Maine

27-year-old Buffy Summers O'Connor stood looking out the bank of floor to ceiling windows rubbing her arms pensively. The turbulent sea and gray skies was a fitting backdrop for her torn heart and unyielding pain.


*God, was it just a year ago that Angel and I stood here wrapped in each other's arms planning a family? *


A silent tear slid down her drawn face as she thought of her high school sweetheart/husband who had succumbed to the ravages of lymphatic cancer not 8 months before.



*My beautiful Angel. * She thought to herself remembering the valiant battle he had put up against the disease.


She had sat by his side from the very day he had been diagnosed, held his hand through the radiation, then the chemotherapy, and finally through his dying days. His once strong body becoming thin and frail, his once twinkling dark eyes fading in front of her, his only living family, his only living link to the world he was leaving behind. He had made her promise that she would move on and live life for him, find someone new, start a family, "27 is too young and you my love are too beautiful to pine away for someone who is gone. Someday we'll be together but not for a very long time. Promise me Buffy."

So she had promised and Angel had passed to the next world quietly in his sleep the very next evening.

The funeral had been small; only close friends had been on hand to help Buffy release his ashes to his beloved sea. The lawyers had brought her in to discuss the will he had drawn up when he had first found out about the cancer and after all the legal red tape and bills had been cleared up and paid off Buffy was astounded to find that Angel had left her with a little less than 20 million dollars.


Turning from the windows with a deep sigh, she walked to the entryway of the beach house she had shared with Angel, picked up her leather travel bag, slung it over her shoulder and with a last quiet murmur, "Goodbye Angel" She walked out of the door and locked her past behind her just as she had promised.






Sunnydale California 8:35 am the next week


"Ya da."
"Ya."
"I got it." *Bleedin' worrywart. *
"I got it. She'll be here today, young, alone, widow, pretty, leave her alone, ya."
"Ya, everythin' s'done."
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Ya."
"Love you too, love to Anya, bye."

Heaving a sigh of relief 19-year-old William "Spike" Giles clicked off the hand held and shook his bleached blond head ruefully as a smile graced his handsome face. His father Rupert Giles and his second wife had moved more than a year ago, to an entirely different country no less, and he still called to check up on his son everyday. Today had been no exception. The usual pleasantries, followed by a thorough run through of his responsibilities as the sole face in the good ol' U.S. of Giles Sanderson realty and how it applied to his newest neighbor and former house buyer. Rolling his eyes as he padded down the oak floored hallway to the master bedroom, he tossed the phone onto the deep forest green duvet before walking to the set of double French doors on one side of the room. Pushing the doors open to let in the early morning breeze, he unbuttoned his faded jeans as he walked to the deep cerulean blue tiled pool, pausing for a moment to let them drop, he then dove into the cool depths.





2 hours later

Buffy pulled her black jeep up to 1630 Revello drive and parked under one of the huge sycamores that lined the pretty block. Resting her slim hands on the steering wheel for a moment she gazed at what would in a few minutes be her new home.

Warm beige graced the siding of the house, with a deeper brown for the trim, setting off the pretty green yard. The house was cozy and inviting.

*I wish you were here Angel; you'd love it here. *

Shaking away the sad thoughts Buffy reached up to tilt her rear view mirror so she could assess the damage the last leg of the journey had done to her hair. With a tsking sound she reached across the passenger side into her purse on the floor for her brush. Pulling the leather hair tie out of the messy mane she proceeded to do what she could. After a minute or so of fussing she gave up and pulled the golden locks back into a messy bun leaving stray strands to frame her lovely face.

*Good enough. Mister Giles certainly won't notice the slovenly waif on his doorstep so why should I bother? Mister....hmmm...now what did Anya say her stepson's name was? Ward? Warren? William....that's it. *

Buffy nodded her head to herself knowingly before glancing at the carrier that sat in the passenger seat.

"See Louie? Told you your mama was a smart cookie," the large black cat merely blinked its gold eyes sleepily at her. "Well, wish me luck," she said before opening the door to the car and starting up the brick walk of the neighboring house.

The house of her new neighbors was exquisitely landscaped and maintained. Crème paint was accented with deep plum trim, the porch that ran the length of the front of the house was also bricked in used brick for a more homey feel, while an oak swing moved slightly in the breeze to the right of the door. Plants of all shapes and colors festooned the porch in colorful pots and spilled over into the flowerbeds creating a riot of color and symmetry.

*I'm going to have to ask who does the landscaping." Buffy thought before raising her hand to knock on the front door.

"'Old on." A distinctive male voice could be heard through the door. British she'd guess pondering for a moment if her real estate agent had also been British. She didn't think so but with the move and the tying up of last minute details, who could be sure. Mentally shrugging her shoulders she again turned to the lovely view of the yard.

*Yep, definitely asking about the landscaper. *

"Buffy Summers?" A rich baritone caressed over her like a warm summer breeze.

Turning around at the voice Buffy's heart went into a spin as her lips went dry at her first sight of the 19-year-old William.

*Cor she's beautiful. *

Spike stood for a moment lost in the luminous hazel green eyes of the drop dead gorgeous blond standing in front of him before he could find his voice.

"Buffy Summers right?" He asked again his voice cutting momentarily around the lusty haze that filled said blondes mind.

"Oh...uh...yep that's me Buffy Summers. Always have been, always will be, at least that's what they tell me. Who they are I don't really know but when I meet them....er..."

Her voice trailed off at the truly blinding light that was Spike's smile,
"Rambling....sorry."

*Good going Buffy show the handsome man how truly you are NOT a bleached blond! * She scolded herself not realizing that Spike was still watching her with an amused grin on his face.

"Would you like to come in? I just put on a pot for a cuppa maybe you want?"

"A what?"

"A cuppa, you know tea?"

A becoming red blush stole over her cheeks, *Bloody 'ell she's cute. * Spike thought looking down on his new neighbor.

"Um...sure...why not?" Buffy mumbled as she stepped into the airy foyer of the house.

"This way," Spike's voice drifted to her as he closed the door and motioned for her to follow him.

*What a gorgeous ass. * Buffy's thoughts turned decidedly naughty as she followed the young man down the hallway his tight behind encased in black denim jeans that only enhanced what God had given him. *Would I love to spend hours just nibbling on that. * Her mind starting to drool at the thought of this hunk of British goodness in her bed.

*Aaauuuugh.......too young! Neighbor Buffy! Real estate agent's son you horny old woman! * Buffy tried to curb the radical wanderings of her overactive mind, *But it's been sooooooooo long, and I deserve to break off a piece today! No....No no no no no! You will NOT have lusty forbidden thoughts about the NINETEEN year old next door, no matter how yummy, and lickable he may be! * Shaking her tawny head to dispel the thoughts in her mind Buffy suddenly ran face first into a hard surface.

"Ow..." She mumbled grumpily before realizing two strong hands were holding her steady. Looking up somewhat sheepishly she wasn't at all surprised to see those mesmerizing blue eyes twinkling down at her again. A red hot flush crept up her cheeks in embarrassment.

"Sorry wasn't paying attention."
"S'alright luv, any day a beautiful woman wants to run me over I count myself lucky." The teen smiled down at her as her addled mind latched onto the word beautiful.

"W'don't you 'ave a seat and I'll make you a cuppa? You must be tired. Drove in from the east coast da said."

Sitting down at the butcher block island in the middle of the spacious kitchen Buffy realized how truly tired from the weeklong jaunt she truly was. Leaning heavily on the hand she propped under her chin she allowed herself a moment of rest as Spike set a steaming cup of tea in front of her. Pulling the sugar bowl towards her she answered,

"Maine to be exact. Long drive, but I wanted to see the country and take some new pictures for my portfolio so it was worth it. Now I think I just want to sleep for a week and then lay out in the sun till I'm baked to a crisp. Living on the east coast does not a warm California girl make."

Spike leaned against the warm granite kitchen top and watched her as she spoke. Her face was slender but full of life and excitement even in her exhausted state. Her expressive hazel eyes had a dreamy glow when she spoke of the sun and her perfect pouty lips caressed the china cup in a way that made him wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around his cock, sliding slowly up and back while his hands tangled in the magnificent wealth of her tresses.

*Uh oh...down boy. Wouldn't do to scare the luscious little lady away on the first meeting. *

Pulling his attention back to her words with some difficulty it took him a moment to realize that she had stopped speaking.

"Maine...is it cold there?" Not realizing she had just said that very thing.

With a small giggle Buffy rolled her eyes and took another sip of her tea. *Well, it's nice to know I'm not the only one affected by the yummy goodness. *

"Cold, windy, rainy, but beautiful. I'm going to miss it."

"Why'd you leave then luv?" Regretting the moment he asked as he watched her turn away and a shadow of sorrow flitted across her face before she was able to lock it away again.

"Um...do you think you could show me to the house now? I'm really bushed from the drive." Her voice quavered momentarily before she turned her gaze back to his only to see kindness there.

"Sure luv. Follow me."





The next Morning

Buffy stretched on the comfy bed idly reaching to scratch Lestat's ears before looking around at her newly acquired digs. *This is home now, this is where you belong. * She thought as she sat up.

"Pretty nice huh Lestat? Glad I had the movers deliver everything last week. I'll really have to also thank Anya for having her friend Willow come in and get everything set up for me. She did a wonderful job." Glancing around the spacious loft style room with it's sloping bare wood eves and the hardwood floors, Willow Rosenburgh had set up everything in much the way Buffy would have. Flowing white curtains on the French doors that led out to a tiny balcony, sunflowers overflowing an antique white bisque vase sitting on the antique 18th century dresser both gifts from her mother, with an overstuffed white chenille covered chair big enough for two too sit in, sat in opposite sides of the room. The bed had definitely been the most enticing thing last night however. Angled in the center of the room allowing the person in the bed to look out the doors to the blue skies beyond, it had thoughtfully been made up with crisp white sheets, a fluffy white goose down duvet, and huge soft pillows you could sink into in a minute. The cross breeze from the window on the opposite wall of the doors made for a relaxing and soothing rest. Cozy and elegant Willow had outdone herself; Buffy could hardly wait to see what else the decorator had done for her. Pulling herself from the bed she padded softly to the balcony to gaze up at the California skies in wonder, did it ever get any better than this? A splash from below drew her eyes to the backyard pool of her neighbor only helping to confirm, that YES it did get better!

Buffy watched as Spike drew his lean body from one end of the pool to the other doing his morning laps in long strong pulls. After a half an hour of the vigorous workout she watched as he stopped at the deeper end and raised his body out with his strong arms. A small gasp caught in her throat and her panties grew moist as she took in the naked perfection of his body. Water sheeted off of his well-formed chest, and 6 pack abdominals drawing her eyes down to the muscular legs and calves before they traveled back up to the nether regions of her handsome neighbor. *Oh....Oh my. * Buffy's eyes grew wide as she caught her first glimpse of the cock that wet dreams were made of. *He's huge! * Her eyes bulged and her heart raced as she gazed on it thinking of all the crevices it would be able to reach within her. *Oooooooooo yummy yummy mommy likey! Mommy wants that for her own! * Watching as he walked confidently to the towel he had dropped on the poolside lounge, Buffy practically drooled with envy to be the cotton that licked the wetness off of the firm young flesh.

Turning from the window her thoughts turned to mush as she scrabbled frantically through her travel bag.

*Uhh...must find vibrator. Must have orgasm. *

With a small cry of triumph Buffy hurriedly lay down on the bed, all the while pushing her white cotton panties down to her knees and spreading her legs as far as they would go. She hastily shoved the 8 in toy up into her quivering heat working all the inches into her clenching core while imagining the Brit next door pounding into her with his huge, thick prick.

*Bet he....uh....could make me cum in a minute...* She thought as she shoved the vibrator even deeper into her now drenched quim, throaty moans getting louder, and her body straining upwards, as she continued her self indulgence.

"Oooohhhh.........oh...god....Oh God..............OHHHHHSPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEE......."
Her breathy scream cut across the quiet morning causing the teen that was still on the neighboring porch to jerk his gaze up to the still open doors of Buffy's balcony. His previously flaccid penis now standing up and saluting in response the minute he heard her scream of passion.

*Jesus...* was all his lust addled brain could come up with as he walked inside his bedroom in search of the lube he kept for just such occasions. Flopping onto his still unmade bed, he squeezed some of the gel onto his hands and then grasped his now pulsating hard on in a punishing grip knowing full well he wouldn't last long.

Thoughts of Buffy flooded his mind as he imagined her silken beauty astride him riding his more than average length like a prize bull rider. Squeezing tighter he imagined her wet inner pussy muscles caressing him in an erotic embrace.

"Unnhh.....good...so bloody wet and so bloody tight....You make me want to fuck you ...soo.....hard.......ooooOOO....Buffy."

The words spilled out of him as his pace sped up, the feel of the now warmed lube and the tightness of his imagined partner spurring him on to his final goal.

"Fuck...............Buffy.......FUCKME....OH.......GOD.........CUMMING.......CUMMING........BUFFYNOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW........"

Spike's body lifted off the bed in a tense bow, his buttocks clenching, as his prick started its release. Shot after shot of his life giving seed spilled onto his stomach and chest as he jerked in ecstasy groaning Buffy's name as he came. His hand restlessly continuing to move up and down his softening shaft as he caught his breath thinking only of the blond next door and how she would be his, his da's warning be damned.

Reaching across to the towel he had dropped at the foot of the bed, Spike wiped the sticky substance off his body before depositing the towel on the floor and drifting off once again into blissful slumber. His relaxed mind wrapped around the sexy older woman next door.

In Buffy's room after having her first multiple orgasm at the thought of fucking her young next-door neighbor, she also dropped off into a comfortable sleep her head filled with images of naked skin and deep blue eyes.

Chapter 3 4hrs. Later




Buffy sighed and shook out her wet hair from the towel it had been up in. *Nothing like a hot shower to work out the kinks. And of course get your mind off the sexy naughtiness next door. * The little voice inside her head chided. *Mmmmm...true but there isn't anything wrong with looking at the merchandise as long as you didn't handle the package. Or is that handle it too roughly? * A devilish grin split her face as she pulled on her faded cut off levis and white well worn wife beater in anticipation of unpacking, well, setting up her dark room downstairs in the basement. She had told Anya that this equipment could be left for her to deal with and just to put it there.

Humming to herself as she went down the stairs to fix something to eat before tackling the darkroom admiring the little touches that Willow had so thoughtfully put to the new house. Little things like candles in the bathroom, sprigs of dried roses and herbs hanging artfully in every little nook and hidden areas to freshen the rooms, even a coffee pot that went on at precisely 8:00am awaited her with freshly brewed vanilla roast, to her delight. Opening the icebox she was not surprised to find a fully stocked larder with some already prepared meals sitting neatly in clear cellophane packages just waiting for the microwave.

Drinking her morning cup of coffee she wandered her new home for a bit letting her eyes touch on everything. Overstuffed couches in deep jewel tones set off the warm crème colors of her walls to perfection. Her framed black and white photos were artfully displayed on the walls next to her collection of day of the dead items that she had collected over the years. Setting down her mug on an antique side table she picked up one of her favorite pieces. It was a colorfully painted skull done by a local Mexican artisan to celebrate El Dios del Muerto. She had fell in love with the idea behind the day of the dead celebration a coming together of family past and present, of renewing and remembering the ties that bind. She had found the painted clay skull when she and Angel had been on holiday in a small town called Uruapan in Mexico while wandering the tiny towns square looking at the wares of the local shops and artisans. Buffy and Angel had spent a magical time just being together.

A soft knock on the front door startled Buffy from her thoughts as she carefully set the precious piece down. As she went to answer, she realized her heart had speeded up in the hopes of seeing Spike so soon once again. Pausing to take a deep breath and run her hands over her loose tresses, she opened the door and was surprised to see a striking statuesque red headed woman standing outside.

"Hello? May I help you?" Buffy asked the stranger.

"Buffy Summers? I'm Willow Rosenburg. The decorator?"

"Oh of course, come in....I was just on my way down to the basement so you'll have to excuse the way I look but ...." Gesturing for the woman to come in Buffy wondered briefly if she should run up stairs and put on something more suitable.

Noticing the way the blond's eyes flicked nervously to the staircase Willow immediately sought to put her at ease.

"You look gorgeous, ready to get down and dirty with some package wrasslin' I'd expect? Don't mind the way I'm dressed either, I'm on my way to give my masters thesis on Italian Renaissance Art or else, trust me, I'd be in jeans and flip flops." Her green eyes crinkled merrily at the newest member of Sunnydale.

"I just popped by to be the official Welcome to Sunnydale Wagon. And to let you know that you are being cordially invited to Spike's next door this evening for a good old fashion barbeque. It's just gonna be me and my girlfriend, Xander and his dog, and Spike of course. Thought it would be a good way to meet some friendly faces and it's convenient. Though I suppose I should tell Spike...."Her voice trailing off before the smile returned, "So are we on? Fun to be had? There's even a little dance club we could hit afterwards if you want, called Live Bait. Emphasis more on the live than the bait, and Oh I'm rambling again and you haven't even been able to get a word in edge wise. Sorry nervous habit." Her hands fluttered briefly for a moment before crossing her arms in a mock serious pose, "So, tell me about YOU."

Buffy was so blown over by the hyper active red head that when she stopped for breath combined with the question, all Buffy could do was laugh. Willow looked at her oddly for a moment before joining in at the absurdity that was she.

"Oh...I don't know when I've been so welcomed or have laughed that hard in a long time. Thank you Willow for that, I definitely needed it, and as for the barbeque just let me know when." With a bright smile of her own Buffy decided that she was going to love it here in Sunnydale.

"Well," Willow said turning back to the door "Probably around 6:00 pm. I do have to run over and ok it with Spike right now but he's a good kid, it shouldn't be a problem, besides I told Giles and An that I'd do dinner with him once in awhile so he didn't feel forgotten, so really two birds, one stone."

Willow opened the door and strode outside into the afternoon sun filtering through the trees and lighting her hair on fire.

"So I guess tonight then? Just bring your bod we'll take care of the rest."

"Tonight." Buffy nodded, "I'll be looking forward to it."

"Ok...well bye for now." And with a last wave to Buffy, Willow started on her way next door.

Closing the door Buffy leaned her head against it, *What did I just get myself into? Kid? More like hunky piece of man muffin I wouldn't mind buttering. Oh God how the hell am I gonna pull this off?*

Silently berating herself Buffy pushed thoughts of Spike and his parent's friend Willow to the back of her mind and she went downstairs to tackle her new room.

Chapter 4

The door to Spike's house opened just as Buffy was raising her hand to knock on it, startling her momentarily before returning the smile of the blond hunk.

"C'mon in. Xand said he saw someone comin' up the walk. You look fetching by the way luv." Spike's gaze raked slowly over Buffy's faded low rider blue jeans and her magenta mid drift halter that showed a toned stomach he had to restrain himself from reaching out and touching.

"Thanks, you look nice too." Buffy winced inwardly at the word "nice." *Nice, what kind of word is that? Edible, yummy, tasty, frickin supercalfraglisticexpealadotious is better than nice. Way to school marm it up!*

Following him into the house she was disappointed to see a man about her age with a wide friendly smile and boyish good looks lounging on one of the stools in the kitchen preventing her from being alone with the object of her fantasies.

"Xand, Buffy, Buffy Summers, Xander Harris." Spike waved at the man by way of explanation, trying not to show his angst at introducing the pretty widow to the single carpenter.

*It's not like I don't like the git, but she's mine, at least she will be...someday...maybe...* He shook away the thoughts as he turned his back leaving the two others to make polite conversation behind him.

"D'ya need some help with that?" A soft voice asked him after a few minutes, unbearably close. Looking over his shoulder he smiled seeing Buffy standing on tiptoe behind him.

"Where'd the whelp go?"

"Who?"

"Xander, the git who is angling for a date luv." He smirked a knowing smirk to mask his feelings before turning back to the task of cutting up the veggies that would be cooked later.

Leaning back on her heels for a moment Buffy seemed to digest this bit of information before replying.

"Ooooh is that what he was doing? I was wondering. It's been awhile, so you practically have to hit me over the head to get a clue. He's nice." She said turning to gaze at the dark haired man outside by the grill before reaching to place her hand on Spike's blue shirted back, "But he's not really my type. Ya know?"

His breath caught at her soft words,*Is she sayin' what I think?*

(BANG)

"We're here!" A cheerful voice carried through the house and into the kitchen causing Buffy to start guiltily and withdraw her hand quickly before it reached it's destination.

*Damn.*
*Damn.*

Both blonds looked up with almost identical plastic grins as Willow and her girlfriend Tara entered the room.

"We brought booze, chips and Uno for later." Willow babbled oblivious while Tara took in the tension in the room between her younger friend and the newcomer with a knowing eye.

"You're underage Spikey so you're gonna have to sit this one out." She teased ruffling the bleached hair affectionately.

"S'allright have my own stock thanks much. Bettern' that swill you yanks try to pass off as alcohol." He replied before pulling Willow into a warm embrace.

"How ya' doin' pet?" He asked Tara over her shoulder not catching the jealous look that crossed Buffy's face at the sight of another woman, even a lesbian, in his arms.

Tara, however, did see and with smooth grace she disengaged her girlfriend with a laugh saying, "If I didn't know better, William, I would swear you were trying to steal my woman."

Watching Buffy's reaction out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the woman visibly relax as Willow wrapped her arms around her lover's waist.

*Ok...so no threesome action there. Not that it matters. He's too young for me. Way too young! So what if I could bounce a quarter off of his ass, it's not all about looks.* Buffy leaned against the counter behind Spike thinking to herself and trying not to let her hands wander desperately over his well defined arms not realizing she was being watched intently by Tara.

*No touching Missy...you be good. You are here as a guest and not to go all doe eyed and moist over some good-looking little boy! He's probably got a girlfriend anyway. And what would Willow say? Or his parents for that matter? Just because you want to throw him down on the floor right this second and suck the chrome off of his bumpers does not mean you will! Self control girl that's me!*

Tara smiled a secretive smile while she watched the obvious sexual fireworks between the two, nodding occasionally while Willow rambled on.

"Wills, Tara, have you met Buffy yet?" Xanders booming voice interrupted Willow's latest reenactment of a professor at school.

"Uh...yeah...duh , Xand, I was the one to invite her." Willow rolled her green eyes at him in a friendly manner before hugging this friend as well.

"Willow thinks Xander, well, most men can't think luv so you'll have to excuse her rudeness when it comes to the male of the species." Spike's breath tickled Buffy's ear sending delicious shivers down her spine and bringing a slight flush to her cheeks as he leaned in close to whisper conspiratorially to her.

"I do not think that men can't think! I just think they don't use the right head most of the time." Willow said tapping Spike on the head before swatting his Levi covered behind playfully.

" Ok..drink time. Let's get this party kicked into gear shall we?"



Later


"Who's bleedin' idea was it to make Uno into a drinkin' game? Can't even see the pieces let alone pull 'em out w'out knockin' 'em over," Spike's slightly slurred speech was echoed by a thoroughly drunk Xander who had taken to sitting with his feet dangling in the lighted pool.

"'Ere, 'ere."

Soft jazz played in the background as the party consumed copious amounts of alcohol and even more amounts of ribs, corn and sweet potatoes roasted on the barbeque. The early evening had turned into a balmy late evening as the group played Uno and talked about the happenings of the world.

"Need 'nother pet?" Spike asked Buffy scraping back his chair gesturing to her empty drink.

"Bring out the bottle and some shots." Willow interrupted, "We'll finish this last game the right way."

"S'right, we play hard...we ...er...play hard?" Xanders voice drifted confused to them.

"I think 'at's enough for the Xand man." Spike strode over and helped his friend to his unsteady feet, "C'mon off to the guest room for you."

"But I gotta check on Fang," Xander protested, "She's gonna wanna know where I went."

"Fang will be fine 'm sure," Buffy heard Spike reply as he half carried his inebriated friend into the house.

Looking at the two women across from her Buffy raised an eyebrow, "Fang?"

"Oh, that's Xander's Chihuahua. She's a little possessive." Tara said as she smiled at the thought of the tiny black dog that Xander had saved from the pound. "He's had her since she was about 3 weeks old, so they're kinda an item."

" I always said any woman that stayed with Xander would have to be a real bitch!" Willow's laughter causing her to tip right out of her chair and spill onto the bricks below her.

"Ooooopsey." A tipsy giggle made Buffy smile as she watched the lighter haired woman help her lover to her feet.

"And on that note...Buffy it's been great getting to know you, we will definitely have to get together and hang out, once the fairy princess here is sober that is." Reaching over to clasp a hand over Buffy's hand in a warm gesture, brown eyes met hazel, "Spike's a good guy, we love him, but he's young. Be careful, be true to yourselves, He would have wanted it this way."

A shock ran down her spine as Tara once again smiled softly at her in understanding before turning to her girlfriend who was now nuzzling her ear. "What say we go home?"

"mmmmm."

"Bye Buffy."
"Bye...Buff..."


Buffy sat in total disbelief at the words that Tara had used. She was so careful all evening to hide her attraction to Spike from everyone. Sitting next to him had been absolute torture. All she could think about was licking every inch of his wholly masculine body. She wanted to just rip off his clothes and make him beg for more while she had her wicked way with him. Now Buffy was more than confused. Spending the evening in denial had only opened her senses to the other qualities that made up this unique man. His quick wit, his vast intelligence on everything from wines to horticulture. He was sweet and caring and everything she had once had in Angel. He was her dream man. But he was 19! A teenager, for god's sake. What was Tara saying? Who would have wanted this? Angel? Surely not. He would have wanted her to find someone her own age, not go around robbing the proverbial cradle. Yes Angel wanted her to be happy, and yes he had made her promise that she would move on, but to Spike? *Oh god what did she do now? Gotta go. Leave before...*

"Where'd the witches go?"

Buffy's head whipped around towards his voice, the motion and the alcohol causing her to loose her balance momentarily and start to tumble to the ground like Willow had earlier.

Stepping forward Spike caught Buffy into his strong embrace before she fell all the way. Buffy allowed herself to settle, catching her shocked breath, against his taut muscles a moment, wishing it were real and she could stay that way forever. The feeling of his hand running hesitantly through her hair and across her cheek jarred her back to reality abruptly. Pulling herself from his arms she tried to mask the pain she felt with a bright smile.

"Um...a little too much too drink. I think I'd better go too."

"I'll walk you luv."

Buffy gulped as she looked down at the hand that was now holding hers snugly.

"Uh...Oh..ok, but it's just next door." She tried to play off her nervousness with teasing.
"I mean it's not like I'm going to get lost."

Sensing that something wasn't right Spike dropped her hand and nodded staring at nothing beyond her shoulder.

" I had a great time tonight." She said softly regretting the teasing that had obviously upset him. "Maybe next time, my house?" Her voice trembled slightly when he didn't look at her but nodded again without replying.

"Well, I'll see you later." Buffy's heart aching as she watched Spike walk to the sliding glass door on the patio and into the dark of the house leaving her to find her own way out.

Hot tears slid down her face as she stared for a moment at the place Spike had stood and tried to figure out just what went wrong. Lowering her head, she swiped at the tears angrily, before drawing herself up to her full diminutive height and stalked haughtily from the backyard blond hair tossed defiantly behind her shoulder like a lions mane.

*Dammit, NO man left Buffy Summers without a by your leave. Certainly not William Giles. He probably thought he knew her, probably thought she'd be begging him to walk her home and then beg for him in her bed as well. Not likely, he just met his match. From now on it would be her shots that were called and his cute little ass doing the calling. Oh yes... baby wants to play?He had another think coming.*

Watching her from the darkness Spike allowed a small smile as he watched the tiny firecracker, stalk out of his yard. It had hurt him to see her cry he hadn't expected that, all he wanted to do was go back out into the yard and hold her, and tell her he didn't mean it, but he had to play it this way. Tara had said so. And if anyone knew human nature it was his older friend Tara McClay Psychologist M.D. She was a witchy one but he had learned long ago that you listened to Tara when she spoke and when she had pulled him aside between courses earlier in the evening; he wasn't the bit surprised that she knew he was lusting after the new neighbor. Nor had he been surprised to find that she knew the attraction was mutual. What did surprise him however is just how strongly Tara said Buffy was going to fight the attraction because she thought he was too young. Tara had seen the same torment in many of the patients she had treated over the years and it never ceased to amaze her that people just didn't give in. If it's legal and it's safe, go for it was her way of thinking. She told Spike he was going to have to play hard to get if he wanted this one, as she believed he did. So Spike had taken her advice to heart and started the hard to get that very night. *Doesn't mean I have to like it though!*

TBC

Chapter 5


Sunshine streamed through the upper floor window onto the messy bed. Raising her head from the pillow she lay face down on, Buffy groaned, *What the HELL did I drink last night? My mouth feels like it's grown fur.* Sticking her tongue out she made a distinct yuck face while trying to push the hair in her face out of it. *Jesus...remind me not to drink with Willow and Spike ever again. Mmmm...Spike.* She smiled for a moment before clambering to a kneeling position in the middle of the bed. *Whoa,* Buffy held her head briefly to try and calm the clog dancers that were currently doing their Riverdance best to make her head explode. *Oh God...I feel so shitty. Am I still in my clothes from last night? Why the hell is there a piece of cheese stuck to my pillowcase? What the hell happened?* Buffy's mind, scrambled though it was, tried to remember the night before. *Ok I remember Spike opening the door, Xander falling in the pool, Uno, shots, some more shots, what was that stuff? Spike said it was the good stuff, tasted like sewer water to me. Shots, and finally we come to a big blank.* Wincing at the pain in her head, she tossed the cheese onto the floor and then yanked her wrinkled top off while she struggled to get off the bed. Undoing her pants, and dropping her bra and panties on the way to the shower Buffy didn't even realize she was still staggering. *Shower, hot, soothing...must get rid of fuzz in brain and on teeth.* Finally making it to the tiled bathroom, she turned on the shower full blast and then rooted around in her medicine cabinet for aspirin. *Ah ha.* Coming up with the bottle she had placed in there the day before Buffy popped a couple in her mouth and then leaned against the cool mirror surface of the cabinet. Looking into her bloodshot eyes she shook her head, *I look like I've been dropped out of an airplane face first. If I feel this bad, I wonder how the others are? Maybe I'll take some coffee and bagels next door and check it I doubt any of them went home if they were even half as smashed as me.* Nodding her head to herself her mind made up Buffy stepped into the hot shower.





*Oh god Buffy...yes luv...right there... yeah...suck it harder....mmmm...harder....you're so bleeding beautiful...oh yea..........now my balls.....god your tongue.........it's..........fuck.....* Spike's body withered and arched under his dream goddess's attentions. *Oh yea baby.........deeper.........take all you.......gaaaaa........fuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk.....I'm gonna...........oh god..........baby........buffy........I'm gon..........CUMMMMMMMMMMINGGGGGGGG* Spike's eyes popped open with the first tremor of orgasm, his hand still stroking his cock as it had been in his sleep. Rolling his head back into the pillow he arched his neck imagining Buffy drinking deep of his seed. A strangled groan was torn from him as his body tensed with the last throes of orgasm.

Collapsing in his bed, Spike looked around hazily and chuckled, *Well if you can't beat em....beat em.* Reaching into the dresser by his bed, he pulled out a t-shirt and proceeded to wipe the remnants of his pleasure, from his body.

"KNOCK....KNOCK."

*Who in bleedin' ell?* Spike sat up.

"KNOCK ...KNOCK." Swinging his feet to the floor he pulled on his faded Levi's from the night before and strode bare-chested to the front door.

"Go Away."

"Huh? Oh um hi Spike, I thought maybe you guys would be up and could use some fortification after last night so I brought coffee and eats." Buffy rushed through her explanation trying not to stare at the finely chiseled arms, abs, and pecs on the young man.
*No shirt....Drooling now. And he's so sexy with that just woke up look, Oh god, I did just wake him up.*

"Oh, I woke you, I didn't mean, I can come back, here you guys enjoy when you all get up." Shoving the bag of goodies at Spike even as she was turning away.

"No one's 'ere luv."

"No one's?"

"'Ere, don't you remember the witches left when I was putting Xander to bed?"

Buffy frowned for a minute thinking, "No, but then I don't remember anything after the shots."

"Oh, well, yea, the witches left last night and Xander left earlier this morning."

"How much did I drink?" Buffy asked cautiously not sure she wanted to know. "And if I made a fool of myself you'd tell me right?"

*Can't remember...well that blows Tara's idea all to hell, shoulda' just went for it. Yea but then she'd be right pissed to wake up in the morning next to me and not even remember how.* Spike sighed at this and idly ran his hand over his chest drawing Buffy's green eyes to the area.

*God, he is sooooooo beautiful even first thing in the morning, especially first thing in the morning. Would that I could be that hand right now, or maybe in the shower.*

Realizing that he had lost her again Spike spoke cutting into her fantasies, " If you don't mind sharing with me, then by all means." Pushing the door open so that Buffy could step inside.

"I dunno," She teased, "You don't look like you could hold much down."

*Hold down me.*

"Oh I wouldn't say that, been known to hold things down just fine, WHEN I wanted."

Buffy's knees turned to jelly as he winked at her sexily as he allowed her to precede him into the cool interior. *Yummmy.*

Chapter 6


Buffy walked into the kitchen trying to keep her mind firmly on the task of preparing the coffee and bagels and not the hot blond walking behind her, she could almost feel his intense gaze licking at the fires burning inside her.

*Cor she's got a perfect ass.* Spike thought keeping his eyes on Buffy's gently swaying behind as she walked. *Christ what I'd give to pound that sweet little behind into my mattress for couple of hours, make her scream my name while she cums around me all her lovely muscles tightening, caressing....grrrr.*

His cock hardened painfully within his jeans despite his having cum not more than 20 minutes before. *Shower, shower now. Make small talk later.* His blood deprived mind was sending caveman like signals, as he cut through the room opposite Buffy on route to the closed door and hidden relief of the restroom.


Buffy walked into the kitchen and set the goodies on the counter before turning around to look at her host only to find he had disappeared. A confused look crossed her face, "Spike?" She asked perplexed, "Spike?" A little louder this time.

" Yea Luv?" His white blond popped around the kitchen doorway corner startling her.

"Eeep," she squeaked as her hand went to her chest trying to calm her racing heart while taking deep breaths.

His cock throbbed uncontrollably as his jeans grew ever tighter, *Grrrr....she keeps this up and I won't need the shower just a clean pair of jeans!*

Unbeknownst to Spike Buffy was struggling with similar thoughts about the studly youngster.

*He looks like he's a wolf on the prowl, God look at those eyes...looking at me like I'm his next meal...oooo, I wish...so the next question is ....how the hell am I going to stay away from him? Well.... for starters you might start STAYING away from him!* Buffy's inner Spike nibbling demon arguing back right away, * But that would be rude, and certainly not neighborly, and besides it's not like I've done anything, no harm in looking at his scrumptiousness.*

"Sorry," Spike said staring hungrily at her breasts as they rose and fell with her breaths wanting nothing more than to rip her shirt and bra off and feast on the two perfect globes.

"Um...did you want this in here or on the patio?" She asked gesturing to the food while averting her gaze a small, knowing smile on her face.

"Patios fine pet. 'M just gonna get a shower then I'll be right out."

"Oh ok, see you in a few." Trying hard not to let her mind trip her tongue as she imagined the water sliding down his tight abs and over his perfectly sculpted ass.

Retreating to the bathroom he closed the door behind him sighing as he leaned back against the cool wood. Reaching down he deftly unbuttoned his jeans allowing them to drop to the floor. Looking down at his angry erection he smirked, "Gonna get us in deep mate if you're not careful." Shaking his blond head he turned on the taps and stepped under the warm water closing the clear glass door behind him.

Buffy, meanwhile, looked through the cupboards, pulling out plates and utensils for the small brunch before taking everything out to the patio table to set up, trying hard to keep her mind off the man in the shower.

Spike tilted his head back allowing the water to sloosh down over his scalp, closing his eyes with a groan of pleasure. As His thoughts turned to the blond in the kitchen his throbbing manhood called for his attentions. Grabbing the body wash off the nearby shelf he poured a generous amount into his palm. Taking his tormented almost purple cock into his hand he began a slow sliding motion that caused him to gasp quietly. With his other hand he pushed the showerhead to the side and leaned back against the wall, his body beginning to arch into his soapy, thrusting hand. The water beaded up on his well-defined arms running down his chest and abs to drip off his dark hair covered balls. Straining towards the ecstasy he sought his mind drifted off again to the little fireball of a next-door neighbor.

"Grraaaaaaaa....," he groaned as he imagined Buffy in the shower with him, her ruby lips wrapped around his cock taking him ever deeper into her mouth and throat. Tightening his grip on his prick his fantasy girl stopped deepthroating and with a wicked grin licked him from stem to sternum before taking his balls into her hands and massaging them gently. "Ummmmmm........god....Buffy....," his voice taking on an almost desperate quality. "Oh...yea.....God.......just like that......Buffy," He groaned even louder than before his head rolling on the tiles behind him as his hand sped up.

Buffy stood back for a moment looking with some pleasure at the table she had set, *Yep, I was born to do this. Well...with a little help from Willow.* Giggling impishly she started back to the kitchen for the sugar and cream.

"Oh...god,"

Buffy paused for a moment thinking that she had heard something.

"Buffy..." She definitely heard that.

Suddenly there was a loud banging and crashing noise, *Spike?!* Fear crawled down her spine imagining the worst, *Had he fallen? Cracked his head?*

"oooOOoohhh ..."

That was definitely pain she heard, her imagination taking off at a gallop as she rushed into the house her feet carrying her to the closed restroom door. Straining to hear through the door she heard another groan, *That's it.* She thought pushing the door open into the steamy room.

"Spike?" Her tremulous voice came out weak even to her ears as she crept closer with her heart hammering, thinking of only the worst.

"Oooh yeah, deeper Buffy deeper."

Buffy's eyes bugged out as she took in the wickedly sinful sight in front of her eyes. Spike leaning with his eyes closed his hand tugging and pulling quickly on his prick.

*Oohhh....oooh...yy.....wllwwwww....* Her mind abandoned all conscience effort to actually come up with sensible words to describe the beauty in front of her. Watching Spike run his hands up and down his thick, turgid rod Buffy all but dropped to her knees in supplication, *Mmmmmmmm....oohhhh,* her mind drooled as her hand reached down into her jean shorts to unconsciencially rub her clit through her thong.

"Buffy....gaaaaaaaaa........suck me Buffy........suck me.....Oh.....yea baby......like that.......just........LIKE.........THAT.........." Spike's voice flooded over her as three of her fingers snuck under the elastic to embed themselves in her moist cavern.

"Yea..........blood 'ell.......godd.....buffy.........." His voice raised as his hand sped up to almost blinding speed. "Almost there luv....al .........most.......the...re....."

"huh........huh....huh......" Buffy echoed his groans quietly as she thrust her fingers deeper into her wet cunt.

"Ooohhhh........now Buffy.........Now..........I'm gonna..........cum..........NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW." Spike howled his body arching as he convulsed in orgasm, his warm seed arcing to land on the far wall of the shower before sliding down it.

Buffy watched as Spike fell over the edge biting down on her lip hard as his roar of pleasure ripped through her causing her to trip over the edge herself. *Mmmmmmm...mmmmm...*

Spike continued to stroke his rigid cock for a few more moments before the need for breath caused him to slump back with his eyes closed. *Buffy.* Running his hand through his hair with a deep satisfied sigh he turned his attention back to the shower head and the cleansing of his body never even noticing the other blond creeping quietly out the bathroom door.

Chapter 7


Buffy fidgeted nervously in the poolside chair waiting for Spike to join her, *maybe I should just go? No, then he'd want to know why and what can I say? Cause I watched you in the shower and now I want to go home and have an intimate one on one afternoon with my 9 inch dildo while I fantasize about your tight, hot body?* Buffy snorted, *I don't think I'd get too far. And THAT would be of the wrong.* Buffy sighed sadly her stomach turning around slowly as she imagined never being with the object of her lustiness. *He's too young for you Buffy, you know this, so why can't you turn off your mind?* She thought to herself sinking even further into the comfortable chair miserably. If she were truly honest with herself she would wonder why she couldn't turn off her heart as well.

As Spike walked out onto the porch a gorgeous grin spread across his face making his cerulean blue eyes sparkle like sunlight on the water. Taking in the sumptuous spread as well as his scrumptious guest his smile got even bigger.

"Looks good pet, why didn't you tuck in? You didn't have to wait for me."

Buffy looked up momentarily startled from her thoughts while sitting up ramrod straight,

"Oh...um...hi...I didn't start because it's rude, and I don't wanna be rude besides I heard a loud bang and I was worried something happened but obviously it didn't cause here you came..er..come..I mean here you are...and I got some fruit out of your fridge I hope you don't...but the strawberries looked really...I also put some sugar and cream...." Her hands fluttering too and fro over the table nervously, finally taking deep breath Buffy grimaced and clamped her mouth firmly shut.

"You ok luv?" Spike looked at her worriedly wondering why she was talking a mile a minute and blushing like a Sunday school virgin.

"Too much coffee." She squeaked before slumping back down trying to make herself into as tiny a ball as humanly possible.

"Um...luv?" Spike looked at her again scarred eyebrow arched, "You haven't drank any."

"Oh," the word came out in an explosive breath, "Well, maybe that's why I feel so weird, ya know, caffeine fixes everything." She smiled a plastered on toothy smile at him, blushing again.

Deciding to let the odd behavior rest for the time being, Spike sat down opposite her and reached for a bagel at the same time she did. Both jumped like they had been electrocuted when their hands touched for a brief instant, before dropping the nefarious bagel back onto the pile.

"G'head."

"No, it's ok. You go ahead."

"Lady's first."

"I think I'll just have some coffee." Buffy said pouring herself the hot black liquid from the decanter next to her. Downing the burning stuff in one gulp, her eyes teared up suddenly and she began to choke.

"Water," she croaked waving her hands in front of her face as if this would help to cool the burning in her tender mouth.

Handing a glass of water to her Spike watched as her face went from flaming red-hot to a more normal golden color. *Christ she even makes choking cute.* He thought to himself as he shifted his weight to a more comfortable position on the chair.

"You ok luv?"

Buffy nodded as she continued to gulp down the cold water not wanting to answer quite yet. *God Buffy,* she silently chastised herself, *could you be more spazgirl? He probably wants to put me in a straight jacket and call the little men in the white coats now.*

"Better?" Spike asked after a moment.

"Better," she replied with a wan smile in his direction, grateful for the dark sunglasses she had put on earlier that hid her brimming eyes as the stress from being so close to him and not being able to touch him came to a head.

"I think I'm just gonna go back home and rest, I'm still feeling a bit punchy, so..." Buffy scooted her chair out and stood looking as if she were about to bolt. "Um...yeah." With that final declaration Buffy Summers practically ran out the side gate to the sanctuary of her own home before the tears started to spill, leaving a thoroughly perplexed Spike behind wondering what in the hell just happened.

Chapter 8 Elsewhere



"I'm telling you Willow, there's something there I can feel it." Tara McClay sat at her antique desk in the middle of her office flipping through files and talking to her girlfriend on the speakerphone.

"But...It's Spike, he's just a kid. She's a woman, a widower, how could there be anything there?" Willows disbelieving voice echoed in the large office.

"He's 19 Willow, not hardly a kid, and very handsome to boot." Tara replied rolling her eyes to herself, "And just because she had a husband who died before does not make her a candidate for the spinsters league. She's still young and she's certainly pretty. I think it would be a good match from what I've seen so far."

"But...." Willow whined, "He's just a baby."

Tara sighed setting aside the case study she was holding and leaning back in her chair, "You've been there since he was knee high, so of course you're going to have some familial feelings for him, but he's an adult now and after the fiasco with Druscilla, I would think you would want for him to be happy no matter what the age difference."

Hearing the quiet logic in Tara's voice Willow relented, "I do, I do. It's just...to
me he'll always be the little boy that I watched after for Giles and An. The little boy I helped wash his scrapes and help build forts in the backyard."

"And he always will be, for you, but it's time for him to find love and if it comes in the form of Buffy, I say for him to go for it." Tara sat back at the desk thinking about the sparks that flew between the two blonds the night before. "And I think we should help them out."

"Well, I do want him to be happy...." Willow's voice trailed off for a second before lowering to a tone of a teenager with a juicy secret, "So tell me witchy woman, what do you have in mind?"





Buffy's House


The phone rang at 2:35 pm waking Buffy from her restless slumber on the couch sofa.

"Hullo?" She spoke into the handheld sitting on the coffee table.

"Buffy? This is Willow. Listen I wanted to invite you tonight, Tara got a big promotion at work and we were going to this little club called the Bronze to celebrate and wanted to know if you would like to come along."

"Uh...I'm not sure. I kinda partied myself out last night." Buffy answered.

"Are you sure, cause Xander was gonna go with a date and Spike's coming..." Willow let her voice trail off thinking, *here's the hook.*

"Xander and Spike are going too? Well, I guess I could pull myself together long enough to celebrate. Besides I'd hate to disappoint Tara."

*Line, and sinker.* Willow high fived the air in front of herself now fully believing that there was definitely some embers worth stoking.

"Great...well, we'll meet you at the club. I'll call Spike on his cell and let him know to give you a ride, unless, you'd rather drive yourself?"

"No, no, that's ok, besides he's too young to drink anyways so he can be designated driver." *That's putting the age difference in the right place.* Buffy thought smugly.

"Yeah, no drinky for Spikey," Willow eyes twinkled as the thought of Spike being to young suddenly tickled her, "He's an upstanding guy, he'll take good care of you I'm sure. So see you at 9:00 pm or so ok?"

"Yep, I'll be there. Thanks for thinking of me. See ya tonight." Buffy said into the phone as she clicked off, her mind already scrambling for what she would wear that evening.

*Did Willow sound sarcastic when she said he would take good care of me?* Shrugging her shoulders Buffy pulled herself from the couch to go in search of her bathing suit.

*I'll just take a nice refreshing dip in my so far unused pool then I'll pamper myself and get ready for the night.* Her heart feeling decidedly lighter than it had been before she had lain down.








An Hour Later

Hearing a splash in the backyard of Buffy's house Spike detoured from his just parked car to her back gate.

"Hello?" He called as he pushed the door open and strode into the backyard.

"Oh hi," Buffy called from where she was standing wringing the water out of her long golden locks.

*Fuck...* Was all Spike's mind could come up with as he gazed on a vision of Aphrodite herself.

Standing at the end nearest the diving board, the sun shown down on Buffy's slender figure carving it out of pure molten gold. His eyes drifted appreciatively over every aspect of her damp skin, taking his time to memorize each and every nuance, each soft curve of her flesh.

Dressed in a deep red bikini that looked to be held on by strings, Spike practically drooled as he took in the rounded breasts restrained by little more than two 3" squares of fabric. His cock coming suddenly and painfully alive reminding him of the tight blue jeans he had on. *She trying to kill me?*

Dropping his gaze lower his eyes ran lovingly across the tight muscles of her stomach, defined an yet still soft, down to her finely shaped thighs and calves. *She is so fucking beautiful.* He thought to himself watching her as she dried herself, patting the dampness away with a beach towel.

Clearing his throat, Spike stuffed his hands into his pants to hide his burgeoning erection, and said, "So Wills tells me we're on for tonight? Thought I'd come by and make sure."

Finally glancing up from her ministrations Buffy smiled widely and nodded, "Yep...You, me and the car make three." She giggled realizing how silly she sounded.

"You'll come over at 9:00 tonight to get me?" She asked.

"Sure luv, just make sure you're dressed to kill, cause you know I'll need someone to keep all the birds off me." He smirked sexily leering at her a little.

"Oh, I'm sure you can handle yourself," She said silkily walking up to him impossibly close before laying her hand on his t-shirted chest and gazing at him from under her lashes, " and don't worry about me you won't even recognize me."

Spike practically purred at her touch, as his hands came out of their pockets to grasp her slender arms, his eyes stormy with want, and his thumbs running softly up and down, sending goose bumps across her naked flesh.

"S'at a promise pet?" He growled his voice dropping sexily as he stared at her full lips, watching as her pink tongue came out to swipe across them.

Buffy's heart started to pound, as Spike pulled her closer still to his muscular body, his blue eyes darkening with lust as Buffy's breathing hitched in her chest.

*Oh god, he's gonna kiss me...* Her mind racing with excitement as Spike dipped his head closer, their lips only centimeters apart.

Leaning down Spike stared into Buffy's lovely hazel eyes, "Till tonight then Pet." His voice smoothing over her like melted ice cream on a hot, hot day.

Brushing his lips chastely against her cheek, Spike dropped his hands from her arms, offered a silly little salute and walked out of the backyard Buffy's eyes following his form in disbelief the whole time.

* Well...DAMN!*

Chapter 9


Buffy stood in her bathroom frowning lightly in concentration as she pulled part of her freshly curled hair back into a clip causing it to cascade down over her shoulders like molten gold.

A pair of large gold hoop earrings completed the look and she was set for the evening. Glancing at the clock sitting on the counter she smiled, *10 minutes to spare, that's a record. *


Looking at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door, She tried to picture Spikes reaction when he picked her up tonight. The dress she had picked out was a soft drape of black silk that crossed over one shoulder and flowed down her petite form snugly with high slits that reached mid-thigh on either side.

4 inch black strappy heels, a couple of slim gold bangle bracelets, and her favorite vanilla and sandalwood body oil, placed in strategic locations and she was ready. *Dress to kill, he said. Well Buffy, let's see if we can get away with murder. Spike's not gonna know what hit him.*

Winking at herself playfully in the mirror, Buffy walked out of the restroom and started down the stairs just as the front door bell rang.

Slinging a tiny black purse hanging on a thin strap over one slender shoulder and then fluffing her hair with her fingertips once more, Buffy took a deep calming breath and opened the door.

The first sight of Spike dressed in black form fitting tailored linen slacks and a white silk shirt that was unbuttoned to mid chest, paired with a simple silver chain around his strong neck, knocking her for a loop. *Gaah.........uhhhhh.....* Her brain taking off once again into the realm of no conscience cohesion of thought. *He's so HOT!* was all Buffys mushy brain was able to assimilate as she took in the whole of Spike.

Equally stunned Spike stood bathed in the warm light of the porch light not uttering a sound as he looked upon his dream come to life.

"You...are the most beautiful thing 've ever beheld m'lady." He said in a husky voice, after a moment that sent delicious shivers down her spine. "These are for you," Holding out a bouquet of wild flowers for her, Spike smiled shyly, the awkward but equally appealing younger man shining through the sexy confident exterior for a moment.

"Thank you," Buffy said blushing lightly, accepting the flowers and inhaling deeply of their fragrance, "They're lovely."

"Shall we?" Spike asked offering her his arm gallantly in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Let me put these in water first and then we most certainly shall." Buffy said before turning and disappearing into the house momentarily.

"All set." She said returning, gracing Spike with a brilliant smile. Her lovely eyes glowed with excitement as she took his arm, her hand unconsciencally taking a moment to caress the muscles underneath.

"Then your chariot awaits your pleasure Madame." Spike returned her smile mischievously before reaching in and locking the door to the house and pulling it shut behind her.

"Hmmm...my chariot looks an awful lot like an old jalopy," Buff teased gently grinning as they walked to his De Soto.

"'S a classic I'll have you know. Mint condition at that." He complained good naturedly pausing to lovingly caress his car, "M'baby."

Releasing her arm for a moment, Spike pulled open the passenger side door and helped Buffy into the car as she rolled her eyes. "What is it with men and their cars? I remember Angel used to go completely nuts for this..." Her voice trailing off suddenly as she realized what she had said and tears sprung unbidden to her eyes.

"Luv?" Spike's worried voice sounded close to her ear as he lowered himself next to her just inside the still open car door. "You ok?"

"Yeah," She smiled shakily at him, "Just memories ya know?" She shook her head trying to play it off. "Sorry."

Taking one of her trembling hands into his own, Spike looked deeply into her eyes, "'Snothing to be sorry for luv. The memories will always be there it's how we choose to let them affect us that makes the difference. You loved him deeply, part of you most likely always will, it's what makes you, you. S'not a bad thing. On the contrary, it just shows what a caring heart you have. I, for one, find that wholly endearing."

Gently reaching out and pushing a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, Spike leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before leaning back on his heels with a rakish grin. "What say we get this show on the road? Fun and frolic awaits."

Buffy smiled fully nodding as he stood and closed the door. * He's so wonderful, so thoughtful. Does the age difference really matter?* She thought to herself watching as Spike crossed around in front of the car to climb into the driver's seat before putting the key into the ignition and bringing the De Soto roaring to life. Wrapped deeply in her thoughts Buffy came to a decision, *I don't think I want to miss the chance and not find out. *

Spike glanced over at Buffy offering her a smile before asking, "Music luv?"

Pulling herself from her thoughts she looked at him and nodded, laughing as he turned on the radio and the Sex Pistols flooded the car with raucous punk rock.

*This is what I exactly what I need. * She realized, her whole body lighting up at the younger man's enthusiast ways. Both blonds shared a grin as Spike gunned the motor and they tore away into the night.



TBC

Chapter 10


Buffy surveyed the damage in the clubs restroom mirror with a critical eye, noting how the dim lighting seemed to be making everything opaque and romantic looking. Opening up her tiny purse, she pulled a brush, lipstick, and powder out and laid them on the counter in front of her, starting to touch up her glowing face, as she reflected on the evening so far.

Xander and Spike had gone and gotten drinks for the table, as soon as she and Spike had arrived, along with tequila shots for everyone to toast Tara's promotion to head supervisor of the psychiatric department.

After slamming the shots and drinking part of her Alabama Slammer, Buffy had begun to feel very relaxed and not just a little horny. Looking at the gorgeous man who sat next to her it was all she could do not to tear his clothes off and do body shots off of his toned stomach.

As Xander ordered another round of shots for the table, Spike had taken the opportunity to ask her to dance. Accepting happily, she gave Spike her hand and let him lead her through the club, out to the crowded dance floor. Placing her hands around his neck, she gazed into his bluer than blue eyes as he held her tightly in his arms. The slow swaying motion had his body molding to hers as they each could feel the steady pounding of the others heart. It was a perfect moment but she longed for him to kiss her. She knew that in her mind she had given up on the age difference argument, but as they danced, she glanced in the direction of the table wondering what his older friends would think. Yet, she longed for that kiss still.

*It will just have to be kept quiet that's all there is to that. * Buffy thought as she recapped her lipstick. *I'll just have to convince him that no one can know about us. It's for the best. Can you imagine the looks we'd get from Anya or his father, not to mention everyone else? I'd feel like Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate. Except without the daughter and the impending marriage. * Shaking her head at the direction of her thoughts with a sigh, Buffy closed up her purse and headed out the restroom door and back into the noisy club.


"There you are." A deeply masculine voice broke through her reverie. "I've been looking all over for you luv. We didn't get to finish that dance."

Buffy gasped as she felt Spike's arms wrap around her waist from behind and his lips find the sweet spot in the crook of her neck.

"We....didn't?" She managed to stammer out as her body went from low flame to molten lava with the nibbling he was doing on her neck.

"No. We didn't." Spike murmured huskily as he pulled her gently back into a dark recess under the stairs of the club, his hands gliding up the front of her dress to cup her breasts through the thin material as soon as they were out of sight.

"God, you are so beautiful. All I want to do is worship you, every single part of your body. I want to feel you withering under my hands as I caress you and feel you quaking under me as you cum wrapped around me. Can you let me do that Buffy? Can you let a 19 year old man give you the pleasure you deserve?"

Buffy's eyes swept shut and she whimpered incoherently as she pressed back against him. Feeling his erection through the layers of clothing, she reached behind to grip his ass and bring him closer to her, until they were grinding against each other silently agreeing to his terms.

Spike lathed the side of her arched neck with his lips and tongue as he pushed himself into her firm backside. The smell of her body oil intoxicating him even more as it wrapped its scent around his senses in a warm silken mist. Buffy's hands moved feverishly over his tight buttocks for a moment before sliding her hands over his as they rubbed and molded her breasts, before smoothing down her ribcage and her stomach, to finally cup her heated junction between her thighs, through the thin layer of her dress. The pounding of her blood echoed to the beat of the music in the club, and she gasped in want as he applied pressure to the hidden pleasure zone.

"Oh...Spike." She moaned into his mouth as his right hand came up to capture her chin, turning her face for a deep kiss, while the younger man supported her upper body against his.

"Mmmm...Buffy. So bleedin' gorgeous. So bloody perfect." Spike moaned pulling himself from her honeyed lips and gazing at her with hooded eyes. "I've got to have you luv. I've got to take you home and make you mine."

Barely able to think as his hands continued their torturous slide to all the pleasure points of her body, all Buffy could do was nod against his neck in acceptance before answering throatily.

"Take me home Spike. Take me home and make me yours."

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Chapter 11 Homeward Bound



As soon as Spike slid into the drivers seat of the car and tugged Buffy towards him for a deep, passionate kiss, she couldn't seem to keep her hands off of him.

Buffy moved her body so that she was straddling his lap in the spacious seat as he revved the engine and took off at a dangerously high speed. One of his hands tightly gripped the wheel controlling the car while the other ran under the slit of her dress in single-minded pursuit to the apex of her molten core. Feeling his fingertips travel the length of the elastic while alternating with gentle touches on her inner thigh, Buffy thought she would be burned alive before they even reached the house.

"Uhhh........."She moaned into his neck, squirming as his two of his questing fingers slid under the elastic and into her already soaked quim to pump slowly in and out. Buffy's fingers tightened on his shoulders convulsively as she bit down none to gently on the tender skin of his earlobe and pressed her undulating body tighter to his, causing Spike to swerve the car dangerously.

"Cor luv....careful....mmmhhh....gotta....get home...oh yea...one piece... so...mmmmmmmmm....I can....fuuuuu.......fuck you....yeaaaaaaaaa.......proper." Spike's voice rasped with emotion as he tried to control the car and his overheated responses to the blond fireball on his lap.

"You....ooooooooOOOO........want........to....to.......uhhhmmmmmmm...fuck me?" Buffys voice husky with unfulfilled desire breathed into his ear, making Spike thrust his rock hard erection up against her so she could feel every inch of his want.

"Mmmmmmmm.......you........Oooooooo God Spike.........want you...sooooOH...bad." Buffy's head dropped back as she ground her body down harder onto his fingers seeking the relief only he could seem to give.

Pulling his wet fingers from her Spike grinned devilishly at her moan of protest, "A few more minutes luv and you'll have more than you can 'andle." Buffy leaned back slightly in his lap to watch as he brought his sticky fingers to his mouth to consume the delicious nectar there, the act itself hitching the burning sensations up impossibly higher before she whispered in his ear, "Faster, Spike, Faster."

Pressing his accelerator foot to the floor panel, the De Soto roared through the darkened streets of Sunnydale like a black wraith in pursuit of it's prey. Finally after what seemed an eternity, the classic screeched to a tire smoking halt in front of the occupants' respective homes. Had anyone been peeking out their front window to see what the commotion was, they would have been treated to an erotic dance that would have had the most puritanical scrambling for relief.

Spike opened the drivers' door, catching Buffys arm as she slid off of his lap to step into the deserted street. Never loosening his grasp, Spike rose behind her, only to push her back up against the car to capture her lips in a soul quaking kiss as their arms wrapped tightly around one another.

Catching the open drivers door in his hand, he managed to swing it shut while continuing his passionate assault on Buffy's senses. Deepening the kiss even more their tongues sliding over each other, Spike ran his hands down either side of her body and under her thighs to lift her until she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Pushing himself up against her briefly, he ground his erection up into her overheated core causing her to whimper against his lips in want.

Wrapping one of his strong arms around her back and the other under one of her thighs, Spike walked the short distance to her home never breaking the kiss. Gently letting go of his treasure and setting her feet carefully on the bricked porch, he pulled his lips away from hers, "Keys?"

It took Buffys mind a second to register his request before the keys in question appeared in her hand, her body never pulling fully away from his. Still holding her tightly against him with one hand at her waist, Spike quickly took the keys and unlocked the door, pushing it open to propel Buffy backwards into the house.

As soon as they were inside, the door safely kicked shut and locked behind them, the exploration of one another began in earnest. Buttons flew as Buffy tore at Spike's shirt to get to the marbled perfection she knew lay beneath. Her hands caressed and stroked while her full lips traveled down his now bared skin to capture one of his nipples into her mouth.

"Blooooooodddyyyyyyyyy........" Spike groaned aloud at the sensation of her lips on his sensitive skin, his mind snapping at the sensations that poured over him as her tongue came into play. But this is not what he had in mind; there were other things he wanted first.

Pulling Buffy's face up to his with one hand tangled into her golden tresses, he captured her lips with his again, while moving her quickly to the stairs behind them.

As Buffy slid languorsly down onto the carpeted steps Spike moved his body between her thighs, making her spread wide enough to accommodate him as he pressed his lean musculature against hers. Capturing his weight on one hand so as not to crush her slight frame, he continued to lick and nip at her lips, pressing in and pulling back, teasing her until she moaned in supplication.

Using his free hand to deftly push her dress off of her shoulder, he was pleasantly surprised to find she wore no bra beneath and now lay bared to his hot gaze.

Buffy's nipples pebbled as Spike now relinquished her mouth in pursuit of the more sensitive flesh of her rounded breasts. Gasping aloud at the first touch of his tongue as it circled first one of her turgid nipples then the other, Buffy arched her back away from the stairs in silent plea for him to take one of the sensitive buds into his mouth. Smiling against her skin Spike ignored her request and gently lowered his body until he was kneeling on the lower steps between her silk stocking covered legs. His hands pushed the material of her dress up to bunch at her waist as he caught a breath at his first sight of the black silk garter and matching thong that lay against her creamy skin.

Buffy leaned up onto her elbows to watch him as he gently unsnapped the garter and rolled each stocking down her toned legs with infinite care, her breath speeding up as he followed each bared inch with small tender kisses.

Tossing the stockings over his shoulder with a rakish grin, Spike gazed deeply into Buffys lust darkened eyes as he ran his palms over her heated skin back up her thighs to gently tug the satin thong down slowly, revealing her naked cleft inch by delicious inch.
Finally pulling the damp material over her tiny feet, he again smiled rakishly and tossed the material over his shoulder the same direction of the stockings.

Buffy's whole body quivered in anticipation of his first kiss on her heretofore hidden treasure and she wasn't disappointed.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa........." Buffy cried out at the first touch of his delving tongue on the liquid flesh of her cunny, as his tongue laved a path from the bottom of her nether lips to the top only to stop before reaching the pleasure point.

Inhaling deeply of her unique scent, Spike then lightly flicked her swollen clit with the point of his tongue, causing Buffy to shudder and groan, a fresh wave of moisture glistening on her glowing skin.

Leaning up briefly to pull his ruined shirt off his body, Spike once again knelt down to pull one of Buffy's legs over his strong shoulders, spreading her impossibly wider in front of him. The fire that burned in his deep blue eyes burned even brighter as he took in the purely wanton position he now had Buffy arranged into. Breasts were bared to his gaze and heaving with tortured gasps, hazel eyes were hooded and burning with deep desire, thighs were splayed open, while her very womanhood shown wet and invited him to feast at the banquet of his golden sunlight, his deepest love.

"OOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD..........."Buffy's scream of pleasure bounced off the walls of her home as she felt Spike slide two fingers deeply into her cleft at the same time simultaneously flattening his tongue against the bundle of nerves in a firm but satisfying caress.

Moving his fingers in and out of her heat he imagined the tight suctioning on his now painful erection. Sliding the fingers in imitation of making love to his molten goddess, he ran his tongue down the sides of her outer lips causing Buffy to arch into him seeking stronger contact with the fickle appendage. As he slowly pressed a third finger into her already snug cavern, he gently nipped at her clit moving his thumb to join in his ministrations.

Buffy's head fell back onto the steps, rolling in pure ecstasy as her body started to thrust against the blond brit's fingers and mouth in age-old rhythm. Her blood coursing through her veins, as Spike loved her in a way she had only experienced once before.


"Oh....Oh...God.....Spike......." The younger man doubled his efforts, thrusting his three fingers into her slickness in an ever quickening pace, wanting to feel her, needing to feel her.

"Mmmmm.....Oh........Oh..........Yes.........YES.....Godddddddddddddddd......So Good.........SOOOO.......mmmmmmmmmmmooooooooHHHHHHHHH....." Buffy's moans increased the closer and closer Spike drew her to the precipice. Her thighs were now quivering in anticipation and unable to control the thrusting of her hips, Buffy gave herself over to the pleasure he was causing within her.

Pulling his three fingers from her tight quim with a distinct suctioning sound and a loud groan of protest from Buffy, Spike suddenly slung her other foot over his shoulder before driving his tongue as deeply as he could into her pussy bringing his thumb up to work her clit faster than ever.

Buffy's eyes shot open to stare blindly, as her entire body gave over to quivering in tenseness, in wait, then just as suddenly an orgasm of biblical proportions swept through her body, causing her to buck uncontrollably against Spike's face.

"CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG................SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE................." She wailed helplessly in total abandonment of control, her hands coming to twist and clutch into Spike's bleached locks, trying to press him ever closer to her convulsing womanhood.

Spike's hands came to twine around her shaking thighs to hold her still so he could suck mercilessly at her clit, driving her to the pinnacle again and again, bringing her to her first multiple orgasm.

"OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD...OHMYGOD....I'M CUMMMMMM...AGAINNNNNNNN....." Buffy screeched as the waves continued to pass over her like those turbulent Maine storms she had left behind, and soon she was lost. All that remained was a quaking, rasping, utterly satisfied shell of a woman.

As the last of her tremors coursed through her body causing her to shake and shudder, Spike gently cleaned the last of her spent juices, while her hands and thighs dropped limply from their impossible grip on his body.

Gently climbing up her body Spike looked at his flushed goddess and smiled tenderly when her hazel gaze opened to his blue one and a she returned the smile. "Bed?" He asked in a quiet voice nodding his head towards the upper level of the house.

Draping her not fully useable arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss she then smiled lazily at him and confirmed, "Bed."


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Chapter 12


Spike carried Buffy up the stairs in his arms before depositing her small feet on the wooden floor. Cupping her face in both of his hands he pulled her in for a sweet kiss before setting to the task of removing the last vestiges of her clothing. Buffy stood with her mind still muddled, running her hands over his muscles of his back, as he bent to release her from the dress and garter belt now tangled at her feet.

Standing up again he ran a gentle hand down the side of her face to lovingly caress the downy skin there, before he nudged her onto the comfort of the bed, where she then lay with one leg bent up at the knee and the other dangling off. Leaning over her, he slowly allowed one of his hands to trail from her neck, down her ribcage, over her stomach, the light touch making her giggle and the muscles there bunch, to her inner thigh, skipping over the most sensitive of areas, and away from her warm skin.

Pulling himself up to his full height, he slowly trailed the same hand over his torso, down to his muscled stomach and finally to where his belt was still buckled, knowing full well that Buffy was watching him with rapidly returning heat. Reaching out to run his open palm down her bent leg's inner thigh, he undid his belt, and top button of his slacks with his other free hand.

Buffys eyes glowed in the moonlight flooding the cozy room as she watched Spike do a slow striptease for her. *God, this isn't a nineteen year boy...this here, honey, is a MAN! M....A...N!* She softly bit her lip as the giddy thoughts flitted through her head making her silently thank whoever was listening for delivering this breathtaking flesh and bone fantasy to her.

Spike now unzipped his slacks, smiling as he felt Buffy's hand join his in caressing her inner thigh, his cock straining at the boxers he slid down his muscular legs to be kicked over to join her dress in the ever-growing pile of discarded clothing.

Buffy's eyes widened as she took her first close-up look of his rigid cock. "Yummy." She said impishly as she pushed herself up from the bed to a sitting position, her inner thighs already getting damp at the thought of this magnificent specimen in between her lips. "Looks like someone has a lolly for me."

Spike's head rolled back as he felt Buffy take his cock into her hot hand and stroke from the head to the base and then follow the path her hand had taken with her wet, willing mouth.

"Uuuuummmmmmmm...." Buffy moaned through her open mouth as she glided down his 10" length. "So good." She said pulling her head away for a moment to watch him as she continued to stroke him. Gazing up at his taut stomach in rapt attention she gave into the urge to gently bite at the skin on his lower abdomen, but not before running her tongue around and into his belly button and lightly scratching his thigh muscles with her unoccupied hand.

"Feels... so... bloody fantastic..."Spike groaned as she nibbled and sucked at his strong, carved stomach muscles.

"Harder luv....squeeze me .....oooohhhhh yeaaa...harder..." His voice hoarse with the pleasure Buffy was giving him. "FUCK...........YEA........." He intoned as he looked down at precisely the moment she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head as her hand cupped his balls.

Buffy took her time, relaxing her throat muscles taking more and more of his erection into her suctioning mouth, moving her hand in tandem on the lower shaft as she slipped her other hand around to clutch his firm ass and encourage his shallow thrusting movements.

"JeSUSssss.......IT'S SO BLOODY GOOOOOOOODDDD.....BUFFFFFFFFYYYYY...." He moaned loudly as she suddenly dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him still sucking, not even loosing a beat.

Always a visual guy, Spike's eyes drifted open and downward taking in the delicious sight of his dream girl on her knees, her ruby lips wrapped around his hard as steel prick, not even realizing that her hand had dropped away from his ass and she was now whimpering, around his shaft, in time with his moans.

"Gaahhhhhhh.....ddddddddd..."Spike's strangled cry came out in one harsh breath as the evening breeze shifted the curtains and the moonlight bathed his girl, revealing the naughty hand that had crept between her thighs and was rubbing her clit furiously as she sucked him off.

"FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK BABY..........I'M GONNA........OHHHHHHHHH...FUCK YEA.........I'M GONNA...........CUUUUUUUMMMMMMM." Spike roared as Buffy's sucking mouth suddenly clamped down in her own mini version of a hoover vacuum, her own moans vibrating around his pistoning cock, taking him over the edge as he began to fill her mouth with his life giving seed.

"OH....FUCK....OH....FUCK......." Spike chanted as he felt her suck and caress him voraciously, her mouth suddenly coming off of his still erupting tool that sent splatters of cum across her breasts as she followed him into shuddering moaning ecstasy.

Spike's legs trembled as his orgasm finally subsided, so much so that he had to kneel down with Buffy on the floor so he didn't fall over where he stood. He then slid his weak arms around her shoulders and pulled her moist still trembling body to his, heedless of his seed coating her skin.

Resting his cheek on her tousled gold mane, they both knelt quietly for a moment trying to catch their breath, and just enjoying the aftermath.

"That was the BLOODY BEST blow 've ever 'ad pet." Spike said in wonder, smiling when she giggled in response and hugged him closer.

Looking down into Buffy's luminous eyes he grinned and nodded towards the one item they had still yet to get to. "Bed, luv?"

Nodding her head as they stood together, " In a minute, shower first."

"Hmmmm..."Spike responded enthusiastically, "Shower first, indeed."


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Chapter 13 Steamy Romance


Buffy led Spike into the granite tiled restroom with its two person Jacuzzi style bathtub and its separate shower with multiple showerheads.

"I have to admit luv, ever since we fixed this room up I've been wantin' to try out the shower."

Buffy turned from the taps as the water started to flow and smiled seductively while beckoning to him with one finger, "Here's your chance tiger, why don't you put it to good use?"

Spike stalked towards her as graceful as a panther before pouncing and pulling a shrieking and laughing Buffy into the warm spray with him.

Standing in the center of the spray, he wrapped his strong arms around her tiny waist and pulled her against him in a breathtaking embrace. With her arms securely caught against his chest all she could do was moan in pleasure and succumb to his mind numbing kisses.

"Mmmmmmmm..." Buffy licked her lips after a particularly deep kiss, "Spike lips, lips of Spike."

Spike chuckled at her dreamy expression and silently vowed never to do anything that had her not craving "lips of Spike."

Letting Buffy go for a moment he looked around and spotted a shelf with shampoo, conditioner and body wash sitting next to something that looked like a jellyfish with to much starch in it's shorts.

Deciding to ask what the hell it was later he reached for the shampoo instead. After pouring a generous amount into his cupped hand he tugged Buffy close again and proceeded to wash her hair.

"Oh...god.......I didn't know having someone wash your hair could feel so good!" She enthused, shutting her eyes to enjoy the massaging sensation.

"Everythin' I do will make you feel good, pet." Spike growled next to her ear causing her to shudder with the sound of his voice.

"Hmmmm.....promise?" She asked coquettishly.

"Rinse." He said turning her into one of the sprays; his eyes busy watching her, as soap and water ran down her back and chest to drip off of her pert breasts and well shaped buttocks. *She's so bleedin' amazin', all that tanned flesh and soft womanly curves, and she's all yours mate." He thought happily to himself as he realized the truth in his words.

Buffy took her time rinsing her hair knowing that Spike was watching and obviously enjoying the show. Reaching past him to put a dollop of conditioner into her hand, which she then smoothed into her hair, she mused to herself how fast she was responding to him as well. Even though she had already orgasmed like never before, twice. *God I want him again already.* She thought to herself as she stepped back into the warm streaming water to rinse the conditioner from her long hair.

Spike watched as she tilted her head back under the pulsating spray, the movement drawing her body into a graceful line and pushing her breasts out so that they were practically begging him to kiss them. With a silent groan, he stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around Buffy's waist pulling her wet body against his with a damp slap, his head immediately bowing down to capture one of the defenseless nipples into the warm cavern of his mouth.

"Spiiiiiiiiikkkeeee....." Buffy half moaned half gasped his name, as the lightening bolts shot from the nipple he was now supping on, to her already drenched womanhood, causing the muscles there to clench in anticipation of more heady caresses.

Buffy tangled her fingers into his hair keeping him as close to her pleasure seeking body as she could. Each lave of his soft tongue drawing gasps of desire echoing through the enclosed space, each touch of his hands on her back causing her muscles to bunch and ripple.

Reaching towards the body wash on his right, Spike kept one slick breast in his able mouthed reach distracting Buffy, as he poured the soapy substance into his other palm. Replacing the bottle he then rubbed his hands together behind her. Running his bubble covered hands over her back, he gently massaged her taut skin, seeking out each and every hidden curve and crevice, pulling gasps and moans of excitement from her, driving Buffy into withering need.

Lifting his head, he swiftly turned her so she was now facing the shower wall. Pushing her up against the cool tile so that her breasts were mashed and she could only wriggle helplessly, he ran a hand down his engorged erection groaning out loud as he gave himself a few long pulls. Pushing himself up against her, Spike bit down gently on her shoulder as he slid his turgid length between the curves of her ass.

"Oohhhhhhhhhmmmm...." Buffy's hands curled against the unyielding tiles under her fingertips as she felt his teeth bite into her tender shoulder while each and every inch of his muscled chest pressed against her back, the sliding sensation of his cock against her rounded cheeks driving her to distraction as she arched against him trying to increase the pressure.

"Mine..." He growled out against her wet skin, the possessiveness making her shudder in even deeper want of this man.

"Yours.."She gasped in response, her breath catching in her throat, "Oh god...Spike...Yours.."

Sliding his hand forwards and down, his cock jumped at the heady words that escaped Buffys lips as he slid two soapy digits into her clenching quim, his other hand sliding in between her quivering buttocks to nestle itself into virgin territory.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooo.....More...MORE...."Buffy's body strained against the wall, as she found herself caught in a tidal wave of sensation.

"Mmmmmmm.....more here?" Spike murmured into one ear thrusting his fingers deeper into her cunt, "Or here?" He asked as he added another finger to the forbidden zone of her perfect ass.

"AaaaaaaaaaaUUUUUu........there...there........Oh god.......FUCK ME... FUCK ME THERE........"Buffy squealed as she thrust backwards onto his fingers, silently asking him to take her second virginity.

Keeping his fingers deep in her suctioning pussy, he pulled his other fingers from her behind to grasp his barely controlled erection. Nudging his cock between the two firm globes he hissed aloud as he pushed the head into the newly claimed territory.

"Oooohhhhhh Buffy.......so ....BLEEDIN........GOOD.... SOOOOOOOO....TIGHT...." He moaned along with her as he sank his full length into her, his balls resting on her firm cheeks.

*Fuck me....* was all he could think as his eyes rolled back into his head at the sensation of being fully encased in her tight heat. Moving his fingers that were still buried deep inside of her, he began to thrust himself into the depths of her willing body.

"OOOoooo.......MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm.......PLEASE SPIKE..........PLEASE....HARDER.......OOOOHH GOD.....HARDER." Buffy's pants and moans became pleadings and screams as the intensity of the lovemaking pushed her to the limits. She was no longer in control of her body, her body had long since relinquished that control to this man, this Adonis that was currently fucking her into tomorrow.

"Mmmmm gonna cum luv...."Spike uttered as he rest his chin against her neck, his chest crushed against her back as he started longer strokes into her, his fingers, sliding up and finding her clit and rubbing it in earnest.

"Yes....YES....YES...."Buffy's voice echoing the slapping of their wet bodies as he started to pound into her at a punishing rate. "OHHHH....OOOOHHH....NOW.......SPIKE..........N.....OWWWWWWWWWW......" Buffy withered helplessly caught between his strong body and the shower wall as she gave herself over to the climax of a lifetime her pussy clenching in time with each powerful stroke of his penis into her ass.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH.........AAAAAAAAAA...AAAAAAAAAAYYYYY...." She screamed as an even bigger wave washed over her as she felt him begin to convulse into her, every pulse of his ejaculate hot and searing within her causing her to moan helplessly as her head fell back onto his shoulder.

"GRRRRrrrrrrrrwwwwwwwAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH BBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUFFFFFYYYYYYY..." Spikes yell mingling with hers as he thrust his cock into her and burst, stroking himself into her as he filled her to brimming with his seed, and it slid down between them in a warm stream of lust and desire.

Gasps exploded from each of their chests as they leaned heavily on one another still caught up in the daze of sexual fulfillment. Gently pulling himself from her, Spike turned Buffy around and held her still oxygen deprived body to his as they each took their time nuzzling and smiling giddily at one another.

"That was mind-blowing." Buffy said after a minute, "I've never..." her voice trailed off shyly as she turned her face to his. "Me either...I...um...didn't hurt you did I?" He asked cautiously not looking into her eyes.

Gently bringing a small hand to his chiseled cheek she smiled when his eyes finally met hers... "What part of harder, harder DIDN'T you get?" She gently teased. "Remind me to ask for a repeat performance sometime later on ok Romeo?" She said before standing on tiptoe and kissing his now smiling lips.

"God woman, you drive me crazy."
"Mmmm...feelings completely mutual...completely."


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Chapter 14 Morning After



Buffy woke the next morning feeling more warm and comfortable than she had been in a long time, her eyes fluttering open when she realized her face was mashed up against something firm yet oddly giving at the same time. She smiled against Spike's flesh as memories of the previous evening flooded over her bringing heat to the sensitive points of her body in a rush.

After the rather lengthy shower she and Spike had tumbled into bed kissing and touching each other, fully intent on making love the conventional way, but had instead fallen asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

"Oh well," Buffy thought, "That's what mornings are for," as she started to kiss his chest, inhaling his purely masculine scent.

"Mmmm," A low rumble echoed in Spike's chest as he began to slowly wake.

"Mornin' luv," He rasped sleepily, "Nice way to wake up," he said as he ran his hands over her soft curves as she snuggled against him.

"What time d'we go to sleep last night?" He asked stretching his arms above his body stretching briefly before wrapping himself back around her.

"Mmmm, around 4:00 a.m., I think, but I'm not sure I was kinda distracted by a gorgeous younger man."

"S'at right pet, anyone I know?" He teased raising a scarred eyebrow and fixing her with his penetrating blue gaze.

"Oh, most definitely. Bleach blond hair, luscious lips, beautiful blue eyes, drool worthy body, and he keeps going like the energizer bunny." Buffy murmured as she pushed him back onto his back and explored his body leisurely, eliciting quiet moans and sighs from the teenager, as she mapped his chest and shoulders with tender kisses and gentle bites.

"God Buffy," he groaned, as he pulled her atop his body for a deep kiss, his tongue entwining with hers as he buried his hands in her soft, thick, spun gold hair, sparks flying between the two lovers. Buffy arched her neck up gracefully, as Spike began his nibbling exploration of her tender throat, a low little moan making it's way out of her.

She sighed happily as Spike shifted them so she was lying on the bottom still wrapped in his tight embrace. Smiling down at her, he playfully nipped at her lips, teasing her by leaning in and then pulling away just before their lips touched.

"Spike," Buffy whined in a little girl voice making him chuckle.

"Bu..ffyyy..." he mimicked, his happiness showing in his voice and face, as he shifted his weight to his forearms and gazed down into her face.

"You are so gorgeous," He said gently rubbing his thumbs over the soft, tender skin of her cheeks, and the curve of her chin.

Buffy held her breath at the swirl of emotions she saw in his eyes, her heart silently acknowledging what she herself did not yet realize.

Taking a deep breath Spike broke eye contact with her. "Bloody 'Ell is that clock right?" He asked climbing off Buffy abruptly.

"Ummm...yea. What's wrong?" She asked as she watched him scramble into his pants. "I'm over 2 bleedin' hours late," he bit out "Supposed to be at a house making sure the clean up is their and doin' their jobs. Da's gonna kill me 'e if I missed 'em."

Pulling his now ruined shirt over his toned body, and running his hands haphazardly through his hair, he suddenly noticed Buffy sitting on the bed wrapped in the sheet, her large green eyes reflecting the insecurities running unchecked inside her. Taking a moment, he lowered himself in front of her, cupping her face with one gentle hand while the other softly massaged the upper part of her thigh reassuringly.

Looking deep into her eyes he said, " I've got to go now sweet'eart, but when I come back, 'ow 'bout you and I go to dinner, dancing, maybe a walk on the beach?" Buffy nodded afraid to utter a word for fear of her voice trembling uncontrollably. "Last night was the most amazing night of my life. You, Buffy Summers, are exactly what the doc ordered. Or in this case what the devilishly handsome Spike ordered." He said sincerely with a quirky smile, "You are exactly what I need."

A small smile graced to her face, "It was amazing for me too." She said quietly ducking her head.

Tilting her face back up to his with a finger under her chin he said, "Why don't you take a soak in your new 'ot tub, lay out in the sun getting that beautiful body toasty and relax? I'll be back in awhile and then we'll go paint the town red, that sound good to you ducks?" He asked gently pushing a strand of stray hair behind her ear.

Buffys heart overflowed at the sweetness and consideration of this young man. *He reminds me of my Angel.* She mused, realizing that the thought of her deceased husband did not hurt nearly as much as it had before meeting this unique man.

"I'll be here," She said her entire face lighting up with a smile.

"'K, Baby," Spike said pressing a kiss to her lips, then her forehead and finally the tip of her adorable nose. "Till later luv." He said running his hand under her chin one more time before standing and exiting the room.

Buffy sighed and flopped back onto the bed as a silly smile was plastered on her face. *Oh Buffy, I think that boy is gonna be trouble. Delicious, delectable, trouble.*

TBC

Chapter 15 Can't Take the Heat


"Buffy?"

She was dreaming of being on a South Pacific island with nothing on but Spike.

"Buffy?" A little louder this time.

It felt so good having his naked body pressed against hers, soothing her heated skin...

"LUV!"

"Whaaa....huh?" Buffy looked around groggily trying to figure out what had startled her out of her dream. "Spike?"

"How long have you been out here pet? You look like a bleedin' lobster." Spike spoke with concern in his voice as he helped Buffy to her feet gingerly.

"I came down after you left," She said flinching as her red-hot skin on her back made itself known. "Ooooooo, I hurt Spike."

"That was nearly 5 hours ago," He said shaking his head, "Well young lady, it's off to a cool tub and vinegar for you."

"But I thought..."Buffy's voice cut off into a hiss of pain as the tie on the back of her top came into contact with the sun inflamed skin.

"No arguments pet." He said firmly, "We'll put you into the tub while I order dinner and go grab some videos from the house then I'll rub some Noxzema into your skin to keep you from hurting so much. We'll do red later." Pausing for a moment, "That just didn't sound right."

"Oh...ok." Buffy murmured not paying much attention and trying hard not to move to much as he led her upstairs to the bathroom and began to draw a cool bath for her.

Spike turned from the taps to see a miserable looking Buffy standing in the middle of the room, to burnt to even lean on anything. "You got some white vinegar luv?" He asked as he began untying her suit and sliding it carefully from her body.

"I think so. Down in the cupboard next to the icebox. Willow got me...ouch...pretty much everything I could ever need or want before I moved in."

"Yea she's a good one ain't she? She's been around helping out our family as long 's can remember." He said fondly thinking of the vivacious redhead as the tub filled with cool water. "Ok missy, into the tub with you."

"Spike?" Buffy's voice stopped him as he was leaving the room in search of the vinegar.

"Yea?"

"Do you think...well that is....um...do you think Willow would understand this?" Buffy gestured between herself and Spike. "I mean...would she be ok with it?" She asked apprehensively.

Stepping up to her for a moment he put his hands carefully on the unburnt areas of her neck and pulled her into a kiss before saying, "I think all that matters is that we are ok with this. And we are aren't we?" the fear showing in his eyes clearly as he waited for her reply.

Returning his kiss with a smile Buffy said, " I think we are definitely ok with this."

Sighing against each other for another moment, Spike nodded towards the tub, "Your
Bathtub awaits m'lady."

Allowing Spike to help her into the cool water, Buffy sighed in bliss as the dreadful pain and heat from her burnt backside subsided, replaced by coolness and rapture. Laying her head back against the tub she smiled as she heard Spike leave the room and thanked her lucky stars.


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Chapter 16 Dinner and A Movie

After Buffy had soaked in the tub for awhile, Spike came back into the restroom with a bottle of Noxzema in one hand and a oversized white cotton t-shirt in the other.

"So pet, feelin' better?" He asked as he sat the items in his hands on the sink and grabbed a thick cotton towel from the rack.

"Mmmm," Buffy hummed lazily opening her eyes to look at Spike, who was now holding his hand out to her to help her from the tub.

"Out we go," He smiled catching her dripping hand into his dry one and allowing her to step onto the crème colored bath mat. He then turned her so that her back was facing him
and gently began to dab at the moisture beading on her skin, keeping his touch light so as not to hurt her further.

After drying her thoroughly he set the towel aside and picked up the Noxzema, "This may be a bit cold, I stuck it in the icebox for a tick." He chuckled as she hissed at the cold as the cream came into contact with the burnt skin on her backside. Her hiss soon turned into a mewl of pleasure as the soothing coolness took away the hurt. "Sounds to me like your enjoyin' this luv." His voice was deliciously low and husky near her ear, sending shivers down her spine. " Mmmm.....don't stop.....feels good," Buffy moaned stretching her body languorously into his touch as he smoothed the cream into every bare expanse, taking his time while thoroughly enjoying his perusal of her naked, toned flesh.

*Time to wrap this up ol' boy before you get carried away.* Spike thought to himself as he placed a chaste kiss on her shoulder before helping her into the soft cotton shirt.

"Hmmm," Buffy sighed, "I could get used to this."

Turning her so he could look down into her green eyes, "Anytime luv, anytime," He said before placing a light kiss on the tip of her upturned nose.

"And now, dinner and a movie awaits you, my love," Spike grimaced inwardly as the last words came unbidden from his lips.

*Good goin' you wanker, let the chit know you fell in love with her already and it's sure to send her scurrying for the hills faster than the dogs at the tracks.*

Buffy smiled up into his blue eyes as she watched the emotion play across his face, while she did a little internal happy dance at his words. She knew he felt strongly but she hadn't expected this. *Am I his love? It's only been a few days* Biting her lip and dropping her gaze, she breathed a sigh of relief when he grabbed her hand and pulled her from the room preventing her from dwelling on the doubts and insecurities niggling at the back of her mind.





Coming into the living room of the house, Spike guided Buffy to the overstuffed couch and watched as she cautiously settled herself onto the smooth cloth covered cushions.

Sighing as she sunk down into the comfy sofa, she took a moment to look around at the cozy dining setting Spike had prepared.

A large bowl of Fettuccini Alfredo sat steaming on the coffee table next to a plate of delectable looking garlic cheese bread, while green tossed spinach salad graced the other side. A six-pack of Pepsi Cola and a DVD sat along with knives, forks, and the like waiting to be put into use.

"'Ope you like Italian pet," Spike said as he offered her a plate overflowing with yummy, creamy, goodness before picking up a linen napkin and placing it into her lap with a little flair.

"Mmmm...Now this is what I call service," Buffy grinned evilly before continuing, "Not quite up to last nights shower but I guess it'll do." It was all she could do to keep her laughter to herself as she watched Spike's ears turn a violent shade of red at her teasing.

"I'll show you service Luv," he growled before turning his suddenly hot gaze on Buffy causing her breath to hitch as her pulse took off at a wild gallop.

Grabbing the plate of noodles from her hands to be set on the coffee table, Buffy suddenly found herself pressed back into the cushions by the strength of Spikes kiss. Moaning deep in his throat he pressed his sensuous lips to hers before allowing his tongue entrance to dance in an erotic dance with hers.

Wrapping her arms around his wide shoulders, her hands came up to entwine with each other at the base of his strong neck, as she whimpered and pressed herself up against the line of his body. *God...more*

Suddenly a cry of pain escaped her lips as the skin on her tender back made itself painfully known.

"I'm sorry Spike." Buffy murmured against his lips as he pulled back in concern. He leaned his forehead briefly against hers before sighing and moving himself away from the deliciousness of this woman.

"S'ok luv. Just forgot you're recuperating," he said with a tender smile as he helped her sit back up, "Best to eat before it gets cold anyway." With a wink he gently pushed her now tousled hair behind her shoulder and handed her the neglected plate of food. "Eat up, after this I've got Cold Stone ice cream, best you've ever had!"

*Not likely.* Buffy thought with a wide grin leaving Spike to wonder what she was on about as he moved to the DVD player to put in the movie.

"'Ope you like Dare Devil." He said popping in the disk and pressing the start button before coming to sit back on the couch with her.

"MMMMmmm....what woman can resist such yummy goodness? I mean if I can't have a gorgeous man take care of my needs physically I can always watch eye candy and get my fill that way." Buffy said saucily as Spike snorted.

"I think I've been insulted," he said shaking his head in mock disbelief, " Being compared to that ponce Ben Affleck."

Buffys grin got even larger as she innocently widened her twinkling eyes, "Who said anything about Ben Affleck? I was talking about that Bulls-eye guy, Colin Farrell and all his chewy goodness. And that accent....YUM!!"

This last statement brought out an even louder snort of disbelief and a roll of his eyes, "ONLY a YANK would believe that it's a compliment to an Englishman to be compared to an Irish wanker. Women."

Buffy laughed out loud at his clowning around when she saw he wasn't serious but secretly pleased to be categorized as gorgeous.

"Enough...eat." He said with a wave of his hand as the movie began leaving Buffy smiling.

*Damn Buffy, all this chew toy goodness to nibble on and only YOU could get a 2nd degree burn on your entire backside. * Shaking her head inwardly to herself, *When will you learn? This is almost as embarrassing as almost getting caught that time, peeing on some persons lawn because you and your friends had a little too much to drink and you couldn't make it home in time. God if he knew about that he'd probably make me eat in my room.*

Spike watched her from the corner of his eye, as she seemed to mentally be arguing with herself before she returned to massacring her Alfredo with her knife and fork.


"Um luv?" He said pulling Buffy out of her silent reverie.

"Mmmph?" she questioned still munching away happily.

"Oh, never mind." He said before thinking to himself warily, *Note to self; Never get Buffy mad at you if THAT is going to be the result.*


Buffy diligently dug into the heavenly dish once again, with relish but not before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on his pouting lips making sure that he knew he was the one she wanted.

*Well tonight may not be the night for hot, steamy, sex but it seems to be turning out good anyway.* They both thought as they glanced at each other with little grins on their faces before turning back to the television, letting the movie and the rest of the evening play out in comfortable companionship.

*I could DEFINITELY get used to this!*



TBC

Chapter 17 Goin' on three days...*Buffy's Addiction*


Buffy moved her feet in time to the music flowing from her earphones as she danced around the house with a dust rag in one hand.

"Bah, bah, bah.......bleah! Commercials suck!" Buffy muttered pulling the set from her ears and waistband where it was attached and dropped the device on the coffee table.

Frowning lightly as she ran her cloth across the all too silent phone, * Three days since we had dinner, three days. Do I smell?* She wondered to herself as she raised one arm and sniffed delicately. *Nope, still good. So why hasn't he called? Or at least stopped by? I mean I know he said he would be busy for a couple of days but...I thought...* She sighed again as she plopped into an overstuffed recliner, clutching a pillow to her chest and thought back to the evening before last. * Hadn't things been going well? I mean, sure we couldn't have sex cause of my stupid sunburn but I thought we were getting somewhere good. We talked until 3 am and then we slept all snuggly in the bed. A guy doesn't stay that long when there isn't anything in it for him right?* Buffy's mind rattled on,*Another girlfriend...that's it! Wait, when did I become THE girlfriend?* Buffy's eyes opened wide at the thought. *I am NOT the girlfriend. He's not even 20 for god's sake Buffy. He's still a teenager, a warm, sweet, succulent, juicy....teenager! TEENAGER!!! Buffy what the HELL are you doing? You're worse than Mrs. Robinson! Worse than Jezebel....Buffy Anne Summers you are worse than DUECE BIGALOW!!!*

"Grrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." Buffy snarled as she stood up and threw the pillow she was holding as hard as she could.

"Oommph." Was all Buffy heard as she saw Spike crash to the ground on his ass, the pillow landing with a dull thud on the floor beside him.

"Oh...Oh God...I'm so sorry." She gasped, her hands coming up to her mouth in shock.

Shaking his blond head to clear it," Lord Buffy, you should go out for the Dodgers with an arm like 'at." He said his blue eyes twinkling at her as he leaned up onto one elbow his body still reclining on the hardwood floor.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Buffy shouted at the top of her lungs, "YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH!!!"

"Sorry Luv," Spike replied shamefacedly looking at the now fuming blond. *Cor she's gorgeous.*

"Don't you knock?"

"I did, but there wasn't an answer, I tried the knob and the door was open so..." Spike explained making Buffy even more angry.

"So you thought you'd just come on in? This is MY house Spike, MINE! You can't just come and go whenever the hell you please. I am not here just to scratch some teenaged itch!" Her green eyes flashed as she shouted at him, the pent up tension of waiting for him for the last two days coming to the fore.

Spike drew himself up from the floor in one fluid motion with a hurt and confused look on his face.

"I never thought you were luv. I would never treat you that way. Don't you know? You're the one." He reached out and pulled her shaking body against his own, and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he rested his cheek atop her golden head.

"I don't know how you did it pet, but you've managed to climb into my heart, and cut me to the quick." Spike moved his head back and gently lifted her chin so he could gaze into her liquid eyes. "God baby, you mean more to me then I ever thought anyone could mean to me. I know it's only been, what? A week? And I'm burning alive for you. You make my very skin want to crack and peel from how much you fill my heart. You're in every breath, every cell, every thought; you're in my very bones. Can't you feel it luv? Can't you see how much you mean to me?" He ran a calloused hand cautiously over the smooth skin of her cheek, gently wiping away the tracks of tears he found there. "I'm in love with you Buffy Summers, I don't know how, I don't know why, but I am."

Buffy gasped as he lowered his lush lips to her own in the gentlest of kisses before her hands reached up to grasp his neck and bring him into a deeper embrace. Her reply to his confession could wait.

Hands started groping and fingers started searching for buttons and zippers as the two fell head long into lust. Abruptly Spike pulled away from Buffy smiling at her whimper of protest that turned into a squeal of delight as he caught her up in a fireman's carry and adroitly adjourned to the upstairs bedroom.

After dropping her unceremoniously on the down filled duvet, clothing flew every which way in the two lover's haste to be entwined in each other's heated embrace.

"Unh......God Spike....Want you..." Buffy groaned as he slid his nude body up hers like a snake in search of it's evening meal, stopping only to lick and kiss her now golden skin till she thought she would go mad with need.

"And you will 'ave me, my sweet. Just as soon as I 'ave 'ad you." He grinned sexily, ardor filling his deep blue eyes as he nudged her thighs apart only to grab them in a strong grasp and pull them over his shoulders.

"Sppppppiiiiikkkkkkkkeeeeeee..." Buffy's eyes rolled back into her head as Spike dipped his head and partook of her honeyed essence, his tongue gently running over the whole of her as he moved his hips against the covers trying to find a more comfortable position for his burgeoning manhood.

"God Buffy, you taste like the sweetest ambrosia." He growled against her thigh trying to control his bodies' reactions to her lusty tang before continuing his feast upon her wetness once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.........Oh GOD........that's..........Mmmmmmmmmmmm.......Soooo Damned Goooooooooooooood." Buffy moaned loudly as she felt her teenaged lover part her nether lips with his long tongue and gently lave the insides of her body with long, lazy strokes.

Spike closed his eyes briefly in sheer rapture as her body began to yield more of the liquid elixir that held him in such deep thrall. *Slow, sure strokes mate. Cor the noises she's makin', wanna cum right now on the sheets. No you stupid git, this is for her. You gotta prove yourself to her, that you truly love her, that it's not just a passing fancy of an adolescent. Mmmmmmmm, she tastes so damn good. Wonder what would happen if I did..."Spike smiled against her dampness as Buffy's body arched when he slid two fingers deep into her core, and an almost animalistic growl filled the room as she began to move her body harder against his questing digits searching out the final convulsive pleasurable end to her torment.

"SPPPPPPPPPiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..........Oh.....God..............MORE..........MORE.............." She stuttered as her body started to twitch with the ever-increasing tide of pleasure he was affording her. *How does he.........*Her mind thought muzzily before breaking off into a blissful blankness filled only with Spike's scent all around her and the magic only he seemed to be able to provide.

"HhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm........" Buffys whole body seemed to hum with the melody Spike had chosen, playing her body like an accomplished musician plays a fine concerto. To and fro, strumming her lovingly with his tongue and delving fingers as he sought out and found every pleasure point, drawing from her body the melody only he and Buffy could hear.

"Gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmm........" Buffy's voice sighed into the warm summer breeze coming in the open terrace, mingling the scent of fresh cut grass, and jasmine, with her heated musky scent, and bringing Spike to the very edge of his sanity in supplication to this wondrous woman.

*This is what I've read about in all those books, not half truths, not lies, this is the perfect woman, and she's mine.* Spike's mind dazedly followed the path of his passion as he lapped at the fount of Buffys essence, taking into his body, mind and soul every shudder, every moan, like a animal hoarding food to stave off the long winter months.

"OooooooooHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhGodOHGOD........OOOOOooooooooooooo," Buffy cried to the heavens, her voice becoming a steady repetition of moans, sighs, and groans as she twisted her body in helpless entreaty to her blond captor.

"UUUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn.....yes........YES..........YES......" Her cries fell onto deaf ears as Spike added yet another finger to her greedily grasping cunt, seeking and finding the soft inner underside of her clitoris that held the hidden treasure of all womankind.

Gently, ever so gently, Spike bent his fingers upwards towards the elusive spot as he lowered his tongue to the outer bud of her delight. As he flattened it against the quivering nub, he laved it determinedly with firm soft stokes as he applied a connoisseur's touch to her inner walls at the same instance.

Buffy's body tightened as her wild green-eyed gaze snapped open to stare blindly at nothing. Each touch of Spike's skilled tongue sent sparks through her body, each gently placed stroke of his fingers brought her closer and closer to that elusive prize. Her body had taken to violent shuddering as suddenly she felt the combined efforts of man and soul come together in sharp clarity.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEE...." Buffy's scream of unfettered pleasure cut through the late afternoon stillness like a hot knife through butter. Her body tumbled helplessly, blindly into the quivering, quavering, gut wrenching, moment of pure and total mind blanking rapture as Spike continued his hedonistic assault on her overflowing cavern.

"HUHHHHHH....HUHHHHHHHHHH........HUHHHHHHHH........OH...OH...OH...MYGOD..........OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH.........SPIKEEEEEEEEEEEEYEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS........." Buffys mind melted from sensory overload as the young man between her thighs swept her into orgasm after orgasm. She couldn't think, couldn't talk, and couldn't do anything but be his total and utter puppet whose strings were stretched taught again and again with each and every soul searing touch.

Finally feeling the trembling in her thighs and the strangled sounds of her breathing become what Spike knew was leading steadily up to more than she could handle, he gently disengaged his coated fingers from her grasping tunnel and moved up onto the bed to pull her still shaking body against his own.

Panting for breath against his chest, it was all Buffy could do not to fall into an erotic stupor and just float away on the after effects of the tremors still running rampant through her body due to Spike's skillfull ministrations.

"I think I died somewhere there." She finally managed to squeak out against his warm skin.

Spike chuckled deeply in his chest as he pulled her even tighter into his embrace, "I love you woman." He said in complete and utter happiness.

Feeling her tense slightly he hurried on to say, "You don't have to say it now pet. I know it was fast, and I don't expect anything from you but I hope... someday." His voice cracked slightly on the last word as his emotions threatened to overtake him. *Good goin' Will, cry like a small child, that'll turn her on.*

Buffys hand reached up to caress a sharp angled cheekbone as her heart welled at the sound of his distress. *How could a nineteen-year-old man feel and show so much? It had taken years before Angel could fully articulate his feelings.* Buffy smiled in wonder at this truly special man knowing she carried his heart in her hands, and to throw such a wondrous gift away would be foolishness indeed.

Looking deeply into his turbulent eyes she whispered against his lips, "Someday William, you can count on it!"



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Chapter 18 Cause DAMN *Will Smith - Men in Black*



Buffy rolled onto her stomach and lay with her hand propping her head up as she looked at her slumbering young lover. Her green eyes taking in every beautiful aspect of his gorgeous face, * and he is beautiful dammit! * His lean chiseled cheekbones, his bleached blond bad boy hair, his deeply hypnotizing blue eyes that could compel you to do whatever he willed with a single smoldering glance, and those lips. Good lord, those lips. Full and lush, they could turn down in a little boy pout, or smirk into a ravenous big bad wolf, or just smile, lighting up the whole room and bringing you into his own personal world, till you were sure you were standing on the burning surface of the sun itself.

Buffy was sure it was the smile that burned her the most, making her skin crack and peel in a most delicious heat. *YUM. *

Reaching out with one hand towards his firm chest muscles she licked her lips in delightful anticipation. *God, he's so warm and firm. I could lose myself in his heat and scent for days and never even regret the time spent. *

Her thoughts spiraled lazily to more enticing ventures as her fingers traced a complicated pattern on his pale skin, her own skin heating up in response to the thrumming that seemed to flow throughout her being at this, even the slightest touch of her fingers on his reposing form.

Spike's blue eyes opened slowly as he felt the delicate touch of his lover on his languid body. Keeping his breathing even so as not to alert her to his wakefulness, he watched through hooded eyes, wondering where her questing touch would take her.

Unable to keep her lips from tasting his heady essence anymore, Buffy lowered her head to his neck, running her tongue from the cup of his ear to the dip in between his collarbones in one long trail. Tasting the salty tang of his skin, and breathing in the purely male scent that made him irresistible to her, she moved her body sinuously towards his, until her soft breasts made contact, a thrill of pleasure coursing through her as her nipples brushed the soft, supple flesh of his pectoral muscles.

Moving her hand restlessly down his body she noted the slight intake of his breath as she danced her fingers over his tight lower abs. Smiling to herself she slithered downward, all the while keeping her heated skin pressed to his own, as she followed the trails of her fingers with her moist lips. Nipping, lightly biting, swirling at his skin, his now stiff nipples, his quivering stomach muscles that jumped at her touch, she delighted in each gasp and moan she managed to coerce from her teenaged Adonis.

Her thighs moved restlessly against his as the wetness between them built. All she wanted to do was impale herself on his now rigid cock and ride him until the whole world was swept away into blue oblivion. *This is about him Buffy. You will have him soon enough. * Her inner voice admonished her and persuaded her to continue with her slow examination of his pleasure points.

Spike's eyes had closed again at the unbearable pleasure Buffy was affording him with her mouth and hands. Using all of his will power to keep himself from throwing her onto her back and plunging his rock hard maleness into her over and over again, he couldn't withhold the gasp and groan of pleasure that filled the room, as he felt her mouth move from his stomach to engulf his turgid shaft in one deep throated, wet kiss.

"MmohGod Buffy." He half moaned, half gasped as his hands went to tangle in the long deep golden tresses that had been tickling his skin from her first elusive touch. His body arching helplessly into her mouth as he felt her shift her weight, until she was kneeling between his strong legs, her hands coming into play as she cupped his sac with one, while the other encircled his straining organ.

"Oh yeah luv....Fuck....just like.........tha........at...oH Buffy...." Spike continued to gasp his encouragement to the blond voraciously devouring every inch of his cock, as her hand surrounding the base of his shaft, turned in a counterclockwise motion in time with every delicious dip of her head.

Buffy mewled around his staff as he began to thrust into her mouth, his hands clenching and unclenching in her tresses as she drove him to distraction with her suctioning mouth.
Spike lifted his head slightly, reaching down to hold her hair to one side, when he felt the hand previously kneading his balls slide down his calf and then seemingly disappear, at the same instant her suctioning lips seemed to increase in appetite.

"Oooohhhhh....bloody.....fuck.......Buffy..." He howled as he took in the site of her own fingers rubbing persistently between her legs, the whole act becoming that much hotter in the nineteen year olds already fevered mind.

"Mmmmmppphhh..." she mumbled around his now purple headed organ as the delectable waves of her own orgasm started to press down upon her, forcing her into desperate action.

"FUCK...FUCK........FUCK........BUFFY....OHGODFUCK...." Spike's hips rose and fell on the bed thrusting deeper and deeper into her hot, wet, warmth as her tongue traveled the underside of the shaft, his response spurring her fingers into overdrive as she shoved two fingers inside her grasping hole while she teased her clit with her thumb.

"NOW...BUFFY...FUCKYES........NOW.......NOW.........NOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW.."Spikes voice broke as his body tensed into a tight bow. Buffy opened her mouth wider and took all of his cock into her throat as her own body answered his primal call of completion.

Buffy's scream was muffled around his pole as she was thrown into orgasm at the same instance as her lover. Helplessly caught between her own need and his driving completion, it was all Buffy could do to cling to the tenuous hold she had on his tight muscled thigh with her free hand, as his rigid cock started releasing load after load of his thick, viscous, fluids into her mouth.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKK..............BLOOOOOOOOOOODDDYYYYYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUUCKINGGG HELLLLLLL." Spike screamed out in pure undiluted ecstasy as he felt his shaft deliver his life-giving fluid into her mouth and he felt her swallow it down, while the feel of her own uncontrollable quaking brought him to the most powerful climax he had ever had in his tender years.

"MMMMmmmmMMMM...MMMMM.MMMMM..." Buffy moaned around his manhood as she brought herself to orgasm after orgasm with her own fingers, the sheer volume of his seed in her mouth, dripping down her chin, pushing her to even greater heights of joyous relief as she licked and sucked and swallowed every last drop.

Finally, shakily removing her wet fingers from her over stimulated channel, Buffy moved up enough to collapse on top of Spike's still gasping chest. Her own body still quivering in aftershocks as he wrapped his arms around her, and sighing deeply he followed her once again into deep slumber.


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Chapter 19 Blue Moon


Buffy yawned and stretched as she smiled up into the deepening shadows of the room. Reaching out with one hand, she was momentarily surprised to feel that Spike had left the bed, until she opened her eyes.


*Oh wow, * was her first thought as her eyes grew accustomed to the dark and she began to see what Spike had done.

From the pillow of her bed, where a single perfect rose lay, to the open door of her room, candles glowed and rose petals rest scattered across the hardwood floor enticing her to follow the intimate path to see where it led.

Stepping from the bed, she pulled the white cotton top sheet with her and wrapped it around her bare form, tucking the ends into the valley between her breasts.

"Spike?" she called out as she stepped into the hall, carefully following the winding path of golden light and fragrant petals, "Where are you?"

Moving down the steps and finally reaching the 1st floor of her home, she saw that the candles led out through the kitchen and out onto the patio and pool deck beyond.

Walking lightly, Buffy moved to stand framed in open door way for a moment, her breath trapped in her chest, as her star dazzled eyes beheld the magic that Spike had prepared for her in such a short period of time.

The formerly plain wicker dining set was now draped with a multitude of scarves of deep gem toned hues so long that the pointed edges covered the ground giving the table an Arabian nights like quality. On top of this sat two place settings of fine bone china so translucent you could almost believe it would shatter with even the slightest of whispers. Next to the plates two crystal goblets filled with shimmering golden hued wine sparkled and refracted the warm buttery glow of a cascade of vanilla scented candles seated upon a small, round, silver serving tray.

Stepping out onto the porch, Buffy smiled with delight at the soft strains of Spanish guitar filled the warm night air.

"Like it luv?" Spike said coming up behind her and wrapping his long arms around her tiny waist. His still bare chest coming into contact with the flesh of her back, sending shivers of delight through them both.

"I love it." She breathed as she turned her head to place a kiss onto his clean-shaven cheek. "When, how?"

"Figured you'd be asleep for awhile after the last. I also figured you would feel a bit peckish when you got up, I know I do, could eat a horse, I could." He said removing his arms and taking her hands in his, walking backwards as he led her to the table while continuing, "So I through on some jeans, whipped up some dinner, nothing fancy, just steak and baked potatoes, and while that was on the barbeque I remembered that Anya had left some of her stuff here. What you see on the table is all thanks to miss Anya. With a little style thrown in by moi."

Pulling out the comfy wicker chair that went with the set, Spike watched the candlelight flicker across the woman of his dreams lovely countenance, as Buffy sat down.

"Thought maybe after dinner we'd take a midnight swim, if you like." Nodding his head in the direction of the inky depths of the pool.

Looking up at him, her eyes misty, she told him, "I've never had anyone do this for me. Not even Angel." Her voice breaking on the last words as she spoke them, and the threatening tears spilling over and cascading down her cheeks.

"Now love," Spike said crouching down in front of her, gently wiping the tears away with one tender caresse, "No tears, only happy thoughts ok?"

Buffy sniffled nodding her head before showing him a smile so bright it would have made a sunbeam jealous of its intensity. "I'm not sad, really I'm not. I'm happy. So very, very happy, and I have such a wonderful man to thank for it. For this." She let her eyes sweep over the table again, before looking back into his deep blue eyes, bringing one hand up behind his neck and tugging his face closer, she whispered, "Thank you William," against his lips before claiming him once again as her own.


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Chapter 20 Adult Swim



"Mmmmm, dinner was fabulous Spike." Buffy commended, "My compliments to the chef!"

"Glad you liked it luv, barbeque is my specialty." He grinned at the small blond as he dropped a kiss onto her forehead before collecting the dinner plates and taking them inside.

Buffy sat for a moment, watching the comings and goings of her young lover, her entire being relaxed more than it had been for a long time. *Now all I need is a midnight swim with him and it will be perfect! * She thought as she stood up, untying the sheet still draped around her, and dropping it to the ground at her feet.

Spike's jaw came unhinged as he came out of the house in time to watch his lover standing in the moonlight like some sort of Venus with the sheet she had previously worn, pooling at her feet.

"My God, you're beautiful." His voice coming across husky as the lust put a strangle hold on his body.
*Schwing...* was all he could think, as his cock stood at attention, just begging to salute Buffy in her raw form.

Looking coyly over one shoulder Buffy winked sexily at him and then turned and started slowly towards the darkened pool. Beckoning him with one crooked finger as she stepped into the warm water, Buffy laughed delightedly as the handsome nineteen year old hurriedly followed her.

Spike watched as Buffy continued deeper into the pool, the water lapping just below her naked breasts, and then as she turned around and looked pointedly at him.

Pretending ignorance Spike merely spread his arms in a pose that clearly said, What Now?

Crossing her arms in front of her breasts and hiding them from his avid gaze, Buffy giggled at the look on his face. *Kinda like taking a baby's favorite toy away. Uh huh...see mister...two can play this game. *

With a shrug of acquiescence, Spike ran a hand slowly down his muscular chest, and over his six pack abs, to his jeans to unbutton only the top button of his Levi's. He then raised an eyebrow at her, as if to say....Well?

Buffy mimicked his shrug and turned fully away from his gaze to swim into the depths of the pool knowing full well the reaction she would get. Smiling broadly when she heard the splash of water behind her, Buffy still gasped when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist a moment later.

"Can't get away from me luv." Spike whispered in her ear his sexy accent sending shivers of desire down her spine as he pulled her naked body flush with his.

Treading water with him slowly, Buffy rested her head back onto his shoulder and sighed contentedly as she ran her fingers over the length of his forearms, marveling at the security she felt in his embrace.

The balmy late night air caressed the two lovingly as they floated together in the cocoon like warmth of the pool. The only sounds were the sweet strains of classical guitar and the soft lap of water where it met the sides of the pool.

Turning in his arms, Buffy raised her eyes, a wicked feeling of unfettered lust coursing through her body as she looked into the unfathomable depths of his gaze.

Spike groaned aloud when he felt her slide her body up just a little, wrap her shapely legs around his waist and tease his engorged cock with the softness of her nether lips.

"Oh god........Buffy........I need you.........." He moaned against her hot lips as she crushed her mouth against his, scorching him with each bite of her white teeth on his full lips.

His arms tightened as the lust and desire intensified. His hands now ran up and down her wet, naked back impatiently as she tried to crawl up his body, in search of closer contact.

"Steps....mmmm.........luv," He barely managed to do what he had uttered. With the craving for her crashing down around him, it was all he could do to keep his steps sure as he carried her to shallow end of the pool.

Setting her down on the second to top step he dropped immediately to his knees in front of her, slung her legs up over his shoulders and drove his tongue into the deepest recesses of her body.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goooooood......." Buffy howled into the night air, her body arching against the rough concrete of the pool and her head falling back, as she felt Spike attack her pussy with his tongue and lips. Grabbing onto the safety bar with one hand and the back of his neck with the other, Buffy ground herself upwards against his face spreading her thighs ever wider across his body.

Wrapping one arm over her left leg Spike sought out the center of her throbbing need and began a slow stroking rhythm that had her sobbing and begging for more within seconds of touching it. With his other hand he thrust three fingers deep into the core of her without warning, his fingers curling upwards to caress the upper wall of her womanhood with a sure touch.

"Oooooh....Ohgod..Ohgod...Oh...I'm gonna...Oooo...Now....FUCK.....NOW.....I'M ........."Buffy shrieked as her body arched out like an bowstring just waiting to be plucked, Spike pulled his mouth and fingers from her withering form and instead replaced them with his engorged cock, pounding into her struggling body.

"Uh..Uh...Uh...OHFUCKYEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS....FUCKMEEEEEEEEEFUCKMEEEEEEE......." Buffy screamed as her body was pushed over the edge into an abyss where only Spike and his huge cock existed.

Holding her slick thighs, he thrust hard, harder, each slap of his balls against her upturned ass bringing her to greater and greater heights as she quickly crashed from singular orgasm into multiple. Until finally she was wailing incoherently from the onslaught of the teenagers ravenous prick.

The feeling was unlike anything he could imagine, tight, wet, hot, and pulsating all at the same time, her inner muscles rippled over his manhood as he drove into her again and again and again.

"Buffy........fuck.........OHBloodyhell........YES....TighterBaby...make it.........OHYEAH........FUCKYES.........FUCKMEBUFFY....CUMON.......OOOOHFUCKLOVE.......I'MGONNA...." Spikes voice rasped as he pushed himself ever deeper into her clenching cunt. Her fingers clawing at his arms, her eyes tightly closed as Spike rammed himself in and out, in and out.

"OHGODDDDDDDDDDDDDDBUFFFFFFFFFYYYYY..........I'MCUMMMMING.......FUCKI'MFILLLINGYOUUUUUUUUUUU....." Spike's entire body convulsed as he released his pent up seed into Buffy's willing body. Her own matching his in the ultimate consummation of their lives.

Spike thrust into her blindly as the life-giving liquid poured from his body, each and every quake making his cock jerk into her, as she moaned and thrashed beneath him.

At long last his orgasm began to taper off, leaving a shell of a man behind, as he dropped her thighs and collapsed against her still heaving body. His hands skated across her sweat slickened skin as his lips found one of her hard nipples and gently laved it as a small moan broke from Buffys lips.

Running his hands up her arms Spike raised his head and looked at the blond lying beneath him so wantonly.

"I love you so much, baby." He whispered before brushing his lips against hers.

"I could feel it." Buffy replied her eyes aglow with satiated lust. "I've never had an orgasm like that before, where did you learn that?" She asked as she slid a gentle hand down the side of his face.

"I didn't." He smiled, "Guess you just bring out the animal in me." He punctuated this with a small thrust of his hips into hers letting her feel the erection that was still embedded deeply within her.

"Mmmmmmm....well, I guess maybe we should feed the animal then shouldn't we?" Buffy murmured as Spike started a slow thrusting motion once again, sending delicious ripples across her skin.

"Ohhh.......yes.........we should definitely do that!" Spike answered.



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Chapter 21 Two days gone



6:30 pm rang out on the grandfather clock in Buffys living room, letting the blond woman know that it was only a half an hour before Spike came to collect her for their first real date.

Smiling to herself as she wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror, she reached a trembling hand out to touch her reflection. Her eyes were wide and luminous and her face slightly flush, *as nervous as a schoolgirl. * She thought to herself shaking her head ruefully.

After a second or two she looked into her own eyes and laughed out loud giving her reflection a saucy wink for being so silly. She then mimicked the part of a cowboy shooting his gun and blowing off the steam at the end of the barrel in the and as she left the room to finish getting dressed, she started humming You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.





7:00 pm


Spike strode up the walkway of his love's house; a bouquet of red roses in one hand and black velvet box in the other. Transferring the roses to his other hand he reached out and knocked on the door.

"Why who ever could it be?" Buffy's voice carried through the still closed door making Spike chuckle.

"Why it's William. How do you do William?" Buffy curtsied gracefully to Spike after opening the door, and then promptly burst into little girl giggles.

Smiling happily at his date he stepped into the doorway and grabbing her around the waist proceeded to waltz with her in the foyer, before finally leading her into a low dip, which ended with a kiss on the nose.

"These are for you m'lady." He said gallantly handing her the flowers with a little swish.
"And..." Opening the velvet box to reveal a stunning silver chain with a red ruby in the shape of a teardrop dangling from it.

Gasping Buffy turned to Spike with surprised eyes, "Wha? I mean...why?"

Spike's heart tore at the look he interpreted as taken aback. "You don't like it?" He asked his voice quavering ever so slightly as he struggled to place a mask of indifference over his anguished face.

"Oh...Oh God no...I love it." Buffy said turning to her young paramour, "It's absolutely beautiful. I just didn't expect a gift." Gently pulling the fragile necklace from the case she held it out to him and asked, "Put it on me?"

Looking intently at her for a moment, he then nodded before accepting the chain into his hands, not saying a word. Buffy turned around and held her flowing tresses up and out of his way as he slipped the necklace around her slender neck. After closing the clasp he laid his hands on her shoulders he asked, "Do you really like it?"

Turning around so she could look deeply into his darkened eyes she placed a kiss on his lips and said truthfully, "I love it. I really do."

Pulling her into a brief hug he seemed to shake off the disappointment of her first reaction and smiled sweetly at her, "Our chariot awaits my sweet." He said bowing deeply before helping her into her shawl and holding the door open for her.

As Buffy passed through the doorway and into the evening, Spike caught his reflection in the hallway mirror, the hurt shown clearly for a moment before he closed it off and pulled the door shut behind them. After all it was still early.



Long Way Home


Buffy sat in the passenger seat of the Desoto reflecting on the evening. It had been pleasant and Spike a perfect gentleman all evening. They had gone to dinner at a fancy resteraunt and then he had taken her for a moonlit walk along the beach, holding her hand and talking with her, laughing at her jokes and smiling at her attempts to draw him out, but something was off.

Sighing sadly Buffy looked out at the passing scenery, her mind and heart full of regret for her actions earlier on. It wasn't that she didn't like the necklace; she loved it, but such a token, so soon. *He's just a boy Buffy, and he thinks he's in love with you. * While she could admit she did have feelings for him, she just couldn't say what he wanted her too. Not yet anyway.

Turning to look at him, his profile was lit by the soft lights of the dashboard, carving out the shadows and lights that so perfectly fit his handsome face. *No, not a boy. A man. * She thought to herself as she followed the lines of his Grecian countenance, next admiring the cut of the deep blue Armani suit he had worn for her, and down to his strong hands clasping the steering wheel as he drove. *He is a man, * Her mind repeated, * he's just a young man. * Inwardly she sighed again and as the car pulled up to the curb of their respective houses she wondered if she shouldn't just end it now before either one of them got more hurt.

*Impossible, my special gift is impossible relationships. * She mused remembering the line of some long forgotten movie.

Spike turned the engine off and pulled open his driver side door. Taking a deep breath to relieve some of the tension he had been carrying within him all evening, he walked over to her door and helped her from the car. The drive home had been too quiet and neither one knew how to break through the strain that stood between them now, as thick as molasses.

"I, um...had a wonderful evening."Buffy started hesitantly looking at the younger man standing before her.

"I'm glad luv." Spike responded his heart in his throat as the moonlight hit the pendant glistening around her neck.

*A teardrop how appropriate, you stupid git. *
He wanted to take the necklace back and erase the whole evening. He wanted to start all over again. He wanted laughing, happy Buffy back, the Buffy he knew he had a chance with. Not this Buffy, who seemed older than her age and reluctant to take any risk at all with her heart,.

Both fidgeted for a moment before Buffy said, "You could come in you know, you are welcome." The soft words were spoken but not heard for a few long moments by the hurting and silent teenager who was staring off into the distance his mind somewhere else.

"I think I'll take a rain check luv, if you don't mind. Kinda knackered and I've got an early day ahead of me tomorrow." Spike said before leaning up and brushing a kiss across Buffys lips leaving her wanting for more.

As Spike walked across the grass between the neighboring homes Buffy called out, "Spike?"

Turning to look at the woman who had stolen his heart, hope flitted across his face briefly.

"Goodnight..." Was all Buffy could say.

"Night." He replied the hope in his heart now crumbling into dust as he took one last look at her and then retreated into the sanctuary of his own home.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered as the first tears fell down her satin cheeks and her hands clenched and unclenched at the futility of the situation she had put herself into.

As the tears began to fall in earnest, she turned towards her own home and locking the door behind her, crumpled onto the entryway floor, crying her heart out over the love of a nineteen year old man.


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Chapter 22


*It's been a week....a whole week. * Buffy thought as an ever-present tear worked it's way down her cheek. *I miss him. * Was all she could process as she swiped irritably at the errant tear with the back of her hand.

She just didn't know what to do. Wearily she sank down into the cushions on her couch, and grabbing up the TV remote she began to flip resignedly through the channels. Not really paying attention to what was being shown, all she could see in front of her red puffy eyes was Spikes sweet, handsome face.

"GAAAAAAAAAaHhhhhhhhhhhh." She shouted throwing the remote at the wall where it crashed to the floor with a loud, satisfying racket.

*Just go find the boy, Buffy. He loves you he'll understand. Tell him how much you miss him; tell him the truth about how you feel. Give him a chance to be a man in your eyes. *

The thoughts swam through her mind round and round until finally she just couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine, I'm going." She said out loud as if to steady her already rampaging nerves before walking resolutely to the front windows and peeping out the curtains to make sure his car was parked out front. It was.

Buffy stood up and squared her shoulders. *Time to be a big girl Buffy.* Giving herself a pep talk as she walked to the front door, smoothing her shirt down nervously as she went.

"Spike." Her green eyes went round as she pulled open the door and found the object of her endless torment standing in front of her. It only took a second for her mind to make up her body's actions. In one step she wrapped her arms around the surprised teenager and started to cry against his white t-shirt babbling words of apology as she clung to him.

"I'm so...o... so..rry.. I never....meant...to hurt you...I'd ....*snuffle* ...give anything...to...make...it up to you....missed you...mis...sed ...you so much..." She wept against his hard muscled chest.

Spikes heart expanded ten fold as he wrapped his arms around the small woman sobbing on the porch against him. He'd come to apologize for acting like a selfish prat; he certainly didn't expect her to be the one apologizing.

"Shhhh...luv. I've got you, Williams got you." He murmured against her bent blond head, holding her to him as he moved them indoors. Shutting the door behind them he took her small hand into his larger one and walked her to the living room couch. As he sat down on it he pulled her into his lap and once more wrapped her in his tender embrace, coaxing her head onto his shoulder as he spoke.

"I'm the one who should be sorry pet." He said tilting her chin gently so he could look into her liquid green gaze. "I acted like such a fool. You just lost your husband, your high school sweetheart, and here I am spouting words of love and giving you gifts that more than likely made you feel like you were obligated to say the words back to me."

Buffy opened her mouth to say something before he cut her off.

"You are not." He continued smiling down at her, "I won't lie to you and say I don't love you, because I do. I can't help that, I didn't expect it either, it's just what happened." Pushing a strand of golden hair off her forehead, "And I won't apologize for it. It happened, I'm in love with you, but I won't push for anything more from you. As long as I have your promise that you will at least give me a chance."

As she nodded happily at him, Spike sighed, "Look, I know I'm only nineteen. Soon to be twenty. But that doesn't mean I can't love you the way you should be loved. It doesn't mean that I don't love you as a man loves a woman, I do. I'm just asking for a chance to prove it Buffy." His own eyes started to tear as he looked at her, "Will you let me prove it?"

Sitting in his lap, in his embrace, Buffy wanted for nothing more in the world. But she had to be honest with him, "I promise to try." She said softly before continuing, "I won't lie to you, I'm scared of this. The age difference, how quickly you fell, the whole thing frightens me. Terrifies me actually, but I can tell you one thing for sure, you're in my heart. What that means right now, I can't totally say. I need time to figure it out for myself. But if you're willing to be patient with me, I'd like to find out with you next to me."

"Ah luv, that's all I wanted to hear." He said as he pulled her down into a tender kiss both of them breathing a silent sigh of happiness as they melted into one another.

Moving apart after a few moments Buffy rested her head back onto his shoulder.

Feeling her shaking against him Spike thought at first she was crying again, until he heard her giggles. Looking down at her with an amused expression he questioned, "What is it pet?"

"Look what I've done to your poor shirt." She pointed to the streaks of black mascara now marring the white t-shirt. "God, I'm a mess." She laughed at herself.

"My mess, my beautiful mess." Spike said drawing her lips into sweet torment with his own, his tongue sweeping across the tender inner edge making her blood rush through her body.

"Mmmmm..maybe..."She commented, "We should take this off and wash it?" She said teasingly as she plucked at the offending garment helping him to pull it over his lean frame.

"MMMmmmm definitely better, but..." She paused looking down on the sloe-eyed man below her. "We really should wash it, before it stains."

Jumping up from his lap, Buffy laughed merrily as Spike took up the chase through the house finally cornering her in the sunshine flooded laundry room.

Standing in the doorway of the room Spike watched as Buffy pulled off her top with one hand and flung it to the floor, her grip holding his shirt to her never faltering. Next came her bra, her shorts, and finally her panties as they all joined her blouse on the floor.

"One more." Spike said as he indicated the t-shirt she still held in front of her naked body.

"Why don't you come help me?" She said crooking a slender finger at him and beckoning him to her.

Both gasped loudly as the cotton shirt slipped from her grasp and sinking to the floor between them leaving nothing but skin on skin.

Lips touched and that was all she wrote.

Buffys fingers worked feverishly to undo Spikes jeans. And as they dropped to the floor her hands reached down to grasp the heated length of his turgid rod into her snug grasp.

"Jesus Buffy." Spike moaned aloud at the first touch, before groaning helplessly as Buffy dropped suddenly to her knees before him and pulled his cock into her wet kiss.

"Mmmmm," She moaned around him as she tried to swallow him whole, *He tastes so good. * Was all she could think as she started a fast and furious licking and sucking on his rock hard manhood.


"Buffy, luv, fuck...stop...stop..." Spike wanted to kick himself as she stopped the delicious torment of his sensitive glans and looked up at him. "You don't want?" Buffy looked confused as he pulled her up to standing before lifting her onto the top of the washing machine and spreading her legs.

Kicking his jeans to one side, Spike stepped between her thighs, pulled her forward on the appliance until she was spread in front of him and in one slow thrust, entered her body with his own.

"I just want to cum inside of you." He managed to grit out as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, her hands and legs entwining around his neck and hips as he set up a punishing pace.

"mmmmmmm.........fuck yes........" Buffy sighed, "You feel so good inside me, I've missed you........mmmmmmm...." her sighs and groans spurring him on.

The room was quiet except for the wet slapping of two bodies as Buffys juices slid down her thighs coating them both.

"Ohhhhhhhhh god, luv." Spike half groaned half mewled like a newborn puppy as his pistoning hips pushed him deeper and deeper into Buffys more than willing nether regions.

Dropping her head back and leaning the weight of her body onto her elbows Buffys cry of rapture echoed through the room as Spike took a hardened nipple into his mouth and he stroked the other with a calloused hand. Gently laving the nipple with his mouth he suddenly nipped at it, the mixture of pleasure and pain too much for Buffys deprived body and she fell suddenly into the abyss.

"OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOooogodohgodohgod SPIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEE........" She screamed as her inner muscles clamped down in a menacing grip onto his cock, the rippling of her insides and the quaking, and quavering of the rest of her pushing Spike headlong into his own orgasm.

Pulling her shuddering body against his Spike began the final strokes to his own completion.

"Fuck...Fuck........Jesus.......soo...........good...........tight..........hot.........fuck........Buffy Ohsweetjesus Buffy.............Now...NOW...NOW!!!!!!!!" His shouts of pleasure mingling with hers as he stroked within her and began to shoot jet after jet of semen deep into her quivering body filling her to capacity until their combined fluids sloshed messily out of her to puddle onto the top of the washer.

"Ohhhhh.....that was.........." Buffy murmured against his sweat-dampened shoulder when she was able to breath again.

"So goddamned good." Spike finished for her as he gently pulled himself from her, both groaning at the loss of contact, and pulled her into his arms.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Buffy hummed against his skin as she listened to the rapid beating of his heart.

Resting his head atop of her own, for a moment, Spike sighed contentedly before asking, "How bout a swim luv?"

"Sounds about right," She answered as he picked her up from the washer and set her on her feet before picking up his soiled, discarded shirt and wiping the fluids from himself and her inner thighs as well as the machine.

"The love machine." He chuckled to himself as he dropped the shirt back onto the floor before catching her look of curiosity.

"The washer, I now dub it, the love machine." His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned at Buffy.

"Hmmm...funny I was just thinking the same thing about you." She joked as she took his hand in hers and pulled him along to the blue liquid haven outdoors, the clothes on the floor all but forgotten.



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Chapter 23 Bored



Buffy sat on the corner of her neatly made up bed, in her straight as a pin room and huffed loudly. “FUCK.”

It was in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of the week, and she felt like it was the middle of her life. Like she was some kind of old maid. She never went anywhere, she never did anything, she just stuck to the life she had set up with Angel and kept to it. *Well except for blond adoni…is that even a word? * She thought to herself as she flopped back onto the bed. “BLEAH.” Was all she could muster covering her face with her hands briefly before slamming them down again on the bed. “WELL FUCK THIS!!!” She shouted into the quiet of the house throwing a pillow temperamentally across the room, listening with fiendish glee as it slammed into a lamp, breaking it to bits when it hit the floor.

Down the stairs she went in search of her laptop. “I have 40 fucking million dollars and what the hell am I doing? Moping around, wasting my time, and doing the next-door neighbors kid. Well, he’s doing me anyway.” She giggled this time as she grabbed up the Dell laptop on her kitchen counter and sat on one of the chairs surrounding the butcher block island, but not before grabbing a Bartles & James exotic berry wine cooler from the fridge.

Flipping up the top and punching in her code to MSN she waited, swallowing her drink for the main page to appear.

“Good Afternoon.” It intoned.

“Yea…” She smirked setting down the drink. *What to look for, what to look for…*

*Sex? Hmmm….no got that. Ooooo videos? Nah…I’ve got enough to last awhile…Oh I know. * Mentally snapping her fingers as she typed in PORN.

Leaning back for a moment she realized this could take awhile.

Getting another cooler from the fridge she grinned at the huge list of naughty sites. *OOOOoooooooooo toys………*




Two days later
“What can Brown do for you?” UPS special order.


The mood of the evening was frisky to say the least as Buffy leaned in the doorway of her home waiting for her teenaged sex god to get his cute ass over to her house. Jesus, it made her wet just thinking about it, his ass that is.

“Buffy?” His voice echoed as he shut the door behind him. “OH LORD…..” Spikes eyes popped out of his head and an instant hard on strained to get out of the constricting faded Levi’s, as he looked at the gorgeous woman standing just so in the main hallway.

Her arms were stretched above her as she arched her back from the wall the black leather corset straining as she pushed her breasts out in front of her, her long legs encased in real silk stockings and garter also in black of course.

Rolling her head on the wall she turned so she could run a sloe eyed gaze over his well-built body causing every nerve in him to stand at attention and salute. As she ran her hands down her body her pink tongue came out to play across her lipsticked ruby red lips. Watching the erotic show in almost desperation, he took a step towards his goddess.

“No.” Was all she said as she held one hand out to shake a finger at him as if he were a naughty boy.

*Oh and I am, I really am. * His thoughts skittering off into parts unknown.

“Have you missed me Spike?” She purred at him as she continued to bump and grind against the wall opposite the poor lusting young man.

“Uh huh…” He managed to get past his lips, which did not want to work, as he nodded his head dumbly, his hot blue eyes never leaving her.

“Oooooooooo….” She groaned as she slid a hand into her already soaking black satin panties and in between her sodden pussy lips.

“Buffy, luv….” Spike groaned begging her to let him touch her.

“Mmmmm…feels so good.” She moaned throatily as she pushed the panties down with one hand to mid thigh.

“GGGrrrrrrrrahhh….” Spike growled watching as she plunged three fingers deeply into her cunt while her other hand slid into the top of her corset and pinched the already stiff nipple it found there.

Falling back slightly against the wall behind him, Spike reached unconsciencially down to his straining bulge to unbutton the fly and release his huge prick. Grabbing onto it as he watched Buffy whither and squirm his hand set up a bruising rhythm his low moans starting to echo hers his eyes shutting briefly.

“SMACK.”

Spike was brought back to reality by the feel of Buffys small hand slapping his cheek.

“I …SAID…NO!”

Buffy watched him carefully to see his reaction to her sudden blow. Shock washed over him first and then lust. Powerful, primordial, and barely restrained lust.

With a wicked grin she pushed his hands away from his straining, purple-headed organ, leaving it waving slightly with each pulse, from his opened jeans. Pressing one small hand onto his t-shirted chest she leaned her scantily clad body against his, being sure to keep distance from his angry cock with her hips.

“Are you mine?” She growled at him as she traced an absent pattern over his bared hip.

Spike could only groan, “God, Buffy,” As his head rolled on the painted wall in wondrous agony.

Reaching out with the hand that had been tracing his skin she slapped his raging hardon making his whole body jump slightly and the tip begin to weep its viscous fluids.

“NO….ARE…YOU…MINE?” She repeated louder this time holding his engorged cock in a loose grip, the hand on his chest moving to his hips to prevent any movement on his part to get stimulation.

“YES….YES…I’m yours.” He gasped out the fire burning even hotter in his gut.

“You’ll do whatever I say. Do you understand?” Buffy told him at the same time shamelessly stroking his penis. “And you don’t cum until I tell you to, do you understand?”

“Ooooh god yes, yes, yes.” His blond head nodding in rapid succession with his words, “Whatever you say.”

Giving his tortured member another stroke, she nimbly stepped back to observe her prize, noting the string of semen that dripped from the head of his cock.

“So delicious you look Spike.” She commented as he opened his blue eyes and looked at her. “And all mine.”

His chest was heaving with unfulfilled lust, his hands clenching and unclenching in desperation to keep from touching himself, while his mind was rolling with the implications of her highly arousing actions. *She can fuck me black and blue as long as she wants to, she keeps this up. *

An innocent smile crept across her lovely face as she reached with one hand into her corset where she had secreted a toy for the evening. “And to make sure you’re a good boy..” Her voice trailed off as she stepped forward.

His gasp of pleasure at the first touch of her hands soon turned to a moan of disbelief as she snapped the leather cock ring fully around his genitalia, the pulsing blood making it unbelievably, deliciously tight.

Buffy smiled as he squirmed against her hands desperately trying to relieve the pressure, “Oh yes, you’re going to be a very, very good boy now aren’t you?”




TBC…..Oh yes I’m a naughty little vamp!

Chapter 25 Boredom learns some new tricks!


Buffy grinned to herself as she watched the hot-blooded teen try to regain some composure. *THIS is gonna be fun!*

Almost giddy with Spikes apparent willingness she lifted one finger and beckoned him to follow her.

Holding on to his jeans he followed eagerly behind, his eyes never leaving the smooth curve of her ass where the silk thong parted her cheeks. *God I love this woman* was all his now mush like brain could think.

“Strip.”

Buffy commanded once they were in the bedroom, “And lay on the bed, cock up. I want to see that big boy stiff and ready for my usage.”

Her words making him unbelievably harder, Spike stripped his clothes off and moved to the bed and lay down on it wondering what she would do next.

“I think….It’s time for a little show of give and take. You, get to give, and I get to take.” Buffys voice curled sensuously around his prone body as she grabbed one of his wrists and cuffed it to the bed.

“You’ll notice,” She continued to speak as she cuffed the other wrist, “That if you pull on these particular cuffs, they do something a little extra.”

She moved down to his ankles, “Go ahead Spike, try to move.”

Never taking his eyes from her as she moved to his other ankle he gamely tugged on one of the wrist cuffs, groaning a little when they pulled even tighter to his skin.

Finishing her work she moved to his side to sit on the bed her hand running down his naked flesh teasingly as she spoke to him, “That’s right baby, you’re mine for as long as I want and as long as I say.”

“Yes Buffy.” He said though it came out more as a strangled sigh.

“Very good Spike. You learn quickly. If you’re good tonight, maybe I’ll let you do this to me tomorrow.” Her eyes sparkled as she watched the handsome young man on the bed close his eyes and his cock become visibly angrier. “Ooooo I see someone likes that idea.” She said reaching out to lightly caress the throbbing organ.

“Fuck……..luv.”

“Ah…ah…ah…none of that now. It’s only Buffy or mistress.” She chastised, “I think you need a little reminder…”

He watched as she pulled something small from the same hiding place in her corset as before. It looked like a small remote control.

His eyes went suddenly wide and wild as she flipped the switch on the vibrating cock ring.

“Oh, my poor baby,” She cooed as she watched his entire body clench against the sensations roiling through his dick and balls straight down to his toes. “All that juicy goodness and no way to release it.”

“GGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaa…….BUFFFFYYY..” He shouted as he felt her hot tongue slide down the side of his cock to lightly stroke at his straining balls his arms and legs helplessly tugging on the restraints pulling them tighter still.

“What?” She asked leaning back up her eyes wide with false innocence as she shut off the remote and waited for him to regain some of his control, a satisfied smile lighting her face as she watched him heaving for breath.

Standing up she reached behind her and pulled the strings that held the corset together, Spike watched as the tight fitted clothing fell to the floor at her feet revealing the expanse of her bared flesh.

“That’s better.” She murmured stretching sensuously. “Now the panties.” Bending forward to slide the damp fabric down her legs slowly.

She watched with amusement as Spike practically bit his tongue trying not to beg her to come over and do, well… anything she wanted to, to him to relieve the mounting pressure in his crotch.

Moving back to the bed, she carefully lay down on her stomach on top of him her parted thighs spread on either side of his head.

Drinking in the sight of her swollen pink nether lips and the beads of her juices decorating the flushed skin, in combination with her hot body pressed against his own, Spike let out a small whimper knowing that the torment wasn’t over yet.

Reaching under the mattress Buffy pulled out a new toy.

Moving up to her knees slightly she turned on the 6-inch vibrator with its clit stimulator, and slid it into her dripping wet box from behind. Moving it deeply into her snatch with one hand, she rested her head on one of Spikes thighs. She kept her face turned away from his penis so that she could wrap her long golden hair around the shaft and stroke it in time with her own self-manipulations.

“Oooh fuck Buffy, Luv…So fucking HOT…So FUCKING beautiful…”He groaned watching her fuck the vibe in and out of her slick hole, her entire body trembling against his, her hand clenching around his cock in time.

“More……..OHFUCK……….Talk to me more Spike…..” Buffy demanded, “Sounds so good the way….ooohhhhmmmm….”

Spikes mind went into complete and total meltdown as he watched her pussy lips become more swollen and the liquid drip from her body onto his chest.

“Oooooh Fuck me………GOD…….I need to fuck you so badly….want to shove my dick so far into you and ram into you till you’re screaming my name…”

“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh……..”

“Want to shove my tongue into your pussy and eat you until you can’t cum any longer and you beg me to let you rest……..”

“YESOHGODMORE…………..”

Her body was out of control as she twisted and quaked against him, the vibrator shoved as deeply into her body as it would go.

“BUFFYYY….OHGODBUFFY…” Spike pleaded his cock aching, his hands clenching, “Let me fuck you………PLEASE………….”

“OOOHHHHHHH FUCK I’m COMING…NOWNOW…SPIKE….OOOHHHHGODDD…….” It was the pleading that sent her over the edge screaming his name.

Spikes growls and snarls of unrequited lust mixed and melded with her own as she bucked her body up sending the vibrator deeper into her needy cunt.

“Oooooofuckfuckfuckfuck…..”

Spike watched helplessly as she rammed the humming object deeper and deeper. His eyes glazing over at the sight of her pussy virtually swallowing the foreign device, the scent of her washing over him and turning him into a desperate quivering wreck.

“Oh…god…that was sooooooooooooooooo good.” Buffy collapsed onto his thighs again her hand pulling the vibe, sticky with her juices, out of her still grasping cunt, her breasts heaving against him.

She lay there for a moment, dazed by the orgasm, *God that was HOT HOT HOT!*

“Buffy?” The question was pleading. “Buffy luv? Please? Now? I need to cum luv, I…” Spikes voice dropped off as his desire overwhelmed him.

Lifting herself off, she quickly straddled him and plunged his cock into her wet heat.

“OOOOOOOOOooooooo.” They cried out together as she started a fast rhythm another orgasm following fast behind her first.

“BUFFY….PLEASE…….” Spike begged his body arching at an impossible angle his needy prick thick and steel hard.

As Buffy started to quiver she reached behind her to the cock ring.

SNAP…

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUCCKKKKKKKKKMEE…………..” Spike roared as the pressure on his balls was suddenly released and he convulsed violently with each sticky rope of cum he shot into her quivering body.

“OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD….” Buffy screamed through another orgasm as it tore through the last, her fingers digging into his chest as she held on for the ride, each volley of his hot semen deep inside, setting off another explosion.

Both quaked together, moaning and shouting, while Spike thrust up against her and into her the wetness of her pussy soaking his bombarding prick until they both crossed over the line into blackness.


Buffy was the first to rouse herself and quickly undoing his restraints returned to curl up beside her teenaged lover with a sigh of utter contentment.

“That was…” Spikes voice was raspy from overuse, “bloody fucking amazing.”

Buffy giggled as she tilted her head up accept his gentle kiss.

“What possessed you luv?”

Buffy smiled again, a twinkle of amusement glinting in her eye, “Lets just say I was bored!”

“Mmmmm….Well next time you’re bored I’ll be here with bloody bells on.” Spikes voice already getting soft with exhaustion as he pulled her into his embrace.

“Next time it’s your turn.” Buffy replied a yawn cutting off anymore talking as both fell into a deep and dreamless slumber.

TBC

Just a little side bar to let concerned readers know that I have NOT shifted focus from Spuffy! *Yes Mistress was written by request for the sweetie building my new site!* And that there are a few more strictly smut chapters in this story but then we are back to PLOT!!!! Weee...I love writing the stories just because they never turn out the way I expect them too!

I just wanted to clarify that in this story it's about Buffys discovery of herself as well as the love affair between Buffy and Spike. She's only ever been with Angel and now she's older and feeling the need to be more free with herself. Spike is a major catalast in this because HELLO young, male, HORMONES!!! *grins* But I promise that I have moved to plot after Spike gets his revenge! *Remember that even though the sex is long and graphic they ARE in love with each other and that's the main driving force behind the play!*

I know I know....Buffy still needs to say it. She will have no fear!!!

I've run on long enough ...back to the story!!!


vamps

Chapter 26 Reversal



Buffy grinned as she stretched her naked body in the tangled bed sheets her mind on her nineteen year old lover. Spike had left earlier for class and then work, with a kiss and a promise to take her out that evening dancing; he knew just the hot spot.

Turning onto her stomach Buffy mushed her favorite pillow up and buried her face into it, inhaling the musky scent of sex that still lingered.

Feeling a twinge between her thighs she decided to make use of her newly purchased vibrating toy and enjoy a nice, long session of pleasuring herself before she got out of bed.

Sitting up the sheet dropped away from her exposed flesh as she reached for the discarded toy still lying on the floor from the night’s previous use.

A hot bolt of lust ran through her body as she thought of the night before. She was ecstatic that Spike had responded so lustfully to her domination, not that she was really surprised, he was a horny teenaged man after all.

As she lay back on the bed once again, the sheets kicked off of her leaving her completely nude, she tried to imagine what sort of retaliation she could expect from the snarky blond in return.

*Oh fuck* her mouth opened and her eyes closed as she shoved the tool into her already dripping cunt at its highest speed, her mind running over the many ways she imagined Spike torturing her with his tongue, fingers, and that huge cock of his.

“GGGGGGGGGEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooodddddddddddd………” She screamed as a violent orgasm tore through her body unexpectedly leaving her quivering and gasping for breath. “Jesus Buffy, horny much?” she said out loud to herself as she dropped the toy onto the bed in disbelief. *So much for a long session, I gotta stop thinking about Spike when I do that! I’d probably last much longer!*

Giggling she pulled herself out of bed and made her way onto the rest of the day.



Night lust and sensual oils

*this chappy has a fun oil that I borrowed from a book by a bestselling author. See if you can figure it out.*


Spike showed up at Buffy’s house promptly at 9:00pm. It had been a long day, and he hadn’t had time for more than a quick bite to eat and a shower before he was due to take his lady love out but he was excited all the same.

Knocking on the door before opening it he called out to her as he stepped into the hall.

“I’m still getting ready, c’mon up if you want.” Her voice called back as he made his way upstairs to the restroom where she was putting the last touches on her makeup.

“Almossssttt……..done.” She said smiling at his reflection in the mirror, “Someone looks absolutely yummy tonight.”

Spike had decided to go for a dressier look than his usual jeans and t-shirt. Black leather pants that had a distressed look about them making them seem like he’d had them for years, clung to his well muscled legs while a long sleeved black satin shirt with the top buttons undone to show as bit of his scrumptious chest adorned the upper half of his body. His black combat boots were still in effect did nothing to reduce the image of walking sex on a stick.
Sliding his arms around her waist he nuzzled her neck from behind, “Could say the same for you luv.” He growled his low accented voice sending chills down her spine.

Buffy had also opted for dressier, a micro mini black leather skirt, and 6 inch black leather spiked heels showcased her longs legs making Spike want to do nothing more than have them wrapped around him as he fucked her into the mattress. The deep red velvet top she had chosen to wear, crossed snugly across her pert breasts and over her right shoulder draping down her right arm, leaving her left shoulder and arm bare. Her hair was a riot of upswept messy curls that perfectly accented the darker, sultrier makeup she had put on her face. The over all look was hot and dangerous.

“Not done yet, though, pet.” He said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of amber colored liquid and held it in front of her curious eyes.

“What’s that?” She asked as she allowed him to turn her, and sit her up on the counter and part her thighs.

Unscrewing the top carefully he held it out to her to inhale the heady mixture of cinnamon, and some other spicy substance she couldn’t put a name too.

“Smells good, does it taste good?” She asked innocently as she watched him kneel down and lightly stroke her thighs before reaching up to push aside her black thong.

Pushing his tongue deep into her already moisture slickened cunny, she squirmed against him her head falling back against the mirror as her hands clutched the edge of the sink.

“God Spike,” She moaned aroused beyond thought at the voracious appetite of her lover.

“MMMmmmm, tastes good to me.” He grinned at her as he sat back on his heels licking his lips sensuously as he carefully poured some of the liquid onto one long finger.

“Trust me pet?” He asked seriously looking up into her desire filled eyes.

“Uh huh.” She nodded gasping as she felt the first touch of his fingers on her outer lips and clit.

“Ooooommmm…” She groaned as he massaged the liquid into her sensitive nub, her hips helplessly bucking up to meet his fingertips.

Blowing lightly on the now coated area, Spike smiled as her body responded to the rapidly heating substance. *Heating and itching, this is going to be a night she’ll never forget.*

Buffy’s eyes opened to his blue eyed gaze, as the expression on her face changed from heady lust to surprise, to shock, as the oil worked it magic on her nether regions, and made Spike unbearably hard in his leather pants.

“Spiiiiiiiikkkkkeeee..” she whimpered as her hand went immediately to her crotch to try and alleviate some of the heat and itchiness and was halted by his hand over hers.

“You’re mine tonight Buffy.” He said enjoying the already struggling bundle of energy on the counter, “You WILL be begging me by the end of the evening. You will squirm and beg and plead but you will NOT touch yourself, do you understand?”

“Mmmm…hmm…” She managed as she struggled to regain control of her body’s reactions to the oil.

Standing to his full height, he set the bottle down and pressed an uncoated finger into her vagina, thrusting deeply as he bit at her exposed neck and driving her to distraction. Just as her hips bucked up to meet his delving touch, he pulled out of her, ignoring her whimpers as he replaced her thong.

“Let’s go.” He said gently kissing her full ruby lips.

“Oh God…” She yelped as he pulled her off of the counter and led her downstairs stopping briefly to grab her purse and jacket.

“You ok luv?” Spike smirked at her when they had settled in the car, watching her try vainly to rub her thighs together to relieve the itch and the sharp stabs of pleasure that had her practically begging already.

“Um…hunh?” She looked at him through her lust induced daze the question not really registering.

Pulling her into his arms for a fierce kiss that left her weak, he murmured, “All mine tonight baby…all mine.”

Letting her go he turned the car on with a roar and drove off into the night.



TBC

Chapter 27


The club was packed as Spike led his quaking toy for the night, into the din. Loud trance music slammed into them as he took her hand and walked through the throng of moving bodies towards the bar.

“Black Jack straight up.” Spike spoke with authority the bartender never even questioning his age.

“And the lady?” the man shouted above the music.

“Alabama Slammer on the rocks.”

Nodding the bartender turned away to make the drinks.

Pulling Buffy into his arms while they waited Spike ground his erection against the apex of her thighs while dropping his head to speak into her sensitive ear.

“You make me so fucking hot Buffy.” Sliding one hand up her ribcage to palm her breast through the velvet material, he held her tightly against him so she could feel every inch of his stick cock as he pushed it harder tormenting her further. “Just want to fuck you right here in front of everyone, make you get down on your knees and suck me off until I cum all over that pretty mouth of yours.”

Buffy let a little sob slip as she pressed her flushed face into his chest trying desperately not to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.

“Buddy,” The bartender called pulling Spikes attention away from the overheated vixen in his arms for a moment as he paid for the drinks.

Handing Buffy her drink already dripping with condensation, he directed the way through the club to the upper level that overlooked the dance floor. Sultry Latin music with a hot danceable beat played in this section of the club, the thick Plexiglas walls keeping the music from the dance floor below out while still being able to look down at the bodies grooving to the beat in the huge expanse.

Moving with panther like grace to a huge brightly colored couch in the back, shaped like a set of lips, Spike chuckled thinking that this was the perfect tacky set up to continue his seduction. The lighting was non-existent and the people around them were too involved in each other to give a damn about the blond couple and what they were doing. Neon lights in the shapes of pink elephants and palm trees jumped and wriggled in time with the insistent beat and whirling bodies that danced not 20 feet away.

Taking her drink and setting it down with his own on a side table, Spike sat on the sofa pulling Buffy down onto his lap so that she was straddling him.

“OH…OHGODSPIKE.” She groaned loudly as she dragged her panty clad clit across the hard surface of leather that covered his zipper, her cries drowned out by the music.

Grasping her hands hard he forced her to sit back then dropped his hands to her hips to stop her frenzied movements.

“NO Buffy.” He spoke just loudly enough to be heard. “You will only cum when I tell you…NOT before or you will suffer the consequences.” One of his hands slid under her tightly stretched skirt and into her wet panties rubbing her clit as he pulled her down for a deep kiss.

Buffy squealed in helpless yearning, her clit itched so much and the heat, the heat was unbearable. She was so fucking wet and horny; she swore she could cum at just a look from her delicious, slightly cruel master.

Spike stopped with his fingers just resting on her nub, feeling it twitch and jump under his touch as he continued to plunder her silky mouth with his tongue. *So luscious, so mouth watering, so very, very mine.* the thoughts running rampant through his heated mind, *Hmmm…..*

Buffy pushed her hips forward trying to find some friction for her torment, arching her body against his as he kissed her.

“Spike…please…please….” She pleaded raining passionate kisses everywhere she could reach and grinding her body up against his seductively, when he pulled away from her lips for air.

“What do you want kitten? My cock?” He whispered into her ear thrusting his hips against her making her shudder with need.

“Yes Spike, yes…I want your cock…God I’ll do anything…”

“Anything?” *this was getting interesting.* as he placed a finger from his available hand into her mouth.

“Even sucking my cock?” He flicked her hard clit, “Right here? Right now?” His voice dropped throatily making her twist against him in want.

“Uh..huh…” She murmured her mind made up as she suddenly slid off his lap and sank to the floor in front of him. Before he could react his pants were unzipped and his cock was buried in her hot mouth.

*Fuck.* Looking around wildly to see if anyone had noticed the petite blond on the floor currently swallowing the entire length of his rock hard penis down her throat with such relish.

*Nope, no one* he realized thanking God or whoever would listen *….fuck she’s so bloody hot.*

Running his hands into her long thick locks making her take even more of his shaft into her, he shoved as much as she could take in and out of the scorching sucking inferno of her mouth.

Gritting his teeth, his entire body shuddered as he felt her constrict her throat a muscle around his swollen girth and that was, as they say, that.

His fingers tangled tightly in her tresses as he began the downward spiral into the rapture of filling her mouth with shot after shot of sticky cum, feeling her swallow down each drop as if it were the most delicious nectar on earth. Her hands rubbing his constricting balls as he unloaded himself into his goddess kneeling on the floor.

Pulling her lips off his cock she scrambled up while he tucked himself back into his pants and adjusted.

Resuming her spot on his lap she rested her forehead against his and waited impatiently for reciprocation.

Knowing full well what she was expecting he touched her face with one hand, curling his tongue behind his teeth as he looked at her in all her flushed and wanting beauty. “That was bloody perfect luv, bloody perfect. But remember what I said about consequences?” His blue eyes raking over her throbbing body, “I think that little performance warranted a little lesson in obedience. Need to teach you how to behave now don’t I little minx?”

Buffy tried to look properly chagrined but the truth was she couldn’t suppress the thrill that went through her or the fresh gush of moisture in her soaking wet undies at his words.

Nodding her head Buffy waited, whatever he had planned she knew she’d be begging and screaming his name at the end of it just as he had predicted.



TBC

This club is an actual place in Los Angeles called Circus and all the stuff that is written here happens. I went with some friends and Whew...talk about wild!






Chapter 28

Spike pulled Buffy into one of the stalls in the overcrowded unisex restroom of the club and locked it behind them, but not before noticing her huge eyes as she took in the ambiance of the bathroom.

People overflowed from every corner of the club and this area was no different. Some were drinking and dancing to the beat of the loud music while they waited for a stall, some were doing lines of coke, mirrors balanced on their knees offering to everyone and anyone who wanted, and some were just screwing. Doors open, lips locked, pants pushed down, skirts pushed up screwing. She had never seen such decadence before, she was shocked…and well…she found she liked it.

As soon as the stall door locked behind them, he dropped the toilet lid, unzipped his pants pulled out his already rock hard cock, sat on the lid and tearing her thong from her body, pulled her down on top sliding all the way to the hilt in one shove.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUkkkkkkkkkkkkk Spikeeeeee…..” Buffy wailed at the feeling of her deprived pussy finally being filled with his thick pulsating meat.

Spike grunted as she started to ride him furiously, hands braced on either wall, feet slipping on the tiled floor, moisture dripping from her blistering caldron down his prick and onto his balls.

Reaching up with one hand he took a length of hair into his palm and twisted, pulling it roughly but not causing pain, until her neck and body arched away from his.

*Time for punishment.*

He kept her at the awkward angle as his other hand clasped her tiny waist in a bruising grasp and he plowed up into her tight quim, grunting and moaning, taking his pleasure in her and leaving her untouched in the most sensitive area of her clit.

“Spike…….spike please? I’ll be good…….I promise.” She begged unable to even drop one hand to her overlooked clit because to do so would cause her to fall and she didn’t want to imagine what would happen then.

But her pleading was to no avail and she quickly saw he was taking her and wasn’t about to pleasure her, this wasn’t punishment this was torment! Too feel him sliding too and fro from her sopping entrance and slamming back in until she was stuffed to the hilt with him. Every nerve ending burned every part of her screamed out for the final culmination that was not hers to have, wouldn’t be until she learned.

“AAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa fuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk yes…” Spike groaned as he released what seemed to be a gallon or so of hot fluid into her clenching heat. Buffy whimpered in defeat as her clit throbbed and her body clenched in unfulfilled hunger.

Releasing her hair he shuddered as the last of his orgasm racked his body and caused his cock to jump inside of her. Tilting her head so that she gazed into his deep blue eyes he said, “That was just part of the punishment. You have to behave for the next hour and I promise I will make it worth your while. I will bring you to orgasm over and over until you can’t even scream you’ll be so hoarse, but you must do as I say and bear your punishment. Do you understand Buffy?”

She nodded mutely even as her inner muscles clenched around him in excitement at his words.

“No, say the words. Say, I understand Master.”

Green eyes sparked with rebellion for a moment before she nodded again and repeated the words, “I understand Master.”

“Good.” He said lifting her off of his lap and rearranging his clothing again, before Buffy could pull her skirt down however, he stopped her.

“One more thing luv,” He spoke his voice taking on a mischievous quality as he pulled out the damnable bottle of amber liquid and unscrewed the cap watching her skin flush, her breathing quicken and ….

“And this time it’s going everywhere.”

TBC

Chapter 29


Buffy was in agony. Squirming and wriggling against Spike like a frenzied animal, as he moved his body against hers on the dance floor, she was surprised she wasn’t frothing at the mouth the signals coming from every sensitive point on her body were that overwhelming.

After their initial fuck session in the unisex restroom downstairs, he had brought out the oil he had procured from a college buddy, and proceeded to rub it into both nipples, her dripping slit and then around back because, “No part shall go without.”

Even her thong rubbing was almost enough to bring her off…. almost but not quite.

So here she was, at the mercy of a man who was not only a demon in the sack but she was beginning to suspect a devil in disguise as well. His arms draped loosely around her waist as he ground his cock into the sensitive area of her dripping hot pussy making her moan and whimper for more.

“Mmmmm Buffy luv, you know what I want to do to you when we leave?” He purred into her sensitive ear making her blood boil, “First, I’m going to have you strip naked so I can watch you shaking and shivering in need. Then I’m going to have you kneel on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed while I put my hands on your hips and then I’m going to lick you from front to back. I’m going to slide my tongue as deep into your pussy and ass as I possibly can and then you know what I’m going to do?”

Buffy leaned heavily against his firm chest panting weakly as his words burned into her brain painting a picture that made her clutch at him sharply her grasping fingers almost tearing his shirt in her frenzied state.

“ I’m going to eat you till you beg, and just before you cum, I’m going to slide my thick, throbbing cock as far into your hot, dripping wet, tight pussy as I can and then I’m going to fuck you into the next millennium.”

“OOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooo Spike……I …can’t…Baby…..now? Please?” Buffy pleaded her eyes growing wet with unshed tears of frustration.

Nodding against her he growled huskily, “Now, baby now.”



Not quite home


“In the back.” Spike barked as soon as they reached the DeSoto in the rear of the parking lot.

Practically wrenching the door open Buffy scrambled onto the large bench seat as Spike pulled the door shut behind them.

“Roll down the window and then kneel with your head that direction.” He ignored her questioning look until she was in position, as much as he wanted to fuck her he didn’t think giving her a concussion on the window would be such a good thing.

“Spread your legs Buffy.” He commanded as his hands went to her skirt and he pushed it up into a belt revealing her perfectly rounded ass in the moonlight. Pulling her black thong down till it stretched across her splayed thighs he ran his hands over her smooth skin enjoying watching her quiver at his touch.

“What do you want Buffy?” He asked as he slid one slender finger over her swollen outer lips making her gasp and shiver, her tender breasts rubbing on the window frame of the door as she lay across it. The coolness of the steel seeped into her heated flesh only jacking the game up another notch because as desperately as she wanted to rub against that door she couldn’t for fear of reprisal.

“Buffy…what….do…you…want?” He asked more forcefully this time.

“What…”she gasped, “What you said…”

“And what did I say?” Slapping one hand down hard onto one of her bared cheeks when she didn’t answer quickly enough, the cracking sound and the sting making her pussy push out more of it’s hot sticky fluid, the aroma of her need filling the car.

“Ughnn………that you’d lick me from back to front, that you’d stick your tongue so deep in my pussy and ass, and then you’d fuck me.” The words coming quickly on one another as the itchiness of the tormenting liquid and her own lubrications pushed her to the edge of not caring as long as he did what he promised.

Sliding his teasing finger into her grasping pussy he smiled evilly when she struggled for breath, “Are you mine Buffy?” He asked as he moved the digit farther into her body, “are you?”

“Ohhhhhhhhhhgod Yes Spike, I’m yours….always………” her quavering voice answered as she tried to thrust back on his hand.

Ignoring her sob of desperation as he removed his finger, he grasped her thighs in a firm grip and putting his head between them licked her slowly and languidly from the top of her quivering mound to the cleft of her rounded buttocks.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhGgggggggoooooddddddd………..” She wailed into the dark parking lot as her entire body arched up and was seized with violent trembling at the first touch of his searing tongue on her itchy hot flesh.

“More?” Spike drawled his mouth so close to her wet flesh she could feel his panting breaths.

“More... please Spike more.” She begged, “Make me cum…god I need your tongue on my pussy so fucking bad.”

“Ggggggggggrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaa….” She shrieked as he buried his tongue deeply in between the puffy lips of her slippery cunt licking and slurping at her as she squirmed and twisted her body in attempt for him to cover everywhere at once.

“Ohgodohgodohgod….Spike……..Spike………….CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG……………” the scream rent the air as a massive shockwave slammed into her already struggling body.

Stabbing deeper into her willing quim he lapped up the juices that flooded his lips and chin, as he clutched her thighs, her shuddering body making it hard to hold onto his succulent morsel.

“Uhh…Uhhh…….OoooH …Ohhh…More…More…More…” She panted repeatedly as he slid his seeking muscle into the crevice of her buttocks before delving in a quick flickering motion into her hidden passage and cleaning the itchy substance away.

“OH baby…………..FUCK so GOOD….SO FUCKING GOOD…” she said unable to stop her straining body from thrusting back into his face as he slid two fingers into her pussy and forced another orgasm from her willing body.

“OOOOOOhhhhhhhh…Godddddddddddd…I’M GONNA CUM AGAIN………..FUCK YESSSSSSS……..” Her hair whipped around her sweat dampened face, her breasts heaving and her hands holding onto the door so hard her knuckles turned white.

Pulling his fingers from her with a suctioning sound Spike quickly rose to his knees behind her and ripped his pants open releasing his throbbing cock before slamming it in to the hilt.

“BUUUFFFFFFFFY….”
“OOOOOoooSPIKE……..”

“FUCK ME… Harder……..”

“Ooh Yeah baby, take it… take all my cock…all the way in…….GONNA fill you up………”

The hard, moist slapping sound of two bodies entwined filled the interior of the car. Pants and moans of desire reverberated against the leather cushions as Spike plunged again and again into Buffy’s slushy cunt.

“Oh Fuck…….Buffy it’s so good…you feel so fucking good….you’re pussy squeezing my cock…love the feel…of me sliding in and out of your body.”

“Ooooo spike…please baby…..please……..Ineedyou……need you…..” Buffy mewled as one of her hands came up behind her to wrap around his neck and pull it down to her hot skin.

“You taste so fucking good.” He groaned into her ear licking the sheen off of her skin slowing his thrusts and driving her crazy as she felt his balls slapping against her thighs.

“Oh baby, I love you soooo much……love fucking you…love the way you taste…the way you feel…….”His voice sending tremors throughout her body.

“Mmmmmmmmm……..yes……….yes……………..yes………..”Buffy all but swooned in his arms when he slid a hand down to her wet snatch and started a slow purposeful rubbing on her clit.

“Harder baby…harder…..oh Spike HARDER……………”
“Yea baby…tell me…tell me that you’ve never been fucked better….that a nineteen year old fucks you the best….tell me Buffy….”

“ Oh GOD …YES ….I’ve never had anyone…..ooo…as good as you….fuck…..I ….love……….yesyesyes…your teenage cock….OH …OH….Spike…..Fuck me HARDER SPIKE…………….” She screeched her nails tearing into the skin on his neck as he pounded into her from behind, forcing her up against the car door the metal biting into her through her shirt.

“Now baby, cum for me now….Wanna feel you squeezing me……making me fill you…do you want me to fill you?”

“Ohhh yeeessss…fill me……..shoot your cum deep into me baby…..let me feel you coat myinsides………..Now…now……..NOW…..NOW……..NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW...” the words were torn from her throat in the heat of their combined passion.

“OHFUCKBUFFY…” Spike howled as he felt his balls tighten against her skin and he shoved his cock as deep as it possibly could go into her, his cock swelling within her heat.

“OHMYGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD…” Guttural moans and grunts filled the night air so loud it caught the attention of some of the clubs patrons as they went into the building a knowing smile on their faces.

Buffy thrust back onto Spike thick spurting tool as hard as she could, inner muscles spasming out of control as wave after wave of hedonistic bliss washed over her. With each and every fresh onslaught of his hot juices on her trembling insides she crashed again, and again, until she collapsed on the door, her wasted body barely able to hold her up.

The sticky slapping sounds of their bodies increased as he plunged into her relentlessly his mind completely a blank save for the animalistic drive to fuck, and keep fucking as he filled her to overflowing, the cum sliding down her inner thighs.

Harsh panting now filled the car as Spike collapsed back on his haunches pulling out of her wetness with an audible noise, his eyes sweeping over her glistening skin and dripping snatch. He caught her exhausted breathless body around the waist and pulled her flush to his own as he slid down onto the seat stretching out to his full length.

“Fuck……that was……..fuck……” She barely got out her mind still awhirl at the sensations he had wrung from her body.

“You said it luv.” He said quietly pushing her sweat soaked hair from her face and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“What say we take this and go home pet?”

“Mmmmm sounds good to me, I need a shower.” She said grimacing as she became slowly aware of the stickiness between her thighs. “What was that stuff anyway?”

Grinning into the moonlight that filled the car Spike answered, “That would be a trade secret luv. You got something to trade and I’ll tell you the secret.”

“Maybe later.”

“I’ll hold you too that.”

“I bet you will.”



TBC

Chapter 30


“My families coming in next week.”

The comment hung in the warm afternoon air as they drifted lazily on a two person float on the blue waters of his pool.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmmmm?”

“Did you hear me?”

“Family…” she said sleepily half lulled by the warm sun and half by the sparkles on the water beneath her.

Spike smiled at her sweet reply trying not to sigh out loud, but in truth he was worried.

They had been together for two months and change now and the topic of his age and his parents was always carefully avoided. Now it seemed that both were going to come together with all the fanfare of a Broadway production.

Running the back of his hand down the smooth skin of her closest thigh, he couldn’t help but wonder how she was going to act around him when his family did come. Would she be proud and happy to be with him or would she deny their relationship and treat him as a child and nothing more. He could see it happening, after all she had yet to reciprocate his feelings in words, hell she didn’t even want Tara and Willow to know and they were two of her closest friends now.

He shook his head, *No, she’s not like that. I….we…mean too much to each other to let age get in the way of our relationship.* Turning his head to look at the woman in question his eyes reflected his inner turmoil. *At least I hope.*




Later that night



“Your family’s coming?” Buffy asked in a panicked voice as they lay on the couch watching a movie together.

“Next week.”

“Why? I mean, why?” Her eyes huge.

“My birthday love, you remember, gonna be twenty. Da and Anya decided they wanted to come help me celebrate it.”

“Oh.” She replied in a meek voice as she dropped her head down onto his chest, “When?”

“Friday afternoon, I think they said. Bringing along my cousin Faith, to see the gold coast and all that.”

*Dad, mom AND cousin?* Buffy’s mind went into a tailspin as the thoughts rolled through her head. *What will they say? What will they think? I’m molesting their teenaged son, an older woman taking advantage of a younger naïve man. OH MY GOD…I AM Mrs. Robinson!*

Buffy abruptly sat up, putting some space between herself and the object of her moral decay.

Spike watched her warily, noting the wide deer caught in headlights look and absolute panic that was now on her lovely face. *And so it goes.* He thought to himself feeling disappointed and hurt, now that he could see her about to run.

Standing up he raked a hand through his bleached locks in agitation, “Well, I think I’ll be going for the night luv, got work to do tomorrow in the am.”

Buffy snapped out of her semi stupor at his words, “I thought you were gonna stay?” She asked softly taking his hand in her own.

Turning his liquid blue gaze to her own confused hazel one, he relented, “If you want me too luv.”

“Make love to me?” She asked her eyes filled with insecurity and apprehension.

Reaching a work roughened palm out to caress her face, Spike smiled feeling his own doubts slip away as she leaned into the touch.

“Always.”

After all there was always a chance that things would work out for the best.


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Chapter 31 Family


“Da….I didn’t expect you three till tomorrow!” Spike called happily as he left the front porch of Buffy’s home to greet his father and stepmother.

“Yes, well, we decided to come a bit earlier, Anya was excited to see how the other three homes are progressing and…”

“Check on her investments?” Spike grinned and winked at the petite woman standing next to Rupert Giles.

Moving into a hug with her stepson Anya laughed, “You know me so well Spike.”

Buffy hung back on the porch, not sure if she should interrupt the family gathering or not. *Ok so I really don’t want them to acknowledge my presence at all. * She thought as she worried the edge of her cotton tank top with nervous fingers.

“Spike? They actually letting you get away with that Blondie?” A husky voice just dripping with sex cut through Buffys internal monologue making her head snap up and eyes narrow as she watched a sultry brunette sashay her way over to Spike.
“Faithey!!!” Spike cried swooping his cousin up and twirling her around in his arms.

Buffy scowled for a moment at the walking sex on a stick currently clinging onto her boyfriend, * all dark eyes and dark gorgeous skin, and those have to be bought! No way are they real! Grrrrr.*

“Haven’t been Faithey for awhile cuz, but since you’re family I’ll let it slide this time.” The she demon winked lasciviously at her hottie older cousin. “You look like you’ve grown all up too!” She said as her velvet eyes lingered on his pecs, abs and finally the prominent bulge in his well-worn jeans. *Mmmm all over! Can’t wait to break me off a piece of that. *

Buffy watched the younger girl eyeball her own cousin like he was the canary the cat wanted to consume and made her decision.

“Anya? Rupert?” Buffy called plastering a bright sunny smile on her face as she stepped down from the porch all California sunshine and cheerful disposition.

“Buffy. How are you?” Anya asked as she gave the other woman a warm welcome.

As she made small talk with Spikes family Buffy could feel the dark haired girl sizing her up and could practically hear her bristle when Spike slid a shy arm around her shoulders. *That’s right honey! He’s all mine! * She couldn’t help thinking as she smiled warmly into Spike’s bright blue eyes.

“Uh..Da, An, I wanted you to be the first ones to know that Buffy and I are together.” Spike said proudly as he ran his hand over her tanned skin oblivious to Faiths seething jealousy.

“Yes, we know son.” His father said surprising the blondes, “ We didn’t want to say anything till you told us, but as long as you’re happy, both of you,” Rupert nodded to Buffy as well, “Then we’re happy for you.”

Anya nodded as well a large smile on her face, “Besides William it’s financially smart of you to date an older woman. Especially Buffy. She very rich, so She won’t steal your money, and she won’t just use you for it either!” she concluded as Buffy turned bright red with embarrassment.

“Thanks, I think.” Buffy said chagrined as Rupert and Spike both chuckled used to Anya’s blatant opinions.

“So how did you find out?” Spike asked as he took Buffys hand in one hand and grabbed up his step mothers bag in the other before moving towards the house everyone so swept up in the conversation no even noticed Faith bringing up the rear slowly.

As she walked down path behind the golden duo Faith grinned to herself thinking what fun it would be to take her cousin away from the blond Barbie bitch from next door. * All I gotta do is show him how much fun he’s missing being with an old woman like that. Maybe being kicked out of boarding school and sent to stay with my uptight relatives won’t be so bad after all. * Yep in Faiths opinion things were looking up already!



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Chapter 32 Whatever floats your boat


It had been a pleasant enough evening for Buffy. She and Spike had found out that Tara and Willow had their suspicions about the two of them and that was the subsequent reason Anya was told and of course Rupert. The other couple of course was a little hesitant about the age difference but seeing how happy they were together laid all their fears to rest. They even got a blessing to enjoy lots of orgasms from Anya much to everyone’s beet red embarrassment.

Smiling to herself Buffy moved around her home extinguishing lights as she went. This was the first night in a long time she was all alone so she thought a nice long bath, some Ben and Jerry’s Fish Food ice-cream, and then maybe watch Valmont in bed. *Now if I can keep thoughts of Spike’s cousin out of my head. Grrrr…. * Buffy tried to shake herself out of her thoughts but all she could see was the brunette sluts eyes looking over Spike like she wanted to devour him. *He’s mine, she better not try anything or that little slut is gonna get a hurt put on her like she’s never had! * Buffy paused for a moment thinking over what she just said to herself, “Great now I’m talking like a wrestler!” With an amused sigh she turned off the last light in the living room and went upstairs to draw a bath for herself. She never saw the dark eyes tracking her movement from room to room through the front windows a slightly mad gleam in them.





“A picnic?” Buffy said joyfully into the phone the next day. “Of course, what should I bring?”

“Ok.”

“Uh huh.”

“That it? Cause I could bring the kitchen sink too if you want.” She giggled.

“I’m just kidding Willow. Nope. See you in a few? Bye.”

Buffy smiled as she turned off the handset and went into the kitchen to get dishes, utensils, and paper towels for the impromptu picnic. Humming happily as she went, she realized it felt almost like she belonged to a family again and it was such a welcome feeling, she was almost skipping from cupboard to cupboard. *Mary Poppins never had anything on you girl! *

Laughing out loud at the thought as the doorbell rang, she had a huge smile plastered on her face as she opened the door expecting to see Willow or Spike, and instead saw Faith.

Dressed in tiny faded jeans shorts, red checked halter top, and her dark hair in two braids, she looked like the farmers daughter. *Only the really easy version. * Buffy thought meanly the animosity flickering in her eyes before she masked it.

*Well, * thought Faith with a cat like grin on her lovely features, *guess Barbie and me are on the same page. This outta be fun! *

“They sent me over to help.” Farmers’ slut said jabbing a thumb the direction of Spikes house clearly not caring to offer her assistance. “Thought you might need it.” Putting the emphasis on you like Buffy was 100 years old and couldn’t lift a damn thing by herself.

“Thanks,” Buffy said in a sickenly sweet tone leaving absolutely no question as to how much she disliked the girl, “I’ve got it. Why don’t you just run along and play or something? Oh…I forgot…left all your toys back home didn’t you?” She asked fluttering her long lashes at the teen standing with her mouth hanging open on the porch.

*God Buffy, immature much? * The blond thought as she watched the younger woman stomp off in the direction of the other house.

What seemed like a great and sunshiny day was already turning out to be a long one.

*Weee. *


TBC

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Chapter 33 … and you thought the ants were bad!


“She’s had some troubles.” Giles was saying to Buffy after lunch as she sat on the picnic bench watching Spike play Frisbee with his sex kitten cousin Faith.

“Lying, some theft, promiscuous sex,” He continued.

*Promiscuous eh? Now that’s a surprise!* Buffy thought to herself.

“She was let go this last time because of an incident with one of her teachers.” *Translation: she was caught in bed with one of her teachers.*

“I’m afraid Martha and Stu just couldn’t help her so they sent her to us hoping that being away from the crowd she went around with would snap her out of her problems.”

“So how are things going?” Buffy asked not really caring if the younger woman stepped off of the short end of a pier or not.

“I keep telling Giles that she’s just a hormone bomb waiting to explode and that we have to keep a close eye but he’s so much more giving than I am.” Anya said.

“Yes, well…she is my niece after all and I do have a familial obligation and that includes giving her a chance until she’s proven me wrong dear.” Giles replied gently but firmly.

Giles and Anya and the others continued to talk but Buffy had relegated their chatter to background noise as she watched the strong lines of her teenaged lover. *God just looking at him makes me hot. * She thought to herself. This wasn’t the first time she had seen him in a relaxed social setting but it was the first time she had seen his body truly in motion. *Well when it’s farther away that is. * She giggled quietly to herself.

“Buffy?”

“Huh?”

“Willow and I are going for a walk down to the lake do you want to join us?” Tara asked looking to see what held the tiny blonde’s rapt attention. *Ahh…true love. * She thought smiling down at her friend.

“We’re going to feed the ducks.” Willow said holding up a bag of bread with a grin.

“Oh….sure.” Buffy said not really wanting to go anywhere that she couldn’t keep a close eye on her boyfriend and his slutty cousin, but resigned to the fact that she couldn’t always be there.

Standing up she walked along with the two women enjoying their company and just enjoying the quiet of the park.

Faith watched with an eagle’s eye as Buffy, Tara, and Willow walked out of sight. *Time for a little cousinly action. *

“Hey Will, ya wanna go over there and feed the ducks?” She asked pointing out a thicket not to far away as he jogged up to her.

“Sure.” Spike said gregariously already headed back to the picnic table for the bread his cousin’s eyes honing in on his well-formed backside. *Now there’s an ass you just want to take a bite out of. * She practically drooled.



20 Minutes later


Buffy walked back up the path towards the picnic table alone, leaving Willow and Tara to cuddle sweetly by the side of the lake. Wandering aimlessly she noticed that Spike and Faith were no longer in view. Cocking her head for a moment she thought that she heard the tinkle of Faiths laughter and went in that direction.

Rounding the corner of the path opposite Tara and Willows spot Buffy could just make out the bleached head of Spike and the darker locks of his cousin as she leaned against his shoulder his arm draped casually about her neck. Coming to a stop behind them, “Well, isn’t this cozy?” She asked innuendo dripping from her casual words.

Turning around Spike dropped his arm and reached out for his lady love only to have her pull away the confusion showing on his face. “Buffy?” He asked stepping closer and pushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she looked over his shoulder at the grinning bitch behind him.

“Stay away from him!” Buffy snarled pushing Spike out of the way and stepping towards the brunette menacingly.

Standing her own ground Faith placed her hands on her hips and tilted her head cockily, “Or you’ll do what exactly?”

Before Spike could step between the two hissing females Buffy took the final steps towards Faith and promptly belted her with her small fist, knocking the brash teenager on her ass in the murky duck pond.

“BUFFY!!!!” Spike shouted horrified and perplexed by her behaviour, “What is your problem?”

“My problem is, SPIKE, that she’s trying to weasel her way between us and I won’t let her!!!”

“How can you say that? What the bloody hell is wrong with you woman?” Spike was livid now as he stooped over to give his thoroughly soaked and stinky cousin a hand in getting up.

“She….I….”Buffy tried to find proof for her accusations but instead ended up looking like a fish that had been tossed onto the shore and was gasping for air. The truth was, she had no proof not concrete anyways.

Wrapping his now falsely shivering relative in his protective embrace Spike stopped for a moment beside Buffy, “When you want to apologize to Faith and to me for this, you know where I’ll be.”

Buffy watched helplessly as Spike turned his back on her, Faith throwing one cat that ate the canary grin back at her as her she said, “What did I do Will? I didn’t do anything to her…”

Tears ran down Buffys face as she sank to the ground and wept trying to figure out a way to make everything go back to how it was before.

TBC

Buffy sat alone in her house after fleeing the park.What once seemed warm and inviting now seemed cold and dark.
Every corner reminded her of him.The front entry to her home where she had been kissed senseless so many times by him.
The couch she sat on, when he had held her so tenderly after the horrible argument they had, even the very air she brought into her lungs seemed touched with his scent. She loved him so much her very being was breaking into bits, but without him there to piece her back together, what would become of her?

Breaking in harsh, gutteral sobs, Buffy collapsed on the couch and cried her very heart out.



Spike's Room

"WHAT THE HELL IS HER PROBLEM?" He shouted pacing like a caged lion while Faith reclined on his bed flipping idly through a magazine.

"Dunno cous." she replied knowing full well what the problem with Buffy was and thrilled that the green eyed monster had gotten the best of her. *works like a charm everytime.* She thought with a tiny twitch of her lips.

"She's never been like that, never." He continued to fume and pace his hands working in circular motions as he thought out loud. "Was she jealous? I mean for god's sake you're my cousin." At this point he stopped and turned his blue eyed gaze onto Faith.

Glancing up she thought, *showtime, caring cousin mode.* Patting the bed next to her as she slowly wound herself back into a sitting position, knowing full well what her body looked like when she did, she turned her seemingly deeply concerned brown eyed gaze on Spike.

*huh, not a glimmer* She frowned inwardly seeing that her usual ploy of seduction hadn't even caused a spark of arousal in him.

Running one hand around his shoulders and the other slipping around his muscular bicep she leaned her head onto his shoulder as she spoke. "It could be just because I'm so much younger than her and so close in age to you. I mean that's gotta mess with your head big time right?"

Not really waiting for a response she continued her slow spinning of her web, " I mean she is more than a couple of years older than you right? And has she ever told you she loves you?" She asked already having her the whole tale from Spike and knowing full well this was a highly sore
spot.

Spike seemed to sag against her as all of his anger went out of him in a rush, "No, she's never told me she loves me."

Faith grinned knowing he couldn't see her face, *time to make the cut.* "Then maybe she just saw me as poaching on her boy toy?" She was careful to keep her voice innocent and wondering while she planted the seeds of doubt. "I mean older woman, younger man....It happens Cous', I hope not for your sake but..........." Letting her voice trail off in seeming doubt Faith knew her work was done by the way her cousin
suddenly stood up all fury and barely controlled rage.

Without a glance back he grabbed his keys and his trench coat pausing at the door he turned his head slightly, "Tell da I went out and not to wait up, I'll be back later."

Not waiting for a reply he swept out of the room closing the door shut behind him.

Faith giggled quietly flopping back onto the bed. *Yep, worked like a charm, always does. Now all I gotta do is get him into bed and it's a done deal.*

2:00 AM


Spike stumbled through the door of his house trying not to wake his parents, lord knew his Da would pitch a bloody fit if he did wake him and then saw his son in his present condition. Feeling no pain had taken on a whole new meaning after the 10th shot of Black Jack. From then on it had been straight from the bottle.

"Ssshhh...hhh..hhh." He whispered to the coat rack he had run into, giggling like a school boy as he barely managed to right the rack before it toppled over. Fumbling his way along the wall he finally found the staircase and mentally counted off the steps until he reached the landing. He stood swaying for a few minutes, a silly grin plastered across his face, his hand clutching the banister, before he finally began moving towards his own room.

Not even noticing the light that spilled from underneath, he pushed the door open and staggered into his room, closing the door cautiously and then leaning against it with his eyes closed breathing a sigh of relief. *home sweet home.*

"And here I thought you'd never get back." Faiths sultry voice intoned causing Spike to pop his eyes open, the alcohol in his system making him see double for a moment.

Blinking to clear them he nearly groaned out loud when he saw her lying completely naked in his bed, the sheets placed strategically to entice. *Girl..Girl look good.* Was all he could process as he shrugged out of his duster and peeled off his skin tight t shirt revealing his cut abs and his chisled chest.

*Oh fuck yeah.* Faith thought to herself drooling internally over her cousins hot body and just knowing that a man that looked like that had to be a god in the sack."Why don't you come over here cous? I'll be real nice to you." She asked patting the bed beside her a come hither look on her pretty face.

"Think I'll do just that," he managed to get out while kicking off his boots and tugging his socks off. *Didn't even fall over,* he grinned quite proud of not making an ass out of himself as he moved towards the bed and the waiting sex kitten. *fuck buff.......fuck.......fuck.......who? wait....what was i thinkin?*

Shaking his head a bit to try and get back the thoughts, the alcohol sloshing in his head threw him for a loop, and losing his equilibrium, he toppled into the bed beside Faith.

Giggling at him, she reached out and ran a hand down the length of his gorgeous abdomine to the top of his jeans. "So cous, watcha want me to do first?" Not waiting for him to reply she tugged the top button open and then followed the path of her fingers with her tongue in wanton fashion.

"Snnnnnn........sssnnnnn...bu................uuuu...........snk...." a loud rumbling snore was all she got in answer.

Leaning up, her eyes wide with disbelief, she pushed her dark locks to one side and frowned at her now snoring cousin. "Asleep, he's goddamned asleep. I don't fucking believe this."

Rolling onto her back she huffed in frustration crossing her arms over her naked breasts her mind going a mile a minute before an idea began to form in her head. *Just because he doesn't remember anything doesn't mean we didn't do anything. At least that's what he's gonna think.* Her dark eyes lit up with an almost demonic light, *Fucking perfect, I'll get the guy, blondie will hit the road and Spike's gonna be my slave. Oh this is almost too good to be true.*

With an evil grin she lay there for several minutes plotting every detail and then going over it again. Rolling over on her side towards her completely blacked out cousin she reached for the buttons on his Levi's again and began to work her deliciously bad magic.


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12:33 pm the next day.

The phone in Spike's room rang. It's shrill noise cut through the quiet warmth of the afternoon, before it was answered sleepily.

"Yeah?"

No answer only silence.

"Who the hell is this?" Faith asked again knowing all to well that it could only be Buffy. *Too fucking perfect.*

"Faith?" Buffy asked her voice quavering, her eyes filling with tears as she realized that it was indeed Spike's cousin answering his phone in a rudely awakened fashion. *maybe he's not in the room, maybe he's letting her stay there cause something happened to hers, that's it he's downstairs on the couch.*

"You want Spike? He's a little out of it, long night ya know." Faith grinned hearing the blond choke on the other end of the line.

"Who's on the bloody phone?" Spikes voice sounding gravelly and obviously close came over the line, confirming all of Buffy's worst fears.

There was a rustling noise and the sound of Faith saying she wasn't sure who was on the other end as the phone was passed, "Ello?"

The tears spilled over as she heard his voice, the voice she loved above all else. Barely managing to whisper out anything; Buffy's heart broke into peices as she said quietly, " Goodbye William," and replaced the hand set into it's cradle.

Chapter 36


Spike looked at the phone in his hand the pain boiling up inside of him as he took in all the signs. Faith in his bed naked, his own nakedness, the sad goodbye from Buffy, the phone and the hangover from last night.

"GGGGGGGGAAAAAHHHHH........" he shouted throwing the phone and then bodily pushing Faith from the bed with a loud resounding smack of her bare skin on the hardwood floor.

"FUCKING BITCH OF A WHORE!!!!!!" He roared at the top of his lungs as he swung himself up and out of bed to tower over his cousin heedless of his nakedness and his pounding head. "I BELIEVED YOU, YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!!!"

Faith's eyes widened with real fear as she watched her previously docile cousin she had thought of as a boy, turn into a raging inferno of a dangerously played man. Scooting as quickly as she could away from him she was stopped when her back hit the closed door.

"I BELIEVED YOU, AND YOU DID THIS TO ME???!!!" Spikes eyes flashed hatred at her, the normally bright blue orbs darkening to a sickening grey with his anger. "MY HOME.... YOU CAME INTO MY HOME AND FUCKED ME.... FUCKED ME AND BUFFY."

Faith cowered against the door her arms coming up to cover her head and shoulders as she anticipated the blows that she was sure would soon come raining down, it was her small choked whimper of fear that finally cut through Spikes red haze of fury.

"Faith?" he asked confused as he looked down onto his shivering cousin.

"Don't.....please....don't da..dd..don't hurt me...I'll.....I'll be ....good....promise.....mommy won't............no...daddy.....NO.....NO...." Faiths shrieks of terror reverberated across the room slicing deep into Spike's tender heart. *Oh GOD....Oh....*

"Faith? Faithey?" he asked kneeling down next to her and trying to pry her hands from around her head.

"NO NO NO.........." She screamed and kicked out at him as he managed to pull her to him, his arms wrapping tightly around her struggling form as he yelled at the top of his lungs, "DA....DA.............COME QUICK DA.........ANYA......."

"Oh god what did they do to you Faithey? What did I do?" He moaned into her tangled hair his voice harsh with unshed tears. "I'm here Faith, I'm here...." He continued to croon to her trying to calm her, as he waited for his father and step mother to come.




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2 hrs. later



Buffy watched as the ambulance pulled away from the curb, her own green eyes tear stained and swollen. Looking to Anya and Rupert she sent a small smile their way and offered her support before turning and walking into her own home. Spike, Giles had told her was unable to leave his room. The whole incident with Faith had left him a shambles but he would certainly pass on her concern for his well being. Anya and Giles would be going to visit Faith at Bellvue mental hospital later in the day and promised to keep Buffy up to date on her progress. The Faith that they had all known was now gone, and in her place a grown woman with the emotional mentality of a 6 year old. No one knew what would happen, just that they would help her in anyway they could and that included Buffy.

As she walked through her sun filled house, Buffy could only wonder at the horrible things that Faith must have gone through in her life to have made her into the tragic young woman she had become. As she sank down onto the couch her fingers playing with the phone cord she made a decision. Taking up the phone she dialed the number she knew.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times before it was picked up.

Buffy listened to the stony silence for a heartbeat before she began to speak. "It's not your fault. Things happen for a reason."

The silence continued but Buffy took heart in the fact that he had not hung up, "Let me tell you a story about a girl named Elizabeth and her Highschool sweetheart Angel..."

The hours continued one after another as she cried with Spike over the phone line. Her own fears and pain over losing someone dear letting him know that he wasn't alone and that he wasn't to blame. As the clock ticked off the minutes and the day turned into night, the two destined hearts met once again and managed to put the past behind them once and for all.

Dedicated to : Sarah, for being simply you. It means more than you can know.




Epilogue:


The night was a typical california night, balmy with a slight breeze that carrassed the skin. The scent of night blooming jasmine hung in the air curling it's way through buffys home and mingling with the warm vanilla scented candles lit throughout the entire house. Not a single light was in use, only the flickering candles and dancing shadows lit her home tonight.

Buffy smiled softly as she put the final touches on the low table she had set up outside on the back patio. Tonight was about showing how much he meant to her.Tonight was about her love for Spike, tonight was for him and only for him.

A week had passed since Faith had been taken away, a week since that fateful day in the park, a week since she had seen him for more than an instant. Nightly phone calls drifted like leaves on still waters, soothing and lovely, into the deep hours of night. Days were taken up with family obligations, Faiths well being and finally the seeing off of Giles and Anya, the parting sweet and promises were made to keep in touch weekly.

Buffy ran her hands over her arms, the bare flesh soft to the touch, her eyes closing as she imagined his hands on hers, his touch setting her aflame like she had never thought she would be again. He was her dream lover, his age no longer important or cared about. It was his heart, and his soul that drew her. He was the reason, he was all her reasons.

"Planning on sharing luv?" That voice, like liquid heat, syrupy sweet and tantalizing like honey dripping from a spoon.

Buffy turned towards the voice of her lover, her eyes sparkling, her lips parted in a tender smile as she drank him in. Her prince, her romeo, her all.

Spike leaned against the doorway not moving simply enjoying this breathtaking creature, her hair glowing in the moonlight, her skin warmed by the light of the candles, the soft drape of her scarlet red gyspy styled dress molding to her like an embrace.

Buffy moved forward, her hand outstretched to him, her eyes capturing his, her heart laid bare to him as she stepped up close and drew his head down for a soft kiss of esquisite bliss.

"I've missed you so." She said quietly after a few moments, her eyes awash with hope as she watched him carefully.

Taking her into his arms Spike dipped his head to reclaim her lips in a kiss that was about giving her his passion and devotion and taking hers into himself as well.

Tongues tangled and soft gasps filled the air as the twosome continued unhurried in their reacquaintance of each other. Slowly and softly as if in a dream, two hearts
moved towards one another and became one once again.

Spike pressed a kiss onto her forehead whispering against her skin, "I love you Buffy, so much."

Buffy raised her hands to his chisled face and her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she answered, "As I love you William, as I always have and until now I have been to afraid to admit to it.But no longer. You are my heart, you are my moon, my nights begin with you and my days set on your smile. Let me show you how much I do love you, let me show you how much you mean to me."

Spike's eyes glittered, his jaw muscle ticking with emotion as her words washed over him and were a balm to his aching heart.

Buffy smiled gently, words no longer being needed and took his hand drawing him towards the pallet she had arranged reminiscent of the sweet night of passion they had shared together on this very deck.

Spike couldn't believe what she had done for him. It overwhelmed him as he stood back and took in the surreal fantasy she had so carefully wrought with him foremost in her mind. The tears slid silently down his cheeks at the magic that Buffy had woven, and his love for her grew even more intense.

A large sleeping mat covered in deep purple satin lay on the redwood floor, covered by pillows of all shapes and sizes all in deep jewel tones and shot through with gold thread and intricate patterns. A gazebo stood covering it also draped with long runners of satins and silks, lames and metallic colored fabrics. Each a waterfall cascading in gem like brilliance to puddle onto the ground. Candles of every size in deep reds and creams sat scattered along the pools side and an intricate rod iron chandelier filled with hundreds of the flickering lights hung suspended from the middle of the gazebo casting a warm glow onto his beautiful deity come to life.

Stepping onto the large mat she knelt, her eyes never leaving his. Reaching behind her neck to undo the simple tie that held her dress, a whisper and the material was loosened and her bare form was left open to his deep blue gaze.

Spike felt as if he were immersed in warm waters, the heat of her gaze sliding in and around him and beckoning him to her. Unable to resist his siren's call, he stripped his shirt off and slid his black jeans from his long legs, his feet bare already, kneeling with her on the pillows. They stayed that way for what seemed to be an eternity, not touching, just being, connecting on a silent level only they could feel.

Buffy placed one trembling hand onto his sculptured chest, her head tilted upwards to look at her lover, her lips beckoning him too drink deep once again.

Reaching out Spike fisted his hand into her thick golden tresses and with all of his passion took what she so freely offered.

With a soft moan Buffy wrapped herself around him, her soft breasts pressed against his hard muscles, their thighs touching, hands sliding over skin memorizing and remembering. A wave of feverish desire swept through them both as they surged towards each other, deigning to be closer.

Lying her down onto her back on the cushions Spikes eyes glittered as he looked at her flushed countenance and parted bee stung lips, "I can't wait Buffy, I have to be inside you."

Buffy smiled wrapping her arms around his strong neck, "Then don't wait my love, let us be one. Forever."

Buffy's head arched back into the soft cushions as Spike pushed his length deep into her, stretching her, reclaiming her as his own. "Oh god, Buffy." He groaned against
the heated skin of her neck. Finding her pulse skittering beneath with her passion, Spike began a slow rythym as he slid his tongue under the curve of her jaw and along her throat.

"Spike, oh...god...so long...it's been too long...." Buffy moaned lost to the sensations. Her fingers curving into the sharp blades of his back and her legs coming up to wrap around his lean waist as he thrust deeply into her willing and pliant body.

"Love..................love.....you.....so.....much...............love...you....so...much..........."Spikes words echoed in her ear as he moved his body to and fro into hers his chant mimicking his movements.

"Oh.......you're so deep in me........so good.........you feel so good.........OhOHSpike..." Buffy cried out lost to him, her heart his only, her mind, her body, her soul, all for him.

Surging against one another, all was quiet whispers of love and commitment, the slow,soft slapping of flesh on flesh, the slick sounds of pleasure, all background music to the enchanted symphony the two lovers were performing with one another.

Dipping his head into the curve of her soft neck he inhaled deeply, loving the heated scent of her skin. A sudden urge to bite down on that tender spot to mark her as his, overwhelmed him as her strong inner muscles drove him ever closer to completion.

Buffy's eyes flew open as she felt him bite down into the soft flesh, the pain that was coupled with the exsquite pleasure pushing her over the precipice shocking her with it's strength.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHGOD SPPPPIIKEEEEE..." Her inner muscles clamping down hard onto his surging cock as he stroked into her again and again each tug of her vaginal muscles around him delicious and hot.

"OH fuck Buffy.........I can't....hold.....on...." His hips pounded into her thrusting into her, pushing into her deeper and deeper...

*Then come into me my love* whispered through his mind. Somehow, someway they were connected not just in body but in heart and soul and that was all that was needed to be finally, blissfully complete.

" GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD.............." Spike howled into the night air as he released himself in a wash of colors and blinding lights. Sending his lifegiving seed deep into the hidden recesses of her still quaking body.

"OHHHHSPIKELOVEYOULOVEYOUloveyou so much.........ohgodiloveyou........" Buffy moaned and shuddered, her hands searching out and finding his somehow and tangling her fingers into his own. She arched up against him, chest to chest as she shook through multiple orgasm. Each shock of pleasure making her gasp and cry out for more until she finally collapsed underneath his own shaking and replete body.

"OhBuffy ....I love you so bloody much..." He said, taking in deep gulps of oxygen as he propped himself up on his elbows winding his fingers into her damp locks. Smiling down at her when she finally opened her eyes, the look of rapture resplendent on her face.

"Effulgent, " she whispered with a smile, as she ran one hand down his sweat slickened back and the other over his glowing face. "Beautiful."

"I love you William, you are my world."

Tears he hadn't even felt slid down his face to mingle with her own as they lay lost to the night in one anothers tender embrace.

"I have one more thing for you though, my love." She said reaching beneath a pillow to her right and extracting a simple golden band. "Wear this for me? With the promise that someday you will forever be mine?"

Spikes eyes glittered with emotion as he let her slide the band onto his left ring finger finally noticing the matching ring that was residing in it's rightful place on her hand already.

"I am yours love, as you are mine. And when the time comes I will be forever yours."

Leaning down to capture her lips with his own, Buffy wrapped herself around him as they once again, both found their reasons to be.



THE END

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