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Bliss

Spike awoke with a start and immediately reached for Buffy. His heart thudded in his chest when he found the space next to his bed empty. ‘Not again', was the only thought running through his head as he scrambled out of bed.

"Buffy?" he called out, listening closing as she padded down the hall.

"Kitchen William!" her voice called back and Spike nearly wept with relief.
She was here. She hadn't left. Hadn't been snatched away from him again
and it had not been a dream.

His mouth curved into a smile when he found her with the fridge door
open, one leg bent slightly with her foot resting on the other and her head
cocked to the side as she contemplated the fridge. The best part was the
fact that she was wearing his t shirt. He wondered if he could convince her
to wear his t shirts all the time. Then she could give them back unwashed
and he'd be surrounded by her constantly.

Unable to resist the allure, he stalked up to her and grabbed her about
waist, hauling her against his front.

"Hungry, pet?" he growled playfully and nipped at her ear.

She shivered, "Yes," she whispered.

"Me too," he agreed and nuzzled her neck lovingly. He ground his erection
into her backside and she spun in his arms, planting a full kiss on his mouth.


"Mmmm….you taste so good Buffy," he murmured.

"William, you're naked!" she exclaimed, just realizing it now as her hands
drifted down the sides of his body.

He leered at her, "Yeah? Problem?"

"I suddenly feel overdressed," she shot back and then immediately
blushed.

He groaned at the image of her beautiful body dancing in his mind and
smothered her in a kiss. Lifting her, he hoisted her up on the counter and
wrapped her legs around his waist. He grinned as he lifted and tossed his t
shirt off her. He took in the sight of her body and felt an all over itch begin
to spread through him. So this is what it felt like to feel as if you'd go
absolutely insane if you weren't touching the one you love. He cupped her
breasts in his hands, teased them, suckled on them and watched her
expression as he did so. She watched him back hotly.

"William. . . Spike . . . " she murmured, running her fingers through his
curls. "Please come inside me now."

"Not going to come just yet pet," he teased. "Want to make it good for us."

She let out a blissful sigh and moan as his finger tested her readiness and
teased her.

"So wet for me already, kitten? Were you having naughty thoughts out
here?"

"Have naughty thoughts of you all the time," she told him and then gasped
when he flicked her clit.

"Were you thinking about this? About me taking you on the kitchen
counter?"

She smiled saucily at him. "I was thinking of the kitchen table actually.
With me, bent over as you took me from—" she never got to finish because
Spike thrust himself home, heated by her words. Buffy wrapped her arms
about his neck and ground herself against him best she could.

He started a slow, agonizing pace that had Buffy squirming for more. He
teased her, bringing her close and then stopping. She clawed and hissed at
him for more, and he was tempted to pound into her with the intensity he
felt, but he wanted her to feel as insane with want as he was.

She surprised him in the next instant, by forcefully pushing him away and
dislodging him from her.

"Pet?" he asked almost fearfully as she hopped down on wobbly legs. His
hard on was rock hard pointing straight at her, desperate to be inside her
again.

She locked her eyes on his and grasped his cock in her hand as she led him
by his cock to the table. There she hunched over it and wiggled her ass at
him. "Please?"

That was all the impetus he needed. He slammed himself inside her hard
and then paused, afraid he'd hurt her.

"Just like that William," she begged. "Please."

Grabbing her hips, he pulled almost all the way out and then slammed
back in.

"Yes!" she cried and he repeated the motion watching in fascination as her
ass rippled when he slammed back in.

The tension started to build and he felt his orgasm creeping up on him. He
leaned over her, cupping her breasts in his hands and biting down on her
neck lightly with his blunt teeth.

"Buffy," he gasped. "I love you . . . My girl right? You're my girl. Please say
you're mine."

"Yours," she panted and thrust back at him.

"Say you love me."

"I love you."

He lost it and pounded into her. "Come for me Buffy!" he demanded and
she did. All over him. She cried out his name as he pumped his seed inside
her, roaring his release. He collapsed against her, trying to catch his breath
and then, not wanting to crush her, he pulled out of her with a sense of loss,
and spun her around. His legs felt a little wobbly and he held onto her to
right himself. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close,
letting out a sigh. "I love you Spike."

"I love you too Buffy."

"Feed me now?"

He chuckled against her, "Yes, Miss Bossy. I'll feed you now."

She leaned back and beamed up at him. "You'll be well rewarded for it."

He gazed at her solemnly. "Marry me."

She froze. "What?"

"Marry me. Please."

"William, we just—"

"We didn't just. Buffy," he sighed, "Yes, we have been separated for some
time and yes, you don't remember me, but we've always been lovers Buffy.
I've felt it since the day I found you again in that little convenience store
and you let me in. Your heart and your soul remembered me. I know it. I
don't ever want to lose you again. I need you with me always. Please, say
you'll marry me and be with me forever."

Her eyes welled up in tears. "Oh William. I do love you, but. . . I'm not
ready for that yet. I just ended things—"

Spike held her tighter. "Don't say his name," he demanded tensely. Then,
he released her and walked away, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry," he began. "It's early yet, I know. Too soon. I'm pushing. It's
something I need to work on. You see I've always been the type that saw
something I wanted and went after it. You're so deep in me, I can't let you
go and I get ahead of myself and –"

She stopped him by placing a finger over his mouth. "Ssshhh. It's okay
William. I'm not saying I'll never, I'm saying it's too soon right now. I know
you're the only one I ever want William. I just want it to be us, like this, for
some time. Do you understand?"

He nodded vigorously, bringing her body back into his arms. "I do," he
breathed into her hair. "Just promise me you'll never leave me."

"Never," she promised.



"William, only you wouldn't have a phone in your room," Buffy teased as
she made her way to his study. She had to call Angel and tell him that she
wasn't going to be home that night and hoped he didn't ask too many
questions. After dinner, Spike had decided it'd be fun to have her for
dessert and it'd been some time since they'd thought about the world
outside his home. She knew Angel would worry and she'd left her phone in
the living room and the study was so much closer.

"Hurry up, kitten. I'm not done with you yet!" Spike called out to her.

She giggled and finally found the phone on top of his desk. She reached for
the handle when something caught her eye. A file with her name and
Lindsey's name on it. She grabbed it and opened it. Inside was a picture of
her and her address. Then, the business card of a P. I. A sheet of paper was
stuck to it that said "Information requested on Lindsey McDonald, October
2005". More papers revealed a copy of some transcripts and his law
degree. Nothing incriminating, but Buffy felt anger start the slow burn
inside her. Taking the file, she stomped into the bedroom, faltering when
she saw Spike sitting up grinning at her invitingly and smoking a cigarette,
the sheet around his waist.

When his eyes fell on the file in her hand, his smile dropped. "Buffy, I can
explain," he started.

"You better be able to William!"

He shot out of bed and started for her. She held up her hand, halting him.
"Don't," she ordered. "Talk. Now."





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