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DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, and I most likely never will.

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After dropping Dawn off at home, Spike drove Buffy to his apartment. Willow's question at the Bronze didn't have a simple answer. Yes, there had been something between them for a few months. However, it now felt like a brand new relationship. Unlike before, it was no longer about use, pity, or secrets. This time they both knew there were feelings on both sides.

As he pulled into the parking spot outside his door, he glanced at the woman who changed his life. His column used to be the only thing he found worthwhile. He used to scoff at things that now brought joy. Helping the Scoobies win the contest had been one of his proudest moments. Bringing down the Initiative had been much more than revenge. It was for justice. And he felt a pure love for someone, when he used to only feel lust.

She had been quiet on the ride to his place. His nerves tingled, even though they were past playing games. He didn't know what the future would bring. He didn't even know if she loved him, too. What he did know was that he didn't want to lose her. Taking the keys out of the ignition, he decided to let her tell him on her own time.

Buffy held his arm, keeping him in the car. "I have to tell you something."

His stomach jumped. Her eyes refused to meet his, and a feeling of dread came over him. Was she going to tell him that this was a mistake? Was that why she hadn't said anything? He nodded for her to continue.

"I used you before, and I'm sorry." She looked at her hands on her lap. "But I want you to know that there were times when I was almost happy. I didn't feel like I was using you, then."

Spike gave a soft laugh. "I felt bad for taking advantage of you in your state."

She looked at him and shook her head. "No, I'm the one that took advantage of you. I needed to feel something, and you were there." A tear fell down her check, and she looked away. "And you loved me."

He stoked the side of her face. He wanted to tell her that he still loved her, but he was unsure on how she'd react.

"My mother was crushed when my father left. She loved him so much." She turned her green eyes to him. "I swore I wouldn't let a man do that to me, so I always kept my distance. It didn't stop me from getting hurt, though. First, Riley left, and then I hurt you."

He cupped her cheek. "Some people live in hardened shells so nothing can get to them. You're better than that. You care too much, and it's what I like about you."

Another tear fell as she looked away. "I hurt you so much. Even after I realized I.."

Spike stroked her cheek, coaxing her eyes back to his. "Realized what?" He asked softly.

"That I love you," she whispered.

His breath caught as joy sprang from the center of his heart. He couldn't help but smile. "Oh, Buffy, luv, that's..I love you, too."

Her bottom lip trembled as she smiled, then laughed. Before Spike could say another word, Buffy was in his lap kissing him. "I can't believe I almost lost you."

"I'm not going anywhere," he murmured against her mouth.

She looked up at him with a smile that left him breathless. "Can we order a pizza?"

Laughing, he chased her inside. She ran around the kitchen table, but he caught her from he other side. His laughter died as he gazed at her. Her hair fell around her face, bringing a softness that accentuated her smile. Did she know how beautiful she was? He leaned in slowly to capture her lips. A warmth trickled down his body at the feel of her careful response.

"That was.." She trailed off, staring into his eyes.

"Amazing?"

She stroked the side of his face and smiled. "Yeah."

She leaned up to kiss him again, this time a little bit more strongly, but still not with the desperation they used to share. Her hands slowly roamed his body, as if touching him for the first time. Maybe to her it was the first time she really touched him.

Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her and strode to his bedroom, pizza forgotten. She broke the kiss to look at the bed with wide eyes.

"Do you want this?" He asked carefully.

She smiled again and peppered his face with soft kisses. "Yes. I just didn't realize you carried me in here."

"Under a spell, huh?"

She stood in front of him and nodded in all seriousness. "You have me under one."

Delicate, yet strong fingers clasped his own as she led him to the bed. With a slight smile, she brought her hands up to cradle his face. The kiss that followed promised more.

His hands shook as he pulled off her shirt while she concentrated on his own. When she finished, sparkling, green eyes found his. Her love, so evident in them, brought a gasp from his lips. He lowered her on the sheets, the need to take their time no longer an importance.

He grazed his mouth over a satin covered nipple, while expert hands undid the clasp behind her. Once free, her bare breasts were his. To tease, to caress. Anything to bring the light gasp from her lips. It was music to his ears.

She immediately undid the button and zipper on his jeans. Moving to a slight sit, she shed his remaining clothes. They fell off the bed with a soft thump. His grin resurfaced as he looked at her in amusement. She arched her eyebrow in response. Knowing that she wanted more, he flipped open her own jeans and removed them in seconds.

The only thing she had on was a pair of blue, satin panties. He took a moment to gaze at her. Her flushed skin and tousled hair brought out something primal in him. He wanted her, more than just now. He wanted to see her like this for the rest of his life.

Her hands moved to her underwear, but he stopped them with his own. "No, let me."

With admirable constraint, he slowly pulled the remaining garment down her legs while kissing her senseless. She kicked them off her feet with a sound of contentment. His fingers lightly brushed their way back up her leg. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, she broke off the kiss and smiled. Her eyes met his with a look that spoke to his heart. But, it was when she reached over to encircle his hardened length, that he lost the last of his reservations.

They came together in a fiery kiss, each needing the same thing. Their hands seemed to move in time with each other. But even that was not enough. He needed to be inside of her, and the way she hooked her foot behind his hips to draw him closer told him that she needed that, too.

Shifting to the cradle of her thighs, he thrust into her. The surrounding warmth was a homecoming. He couldn't help but begin a steady pace that brought slight moans from both of them. Buffy's face tensed up with pleasure, and her breathing increased. With a strength that surprised him, she flipped them over. Now, she was in control. Her lithe body rose and fell, drawing out their enjoyment. And so began the dance. Taking and giving became the same as both their wants were fulfilled.

Afterwards, they sprawled on the bed, catching their breaths. Spike glanced at Buffy in wonder. It hadn't been like that before. All those other times they had sex, something had been missing. Something that made a tremendous difference. What had been missing was simply openness.

The second time they made love that night, they took their time. It wasn't a race or a pressing urgency that needed to be completed. For the two of them, they had all the time in the world.

As he entered her, and she wrapped her legs around him, he told himself that he would never leave her.

"Stay with me forever," he gasped.

She stared at him, speechless. In response, he determinedly moved, bringing a gasp from her.

"I.." Buffy swallowed as pleasure crossed her beautiful features. "I think I will."

Her answer brought a smile to his face. Together, they climbed towards that glorious peak. With a moan, she shook and squeezed around him, almost taking him with her. It took much effort, but he continued moving, bringing her to another climax. This time, he joined her as she screamed her release.

He rolled them to the side, wrapping his arms around her. She molded to his body perfectly. As they fell asleep he realized it was the first time she let him just hold her.

Hours later, he awoke with Buffy sprawled across his chest. Sunlight that seeped through the blinds caught golden highlights in her hair. Stroking her back, he marveled on how she came to his life.

Her eyes blinked open, and her mouth curled into a shy smile. "What are you looking at?"

He cocked his head. "You, in the sunlight. I don't think I've seen you in it before." He chuckled. "Well, not naked, anyway."

"You mean like this?" She jumped off the bed, walking around the room unashamedly. She stopped and looked back at him, giving him a full view of her firm, round bottom.

He was immediately hit with arousal. "Come back to bed," he growled.

Her face brightened as she jumped onto the bed. Rolling her over so he had the advantage of being on top, he bent down to kiss her.

The phone rang. Spike pulled back from her with a scowl.

"Go ahead and answer it." Buffy stroked his arm.

Remaining on top of her, Spike reached over to the nightstand and picked up the phone. "What?"

Clem's cheerful voice greeted him. "Hey, are you watching the news?"

"No." Spike glanced down at Buffy. "What happened?"

"Maggie Walsh was arrested for accounting fraud. Someone blew the whistle on her."

"Really?" Spike nuzzled Buffy on the cheek. She, in turn, distracted him by peppering his neck with soft kisses.

"You know, if she's out of the picture, you might get your column back."

"Hmm." He looked at Buffy's moist lips and didn't want to talk to Clem at the moment. He raised the phone to his mouth. "Tell you what. I'll watch the t.v. and get back with you later."

After hanging up, he thoroughly kissed her.

Buffy smirked. "So, she's in jail?"

"You heard that?" At Buffy's nod, he pulled her close.

She lightly touched him on the nose. "Don't you want to hear more details?"

Biting his lip, he shook his head. "I want to concentrate on something else right now."

"Me, too."

It was a long time before the television was turned on.


THE END


AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, what did you guys think? I have another spuffy story that I'll put out here. I also have a few others that are on aff.net, but since they aren't completely spuffy, they don't belong here.





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