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Spike was smiling so much; his face was starting to hurt. He could have cared less though. The glow on Buffy's face as she spoke to him about his book was inspiring.

"What do you think happened to them?" he asked when she finished telling
him her favorite parts. They were still sitting in the restaurant, sipping on
coffee.

"I don't know," she shrugged, "I mean, I know what I want to have happen
for them, but I don't know. That's your area. You're creative in writing and
music; I'm creative in how to get you in the public eye."

"Well, what happened with Brandon and Tess kind of depended on how
you and I ended up."

She put her cup down. "What?"

He looked down sheepishly. "All that stuff that Brandon did – you did
know he was based on me, right? And that Tess was based on you?"

She blushed a little, "I wasn't sure. I figured it would be presumptuous of
me to think that."

"Well, she's you. Brandon's angel. My angel."

She cocked her head to the side. "You really see me the way he saw her?
The way he felt for her was just so pure and unconditional. For a while
there you had me thinking she was a figment of his imagination or truly an
angel."

"Yeah, princess, that's how I see you. That's how I love you."

"Wow," she breathed.

"Does that freak you out?" he asked tentatively, afraid of the answer.

"A little bit."

"Enough to push me away?"

"No. I don't know if you know this about me, but I love a challenge."

He frowned. "Is it a challenge for you to be with me?"

"No, not like that. I mean that it's a challenge for me to allow myself to
open up and let someone in. It's something I've never done. So I'm
challenging MYSELF to do it. You know when you face a fear? That's what
I'm doing. Facing my fear of allowing myself to open up to you and let you
in. I'm determined to overcome it and let myself be healthy."

He reached out and stroked her cheek, gazing at her lovingly. "You're an
amazing woman, Buffy Anne Summers."

She smiled. "Thanks, but I haven't done anything yet."

"No, you have. You told me about your parents and you allowed me to love
you. You believed me when I told you about Angel. You haven't run from
what we have. Not yet anyway," he finished on a nervous chuckle.

"Just don't give up on me okay?"

"Never."

They gazed at each other for a minute, then Buffy started. "So, what's
going to happen to them?"

"Brandon and Tess?"

She nodded.

Taking her hand in his, he kissed her knuckles. "I guess we'll have to see.
There are so many possibilities for them. Don't you think?"

She nodded, dazed.

"Care to dance with me sweetheart?"

She nodded again and allowed Spike to help her out of her seat and lead
her to the dance floor. Wrapping his arms around her, Spike sung inside
when she leaned in against him, letting him hold her and support her. Their
fingers entwined on his chest, Spike grazed his thumb across her skin and
rested his cheek on the top of her head. He noticed the smiled of the elderly
couples on the floor and he smiled graciously back at them. He knew they
could see what he'd known so long ago. He and Buffy were meant to be.
Two halves of whole, soul mates complete.



"Spike?" she asked him uncertainly, swallowing her nervousness. She
wasn't exactly sure why she was nervous, I mean they'd both made it
abundantly clear they wanted each other . . .

He looked at her, "yeah kitten?" he asked as they stood in front of her
apartment building.

"Um, did you want to come up?"

He broke out into a wide smile, "I'd love to kitten."

She smiled and found her hands were trembling a bit as she fished for her
keys and led him up to her door.

Once inside, Buffy flicked on the lights. "Did you want some coffee? We had
a lot at the restaurant so probably not huh? Some tea? I've never seen you
actually drink tea, though I thought all the British drank tea. How about
some wine? I don't even know if I have wine. I suppose I should really find
out what I have before I offer it to you. I have milk, that I know for sure.
You know, it does a body good and all –"

He silenced her by sweeping her in his arms and kissing her. "It's definitely
done this body good," he whispered, running his hands down her sides and
then pulling her flush against him. He leaned in and buried his face in her
hair, breathing in her scent and nuzzling her neck.

Somehow, she managed to get her limbs working and wound her arms
around him, tangling her fingers in his curls. "I love your curls," she told
him on a murmur.

He grinned against her skin. "Do you now?"

"Always better than when you slick your hair back. Makes me want to curl
my fingers in your hair just to see if they're as soft as they look."

"And?"

"They are," she told him breathlessly as she sought out his mouth. Kissing
hungrily, Buffy found all thought leaving her mind. She'd felt as if she'd
spent a lifetime waiting for this moment. And then she realized, she had.
She'd waited so long for something she never thought she'd be able to have.
Love. To actually feel her skin crackling with pleasure and feel it sensitized
and responsive only to his touch, to the touch of the man that loved her and
she loved back.

Feeling her feet leave the ground, she let out a small ‘eep!' Spike chuckled
against her mouth. "Wrap your legs around me kitten," he told her, his
voice wavering with barely restrained lust.

She did as he instructed and they somehow made it to the bedroom intact.
Stopping along the way as Spike moved her against the wall to devour her.

Once they made it to her bedroom, he deposited her on her bed and the
feel of his body against hers was amazing. She wanted more. Needed more.
She wanted to feel all of him, have him blanket her with his body. She
tugged at his shirt and finally managed to get it over his head. God, he was
gorgeous. She leaned up and latched onto a nipple, delighting in the hiss he
let out.

He groaned as his lips dribbled down her jaw to nibble on her ear and then
down to her neck to lick, suck and kiss. He reared back just enough to help
her discard her shirt and when she lay there, spread out before him in her
bra, his eyes glazed over as she made fast work of unfastening her front-
clasped bra. When they broke free, Spike's eyes widened and growling, he
lunged forward to suckle them, one at a time, in his hot, soft mouth. She
moaned and ran her fingers through his silky hair.

"Spike," she moaned, arching her back to his delicious torment.

He pulled his head up, gazing her hotly, "love it when you say my name
like that," he told her and kissed her soundly. "You're gorgeous you know
that?"

"Now I do," she smiled softly.

He skimmed his hands over her body, "like silk," he murmured.

She wrapped her arms about his neck and pushed herself up closer to him. She could feel his erection against her stomach and she ached to have him inside her. "Please," she begged breathlessly.

"My little minx," he purred and stood suddenly, discarding his pants as he
watched her intently.

She bit her lip and stared up at him with hunger written plainly on her
face. She moved her hand to her jeans and started undoing them, wanting
that monster between his legs inside her now.

He watched her undress and groaned. He stilled her hands and shooed
them away. "I want to do it," he rasped. He slid down her zipper and
tugged on her jeans until the fell down her hips. He stopped when they
were down to her knees and he groaned at the sight of her pink panties
with the bows tied at her hips. He yanked her jeans away and with
trembling hands he started to untie her bows.

"Your hands are shaking," she whispered.

He looked up at her, sheer adoration and awe written all over his face. "It's
you," he said simply.

"You've had sex before, Spike," she chided him lightly. Who was she
kidding? She felt as if it were her first time. Every part of her was humming
for her.

"Not with you, I haven't. Feel like it's my bleeding first time," he
whispered as her panties fell away and left her exposed. She started to
move her legs together, feeling uncomfortable under his close scrutiny, but
he stopped her. He looked up at her. "No. Don't hide from me. You are. . . .
God, you're so gorgeous." He fell to his knees, pulling her closer and she
wondered what he was doing until she felt his mouth on her.

"Oh God," she moaned, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

"So sweet," he murmured as he laved her. Finding her sensitive nub, he
flicked his tongue against it, making it firm and taut.

"Spike," she gasped, grinding her hips slowly in a circle.

"Every time you say my name like that. . . I want to cum," he whispered
and sucked her clit in his mouth.

She came hard and fast, panting heavily. Her eyes opened and she found
him hovering above her, a smile on his face. He glided a hand across her
face gently. "So sexy when you cum. . . Think it's the most beautiful sight
I've ever seen," he told her as he slid himself inside her core.

Her head rolled back and he started to nuzzle her neck as he moved within
her. She grabbed at him, making him face her and she kissed him hard as
she arched herself up to him, pressing her breasts against his hard chest.
He grunted and started to move faster.

"Baby, want to go slow," he told her and grunted as she moved her hips,
pushing back at him and grinding in circles.

"Faster Spike. I want to feel you. Waited so long. . . " And she ran her
hands down his back, pushing him closer and deeper inside her.

He started moving faster as he buried his face in her neck and bit down
gently.


"Uh…Spike…" she breathed.

He looked up at her, the awe back in his face. "Are you real? Are you really
here this time?"

She nodded and kissed him. Tongues dueling, teeth clashing, they kissed so
passionately it was as if the entire world had slipped away and their bodies
had melded into one. She felt the fire coil inside her.

"I want to watch you," he whispered as he moved even faster and harder.
"I want to watch you cum for me," and he moved his hand to finger her clit,
helping her come. He entwined his other hands with hers.

When she started to cum, her walls tightened on his cock inside her and he
grunted before he spilled himself inside her. She called out his name as he
called out hers and they moved slowly together, riding their orgasm out.

She laid there, her orgasm still ebbing inside her, feeling tired and spent in
the most delicious way. Spike was breathing heavily against her neck, and
every so often kissing it.

"Am I crushing you?" He asked, his voice muffled by her shoulder.

"Not really," she told him.

He rolled slightly, and it seemed to her that he was being careful not slip
out of her. She looked at him in question as he pressed her against him, still
imbedded inside her.

"Not ready to be apart from you yet, luv," he whispered shyly and kissed
her. When he pulled away, she stared at him.

"What are you thinking?" he asked. "Be honest. Don't hold anything back
from me. Please."

"I'm thinking I've never felt so close to another person in my life," she
whispered.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it," she whispered, snuggling against him. "You're amazing to me . . .
" she murmured. "You've melted the Ice Queen."

"All part of my charm," he grinned.

"Definitely not your charm," she teased and then yelped when he pinned
her under him.

"Maybe I need to show you some more of my charm," he waggled his
eyebrows.

She could feel him growing inside her and she let out a moan. "Yes," she
said breathlessly, "please do."







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