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Buffy sat in her office a couple days later, staring out the window and tapping her pen on the stack of papers in front of her.

Tap, tap, tap, tap. Where was Spike? Tap, tap, tap, tap. Why hadn't he at least called? Tap, tap, tap, tap. Had all of it really happened? Tap, tap, tap, tap. What is he doing right now? Did he find someone else to release his sexual frustration on?

She missed him.

If someone had told her she'd miss Spike after spending an entire weekend
with him – with all the friggen drama they had gone through – she would
have laughed in their face, balked at them. Told them they were out of
their fucking minds. But, no, here she was. Missing him. In fact, he'd been
on her mind since their ‘light the world on fire' kiss(es) they'd shared upon
arriving home.

And when Angel had initiated sex with her, she'd refused him. Told him
she had her period. Which would work well for about a week. It was the
only thing she could come up with on the spot that would make Angel back
off. All she could hear in her head was Spike pleading with her to not have
sex with him. He didn't threaten her, didn't order her, didn't demand she
not do it. All he did was ask her not to. No, correction, he pleaded with her.
PLEADED. Spike PLEADED. Begged. She was sure if she asked him to get
down his knees and beg her that way, he would have. And, it'd worked
because she couldn't do it with Angel. She felt guilt for even thinking of it.

Lust. And the challenge. Buffy always did like a good challenge. She
snorted. So did Spike apparently.

"What's got you thinking so hard, pet?"


Her head swiveled to see Spike standing in her doorway. She felt a grin tug
at the corner of her mouth despite her trying to keep a neutral face.

"Hi," she greeted him.

"Hi," he walked in, closing the door and sat on her desk, facing her.
"How've you been?"

Confused, scared, lonely for you. Bastard. "Fine. You?"

He seemed to be wrestling with something before just nodding and saying
good.

"I don't have anything for you today. I had some clients that I missed over
the weekend to take care of. A fire to help put out with a colleague – "

"I didn't come by for that Buffy."

"Oh?" she said meekly.

"Buffy. . . "he started and then stopped. He stared at her and she waited,
not moving. Sliding off the desk, he slid down to his knees in front of her on
the floor and cupped her face in his hands. "I've missed you pet. I've missed
you so much I haven't been able to think straight. Did you miss me?"

She didn't want to answer him; she just wanted him to kiss her. Her skin
was already hot for him, her palms were itching, her heart at a gallop. Her
senses seemed flooded by him when he was around and she hated it. She
didn't feel in control. She felt that he had somehow switched the game on
her.

She found herself leaning in to him and stopped herself, breathlessly. "I—I
can't." She pushed at him and stood up on shaky legs. "What are you doing
to me?" she asked on a moan.

"I don't know pet, that's the whole problem. Why don't you tell me?"

"I have a boyfriend," she stated.

"That you don't love. Why are you with him?"

"He's safe," she blurted out.

"Buffy, look at me please."

She shook her head, jutting out her bottom lip in a pout.

Then she felt him behind her, his breath on her neck. She swallowed hard
and didn't move a muscle. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist
and pulled her oh so slowly against him. Leaning in, he nuzzled her neck.
"Why can't you look at me?"

She was breathing heavy now, her lids closing at his touch.

"You make me lose all rational thought," she whispered.

He chuckled deeply, the vibrations moving like little shock waves through
her system.

"I know exactly what you mean," he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.
"Exhilarating ain't it?"

"I hate it," she told him bluntly, finding her voice somehow.

"I'll have to teach you to like it. You can fall Buffy. I'll catch you."

There was a knocking at her door, which had Buffy jumping out of Spike's
arms and moving far away from him.

The door opened and Cordy stood there. "Have you guys done it yet?"

Buffy started to cough.

"Done what?" Spike asked smoothly.

"Killed each other."

Spike chuckled and Buffy reddened.

"Nope, " he answered.

"Well, ‘Sensual' just sent over an article done by a Harmony. They thought
maybe you'd like to read it over before it was published," Cordy flopped the
package on her desk. "Behave guys," and she sauntered out, shutting the
door behind her.

Buffy went straight for the package while Spike went straight for her.

She stopped him by holding up her hand and pointing at him. "You heard
her. Behave."

He pouted.

"Either that or I keep the door open."

Rolling his eyes, he dejectedly sat on the couch across the room.

"All right. Let's see what the annoying one has to say."

Buffy tore into the package and her eyes bugged.

"What?" Spike jumped up and made it by her side in two seconds.

"Oh bloody hell. I can tell you right now that's NOT going to be published,"
he told her peering over her shoulder.

Buffy started to laugh. "Why ever not Blondie Bear?"

"She's sodding insane."

"You dated her."

"What the hell was I thinking?" He muttered.

"Did you really want me to answer that?"

"Bite me."

She leaned in ever so gently and Spike froze. She knew he was waiting for
her to touch him or kiss him in some way. Standing up on her tip toes she
breathed in his hear. "Don't you wish I would?" Then, anticipating his next
move, she jumped away from him with the grace of a cat and laughed as he
started to grab for her, narrowly missing her. She giggled and he began
stalking her around his room. He had a predatory look in his eye and if she
admitted it to herself, it was turning her on. She had just about made it to
the door to open it when his arms closed around her, pulling her against his
chest. He bit down on her neck and she let out a small squeal.

He spun her around in his arms and captured her lips, kissing her soundly.

"Did you sleep with him?" he asked quietly.

She froze in his arms. "Spike. . . "

"Did you?" he asked, his hold tightening.

"No," she whispered.

"Thank you," he murmured and smiled tenderly when her gaze flew to his.
He pressed a kiss to her lips gently and let her go. He strolled to the door
and before opening it, turned to her and said. "Remember what I said,
Buffy. Fall and I'll catch you."

She stared at him as he walked out of the office, wondering if the fluttering
in her belly was part of the falling process.





A/N Thank you guys for the wonderful reviews! I'm glad to hear what you guys think about Spike and Buffy and their relationship. It helps me to see it from a different perspective. Thanks so much :)





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