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Chapter Five

“What was that all about?” she asked as he easily caught up with her.

“’Bout what you’d expect. If I hurt you, I’m a dust cloud, blah, blah.”

Buffy moved closer to him so that their shoulders brushed as they walked along. Every touch sent a tingle through her body and she wondered if he was as affected by her nearness as she was by his.

Spike tried his best to be unmoved by her presence, but the warmth from her body was like a drug to him and he felt his cock twitch every time she touched him.

When their hands brushed together as they both leaned in at the same time, he took her hand and entwined their fingers. His thumb rubbed gently on her wrist and he could feel the blood pounding through the artery. Instead of making him hungry, it made him more aroused and he anxiously pulled her toward the cemetery.

Just as they reached the gate, they were discovered by a group of vampires led by the one that had tried to abduct Willow the night before.

“Look!” he shouted. “It’s like I told you – he’s with the Slayer.” They all turned toward the two blonds who had immediately dropped hands and gone into fighting stances.

“Get them!” he directed as he carefully put the others between himself and the Slayer. The others were all fledglings and it only took Spike and Buffy a few minutes to dust most of them. When the first vamp saw how the fight was going, he tried to run but was stopped before he got to the gate by a very angry Slayer. After knocking him into a near-by wall, she pinned him to the ground with a stake over his heart.

“Where were you trying to take Willow last night?” she demanded. “And why?” She pushed the stake into his chest hard enough to draw blood and waited for an answer.

“The, the master, Adam, wanted her,” he stammered.

“What for?”

“I don’t know. He just said to get her.”

Buffy ground her teeth in frustration and shook him as though she could get more information that way.

The vampire’s eyes were going back and forth between Spike and Buffy and he gave Spike a “we’re in this together” look and said, “Sorry I interrupted your hunt. She’s a slayer, you know. I could help you kill her…”

“I don’t need help from the likes of you,” Spike snorted in amusement.

“Well, you could help me out!” he begged. “She’s hurting me!”

“He probably doesn’t know anything, Slayer. He’s just a minion.” He said to Buffy and smiled at the relieved look on the vampire’s face. “You might as well dust him.” He shrugged and watched the relieved look change to one of terror as the captured vamp realized what he had just heard.

Buffy punched him hard enough to knock him unconscious, then stood up to ask Spike, “Couldn’t we follow him back to Adam? I could let him get away and….”

“He’s already seen me with you, love. Sorta spoils my chances of lookin’ like the Big Bad, doesn’t it?”

“Damn! I guess it does. Oh well, can’t let him go, then –“ she turned just in time to see the vamp jump up and tear off. “Hey! Come back here! I wasn’t through with you!”

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“Damn, damn, damn,” Buffy chanted as they moved through the cemetery.

“Relax, Slayer. I’ll come up with some excuse for being with you and we’ll just go on with the plan.”

“No – you can’t go in there if they know you’re helping me. It’s too dangerous.”

“Worried about me, are you, pet?” he asked softly, as he stopped and cupped her face with his hand.

She leaned into his touch for a second, then pulled away.

“We’ve got to stop touching in public. Adam will never believe you if his minions keep seeing us together.”

“I suppose you’re right, pet. Not to mention what soldier boy might think.” He growled at the thought of Riley having any claims on Buffy.

“That too,” she agreed. “If those commandos think I’m evil too….”

“What?” he sputtered. “You’re the Chosen One, The Slayer, Heaven’s warrior. Are they daft?”

“Calm down. They really don’t know or care what the Slayer is – or who chose her, for that matter. If they see me hanging out with you, they’ll think I’m one of the bad guys. Then I’ll never get a chance to find out more about them.”

“Well then, Slayer, we’ll just have to be sure they don’t see us….” he smirked as he motioned toward one of the crypts. Buffy raised her eyebrows, but followed him into the dark mausoleum. As soon as she was inside, he kicked the heavy door shut and pulled her into his arms. She tilted her head up for his kiss and felt the world vanish as his soft, cool lips touched hers with a gentleness that took her by surprise.

He ran his tongue lightly around her lips and she immediately parted them to let him in. The kiss was gentle at first. Full of tenderness that tugged at her heart. The longer it continued, the more they were lost in the feel, smell, and essence of each other. Buffy tasted cigarettes and mint and Spike. She could inhale and smell leather and tobacco and his own unique scent. He filled her senses in way no one else ever had or could.

Spike was totally lost in her. With his enhanced senses, he felt like he was drowning in her. He heard and felt the blood rushing through her body, the pounding of her heart, the smell of her arousal as the kiss continued. He was sure his heart was going to start beating any second and he would be as alive as she made him feel.

Before the kiss could turn into another hurried, bodies-against-the-wall shag, he broke it off, smiling at her whimpered complaint when he took his lips away. He dipped in for more quick kisses as he moved her into the room and gently pushed her down toward the floor. She was surprised to feel, rather than the cold concrete she was expecting, a soft cushion under her knees. Spike gave her one more quick peck, then vanished for a second. There was the snick of a lighter and suddenly the room began filling with warm light as the candles Spike was lighting suffused the dark with soft illumination.

Buffy looked around in wonder. She was sitting on a queen-size airbed, covered with soft red linens and quilts. Beside the bed was a low table with a candle, a bottle of wine, two glasses and a box of chocolates.

The candlelight softened the edges of the room making it seem cozy and warm rather than hard and cold.

“D’you like it, pet?” he asked trying not to sound anxious.

“I love it,” she breathed. “When did you….how?”

“I got the stuff last night and put it together today.” He said. “Wanted you to have something better than wet grass and brick walls this time,” he added gruffly.

With the candlelight reflecting yellow in his eyes and casting shadows that made his cheekbones stand out, he looked like a beautiful devil standing over her.

She held her hand up to him and he knelt down to face her. She ran her fingertips lightly over this face, touching his eyebrow, tracing the scar, following his cheekbones and finally touching his mouth. As her fingertips played over his soft lips, she wondered how someone with such a hard body could have such a soft, supple mouth.

He kissed her fingers, then gently pulled one of them into his mouth and began sucking on it. His eyes were dark with barely suppressed desire and with a little moan Buffy closed the distance between them and replaced the finger in his mouth with her tongue. As they sank down on the bed, she was already pulling at his shirt, ripping the buttons in her haste to remove it and get her hands on his smooth muscular chest. At the touch of her warm hands, Spike growled and surrendered to the desire flooding his body. He dropped his shirt to the floor and began removing Buffy’s clothes one piece at a time.

Every time she tried to hurry him, he shushed her with a kiss and kept his cool hands moving around her body, loosening and removing items. As soon as he exposed another section of skin, he spent time worshipping it with his mouth and tongue – sliding down her neck, across her shoulder, back across her chest to her breasts – each one of which got attention from his mouth while his hands were busy pulling off her tight pants and lacy underwear. When he had worked his way down her body to her soft curls, her breath was coming in gasps before his lips or tongue had even found the folds hiding her clit. Burying his face in her, Spike paused to inhale her scent before running his tongue up and down her slit. Holding her down with a hand on her soft-skinned stomach, he ran his tongue over and around until she was pulling on his hair and begging him to let her come. He pulled her into his mouth, biting down gently as he sucked hard on her, sending her hips off the bed and causing her to shriek his name. Her body continued to shake with tremors for minutes after. He slid back up to her head and kissed her ear whispering, “I’ve been waiting for that taste for two years”

“Too long,” Buffy mumbled into his neck. “It was too long.”

“Yeah, it was love, it truly was.” As he spoke, he was gently pushing her legs apart again and she felt him nudge gently at her entrance. Instead of pushing in, the vampire stroked up and down with the tip of his cock, causing them both of moan and shudder every time it reached the opening and then slid away again. As painful as it was for him to wait, he held off burying himself inside her warmth until she grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him to her, demanding, “Now, Spike!”

“Now what, Slayer? What do you want?”

“You. I want you. Inside me. Now.”

His moan of acquiescence as he quit fighting his own body and slid into her came at the same time as her whispered, “Please”.

As soon as he was filling her completely, they both sighed with relief and pleasure. Content for a moment to savor the feeling.

“Slayer, Buffy, around me, under me, touching me – so warm, so soft and strong, my golden girl, my Slayer,” Spike’s murmuring made a soothing backdrop for the utter contentment that suffused Buffy at the feel of his hard, smooth body on hers, the chill column of his cock cooling her burning interior. She wrapped her arms and legs around him in a grip that would have broken bones in a human man and clenched her internal muscles around him. He hissed in pain as she squeezed him and growled his pleasure at the sensation.

Buffy felt the vibrations of the growl throughout her body and moaned at the sensation.

“Liked that, did you?” he rumbled in her ear.

Buffy blushed, then admitted, “It makes me all tingly”

“If a growling vampire can make you all tingly, it’s a wonder you weren’t dead years ago.” He snarked.

“Not just any growling vamp,” she said shyly, “Only one.” Then she continued brightly, “Of course only one has ever growled at me from that particular position, so maybe…..”

“And only one bloody well will!” he growled again, sending the same incredible vibrations through her body.

“Mmmmmm” was her only response as she arched her back and pressed against him even tighter. That movement was more than Spike could take and he began rocking his hips against hers in an easy rhythm, thrusting in and out. Soon the only sounds were the Slayer’s gasps and grunts of pleasure as the vamp slammed into her over and over. As her orgasm built, she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pinning his lower body to hers. He pushed his upper body up on his hands so he could angle his hips in a way that allowed him to touch the bundle of nerves he was seeking and start her screaming his name.

He looked down on her sweaty, flushed face, thrashing back and forth in a tangle of golden hair and thought he’s never seen anything so beautiful. As her muscles spasmed one last time, her eyes flew open and met his. The raw emotion she saw there was met by the undisguised awe on her own face. For just those few seconds that it took him to find his release and collapse on to her, they looked at one another with complete honesty.

This time the vampire didn’t allow her to pull away and he remained inside her, basking in her warmth and the feel of her body under his. Eventually Buffy found she was having trouble breathing with the weight of his undead body on her and she gathered her thoroughly relaxed muscles enough to flip them over so that she was lying on top of him.

“Mmmm, much better,” she murmured. “Air is good.”

Spike shifted his weight underneath her and said, apologetically, “You should have said something, love. I would have moved off.”

She picked her head up to look at him, “Didn’t want you to not be in me. Just needed to breathe.” As she spoke, she sat up with her knees on either side of his hips. She felt him twitch back to life and smiled as he hardened and swelled to fill her again.

“Gotta love that vamp stamina,” she said as she leaned back until her hair was brushing his legs. He grabbed her hips with his lean fingers and held her in place as he began moving his hips up and down. The sight of her body leaning away from him, all sweat-sheened and golden, taut muscles and pert breasts made him groan in pleasure. The sight of her soft brown curls meeting his where their bodies joined was almost enough to make him come before they even started. He watched in wonder as she rode him to her climax, reveling in the sounds she was making and the way she gasped his name as she came. As soon as he heard his name and she clenched around him, he roared his release, pulling so hard on her hips that his fingertips left bruises.

After the necessary minutes to get her muscles to respond again, Buffy pulled herself back to a sitting position on the vampire and wriggled her hips suggestively. He laughed at her and pulled her down onto his chest.

“Not this time, love. Even vampires need some recovery time!”

“Party pooper,” she pretended to pout. “And here I thought you missed me…”

Taking her lower lip in his teeth and biting it gently, Spike said, “I did miss you, pet. You’ll never know how hard it was for me to stay away from you.” Her only reply was to snuggle into him as though she couldn’t get close enough.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence during which he stoked her hair gently, he asked carefully, “So, pet. I guess you didn’t miss me so much? What with the boy friend and all.”

“I started missing you as soon as I couldn’t see you anymore,” she whispered. “Life got very boring without you around.”

“A Slayer’s life, boring?” he raised his head and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“She shrugged and admitted, “Well, in a whole fighting-demons-every- night-stopping-the-occasional-apocalypse kind of way.”

He chuckled and said, “Not like fighting with me, huh, love?”

“No, not like fighting with you. Or – or – like not fighting with you.” She added, blushing furiously. “No body else can-“

His savage snarl and yellow eyes stopped her cold and she tensed until the yellow went back to blue and he gave her an apologetic squeeze. “I’m sorry, love. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else touching you. Not very realistic of me, I guess. You’ve got a right to enjoy your life.”

“And who taught me that I should?” she asked slyly. He sighed and chuckled. “Touché, pet.” Then she huffed, “And I suppose you’ve been living like a monk for the last two years?”

(Lie to me, Spike. Please lie to me)

He paused for a minute to think about what he needed to say, then began, “I’m a vampire, Buffy. We do what we want, when we want. Sexual fidelity isn’t a part of our lives – even when we care about each other.” He could feel her body grow rigid and she tried to move off him, but he held her tightly. “No, love, let me finish, please.”

She stopped struggling to get away, but remained stiff and unyielding in his arms. Tears prickled behind her eyes, but she held them back grimly.

“I would never knowingly do anything to hurt you. You have to believe that. (Please believe that) But, I didn’t know if I would ever see you again. Or even if you would want to see me again. So, yeah, I’ve had a few birds in the last two years. Mostly other vampires. They didn’t mean anything to me. Just a way to scratch an itch for awhile.”

“Is that what this is?” she asked in a subdued voice. “Am I an itch-scratcher?”

“No, love. You are the itch!” he said as he kissed the top of her head. “And that is most definitely not what this is to me.”

“What is it then? What is it to you?”

(Everything. It’s everything)

I don’t know that I’m clear on that, Buffy. Depends a lot on what it is to you I guess.”

“Oh,” she said meekly. “I don’t know what it is to me. (more than I want it to be!) I don’t know if it can be anything. You know, you vampire – me Slayer. Mortal enemies and all that.”

His face closed down and he said flatly, “Right, no future in it. That’s for bloody sure.” His face and voice were cold, but his arms tightened around her almost imperceptibly.

Buffy stared at his face, trying to decide if she should listen to his words or his body. When he glanced at her briefly and she saw the flash of pain in his eyes, she knew.

“I didn’t say that,” she said quietly. “It’s just very complicated. I’m the Slayer. I can’t just go around falling in...into relationships with vampires. It’s wrong. The council would-“

“Wankers” Spike muttered.

“Yeah, well, got to agree there. Whatever a wanker is.” The corner of her mouth crooked up slightly. “But they do keep an eye on what I’m doing. Even if, or especially if, I’m not doing what they want. I guess they can’t fire me, though, can they?” she added cheerfully.

“No, Pet, they wouldn’t fire you,” he said very seriously. “But that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t find a way to see that you weren’t able to keep doing whatever they didn’t like. And they definitely don’t like me!” He sighed, and eased her off to lie in the crook of his arm so that he could look at her easily.

“You’re right, love. They wouldn’t like it at all. And I’d have to be a right selfish bastard to do anything to give them cause to…..terminate your employment.”

“Ummmm” Buffy crooned as she nibbled on one of his nipples, “good thing they can’t see us in here, isn’t it?” She ran her nails down his stomach and smiled as his cock came to attention again.

“Yesss” he hissed as she continued to rake her nails over his velvety skin. “It’s a very good thing.” He turned to pull her over again, but she batted his hands away and said, “Stay”.

“What am I, a lap dog?” he grumbled, but he was smiling and he stayed still while she ran her hands and teeth around his body, scratching lightly and taking small nips of skin here and there. When she got to his throbbing cock, she bit down gently on the tip and used her teeth and tongue to pull the foreskin back. Spike’s fingers were digging into the bedding as he struggled to remain still. “Bloody hell, woman. What are you trying to do to me?” he gasped out.

“I’ve been doing research on vampires,” she said. “I want to show you I can be just as itch-scratchy as any female vampire. I know biting is a part of lov- of sex for vampires. So you just lie back there and let me show you what a Slayer can do.”

He groaned as she squeezed his balls in her warm little hand – just hard enough to hurt, but not hard enough to injure him. “Do you like that?” she purred. “I could do it harder….” A strangled “No” was all he could gasp out as once again this Slayer proved she was not like any other he had met.

She used her lips and tongue to soothe the bite marks she was leaving all over his cock so that he never knew if her mouth was going to cause pain or pleasure. She took the tip in her mouth and sucked on it as hard as she could until she pulled all the blood to the tip and then, just as he was on the edge of release, she stopped and began planting soft kisses all over it.

“You’re killin’ me here, Slayer,” he groaned.

“Ask nicely and maybe I’ll stop,” she said sweetly.

“Don’t want you to stop. Don’t ever want you to stop, “ he croaked, “just want…aaaah!….please, love, please, Buffy, please.”

Using her nails and strong little hands and her blunt little teeth, she continued what she started until he vamped out and exploded.

Very pleased with herself, Buffy curled up beside his trembling body and gently stroked his chest.

“How about that for itch-scratching?” she asked smugly. “Better than some vampire ho?”

“No comparison, love. You win, hands down,” he said when he was once again capable of speech.

He pulled her close and tugged one of the quilts over them so she wouldn’t be too cold and buried his face in her neck, enjoying the feel of her silky hair and the tang of her sweaty skin. He used his tongue like a cat to lick the drops of sweat off her face and neck, causing her to giggle when he dropped down to her collarbone.

“Tickles,” she murmured as the steady lapping lulled her to sleep. The vampire, exhausted from fighting his demon – which wanted nothing more that to sink his fangs into her neck while he came, drifted off with her. They spent the rest of the night tangled together under the quilt. Even in their sleep, their bodies responded to one another and at one point Buffy woke up with Spike inside her. His eyes were closed and he was purring while his strong arms kept her pulled tightly to his chest and his hips rocked gently against her buttocks. One hand strayed down to her clit and rubbed softly so that she responded even as she tried to drift back to sleep. When she felt him shudder and thrust into her in release, she push hard against his hand and felt him tug gently on her until she came with a whimper. She was back asleep immediately – not even sure if it was real or a dream.





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