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Chapter 5


Buffy felt herself propelled against the wall as Spike’s mouth attacked
hers. She gasped for air as his hands roamed over her body, causing her to
arch into him as he pushed against her. She gasped as his lips seemed to
dance down the column of her throat as her fingers grasped at his shoulders.

It had been almost a week since their last kiss, and both had been very
careful not to mention it…until today, anyway. Buffy had stayed after
school for her tutoring session for the first time since their last kiss
and endured an hour of being painfully civil to each other. Until she
started to leave, that is. Spike had been so resistant to let her leave, and
when his lips finally met hers in a passionate kiss, Buffy hadn’t hesitated
to surrender to him in any way she could.

Buffy felt her eyes flutter shut as his hands ran up her thighs and slipped
under her skirt, lightly teasing her skin. “What about…the door?” she
asked, barely able to form a coherent sentence while he was touching her.

“I don’t care,” he replied in a gruff voice.

“Mister-“

“Spike,” he growled against her throat, sending a thrill running through her
body as he lifted her into his arms before spinning around and sitting her
on his desk, scattering the books and papers to the floor. “The name’s
Spike.”

“Why Spike?” she asked breathlessly as he pushed her skirt over her hips
before pulling back to look at her.

“You’re about to find out, luv,” he replied with a smirk.

Buffy felt her skin flush under his gaze. His lips returned to hers as her
hands frantically worked on his belt, desperately needing to feel more of
him.

“Baby, I want you so much,” he groaned against her lips as her legs spread
more in reaction to his words.

“Then take me,” she said breathlessly, pulling his cock free from his
confining pants. Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he knew if
he turned her down, he would be a fool.

‘Damned if you do, damned if you don’t,’ his brain seemed to taunt him as he
looked into her hazel eyes.

Spike stared at her for a long moment, knowing that there was no going back
after this. Pushing all thoughts from his head, Spike’s hands went to her
hips, pulling her to the edge of the desk. His lips met hers with a
ferocious intensity seconds before he sunk into her.

Buffy nearly screamed as his invasion sent her into an instantaneous orgasm.
Her inner muscles tightened and fluttered around him, causing Spike to
still his movements as he buried his face in her neck. He definitely wasn’t
going to last long if she reacted to him like this.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured against her skin, slowly opening his eyes to
take in her flushed face and lust-filled gaze. “I’ve wanted you since I
first laid eyes on you,” he continued as he hesitantly pulled out of her hot
body before pushing back into her with an achingly gradual pace.

The long strokes were nearly driving her insane with bliss as she arched
her body to meet his thrusts.

Spike made a conscious effort not to pound into her, even though he wanted
nothing more- he didn’t want his overzealous needs to hurt her. The thrill
of getting caught was racing through both of them as they moved as one, each
feeling complete for the first time.

Spike pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, shocked at the emotions
that seemed to be displayed in them. He knew exactly what she was feeling
because everything was mirrored back to her in his own gaze. His movements
began to speed up, their eyes never breaking contact as she gasped for air
every time their hips met, grinding together in the most sensual way.

Slowly, Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut as he pushed into her with more
ferocity. “Don’t stop,” she said breathlessly, her back arching as his
hands tightened on her hips at her whispered request. “Please, don’t stop,”
she moaned as she clung to him.

Spike nearly fell over the edge just hearing her voice, thick with desire,
begging him. He renewed his efforts, rapidly pumping into her wet passage
as her body began shaking with need.

“Buffy… pet…I’m not going to last much longer,” he whispered. “You’re too
bloody tight…feels too good.”

Practically lifting her from the desk when he felt himself spiraling out of
control, Buffy struggled to breathe as the new angle seemed to stretch and
fill her in ways she didn’t know was possible.

She felt as if she was losing control, her body craving the release that he
was rapidly pushing her to. Spike could feel her muscles squeezing him,
seeking out her climax. Leaning forward, he let his lips brush across her
ear. “Let it go, baby,” he whispered in a seductive tone. “Just let it
go…come for me.”

His hand came up to cover her mouth, knowing that her scream of satisfaction
wouldn’t be far behind, and the last thing they needed was for someone to run
into the room.

Something about the dominating position sent Buffy over the edge, clutching
at Spike’s shoulders and screaming into his palm when she felt him begin to
spill his load inside of her.

Buffy buried her head in his chest, letting her breathing return to normal,
and was surprised when his arms circled her waist. She breathed in the
strong scent of cigarette smoke and musky cologne with an underlying hint of
leather. She vaguely remembered seeing him wearing a leather duster at some point.

Spike inhaled the vanilla and honeysuckle fragrance of her hair as he let
his eyes close, enjoying the closeness of holding her.

Buffy felt him slip from her, immediately feeling the loss of not being
connected anymore. She stood up, straightening her clothes and trying to
control her heart as it hammered in her chest, almost painfully. She slowly
gathered her books, biting her lips as the nervous sensations nearly had her
trembling. Buffy had only had one sexual experience, and it hadn’t left her
with the best expectations of what to expect afterward.

Spike watched her, his brow furrowed in curiosity as she turned to leave the
room. “Buffy,” he said softly, causing her to turn around. He closed the
distance between them, slipping a finger under her chin as he raised her
eyes to his. “I’ll take you home, luv,” he whispered, looking at her
questioningly.

Buffy’s shoulders sagged in relief at the soft words.

“Come on,” he murmured, placing his hand on the small of her back and
leading her out of the classroom.

* * * * *

The ride to Buffy’s house was made in silence, apart from Buffy pointing out
directions. Spike kept a close eye on her as he drove, worried by her
silence. By the time he pulled into her driveway, he was starting to think
he took advantage of her.

Turning off the engine, his hand grasped Buffy’s as hers reached out for the
door handle. “Buffy-“

“You don’t have to say it,” Buffy said quietly, avoiding his eyes. “Nobody
will ever know…I promise.”

Spike’s questioning look returned as he tilted his head to stare at her.
“Good to know, luv, but that’s actually not what I was going to ask you.”

Her eyes finally rose to his as she waited.

“What’s wrong?”

Buffy looked down at their hands, still joined, though it was obvious that
it was more of a way to keep her in the car and not a show of intimacy. “I
don’t know how to do this,” she whispered.

“Do what, pet?”

“This,” she replied, gesturing to both of them.

“You mean what comes next?”

Buffy’s wide eyes shot up to his. “Next?”

“Buffy, I know you’ve done this before, since this wasn’t your first time.”
Spike tried to push down the stab of jealousy that the thought of her with
someone else seemed to evoke.

“That’s just it,” Buffy said with an embarrassed smile. “It wasn’t exactly
the best experience to learn on.”

Spike had to resist the smile when she said ‘experience’ in the single
context. “What happened?” he asked, real concern lacing its way through his
voice as he watched her carefully.

Buffy turned away from him, looking out the window as the leaves rustled in
the gentle wind, offering her a welcome distraction from the memories that
assaulted her. “It’s me,” she whispered. “I’m not…he didn’t want me.”

“He?”

“The first guy I…”

“And he told you this?” Spike asked, feeling anger flood his body, his grip
on her hand tightening involuntarily before he realized what he was doing.

“He didn’t have to,” Buffy said quietly. “I kind of figured it out when I
woke up alone and went to look for him. He was…he was with someone else.”

Spike closed his eyes, wanting to pull her into his arms and comfort her
but settled on twisting his hand until it was holding hers in a comfortable
grip. “He was a fool,” Spike replied softly. “Any man would be a fool to
leave you.”

Buffy looked at him with tears glistening in her eyes. “Is this all it was,
Spike?” she whispered, not sure if she wanted to know the answer but
knowing that she needed to know.

Spike gave her a gentle smile before leaning forward to leave a tender kiss
on her lips. Pulling back after a moment, he stared into her eyes. “This
is only the beginning."





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