Title: No Turning Back
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: NC-17

Summary: This is another fic I did to
rewrite the end of Harsh Light of Day. I
actually did this one first, before Worth A
Second Go. I'm not sure why I posted
the other one first.
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Part One....


Buffy still didn't know what the hell had hap-
pened.

One minute, she was fighting with Spike, trying
her best to finish him off once and for all..the
next minute she found herself lying beneath him
on the grass, moaning as he ravaged her mouth
with his tongue.

**Oh, god, oh, god...what is going on? How can
I be doing this...because it feels good...it feels
so good**

Her thoughts were like shreds of paper, scattering
in a gale force wind. Spike was lying on top of
her, his body moving rhythmically against hers...and
she felt more brilliantly alive than she'd ever felt
before.

She was aware of every sensation her body was
experiencing. The hard ground beneath her, the
prickle of the grass, the weight and firm muscle
of the man on her, the heat of the sun beating
down on them....the sun...

**Why isn't he dead? The sun is so hot..and he's
so hot..and I'm so, so, so hot**

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew
exactly why he wasn't dead, wasn't going up in
flames.

The sun had no power over him, not as long as
that ring was on his hand. The sun, holy water,
wooden stakes...nothing would harm him.

And she was glad. She didn't want anything to
interfere with the delicious pleasure he was giving her.
His mouth moved over her face and down her throat.
The feel of his teeth, his sharp teeth, on her skin
excited her unbearably, and she tilted her head
back, giving him better access to her vulnerable flesh.

**Don't let him do this...he'll kill me...he wants me
dead...he wants me bleeding and dead...he wants
me...he won't hurt me...he won't**

He didn't.

She felt his hands moving over her body, sliding
under her blouse, searching for her bare skin.

Instead of doing what she should have done, make
him stop, she lifted herself to make it easier. Her
mouth traveled wetly over his face, and she bit down
on his jaw, making him groan.

"Oh, yes, baby...that's my beauty...kiss me...no,
don't be so shy with your tongue...give me...mmm."

His voice trailed off as her mouth opened beneath
his and she slid her tongue between his lips,
searching for his.

He met it with eager force, and they both moaned at
the slick wet joining.

Buffy's head was spinning like a top. This was what
she wanted, what she hadn't gotten from her
disastrous encounter with Parker...sheer passion
in it's rawest and most basic form.

Now she knew why it hadn't been a dream come
true with Parker. He knew nothing of lovemaking,
because he WAS nothing but a boy. An over eager,
underskilled boy.

But this one holding her now...vampire or not...this
was a man. And he knew how to treat a woman.

The pressure building inside her, the wetness and
the heat between her thighs was driving her mad. She
desperately needed relief..release..satisfaction.

She felt his knee pushing her legs open.

**Well...now he knows what it takes to pry them
apart...just takes him**

Her entire body jerked and she nearly screamed when
she felt his hand between her legs, cupping her sex
and pressing down firmly, grinding the heel of his
hand right at the place she needed it.

Her own hands moved over him. Tugging his shirt loose
from his pants, she pulled her nails lightly over his
skin, then slid her fingers down his spine, stopping
when she felt tight denim, then moving down and taking
a firm hold of his ass, feeling the strong muscles in
action as he moved on her.

Without releasing her mouth, he reached for her
right hand and guided it around front. He placed
it over the swelling bulge in the front of his jeans
then covered it with his own hand and pressed down.

Buffy nearly fainted at the feel of him. He was big
and he was hard, and she'd never in her life wanted
anything as much as she wanted him.

Desperate for more intimate contact, her fingers
searched for the fastenings of his pants.

**Button fly...thank God, no zippers...don't want
to hurt him...he's so big**

She released the five brass buttons as quickly
as she could, then reached eagerly inside his
jeans. He wore no undergarment of any kind, and
she found what she wanted and wrapped her fingers
around it. Sliding her hand up and down, she ex-
plored every inch of him.

His head jerked back suddenly, pleasure ridding
his face of it's demon aspect. "Oh, Christ...yes," he
whispered fiercely. "Do it...touch me...harder...feels
good, baby. You feel...so damn good."

She whimpered beneath him, her free hand groping
for the buttons of her own slacks, tearing at them
so frantically that they nearly popped off.

Somewhere beyond the reach of her consciousness,
she was dimly aware of a little voice telling her that
they were outside, in full view of anybody who might
decide to cut across the greenbelt to get to a class.

But another part of her mind didn't give a damn
where she was, as long as she got what she wanted.

With a massive effort of will, Spike suddenly pulled
back from her. He rose to his knees, keeping her legs
spread.

Buffy complained out loud at the loss of his body on
hers. Her hands reached out automatically. He caught
one in his hand, raised it to his mouth and kissed the
palm, then traced the throbbing pulse in her wrist with
his tongue.

Locking eyes with her, he took her forefinger into his
mouth and sucked it, then released it slowly.

It was powerfully symbolic, and Buffy knew exactly
what he was telling her. Her eyes glassy with desire,
she nodded her head and ran the tip of her tongue
over her upper lip, letting him know that she understood
what he wanted, and was willing to give it to him.

Pulling her body up, he maneuvered her behind a
clump of trees and bushes, cutting them off from public
view.

When he had her where he wanted her, he pushed
her back down, hooked his thumbs in the waistband
of her slacks and yanked them down and off.

Spike's eyes widened at the sight of her black lace
underpants. "Christ, you are so lovely...so sexy." He
trailed one finger along the elastic waistband, then
slipped his hand beneath it.

Buffy moaned softly as he began to massage the
moist heat of her sex. Her breathing became harsh
and labored as she twisted under his hand, wanting
a deeper, more satisfying touch.

"Please," she begged. "Oh, please...."

He gave her what she wanted. Sliding his finger
inside of her, he whispered. "Do you like that? As
much as I like doing it to you. Hmm? Answer me,
baby...tell me you like feeling my finger in your
pussy...sliding in and out..."

Buffy was almost beyond speech. Stars were
going super nova behind her closed eyes, suns
and moons exploding inside her brain.

All she could do was lift her hips, pushing herself
more deeply onto his finger.

Her thoughts were fragmented.

**I like it...I like it...don't stop...yes...yes...any-
thing you want...anything...just do it now...do it
to me now...faster...faster...oh, please faster...I'm
gonna...oh, make me come...now...now...NOW!!**

"Open your eyes, little girl. I want to see them
when you come," he demanded. "Come for me, baby.
I want to feel it...and see it...and smell it."

His words were the last bit of stimulation her body
could take. Lifting herself into his touch, she
convulsed, tightening around his finger as orgasm
rocketed through her.

She looked up and saw him kneeling between her
trembling thighs, almost swooning as he withdrew
his finger, then licked her wetness off it.

Buffy's body went limp, her hands dropping to
her sides as her breathing began to slow.

Spike chuckled softly. "Oh, no you don't. I'm not
nearly done with you."

He fell forward until he was laying on top of her. Sup-
porting himself on one forearm, he slipped his free
hand down between them and took hold of his rigid
phallus. He positioned himself and entered her slowly.

Her body snapped instantly back to life, and she
placed both feet firmly into the damp grass, then
raised her hips to give him the maximum penetration.

"That's my girl...you know what you want, don't you?"

He withdrew, careful not to pull completely out, then
slid his hard length back inside of her. He began to
thrust and withdraw, slowly, then harder and faster
until he was pounding into her wildly.

Moments later, he changed his rhythm, grinding his
hips from side to side.

Buffy felt herself begin the delicious climb to pleasure
once again. She wrapped her legs tightly around his
hips, whispering hotly in his ear, her words encouraging
him to pump harder.

"Oh, don't stop..don't stop," she moaned. "It feels so
good. Please...yes...do it. Come on..do it with me. " She
cupped his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.
"Fuck..me..hard!" she demanded.

He increased his already wild pace, then reached down
between them and began to finger her clit, rubbing her
in just the right spot to drive her insane. She slid one hand
behind his neck and applied pressure, holding him against
her throat.

Three more hard thrusts brought them both to climax. Bury-
ing himself in her as deep as he could go, he cried out
her name and exploded.

Buffy could feel it inside her, feel his hard cock as he
ejaculated his semen into her body. She bit down hard
on her lower lip to keep from screaming her pleasure
to the skies.

Spike remained hard inside her. Lifting his head,
he looked into her eyes and found them soft with
satisfaction. Suddenly, he wanted to make amends
for the nasty comments he'd made earlier.

"Parker was an idiot to treat you the way he did," he
said firmly. "That stupid boy could NEVER give you
what you need, Slayer."

Buffy knew he was right. Hadn't he just shown her
the truth of it?

Before she could say anything, Spike carefully
withdrew from her. He got to his feet and adjusted
his clothing.

Buffy pulled her slacks back on, without both-
ering to put on her underpants. Taking Spike's
outstretched hand, she was pulled quickly to her
feet, where he slipped one arm around her waist
and hauled her against him.

"So, what happens now, Slayer? We go back to
trying to kill each other?" He dropped a hard
kiss on her mouth. "Because I gotta tell ya...I
liked what we just did a hell of a lot more, Pet."

Buffy smiled. "Me too."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Come home
with me, luv. We need to talk about this."

Buffy took a deep breath. "All right."


TBC....
Feedback? Do it, baby!

Title: No Turning Back
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Rating: NC-17
Feedback: Yes, please.

Summary: This is another rewrite I did
of Harsh Light of Day.

AN: I have placed part two in the downstairs
area of Spike's crypt. I don't really get where
he and Harmony were in the episode, and its
easier for me just to do it this way. I mean, all
they really need is a bed anyway.




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Part Two....


Spike held the crypt door open for her, gesturing for
her to enter first.

Buffy smiled. **Manners, yet. Who'd of thought it?**

She walked slowly around the dim room, watching
him secure the door. As he turned and approached
her, she backed up until she bumped into the tomb, but
all he did was extend one hand to her.

"Downstairs," he said briefly, taking her hand. "It's
comfy down there."

Still wondering what in the hell she thought she
was doing, she followed him across the marble floor
to a place where she could see a patch of lamplight.

Spike went down first, guiding her carefully down a
short ladder.

Her eyes widened when she looked around the
room. It was, as he'd said, very comfortable. Two or
three overstuffed armchairs were set in strategic
places, polished endtables held a few stacks of
books and what looked like blueprints and building
schematics of some kind.

The room was dominated by an enormous brass
bed, covered in fat pillows and a satin comforter. She
stared at it in wonder. It was the best bed she'd
ever seen, and she felt a sudden urge to jump
into it...and not by herself.

Buffy forced herself to look away from the bed,
before she lost control and gave in to her fantasy.

Spike had dropped into one of the armchairs in a
graceful sprawl, legs slightly parted, watching her like
a big cat after a small mouse.

She lowered herself into the opposing chair, waiting
for him to say something..anything..make some nasty
comment or crude remark. Something that would make
her remember that she hated him.

But when he finally did speak, she was so surprised
by what he said that she wasn't at all sure she'd heard
him properly.

"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet.

After an instant of disbelieving silence she asked, "Sorry
for what?"

"For being so rough with you," he said. "That's not the
way I wanted it to happen."

**Wanted it to happen?** Her mind reeled at these
words. **WANTED IT TO HAPPEN??**

"So...you're sorry?" she asked, in a shaky voice.

"No," he shook his head. "I'm not sorry THAT it hap-
pened. I'm sorry about HOW it happened. You're a
lady, and you deserve better than to be treated like
a ten dollar trick."

Buffy stared at him. "Okay, who ARE you?"

Spike sighed. "I mean it, Buffy."

Well, this day was just chock full of surprises. She'd
never heard him use her name. To him, she'd always
just been "Slayer."

"Are you saying that..you wanted this to happen. That
you've...thought about it...before today?" She wanted to
be clear.

He smiled and nodded slowly. "More times than you know,
luv. Almost from the beginning."

"But...but you hated me."

"I'm not saying that I didn't. I'm saying that...I wanted
you." He shrugged. "Why the hell do you think I can't
seem to stay away from Sunnydale? Because of it's
small town charm?"

"I thought it was because you wanted to kill me in
painful ways."

"Oh, I did." He leaned forward in the chair, pinning his
gaze on hers. "But I also wanted to take you to bed. See,
I wanted to fight you AND fuck you."

Buffy cheeks turned red at the blunt words. "What about...?"

"Dru?" he offered. "She knew. It's why she sent me away."

Spike left his chair and knelt in front of her. He moved
her legs slightly apart and placed himself between
them. "I...enjoyed fighting with you. It's an incredible turn-
on."

"I know," she said softly. "I felt it, too...today."

He placed his hands on her waist and urged her for-
ward on the chair.

Buffy wasn't surprised to realize that she needed no
real urging. She was willing, able, and more than ready.

Her eyes drifted closed as his mouth came down on
hers. The kiss was very different than the almost violent
ones they'd exchanged less than an hour ago.

She moaned softly when she felt his mouth blaze a
moist trail from her lips to her cheek, then down to the
soft flesh of her throat. She slipped one hand behind
his neck, holding him to her, guiding his mouth where
she wanted it to go.

Spike pulled back and began to to lift her blouse
over her head. He placed a kiss on every inch of skin he
bared. When he encountered the front clasp of her
bra, he deftly twisted it open and pulled the lacy cups
aside, revealing her breasts.

Buffy tensed, waiting for him to touch her there. He
smiled and lowered his head, kissing the satiny skin
between her breasts, then trailed his tongue lightly
over the curves until he found one pink nipple. He
kissed it briefly, then took it into his mouth and sucked.

She almost screamed at the intensity of the pleasure
lashing through her body. He flicked his tongue rapidly
back and forth over the sensitive peak, then deepened
the touch and suckled it harder, making her wet...making
her whimper.

He released her breast from his mouth and kissed
a path to the other one, inflicting the same delicious
torture.

Buffy slid her fingers into his hair and kept him
close, unable to get enough. She sat more upright
in the chair, and Spike took the opportunity to slip
her bra straps down and off.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, his voice husky with
arousal. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever
seen." His hands moved up her arms, caressing them,
then cupped the ample mounds of her breasts and
squeezed them firmly.

He raised his face and kissed her, sliding his tongue
into her mouth and searching for hers. She didn't
hesitate, and brought her tongue into the fray, meet-
ing his sweetly and playing with it.

Spike kept his hands on her breasts, fondling them,
and gently tugging at the tips, rubbing them with his
thumbs.

Buffy was panting and moaning, needing relief for
the pressure that was beginning to build.

She wrapped her arms around his head as they
kissed, and he lowered his hands to unbuckle
his belt. He yanked open the buttons of his jeans
and shoved them down around his knees.

After undoing her own pants, Buffy lifted her hips
so he could yank them down roughly. Stripping them
completely off, he scooted her rear to the the very
edge of the chair, then pushed her legs wide and
lowered his head.

Buffy reclined back into the chair and met his
direct gaze with hers, watching him as he slid his
tongue up and down the fold of her labia. She inhaled
sharply when he found her clit and began to suck
on it.

She cried out some unintelligible nonsense and
raised her hips, offering herself totally. Spike res-
ponded by shoving his tongue into her and moving
it all around.

Desperate to keep him there, Buffy clamped her legs
tightly around his head, grinding herself against his
face. A few seconds later, he changed his angle and
began sliding his tongue in and out, in an erotic
simulation of intercourse.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, bathed in the
most exquisite pleasure she'd ever known. This had
never been done to her before. Neither Angel or Parker
had attempted it, and she found herself mildly annoyed
that they had denied her this.

Her climax was approaching, powerful and swift,
but at the very moment when release began to over-
take her, Spike pulled away.

Buffy gasped. "No..please don't stop," she wailed,
reaching for him. "Please....."

"I'm not stopping, honey. I'm gonna make it even better."

Reaching down with one hand, he guided his erect cock
into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, burying
himself with one hard thrust.

"Fuck.." he groaned. "You're so tight...so hot." He began
to pump his hips fast and hard, until he was pounding
into her.

Buffy was helpless to do anything other than hold on,
her fingers clutching at his shoulders. He slid one arm
around her waist, helping her stay in position, and brought
his free hand up to cup her face, tilting it up so he could
kiss her.

Her lips parted beneath his, giving him free reign of her
mouth and he took immediate advantage. His tongue
slipped over her teeth, testing the edges and licking the
slick enamel. She countered by closing her mouth
around it and sucking rhythmically, making him groan
deep in his throat.

Buffy pulled back, panting for air, pressing her face
against the side of his neck. Her entire body was on
fire as she writhed and squirmed, trying to be even
closer.

Spike worked his hands underneath her bottom and
stood up without breaking their connection. He turned
and carried her the few feet to his bed, then lowered
her onto it, pressing her down into the mattress.

She wrapped her legs around his churning hips, as a
bizarre thought occured to her; she still had her shoes
on. She was laying beneath her mortal enemy, who was
doing things to her body that she had never even dreamed
of, and she was completely naked except for a pair of
white socks and sneakers.

Caught in the swift flow of passion, her lover drive into
her again and again, and Buffy knew it would soon be
over. She could feel her orgasm approaching and she
welcomed it eagerly, lifted her hips to meet it head
on, and screamed with pleasure as it finally washed
over her.

She was dimly aware, on some level, that Spike
had been with her when she came. He collapsed
on top of her, his own frame shaking with exhaustion.

Buffy felt his mouth against the side of her neck,
and she tensed momentarily, but all he did was kiss
her there, and whisper incomprehensible compliments
to her.

The last clear thought she had before she fell asleep,
was to remind herself to take off her shoes and socks
next time.

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Her eyes opened slowly, moving around a room made
golden by candlelight. The bed beneath her was soft
and giving, and she was blanketed by a satin comforter
that felt cool against her skin.

She became aware of other sensations a little at
a time.

Shifting in the bed, she stretched her legs and
arched her back. There was a slight soreness be-
tween her thighs, and she blushed as she remembered
why.

Three sexual encounters with two different men in
the last twenty-four hours had left it's mark on her.

As much as she would have liked to wipe the
first one from her memory, she couldn't deny it had
happened. She could only hope that Parker would
keep his big mouth shut about it. Since she planned
to keep a wide distance between them, maybe he
would forget the less than memorable experience
as well.

She felt an arm around her waist, and she turned her
head as it tightened, pulling her closer. Her eyes
met Spike's, and they both smiled.

"Awake at last." His voice was silky and sexy, and
it made her tingle all over.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked.

"Couple of hours."

Buffy sat up and stretched. Feeling strangely shy, she
made sure the comforter was covering her where it should
be. "I guess I missed most of my classes today."

"No," he corrected her, sliding one hand up her back
to caress her warm skin. "You missed all of your classes
today, schoolgirl. You don't think I'm letting you leave
NOW, do you?"

Although his tone was light, Buffy was pretty sure that
he meant what he said. "And how do you think you'll
keep me here?"

Spike sat up and moved behind her. Lifting her hair from
the side of her neck, he nuzzled her skin. "Well," he
murmured. "I could tie you to the bed...or I could tear
your clothing up...or I could fuck you into unconscious-
ness." He nipped at her shoulder. "Which would you pre-
fer?"

Buffy pulled away, the crude word jarring her for some
reason. "Is that what we've been doing? Fucking?"

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, briefly
surprised to see her socks and shoes on the floor. He
must have removed them after she'd fallen asleep.

Spike grabbed her arm before she could leave the
bed. "Wait...I'm sorry. That was crude, and I'm sorry
I said it."

Buffy allowed him to pull her closer and soothe her
hurt feelings.

"What I meant to say..what I SHOULD have said..was
that I could keep you here by making love to you over
and over again," he whispered in her ear. "Until your
lovely body is so completely sated with pleasure that
you can't move even an inch from my side."

She stared into his eyes, hypnotized by his words, by
his tone of voice. Where had THIS Spike been hiding
all these months?

Was this his true self, and had she simply been too
wrapped up in Angel to see it? Or, would he revert
back to his viciousness and violence once the glow
of bed wore off, the novelty of sex with a slayer?

Her silent introspection must have shown on
her face.

"I know what you're thinking," he said.

"Think so?" She combed her fingers through her messy
hair, pulling at the tangles.

"Yeah." He climbed out of the bed and crossed the
room. Unconcerned with his nudity, he retrieved her
shoulder bag from the floor, glanced into it, and
brought her hairbrush to her.

But instead of handing it to her, he sat down behind
her and began pulling the brush through her hair,
being gentler than she had ever been on the snarls.

"You're wondering why I'm acting like this. You're
asking yourself if you can really trust me, or if I'll
pin you down and drain every drop of blood from your
pretty body..relax, baby..and you want to know if I
meant all those things I whispered in your little ear."

He tossed the brush aside and buried his face in
her hair.

"God, you smell wonderful."

"Thanks. It's my...shampoo, I guess." Her voice
sounded strange to her own ears, light and airy,
and very far away. She recognized what was
happening; she was becoming aroused once again.

"No," he murmured. "It's you. There's nothing artificial
about it. It's your scent..it calls me..entices me."

"Ohh.." she moaned weakly, raising one hand and
slipping it behind his neck. "That's..that's just..." Her
voice trailed off.

"Just what?" he asked, as his hands began to tug on
the comforter she used as a shield, a very ineffective
shield.

Buffy tried to clear her head. "Sort of...primitive. I
mean..."

"I know what you mean, sweetheart. It's the way an
animal senses his mate. The way he can find her with
his eyes closed."

This particular imagery was wildly exciting. She shut
her eyes and pictured herself in a room filled with people.

Buffy watched herself turning slowly in a circle, searching
the faces of those surrounding her, then seeing him
moving through the room directly towards her, stalking her.
He followed her as she wove in and out through the
crowd, staying right on her heels, catching her and pulling
her close....

"You must be thinking about something very nice." Spike's
voice anchored her to reality. "The look on your face is
breathtaking."

She leaned her head back against his shoulder and opened
her eyes as she moved her hand from behind his neck
and around to cup his cheek, urging him closer. "Kiss me."

He complied instantly, turning her in his arms and re-
clining back until she was stretched out on top of
him.

Several moments later, Buffy broke the kiss and laid
her cheek on his chest, once again closing her eyes when
she felt him stroking her hair. "Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"What you said before..about what I was thinking? You
were right. Is this just one incredible afternoon? Are we
just gonna forget about it and keep trying to kill each
other tomorrow?"

Spike shook his head. "I don't want to kill you, honey. Look
at me..LOOK AT ME!" he demanded, tilting her chin
up and staring into her eyes. "Do you think I've waited
this long for ONE afternoon in your arms?"

As much as these words thrilled her, she tried to stay
focused and pragmatic. "How can it be anything else?"
she asked. "We can go to sleep tonight and wake up
together in the morning..but we'll still be who we are..a
vampire and a slayer."

"We'll deal with it," he replied fiercely. "If we have to
take it day by day..or hour by hour..or minute by
minute."

Buffy sighed. "I still don't see..."

"Stop it!" he ordered. "Buffy...there's no turning back
from this now. It's too late."

He rolled over in bed suddenly, pinning her to the
mattress with his body.

"How can I touch another woman after being with
you, luv?" He kissed her hard. "I'm already more
than halfway in love with you, and it won't take much
for me to fall the rest of the way."

Buffy was truly surprised. He must have seen it on
her face, because he smiled.

"You think vampires can't feel love, don't you? I mean
real vampires..not half-assed ones like your ex."

"Well..."

He shook his head slowly. "That's a common misconcep-
tion," he added. "I can love you just as completely as
any other man...maybe even more."

She gazed into those lovely dark blue eyes, search-
ing for the truth of his words. He met that gaze boldly,
with absolutely no evasion.

**Sometimes...you have to take a leap of faith..no
matter how impossible something seems to be.**

Twining her arms around his neck, she drew him
down to her and whispered, "Make love to me."

He smiled. "I will, baby...I will."

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TBC.....

Feedback? Do it, baby!

Title: No Turning Back
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: One more rewrite of
Harsh Light of Day.
Feedback: Yes, please.



Epilogue....


They made love all afternoon, until Buffy was
too exhausted to respond to her insatiable
lover and fell asleep.

When she woke up, he was still there beside
her, watching her.

**Okay, he gets SO many bonus points for this**

She smiled. "What are YOU looking at?"

"My girl," he said firmly, grinning back at her in
a cocky, self-satisfied way.

"Is that so?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded slowly.

"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"

He shrugged, tracing the features of her face with
his finger tip. "Baby...I've been making love to you all
day long. Now, if THAT doesn't make you my girl, then
nothing will."

She stretched like a cream filled kitten. Her arms
slid beneath the pillow and she was surprised when
her fingers encountered a scrap of satin.

Curious, she pulled the material from underneath
the pillow and stared at it.

Her eyes narrowed as she waved a slutty looking
red satin and lace nightgown in front of his nose.

"Not yours, I presume." Her voice was heavy with
sarcasm.

"Uh, no," Spike replied, grabbing the gown away from
her and tossing it across the room. He tried to kiss
her, but Buffy wasn't having it.

"Not so fast," She placed her hands on his chest
and held him off. "Just who is the owner of that
tacky looking thing?"

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off
before he could say a word.

"Don't tell me...Harmony. You're shacking up with
Harmony." It wasn't a question.

Spike had the grace to look embarrassed, and she
knew she'd been right. Shaking her head in disgust,
she felt a wave of jealousy wash over her.

"Okay, Harmony has to go," she said, her tone of
voice telling him that she wasn't kidding.

"Agreed," he answered promptly.

"Because if you think that I'm going to share you
with that half-wit, then you're not right in the head,"
she added.

Spike's eyes widened briefly at the possessive note
in her voice, and he pounced on her, wrapping his
fingers in her hair to keep her where he wanted her.

"You should know too," he said, "that I won't be
sharing you with anyone, either."

"I figured that," she replied.

"I mean it, Buffy." His voice was soft, but very
serious. "I swear I will never lay a hand on you in
anger, or hurt you in any way. Do you believe me?"

Looking into his eyes, she did...and she nodded. "I
believe you."

Spike smiled. "Good. Because I mean it...I will never
hurt YOU. But," he added, "you'll see violence like
you've never seen before if I see Parker anywhere near
you."

His voice remained quiet and controlled, but she knew
he meant every word he said.

"Look..I don't want anything to do with Parker ever
again," she said. "But you can't kill him if he talks to
me."

"Watch me."

Buffy decided not to pursue the discussion any
further. He was feeling protective and possessive,
and wouldn't...or couldn't...be reasonable about it.

She rubbed her hands up and down the muscles
of his upper arms, digging her nails in lightly.

"Sooo...you pack up Harmony's designer originals
and hang a sign on the door saying you've moved
and left no forwarding address, okay?"

"Consider it done," he said, smiling. "Now let's stop
talking, because if I don't kiss you soon I won't be
responsible for what happens."

"Then kiss me," she whispered, drawing him down
to her. "And don't stop for a long time."

"Anything for you, sweetheart. Anything you want."

The moment before his lips met hers, she thought of
one more thing she wanted to say.

"By the way...don't lose that ring."



The End.