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Chapter 9 – Helping Hand


“What are you doing here?” Buffy asked with a sigh as she opened the door to
her apartment.

“I couldn’t let it end like that,” Spike said softly, his hands braced
against the frame, looking at her through sad eyes.

Buffy averted her gaze for a moment, biting her bottom lip in contemplation
before opening the door wider. “Come in, Will,” she said softly, not
looking at him as he walked past.

Shutting the door, she nervously fidgeted with the tie of her robe, suddenly wishing that she wasn’t wearing a nightgown that fell to mid-thigh. The red satin robe did little to cover it, only falling an inch past the gown itself.

Holding it closed, Buffy walked into her living room, seeing Spike shift nervously from foot to foot with his hands shoved in his pockets, darting his eyes up to her every now and then. She noticed the subtle way he was perusing her body and couldn’t help but hook one foot behind her ankle, trying to shrink away from him.

“What do you want, Will?” she asked softly, her body tensing when he took a
step toward her. She could feel her breathing escalate at his close
proximity.

“You,” he whispered, taking another step toward her.

“Are you on something right now?” she asked quietly.

“No,” he said softly, shaking his head as he came to stand in front of her.
“Look in my eyes if you don’t believe me.”

Buffy nervously looked into his eyes, seeing that his pupils were dilated as
he stared at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, letting her shoulders
relax.

“I don’t know what it is,” Spike said in a quiet voice. “Something about
you just keeps pulling me in…I want you and I don’t care what I have to do
to get you.”

“I’m not a prize,” she whispered, looking away from his penetrating gaze.

“I know that. I just…I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.”

Buffy’s expression softened when she saw the frustration evident on his
face. “I’m standing by what I said earlier…I’m not going to date someone
who uses drugs.”

“And like I said, it’s-”

“If you say it’s just for fun, why can’t you quit?”

Spike avoided her eyes, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned away.

Buffy took a shaky breath, nervously tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.
“Thanks for stopping by,” she murmured, turning toward the door. She gasped
when she felt his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her against his body.

“Will you help me?” he whispered, his voice shaky at the thought of giving
up something that he sought for comfort.

Slowly turning around in his arms, Buffy saw the scared expression in his
eyes as he looked at her hopefully. “I’ll help you,” she said softly, her
eyes slowly closing when she felt his lips brush against hers in a tender
kiss.

“Can I stay?” he asked, the hopeful look on his face making her heart swell.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “You can stay.”

Gently pushing her against the wall, his lips met hers in a surprisingly
passionate kiss. Buffy felt like she was drowning, trying to keep up with
the movement of his lips and tongue.

“Will,” she whispered breathlessly when he broke away to trail kisses down
the column of her neck. “What are you doing?” she asked when he hoisted her
legs around his waist.

“I thought that would be obvious,” he said, pulling away with a smile as he
pushed against her.

Buffy shivered in response, grinding her hips against his and smiling at the
moan that erupted from his throat. Slipping the robe from her shoulders,
Spike’s breath caught in his throat when he saw the satin nightgown. His
mouth went dry, noticing the sheer pieces of fabric in all the right places.

Slipping his hands beneath the satin, he groaned in pleasure when he
encountered nothing but bare skin at his fingertips. “God, Buffy,” he
rasped in pleasure.

Their breathing accelerated as Buffy unbuttoned his shirt. It was a slow
process, considering his hands on her skin were slowly driving her wild with
lust.

“Were you planning on me coming over?” he asked with a smirk, his hands
sliding higher.

“Maybe I was planning on someone else,” she replied with a secretive grin.

Spike growled, pushing her against the wall with more force. “You better
not be serious.”

“Possessive much?”

“You don’t know the half of it, baby,” he said with a grin.

“What if I told you I was planning on a quiet night alone?”

Spike’s eyes roamed her body as his tongue slowly swept across his bottom
lip. “Hmm…maybe I’ll just sit back and watch what you do alone,” he said
with a grin.

Buffy playfully smacked his chest, moving to straighten her legs.

“I don’t think so, luv,” Spike said with a smile, holding her close with one
hand while he unbuckled his belt with the other. “I’ve got you right where
I want you.”

Buffy pushed his hand out of the way, dipping in between them to take his
fully erect cock in her hand, smiling at the breathy moans that came from
Spike as she slid her hand up and down.

“I think you’ve got that backwards. I’m the one who has you right where I
want you,” she said with a soft smile before arching her back and sinking
down on him with one fluid movement.

Spike’s eyes rolled shut as he gritted his teeth, pumping into her and
quickly picking up his pace. Buffy could already feel herself spiraling out
of control as his hold on her tightened.

“William, faster,” she said breathlessly, moaning when he complied. Her
orgasm crashed into her out of nowhere, sending her screaming into oblivion.
Aftershocks continued to jolt through her as Spike sought his own release,
quickly following her over the edge, spilling himself inside her welcoming
body.

Trying to catch their breath, Spike pulled away and looked at her. “Sorry,
luv,” he said, still panting for air. “I wanted it to last longer, but you
felt too damn good.”

Buffy let her hands play in his hair as she smiled at him. “Did you hear me
complaining?”

Spike chuckled, letting his lips caress hers in a tender kiss. “What are
you doing tomorrow night?”

“Well, it was my night off, but since someone got me sent home early, I
guess I’ll be making up the hours.”

“We’re doing a concert…come with me?”

“Are you sure you want me there with all of your adoring fans?” she asked
with a teasing smile.

“Do you even need to ask me that?”

Snuggling closer to his body, Buffy let her head fall to his shoulder.
“I’ll be there.”



A/N Yes, I know I’ll get a ton of reviews about it, so let it be known that Buffy is very naïve (or possibly just hopeful) in this story. Thanks for all the support, so far!




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