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Chapter Eighteen: Pangs

She lay on her side sleeping peacefully, when Spike quietly entered her room. He wore nothing, but a pair of blue jeans, his bare feet dragging slightly on the carpet. When he slowly lay beside her, his weight shifting the mattress roused the petite blonde. He kissed her shoulder, before she turned to look into his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” Buffy asked with a drowsy voice.

He answered her question by bringing his lips to hers, gently. Their lips united, and passion rose. He lifted the blanket away from her white boy-short and camisole clad body, parting from her to look over her curves. Sliding between her legs, she felt his large erection press against the thin cotton of her crotch.

She groaned softly, wanting nothing to separate them. She reached between them as their lips fused once more, and began unbuttoning his jeans. She slid them down slightly, noticing that he didn’t wear boxers. She grinned as his tongue eased its way into her mouth, and her feet worked on getting his jeans down.

His hands went beneath her camisole, gently massaging her breasts, as he kicked off his jeans the rest of the way. His fingers made their way down, traveling to the piece of underwear that separated them. It came down quickly, and soon his member was pressed near her core.

She pulled apart, and looked into his eyes. “I need you in me, Spike. I need you now.” She seemed to be begging, pleading for the pleasure.

Just as he positioned himself at her entrance, Buffy’s alarm sounded, and she sat up in a daze. She rubbed her eyes sleepily, as the sun shined into her window. She was the only occupant in her bed. With a groan, she stood, and prepared for school.

Two blocks away, Spike away from a similar dream. His morning shower was thereby spent under cold water, as he pumped himself awake under the spray.

*

She couldn’t help but have the dream on her mind. After her warm shower, and getting dressed, Buffy swore her body tingled everywhere his had touched. She stood at her locker searching for her Hamlet novel, when she felt someone press against her backside.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” Riley said, cheerfully.

Startled, Buffy jumped forward, hitting her head on a metal shelf in her locker. “Ouch!” She yelled.

Riley stepped back, and turned the small blonde around to examine her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Tell it to my head.” Buffy said, rubbing the top of her head, and looking up at the taller muscular man.

Spike watched from his locker, leaning against it lazily. He wanted nothing more than to punch the ponce in the face when he saw him lean into Buffy that way.

“Want me to walk you to the nurse for ice?” Riley asked.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Buffy said with a slight smile.

“I’m really sorry. I just thought it would be nice to walk you to class.” He was apologetic, his eyes big, his smile crooked.

‘Just an excuse to stick your dick up my ass.’ She couldn’t help but nod. “That’ll be nice.” She smiled.

As they began walking down the hallway, Buffy spotted Spike. A pang of guilt hit her like a ton of bricks. He watched; his eyes filled with rage. He was planning on walking with her. If only he’d made it there earlier.

She gave him an apologetic look, her eyes traveling up and down his body suggestively. His eyebrows rose with her implication, and he couldn’t help but allow his smile to sneak in.

When the bell rang, Spike sauntered behind the couple, keeping a distance, and listening to their conversation. Buffy was going to the same class as he was.

“About this weekend…do you have plans?” Riley asked.

She glanced back at the bleach blonde warily, and looked at Riley again. “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll let you know.”

“That’ll be great, because, I don’t know if I told you, but I drive…and I was hoping that we could drive one day, out in the country side, before the sun sets. It’s really beautiful. Of course, we’ll stay away from Park Lane. Do you drive?” He questioned.

“No, I don’t…Buffy and cars are unmixy things.” She said with a shake of her head.

“Scared or something?”

“Or something,” she replied. “I took the class, and passed the written test, but Mom said it would be best if I didn’t. She took me out on the road, and she almost had to be rushed to the hospital.”

“You crashed?” He asked.

“No, just almost gave her a heart attack. Music loud, swerving too fast, turning too fast, and driving too fast.”

They came to the classroom door and Spike stopped ten feet from them, busying himself with the water fountain.

“This is me.” Buffy said.

“Yeah, I better get to gym. I’m running late.” Riley leaned in for a kiss, and again, Buffy dodged it. “Are you okay?” He asked curiously.

“Um…yeah…just want to take it slow.” She replied. Riley nodded in understanding and walked away with a wave.

“He’s about as entertaining as a bloody doorknob.” Spike said.

“It’s one thing for you to follow us, but listen to our conversation…pathetic.” Buffy quipped.

“First I was going to kill him for rubbing up against your cute little bottom, then that kiss, but I figured his conversation alone must have been murder on you.” Spike said with a grin.

“You must really enjoy seeing me suffer. Do you really think I have a cute bottom?” She followed him into the classroom, and sat in her usual seat.





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