Though Buffy did her best to put on a happy face during the first week she’d been home, there was one person she couldn’t fool... her mother, Joyce.

One night, when Joyce walked by her daughter’s room, she heard sniffling. Being a concerned parent, she peered through the half opened door to find Buffy hanging up the phone, her eyes puffy and red. After a long talk about love and the likelihood of long distance relationships working out, Joyce finally gave up and supported her daughter’s decision to hold onto her hope. When the first telephone statement came in however, her father was none too pleased to learn of Buffy’s involvement with a guy halfway across the world.

Hank wanted his daughter to stay focused on her studies and forget about ‘boys’ until after college. His concern only mounted, along with the outrageous cost of the phone bills, once Joyce explained the ring on Buffy’s finger, and he was fearful she would do something foolish to hang onto that love, like elope. After a heated discussion with his wife, coupled by a few threats she’d thrown his way, he promised to sit back and let nature take its course. He agreed that if they allowed Buffy to go to France periodically to see this ‘nice young man named William’, she wouldn’t dream of doing something so stupid as to get married behind their backs. As long as Hank had the final say - since he would be paying for this little romance to continue - when she could go, he conceded to his wife’s wishes to remain civil around their daughter whenever she brought William up in discussion.

The young couple’s summer of love and sexual discovery had been nothing shy of perfect. Even during times of disagreement, they weren’t able stay mad with one another for very long. Without his strong arms wrapped around her every night nor his warm smile to greet her each morning, Buffy didn’t know how she was ever going to survive the long weeks until she could see him again.

Anya was the lucky one. Both Xander and Spike were in their last year of school and once they graduated, Xander was returning to the States. He had relatives in California that he was currently making plans to stay with and find a job so he could be near Anya. Spike, on the other hand, had no way of coming to the States after finishing his studies. It was possible he could come once Xander was settled and had a place of his own, but the details were sketchy at best and they couldn’t predict the future that far out. For now, she would make plans to fly to France every chance she had a long enough break from school.

Buffy and Anya managed to secure a dorm room together despite being close enough to live at home while attending UC of Sunnydale. When they weren’t in classes or studying, both were online chatting with Spike and Xander or sharing telephone time so they could hear their boyfriends’ voices.

On occasion, when Buffy and Spike used instant messaging, he would ‘talk dirty’ to her, telling her all the things he wanted to do to her body if she were in his room right now. She was thankful Anya was out shopping during one of those times, because he had her so turned on that when she told him to ‘keep typing while I finger myself’, he typed back in all caps ‘CALL ME’.

“Hi, kitten.”

“Bonjour. Is Xander home?”

“Oui, but I’m in my room.”

“Make sure the door is locked then talk to me. I need you to make me cum, baby,” she cooed.

He smiled as he closed his laptop; he loved this wild side to his girl. “Can I cum too?”

“Only after I do,” she replied seductively. She smiled when he giggled. God, she missed him so much. She really hoped her father would let her fly to Paris during Christmas.

“I locked the door.”

“Good. Now take your pants off, lie down on the bed and start stroking that huge cock of yours.” She heard the sound of his zipper and rustling of jeans so she quickly divested her own clothing and lay down as well.

In a raspy, deep tone he asked her, “What would you like me to do to you first, Miss Buffy? Shall I, how do you say... fuck you ten different ways `til Sunday? Or, shall I bury my head between your gorgeous legs first? Eat that sweet pussy of yours `til you’re screaming my name.”

“Mmmmmmmm, I don’t care what you do, just as long as you do it.” He chuckled and asked what color underwear she was wearing. “What underwear? I gave you practically every pair I owned.”

“Now, now, that’s not true. I had to go through your suitcase right before you left in order to steal the rest.” He prided himself that she rarely wore any around him at all over the summer and that he had an entire drawer dedicated to the tiny scraps of silk and lace that she used to adorn her womanhood with.

“So I noticed, once I got home and unpacked.”

“What can I tell you baby? I've always been bad.”

“Don’t ever stop either.” The picture of his head tilting to the side, his scarred eyebrow raised was as clear to her as if he were here with her now.

“Whatever keeps you happy. Now,” he paused then lowered his voice to a lusty whisper. “Close your eyes and spread those tan legs of yours so I can have my way.”

“Mmmm, yes sir.” That man could make her cum from the sound of his voice alone, but she especially liked to hear him say things like this, take control, tell her what to do.

Before she got too comfortable, she quickly pulled out her planner, the one she carried with her at all times and propped it up so she could look at it while he sweet talked her into orgasm. She’d picked out her favorite picture of him, had it enlarged and taped it to the inside. One morning, right after he’d woken up, she snapped the camera without warning. The way he looked, the candid shot and the memory of their playful ‘romp’ after he scolded her was exactly the way she wanted to remember him, sex and innocence wrapped up in a sheet.





“I’m caressing your breasts now; kissing them lightly before I pull on those lovely nipples of yours with my teeth, then kiss my way down your belly and between your creamy thighs. I want to taste you.” He smiled when she moaned then commanded her. “Use one hand to play with that sensitive spot of yours and the other to fondle your breast, my love.”

“Ahhhh.” She did as he said, tweaking her nipple while her other hand found her clit, rubbing it slowly in circles. “Use that talented tongue of yours, please,” she begged.

“Oh I will, but not before I stick two fingers inside that warm, tight little hole of yours. Do that now for me, kitten. Stick two fingers inside yourself.” She gasped, letting him know she had. “Mmmm, I’m sucking on that special button of yours right now. Pumping my fingers in and out of your body, faster, faster...”

“Oh, God! Are you touching yourself right now, too?” She envisioned him taking his shaft into one hand, giving it long strokes.

“Yes, but I’m more concerned with making you cum than I am myself.” Just being able to talk to her like this, picturing her pleasuring herself had his hand moving faster and his mouth watering. “I’m going to place my mouth over you right now, start using my tongue to fuck you. I can feel your legs shaking every time I sink it deep inside. I want you to cum so badly, Miss Buffy. Want to taste your honey and tang slide down my throat.”

The rhythm of her fingers picked up and her other hand moved to join in, rubbing her hooded arousal furiously while listening. She closed her eyes, her mind envisioning his sandy locks tickling the inside of her thighs while his warm tongue plunged inside her.

“Are you getting close, my love?”

“God, yes. Oui!” It was amazing how quickly she was reaching orgasm. Any other time, when she was by herself, it took longer; but with his thick French accent and deep silky tone talking her into it, well, her body was having no problem getting to where it needed to be.

“Good. I love it when you tug on my hair, pull my face against you. Can you do that for me? Pull me closer to your heaven... cum in my mouth.”

“Ohhh, ahhhh, SPIKE!” That did it. Her body stiffened, fingers busy while her thighs trembled and hips rose off the bed.

“That’s it, kitten. You look so beautiful right now, taste so good...” Wow, he had to pat himself on the back for this one. He never would have guessed he’d have her cumming so quickly. Behind closed lids his mind saw her tiny body quivering under his mouth, her pretty face twisting in ecstasy. God he loved her, missed her, longed to hold her again in his arms. The desperate need he felt for her physical presence overwhelmed him. He’d sell his very soul just to be there in her room right now. He prayed everyday that she would be able to come back to France during winter break, that her father would let her. He needed to see her again, needed her like the desert needs the rain, to drink in her beauty with his thirsting eyes.

She sighed heavily. However gratifying that was, it was nothing compared to having the real thing. She still had a couple more months to go before she might be able to see him and it may as well be two years the way each day felt like a month spent apart from him.

“William?”

“Yes, Miss Buffy?”

“I want to suck your cock now. Will you let me?”

Oh shit! Would he let her? Silly girl, like he could ever say no to such a request.

“Do you want to fuck my mouth or...” she whispered low and sultry, “Would you rather fuck my wet pussy?”

“Christ! You know I’d never say no to your sweet lips wrapped around me, but I want to be inside of you.”

“Mmmm, I’d like that to. Come here, baby. Make your way up my body so I can spread my legs and let you in. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hand on you now? Guiding you, your thick shaft sliding in so my body can squeeze it, teasing you?”

Boy could he ever.

“Take me, Spike. Take me hard. Not because I want you to... because YOU want to.”

F: “Yes, want to fuck you hard, fast.” His breathing picked up along with the pace of his hand. “Going to shove my cock so deep inside you. Unhh. Over and over until I cum so hard you can taste it, kitten.” Wedging the phone between his cheek and shoulder, he used both hands on his aching member, grunting to his fantasy and her words.

Listening to him speak in his native tongue sent shivers of desire dancing across her skin, sinking deep inside her belly to swell with renewed need. She learned early on, that whenever he resorted to French, he was lost to his lust. She swore he didn’t know when he did that until she would ask him later for a translation, which by the way always led to more sex.

“That’s it, give it to me. I can take it, I need it. Want you to fill me up.” Her fingers went back to work on herself, striving along with her lover to find release.

F: “I love you so much, baby. Want you back here, with me. My body loving yours... every night.” He was near to cumming, but the emotions he felt whenever they’d made love in the past were always the same, spilling forth even into this moment and at this distance. They could be talking dirty, be rutting like animals in heat the entire time, but his heart and soul were always present. He gave them to her with every satisfying thrust, reveling in the knowledge she belonged only to him.

“Oooo, I’m almost there. Ahhh, I can feel you, uhnn, pounding... inside me. Faster, I need it faster.” Beads of sweat broke across her forehead, her hips pumping against her fingers. “I’m close, so close now. Cum for me, Spike, cum inside...”

Hearing her high pitched mewls, knowing she was experiencing another orgasm sent his need pulsing through him to shoot out in streams across his stomach. Low growls of pleasure soon joined her keening wail of ecstasy to sing a duet of mutual satisfaction.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The bashful side of William had all but disappeared by summer’s end. Buffy’s love made his self-confidence soar, bringing out the true man inside that lay hidden until she entered his life. He never looked at things the same way again as this newer version of himself projected a persona of indifference if it didn’t relate to Buffy or school.

Early in the first semester, a new student arrived from the British Isles, having transferred to finish her last year in France with a position as student aide in Spike’s English language class. He paid her no attention when the dark beauty approached him as he was walking out the door. Placing a hand on his arm, she spoke in an odd, almost riddle-like fashion that had him thinking she was beyond loony. He was about to tell her to get lost when she made reference to Buffy as “... the light of your summer that crossed the skies, taking your sunshine away to the west. She owns your heart as surely as you bought hers for the price of a pearl and a promise...’.

“Tsk, tsk,” she chided as he yanked his arm from her grip, “`M here to part your dark clouds I am. Reveal the path across your ocean.” She tugged on his arm to come talk with her some more.

As she ranted on, he wondered if perhaps she had some psychic ability because the unnerving descriptions she gave, of what ‘surrounded’ him, hinted too closely at Buffy. She kept talking as they walked the halls and out the doors of the university about his ‘physical façade that no longer mirrored the man beneath his skin’. Xander joined in the conversation and was just as baffled about her jumbled words as his friend was.

“What are you, some sort of clairvoyant?” Xander asked as they sat on the grass under a tree.

“Pixies, but call it what you will so long as you heed their message. They only speak if there is something to say. When they saw you,” she looked to William. “They screamed in my ear like a pack of banshees they did. Hurt mummy’s head and wouldn’t stop.” She pouted and rubbed her temples.

“Oooooookay. So what do you, ahem, the pixies have to say?” Again, Xander thought the whole thing was ridiculous. Sure, some things she’d said seemed to reference Buffy, but the girl was clearly off her rocker.

She smiled slyly at them both and placed a finger over her lips to ‘shoosh’ them then closed her eyes. For nearly a minute she swayed back and forth, her hands twirling to some melody only he could hear before stopping suddenly, her eyes opening wide, landing on William.

“Spike!” he exclaimed and laughed at William’s look of surprise.

“How did you know?”

“Mummy knows othing, it’s the pixies. They Qay you must shed your clothes and shade your hair. Then you shall be Spike both outside and in He knows how to bridge the gap over the raging seas that sepaate your soul from your heart.”

“So, what you’re saying is Spike has to get naked and wear a hat and THAT will help him get to California?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“The answer is no, Buffy and that’s final.” Her father stomed out of the living room, leaing his wife behind to clean up the mess of tears he’d left in his wake. Though she hadn’t asked to go to France until now, there was no way Hank was going to allow her to spend Christmas away from family. Joyce agreed with her husband on this one even as she consoled her sobbing daughter.

“Buffy, honey. Holidays are supposed to be spent with family. There’s nothing saying you can’t go during your next beak to see William.” She hugged her tight, sighing when Buffy’Q shoulders’ shook from her sobs. In a trembling voice Buffy explained she didn’t ask to go up until now so that she could be allowed to spend those two weeks with William, that spring break was too far away.

“He doesn’t want me to be with William. He’s never going to let me go is he?” Wiping the tears from her face, she folded her hands in her lap and looked to her mother.

“It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you happy, sweetheart. He’s worried, like any father would be over his little girl getting her heart broken if things don’t work out over time.” She patted her hands reassuringly. “You’ll be able to go for spring break, I promise. He won’t say no when he hears what I’ll do to him if he tries, okay?” She spoke in soothing tones until her last statement, smiling to help lighten the mood. Buffy nodded and threw her arms back around her mother.

The promise didn’t make her feel any better. To add several more months to her already long wait was going to drive her insane. Her mind was already scheming of ways to get William to come here. She could use her Christmas allowance and claim it’s what she wanted. Her father might be furious, but after Hank discovered Spike would be staying in her dorm room, she was sure her father would insist that he stay at the family’s estate. That’s what she wanted to happen. After they met him, got to know him better, they would see. They would see how special he was and how much they loved each other. Surely that would put her parents at ease.

“I have to go back to the dorm, Mom. I’ve got a paper to finish before tomorrow’s history class.” She suddenly felt a whole lot better about having a plan. So what if she wasn’t going to be allowed to go to France? If she could bring Spike here, at least they would be together again. That’s all that mattered. She wanted to phone him right away, so she excused herself early instead of staying for the ritual, Sunday family dinner.

Little did she know that her plan would never be realized.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Kitten, please don’t cry, you know how that makes me feel. If there were anyway I could get out of my holiday commitment to my family I would, you know that. Please, baby, please don’t cry.” He ran a hand through his platinum locks, wishing more than anything that he hadn’t lied to her.

They talked a few more minutes before he said he had to go, that there were things he needed to do before going to class. As soon as he hung up, he grabbed his long, black leather duster and looked towards his guest that still sat patiently on his couch waiting for him.

F: “You ready?” He took her hand and placed a chaste kiss to it.

“Oh yes, the pixies are most ready. We will have such fun my Spike.” She cackled on the way out of his apartment. Xander sat there watching the pair smile at one another, shaking his head disapprovingly.


A/N: I’m ducking now from the stoning I’m sure to receive, lol. Yes, I’m playing evil, but as always... trust me. I realize this is a completely different angle than that of the prequels, but look beneath the surface a little harder and you just may figure out my ploy. It is and will be spuffy, much sooner than you think.

Drusilla had transformed his look completely. Gone were the khaki pants, oxford shirts and wire-rimmed glasses of William’s past. In their place was a closet full of black jeans and T-shirts, a leather duster and a pair of contact lenses to see his new world through. They’d become quite close over the last several weeks. Everywhere they went girls swooned over his good looks and devilishly handsome smile. The new bad boy persona had them flocking in herds even as Dru curled her arm possessively around his and shot daggers at them with her eyes. He didn’t mind the attention at all; in fact, he found it amusing that the same women who previously thought him unworthy of a second glance were now propositioning him. They would coo and bat their eyelashes at him, offering up tantalizing views down their sweaters as they bent over his desk during classes. He turned every last tempting offer down however, no matter how beautiful or voluptuous they were. He knew where his loyalties lay.

These last few days before winter break had him so busy between finals as well as other paperwork needing to be turned in before the end of the semester that he both wanted and needed Dru by his side. His dark princess was his guide and he followed her without question. It was too bad that Buffy had to be the one to suffer in all this. He knew he should just come out and tell her the truth, but he convinced himself it wouldn’t matter. She would figure it out in due time and that was how he preferred it to happen. No amount of talking on the phone was going to prepare her for the shock over the drastic changes he’d made in his life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Again?” Buffy asked, frustration lacing her voice. She huffed and nodded her head. “Tell him that I called... okay, here’s Anya.” She handed the phone off to her friend so she could speak to Xander then plopped down on her bed.

The last few weeks it seemed harder and harder to contact Spike. The normal times he was supposed to be home or online he simply wasn’t there, wasn’t anywhere to be found. Sure they both had finals but he could have at least shot her an IM saying he was thinking about her. It was now five days before Christmas and they’d spoken a grand total of once in the last three weeks and only three times online. This was the fifth time she’d called this week alone when he was supposed to be there and again... no Spike. Xander said he was probably at the library, which seemed to be a recurring excuse lately.

She heard Anya laughing away and rolled onto her stomach, bunching her pillow beneath her head while staring up at Spike’s picture on her night stand. She couldn’t shake the feeling that he was avoiding her even though their last few conversations seemed normal. Was she losing him? Had her parents been right in saying that long distance relationships usually didn’t work out? Had he found someone else to replace her with now that they’d been apart for so long and he knew he wouldn’t see her till spring? Maybe he couldn’t hold out on having sex now that...

“Buffy!” Anya called out. “Spike just got home, you want to talk to him?” She held the phone out, smiling.

“Spike?” She asked excitedly, relieved when he answered her with his usual greeting.

“Hi, kitten. I’ve missed you.”

Everything seemed normal. He was chattering away like his usual self, saying he loved her, telling her he’d mailed out her Christmas present over a week ago and it should be arriving at her parents’ house any day now. Buffy scolded herself. Her senseless worrying was for nothing. He was still hers and everything was... what was that in the background?

“Did I just hear a woman’s voice ask you where she left her purse?” There was no mistaking it was a woman’s voice, and though she shouldn’t have panicked she did. Stay calm, Buffy.

“Y-yes. She’s a fellow student from my English class. She comes here to tutor me.” Uh-oh! He wasn’t entirely lying but it sounded so lame when it came rushing out of his mouth. Only problem was, would Buffy buy his explanation? Her voice instantly took on that of a jealous lover. Hell, he’d be jealous too if the tables were turned.

“My naughty Spike.” Dru shook her finger at him for fibbing. Unfortunately, Buffy picked up on hearing that, too.

“What the fuck was that, William?” He started stammering, repeating what he’d said. Since when did another woman call him Spike? More importantly, why had she called him ‘my’ Spike? It was a nightmare come true.

When she didn’t believe him he offered to let her talk to Dru, to which she instantly refused.

“How could you?” Her eyes welled up with tears. “Why couldn’t you have just told me?”

“Buffy, I...” The next thing he knew Anya was back on the line and he could hear Buffy sobbing in the background.

“Put Xander back on the phone, William... NOW!” She gave her boyfriend a piece of her mind and told him he had his own explaining to do after she saw to her heartbroken friend. “We’ll talk later.” She hung up the phone and immediately went to console Buffy, trying to convince her that maybe, just maybe, everything was as William had told her. Buffy refused to listen however, the comment this woman had made was too suggestive that they were somehow ‘involved’.

“Thanks a lot, Dru. Now look at the mess I’m in.” He knew she was loony, but not bothering to whisper when she’d made her little comment?

Drusilla pouted and walked up to him, placing her finger to his lips to quiet him. “Don’t be mad with mummy. She’ll get over it.”

Anya watched as her best friend packed her bag to head home earlier than planned.

“If Xander ever wants another orgasm, he’ll tell me what’s going on. I’ll get the truth out of him, Buffy, I promise.” She couldn’t believe William would do something like this or that Xander would keep it a secret.

“Don’t bother,” she sniffed. “I’d rather not know the details.” Flinging her backpack over her shoulder, she opened the door to leave. “Call me when you finally get to your parents’ and we’ll go do something, okay?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy was just getting settled in her old bedroom when her mother came knocking on the door.

“Come in.” While she sat on her bed flipping through a magazine, her mother walked towards her, a huge smile on her face holding something behind her back.

“Surprise!” She revealed a brown package, clearly marked air mail from France. Handing it over, she watched as Buffy took it not with excitement but instead just stared at it with sadness. “Oh Buffy, dear. I know you’re still upset over not being able to go to France. Maybe I can convince your father to arrange a trip sooner than spring break. Maybe take a four day weekend to go see William?”

“That would be nice, mom. Thanks.” She couldn’t tell her what happened, at least not yet. She was still in shock and now here sat his present in her hands. The one he probably felt he had to send. More than likely he was going to wait until after Christmas to let her down.

“Aren’t you going to open it, dear?”

“No. I think I’ll wait.” Her mother patted her hand and moved off the bed to leave.

“I can tell this boy really loves you, Buffy. I know it’s only been a few months, but, well, it seems so far I’ve been wrong about this relationship not lasting. And for that I’m sorry. I do hope that next summer perhaps your father and I can make our own trip to Paris and meet this young man of yours.” She smiled at her daughter then left the room.

Looking at the package, she contemplated throwing it away. Seconds ticked by as she weighed the decision against the possibility that maybe she had jumped to the wrong conclusion. She didn’t want to believe that he’d found someone else. He wasn’t supposed to be like all the other guys she’d known, he was supposed to be different, he was her sweet William... was.

Her fingers trembled as she opened it. She reasoned that her mother would ask what he’d given her and so she had to at least look.

A red jewelry box and a folded piece of parchment were the only two items the package contained. Deciding she may as well read what he’d written, she opened the cream colored note first.

Miss Buffy,

I wanted to give you something a little more personal than just a gift, something that comes directly from my heart. I will never claim to be a poet, but decided to try my hand at it to convey just what you mean to me.


Grey is my mood since you have left
This country will never be the same
Your scent remains and I have wept
A thousand tears in your name

You found me, I was not looking
Met a boy, made the man
Awakened desire, alighting a fire
I bloomed in your tiny hand

Undress me, possess me, devour me whole
A willing victim, I played your role
You hold the power, wield all control
Command my desire, dominate my soul

A pearl of love binds you to me
The symbol of my promise
I will come to you from across the sea
And in your arms find solace


I cannot wait to see you again, my love. We’ll be together soon, that is my promise to you.

Forever yours,
William

Tears streamed down her face. How? How after he’d written such beautiful words could he throw their love away for someone else? She wanted so much to believe he was still hers that it was tempting to ignore what she’d heard over the phone. It took a box of tissues and several minutes to get her emotions under control. She knew when she opened his gift there would be more tears, but it was best to get it over with now... so she could get over him.

Gorgeous. It was a long string of pearls with matching earrings but they were simply gorgeous. She ran her finger over their smoothness before closing the lid on them. Her eyes welled up again as she placed everything back inside the brown envelope and tucked it away in the drawer of her nightstand. Curling up on her side in a tight ball, she let her tears fall unchecked, weeping over the loss of her one true love until sleep came to claim her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The holidays were over and second semester’s classes had begun. Buffy had planned on dropping her French 102 course. One semester had proved difficult enough to pass and with William out of her life there was no reason left for her to continue. She knew the first week would be the busiest time to try and drop that class for another and of course, as luck would have it, she couldn’t get an appointment with her career counselor any sooner than next week. Meanwhile here she was, sitting next to Anya for the first class, wondering how her friend ever talked her into coming. It not only seemed pointless, but hearing those around her chatter away in the language of love only made unwanted thoughts of William and his betrayal dance in her head.

With her chin resting in her right hand, she listened with disinterest as the professor discussed this semester’s curriculum until he asked them to take out a piece of paper to jot down some notes. She was greeted with William’s picture upon opening her notebook. In her misery, she’d forgotten it was still taped in there.

Staring at it, every memory she had of him since they’d first met came rushing at her, along with a set of emotions she’d tried desperately to forget over winter break. She sighed heavily as she peeled the tape from each corner. It would definitely need to be thrown in the trash as soon as class was over. Placing it face down on the desk, she felt Anya jab her in the side and point in the direction of the front of the class.

The professor was going on about some exchange student from France that would be available as a tutor to any student experiencing difficulty throughout the semester.

A guy who’d been sitting in the very front row stood up slowly and turned to face everyone. Buffy didn’t pay much attention to him at first. He looked like some punk rocker from the seventies with his dark clothes, silver jewelry, long black leather duster, combat boots, platinum hair... her heart caught in her throat as she focused on his face. He looked like Spike. She closed her eyes, shook her head in disbelief and opened them again to refocus on this man. Was this some kind of cruel joke from the powers that be? That this guy, who clearly couldn’t be William, had his cheek bones, his stunning blue eyes?

She just kept staring at him, not even hearing what the professor was going on about. What right did this man have to look so much like Spike? As he looked around the room at various people, she kept telling herself ‘no’, it wasn’t possible. He would never wear such clothes or paint his fingernails black or... Oh, God! He was looking right at her. She quickly put her head down, embarrassed. He’d caught her staring at him. She spared a brief glance up to find him still looking at her, a slight smile on his face. He probably thought she was ogling him or something because he was incredibly good looking... just like Spike. After a few seconds, she spared yet another glance back to the front of the room. His eyes were fixed on her, unmoving, making her feel as if she were naked.

She couldn’t take it anymore; she had to get out of here. This guy, looking like Spike, was staring at her and she just couldn’t breathe. She felt lightheaded, sick to her stomach and her heart begged that tears be shed over this cruel coincidence.

“Miss Summers, where are you going?”

Everyone stared at her when she accidentally dropped her books on the floor in her rush for the door.

“I-I don’t... feel very well, Professor. I’m sorry, I-have-to-leave.” She made a hasty exit before he could say anything else and walked as fast she could down the long hall, never hearing the male voice that repeatedly called her name.

“BUFFY!” Damnit. Xander was right, he never should’ve tried to hide this from her, he should’ve have told her what he’d been up to. The poor thing reacted to him as if she were seeing a ghost. He gained on her as she reached the door and tried a different tactic to get her attention.

F: “A pearl of love binds you to me.” She stopped dead in her tracks. “The symbol of my promise.”

The words spoken in French were what stopped her first; the second was that voice, that familiar voice. Turning around slowly, the man who’d been staring at her in class took small, tentative steps towards her.

F: “I will come to you from across the sea.” He stopped in front of her and placed a hand to her cheek. “And in your arms find solace.”

“William?” Tears filled her eyes.

“Please don’t cry, Miss Buffy, please. I’m so sorry, kitten. I should have told you, I know that now but I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“But-but... that woman.” She backed away from his touch and saw the hurt reflected in his eyes at her actions.

“Dru is just a friend, I swear to you. I spoke the truth, she was my English tutor.” He could see she wasn’t completely convinced. “Dru is... not exactly all there. She’s very smart but also very child-like.”

“I don’t understand. She called you ‘her Spike’.”

Her voice was so shaky and full of hurt. He did his best to explain to her there was never anything between him and Dru.

“She thinks of me as a brother, a little brother that needed looking after. The truth is she’s the one that needed looking after and so I did, I had to. I owe it all to her that I’m even standing here now.” He reached out to touch her again but she flinched and it cut straight through his heart like a knife. “The first time I met her she talked about you, before she even knew I had a girlfriend. She’s like a clairvoyant because she knew things, said things, gave details she couldn’t have known about you and I.”

He was talking animatedly now, a look of desperation on his face.

“She helped me Buffy, helped me to get transferred here. She went through the process herself and helped me. Please understand. I did this for you, for us. I couldn’t stand being away from you any longer. Please believe me, Buffy.” He was the one ready to cry now. He couldn’t lose his Buffy, not now, not after everything he’d done to get here.

“So... you didn’t cheat on me? With her?” She watched his eyes turn glassy as he shook his head emphatically.

“I would NEVER do that to you, Buffy. I-I... I love you.”

His voice choked from emotion on those last three words, telling her he spoke the truth. She dropped her books and launched herself into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

“Do you know what you put me through? I should hate you right now, should never forgive you.” She sobbed openly while he held her tight.

“I’m so sorry. It’s my fault, all of it. Xander said I should have told you from the beginning but I didn’t want to. There was a chance my transfer wouldn’t be approved even though I was doing everything I could to make it happen. I didn’t want to disappoint you, to get your hopes up and when I found out I got accepted I was so busy getting ready to move and-and I just wanted to surprise you.”

She nodded into his chest. Yes, she could understand his reasons.

“Please forgive me, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you. I’m so sorry, so sorry.” Total relief flooded his system when she drew his face down for a gentle kiss.

Her hands slid under his duster to run along his chest. God, he felt so good, even better than she remembered. He tried to slip his tongue between her lips, coax her into a more passionate kiss but she shied away from him.

“I’ll forgive you on one condition.” She stared into eyes, clearly seeing all the love he felt for her.

“Anything, Miss Buffy. Anything at all, just tell me and it’s yours.” He watched her smile turn sexy and mischievous.

“Remind me just how much you love me. Right now!” She winked and slipped her hand between them to rub his cock with the palm of her hand.

His manhood sprang to life the instant she touched him. “Ahh,” he gasped under her touch... it had been far too long. He grabbed her hand while his head swiveled left and right, searching frantically for a closet, a dark corner, hell, anywhere where they could be alone until he felt her tug on his sleeve.

“My room.” He nodded and yanked her out the door, forcing her to squeal over his enthusiasm.

Hand in hand they began running across the campus grounds until he took the lead and practically dragged her along, he was in such a hurry.

“Spike, Spike, WAIT! You don’t know where I live.” She laughed her head off when he stopped to scoop her up and started running again, telling her to just point.

Reaching her dorm, he set her down and pulled the door open to let her through first.

“This way.” She pointed towards a stairwell and took off running ahead of him.

She giggled and screamed in delight every time he made a grab for her as she bounded up the stairs, saying he couldn’t have her if he couldn’t catch her.

They reached the second landing where he was finally able to catch her around the waist, scolding her with kisses while pressing her up against the wall, rubbing his body against hers until she was panting in his arms.

“Which floor? You better tell me or I’ll take you right here, kitten.” He grabbed her bottom, giving her shallow thrusts with his hips so that she knew he meant business.

“Ohhh, mmmm, fourth, ahhh, I think... yeah, fourth.” She couldn’t think straight as he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck while grinding himself against her center.

“HEY!!!” He suddenly reached behind her knees and threw her over his shoulder, taking two steps at a time along the remaining two flights until they reached her floor. Thank God she wasn’t wearing a skirt.

“What room?” He swung her around, looking down each side of the hallway until he heard her say ‘404, to the left’.

He finally had to set her down so she could unlock her door, but it didn’t stop him from reaching around her waist to cup her mound.

“Hurry,” he breathed in her ear then reached his other hand around to undo the button and zipper that stood between him and his hard earned prize.

“Ohhh, William. St-stop that.” She was fumbling with her keys when she felt his hand slip inside her jeans. He held her hip with one hand while the other sought out her opening with his middle digit. The muscles of her womanhood instantly clamped down around his finger as he began sliding it in and out rhythmically.

“Tsk, tsk,” he chided. “Don’t say things you don’t mean, kitten.” He kept pushing his finger in and out of her, losing himself in her slick heat, pumping his hips against her soft, round bottom.

“People will see,” she defended herself, still fumbling with her keys, he had her so distracted. His breath was hot next to her ear and she shuddered from the low rumble of his voice.

“Let them.” He nipped at her lobe then slid the hand on her hip up and under her shirt to grasp her breast. "They’ll be so jealous when they see what I’m going to do to you. And do you know what that is?” He smiled as she whimpered. “I’m going to push your pants down right here, unzip mine and slip my cock inside that hot little pussy of yours. Then I’m going to fuck you so good and hard you won’t be able to sit right in your classes for a week.”

“Oh GOD, YES!” She’d welcome the hurting as long as she could feel him inside of her again, and again, and again.

“So unless you want your dorm mates to see that, I suggest you open the door.”

She forced her eyes open and struggled once more with the lock, successfully this time.

She went in first and ran to her bed, bounding on top of it and flipped on her back in time to see him flash her that sexy smile of his as he locked the door behind him.

He slowly, very slowly stalked towards her, shedding his duster and T-shirt along the way, allowing them to drop to the floor at random. He unbuttoned his pants and smiled when she started taking off her own clothes. God, she was a sight for sore eyes. Beautiful, tan, luscious curves... he could hardly wait to bury himself inside her beautiful body.

She lay there in her underwear when he finally crawled onto the bed towards her with a feral gleam in his eye, completely naked and fully aroused.

“Why are you wearing underwear?” He stopped to hover over her belly.

“I wasn’t expecting you?” she offered. She gasped when he lowered his mouth to one hip and pulled the tiny bow that held her panties in place with his teeth.

“You know I’m keeping these, right?” He trailed his tongue lightly over her hip and across her belly to take apart the other bow in the same manner.

“AHHHHH!” Without warning, he placed his palms under her thighs and pushed her legs back toward her head. She lay there helpless as he spread her wide open and moved in to place a long, hard lick with the flat of his tongue, moaning into her center.

“I missed this so much,” he spared the words before pushing his tongue in deep, feasting on her juices as she thrashed above him.

She fisted her fingers into his hair and yanked him away from her.

“No foreplay, not this time. Need you now, Spike.”

The look of lust in her eyes was overwhelming to him as he allowed her to pull on his hair until they were finally face to face, her legs winding themselves around his hips, her back arching, reaching to make the connection they’d been denied for so long.

“Beautiful Buffy, I just wanted to please you. I’m going to treat you so good... in and out of bed that you’ll never want another.”

“I love you, William, but right now I just need to feel you inside me. Please? Just fuck me.” She looked into his eyes and saw he still wanted to play as he kept moving away from her attempts at making contact with his erection.

“Such a naughty, kitte... HEY!” The little minx somehow flipped them over so she was straddling him. Damn she was strong and, “Ohhhhh, YES!” She took hold of his shaft and sank herself down on it until he felt the swollen folds of her sex touch the base of his cock.

Grabbing his hands, she pinned them over his head and rocked her hips over his.

“Mine!”

He gulped hard. She a wild look about her, a very determined look as she marked him with that one word.

“Yes, Buffy, I’m yours. Yours and yours alone.” She visibly relaxed and let go of his hands to sit up straight. All he could do was watch her, completely mesmerized as she swiveled her hips over him in a figure eight, closing her pretty green eyes and letting her head fall back, open-mouthed and panting.

He reached up and touched her breasts, gently brushing her nipples with the tips of his thumbs. Her skin felt so soft and yielding under his touch. She looked down at him just as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

Placing her hands on his shoulder, she gave in to the tender kiss he placed to her lips, loving the feel of his warm strong arms as they banded around her waist, helping her to rise and fall over him. The change in angle struck the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her and she used her knees to start moving faster, breaking away from the kiss to speak.

“Make me cum, William.”

He pulled her harder into his thrusts, working his hips a little faster, trying to give her what she wanted. Burying his face in her hair, he raised one hand, threading his fingers through the soft locks to hold her close just so he could breathe in her unique, delicate scent over and over again.

“Faster, baby, please?” she begged as she could feel her womb start to tighten.

He couldn’t comply with her request in this position so he rolled her onto her back, determined she would get what she asked for.

“Yes, yes... mmm-ahh, more... harder.” He was right, she wasn’t going to be able to sit right for a week the way he was pounding into her, but damned if she planned on attending any classes this week now that he was here. She was going to chain him to her bed, hold him hostage until they’d made up for all the time they’d lost being apart.

His hands were on the bed supporting his upper body away from hers and she drank in the sight of him as he moved above her; his eyes closed in concentration, mouth open and panting harshly with each rapid thrust, he was the most beautiful man she’d ever lay eyes on and she was never going to let him go.

Her walls started fluttering around him, signaling her impending orgasm. Reaching one hand under her waist, he pulled her away from the bed and into his thrust, slamming his hips into hers even harder, trying to strike her clit with each movement. He knew her body well and even the long months hadn’t clouded his memory of what exactly got his girl off.

She almost couldn’t breathe. He began growling when he brought their bodies even closer with his arm. Her gaze had been fixed on the ceiling as she felt her orgasm creeping up on her, building slowly at first, until she looked across the room. The tall mirror affixed to the door revealed his gorgeous ass, muscles clenching with every thrust, his broad back and shoulders pouring all his strength, everything he had into pleasing her.

Her body stiffened as her walls closed in around his cock, squeezing him until his eyes rolled up in his head. He lowered himself, pressing his chest against hers, searching for her hands to interlace their fingers together and let himself go just as she screamed his name, still pumping his hips to keep her cumming while stream after stream of his hot pleasure coated her passage.

It took many ragged breaths from each of them to regain their voices. Buffy was the first to speak.

“You missed class.”

He chuckled as he raised his head to look at her. “So did you.”

They giggled some more until he rolled them onto their sides, her hip over his, still joined.

“You know something? I wasn’t even going to go to that class this morning because I decided to drop it.”

“And miss the opportunity to have me privately tutor you? Why Miss Buffy, I’m shocked.” He raised one sexy eyebrow, making her laugh.

“Speaking of... what’s with the shocking white dye job?” She ran her hands through his hair. “And the all black outfit and nails and...”

He tilted his head to the side and interrupted her. “What? You don’t like it?” He pushed his bottom lip out and pouted at her.

“Oh God, no. I-I mean YES. I love it... actually. You look amazing, hot, sexy... just, well, why the change?”

“I guess I just felt so different from my old self after meeting you, that I wanted a change. I’m glad you like it, kitten, but if you want, I’ll change back.”

“Don’t you dare! I don’t care if you came here with dread-locks,” he chuckled at her. “Okay, maybe not so big on dread-locks, but I just... can’t...” She sighed heavily as she ran her fingers down his cheek.

Closing his eyes, he took her hand in his and kissed the tips of each of her fingers in turn before placing a warm and gentle kiss into her palm.

“You’re here. You’re REALLY here and I’m not just dreaming.” He looked up at her with his soft blue eyes, making her melt.

“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered, his expression turning serious. “I’ll never leave you, I promise.”

“I love you, too.” He held onto her hand and kissed her sweetly before pulling back in surprise.

“Where’s your ring?” He held her hand out for inspection. He could see there was a tan line from it, but she wasn’t wearing it.

She looked at him, guilt ridden that she didn’t have it here. “I thought we were through. I’m so sorry, I’ll go back to my parents and get it tonight, I promise.” He smiled at her but shook his head ‘no’.

“It’s alright, please don’t feel bad. Besides, I think it’s time I replaced it. Don’t you?” She had the cutest nose when she wrinkled it in confusion.

“Someday I suppose.”

“How about right now?” He’d been waiting for just the right moment, and since it seemed to present itself, he couldn’t wait to show her.

“R-right now?” Her eyes went wide; he couldn’t be serious could he?

He pulled out of her and got off the bed, looking around for his duster.

She sat up and watched him retrieve something from his jacket then come back to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m nervous as hell right now, but, well... I can only hope and pray you understand.” He held out a tiny white satin box and opened it to reveal the antique. As she stared at it, her hands flew up to her mouth, so he said it before he could lose his nerve completely. “Will you marry me, Buffy?”

She nodded her head twice then dropped her hands to her lap. “Yes,” she whispered then threw her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear. “A thousand times, yes.”

He held her tight for a few seconds more then pulled the ring from the box once she’d sat back again.

“It was my great, great grandmother’s. It’s stayed in my family to be handed down to the women that take my last name. You already know that my father passed away two years ago and when I told my mother I was coming here to be with you, she insisted I take it, offer it to you. I-I realize it may not be the ring you have idealized but... and I’ll buy you another if...”

“William, it’s perfect. I don’t think I COULD ask for a better ring, or to follow in a more beautiful tradition.” She kissed his cheek. “It’s perfect, you’re perfect.”

He smiled as she allowed him to slip the ring on her finger. Holding her hand up so they could both inspect it, they smiled together as the single square diamond shone brightly in the sunlight that streamed through her window. The smaller, round diamonds that surrounded it were set within a lace styled pattern of spun white gold that spoke of an older era, one steeped in a tradition she was proud to uphold in his family’s honor.

“When do you want to get married?”

She gave him a sly yet serious smile. “Ever heard of Las Vegas?”


A/N: I do hope you all enjoyed the last chapter in this little trilogy. I decided to end it here because if I kept going, it would turn into something it was never intended to be. Have a great week, smoochies.