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Title: No Turning Back
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine
Feedback: Yes, please.
Rating: NC-17

Summary: This is another fic I did to
rewrite the end of Harsh Light of Day. I
actually did this one first, before Worth A
Second Go. I'm not sure why I posted
the other one first.
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Part One....


Buffy still didn't know what the hell had hap-
pened.

One minute, she was fighting with Spike, trying
her best to finish him off once and for all..the
next minute she found herself lying beneath him
on the grass, moaning as he ravaged her mouth
with his tongue.

**Oh, god, oh, god...what is going on? How can
I be doing this...because it feels good...it feels
so good**

Her thoughts were like shreds of paper, scattering
in a gale force wind. Spike was lying on top of
her, his body moving rhythmically against hers...and
she felt more brilliantly alive than she'd ever felt
before.

She was aware of every sensation her body was
experiencing. The hard ground beneath her, the
prickle of the grass, the weight and firm muscle
of the man on her, the heat of the sun beating
down on them....the sun...

**Why isn't he dead? The sun is so hot..and he's
so hot..and I'm so, so, so hot**

Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she knew
exactly why he wasn't dead, wasn't going up in
flames.

The sun had no power over him, not as long as
that ring was on his hand. The sun, holy water,
wooden stakes...nothing would harm him.

And she was glad. She didn't want anything to
interfere with the delicious pleasure he was giving her.
His mouth moved over her face and down her throat.
The feel of his teeth, his sharp teeth, on her skin
excited her unbearably, and she tilted her head
back, giving him better access to her vulnerable flesh.

**Don't let him do this...he'll kill me...he wants me
dead...he wants me bleeding and dead...he wants
me...he won't hurt me...he won't**

He didn't.

She felt his hands moving over her body, sliding
under her blouse, searching for her bare skin.

Instead of doing what she should have done, make
him stop, she lifted herself to make it easier. Her
mouth traveled wetly over his face, and she bit down
on his jaw, making him groan.

"Oh, yes, baby...that's my beauty...kiss me...no,
don't be so shy with your tongue...give me...mmm."

His voice trailed off as her mouth opened beneath
his and she slid her tongue between his lips,
searching for his.

He met it with eager force, and they both moaned at
the slick wet joining.

Buffy's head was spinning like a top. This was what
she wanted, what she hadn't gotten from her
disastrous encounter with Parker...sheer passion
in it's rawest and most basic form.

Now she knew why it hadn't been a dream come
true with Parker. He knew nothing of lovemaking,
because he WAS nothing but a boy. An over eager,
underskilled boy.

But this one holding her now...vampire or not...this
was a man. And he knew how to treat a woman.

The pressure building inside her, the wetness and
the heat between her thighs was driving her mad. She
desperately needed relief..release..satisfaction.

She felt his knee pushing her legs open.

**Well...now he knows what it takes to pry them
apart...just takes him**

Her entire body jerked and she nearly screamed when
she felt his hand between her legs, cupping her sex
and pressing down firmly, grinding the heel of his
hand right at the place she needed it.

Her own hands moved over him. Tugging his shirt loose
from his pants, she pulled her nails lightly over his
skin, then slid her fingers down his spine, stopping
when she felt tight denim, then moving down and taking
a firm hold of his ass, feeling the strong muscles in
action as he moved on her.

Without releasing her mouth, he reached for her
right hand and guided it around front. He placed
it over the swelling bulge in the front of his jeans
then covered it with his own hand and pressed down.

Buffy nearly fainted at the feel of him. He was big
and he was hard, and she'd never in her life wanted
anything as much as she wanted him.

Desperate for more intimate contact, her fingers
searched for the fastenings of his pants.

**Button fly...thank God, no zippers...don't want
to hurt him...he's so big**

She released the five brass buttons as quickly
as she could, then reached eagerly inside his
jeans. He wore no undergarment of any kind, and
she found what she wanted and wrapped her fingers
around it. Sliding her hand up and down, she ex-
plored every inch of him.

His head jerked back suddenly, pleasure ridding
his face of it's demon aspect. "Oh, Christ...yes," he
whispered fiercely. "Do it...touch me...harder...feels
good, baby. You feel...so damn good."

She whimpered beneath him, her free hand groping
for the buttons of her own slacks, tearing at them
so frantically that they nearly popped off.

Somewhere beyond the reach of her consciousness,
she was dimly aware of a little voice telling her that
they were outside, in full view of anybody who might
decide to cut across the greenbelt to get to a class.

But another part of her mind didn't give a damn
where she was, as long as she got what she wanted.

With a massive effort of will, Spike suddenly pulled
back from her. He rose to his knees, keeping her legs
spread.

Buffy complained out loud at the loss of his body on
hers. Her hands reached out automatically. He caught
one in his hand, raised it to his mouth and kissed the
palm, then traced the throbbing pulse in her wrist with
his tongue.

Locking eyes with her, he took her forefinger into his
mouth and sucked it, then released it slowly.

It was powerfully symbolic, and Buffy knew exactly
what he was telling her. Her eyes glassy with desire,
she nodded her head and ran the tip of her tongue
over her upper lip, letting him know that she understood
what he wanted, and was willing to give it to him.

Pulling her body up, he maneuvered her behind a
clump of trees and bushes, cutting them off from public
view.

When he had her where he wanted her, he pushed
her back down, hooked his thumbs in the waistband
of her slacks and yanked them down and off.

Spike's eyes widened at the sight of her black lace
underpants. "Christ, you are so lovely...so sexy." He
trailed one finger along the elastic waistband, then
slipped his hand beneath it.

Buffy moaned softly as he began to massage the
moist heat of her sex. Her breathing became harsh
and labored as she twisted under his hand, wanting
a deeper, more satisfying touch.

"Please," she begged. "Oh, please...."

He gave her what she wanted. Sliding his finger
inside of her, he whispered. "Do you like that? As
much as I like doing it to you. Hmm? Answer me,
baby...tell me you like feeling my finger in your
pussy...sliding in and out..."

Buffy was almost beyond speech. Stars were
going super nova behind her closed eyes, suns
and moons exploding inside her brain.

All she could do was lift her hips, pushing herself
more deeply onto his finger.

Her thoughts were fragmented.

**I like it...I like it...don't stop...yes...yes...any-
thing you want...anything...just do it now...do it
to me now...faster...faster...oh, please faster...I'm
gonna...oh, make me come...now...now...NOW!!**

"Open your eyes, little girl. I want to see them
when you come," he demanded. "Come for me, baby.
I want to feel it...and see it...and smell it."

His words were the last bit of stimulation her body
could take. Lifting herself into his touch, she
convulsed, tightening around his finger as orgasm
rocketed through her.

She looked up and saw him kneeling between her
trembling thighs, almost swooning as he withdrew
his finger, then licked her wetness off it.

Buffy's body went limp, her hands dropping to
her sides as her breathing began to slow.

Spike chuckled softly. "Oh, no you don't. I'm not
nearly done with you."

He fell forward until he was laying on top of her. Sup-
porting himself on one forearm, he slipped his free
hand down between them and took hold of his rigid
phallus. He positioned himself and entered her slowly.

Her body snapped instantly back to life, and she
placed both feet firmly into the damp grass, then
raised her hips to give him the maximum penetration.

"That's my girl...you know what you want, don't you?"

He withdrew, careful not to pull completely out, then
slid his hard length back inside of her. He began to
thrust and withdraw, slowly, then harder and faster
until he was pounding into her wildly.

Moments later, he changed his rhythm, grinding his
hips from side to side.

Buffy felt herself begin the delicious climb to pleasure
once again. She wrapped her legs tightly around his
hips, whispering hotly in his ear, her words encouraging
him to pump harder.

"Oh, don't stop..don't stop," she moaned. "It feels so
good. Please...yes...do it. Come on..do it with me. " She
cupped his face in her hands and looked into his eyes.
"Fuck..me..hard!" she demanded.

He increased his already wild pace, then reached down
between them and began to finger her clit, rubbing her
in just the right spot to drive her insane. She slid one hand
behind his neck and applied pressure, holding him against
her throat.

Three more hard thrusts brought them both to climax. Bury-
ing himself in her as deep as he could go, he cried out
her name and exploded.

Buffy could feel it inside her, feel his hard cock as he
ejaculated his semen into her body. She bit down hard
on her lower lip to keep from screaming her pleasure
to the skies.

Spike remained hard inside her. Lifting his head,
he looked into her eyes and found them soft with
satisfaction. Suddenly, he wanted to make amends
for the nasty comments he'd made earlier.

"Parker was an idiot to treat you the way he did," he
said firmly. "That stupid boy could NEVER give you
what you need, Slayer."

Buffy knew he was right. Hadn't he just shown her
the truth of it?

Before she could say anything, Spike carefully
withdrew from her. He got to his feet and adjusted
his clothing.

Buffy pulled her slacks back on, without both-
ering to put on her underpants. Taking Spike's
outstretched hand, she was pulled quickly to her
feet, where he slipped one arm around her waist
and hauled her against him.

"So, what happens now, Slayer? We go back to
trying to kill each other?" He dropped a hard
kiss on her mouth. "Because I gotta tell ya...I
liked what we just did a hell of a lot more, Pet."

Buffy smiled. "Me too."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Come home
with me, luv. We need to talk about this."

Buffy took a deep breath. "All right."


TBC....
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