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A/N A few people have asked why I chose Lindsey instead of Riley. It’s really simple- I’m sick of Riley (though I have nothing against Marc Blucas). I was ready for a change and I always liked the character of Lindsey, so I thought this would be the perfect story for him. Thanks for reading and reviewing!


Chapter 13 – Making Up


Buffy nervously walked toward the front door an hour later. She was able to
subtly kick Lindsey out with the flimsy excuse that she had a headache, and
now she was beginning to wonder if she should have left also.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy wasn’t sure if she was ready for the pain and
heartache that seemed to be associated with seeing Spike lately.

“Open the door, Buffy,” she murmured to herself as she twisted the knob.

Buffy barely had a chance to step back as Spike practically bolted through
the door, slamming it shut with his heel as he grabbed Buffy and pressed her
against the door. Buffy gasped as his lips came crashing down on hers,
taking her breath from her but not stopping her hands from traveling up to
clasp behind his neck.

Spike’s mouth ravaged hers as he kissed her hungrily, his tongue gently
running along her teeth before brushing against hers.

Buffy gasped again as he pulled back, bringing his hands up to each side of
her face as he tried to catch his breath. Buffy tried to control her own
breathing as she closed her eyes. She could feel her heartbeat skyrocketing
as Spike’s thumbs gently stroked her cheeks.

Spike waited until Buffy opened her eyes and looked at him before pressing
a softer kiss to her lips.

“What was that for?” Buffy asked in confusion.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Spike-“

“And I’m leaving Drusilla.”

Buffy’s mouth dropped open as she stared at him in shock. “You’re leaving
her?” she whispered, not wanting to believe it. Not wanting to get her
hopes up, only to have them all come crashing down again.

“I have to be with you, Buffy. I love you.”

“And this-“

“I’ve changed, Buffy,” Spike continued, looking at her through hopeful eyes.

“You’re sure about that?” Buffy asked, praying what he was saying was true.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, than I am of being here with you.”

Buffy didn’t even think as she spun them around until she was pushing Spike
into the door, crushing her mouth against his as his hands slid under her
shirt, running up the smooth expanse of her back.

Buffy pulled back, panting, as she stared into his eyes. They were darkened
with desire, looking almost navy, as she pulled him to the couch before
turning around with a smirk and pushing him onto the soft cushions.

Spike leaned forward, lifting her shirt slightly, to kiss along the flat
muscles of her stomach before running his hands along her thighs and giving
them a light tug. Buffy squealed as she found herself sitting on Spike’s
lap, smiling against his lips as he gave her a soft kiss.

Buffy’s hands ran through his hair, dislodging the curls from the gel that
was holding them in place, as their tongues tangled. Buffy moaned into his
mouth as Spike’s arms wrapped around her body, pulling her closer against
him. Spike broke away from her lips with a gasp as he felt Buffy’s hips
grind into his. He tilted his head, staring at her, and smiled when he saw
the mischievous grin on her lips.

“Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” Buffy teased, innocently biting her bottom lip as he
narrowed his eyes, watching her.

“You know what,” he replied, letting his hands slide up her thighs, reaching
around to lightly squeeze her butt.

Buffy giggled, squirming around on his lap until he moaned with desire. She
slowly leaned forward, lightly running her tongue along the edge of his ear
before gently biting the lobe. “Say pretty please,” she whispered with a
smile.

“Buffy…“ he replied in a warning tone.

Buffy giggled again as she pulled back to look into his eyes, seeing the
humor in them, as she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.

“Please,” he whispered, not sounding at all genuine.

Buffy puffed her lip out even more, backing away as Spike tried to catch it
between his teeth.

With a heavy sigh, Spike glared at her as she fought a grin. “Pretty
please,” he grumbled. “Fine, are you happy now?”

Buffy didn’t respond as she tenderly ran a hand over his cheekbone, never
breaking eye contact. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m very happy now.” Spike
watched as she leaned forward, brushing feather-light kisses along his neck,
all the way up to his ear. “I love you, Spike.”

Spike grasped her hips, pulling her forward as their lips met again. Buffy
moaned, the playful mood evaporating as she pushed her body against his.

“I need you,” she whispered, unbuttoning his shirt as his hands slid up her
shirt, brushing lightly over her breasts as she arched her back, craving
more contact. Spike stripped her of her shirt and bra as Buffy scraped her
fingernails over his exposed muscles, smiling when they tensed under her
fingers.

Spike watched as Buffy met his eyes, slowly running her hands lower until
she unhurriedly unzipped his pants, pulling him free of the confining
material. Spike swept her thong aside, letting his fingers lightly brush
over her as she positioned herself above him. Never breaking eye contact,
Buffy lowered herself onto him, gasping as he filled her.

“Buffy-“

“Shhh,” she whispered, moving her hips against his as bolts of pleasure shot
through her body. “I already know.”

Spike lifted himself off the couch, causing a cry to erupt from Buffy as he
hit the elusive spot inside of her. Buffy arched her back, getting almost
as much pleasure from the feel of Spike holding her firmly in his arms as
they moved together.

Feeling the tightening in her stomach, Buffy sped up her thrusts as Spike
began moving more rapidly, letting his hands slip to her waist as she moved
up and down on him. He could feel her muscles begin to squeeze him in
preparation of her impending orgasm as her breath came out in gasps.

Spike buried his head in her neck seconds before she lost control,
screaming out his name in ecstasy.

Her climax triggered his as he practically exploded, almost painfully,
inside of her, holding on to her in an iron grip as he slowly came back
down to earth. “I love you,” he whispered, kissing her naked shoulder.

Buffy tried to calm her breathing as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I know.”

* * * * *

Lindsey sat down at the table in the darkened corner of the bar, watching
the brunette as she calmly lit a cigarette before raising her eyes to his.
“You said you had some work for me.”

“That I do, my dear boy,” Drusilla replied.

“Look, if you want her out of town, it’s not going to happen. She loved
that job, and there’s no way she’s leaving those kids. As for anything
illegal that you may want me to do, forget it. I just got a good job, and
I’m not about to risk it just to be sent to prison.”

“It’s not illegal,” Drusilla reassured him with a smile. “Just a little immoral.”

“Okay…what is it?”

* * * * *

Two hours later, the naked couple lay in her bed with their bodies
comfortably intertwined with each other. Buffy sighed, her back pressed
against his muscular chest, Spike’s fingers interlaced with hers as they
both stared at their joined hands, bathed in the moonlight.

“I missed you, so much,” Spike whispered, lightly brushing kisses over her
skin.

“I missed you, too,” she said softly, tears shimmering in her eyes at the
happiness she was feeling. “But I had to go.”

“I know. I understand.”





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