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Title: Worth A Second Go
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com


Summary: This is the way I would
end 'Harsh Light of Day'




Part Four.....




"I'm ready," Buffy said, rubbing her cheek
against his. "And I'm definitely wet enough."

"Mmm..yes you are." Spike raised himself
slightly, making a sliver of room between
their bodies. "Now...reach down and take me
in your hand...just like that...and put it where
you want it."

She wrapped her fingers around him, rubbing
the tip of his shaft against her opening. "Like
this?"

"Yes, baby," he encouraged her. "That's
perfect...spread your legs a little bit
more...ahh...fucking hell.. you weren't
kidding...you ARE tight...."

He penetrated her slowly, wanting her to
feel every inch of him as he slid into her
body. Advancing, then pulling back a
little at a time, making it easier for her.

When he was completely buried inside
her, he held himself still with a massive
effort of will. "Am I hurting you, baby?"

He really didn't WANT to hurt her. For
some reason this little slayer...whose
death he had once planned in gleeful
detail...was inspiring feelings of tender-
ness in him. The sort of tenderness that
he'd only had for one other woman.

He had always enjoyed a good, hard,
rowdy fuck as much as the next guy, but
he'd never taken pleasure from hurting a
girl in bed, and he'd never committed a
rape. Not once.

It had become a weird source of pride
for him, not having to resort to brute
force when he wanted a woman. He
found sexual pleasure to be much more
satisfying when it was mutual.

Plus, he enjoyed doing the things girls
liked. The things that aroused them in-
creased his own excitement. Eating a
girl's pussy was just as good for him as
it was for the girl he was doing it to.

But Buffy was shaking her head, no. He
wasn't hurting her.

Slowly, he began to thrust. All the way in,
he would pause a moment and press down
on her sweet spot, giving it a little friction.

Then out, almost all the way, never losing
their connection.

She was writhing beneath him, making those
sweet little sounds again, driving him mad
with lust.

"Yes, baby...that's my girl...you like that,
don't you...you want me...give it to me good,
baby...fuck me back...do it...come on..."

His words were pushing up the level of her
desire, making what he was doing feel even
better, and Buffy knew that she getting close
to what promised to be a spectacular orgasm.

"Do you like it?" he whispered in her
ear. "Do you like me fucking you?"

"Yes," she panted. "It's good...so good..."

When he felt her begin to lift her hips
to meet his downstrokes, he knew she
was ready for him to go fast and hard.

He felt her tightening around him even
more, felt the increase in her fluids,
until everything down there was hot and slick.

"Open...your...eyes," he said through
clenched teeth. When she complied,
he looked directly into her light green
gaze. "You ready to come, baby? You
want it? Want me to make you...ahh,
fuck...make you come?"

Buffy was beyond coherent speech,
and had to rely on body language sig-
nals.

Sliding her hands down his back, she
dug her nails into his ass. The sound
he made in response was what she
needed.

She came hard, and the clamping
down of her internal muscles triggered
Spike's orgasm.

Three more deep thrusts was all it took
to set him off, making them both scream
at the intensity of their mutual climax as
he gave her every drop of his ejaculate.

He collapsed on top of her, thrusting
weakly a few more times as he felt
her stroking the back of his neck, and
rubbing his shoulders.

They stayed that way for a while,
then he lifted his head to look at her,
marveling at the sight of her flushed
skin glistening with a light sheen of
perspiration.

Smoothing her mussed hair, he
dropped a light kiss on her lips. "You
all right, luv?"

"Mm-hmm...I'm way better than all
right."

"Are you now?" he grinned. "Tell me."

"No," she said. "You're conceited enough
already."

Spike chuckled. "Never mind...you
don't have to tell me, I can see for m'self."

"See what?"

"See a very satisfied little slayer, who
was just very well fu..."

Buffy clapped her hand over his mouth,
laughing when he nipped at her palm.

Not wanting to leave the delicious
warmth of her body, Spike rolled off
of her and took her with him. Nestling
her head on his chest, she almost purred
when she felt him stroking her hair.

"Spike?"

"Hmm?"

"I was wondering...um..."

"Wondering what, kitten?"

"Did I...did I do things right? Was it
good."

He had never heard her speak so hesi-
tantly. Her experience with Big-Asshole-
On-Campus had really undermined her
self esteem.

Of course, his own comments about
her not being worth a second go hadn't
helped matters, and he was sorry now
that he'd said it.

So, what could he tell her that she would
believe? That she was beautiful and
sexy? Desirable in every way? That Parker,
and Angel for THAT matter, were a couple
of brain dead fuckheads that couldn't
see something special even when she
was standing right in front of them?

Cupping her chin, he tilted her face
up and looked into lovely green eyes
that silently pleaded with him to be kind.

How could he not be?

"No. Not good," he said, shaking
his head a little. "Incredible...fucking
amazing." He gave her a cocky smile.
"Or should that be amazing fucking?"

He heard her release a long held breath,
and he almost laughed out loud at the
absurdity of this entire situation.

The slayer...the best one he'd ever
gone up against...was lying in his
arms, and despite his words, it hadn't
been just 'fucking' . It had shown many
of the signs of lovemaking.

This girl had been his most worthy
opponent, the biggest challenge he'd
ever faced. Now, in the space of one
afternoon, she'd gone from enemy to
lover.

And if he had to choose one of those things,
he knew damned well which one he was
going to pick.

He could always find someone to fight
with, but how often did a girl like this come
along?

She moved up and gave him another long
and lingering kiss that made his toes
curl, then pulled away and smiled at him.

He traced that smile with his fingertip. "I
don't know how any man could taste
you once, and not want you forever."

He watched her smile widen.

"So," she asked pertly. "D'ya think I'm
worth a second go?"

"Let me prove it to you...make love to
you again."

She appeared to think it over, then shook
her head. "No," she said firmly.

This wasn't what he'd expected to hear. Was
she actually going to tell him that this had
been a one shot deal, and that they'd now
be reverting back to their previous relation-
ship?

He opened his mouth to tell her there
was no way in hell THAT was going to happen,
but she stopped him before he could say
anything.

"This time," she said, making herself com-
fortable on top of him, "I'm gonna make love
to you."

Spike grinned at her, both delighted and
relieved by her words. "I'm all yours, luv,"
he said, surprised once again at how com-
pletely he meant those words.

They had only just begun the preliminaries
when they were startled by loud voices and
footsteps in the hallway, signaling that classes
were over for the day, and students were
returning to their rooms.

Spike pulled out of their kiss, frowning. "I
guess I should go," he said reluctantly, frus-
tration evident in his voice.

Buffy nodded, no happier about it than he was.

"Willow's last class is only a five minute
walk."

He was about to to ask her to come with
him when the phone rang and the
answering machine clicked on, inviting
the caller to leave a message.

"Hi, Buffy, it's me." Willow's voice
sounded high pitched and giggly, as
if someone was tickling her. "I just
wanted to let you know that I won't be
coming back tonight...quit that...I
can't think...."

In the background, they heard a muffled
voice say something.

"If you need me," Willow went on, "I'll be
with Oz and...I'll just go to class from here
so...see you tomorrow night. Bye."

As they listened to the message, the same
slow smile appeared on their faces.

"What luck," Buffy said.

"Yeah...remind me to send that girl some
flowers."

Their mouths came together in a kiss that was
equal parts slow tenderness and enthusiastic
lust, as their hands retraced the trails they'd
blazed over each other's bodies just moments
ago.

When he entered her, Buffy had one last hazy
thought before her mind shut down and let her
body take the wheel.

**Like siamese twins....joined at the...**

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours later....


"Buffy?"

"Hmmm?" Her voice was soft, on the verge
of sleep.

His eyes closed, Spike wrapped his arm more
tightly around her. "If I promise not to kill
him, will you let me find that stupid boy and
beat him up?"

"Well....only if you promise."

"I do, luv...I do."





The End





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