It was All Hallows Eve in Sunnydale. The Magic Box was swamped with people and Anya chose to zip around on her roller skates collecting candy and trinkets as Xander and Giles dealt with different customers.
Buffy couldn’t hide the small smirk that appeared on her face as she listened to a young boy call Xander out on his pirate skills. The boy wasn’t wrong. Poor Xander.
Dawn walked up to Anya and Buffy idly listened to their conversation as she stuffed some gift wrapping supplies into a cardboard box to be taken downstairs. Suddenly she heard the words ‘shiver me timbers,’ out of Anya’s mouth and immediately turned, ready to drag her baby sister out of that particular conversation, but Tara had thankfully intercepted her before anything got a little too risque.
Sighing and shaking her head with a slight smile she grabbed a few more things and continued her task of shoving them into her box.
“I’m just saying, you might wanna rethink the stereo-type before someone turns you into a toad,” Buffy heard Willow say. This time she couldn’t hold in the small laugh as she shook her head unbeknownst to her friend and continued on. Willow continued, “And while you’re at it why don’t you try removing the broomstick from you’re- Dawn!”
Buffy tuned out as she picked up her cardboard box full of junk and started to walk to the other side of the store when Anya stopped her.
“Buffy!” Anya skated over. “We’re running low on mandrake root. Check the basement,” she said with a smile and a small nod and skated away before Buffy could protest.
She sighed and turned around heading for the basement door, box still in her arms. “Don’t blame me if we have this conversation over, and over, and over…” she spoke idly to herself as she descended the stairs. “…and over, and over,” she said as she reached the bottom and turned around, nearly running into a particular bleached blonde vampire lurking in the basement. “Oh!” she squeaked as the vampire in question huffed in surprise.
She looked up at him incredulously. “Bell… neck… look into it,” she added with a small nod.
He quirked a brow at her, trying tremendously hard not to look too excited that he’d run into her, and smirked. “Come with a nice leather collar, does it?”
She had to hide the slight smile that was threatening to form because of his presence. “What are you doing lurking down here?”
Spike suppressed yet another smirk as he took a deep breath and held up a long strand of some straggly red material. “Came in through the tunnels, runnin’ low on berber weed,” he looked down for a moment then looked back at her. God, she’s gorgeous… “Stir it in with the blood. Makes it all hot and spicy.”
She made a face of disgust as she turned to set the box down. Truth be told, she thought it was cute how he always found things to mix with his blood, as if he hated the taste of it plain.
Spike was insulted. “What? I was gonna pay for it…”
She smirked as she put her hands on her hips and looked up at him. Mhmm… and pigs fly, Spike…
“I mean no,” he began. He couldn’t help the slight smile that began to form. “I was gonna nick it, ‘cause tha’s what I do,” he said bashfully turning his head away from her gaze.
She looked down at her feet and tried to hide her smirk. She couldn’t help it! He was just so damn… cute… when he was embarrassed. Whoa, wait… cute? Since when do I think Spike is cute?
He turned his head back to her. “I go where I please and I take what I want. What’s your excuse, anyway? I thought you had it to the brim with customer disservice…”
She bobbed her head at him. “One time deal only, to help out. And I mean strait time. No loop-da-loop, mummy hand, repeat-o-vision,” she said emphasizing her point by striking her hand through the air.
She took a deep breath and looked around the room uncomfortably, trying to ignore the way he was smiling at her with that look, then turned and looked at him with a sheepish look on her face. “Where’s the mandrake root?” she asked with a bit of an intentional pout. What?!? It was a totally innocent pout… in no way am I trying to make him look at my lips…
For a minute he was entranced. Look at that lip… Gonna get- oh… “Um, here,” he said motioning her over to the large shelving unit beside them, hoping to god she didn’t notice his staring a moment ago. He scanned across the labels for a second then pulled the jar he was looking for. “They’re three to a jar,” he said looking at her and handing her said jar. He couldn’t help but watch her cute little face as she inspected its contents. “Tend to go a bit wonky if you cram ‘em too close.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled as she lowered the jar.
Spike never took his eyes off of her. He couldn’t. “Feel like a bit of the rough and tumble?” he asked.
This caught her attention. She looked up at him as if she’d been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to… wide eyed and shocked. “What?”
“Me, you,” he quirked a brow. She just stared at him all wide eyed and blushed furiously at the thoughts flashing through her head. “Patrolling. Hello?” he said with a small laugh.
She suddenly relaxed a bit. Oh, THAT rough and tumble… “Oh, uh, I should stay,” she said with a self assuring nod. “Maybe tomorrow.”
Spike could have sworn he’d seen her blush for a moment before her usual walls came up to surround anything she might be feeling, but he decided not to call her on it. He simply shrugged as they simultaneously turned to leave the basement in their separate ways. “Hmm. It’s not like I don’t already have plans.”
Buffy turned and looked at him as he made his way closer to the sewer access door.
He shrugged. “The Great Pumpkin’s on in twenty,” he said and disappeared into the tunnels.
She shook her head and smiled a little, finding herself pleasantly surprised. Spike watches The Great Pumpkin? That’s so cu- um… Not cute. It’s definitely not cute. She frowned at herself for calling him cute again, even if it was only in her thoughts. He’s probably lying anyway…
She cleared her throat, ridding her own mind of any inappropriate thoughts containing the bleached vamp and reluctantly made her way back up the stairs into the crazed Magic Box.
I haven’t seen The Great Pumpkin in years, she thought as she sighed heavily, closing the basement door behind her.
Suddenly Anya appeared in front of her. “Oh!” she gasped as she took the jar out of Buffy’s hands. “Go help Giles!” the perky blonde demanded as she skated off to re-stock the mandrake roots.
Buffy glanced over at Giles who was swamped with people waiting to have their items bagged and wrapped. She thought about going over there and helping, but she wasn’t feeling quite that charitable tonight. She knew in her head that the right thing to do would be to help Giles, after all she had agreed to help out for the night. Her heart, however, wasn't into it. She wanted nothing more than to get out of here and find something actually interesting to do. She thought hard for a second about what she should do but her mind wouldn’t stop wandering back to the same place.
In a quick decision she made her way over to the front door of the magic box, and with one quick glance behind her to make sure no one was watching, she slipped out.
The sun was just starting to go down as Buffy watched kids run by giggling in their costumes, bouncing their sacks of candy. She found herself remembering that first Halloween Spike was in town, when she was taking little kids around trick or treating. He was so hell-bent on killing her that night. And she thought of him now, and a small smile crept to her face at the thought of him, once again, sitting in his crypt. Probably waiting for some big nasty to swing by to he could kill it.
For her.
There was so much that had happened between them in the last four years since that night. They had truely gone from mortal enemies to... friends throughout those years, albeit with a few awkward bumps in the road. Still, she had come to enjoy his presence, and she wasn't sure what she would do if he ever decided to leave.
Buffy rubbed her bare arms as she approached the Bronze which was the last building on the block before the cemetery. There were a few couples standing outside the small club hugging, holding hands. Kissing…
Buffy suddenly felt so very alone and she rubbed her arms again, looking away in hopes of making the pinpricks of loneliness go away.
It didn’t work.
Spike came up through the trap door of his crypt and shrugged his duster off. He couldn’t help but pout at his disappointment that Buffy turned down his offer to patrol.
Having Buffy back… a part of him still couldn’t believe it. It was surreal to have her around again after… after what had happened. And for her to come to him willingly now, and civilly and treat him not as one of the Scoobies, but as the one she could turn to when the Scoobies were too much for her… he felt honored. And in his favor, that happened a lot lately.
With a sigh he clicked on his dusty TV and walked over to set his berber weed on top of his mini-fridge. Just then he caught a whiff of something in the air and turned his head toward the door.
The handle jiggled for a moment then turned and the door made a slight creak as it opened slightly.
“Spike?” the meek little voice came as she peeked her head in. “Are you here?”
He relaxed and grew excited at the same time. “Yeah, pet. ‘M here,” he said turning to face her fully. She opened the door the rest of the way and slowly walked in. “You change your mind?” Spike asked. “Wanna go hunt some big nasties after all?”
She shook her head. “No,” she said looking slightly embarrassed. “Actually, I um,” she looked around the crypt, noticing on the television that the movie was just starting. Finally she locked gazes with him. “I was just wondering if um, I could watch it with you…” she said gesturing to the movie.
He was a bit taken back. That wasn’t what he had expected to hear from her. It was then that he realized how she didn’t come bursting in like usual. She had simply peeked her head in and called for him. Was she… nervous? “Whatever you want to do, pet. Although I haven’t got anything to eat or drink so-“
“Actually I, um… I stopped at the Bronze and grabbed a few things to munch on. I didn’t want to intrude with nothing to offer so…”
Spike chuckled as he walked over to her and saw what she was holding. A six pack of cherry soda’s and a brown paper bag. “What’s that, then?”
“I remembered you said you liked them,” she said opening the bag and holding it under his nose. Cute nose, she thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip and looked up through her eyelashes at him.
He sniffed and smiled. “The flowering onion. You remembered that? I’vent had one in almost a year… thought they’d stopped making ‘em…”
She shrugged and gave him her signature half smile. She knew what it did to him. “So what do you say? Movie night? You and me?”
Spike looked her up and down, waiting for her to burst out laughing and tell him the joke’s on him, but it never came. A smile made its way to his face once again and he closed the crypt door behind her. “Get comfy, Slayer. Tonight it’s just you, me, and Snoopy.”
Buffy giggled and bit her bottom lip as he took the snacks out of her hands, motioning for her to go sit in the big green recliner. “The last time I watched this was three Halloween’s ago… with my mom.”
“Yeah?” he said as he pulled the food out of the paper bag. “Your mum liked the classics. Smart lady,” he said as he cracked a can of soda for her and put the rest in the fridge, and brought the food over. He sat down on the floor and leaned back against the chair. Buffy folded her legs underneath herself and stole a piece of the flowering onion, smiling at him when he sent her a mock warning glare.
Well, well, Slayer’s in a good mood tonight. Who would have thought…
“You have a microwave, right?” she asked suddenly.
Spike quirked a brow and looked over his shoulder at her. “Yeah… why’s that, luv?”
She shrugged and looked around. “Just wondering.”
Spike chuckled at her randomness and turned back to face the TV. “Alright.”
Together, for close to a half hour they sat in near-silence, just listening to one another breathe and munch and the sounds of the Peanuts Gang on TV. It was a comfortable silence, merely enjoying the others company. It was definitely better than sitting around at home alone, Buffy thought. Pfft. You would have ended up here anyway, you always do these days.
Being around Spike, these days, it was like they had a connection. There was something there between them that hadn’t been there before she died, or maybe it was there and she had just refused to see it.
Suddenly Buffy caught a chill and couldn’t help the goose bumps that formed on her arms and she tried to rub them away. It didn’t work so well.
Spike sensed her shiver the moment it happened and turned around to look at her. “Cold, pet?” he asked. Of course she’s cold, you git, look at ‘er. She’s wearing nothing but a scrap for a shirt and her long hair’s up, leaving her arms, shoulders, and back bare to the cool night air…
“A little,” she said meekly. “It’ll fade in a second. I’m used to it.”
Spike shook his head and stood, then quickly dropped down into the lower level of his crypt, leaving Buffy to sit there and stare after him. She was pleasantly surprised when he came back up with a comforter, probably from his bed and a small pillow.
Buffy sat up and leaned forward as she watched him wrap the blanket around her, another smile making its way to her face as she inhaled and smelled that masculine smell that was purely Spike.
“Better, then?” he asked as he made his way back over to the front of the recliner to sit on the floor again.
“Muchly. Thank you, Spike.”
He nodded curtly in response and tried to hide the mental happy dance he was doing because now when she left tonight his blanket would be covered with her scent.
As he sat back down and shimmied himself back up against the chair he propped the small pillow up behind his neck.
Buffy frowned. “Are you uncomfortable? Do you want your chair back?”
“Nah, pet. You stay. Jus’ got a bit of a headache is all.”
She tilted her head and looked at his platinum blonde locks, suddenly feeling the urge to touch them. “Is it because of your chip?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know, luv. Just got a dull throbbing, like a hangover, ‘cept I haven’t been drinking.”
Buffy stifled a snort, remembering their alcohol fest last week. “You sure about that one?”
Spike turned at looked at her, slightly surprised by the warm smile on her face.
“Luv, if I do remember correctly, you were the one chuggin’ the bottle last we met…”
Her mouth dropped open then closed quickly. “Hey!” she smacked him lightly on the side of the head.
“Oi! I just told you I have a bloody headache, woman!”
Buffy giggled. “Oh! Sorry! I forgot already.”
He turned and faced the TV again, muttering something under his breath that Buffy couldn’t quite make out. “What was that?” she asked.
“Nothing, luv. Was just sayin’… you look good today…” he lied.
Buffy smirked and shimmied herself forward a little, adjusting his little pillow a bit so she could see his temples. “Lean back toward me a little,” she said quietly and seriously.
Spike looked a little confused but by the tone of her voice he didn’t think it was going to lead to anything bad. He did as she asked.
She peeked both of her hands out from under the blanket he had given her and touched her fingertips to his temples, rubbing in small slow circles.
Spike was so pleased with the sensation of having her hands on him that his head lolled back in pleasure for a moment before he straightened his neck again.
Buffy giggled, something she found herself doing a lot around him. “Feel good?”
“Mmm,” he practically purred as he leaned into her touch.
She could tell from the weight of his head that he wanted to lay his head back, which he couldn’t do now because of the way she had shifted his pillow so she could get her hands to him.
Spike practically whimpered when she took her hands away and stopped rubbing him. He wanted the contact. Then he noticed she was moving. She was getting up off the chair and his eyes followed sadly as she moved in front of him.
“Sit in the chair,” she said quietly, an unreadable expression on her face. Spike was confused, and didn’t move at first. “Spike, sit in the chair, please?”
Spike took a deep breath and stood, turning he picked up the blanket she had left behind and sat.
Buffy blinked a few times as she stepped closer to him. Confusion was clearly written all over his face, he didn’t know what to do. The room was quiet, nothing but the low murmur and light flickering from the television.
Carefully Buffy stepped up to him, looking into his eyes to make sure he was okay with her close proximity. She put her small hand out and grabbed hold of his shoulder as she carefully began to crawl into his lap.
He looked at her in astonishment. He was dreaming, had to be…
Except he wasn’t.
Her eyes were wide as she came to rest comfortably in his lap, curled up in his comforter. She blinked a few times as she seemed to register what she just did. She looked around the crypt then back to him. “I-Is this okay?” she asked in nothing more than a whisper.
Spike swallowed hard and Buffy watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down, the way it always did, especially when his deep sensuous voice rumbled…
“Yeh,” he said and when he spoke Buffy could feel the vibrations go through her.
In an attempt to lighten the mood Buffy gave him a weak smile. “Just tell me if I start to squish you.”
Spike gave her a softer version of his trademark smirk but that look of amazement never left his face. Buffy’s heart sank at the thought of how many times he’d told her he loved her and she spat it back at him, telling him he didn’t, that it was all in his head. How many times she’d beaten him after that confession…
Looking in his eyes right now there was no denying it. She could see it there. She felt safe. “Spike, I-“ she began but stopped when she saw worry begin to form on his face. “Will you hold me?”
He didn’t need to respond, he just shifted slightly and let Buffy, the girl of his dreams, nuzzle his shoulder as she turned and started to watch the movie that had started up again. Spike wrapped his arms around her, tucked the blanket all around her so she wouldn’t be cold, and held her.
It wasn’t long before Spike found he had a sleeping slayer in his arms. He had been so overjoyed when she’d crawled into his lap earlier that night, he could barely respond. Instead he just opened his arms and hoped that was enough to convey his message.
She hadn’t been back very long, but Spike did notice something. She hadn’t hit him, insulted him, or made any snide remarks toward him since she’d been back. He knew not to get his hopes up, she probably just didn’t have that fire in her anymore.
He almost wished she would still be hitting him and insulting him, just so he could see that fire again. She wouldn’t survive without it. However, as he looked down onto the sleeping girl in his arms, he decided this was the happiest moment of his life and un-life combined.
Just as he finished that thought, Buffy began to stir. Spike sat very still, afraid to startle her, but as soon as he felt her snuggle even more into his embrace he relaxed.
“How long have I been out?” she asked with a yawn.
“Um, a few hours or so. Didn’t want to wake you.”
Suddenly her eyes opened up. “A few hours? Really?”
“Yeh, why? Somethin’ wrong? Do you need to get home to Dawn?”
“No, no. Dawn’s staying at a friends tonight. I just… I haven’t slept for more than a half hour at a time since… well since I’ve been back.”
Spike looked at her and tilted his head, sadness and understanding written clear across his face. “The dreams…”
She nodded. “Yeah,” she said ducking her head a little, then she looked up at him thoughtfully. “I didn’t have them this time, though…”
He didn’t know what to say, he chose instead to push a stray strand of hair out of her eyes and behind her ear. She shifted so she was sitting up more in his lap.
“Dawn told me, you know.”
“What’s that, luv?”
“How you watched over her, took care of her everyday while I was gone.”
He looked away from her, slightly embarrassed. “I promised you I would.”
“I know,” she said, suddenly putting a hand on his cheek, enjoying the way he leaned into it longingly. “But you would have done it just the same even if you hadn’t promised me. It means a lot to me, knowing you were there. You didn’t just up and leave when…” she ducked her head again.
Spike managed a small smile but all he could really concentrate on was her hand on him. “It’s you bloody Summers women,” he chuckled sadly, finally looking into her eyes. “Never could stay away, no matter how much you tried to make me.”
Buffy smiled one of her first real smiles since being back. That was another thing; she only seemed to really smile when he was around. “Well,” she began. “I’m really glad I couldn’t get you to stay away.”
Spikes un-beating heart was practically bursting at everything she was saying to him now. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d hear her say such heartfelt and nice things to him. If she were to whip out a stake and dust him right now there was no doubt in his mind he would die happy.
He still loved her, she could see it in his eyes. And now, after all this time of telling him she didn’t want to hear it from him, she really wanted to hear it again. From him.
“Spike…”
“Yeh, luv?” he practically squeaked out.
“Will you tell me?” she paused for a moment looking into his eyes, even in the darkness. “Will you say it to me again, please?”
He didn’t need to ask what she was talking about, and he could tell by the desperation in her voice that he didn’t have to worry about being yelled at or hit this time. “I love you, Buffy. I always will.”
Buffy’s eyes welled up at the sincerity he showed when he said it. It felt so good to know that someone out there still loved her like that. More-so now that she was back she wished she had someone to snuggle up to at night, someone to dream about to take her mind off of things that were now too painful to remember.
She just wanted someone.
Buffy looked up into cerulean blue eyes that belonged to her former enemy, and current friend. Breathtaking eyes, she thought as she snuggled closer to him.
He licked his lips and suddenly Buffy found herself staring at them. They looked so full and so soft. Her mind wandered back to a week ago when they sat here in his crypt, taking shots of whiskey and he had smiled at her, head tilted to the side. He looked so innocent.
Buffy felt her face flush and she could tell she was blushing all over at the feelings that coursed through her just then. In that moment she made a decision. She carefully leaned forward, never taking her eyes off his as her mouth got increasingly closer to his.
Spike began to tingle all over as she moved closer to him. The way her eyes had darted from his mouth to his eyes in an instant gave away what he hoped she was doing. As her lips pressed into his he felt like his whole world was going to explode just then. He could practically feel the dust particles breaking apart now…
His lips were even softer than Buffy thought they would be, but what really amazed her was the spark of something besides sorrow and remorse she felt when his lips touched hers.
To Spike, it felt a lot like the kiss she’d given him last year after he refused to tell Glory who the key was, and he figured it would be just that - a chaste thank you of sorts. That, however quickly changed when he felt her lips part slightly and the tip of her moist little pink tongue run across his bottom lip. It took all of his willpower not to press himself hard against her and deepen the kiss, but the thought of scaring her off was enough to keep him still. The only thing he did was give her a little squeeze to make sure she was really there.
And she was.
Buffy knew what he was doing, and thought it was so adorable. She could tell by his rigidness that he was afraid to do something she wouldn’t approve of. It was sweet, but she was starting to feel like a CPR instructor working on a dummy. She pulled back, and looked at him with a pout. “Spike…”
He swallowed hard as he looked up at her. “Hmm?” was all he could manage and it came out more like a whimper. Stupid git…
Buffy looked up and down his face. “Don’t you want to kiss me?” she said then suddenly feeling a little too forward. “Do you want me to stop?”
Spikes eyes went wide as he swore he could feel his heart beat for a moment. She wanted him to kiss her. Was this some kind of cruel joke? God, I hope not…
He moved forward and captured her lips with his, startling her a little. This time she already had her mouth parted slightly, and Spike began a series of soft open mouthed kisses, but neither one of them had yet to work up enough courage to slip a little tongue in there.
Buffy felt like a schoolgirl again, as if she was kissing a boy for the first time ever. She had butterflies in her stomach and a sense of giddiness that she hadn’t felt for a really, really long time.
Spikes heart was bursting. He couldn’t believe what she was giving him. It overwhelmed him to think he must have finally done something right by her, to even be allowed to hold her let alone kiss her. Just when she thought his heart would explode he felt her snake an arm around the back of his neck, pulling herself flush against him in a straddling position, and deepening the kiss.
This woman was perfection in Spikes eyes. He loved her, everyone knew it, but he doubted anyone would ever really know just how much he loved her.
Spike let his hands roam to her waist and slid his fingers ever so slightly under the hem of her shirt. She shivered slightly at the cold sensation of his fingers against her hot skin, but smiled into the kiss. In fact, she tried urging him further.
He was afraid, though; afraid he’d go too far and make her angry… Make her go away.
She pulled away from him and gasped for much needed air, but rested her forehead against his. “Spike,” she breathed as he held her even tighter, afraid this was it. Afraid she’d get up, punch him in the nose, and run out. Only she didn’t… “Spike, please…” she begged, opening her eyes to look at him. “Will you touch me?”
Spike swallowed hard and had an almost pained look on his face as he tried to figure out exactly what he should do. The moment he opened his eyes and looked at her, though, he knew. His mouth connected with hers again as his hands went up her shirt, caressing her skin the entire way up.
She moaned into his mouth, loving the way his cool, strong hands felt against her now burning flesh. His fingers brushed the undersides of her breasts and he could feel himself starting to harden.
A surge of womanly pride coursed trough Buffy. She could feel his erection beneath her, making her wet and excited. And that was when it finally dawned on her… Spike could make her feel. He was the only one who could make her feel. Not even Angel, whom she’d just seen a week prior, could make her feel the way Spike was making her feel now.
Buffy tilted her head and deepened the kiss as she let her hands roam down his impressively taught abdomen. She had felt his body against hers before, during a spell, and though she’d never admitted it before, she had loved that feeling of his body against hers.
“Spike,” she gasped as his mouth moved to place kisses from her mouth to her jaw line to her neck. “Do you remember that spell? The one, ah! Willow messed up a few years ago that had us engaged?” She swallowed hard, the feeling of him on her neck like that getting her much more aroused than nervous.
Spike growled in response, remembering every detail, including having her wriggling in his lap, much like now. “What about it?” he asked breathlessly.
“I never, mmm, told you, but, oh! You had me so turned on, and I never forgot it. I only wanted you to think I did…”
With one hand completely encircling one of her breasts he paused and looked up at her, breathing heavily and unnecessarily. “Why are you telling me this?” he asked.
She swallowed hard and looked down at him. “Because you deserve to know you were right. All those insinuations you made, about me wanting you… you were right.”
Spike squeezed her breast in his hand, eliciting a small gasp from her. “Where is this going, Buffy? You and me, right now. What are we doin’ ‘ere?”
Her eyes drifted shut at the sensations he was causing her. “Huh?”
“When you leave here, are you gonna deny everything tha’s happening? Treat me like dirt like you used to? Because if you are… then just stake me before you go.”
She opened her eyes and looked into his, realizing then that they were rocking together, grinding their pelvis’ together suggestively and Buffy almost couldn’t take it. She needed him very obviously in more ways than one. Knowing that… and the look on his face, it made her hurt again. “I’m not gonna shut you out, and I am NOT going to stake you. You’ve been the only one to keep your promises, and your distance when I needed you to. But now I need you here, with me… in me,” she said looking into him.
His eyes flashed amber and he ground himself against her as he pulled her shirt up over her head. Immediately he latched onto a nipple and Buffy’s head was spinning. After so much time of not really feeling anything, this was sensory overload… and she was loving every second of it.
She placed a hand on the back of his head and arched into him as he sucked and flicked her nipple with his insanely talented tongue. The noises that were coming from her surprised her. She felt like she was starring in a really hot porno flick, and lucky for her Spike was her co-star.
It was then that she realized she was the one getting all the pleasure. This was not going to be a one-sided deal, so in between gasps she made sure to show him she wanted him… all of him.
In a flash she grabbed his shirt and ripped it down the middle, eliciting a pleased growl from Spike. And although she had full intentions to keep going, she had to take a moment to stop and look at him.
Sitting back in his chair, wearing nothing but his jeans was more of a turn on than Buffy ever thought possible.
“What is it, luv?” he asked her as he looked up at her, slowly unbuttoning her jeans for her as he did so.
Buffy smirked. “When I get you home I’m taking pictures of you… just like this.”
The thought of this turned him on even more as he began to tug on Buffy’s jeans. She began to make quick work of his as well.
“You sure about this, luv? Last chance to back out,” he said as his manhood bobbed out of the opening in his jeans.
Buffy licked her lips and straddled him again, lining him up at her entrance. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t…” she whispered as she began to lower herself on him, pausing every now and then to adjust to his size.
“God, Buffy…” he gasped once he was completely sheathed in her hot flesh. “So perfect…”
She swallowed hard and placed a hand on each of his shoulders to steady herself. She felt like a virgin all over again with the way she couldn’t stop trembling. “Guh… Spike…” She began to move on top of him, making sure to keep looking at him. She didn’t want him to think this was going to be a one time thing.
Spike looked up into Buffy’s eyes in awe. What had he done to deserve this gift? What she was giving him… he had dreamt of it a thousand times but never once did he think he could really have it… have her. He swallowed hard and looked her in the eye. Bloody beautiful.
“Buffy,” he sighed. “I love you, love you so bloody much…”
Buffy squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard at the sensations those words caused. She couldn’t say it back. As much as she would have liked to, as much as she knew he wanted to hear it, she wasn’t ready to say it… yet.
He expected her not to say it back. It didn’t bother him, though; he knew it would be asking a lot of her at this point. However, he could hope.
Buffy opened her eyes and looked Spike straight in his. What she saw in them made her heart clench and her stomach do flip-flops. She knew this was going to be the beginning of something good, because when she was with him, when he was touching her and looking at her like that, she felt something other than dead.
“Buffy?” Spike whispered. Even with his whispered voice he still sounded gruff. Buffy liked it.
“Hm?” she responded as she stilled a little.
“Do you trust me?”
His hands were on her hips and hers on his shoulders. He was buried to the hilt inside her scorching core, and he was pleading with his eyes for her to say yes. She couldn’t think of any reason not to. With a small smile and a warm, excited look, she nodded.
Spike smiled and licked his lips as he grabbed the back of her neck and gently pulled her down for a kiss, teasing her with his tongue as he did so. Carefully he reached around her and began to lift her. He felt her smile into the kiss as she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Feeling her smile made him smile, and he easily stood, lifting her with him, never separating their bodies.
Moving so swiftly you’d think he had done it a thousand times before, he maneuvered their way down to the lower level of his crypt, not once losing balance or bumping into anything.
Buffy giggled. A sound that made Spike feel warm inside. It had been a very, very long time since he’d heard that giggle. “Planning on having your way with me, William?” she said, nipping at his neck. She knew it would be a sensitive spot and was confirmed when she felt his cock twitch inside of her.
Spike chuckled as he lowered her down on the soft bed. “Someone’s feeling playful tonight, eh kitten?”
Buffy stared up at him and became serious all of a sudden. “Yeah. It’s been a while. You know what I mean?”
Spike stared at her for a moment or two, understanding the meaning behind what she’d said. He smiled down at her. “Well I guess we should start making up for time lost…”
Buffy giggled again and started kicking his jeans the rest of the way off his legs, not once letting him slip from her warmth as he pumped into her.
Spike moaned. “God, you feel so amazing, luv.”
“Guh… you’re, ungh, getting the job done, yourself…”
Spike angled his hips as he thrust harder into her. Buffy wasted no time in raising her hips to meet his thrusts. Shocking waves of pleasure rolled up through her each time he touched something deep within her that she hadn’t even known existed.
She grunted and mewled as he began thrusting harder and harder. She felt her nails beginning to dig into the flesh in his back, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. “Ungh, yeah… Buffy…”
Buffy smiled up at Spike and he lowered his head into the crook of her neck, allowing her to nip and suck on his. The feeling that coursed through Spike when she did that made his eyes roll back and his thrusts more demanding.
Suddenly, with no warning at all, Buffy flipped them over in a swift fluid movement and immediately began to move on top of him. The new position allowed Spike to go even deeper and Buffy suddenly couldn’t help the erotic noises that came from her.
Spikes eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as Buffy pulled his hands up to squeeze and pinch her breasts as she moved back and forth. When Spike let out a growl and pinched her nipples hard he could feel her inner walls begin to flutter. Feeling that she was close, Spike angled his hips and began to thrust upward as she came down on him.
Buffy’s eyes flew open as she fell forward to grasp Spike’s chest for balance.
“I love you, Buffy,” Spike whispered when she looked down into his eyes.
As she listened to him say the words it was as if a galaxy of stars exploded in front of her eyes, and the sensation that rolled through her body was euphoric.
The muscles in Buffy that surrounded Spike began to squeeze him and milk him for all he was worth. As much as he wanted to hold on, he simply couldn’t and within seconds of Buffy’s climax Spike spilled his own into her.
Their mouths found each others as they both rode out the magnificent waves of pleasure they’d finally been able to give each other.
“Mmmm,” Buffy moaned as she lay curled at Spikes side. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed in my entire life.”
Spike chuckled, a sound Buffy was sure she’d never be able to live without ever again. “Happy to assist you, luv.”
“I wish I could just stay here with you forever. No world. No reality,” she said, lifting her head to look at him. “Just you and me and the bed.”
Spike felt the worry rise up in him. “Then don’t go. Stay here with me.”
His eyes were pleading with her but she knew what she had to do, and she had to get back home to Dawn and her friends. “I can’t,” she said in nothing more than a whisper. “The sun will be up soon and I’ve gotta get home before Dawn does or she’ll worry.”
Spike stayed quiet as Buffy slipped out of bed and quickly began gathering her clothes together. He was disappointed, to say the least. He’d hoped she would at least stay a while, but here she was already running off.
Spikes thoughts were cut short when his jeans landed on his face. When he moved them out of the way and looked at Buffy quizzically she was smirking at him. “You better hurry up and get dressed if we’re gonna make it back to my house before daylight,” Buffy smiled as she made her way back up to the upper level of the crypt, smiling at him over her shoulder.
A smile slowly made it’s way to Spikes face as he registered what was happening. In a flash he was pulling his pants up and flying up to meet Buffy where she was waiting by the door.
When Buffy and Spike made their way into the darkened house on Revello Drive, they could hear loud moans and gasps coming from upstairs. It wasn't something Buffy usually heard when she came home at night. They looked at each other for a brief moment with quirked brows before slowly making their way upstairs.
Buffy slowly approached the door to Willow and Tara’s room and put her ear to the door. A loud moan and giggle from Tara startled Buffy away from the door and she quickly covered her mouth to suppress a giggle.
Spike quirked a brow and curled his tongue behind his teeth as Buffy sidled up next to him and wrapped her arm around his. “What do you say, pet? You wanna see if we can be louder?”
Buffy’s smile grew devious as she bit her lip and pushed his duster off his shoulders and onto the hallway floor. Suddenly she grabbed his shirt and tossed him into her room and onto her bed, closing the door behind her.
“You’re on.”
The End
Happy Halloween, everyone!