Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.

Buffy waited inside the building watching the pouring rain and cursing under her breath for forgetting her umbrella. She should have listened to her husband Spike when he warned her rain was coming.

She had worn her brown suede shoes to match her brown and pink pin-stripe suit and wished she could turn back the hands of time to change them. Knowing she was going to need a new pair once Mother Nature's tears seeped through the fine suede material, she wondered where she had purchased the Charles David must haves.

When she saw Spike's black Mercedes pull up to the front of the building, she contemplated running to the car to limit the amount of time her poor shoes would be subjected to the water torture but decided against it. Three-inch heels on concrete combined with speed would probably do more damage; so she decided to power walk the distance from the building to the luxury sedan.

In an effort to save her shoulder length blonde hair, Buffy used her brown leather briefcase to shield it from the pounding rain as she exited the building. Spike opened the car door and grabbed her briefcase, throwing it into the back seat. She was grateful for his assistance. Always the gentlemen, she thought, never remembering a time when he wasn't. Staring into his blue eyes, she addressed him. "Before you say anything...let me say...yes...you were right about the rain."

Spike smiled while waiting for his wife to put on her seat belt before responding to her comment. Once she snapped herself securely in place, he grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her fully on her glossed pink lips, still damp from the rain. "And hello to you too, sweetheart."

Buffy smiled like a teenager in love, complete with blushing and a tilt of her head as she enjoyed the feeling of pleasant stirrings in her lower regions. Ten years together and he still made her feel that way, she thought.

"I'm sorry. I'm just upset about my shoes."

"They're only shoes luv."

"I know but they're one of my favorite pair."

Spike smiled. His Buffy did love her shoes and he had to admit so did he especially her collection of come-fuck-me-pumps in all colors that lined the top and bottom shelves of her enormous walk in closet.

He placed his hand on her thigh and ran it down the length of her leg, stopping to massage the calf and ankle before removing the damp suede shoes from both of her feet. He turned up the heat in the car and placed them on the dashboard to dry. It wasn't quite winter yet, but there was enough chill in the air to warrant a little heat.

"Your shoes should be dry by the time we get home."

"But"

"I'll carry you inside." Spike interrupted, giving her a sexy smile. "We don't want those pretty feet of yours to get wet." Spike winked at her, amused and turned on by her blushing schoolgirl-with-a-crush look on her face.

Buffy could not object to what Spike wanted to do. Besides, the thought of him carrying her into the house would only add to the dampness forming in her panties. She loved it when his sensual side took over, his soothing sweet kiss and masculine touch had left her legs and feet trembling. The car wasn't the only thing getting heated as thoughts of fucking him entered her mind. She put her wicked thoughts to rest and relaxed into the soft black leather seat, watching him ease slowly into traffic, heading for more traffic as they approached the interstate.

Buffy frowned. "I guess getting home in twenty minutes is out of the question."

"Looks that way, luv."

Buffy watched him take his bottom lip between his teeth and let out a small sexually charged sigh when she saw the intense look forming on his face as he maneuvered onto the interstate and settled the car into position between a green late ford model truck and a white BMW. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. Spike had not aged in ten years. He still looked like the handsome young man she, at first disliked in her sophomore year of high school. She chuckled to herself, remembering how they would go out of their way to avoid being in the same room with the other, which proved to be quite difficult since they shared some of the same classes as well as friends. She and Spike were constantly being thrown together by others as if they knew something the two blondes didn't. Fortunately for them, their friends were right. She and Spike finally realized that they didn't dislike each other at all but were extremely attracted to the other.

She noticed his strong hands gripping the steering wheel as she imagined them cupping her breasts. Her eyes then traveled down to the front of his pants, searching for his cock. She was curious. Was it lying on the left or on the right? She couldn't tell because he wasn't hard but Buffy sure did like the way he filled his pants out. She licked her lips, which suddenly became dry as she pictured the erect power of it filling her, moving back and forth inside her like the wipers across the windshield.

When the rain started to come down harder, Spike increased the speed of the wipers and she smiled. Could he be reading her mind? She thought, as she focused on the wipers moving faster across the windshield, picturing him thrusting with equal rhythm. She chuckled out loud.

Spike looked at her. "What's so funny, luv?" He asked, interrupting her out of her wicked thoughts.

"Just thinking about something funny I heard at work today." She lied.

Spike smiled and used her comment to ask her about her day. She was animated in her speaking; holding his attention as he listened to her put her spin on words and expressions he knew weren't apart of the English language. He loved her spirit and youthfulness. It was mixed with a wantonness that excited him. It's been ten years and she could still make him harder than Chinese Arithmetic. He chuckled at the thought.

Buffy stopped talking. "Did I say something funny?" Realizing he had stopped listening to her due to his wicked thoughts, Spike cleared his throat and told her to proceed. She squinted her eyes at him and smirked.

Spike turned away from the road to look at her. "What?" he asked, his voice had a touch of guilt.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing"

"Liar" She replied under her breath low enough so he couldn't hear her. They were always on the same wavelength. Their ever-present passion seemed to flare up at the strangest times. He wanted her just as bad as she wanted him.

Buffy began to massage the inside of his thigh, giving him that look he knew all too well. He smiled and looked at her then at her hand, moving up his thigh until she was fondling his growing erection. Luckily, the traffic had the car on a halt and go, so he didn't have to pay too much attention to the road as he stared into her promising green eyes.

Buffy increased the pressure on Spike's cock. She wanted him and there was no way she was waiting until they got home. The traffic was getting worse and they were at a standstill. She unbuckled her seatbelt and continued to fondle him as she moved closer. She was beyond turned on and the smell of his masculine scent mixed with his expensive cologne only intensified the feeling. She nuzzled his neck and squeezed his cock through his pants and then used the tip of her tongue to blaze a path to his earlobe, where she sucked the tender flesh into her mouth before biting down on it.

Spike's eyes closed and opened, his breathing increased. Buffy knew what he liked. He pushed harder on the break and put the car in park then grabbed her, combining his lips with hers as their tongues found, probed and circled.

During their long tongued event, the cars up ahead had gradually begun moving.

Buffy shoved her small hand down Spike's pants, grabbing hold of his cock to squeeze and stroke it. He moaned into her mouth and unbuttoned her suit jacket. He fondled her breasts then cupped and squeezed them just like she wanted him to do.

Lost in the pleasure of the moment it took the sounds of honking horns to force their heated lips to separate. Spike looked in front of him, noticing the car in front of him had moved a good twenty feet. He tried to get his breathing under control to focus. He licked his lips and shifted in his seat before placing the car in drive. Once he moved up, he looked at Buffy, who was staring at him, panting with desire.

"We can't...not here...the traffic luv." Spike didn't know why he even bothered to say anything. When Buffy set her mind to do something, there was no stopping her.

She didn't respond. Instead, she pulled off her sheer nylons and lace panties and placed her legs on the dashboard. She hiked up her skirt and made sure he got a good view of her pussy, moistened by the heat of their passion. She played with herself while he watched, trying to keep one eye on her and the other on the road.

Spike tried to concentrate on his driving as the traffic began moving slowly but his horny wife was making it impossible. "If you keep that up luv, I'm going to crash the car."

Buffy ignored him, pushing two fingers inside her wetness. She closed her eyes and moaned from the penetration, her tongue moistening her lips. She knew it would drive Spike wild and to make sure it was working, she peeked at him, staring at her wet pussy and licking his lips.

"Spike" She whispered.

Realizing he was paying way more attention to Buffy than the road, Spike searched for an exit to a lounging area. He was sure there would be one up ahead as he veered into the far right lane. "Your going to be the death of me woman if you don't stop."

Buffy gave Spike a wicked smile. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and brushed them across her lips before sucking them into her mouth. She removed her legs from the dashboard and scooted over to Spike. He began slowing down, causing the other drivers behind him to honk their horns as they sped by aggressively, some giving him the finger.

He could smell the familiar odor of her arousal before it touched his lips. She kissed him and he didn't refuse her, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on the road. At one point, he let the car veer too far onto the gravel side of the road. The alarming contact forced him to tear his mouth away from the ORAL caress of her lips.

"Buffy" He managed to say before she claimed his mouth again.

Buffy knew what she was doing was putting them both in danger but her lust for him made her ignore reason. She parted her lips from his and quickly got out of the way but stayed close enough to unbutton and unzip his pants. She pulled his cock free and made herself comfortable between his hard flesh and the steering wheel. She grabbed the base of his cock and went down on him.

"Bloody hell!" Spike shouted and on instinct, his right hand departed from the steering wheel and landed on the back of her head. He needed to find an exit and fast because his breathing was affecting the parts of his body he needed to control the car. His eyes darted from one side of the road to the other, searching for an exit. His leg was weakening from the pleasure and adding pressure to his foot controlling the gas and if he increased his speed, he knew he would miss a much needed exit and after passing two of them, he had given up trying.

The hot intensity of his Buffy's mouth had won. He hissed in his breath and tensed when she deep throated him again. Successfully, he summoned the will to help him safely steer the car to the side of the road and then immediately put the car in park and killed the engine. He pressed the side button on the seat to push the driver seat back as far as it could go to give his blonde princess room to maneuver and take ALL of him into her mouth.

"Damn pet." He whispered and ran his fingers through her hair.

After realizing the car had stopped, Buffy raised her head to see where they were and before she could speak, Spike pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. She welcomed the kiss, opening her mouth to let his tongue explore. She tugged on his pants, prompting him to left up so she could get them over his hips and held still so he could push her skirt up to her waist.

Their lips parted as they stared into each other eyes, Spike helping Buffy lower herself onto his stiff cock.

"I love you," She said before he entered her.

Spike responded with the same three words but they were strained as he felt her hot quim envelope him. They both sighed when the flesh of their sexes made contact, the sexual que that led them to them to find their natural rhythm. Buffy was riding him with the ease of an equestrian, his strong hands kneading her soft bottom, stimulating her to increase her gallop.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asked, locking his arms under hers to press her firmly down onto his cock.

"God...yes" She whispered.

Spike removed her suit jacket and unbutton her blouse just enough to unclasped her bra. His tongue toyed with one of her peaked nipples before devouring it. Buffy gasped and looked down, watching more and more of her breast disappear into his hot wet mouth. The sight was erotic, bringing her closer to release.

Lost in the eternity of the softness of her breasts, Spike sucked and kissed them, pressing his fingers into the soft planes of her back. Slowly, he brought both his hands to caress the perky sensitive flesh before traveling to her hips, holding her firmly in place while she bounced up and down on his cock.

"Oh baby I'm going to come."

"I can feel it." Buffy wasn't the only one about the come. Her pussy tightened around him and seconds later they both shared an orgasm that left them shaking and trembling with satisfaction

"God woman I love you...you were amazing"

"Your weren't too bad yourself."

They kissed, feeling the love they had for each other spread to all the places unfulfilled.

Buffy lifted herself off of him and took her seat. Spike rolled down the back windows to release the sexual fog they had created from their knee buckling sex.

Buffy searched the glove compartment for some napkins to wipe up the excessive wetness from their mingled juices. She handed a few to him then watched, hungering for more, as he cleaned off his cock before tucking himself back into his pants. She then adjusted her skirt and buttoned up her blouse.

Spike waited until Buffy got herself situated before starting up the car again. He looked in his side view mirror. "Looks like we got company luv."

Buffy looked at Spike and noticed he was looking in the mirror. Instinctively, she turned around and saw the state trooper pulling up behind them. She giggled. Spike joined her in the giggling but stopped, as the trooper got closer to the car. He shushed her then changed the look of naughtiness on his face to one of innocent curiosity.

Trooper Riley Finn pulled up behind the black Mercedes sedan after observing it on the side of the road for at least 30 minutes. At first, he thought maybe the occupant was having car trouble but then he thought there was no way a car like that was having problems. He stepped out of his vehicle, placing his plastic protected trooper hat on his head. He walked up along side the car and waited for Spike to lower his window.

Riley lowered his head to get a look inside the car and right away he noticed the flushed attractive blonde in the passenger seat and then the equally flushed man. His eyes squinted and his nostrils flared, causing him to pull his head slightly back. "May I see your license and registration please?"

"Is there a problem..." Spike looked at the trooper's badge. "Officer Finn"

Riley didn't answer right away. He inspected the license and noticed the man had brown hair in his photo and not the shocking white blonde hair he had now. Next, he checked the registration to make sure it was up to date before speaking. "I observed your car parked here for quite some time and wanted to know if I could help."

"Everything is fine sir...my wife was feeling a bit under the weather so I pulled over just in case she needed to toss her cookies.'' Spike chuckled.

Riley looked at Buffy, who smiled weakly at him. "Are you alright mam?"

"Oh yes...I'm feeling much better...thank you for asking."

Riley handed Spike his license and registration. "I need you to move it along sir."

"Will do...thanks officer."

Riley stepped away from the vehicle and began walking towards his patrol car. Although he didn't let on, he was almost positive he smelled the remnants of sex inside the car.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop using my razor? Buffy snapped. "Why do you have to use my razor? Why don't you just get a new one out of the cabinet?"

"What the bloody hell is up your ass?" Spike said, annoyed with his blonde wife's bitchy attitude.

Spike watched as Buffy tried to remove his chin hairs from her razor, wondering why she was using her fingers instead of running the plastic razor under the hot water faucet. It didn't make any sense and neither did her behavior. She watched him three days ago use it without saying a bloody word. Now all of a sudden, it was big deal.

He waited until she finished with her endless questioning before speaking. "There aren't anymore in the cabinet because somebody forgot to put them on the list for the maid to pick up." Spike gave Buffy his winning argument smile then frowned and walked out of their sprawling bathroom.

Feeling stupid and knowing she needed to apologize, Buffy didn't. She didn't even know why she grabbed the stupid razor in the first place. What she wanted was her toothbrush but when she saw Spike's hairs stuck in the blade, she suddenly felt the need to express her anger and the thought to control it was an afterthought. She threw the plastic razor at the wastebasket, hearing it clink and not caring where it landed.

She reached for her toothbrush then realized she was out of toothpaste, something else she forgot to put on the list. Buffy huffed. She hated when she was on her period. Forgetfulness was one of the symptoms she could do without along with the headaches, the cramping, the bloating, and the moodiness. She walked over to Spike's side of the bathroom, looking for his toothpaste. He walked in just as she was about to put some on her toothbrush.

"Oh no you don't" he said, rushing over to grab his toothpaste out of her hand. "If I can't use your razor then you can't use my toothpaste." He grinned.

"Don't be so petty!" She snapped still maintaining her grip on the plastic tube.

Spike eyes widened in shock. "I'm petty". He said with emphasis to define her razor meltdown.

Failing to get what Spike was trying to convey and not even caring, Buffy yanked on the plastic tube. Spike smirked while they played tug of war with the toothpaste, knowing it would piss her off even more.

"Let go!" Buffy yanked the toothpaste out of Spike's hand without realizing she squeezed it. The white paste squirted onto her skirt. She looked down and her mouth widened.

"Look what you made me do...this will never come out and I don't have time to change!" Buffy had given Spike a look like she wanted to inflict violence on him.

"Me...you did it!" Spike was well aware the cap was off the toothpaste that's why he grabbed it from the bottom. Buffy held it in the middle. He watched as she scooped the paste from her skirt and applied a damp cloth to the small white spot. He hated it when Buffy was on the rag and this was only the first day he dubbed 'D Day'. He knew he should've stayed out of her way. She was a different person when she was menstruating, snappish, pissy and just all over the place. Spike felt sorry for her but he thanked God he was a man. He wanted to make her feel better and knew exactly what his wife needed.

He walked downstairs to use the telephone in the kitchen. He called Buffy's boss and told him she was too sick to come in to work today then he called his office and had his secretary reschedule all of his appointments. He sent the maid home for the remainder of the day and made his wife some hot tea with lots of lemon. He placed the teacup and saucer on a tray along with a fresh baked blue berry muffin the maid prepared before she left. He retrieved one of her favorite books by Laurel K Hamilton from the study, some aspirin, and a rose he picked from their garden. He headed upstairs with the tray and saw Buffy lying on the bed with her arm covering her eyes. She was still partially dressed for work. Her shirt was unbuttoned; she had not put on her shoes or brushed out her blonde locks. He placed the tray on the bed. "Buffy" He said in a low voice.

She removed her arm and looked at him without saying a word. She was still irritated. He could see it on her face but her pissed off expression disappeared when she noticed the tray on the bed and just like that, her mood had changed.

"What's all this?" There was a hint of excitement in her voice.

"I'm going to take care of you."

Spike helped her sit up, adjusting several pillows at her back. He placed the try on her lap then handed her the aspirin and the tea. He watched her swallow the two white tablets and sip on the tea before telling her she wasn't going to work today and neither was he. She smiled at him wanting to know what he was up to. He simply told her he was going to pamper her. He picked up the rose and tapped her on the nose with it then handed her favorite flower to her.

Walking over to the tall mahogany lingerie chest, Spike picked out a La Perla red silk gown adorned with French ivory lace. It was one of his favorites he purchased for her last Valentine's Day, which reminded him this Valentine's Day was only a week away. He made a mental note to return to the sexy store to purchase her something else.

He laid the red gown across the bed before removing the tray from her lap. "Stand up". Spike had given Buffy a seductive smile as he slowly began peeling off her blouse, stopping to caress her shoulders. He unzipped her skirt, helping her step out of it and placed it over his shoulder with her blouse, bra and silk nylons, leaving on her white cotton knickers. He lowered his head and gave her an Eskimo kiss then gently rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered. "Today is all about you, luv. Spike will make it all better. I promise."

Buffy shivered. Her husband's voice filled the room like his presence. The hint of passion in his voice left her ear burning and tingling as the words echoed throughout it. She watched him place the small pile of clothing on the suede chaise lounge then she eyed the red silky fabric and remembered wearing it last Valentine's Day including a few nights when Spike made her feel sexy and desirable, which was often but Buffy didn't feel that way now. She felt unattractive and bloated but she didn't question anything he was doing, knowing he was going to keep his promise.

There she stood partially naked and aroused but also a little embarrassed by the full coverage white cotton underwear. She didn't want him to see her wearing the hideous things or the puffiness of her usually taunt stomach, so she folded her arms to shield his view.

Spike stood in front of Buffy, sensing her uneasiness. He thought it was adorable and it made him hard. After ten years of marriage, the shyness of her youth still showed. He unfolded her arms and lowered his head to kiss her stomach. He gazed up at her. "You're beautiful sweetheart." He whispered, to make her more comfortable. Actually, he hadn't noticed the slight protruding of her belly until she drew his attention to it by covering up.

Buffy's feelings of unattractiveness began to melt away after realizing her husband could care less about her big white bloomers.

"Lift your arms, luv"

She did as he asked.

Spike lowered the silk gown, letting it fall into place before he began smoothing it over her curves.

Buffy's breath caught in her throat from the electricity of his touch. It kick started something inside her; she felt it from ankle to scalp.

He raked his long fingers through her blonde hair, loosing it around her face and gently tugging it to her shoulders. A gasp escaped his lips. "I love your hair especially the way it bounces when you're riding me." He whispered.

Buffy blushed and held her head down. She noticed his arousal and cupped him.

Spike's eyes closed from the feel of her hand on his crouch but today wasn't about him. He looked into her eyes, slowly moving his hands to outline her body, settling them on her hips. He pulled her closer then kissed and nibbled on her neck before gliding his tongue over the seal of her mouth. He didn't want to be invited in even when her mouth parted in anticipation. "Not yet", he whispered. Spike removed one of his hands from her hips to pull the covers back. He motioned with his head for her to get under them then placed the tray back in her lap.

"Finish your tea and eat your muffin, luv...I'll be back in a hour."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't you worry about that...just relax...catch up on your reading." He handed her the book then kissed her on the forehead.

"Call me on my cell phone if you need me."

Spike was back home in less than an hour. He had driven to the store to buy disposable razors and toothpaste. He didn't want to tell Buffy where he was going because he didn't want to bring back the memory of what happened earlier.

He removed his shoes before walking up the wooden spiral staircase. He didn't want the sound of his black hard leather shoes disturbing Buffy in case she had fallen asleep. When he entered the bedroom, she was still up and there was a huge smile on her face. His plan was working. Buffy was in a better mood but Spike wasn't done with her yet. He removed his clothes and joined her under the covers.

Buffy arched an eyebrow at him and he arched one back. He snuggled up to her and placed his hand on her stomach, moving it around in soothing circular motions.

"Did I tell you how sexy you are?"

"No"

"Well shame on me because you are." He bit her shoulder. "Very sexy", he said biting her shoulder again before lowering his head to her breast. He blew his hot breath on the center of the soft mound, watching the nipple pucker to life. He teased it, dampening the silk.

"What are you doing?" It was a stupid question but Buffy was surprised Spike was initiating sex with her on the first day of her period. Normally they waited a few days until she was almost off but she welcomed it because in addition to the mood swings and the cramps, she was horny too.

Spike didn't answer her because his mouth was too busy tonguing her nipple.

The sensation was wonderful, causing Buffy to toss her book hard and fast onto the bedside table. It skidded off and hit the white-carpeted floor. She palmed the back of Spike's head and tried to push more of her breast into his mouth.

Spike worked his way to the front of her, positioning himself between her legs. He grabbed her by the calves and pulled her closer to him. He pushed up her gown, loving the feel of silk against her heated skin then covered her body with his and kissed her, his erection pressing against her pad. He welcomed the unusual feeling and continued to penetrate her mouth with his warm tongue.

He pushed away the lace straps of her gown and then removed his mouth from hers to follow the path his hands had taken to her shoulders. He kissed them and proceeded to push the silk gown up further up her tanned legs. His mouth traveled there too, kissing, sucking and licking at her soft skin.

Spike's mouth felt like it was everywhere, stimulating her and triggering her red flow to mix with her arousal. Buffy helped him remove her gown and within in seconds, his hands cupped and kneaded her breasts then his mouth, making love to her nipples once again. He sucked and nibbled, over stimulating them until it became too much for her. The rosy hard centers were already tender and ultra sensitive during this time of the mouth.

Buffy cried out and fisted her hands in his head, wanting and not wanting him to stop.

"Spike...uhhnunnhhh...Spike...uhhhunnuu." Buffy was trying to get his attention but he ignored her until he bit her nipple and then she really shouted his name, startling him.

Spike looked up. Blue fire flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry luv, did I hurt you?"

"No" She lied only because the pleasure she got from it outweighed the pain. "Don't you think we should use a towel?" Towel or no towel this was going to happen Buffy thought. She just wanted to distract him and give her raw nipples a break.

"For what?" Spike questioned, breathing heavily.

Buffy didn't want to say it so she looked down.

Spike followed her eyes. "Oh" He was so turned on that protecting thousand thread count sheets was the last thing on his mind.

He looked at her passion-flushed face; her green dilated pupils, her kiss-swollen lips, and disheveled blonde hair. His eyes surveyed lower at her heaving chest, her ripened nipples, and her belly, rising and falling. Buffy was ravishing and he refused to leave her to retrieve a towel, not looking like that. He crashed his mouth back to hers. Their simmering passion resumed its level of intensity as their tongues slipped and curled, tasted and tugged on the other.

Spike lifted himself and gripped the wide elastic waistband of her white cotton knickers. He tugged once then gave Buffy a loving look. She smiled at him and he pulled them down, ignoring the thick pad and the red essence that slowly trickled out of her.

He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her clit, which startled Buffy, causing her legs to shake and clamp on his head. He parted them and held her still to kiss the harden point again. He was about to lift his head but paused. Unable to resist the taste of the forbidden, Spike licked up the slit.

Shock opened Buffy's eyes; she couldn't believe Spike had done that. The muscles in her pussy contracted as she wondered how much further he was going to go. Not that she would have stopped him but she did breath a sigh of relief when he backed away.

Spike could feel Buffy tensing so he resisted the urge to taste her some more. He looked up at her and said, "just curious, luv".

He crawled up her body and settled between her legs, easing himself into her red slippery heat. His forehead pressed against hers, allowing their breathe to mingle. Buffy was hotter, tighter and definitely wetter but that was to be expected. Spike liked this feeling much better and at that moment he decided to forego waiting a couple of days the next time. He began to thrust, listening to the exquisite wet sounds her quim was making between them. "Yes...just like I like it...nice, wet and plump inside." He whispered.

Buffy's legs and arms gripped him tighter to her as she rose and fell with him. Her morning had started off shitty and Spike turned it around for her, keeping his promise until his white essence mixed with hers.