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Spike and Buffy walked hand in hand along the beach an hour later, enjoying
the comfort the other provided. The sounds of the carnival faded as the
ocean’s surf crashed next to them. Spike stopped, tugging on Buffy’s hand
to turn her to face him before gently trailing a hand down her cheek.

Buffy leaned into his touch, relishing the feel of his skin on hers as a
smile graced her features.

“I’ve missed you so much, luv,” he whispered, watching the path of his hand
as it ghosted down her neck and over her shoulder.

“I missed you, too, Spike,” Buffy replied softly, tears springing to her
eyes. “And I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” he whispered, his eyes softening as he leaned toward her,
letting his lips barely brush against hers. “Right now,” he murmured
against her lips. “Everything is the way it should be.”

Buffy’s eyes fluttered shut as their lips met in a tender kiss. Spike’s
arms encircled her body, pulling her closer, letting their tongues brush
together before a loud boom filled the air. They slowly broke away, looking
into the formerly darkened sky that was now shimmering with fireworks.
Buffy’s eyes filled with tears as she remembered the last time she saw them
before she turned to Spike with a smile on her face.

“Make love to me, Spike,” she whispered, her voice taking on the seductive
quality that Spike could never resist.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice filled with disbelief.

Buffy looked up at the sky, seeing the fireworks exploding before turning
back to him. The faint glow of colors played out on his face, making his
eyes glow as he looked at her.

“Please,” she said softly.

That was all the invitation Spike needed as Buffy took his hand, pulling him
down into the soft sand. His lips met hers in a heated kiss as his hands
wandered her body. Curves that he never thought he would feel again. The
warmth of her skin under his fingertips, the silky feel of her hair, the way
her body responded to his as he slowly stripped off her clothes, pulling
back to look at her. His hand slowly trailed over her body, running upward
over her toned stomach to gently palm her breast, smiling when Buffy moaned
at the feel of him touching her.

Buffy slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him with a soft smile as she
slowly sat up, helping him take off his clothes.

Spike smiled as her eyes lit up when he removed his shirt. Buffy pushed
herself up on her knees, pressing her chest to his as their lips met in a
passionate kiss. Spike’s arms wrapped around her waist, thrilled at the
feel of her naked body pressed against his as he lowered her onto the sand.

Slipping off his jeans, both spent a moment listening to the sound of the
fireworks as they tenderly kissed and touched each other, neither wanting to
rush what was happening between them.

Pulling back to catch his breath, he looked into her lust-filled eyes and
pulled her body closer to his. "You're still the most beautiful woman I’ve
ever seen, luv,” he whispered as he lowered his head to nibble on her neck.

Buffy felt her heart slamming in her chest as he moved, letting her hips
cradle his body as he looked down at her in silent permission. She didn’t
say anything as she pulled him down for a long kiss, gasping into his mouth
as he filled her, pushing all the way in and stalling his movements.

‘She’s still so perfect,’ Spike thought, lifting his head to try and catch
his breath. Buffy and Spike stared at each other, both living the feeling
of completion and awe that seemed to spread through them.

After a few moments, Buffy lifted her hips against his, smiling slightly
when Spike’s eyes rolled back.

“Please, Spike,” she whispered, moaning as he began thrusting into her,
their breathing becoming more rapid as Buffy clung to his shoulders.

Spike plunged into her, chasing each bad memory away with every thrust,
replacing them with memories of how the woman he loved felt as she moved
beneath him.

“Oh God, Spike!” Buffy cried as her nails dragged across his skin, her
muscles clamping down around him as her body hummed in climax. Spike held
onto her as he pumped a few more times before spilling himself deep within
her.

Both lay still for a moment, elated that they were finally connected the way
they had dreamed for five years but also wishing that the inevitable
wouldn’t come and they’d have to separate.

“I’ve dreamed of that for so long,” Spike said in a husky whisper as his
lips ran over her shoulder.

“Me too,” Buffy agreed breathlessly, her hands lightly running through his
hair as her eyes closed in contentment. “I guess we should go.”

“Yeah,” Spike said softly, running his fingers through her hair. “But I
don’t want to.”

“Me neither,” Buffy replied, snuggling closer to him as her eyes opened.
With a sigh, she slowly sat up and pulled on her clothes before turning to
Spike with a hint of a smile. “Carry me,” she requested in a teasing voice.

Buffy squealed when Spike scooped her up in his arms and ran down the
beach. She never expected him to actually listen to her, but she wasn’t
about to complain as her arms wrapped around his neck.

Spike slowed down to a walk as the last of the fireworks exploded in the
sky, gently pressing his forehead to Buffy’s. “I think this is my favorite
day of the year,” he said with a smile.

“Mine too,” Buffy agreed with a smile.

***

Later that night, Buffy lay cradled in Spike’s embrace as she let her hand
play over his chest. He seemed more tense since their last round of
lovemaking, and Buffy was doing everything she could to try and relax him.
Just before she was about to ask him what was wrong, the sound of his voice
filled the room.

“When are you leaving?” Spike asked softly. ‘Say you’re going to stay.
Tell me you can’t leave Dawnie again. That you can’t leave me.’

“Day after tomorrow,” she murmured against his skin. ‘Ask me to stay. Ask
me not to go back there. I can’t live there without you.’

But he didn’t.





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