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Title: My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the
BtVS characters belong to
me.
Summary: Buffy is missing romance
in her life. Spike aims to fix that
problem. Who said a vampire can't
be romantic?


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Part one...

"So...what did you do last night?" Buffy placed a cup
of coffee on the table in front of Anya and took a seat
across from her. "It being Valentine's Day and all."

Anya reached for the sugar bowl and dumped three
spoonfuls into her cup. "He brought me roses and
champagne and THIS!" She lifted the gold chain from
around her neck and showed Buffy the heart shaped
pendant hanging from it.

"Pretty," Buffy dutifully admired.

"Yes," Anya agreed. "And valuable as well...the gold
standard being what it is these days. Always a good
investment."

Buffy looked at her. "Right. I suppose it is." She
hesitated a moment. "Um, Anya...I don't mean to sound
critical...but do you think you might be concentrating
too much on the value, instead of the meaning?"

Anya took a sip of her coffee, looking slightly per-
plexed.

"I'm just saying," Buffy plowed ahead, "that when you look
at it from that...perspective...it kinda takes away from the
romance."

"But there WAS romance," the other girl insisted. "Romance
and jewelry."

Buffy sighed. "Then tell me about the romance instead of
the re-sale value."

Anya frowned, thinking hard. "Oh! I know! He took me out for
dinner...and dancing, too. Better?"

The slayer smiled. "Much."

"Then we went home and had..."

"I know," Buffy said, cutting her friend off. "Very romantic
there, I'm sure," she said wistfully.

Anya continued to prattle, completely unaware that Buffy
wasn't really listening, but was searching her memory,
trying to call up the last romantic thing her man had done
for her.

"All right," Anya said briskly. "Since this is our girl-friendly
bonding ritual, you have to tell me what YOU did last night.
Then, we compare notes."

Buffy shrugged. "Nothing special."

"No roses? No champagne?"

"Nope."

"No sex?!" Anya was aghast.

"Oh, yeah," Buffy assured her. "There was sex." Her eyes
became soft and dreamy. "Incredible sex." Shaking her head
to clear it, she added, "It's just that...Spike's not big on the
romance...you know, the hearts and flowers stuff."

"Ohh...that's not good?"

"Don't get me wrong," Buffy said quickly. "He loves me...but
a hundred and some odd years of being a vamp doesn't
really make for the romance."

"But the sex was good?" Anya asked about the subject
second dearest to her heart.

"Oh, sure. Extremely good. Wild, in fact."

Anya leaned closer. "Tell."

Buffy shook her head. "I couldn't."

"But you have to," Anya insisted. "That's what girl-
friends do...share all their juicy secrets."

"Yeah?"

"I told YOU about Xander...do you want to hear more?"

"There's more?" Buffy laughed. "You've already been pretty
descriptive."

"That's what I mean. Now, it's your turn to descript."

"Describe."

"Yes. Do that."

It was a tempting idea, letting Anya know just how spectacular
her sex life was. Buffy knew that, no matter how terrific Anya
might consider Xander to be in the bedroom, Spike could outdo
him without even trying.

Just thinking about the things he was able to do to her body
made her squirm in her chair.

Sexually, Spike was a strong and demanding partner. There
was nothing tentative about him.

Impetuous and wild of heart, he thought nothing of approaching
her at any time of the day or night, slinging her over his
shoulder and carrying her off to the nearest bed.

He had unbelievable stamina, and a practically non-existent
recovery time, often ready to go again while she
was still coming down from her climax.

Spike knew what she wanted before she even knew it
herself, and he always gave it to her, making sure that her
pleasure came before his...or at the very same time.

** Lucky slayer...Very lucky slayer.**

"Well," she began, leaning over in a conspiratorial way, "he's
a demon, you know. In bed and out. Just a wild man...if you
know what I mean." She settled into her chair and smiled. "You
think you and Xander get it on in a lot of different places? You
wouldn't believe some of the places we do it."

Anya's eyes grew round with amazement, inspiring Buffy
to go on.

"In our bed." She began a list. "On the kitchen counter...in
an elevator...in the shower...the bathtub...various cemeteries...the
restroom at the Bronze...the basement of the Magic Box...the
last row in the movie theater...women's fitting room in
Macy's...the men's fitting room in Macy's...on the slide in the
playground...top row of the bleachers at the high school, DURING
a football game..."

Buffy was lying now, but she just couldn't help it. "Shall I
go on?"

"No. No," Anya frowned, jumping to her feet. "I have to go
home now."

"Oh...well, goodbye," Buffy called to Anya's back as she
ran out the back door.

**Better brace yourself, Xander. You got NO idea what's
heading your way.**

Smiling a little, Buffy collected the dishes and stacked them
in the sink.


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Spike stood in the hallway outside the kitchen, listening
to Buffy and Anya's conversation.

He hadn't planned on eavesdropping, but the slayer's
words had captured his attention and kept him from
joining them.

**No romance? Christ...I've been falling down on the job.**

He'd had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as
Buffy recited her list of their supposed trysting places,
half of which were blatant falsehoods.

**You want romance, love? I'll show you romance. I'm
gonna make sure we check off every location on that
list of yours.**

Clearing his throat to alert her to his presence, he
walked into the kitchen. Without a word, he pulled her
close, slipping one arm around her waist and tilting her
back over it, then kissing her until she was breathless.

When he finally straightened her back up, she gave
him a dazed look. "Wow," she said, her eyes a little
glassy. "That's some 'Good Morning' you've got there."

Spike shrugged. "Want to start the day off right."

Buffy twined her arms around his neck. "Who needs
vitamins when you're around?" she laughed. "Do that
again."

He obliged her, keeping the embrace gentle. Pulling
back after a placing a series of light kisses all over
her pretty face, he smiled down into a pair of green eyes
that were big with surprise.

**Romantic!** He struggled to keep a tight grip on his
rampaging sex drive. **Keep it romantic, stupid!**

"Boy, you must have had some good dream last night,"
Buffy said, sliding her arms around his waist.

"Well...yeah," he replied. "I always dream about you."

She gave him a knowing smile. "So...what were we doing
and where were we doing it?"

Spike cast around in his mind for a lie. "We were...dancing."

Buffy opened her mouth to make a suggestive comment, then
stopped when his words registered. "Dancing? Just dancing?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, leaning back against the kitchen
counter. "Just dancing. Kind of romantic, it was."

Her eyes sparkled beautifully. "Romantic? Really? Well...tell
me about it."

Oh, great. Tell her about it? There was nothing to tell.

Still...he hadn't survived for over a hundred years without
being able to think fast on his feet.

"Tell you about it? Right...uh...we were dressed real posh. You
looked sensational in a long red dress...cut kinda low in the
front."

"Yeah?" she encouraged him.

**Think...think...think...** "You had your hair all put up
with...with hair things." As he warmed to the subject, he
became more expansive. "We were in this big ballroom...the
only ones there. And, um...there was music playing...but we
were alone. I danced you out on to a terrace. The moonlight
was shining in your hair...and I kissed you...and told you how
much I love you."

Stepping back, he took both her hands in his and looked
at her seriously. "You DO know how much I love you...don't
you, baby? Even if I don't say it all the time?"

"Of course I do," she said, smiling up at him. "I love you, too."

He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. "Listen, luv...I know
I forgot about Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you to-
night. I'll take you out somewhere and romance you a little."

Buffy nodded eagerly. "Oh, I would love that."

"It's a date, then?"

"It's a date!"


TBC.....

Whatcha think? Too corny?





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