was capable of. “It was…memorable.”

“Well…try! Try to forget it. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“Why would I want to do that?” he chuckled irritatingly. Buffy felt her hackles rise in a way that only Spike could provoke. “Memories to warm the cold and lonely winter nights and all that jazz.”

“Uh…because you don’t want me to chain you up naked outside, and leave you for the sunrise?” Buffy helpfully suggested and false smile pasted on her stiff lips.

“Still thinking about me being naked, love?” he sneered, his voice sounding like it was coated with honey. “If you want to see that again, then all you need to do is ask me.”

“Ugh! Seeing you naked is very high on my list of things I never want to do again, Spike. Actually I think you might be the number one thing I never want to…do again,” Buffy assured him, hoping he couldn’t see the blush rise in her cheeks as she vividly recalled his naked form and the things she’d done to it that evening.

She nearly missed the hint of hurt that crossed his face but his expression was almost instantaneously dispassionate again and Buffy was sure that she had imagined it. When she looked at him again, his jaw was tightly clenched as if he was holding himself back from risking a major headache by slamming his fist through her face.

“Well if that’s how you want to be,” he said, purposely avoiding her angry searching gaze, “then I bid you my leave.”

He turned and cleared the stairs in a single bound, departing through the front door in a swirl of leather.

Who the hell did he think he was?

There was no way she was just going to let Spike walk away from her. How dare he! He should be begging her not to stake him, or at least be a little freaked out that he’d just had sex with the Slayer. But he was being all calm and collected as if it was something he did all the time.

Incensed by his dismissal of her, she stalked after him, following him outside. Grabbing him around the neck, she shoved him against the outside wall of her house, irate eyes burning into him.

If looks could kill he’d be dust bunnies right about now.

She tightened her grip on him, trying to repress her blush as she realized how close their bodies were to each other.

“Mmm…just a little to the left,” he purred with a leer. Trust Spike to pick up on their closeness.

As if she’d been burned, Buffy took a step back, but still kept one hand clasped tightly around his neck and another pressed to the center of his chest. She knew that if she squeezed a little harder she could easily pop his head off and dust his ashes off her hands.

Something stopped her from doing that though. Although she would never admit it, she couldn’t help but think life would be a little duller without Spike. However, she would just die if anyone ever found out about what they had done that evening.

“I mean it, Spike,” Buffy warned. “If you ever tell anyone about what we did, I swear to God you’ll fit in an ashtray.”

Spike smirked, struggling free from her grasp and putting some space between the two of them. The vampire plucked a cigarette from his pack and lit it slowly, keeping his eyes pinned to the Slayer the entire time.

Just because he’d fucked her into the ground didn’t mean he trusted her not to whip out a stake and dust him now. She was a spiteful, vengeful little minx and he knew that if he pushed her too far then he could easily be on the pointy end of her fury. Of course, that didn’t stop him having a little fun with her. It wasn’t as if he…liked her.

“What makes you think I’d want to tell anyone about my journey to the center of the Slayer’s thighs, pet?” He exhaled the smoke deliberately, the smug sneer still firmly in place. “I’ve still got a bloody rep to think about. What would my friends say if they found out about this?”

“You don’t have any friends, Spike,” she bit back nastily.

“Not the kinds of friends you’re thinking of, Slayer. I’m talking about…intimate friends. Have to get my end away sometimes, pet. I’m sure you understand. After tonight, you should be familiar with…intimacy.”

She felt her ire rise again. Buffy couldn’t believe that she’d let this…thing…touch her. And the annoyance at the thought of him having other friends to be intimate with…well that so was not jealousy. It was disgust! Yup! Totally disgust!

Why would she care if he did those kinds of things with someone else anyway? And oh…there were so many things that she’d done with him. Her face flushed red at the thought of what they’d spent all evening doing, and she turned away from him, not wanting him to see her reaction. The last thing the Slayer needed was to let Spike have more ammunition to mock her with.

“You need to stay away from me, Spike. What happened tonight was a spell. I would never do things like that…”

“What a load of bollocks!” he exclaimed, sucking on his cigarette. “I know just what kind of girl you are. You can pretend to the world, to your friends, even to your own precious bloody self. But you can’t lie to me, love.”

“Fuck you, Spike!” she yelled, rounding on him with anger gushing from inside of her. “You don’t know me. Not the real me anyway. I was under a spell!”

He approached her slowly, like a predator. She suddenly felt like a cornered animal on one of those wildlife shows. She wasn’t supposed to be the prey in this kind of situation. It didn’t matter that Spike couldn’t hurt her, he could touch a much deeper nerve, she figured.

“I’ve tasted you, shagged you, had you begging for more, Buffy.” He smiled at her startle at his use of her real name. “You can’t take that back. You can scream and shout about how it’ll never happen again. You can tell me that a creature like me won’t get to be with a gem like yourself. But I’ll always have the memories.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, a kiss full of passion, desperation and also sorrow. It was over almost before it really began and against every one of her better judgments Buffy was left wanting for more.

Before she could say anything, he was gone…disappeared into the shadows of the night like the vampire that he was. There were so many other things that she wanted to say but the words had lodged in her throat, blocked by the bile of her fury and regret. She sighed mournfully and leaned her head back against the cool wall. Her eyes were screwed shut and for a moment she could almost pretend that none of this had ever happened…almost.

The taste of him still lingered on her lips and she licked them to savor him one last time. Tonight she tasted heaven with someone she never expected to find that kind of passion with. Everything was complicated now, like a ball of twine all twisted up. That was exactly how she felt inside too. Nothing could ever be like it used to be after what happened tonight.

In some ways she wished it could be different and that she could say to hell with the barriers and leap them in a single bound. It would be so easy just to give in to her desires. They’d worked perfectly as enemies and as lovers, so maybe they could work perfectly as something more…if things were different.

But she couldn’t do that and that had to be the end of it. No matter how good it had been, she could never experience what she’d experienced with Spike..ever again.

Not just because Spike had tried to kill her in the past, or because her Watcher and friends would disapprove.

But because she was the Slayer…the one girl in the entire world who had to bear the fate of humanity on her shoulders.

So she couldn’t give into her own selfish desires no matter how much she might want to.

It would be wrong.

And Buffy couldn’t let herself be wrong when the fate of the entire world rested on her being right.

With one last glance in the direction that Spike had headed, Buffy made her way back into her mother’s house.

Alone…as she always was and always would be.