Title: My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: None of the
BtVS characters belong to
me.
Summary: Buffy is missing romance
in her life. Spike aims to fix that
problem. Who said a vampire can't
be romantic?


***************


Part one...

"So...what did you do last night?" Buffy placed a cup
of coffee on the table in front of Anya and took a seat
across from her. "It being Valentine's Day and all."

Anya reached for the sugar bowl and dumped three
spoonfuls into her cup. "He brought me roses and
champagne and THIS!" She lifted the gold chain from
around her neck and showed Buffy the heart shaped
pendant hanging from it.

"Pretty," Buffy dutifully admired.

"Yes," Anya agreed. "And valuable as well...the gold
standard being what it is these days. Always a good
investment."

Buffy looked at her. "Right. I suppose it is." She
hesitated a moment. "Um, Anya...I don't mean to sound
critical...but do you think you might be concentrating
too much on the value, instead of the meaning?"

Anya took a sip of her coffee, looking slightly per-
plexed.

"I'm just saying," Buffy plowed ahead, "that when you look
at it from that...perspective...it kinda takes away from the
romance."

"But there WAS romance," the other girl insisted. "Romance
and jewelry."

Buffy sighed. "Then tell me about the romance instead of
the re-sale value."

Anya frowned, thinking hard. "Oh! I know! He took me out for
dinner...and dancing, too. Better?"

The slayer smiled. "Much."

"Then we went home and had..."

"I know," Buffy said, cutting her friend off. "Very romantic
there, I'm sure," she said wistfully.

Anya continued to prattle, completely unaware that Buffy
wasn't really listening, but was searching her memory,
trying to call up the last romantic thing her man had done
for her.

"All right," Anya said briskly. "Since this is our girl-friendly
bonding ritual, you have to tell me what YOU did last night.
Then, we compare notes."

Buffy shrugged. "Nothing special."

"No roses? No champagne?"

"Nope."

"No sex?!" Anya was aghast.

"Oh, yeah," Buffy assured her. "There was sex." Her eyes
became soft and dreamy. "Incredible sex." Shaking her head
to clear it, she added, "It's just that...Spike's not big on the
romance...you know, the hearts and flowers stuff."

"Ohh...that's not good?"

"Don't get me wrong," Buffy said quickly. "He loves me...but
a hundred and some odd years of being a vamp doesn't
really make for the romance."

"But the sex was good?" Anya asked about the subject
second dearest to her heart.

"Oh, sure. Extremely good. Wild, in fact."

Anya leaned closer. "Tell."

Buffy shook her head. "I couldn't."

"But you have to," Anya insisted. "That's what girl-
friends do...share all their juicy secrets."

"Yeah?"

"I told YOU about Xander...do you want to hear more?"

"There's more?" Buffy laughed. "You've already been pretty
descriptive."

"That's what I mean. Now, it's your turn to descript."

"Describe."

"Yes. Do that."

It was a tempting idea, letting Anya know just how spectacular
her sex life was. Buffy knew that, no matter how terrific Anya
might consider Xander to be in the bedroom, Spike could outdo
him without even trying.

Just thinking about the things he was able to do to her body
made her squirm in her chair.

Sexually, Spike was a strong and demanding partner. There
was nothing tentative about him.

Impetuous and wild of heart, he thought nothing of approaching
her at any time of the day or night, slinging her over his
shoulder and carrying her off to the nearest bed.

He had unbelievable stamina, and a practically non-existent
recovery time, often ready to go again while she
was still coming down from her climax.

Spike knew what she wanted before she even knew it
herself, and he always gave it to her, making sure that her
pleasure came before his...or at the very same time.

** Lucky slayer...Very lucky slayer.**

"Well," she began, leaning over in a conspiratorial way, "he's
a demon, you know. In bed and out. Just a wild man...if you
know what I mean." She settled into her chair and smiled. "You
think you and Xander get it on in a lot of different places? You
wouldn't believe some of the places we do it."

Anya's eyes grew round with amazement, inspiring Buffy
to go on.

"In our bed." She began a list. "On the kitchen counter...in
an elevator...in the shower...the bathtub...various cemeteries...the
restroom at the Bronze...the basement of the Magic Box...the
last row in the movie theater...women's fitting room in
Macy's...the men's fitting room in Macy's...on the slide in the
playground...top row of the bleachers at the high school, DURING
a football game..."

Buffy was lying now, but she just couldn't help it. "Shall I
go on?"

"No. No," Anya frowned, jumping to her feet. "I have to go
home now."

"Oh...well, goodbye," Buffy called to Anya's back as she
ran out the back door.

**Better brace yourself, Xander. You got NO idea what's
heading your way.**

Smiling a little, Buffy collected the dishes and stacked them
in the sink.


******************************

Spike stood in the hallway outside the kitchen, listening
to Buffy and Anya's conversation.

He hadn't planned on eavesdropping, but the slayer's
words had captured his attention and kept him from
joining them.

**No romance? Christ...I've been falling down on the job.**

He'd had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing as
Buffy recited her list of their supposed trysting places,
half of which were blatant falsehoods.

**You want romance, love? I'll show you romance. I'm
gonna make sure we check off every location on that
list of yours.**

Clearing his throat to alert her to his presence, he
walked into the kitchen. Without a word, he pulled her
close, slipping one arm around her waist and tilting her
back over it, then kissing her until she was breathless.

When he finally straightened her back up, she gave
him a dazed look. "Wow," she said, her eyes a little
glassy. "That's some 'Good Morning' you've got there."

Spike shrugged. "Want to start the day off right."

Buffy twined her arms around his neck. "Who needs
vitamins when you're around?" she laughed. "Do that
again."

He obliged her, keeping the embrace gentle. Pulling
back after a placing a series of light kisses all over
her pretty face, he smiled down into a pair of green eyes
that were big with surprise.

**Romantic!** He struggled to keep a tight grip on his
rampaging sex drive. **Keep it romantic, stupid!**

"Boy, you must have had some good dream last night,"
Buffy said, sliding her arms around his waist.

"Well...yeah," he replied. "I always dream about you."

She gave him a knowing smile. "So...what were we doing
and where were we doing it?"

Spike cast around in his mind for a lie. "We were...dancing."

Buffy opened her mouth to make a suggestive comment, then
stopped when his words registered. "Dancing? Just dancing?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, leaning back against the kitchen
counter. "Just dancing. Kind of romantic, it was."

Her eyes sparkled beautifully. "Romantic? Really? Well...tell
me about it."

Oh, great. Tell her about it? There was nothing to tell.

Still...he hadn't survived for over a hundred years without
being able to think fast on his feet.

"Tell you about it? Right...uh...we were dressed real posh. You
looked sensational in a long red dress...cut kinda low in the
front."

"Yeah?" she encouraged him.

**Think...think...think...** "You had your hair all put up
with...with hair things." As he warmed to the subject, he
became more expansive. "We were in this big ballroom...the
only ones there. And, um...there was music playing...but we
were alone. I danced you out on to a terrace. The moonlight
was shining in your hair...and I kissed you...and told you how
much I love you."

Stepping back, he took both her hands in his and looked
at her seriously. "You DO know how much I love you...don't
you, baby? Even if I don't say it all the time?"

"Of course I do," she said, smiling up at him. "I love you, too."

He leaned down and kissed her sweetly. "Listen, luv...I know
I forgot about Valentine's day. Let me make it up to you to-
night. I'll take you out somewhere and romance you a little."

Buffy nodded eagerly. "Oh, I would love that."

"It's a date, then?"

"It's a date!"


TBC.....

Whatcha think? Too corny?

My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne



AN: The writers of the quotations are
credited at the end, but for the purpose
of the story, pretend that Spike wrote
them for Buffy. I'm sorry, but I just
couldn't go along with the 'bloody
awful poet' thing (which is what it
would have been if I'd tried to write
it) so I found something nicer.


Part two.....


The doorbell rang at a quarter to five, just as she
was finishing painting her toe nails a deep crimson.

Buffy hobbled to the front door and opened it to find
a boy of about seventeen or so standing on her porch.
He looked tired, and when she saw the long white box
in his hands, she knew why.

"Buffy Summers?"

"That's me."

He handed her the box, then whipped out his pad
and pen. "Sign here."

As she was signing her name, she smiled sympathetically.

"Working hard?" she asked.

The boy sighed. "I still haven't recovered from yesterday,"
he said. "I was delivering flowers until almost midnight."

Returning his pad to him, she grabbed her purse off
the telephone table and fished out a five dollar bill. "Well,
at least you must have gotten paid overtime, right?"

The boy yawned, showing a frightening amount of
silver fillings. "Yeah. Scored big on tips, too. But I'm
too tired to spend any of it."

Sending him on his way, she pulled off the ribbon
that was holding the box closed and lifted the lid.

Roses. A dozen of them. Long stemmed and plump,
they were creamy white, with a blush of pale pink
tinting the soft petals. Buffy removed them from their
tissue paper bed and raised them to her face, inhaling
the scent.

Romance wise, Spike was off to a splendid start!

After placing the delicate blooms carefully on the
coffee table, she opened the small card.


'Take your love and embrace it with your
heart, giving as only you can;
It will renew in it's beauty,
As when love first began.
Growing in the warmth of your heart
As graciously as God has chose,
Showing it's tenderness to the world,
As does the beauty of the rose.' *


"I was wrong," Buffy murmured, scooping
up the flowers and cradling them against her
chest. "He CAN do romance."


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

The doorbell went off again, just as she climbed
out of the bathtub. Wrapping her terry cloth
robe snugly around her damp body, she headed
downstairs.

"Buffy...Summers?"

"The one and only."

Standing before her was 'David', and according
to the logo on the van in her driveway, he worked
for a high end liquor store with an extensive wine
cellar. He handed her a bottle, then requested
her signature.

She closed the door, examining the label: 'Veuve
Clicquot...1996...Brut Rose'.

There was a frothy red ribbon around the neck of
the bottle, with another small card attached.

"Seductive, fluid movement
Dancing close as one
Soft touches,
Your fingers brushing against my skin
Small hands cupping my back
Legs intertwined
Lost in the rhythm

Anticipating the promises of this night
Like champagne bubbles in my blood." **


"Where has THIS Spike been hiding all these
years?"

Buffy felt a little sorry for Anya. She had gotten
the roses and champagne, but there was no way
Xander was romancing her with this kind of
poetry, his preferences tending to lie in the "There
was a young girl from Nantucket" form of verse.


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


She studied her reflection in the mirror, and was
pleased with her results.

Her make up was perfect. Two different shades of
shadow blended together deepened the green in her
eyes. She'd used a dark brown liner to enhance
their size, followed by several strokes of her mascara
brush.

Still carrying the remains of her summer tan, she
put nothing on her face but a slight dusting of rose
blush. Her lips were a glossy scarlet red.

After washing and drying her hair, she'd curled it
into soft waves that framed her face, then pulled it
back on one side with a sparkly slide comb.

She stepped into her red silk dress, then fished
around in her jewelry box for her garnet earrings.

The doorbell rang.

Buffy felt an excited shiver chase up and down her
spine at the sound.

When she threw open the door, she was surprised
when there was no one on the porch.

But...there was a box sitting on the welcome mat.

Small...black velvet...card attached.

She read the card first.


"My heart is bound to yours by golden chains
forever forged to last in love's hot fire.." ***


Buffy flipped back the lid of the small box and
gasped out loud. Nestled in velvet, there was a
delicate gold chain bearing a heart shaped locket.

As she fastened the clasp, she smiled at the memory
of something she'd said to Anya about Spike not
being big on romance.

**Stupid slayer,** she chided herself.

When it came to the subject of romance, he could give
lessons on it!

**Lucky slayer! Very lucky slayer!**


TBC.....

* Quotation by Sonji Rush
** Quotation by Windsong
*** Quotation by Michelle Chapman

My Spuffy Valentine
Part 3




Spike didn't bother ringing the doorbell when he
showed up. He would have felt silly standing outside
a house he practically lived in himself, knocking for
admittance.

Besides, he loved surprising Buffy.

Flinging the door open with a flourish worthy of Don Juan
himself, he spotted the girl of his dreams standing in front
of the hall mirror, admiring the gold necklace dangling between
her breasts.

"Well, look at you," he murmured approvingly. "God...I'm
the luckiest man in Sunnydale tonight."

She favored him with her prettiest smile, spinning in front
of him to show off her dress. "You like?"

"I definitely like," he agreed. From where he had it hidden
behind his back, he produced a large, heart shaped box of
chocolates. "Almost forgot the sweets for my sweetheart."

Buffy's eyes grew huge. The box was deep red velvet, with
a border of red lace running around it, and a red satin bow
on top. It had to be at least ten pounds worth of candy!

Taking it from him, she placed it on the coffee table. "Thank
you," she said happily. "For the candy, and the flowers, and
the champagne....and for this." She lifted the gold locket,
cradling it in her fingers. "It's just beautiful. The most romantic
gift I've ever been given...and I love it. I love YOU!"

"I love you, too," he said, sliding one arm around her
waist and pulling her close. "I hate to ruin your make
up, darling, but...I can't help it."

He kissed her passionately, not waiting for an assent
or a denial.

When he finally released her lips, she looked up at him
with starry eyes. "I can always redo my make up."

"Oh, well...in that case..." Swooping in again, he kissed
her even more thoroughly.

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

"You look nice," she said, as he led her down the porch
steps to his car.

He really did, too. That suit he was wearing looked like
Armani. Black silk. Seriously expensive.

His shirt was crisply white and tailored for him. Gold
cuff links set with stones of jet black onyx held the french
cuffs together, and his tie was a heavy silk splash of deep
pewter against his shirt.

He seated her in the passenger side of his black Jaguar,
and as she sank into the plush upholstery, Buffy couldn't
help but compare it with the car he'd driven into Sunnydale
years ago.

Although he had cleaned it up considerably, Buffy had never
liked riding in his De Soto. It just reminded her too much of
Drusilla. So, when his first book hit the New York Times bestseller
list, he had taken her out and had her choose a proper car for
him.

A year later, when his publisher had paid him a fortune for the
sequel, he bought a townhouse close to the ocean. The rest of
the money was put into a high interest bearing account, and that
interest produced more than enough money to live well on.

With his third book in the series very close to completion, the
money he'd be expecting would send his account through the
ceiling.

Their massive popularity with both critics and readers made them
a mother lode of cash, far outselling anything Anne Rice had ever
even dreamed of. Actually BEING a vampire allowed him to include
details in his stories that had never been heard of before.

Literary critics applauded his "breathtaking imagination", never
having a clue that imagination had almost nothing to do with it.

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

"Where are we going?"

"Out to dinner...then, maybe some dancing..."

"And then?"

He grinned at her. "Home for champagne and chocolates."

Spike deliberately kept silent about any other possibilities. The
evening was about romance, not about sex. Although, with her
looking the way she did, that would be a hard thing to go through
with.

Pulling the car into the parking lot of the Chart House, he
gave it over to the valet and walked Buffy inside. He'd greased
his last minute reservation with the the promise of a heavy tip,
and they were seated immediately at a corner table overlooking
the harbor.

The candlelight danced in the waves of Buffy's hair, and he
mentally kicked his own arse for not doing this sooner. Just
look at what he'd been missing!

Champagne was ordered and poured, and appetizers were
chosen. After the waiter headed to the kitchen with their
dinner order, Spike re-filled the champagne flutes and handed
one to Buffy.

"You know, luv...I don't think I say it as often as I should,
but...I do love you. You're my whole world. You always will be."

Buffy tilted her head and smiled. "You may not say it
often...but you sure do say it well."

After their glasses touched lightly, they threw back the
wine in one swallow and then laughed.

"Having fun, kitten?"

"Oh, god yes! It's all so...so...."

"Romantic?" he ventured.

Buffy nodded. The champagne was making her a little
fuzzy and warm. Slipping her shoe off, she trailed her toes
up the front of Spike's leg. "Romantic....and sexy."

Spike just looked at her calmly. Buffy so rarely had
anything alcoholic to drink, that he sometimes forgot how
cute she could be when she got a little buzz going.

"Where you going with those little toes, Slayer?"

"Ohhh...just slliiiding 'em up the front of your pants. Does
it tickle?" she asked hopefully.

"Terribly," he affirmed. "Go higher."

She placed her foot on the chair between his thighs,
then inched up a little further. "My," she said, locating
the bulge behind his zipper. "Someone wants to come out
and say hello."

Thankful for the long tablecloth, Spike leaned back in
his chair and allowed the foot job she was giving him.

The waiter suddenly reappeared, carrying a tray. As he
began placing plates in front of them, Buffy started to
retract her foot.

Spike had other ideas. Grabbing hold of it, he rubbed
her sensitive instep against his erection, refusing to
release her.

Buffy yelped out a high pitched giggle, then turned
bright red when the waiter looked at her. "What?" she
asked, hoping to forestall any comments. "I'm okay."

Well accustomed to patrons being slightly intoxicated,
the young man didn't reply beyond a murmur of he "hoped
they enjoyed their meals" and to "please let him know if
they required anything else."

"We're fine," Buffy said, fanning one hand at him and
peering owlishly at his name tag, "...Scott. Oh, wait," she
added, giving Spike an appealing look. "Can we have more
champagne?"

He nodded. "Anything you want, luv. S'all for you tonight."

Right at that moment, he was finding her so completely
adorable that had she requested he go to France and harvest
the grapes himself, he'd have given it serious consideration.

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


"How's your dinner, kitten?"

"Oh," Buffy nearly groaned. "So good. I haven't had lobster
in ages." She dipped a forkful into the drawn butter, then
offered it across the table. "Taste."

Spike leaned over obediently and ate the morsel, staring
straight into her eyes as he let the fork slide slowly out of
his mouth. "Hmm. You're right."

He looked down at the prime rib on his own plate, then
cut off a bite that wasn't quite as blood rare as the rest
of it.

Buffy opened her mouth and his fork slipped in. When it
came back out empty, she licked the juices off her lips and
let her eyes drift shut. "Mmmm...yummy."

"All right, you win hands down in the sexy eating portion
of the evening," Spike observed, tugging at the knot of
his tie.

Opening her eyes, she tossed him a sassy grin. "I wouldn't
say that just yet. The evening's still young."

Her comment fanned the flames of the lingering arousal
he'd been maintaining ever since her little foot had crept up
between his legs. "You almost finished?"


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


"Aren't we having dessert?" Buffy asked, trotting behind
him as he dragged her into the area of the restaurant set aside
for dancing.

Since it was the day after Valentine's day, they were nearly
alone on the dance floor.

"Sure, we are," Spike said, stopping in the middle of the floor
and pulling her close. "After I dance with you."

The music was soft and sexy, and the lights were turned
down low. The romance factor soared to a new high.

He took Buffy's hands and kissed each one, then slipped
her arms up and around his neck. His own hands traced
lingeringly down her sides before coming to rest on her hips.

This was something he absolutely loved doing; dancing with
Buffy. The first time he'd seen her had been on a dance floor,
an image that was burned indelibly into his memory.

Even then, on that long ago first night, he'd wanted her. And
not just to kill.

He remembered circling the dance floor, his eyes glued to
every movement of her supple body. The sway of her hips
had fascinated him, and every time she'd shaken back that
thick mane of honey brown hair he had wanted to plunge his
hands into it and hold her still as he devoured her tasty
looking mouth.

How a sixteen year old girl could have such natural sensuality,
he hadn't been able to comprehend. But she had it in spades
and he'd wanted it...wanted her...with a fierce craving he'd
barely been able to control, and he'd come very close to asking
her to dance with him.

Now, holding her slender body as it moved seductively against
his, he wanted her with that same urgency. They swayed to the
mellow beat of the music, hardly moving their feet at all.

She moved her arms up behind her neck, lifting her hair and
then letting it tumble down, knowing well how much he enjoyed
the sight. When she heard a soft growl issue from his throat, she
turned in his embrace and pressed her back to his front.

Purposely rubbing her bottom against him, she pulled his arms
tighter around her waist and let her head lean back against his
chest.

Spike lowered his head, nuzzling the silky column of her
throat and whispering in her ear. "You're making me hard."

"I know," she replied, cupping the side of his face with her
hand. "What are we gonna do about it?"

Despite what he wanted to do about it, he clamped down
firmly on the urge. This was supposed to be about romance,
and dragging her outside in order to screw her up against a
back alley wall didn't really qualify.

"Let's..." His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Let's
go and have dessert."

After a long moment, she sighed. "And then can we go home?"

"You can count on it."

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

Back at the table, they ordered chocolate cake and an
Irish coffee drink that came in glass mugs rimmed with a crust
of heated sugar.

Buffy drove Spike nuts by licking the edges of the mug
and staring right at him while she did.

Since he was rapidly reaching his own personal meltdown
point, he reached over and grabbed her hand. On their way
to the door he caught hold of their waiter and shoved three
one hundred dollar bills into his hand, and a fourth one
into his shirt pocket, not even hearing the boy's babbled
thank you.

Following up by over tipping the valet as well, he drove
back to Buffy's house in half the time it had taken to get
to the restaurant.

Romance was all well and good, but he wanted sex...and
he wanted it soon.

TBC.....

Author: Pattyanne
Title: My Spuffy Valentine
Author: Pattyanne
snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Feedback: Gotta have it!
Rating: NC-17

Summary: Buffy is feeling a lack of
romance in her relationship with Spike. He
decides to fix that problem.



Part four....


"Spike! Slow down!"

"I can't, baby. I'm almost there."

"You're too tense!"

"Can't help it. I'm soooo damn close."

"Yeah, but...oomph!...watch it with the speed bumps,
will you?!"

"Sorry. You all right?"

"Yes....and will you STOP taking corners on two
wheels! You're gonna get us killed!"

"Too late for that one, Slayer."

"Okay, you're gonna get ME killed!"

"Come on, now. You're tough. Little thing like a car
accident can't stop the slayer."

"I'm also mortal, you know. Flesh? Blood? A full set
of breakable bones?"

"Darling, I've seen you fall off a four story building
without breaking a nail."

"Fine. It's YOUR seventy-three thousand dollar car you'll
be wrapping around a tree."

"You're to blame for it if I do."

"I'm...I'M to blame. Me?"

"Bloody RIGHT, you are. Rubbing that gorgeous little
ass of yours against my dick, getting me all worked
up. The least you could do is to..."

"Just keep your eyes on the road, pal!"

******************************


After waiting impatiently for Buffy to find her house
key, Spike grabbed her purse and upended it on the
porch swing. He snatched up the key ring and unlocked
the door himself, leaving Buffy to refill her purse.

Muttering under her breath, she closed the door and then
gasped out a surprised "Yeeks" when Spike scooped her
up and headed for the stairs. "Still speeding, I see."

"Oh, hush up," he teased. "You're ruining my 'Gone With
The Wind' moment here."

Halfway up the staircase, Buffy wrapped her arms loosely
around his neck. "I just hope you're not going to rush
through..."

"Hey! Have I EVER rushed through THAT?"

"Yeah!" she pointed out. "When we were in that bar
down by..."

"When YOU weren't rushing right along with me, I mean?"

"Oh. In that case, no."

Crossing the hallway into her bedroom, Spike set Buffy
down on her feet and kissed her. She gasped again, which
made it easier for him to slide his tongue into her mouth. It
licked over hers, teasing and tasting.

She placed her hands on his shoulders, plastering her
body against his from chest to toe, feeling the urgency
of his need.

The kiss became even more intense. It was hard and
deep, and extremely possessive.

Buffy could feel herself becoming slightly lightheaded,
and she whimpered softly under his touch.

Spike slanted his head, holding her even closer with
one hand on the back of her head and the other splayed
over her lower back.

When he felt her nails digging in, he finally pulled away
and allowed her to pant for air. Gaining a small amount of
composure, he held up one hand. "I'll be right back."

"Be right back? Be right back from where?" she
mumbled, still dizzy from the heat of their kiss.

Spike didn't state his purpose. He just grabbed her
face and planted another hard kiss on her lips, then
walked out of the room, leaving Buffy disoriented.

Blindly, she felt behind her for the bed and dropped
down onto it. Shaking her head to clear it, she tugged
off her shoes and dropped them onto the carpet with a
soft thump.

By the time she'd crawled backwards into the middle
of the mattress, he was back. The bottle of champagne
was in his right hand, and the glasses in his left. The
candy box was wedged under his arm.

He had taken off his jacket and tie while he was gone,
and unbuttoned his shirt. It was a sight that never failed
to make Buffy a little muddled in the head. He was dead
sexy in everything he wore, but there was just something
about this particular look that really pleased her.

Barefoot...no jacket...his shirt unbuttoned AND un-
tucked...hair mussed as though he'd been running his
hands through it to calm himself down. Combining all those
ingredients with his laser blue eyes and the slight smile
that tugged at one corner of his mouth, made for a potent
recipe of male sexuality, brazenly on display.

And it was all for her!

With a wicked grin, he knelt on the bed in front of
her. He dropped the candy box to one side and handed
her the glasses. "You're gonna love this," he said, pouring
the sparkling wine.

They stretched out on the bed, lying on their sides and
propped up on their forearms.

Although Spike was anxious to get on with getting it on,
he reined in his thundering libido in an effort to keep
things as supremely romantic as Buffy wanted them to
be.

Placing the empty glasses on the nightstand, he reached
for the candy box and opened it. The air became sweetened
with the aroma of dark chocolate. Spike selected one
and held it up to Buffy's lips.

She bit into it and nearly moaned with happiness. A chocolate
covered cherry lay within the sweet, it's pink cream oozing
from it. "That is heaven," she said, her words slightly garbled.

Spike ate the rest of it, then slipped one hand behind
Buffy's neck and pulled her close to kiss her.

They blended together perfectly, each one tasting chocolate
on the other's lips and tongue as well as their own.

"Mmmm..." Buffy pointed to the piece she wanted
next. "That one."

They emptied five more of the little brown pieces of
paper that held the chocolates, feeding each other
bites.

"I've heard it said that chocolate is a powerful
aphrodisiac," Spike said, setting the box on the
floor. "What's your opinion on that?"

Buffy licked her lips. "I believe every word of it."

"Want to test the theory?"

"You bet I do."

******************************

They undressed at the speed of light, then
fell together in a feverish embrace.

As they kissed, Spike wedged a thigh between
hers, grinding it against her. Buffy's head dropped
back, breaking their oral contact.

But he wasn't finished. "More," he murmured,
taking her mouth once again. It was a soft kiss, gentle
on her mouth.

Leaning on his left forearm, he brought his right hand
up, seeking her breast. It filled his hand, and he applied
pressure, squeezing it firmly.

When he broke their kiss, Buffy's eyes opened and
she saw that he was watching her face intently as he
fondled her. His thumb brushed over the hardened tip,
eliciting a soft gasp from her.

"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his eyes locked
on her. "You like my hands on your breasts. You like me
playing with them."

These weren't questions, and she had no need to answer
him. Her body was doing all the talking.

Thrusting her breast more firmly into his hand, she main-
tained eye contact when he lowered his head and flicked
his tongue over her nipple.

"And when I lick them," he added. "And suck on them.
You love it when I do that."

Closing his mouth around her, he began sucking,
gently at first, then with more enthusiasm.

He gave both her breasts equal attention, licking
the surface of them and tonguing the nipples before
he suckled.

Buffy worked herself against his thigh, creating more
of the pleasurable friction.

Spike sent his free hand down, easing it between
her legs. He pulled his thigh away, replacing it with
his hand, caressing her swollen labia. She whimpered
when he worked one finger up inside of her.

"You're so wet," he said, her nipple popping from
his mouth. "Slick and hot."

Moving her onto her back, he watched as her legs
fell apart and she lifted into his touch. He promptly
added a second finger, studying her face for her
reaction.

He could tell that she was close to coming, so he
started to pump his fingers in and out more rapidly,
finger-fucking her.

Buffy arched her back, clutching the sheets to keep
herself anchored.

His hand was suddenly bathed in wet warmth. He
waited until she calmed down, and then began sliding
down her body. Gently, he pushed her thighs further
apart and settled himself between them.

"I've been wanting to eat this all evening," he said,
bending his head and lapping her sex with his tongue.

She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep from
screaming at his first touch. Holding her legs open,
he stared at her pussy. The dark pink flesh was
shiny with moisture and clit was engorged.

A ragged gasp from her encouraged him. He began
licking her, starting at the bottom, then gliding his
tongue over her ultra sensitive spot.

"Spike," she cried, lifting her hips and trying to
close her legs around him.

But he wouldn't allow it. He kept her still, her legs
spread wide for him. Pushing his hands beneath
her, he cupped the cheeks of her ass and brought
her up to him.

The scent of her was driving him wild, sweet and
spicy at the same time. He pressed his face between
her thighs again, thrusting his tongue in as far as he
could force it to go.

In and out, in and out, his tongue was relentless,
repeatedly flicking over her clit again and again,
drawing out her fluid for him to drink down.

Buffy was quivering all over, vibrating like a tuning
fork. Then, he closed his lips around her clit and
sucked hard.

Her cries urged him on, and he continued eating
her. Grinding his stiff cock against the mattress, he
concentrated on not coming all over the sheets.

When he body relaxed, he looked up and saw her
watching him. She opened her arms and whispered, "I
want you inside of me."

His patience and control shot to hell, Spike covered
her. Chest to chest, they sought each other's mouths
and exchanged deep, tongue thrusting kisses.

Using one hand to position his cock, he plunged into
her hard and fast. He slipped that hand behind her
bottom, lifting it for deeper penetration.

Buffy was writhing and moaning, trying to match his
wild rhythm. She wrapped her legs around him, keeping
him from withdrawing as she gyrated her pelvis against
his.

"Fuck...yeah, like that..." he muttered, pushing down
harder. "Do it harder....fuck yourself on it."

Buffy dug her nails into his back, leaving long red
scratches as marks of her ownership. They came
together frantically, hard and fast.

She placed her feet flat on the bed, meeting every
downward thrust he pounded into her.

Spike closed his eyes tightly, focusing all his senses
on what was happening between his legs. He
buried his face against the side of her neck, resting
his full weight on top of her, knowing she could take it
with no discomfort.

Every muscle in his body was straining to make
her come. His hips rose and feel between her soft
thighs, bodies slapping together and pulling apart.

"Oh, god...oh, yes...Spike..." Buffy moaned in a fever
of delirium. "Harder...fuck me harder..."

He redoubled his efforts, grunting with every thrust.

"Buffy...fuck, baby....do it...fuck me...ahhhh, god,
yeah...so good...so tight....sweet little pussy. Gonna
fuck it...fuck it all damn night...that's it...that's my
good girl...give it to me...it's mine...you're mine..."

"....yes..."

"...mine!..."

"Yours...yes..."

Ramming in and pulling out, his cock serviced her,
satisfying every aching need she had.

"You...belong...to me....all of you...every...part...of
you...is...is mine..."

She was so close, the pleasure was so intense, that
there simply WAS nothing else. The entire world had
collapsed in on itself like a telescope, leaving only this
bed...this man.

"Come for me, baby," he grated harshly in her ear. "I'm
gonna come...I want you with me when I do it. Come...come
all over my cock...fuck!...can you feel it...feel it get harder?"

Buffy whimpered an assent. She DID feel it, felt his hard
cock become tempered steel as it slid in and out of her
tight warmth.

Her orgasm hit like a tsunami, pounding her body
senseless.

Spike was with her. He threw his head back with a feral
growl as he ejaculated his load into her. Spurts of semen
drenched her, making things slick and slippery.

Tearing himself away, he dropped down between her
legs again and draped them over his shoulders. He
pushed his face into her, licking her clean with voracious
strokes of his tongue. He located her clit and sucked
it roughly, wanting her to have one more orgasm.

Stimulated nearly to the point of pain, she ground
against his pleasuring mouth, flooding it with her juices.

"Spike...Spike! Yes...oh!...oh, yes!"

As far as speaking was concerned, it was the best
she could manage at the moment, so she pushed him
over and took his cock into her mouth to repay him.

She sucked hard and fast, working him with her lips
and tongue, fondling his sac with her fingers.

Completely taken by surprise, he lay prone as his
organ became fully erect again. "Christ, baby...yes!
Oh, fuck...do it! Suck it! Uh! Harder...suck my
cock...yeah...yeah...oh, bloody hell...that's good,
luv...ahhhh...make me come...in your mouth...hot
little mouth...sucking me...sucking my come...I'm
gonna do it, baby...now...now...stay still...let me do
it...yes...yes...here it comes...BUFFY! OH, YEAH!!"

Slightly less explosive this time, but every bit as
satisfactory.

******************************

"Where are you going?"

"I have another present for you. Where'd you throw
my pants?"

"Um...not sure. I just wanted to get them off you."

"Well...oh, here."

"What's that?"

"What does it LOOK like, Slayer?"

"A little black box."

"You have good eyesight. You gonna open it?"

"Oh, god...Spike?"

"D'ya like it?"

"It's beautiful...perfect. Is it a...I mean...YOU know. Is
it?"

"Yeah. Will you?"

"I will."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. Here. Put it on me."

"I'm sorry that it wasn't a more romantic proposal."

"Hey, it sounded good to me."

"Well, that's all that matters, isn't it? I...why are you
crying?"

"I'm not."

"Uh-huh. What's this, then?"

"Maybe I am...a little. Why don't you kiss me
and make me stop?"

"Happy Valentine's Day, luv."

"Happy Valentine's Day."




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