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He drifted so silently through the door, that she didn’t hear him, only her Slayer senses telling her that he was there.

Buffy rose and moved to the centre of the room. He was looking at her expressionlessly, no attitude, no snark, just looking. She had no idea what to say to him – her first instinct was to snap out something defensive. His continued silence unnerved her.

He looked at her, standing in the middle of the room as if she owned it. For once he couldn’t read her – she gave him no clues as to what she was thinking. He leaned back against the door and unconsciously mirrored her posture, wrapping his arms round his chest.

Say something, anything! Her mind was screaming at her – but she couldn’t find the words. She knew that if she didn’t do something now, he would go, and this opportunity would be wasted. So unable to think of anything else, she smiled. It was a weak, tremulous smile, but the effect on him was incredible.

Spike fought the instinct to look behind him to see who she was smiling at. It could only be him - after all he was leaning against the door. He was glad of it, because his legs seemed suddenly to have turned to jelly. Everything faded from his view; he could see only her, his glorious, golden Slayer.

Her smile deepened when she saw his expression, first incredulous then blossoming into love and adoration. His lips moved to form her name, but he made no sound. He pushed himself away from the door, and made his way uncertainly towards her.

“Buffy?” He said huskily, falling to his knees before her.

She still said nothing, but held out her arms, pulled him up and took him into a rib-crushing embrace. He covered her face and hair in kisses, whispering her name over and over.

She walked him backward towards the bed and they collapsed on it, still entwined in each other’s arms.

“Buffy, my heart, my love.” He whispered stroking her face with trembling fingers

Buffy, drowning in the intense blue of his eyes and still lost for words, pulled his head down and kissed him deeply.



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They spent a long time exploring each other, finding what gave the other pleasure. Nipping, licking, stroking and tenderly kissing. Spike was a revelation, he was tender and attentive – all he wanted to do was to please her. Buffy smiling and half crying with emotion, stretching and flexing with ecstasy, calling out his name and screaming with pleasure. She was proud that she made him give vent to a full-throated roar at the climax of their lovemaking. After, they relaxed together in a tangle of sweat slicked limbs.

Who knew that the big bad could be such a wonderful lover? Buffy thought with a self-satisfied smile, as she pulled back to look at him. He never ceased to surprise her.

He cupped her face in his hands and studied her.

“Is this real? Or am I dreaming again?”

“Again?”

“Yeah, I dreamed that I was lying in your lap, and you were looking at me with a loving expression and stroking my forehead, even though I was vamped out at the time.” He smiled at her, shaking his head.

“That wasn’t a dream.” She told him. “It was after you …..”

“After I bit you!” His face clouded and she could see that he was mortified, as his eyes were drawn to the silvery scar on her neck. She put up her hand to touch it.

“It wasn’t your fault Spike.” She whispered; as she bent down to kiss him. She had secretly wondered whether he would attempt to bite her again, whilst in the throes of lovemaking – not knowing what her reaction would be. But he hadn’t. Only nuzzling and licking her neck in his human guise.

She laid her head on his chest, sighing contentedly and then quickly sat up, wide-eyed. He was purring!

“Uh, sorry love, can’t help it. Autonomic – happens when I’m happy.”

“Don’t be sorry Spike, I love it – it’s sexy.”

He grinned at her in relief. It used to piss Dru off for some reason, she would storm off and vanish for hours, and he’d tried to suppress it ever since. He picked up Buffy’s hand and began to kiss it.

She smiled lazily and then stiffened.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m filthy!” She said, trying to withdraw her hand.

“Yeah my love, you are that.” He smirked, rolling his tongue behind his teeth.

“No, I mean I ought to take a shower and clean off the dirt.”

“I could lick it off.” He said still smirking.

“Eeew! Spike, that’s disgusting!”

“I can be as disgusting as you like pet – big bad here.” He whispered huskily.

She snorted, brought her hand up to cover her grin, then gave up and giggled. He had never looked less bad, with his hair a riot of blond curls. He drew away – she was laughing at him, he thought indignantly. Then he saw her eyes dancing with merriment, not malice, and chuckled along with her.

“I should really get cleaned up before Giles comes back.” Buffy had a sudden thought.
“Oh, I don’t know what he’s going to say. This is really going to freak him out!” She really hadn’t considered the repercussions of her actions.

“Yeah, a pissed off Watcher is the last thing we need at the moment.” Spike drawled. He saw Buffy’s forehead wrinkle in a worried frown and he heard himself say “Maybe it’d be best if we kept it to ourselves, until this mess is sorted out.” What the hell? Had the witch mojoed him – what a bloody stupid thing to say. He was about to contradict himself, when he saw her expression. She was looking at him tenderly, as she stroked his face.

“You are a really understandy man,” she said her face aglow, “Giles is wigged out, what with having to do the magic while Hilda is recovering, and being worried about me not having the vacation of a lifetime, I don’t think he could deal with any more. But I’ll tell him as soon as this is over.”

His anger evaporated. She’d called him a man, he thought delightedly, as he wrapped his arms round her again.


TBC

AN - not good at love scenes (or fight scenes for tha matter) I spent a long time writing and re-writing this - then I got to the "what the hell" stage and I've posted it. I hope it's OK.

Marianne





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