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Chapter 28


Spike stopped his car, surprised to see Buffy sitting on his front steps.
His heart filled with dread as he jumped out and ran toward her.

“Buffy? Luv, is something wrong?” he asked, stopping in front of her.

“I’m okay,” Buffy replied with a tight smile. “I just needed to leave a
little early…get some fresh air.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I didn’t expect you this soon.”

Spike offered her his hand, but Buffy stood up on her own, brushing off her
pants while she waited for him to open the door.

Spike held open the door for her and watched as she entered the house with
trepidation, looking around the foyer as Spike stepped in behind her. “What
is it, pet?” he asked, seeing her look around the house with apprehension.

“I just…I haven’t been here since…that day.”

Spike felt his heart tighten as his mind flashed back to her words that day.

*I give you everything I have and…and it’s still not enough.*

But it was. It was enough, and he couldn’t tell her. It was all he ever
wanted…she was all he ever wanted.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Buffy whispered, running her hands over her face but
not turning away.

“Why?” he whispered, taking a step closer to her.

Buffy suddenly realized how close they were to each other. She realized
that the only light in the room was the moonlight spilling through the
windows of the house, casting a silvery light and shadows over anything it
touched.

She felt her heartbeat speed up at his close proximity. “I really shouldn’t
be here,” she repeated, turning away from him as she reached for the
doorknob. Spike covered her hand with his causing her breath to catch as
she remembered the first time he’d touched her hand in such a similar way. Nobody
would have expected it. Nobody would have thought that it started with
something so effortless, so undemanding. That something so involved and
full of such an array of emotions could have started with a simple brush of
their hands.

Memories flooded through her- the kiss, the two of them in his classroom, in his car, in bed together…his bed.

Buffy slammed the door shut, turning and grabbing the lapels of his duster
before smashing her lips to his. Spike’s arms immediately wrapped around
her waist, reflexively pushing her against the door and letting his tongue
brush against hers, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Buffy pushed her body against his, dislodging herself from his grasp as
their lips separated. Spike felt a momentary sense of panic before she
grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

“Buffy, we don’t have to do this now,” he said in a husky whisper, seconds
before she stripped off her shirt and pants, leaving her in a lace bra and
panties.

“The hell we don’t,” she replied, crushing her lips to his while slipping
the duster from his shoulders.

Their entire relationship he was the instigator of anything that happened between them. To have her take control was surprising and arousing to both of them.

Spike closed his eyes when she unfastened his belt, pulling on it and letting the leather
slip through the loops before dropping it on the floor. He quickly pulled off his shirt as she
divested him of the rest of his clothes.

“Buffy-“

“Don’t say it,” she whispered, leading him to the bed. “I just want to feel
you,” she said in a breathy voice, making eye contact with him while
removing the rest of her clothing. Taking a step forward, Buffy ran her
hands over his strong chest, licking her suddenly very dry lips. “I’ve
dreamed of you every night for over two years,” she said softly. “Touching
you, holding you, feeling you…please let me feel you tonight.”

Her whispered plea was too much for Spike as he pushed her down on the bed,
leaving soft kisses along her body.

“Spike, now,” Buffy moaned, arching her body against his, craving the
friction that only he could provide. “I need you inside me.”

Spike’s breathing escalated as he settled himself between her legs, sliding
into her with one powerful thrust. Buffy cried out, arching her body
against his for more contact. Both moved together, their bodies trembling
after going without the other for so long, needing to feel the completion of
being connected.

They set a slow, steady rhythm, staring into each other's eyes as they each
gasped for breath. Spike met her lips in a gentle kiss, keeping his body
pressed to hers, wanting to be as close to her as he could. Pulling away
after a moment, Buffy breathed heavily when Spike brushed the hair away from
her face, maintaining eye contact with her.

“Do you love me?” Spike whispered, desperately needing an answer.

Buffy looked up at him with tears shimmering in her eyes. “You know the
answer, Spike,” she said in a choked voice. “Please don’t make me say
it…it’s just too hard.”

“Buffy, I love you,” he whispered, burying himself within her as he stopped
his movements. “I love you,” he repeated, needing her to understand.

He watched as tears streamed down her cheeks, her body quivering against his
soothing touches to her skin.

“I love you, so much,” he murmured, plunging into her with renewed force,
feeling his heart swell when her body arched against his. “I never
stopped…I never stopped…”

He trailed off in a whisper when he felt her muscles clenching around him,
triggering his own release. Silence filled the room as they held onto each
other, shaking from the bliss that was coursing through them.

Spike gathered Buffy into his arms, rolling with her and letting his hands
run along her skin. “I need to know how you feel,” he whispered into her
hair as he kissed the top of her head.

“Spike, I-“

She stopped when they both heard a loud banging on the door.

“Bloody hell,” Spike muttered, not wanting to extract himself from his
lover’s arms.

When the knocking persisted, he got out of bed with a growl, searching along
the floor. Angrily putting on his pants and zipping them, Spike didn’t
bother with the button as he walked back to Buffy, giving her a tender kiss
and running his hand along her cheek. “I’ll be back in a minute, luv.”

Buffy nodded, a shy smile on her face as Spike left the room. She felt her
heart stop a moment later when she heard Spike yelling. Considering what
had just been interrupted, Buffy wasn’t surprised to hear him losing his
temper. What surprised her the most was that Angel was the other raised
voice she could hear in the foyer.





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