Spike and Buffy walked beside each other in Restfield cemetary for another excruciating night. It was hot, sticky, and the idea of being naked seemed to be a happy alternative on everyone's mind. Buffy had taken to sneaking out after Riley went to sleep and "accidentally" running into Spike for patrol. She didn't want Riley getting hurt on patrol, so she found a way to leave him out.

The second night she had snuck out she ran into Spike at the entrance of Restfield. They'd followed the same routine, with no words about it exchanged, almost every night since.

They knew they were supposed to hate each other. That was the beauty. They rivaled each other so well. They couldn't really physically fight anymore, but even their verbal matches were tied well. When Buffy would pick a fight with Riley he would either be a sexist pig, or he would back down like a puppy. Spike seemed to know when Buffy needed that release.

Kind of like tonight. Buffy was picking fights about anything and everything, just to get herself riled up.

"You aren't honestly defending that the punk movement has any base in talent right?" Buffy looked at Spike condescendingly

"You're damn right I am! What's wrong with punk?" Spike was indignant

"It's just a bunch of guys playing three cords and screaming about doing drugs, drinking, or about that girl they like."

"It is not!"

"I wanna be sedated" Buffy yelled at Spike in defence, secretly really enjoying this.

"Anarchy in the U.K.!!" Spike defended right back, secretly enjoying this.

"Oh please, that song was a nice idea I'm sure, but they just wanted anarchy so they could do anything they wanted without being hasseled by the cops."

"Obviously you haven't lived in a currupt society!"

"Welcome to Sunnydale baby." Buffy defended about to burst out into laughter, Spike was really getting into this one.

Spike clenched his jaw in anger then realizing Buffy had a point. If Sunnydale wasn't corrupt then chocolate milk was made from brown cows.

"Tuche...and speaking of, I think we're scaring all the game away."

"You're calling it game now? We're not hunting Buffalo." Buffy was starting up a new pointless bickering match. She was antsy tonight. Spike could see it.

"No we're not hunting Buffalo." Spike said and stopped walking. Buffy looked at him.

"What?" Buffy asked defensively.

"What's wrong?" Spike asked putting to use his patented head tilt.

"What do you mean what's wrong?" Buffy crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

"I mean what's wrong. Something is obviously bothering you." It wasn't a question.

"Really?" Buffy decided to use anger now.

"Yes really. You know you don't want to fight over ice cream, or punk music, or whether or not we're hunting Buffalo. No matter what I say, there is a defense to it. What's wrong?" Spike knew for a fact that Buffy harbored a love for old music that she wasn't willing to share with the world. She never minded when he put on a Ramones record, or the Pixies when he was at their place. He was worried that something was really bothering her. They always fought, but she was in rare form tonight.

"We always fight, how is this a surprise to you?"

"Well, we don't always fight over nothing. Especially stuff you don't even mean."

"I actually like those songs." Buffy admitted.

"I know you do." Spike took a tentative step forward and smiled at her genuinely.

Buffy was nervous. The temperature was hot enough as it was. The fact that she was feeling flushed at his proximity, and that her heart seemed to be beating wildly didn't help the situation at all. She was dying in her long skirt and tank top. How could he be wearing that coat, with that shirt...so tight...and those long pants. How was he surviving.

Then she remembered the lack of body heat. Lucky vampire.

"So...why don't you tell me what's wrong?" Spike backed up to lean on a mosoleum that was close by.

"It's just." Buffy began walking towards him and pacing in front of his sexy leaning. 'It's just so hot, and I'm so tense and so unfocused and confused about everything. And it's SUMMER and I'm not supposed to be worrying about anything but I am and it's stupid." Buffy stopped in front of him and pouted.

"What are you worrying about?" Spike tilted his head slightly again.

Buffy knew why. She wanted to jump him right now. She had wanted to for a long time now, but what was she supposed to do, he was an evil vampire and not her boyfriend. You can't just do that. Of course she couldn't tell him that, so she slowly tiptoed around the truth, just to see how he felt.

"You know Riley doesn't know I'm here." She looked at Spike and then past him.

"Well, I figured. But of course he doesn't know, we arent' meeting on purpose, it just happened." Spike was flat out lying.

"Number one. I don't just mean patrolling with you. I mean he doesn't even know I've left my bed." Spike looked mildly surprised by this. "Number 2, who are we kidding? We meet at the same time and same place everynight unless we leave to go patrolling together on purpose. This isn't an accident." Buffy stared at him this time, wanting him to know that she was just as much to blame and she knew it.

"Well...uh...well." Spike fumbled.

Buffy took a step forward, only an inch away from him now she asked, "Why do you meet me every night?"

"Why do you meet me?" He asked breathily as he looked down at her.

They both stared at each other for a long moment wondering whether they should walk away or give in. Knowing Buffy would fight the war in her head forever, Spike decided to make the move.

"Fuck it." Spike said hurriedly as he grabbed her and pushed her against the mausoleum. They looked into each others eyed for a tiny moment before Spike lowered his head and locked into a passionate kiss. They both opened their mouths at the same time to dance with their tongues. Always tied, they both thought.

Buffy quickly lifted herself up and wrapped her legs around Spike. He could feel the heat of her body all over him, especially the mounting damp heat between her legs.

Spike lowered his head down further to kiss Buffy's neck. "you're so hot baby." he whispered against her skin, meaning it in all ways.

"I'm dying...I need, I need these clothes off." Buffy panted against him, meaning it in all ways.

Spike was quick to ablige. He lifter her tank top over her head leaving a lacy black bra there, as Buffy pushed off his duster and lifted his tight black shirt to reveal his chiselled body.

They both stared for a moment, and then resumed kissing each other's body's. Spike found his way to Buffy's colarbone as she playfully nipped at his neck, making him moan against her skin.

Spike wrapped his arms around Buffy;s back and unhooked her bra. She followed suit and unbottoned his jeans. With the zipper still up, he ripped off Buffy's panties with her skirt now up around her waist.

Buffy now undid the zipper of his jeans and took out his cock with her small hand. She gasped at his size and he gave her a smirk.

"You're honestly looking at me like that?"

"Can't help it, I'm cocky." Spike quiped, quite aware of the pun

"that you are." She said staring at his cock.

"What do you want baby?" Spike asked in a husky tone.

"what do you think?" Buffy was annoyed, she had been waiting for this forever, she didn't want to be wasting time.

"You gotta tell me."

"Spike!" buffy yelled.

"you gotta" he continued with a smirk.

"Spike..." Buffy whimpered.

Spike looked Buffy in the eye, "you just have to say what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I want you in me now." She told him warningly. "Fuck me Spike."

The second she said his name he was in. He pushed his full huge cock all the way in her pussy in one quick motion causing them both to gasp in surprise. He pulled out slowly and then ramed his whole cock back inside Buffy. Staring into each other's eyes the whole time.

After a minute the rhythm started to quicken and both were losing control. Spike kissed Buffy's neck down to her perky boobs, sucking on her nipple with vigour.

"uunnhhh" Buffy moaned as he came back up to nip at her neck with blunt teeth.

"Harder." Buffy moaned intensly. The words making Spike bite back a moan as he pounded into her harder.

"Faster baby, uuuunnnhh." Buffy moaned losing controlling. This time spike couldn't hold back the moan.

"You're so tight Buffy." He moaned into her neck as he pounded into her, harder and faster.

"Oh you're so big baby, uuuunnnnhhhhh."

Spike continued to pound into her trying to keep control until he could feel the muscles of her pussy moving around his cock.

"Im cumming soon baby." Buffy told him

"Me too, Buffy. Ah, so hot, so tight." He hissed.

"Oh yeah baby, Fuck me, oh god i've been waiting for this."

"Me too. Unnhh. An eternity."

"I"m cumming Spike! Ah! UUUNNNHHH!! Oh Yeah, Harder, uuhhnn Yeah!! Oh YEESS SPIKE!"

Buffy was beginning to cum down when spike let out his release with a cry of Buffy's name.

They both fell against each other panting.

"So is that why you meet me here every night?" Buffy asked with a laugh.

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Possibly to be continued. I'll wait for the reviews.

It had been a week since Buffy and Spike had done...what they had done, and Buffy could not stop thinking about it. She was currently walking by the mausoleum that was the site of their encounter.

So many things had been going through her mind. Embarrassment that Spike had seen her that way, and could make her want to be that way. Guilt because she did have a Riley at home waiting for her. But mostly she would just go week in the knees when she thought about it. Drool often threatened to appear and wetness to her center always did.

Of course she hadn't seen him since. She couldn't imagine what she would say. Or what he would say and how she would respond to it. Either way words would need to be exchanged and she simply couldn't imagine that.

She was leaning on the very spot of their consummation when she heard that sexy familiar voice from just a few feet to her left.

“Fancy meeting you here” he told her with a mischievous smile.

Buffy just stood there aghast as she went beat red. The only thing she could say was “Wow you’re so British…and old.”

“You’re forgetting sexy,” he told her in his deep voice as he took a step toward her.

She quickly stopped leaning on the mausoleum and sprang forward saying, “I’ve never called you sexy.”

“But you’ve thought it,” He told her leaning against the mausoleum in her place and lighting a cigarette. “Why so jumpy love?”

“Not jumpy, just…alert. One needs to be alert when patrolling.” Buffy replied awkwardly.

“Does one?”

“Yes.”

“You haven’t met me for days” Spike stated, slightly serious with a good amount of sexy teasing.

“That was unofficial. I’ve been busy.”

“You didn’t say it was unofficial last time” He told her with a wry smile, “In fact the reality of it led to very different things.”

“Hence the not meeting again.”

“Why not?” Spike pouted.

“You do know I have a boyfriend don’t you?”

“Yes I do,” Spike told her as he took and aggressive step forward. “But it seems that what you need is a manfriend.”

“You’re not a man,” Buffy reminded him taking another step back to regain her personal space.

She of course had difficulty keeping it as Spike continued to follow her as she backed up.

“No, I’m not, but that’s just more fun.”

“No it isn’t.”

At that point Buffy ran into a large tombstone. Spike used the opportunity to ascend on her in two steps and pin her to the tombstone by putting both his hands on it on either side of Buffy.

“You know it is Buffy.”

Hearing him say just her name made her wet.

“Ooh I smell something good,” Spike smirked as he looked down toward where it was coming from.

“You’re disgusting.”

“Yeah, but it’s making you hot.”

Buffy couldn’t think of a good comeback, he clearly knew she was wet and nothing she could say would convince him otherwise, unless maybe she had a gland issue of some sort. Though at that point he would probably ask for a doctor’s note.

“What do you want from me Spike?” Buffy asked getting weaker by the second.

This time Spike leaning in close and whispered in a husky voice, “Exactly what you want from me.”

At that point Buffy’s knees actually did get weak and she fell directly into Spike who in turn toppled over along with her.

Spike quickly sat up on his elbow’s staring at an embarrassed Buffy and asked what that was all about. Buffy couldn’t answer with anything but getting redder. How do you tell your mortal enemy that not only does he get you hot, but also he gets you so hot that it makes you weak in the knees?

“Actually never mind, as long as we’re down here…” Spike finished by grabbing Buffy and rolling her on top of him. She landed straddling him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spike!” She shouted as she tried to dismount him. He grabbed her by the hips and held her there over his crotch tensing his muscles and she struggled against him to get away.

“You know you want me Buffy, just give in.” He told her in his sultry voice. She looked him in the eye with fire, but still tried to listen to reason.

“It’s wrong…I have a boyfriends and you’re evil and this is not how a proper slayer should act and – “ Buffy was quickly cut off by her own moan as Spike reached between them to rub his hand on her hot center just over her panties under her skirt. “oooh…mmm…I mean no!…oh god Spike.”

“That’s what I like to hear pet, just leave out the ‘no’ next time,” He told her as he started stroking her more vigorously.

Buffy continued her verbal protest as she started grinding against his hand and his growing hard on. “But…oh…this….mmm….is….OH….wrong!”

“Live a little Buffy.” Spike told her as he reached up her shirt to squeeze her bare breast with his free hand.

With that she agreed with a simple breathy “okay” and she began bucking against him more wildly.

He removed has hand from her wet core and used it to help the other remove Buffy’s shirt. He reached his head up to capture one of the rosy nubs in his mouth. Buffy cried out when he started flicking it with tongue as he flicked the other with his finger.

“You like that?”

“Mmm yeah.”

“Good baby.”

It was getting to be too much for Buffy. She needed him now. She sat back still on top of him and started undoing his pants telling him to take his shirt off.

“As you wish goldilocks.”

“Oh I wish” Buffy told him just as she freed his throbbing cock from his tight back jeans. She pumped it a couple of times while she stared at it in awe.

“Never seen one that big before me have you?” Spike asked knowing it had to be true.

“Nope” Buffy said just before licking her lips.

“You want on?”

“Oh yeah.” Buffy told him scooting back up his legs to take him in. As she leaned forward to position herself, Spike took the opportunity to take the other nipple into his mouth and suck, eliciting a sexy yelp from the slayer lowering herself onto his throbbing dick.

Buffy gasped as the head moved in. She slowly lowered herself onto his cock until she was sitting upright staring into spike with amazement in her eyes that he returned equally. Steadying herself with her hands on his toned chest, Buffy began to move up and down on Spike moaning with every new thrust.

Spike moved his hands all up and down Buffy’s body occasionally guiding her hips to move faster or harder.

Now she was riding Spike at a gallop and screaming at the top of her lungs. Spike up and began to kiss her with more passion than he ever thought possible while he reached one hand between them to rub her clit and the other one to attend to her aching tits.

Buffy began to ride him more erratically bringing them both seconds away from the climax.

“Buffy look at me.”

Buffy locked eyes with Spike, continuing to ride his beautiful cock into oblivion.

“Stay looking at me.”

“Mmmm…Okay”

“Keep going baby”

“I’ll never stop….oh my God I’ll never stop.”

Spike put his forehead to hers as she continued her ministrations on his cock and he continued his on her clit.

“Spike!”

“Buffy.” Spike purred.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it.”

With a passionate kiss and relocking eyes Buffy came all over Spike, bucking and shaking while he rode out his bursting in Buffy’s core. He toppled backwards and Buffy toppled on top of him with him still in her.

“So you’re telling me you’re going to let Riley stop that from happening.”

“I’m not going to let anyone stop that from happening.” Buffy assured him as she rested her head on his chest, sated and content.