“We need to get this out of town.” Giles murmured indicating the case holding the Judge’s arm.

Jenny’s eyes lit up Perfect! I can get him away from Sunnydale for a while and satisfy my clan! “Angel.”

Buffy turned incredulous eyes to her computer teacher “What?” she practically growled.

Jenny turned to Angel “You have to do it. You're the only one that can protect this thing.” And its gonna keep you far enough away that you wont be getting a happy any time soon.

Buffy rolled her eyes “What about me?” Doesn’t she understand what it means to be the slayer?

Jenny glanced at Buffy “What, you're just gonna skip town for a few months?” she asked flippantly.

Buffy closed her eyes to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. “'Months'?” She whispered almost to herself. I cant be away from Angel for months! We were getting so much closer! He was becoming less cryptic guy and more smoochies possibly more guy! Its not fair!

Angel sighed, taking Buffy’s hand in his and gazing deep into her tear filled eyes. “She's right. I gotta get this to the remotest region possible.”

“But that's not months.” Buffy hated the whine in her voice.

“I gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal...” Angel gazed sorrowfully at the silently weeping slayer.

“You know, those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be.” Buffy murmured sadly.

Angel sighed, pulling Buffy closer. “I can't fly. There's no sure way to guard against the daylight. I-I-I don't like this any more than you do, Buffy. But there's no other choice.”

“When?” She asked, trying to keep the gut wrenching sadness out of her voice.

“Tonight. As soon as possible.”

“But it's my birthday.” Hot salty tears were flowing unchecked down her face.

Jenny approached the saddened pair. “I'll drive you to the docks.”

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They walked in silence, holding hands, Buffy leaning heavily against Angel. “I should go the rest of the way alone.”

Buffy nodded sadly, tearing up silently. “Okay.” She nodded drawing closer to Angel.

“But I'll be back. I will.” He growled softly, making Buffy weak in the knees.

“When? Six months, a year? You don't know how long it's gonna take or if we'll even...” Her heart was aching already and he hadn’t set foot on the cargo ship yet.

“Hey... If we'll even what?” Angel placed a gentle hand under her chin, tilting her head up so he could look into her watery eyes.

“Well, if you haven't noticed, someone pretty much always wants us dead.” Her lip was quivering. Its not fair! I love him so much.

“Don't say that. We'll be fine.” Angel pulled her closer.

“We don't know that.” She mumbled sullenly.

“We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can. That's just the deal.” He sighed pulling back slightly searching her eyes again. “I have something for you. For your birthday. I... I was gonna give it to you earlier, but...” I was gonna wait till we were alone

“It's beautiful.” Her entire tear stained face lit up, a huge smile gracing her lips. A RING! Oh. My. God. He. Got. Me. A. RING!

“My people…before I was changed…they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody...Like this...” He turned his hand towards her, she glanced at the ring, heart facing in and smiled, raising her eyes to his. “Put it on.” He slipped it on to her finger.

“I don't wanna do this.” She sobbed, pulling him against her again.

“Me either.” Angel sighed, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“So don't go.” Leaning towards each other they shared a final kiss.

Angel pulled back sighing. “I have no choice Buffy. You know that…but I will be back. I love you!” Angel whispered softly before turning towards the waiting ship.

“I love you too” She called to him as he started towards the ship. She saw him pause slightly then continue on. She watched him board the ship then turned away, walking slowly back to the waiting car.

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“Are you ok?” Jenny placed her hand on the trembling girl’s knee.

“It…it hurts so much…” Buffy sobbed. “I need him here…I want him with me.”

“I know, shhh now, he’ll be back…” Jenny murmured. She pulled Buffy into a hug and let the Slayer sob until her tears started to subside.

Jenny drove Buffy home and watched her slowly climb the stairs to her front door, sighing softly to herself she pulled out of the driveway after watching her get safely inside.

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“Are you sure you are up to it Buffy?” Giles asked softly. I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you

“I’m sure Giles. Really. I can’t just sit around moping because he had to get the Judge’s arm as far away from here as possible. He will be back. In the mean time, there are demons to slay.” Buffy smiled softly to herself glancing down at the ring Angel had placed on her finger the night before. He loves me and he will come back for me.

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“My pretty party was ruined” The dark vampires wailed “Missing presents! No cake for me. Miss Edith needs her tea.”

“C'mere, poodle.” Spike growled softly opening his arms to her.

Drusilla climbed into his lap “Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?”

“Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet. That's why I've got to study this Slayer. Once I know her I can kill her. And once I kill her you can have your run of Sunnyhell.” Spike grinned pulling Dru in for a lingering kiss.

“I’ve got it boss!” Cried Dalton interrupting the pair.

“What’s that now?” Spike growled. I have surrounded myself with idiots!

“The latest tape…of the Slayer” Dalton proudly held out the VHS tape.

“Well, well, let’s have a look see then shall we?” Spike grinned with a wicked gleam in his eye. He rolled into the other room, Dru still perched on his lap and waited for Dalton to put the tape in. He watched in silence for a few minutes. She is glorious when she is fighting.

Suddenly she staked the vamp she was fighting with a wooden sign post, Spike sat up straighter. “She's tricky. Baby likes to play. You see that? The way she stakes him with that thing? That's what's called resourceful. Rewind it” He couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He was so absorbed with watching her fight that he didn’t even notice when Drusilla got up from his lap and left the room.

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“I can’t believe he’s been gone for three months.” She sighed.

Willow glanced at her. “Yeah…I know…you seem to be holding up ok though…”

Buffy shrugged. “I really don’t have a choice…its getting harder and harder to believe he’s gonna come back you know?”

Willow nodded. “But he did give you the ring right? I mean why would he do that if he was gonna…you know not come back?”

“I don’t know…” Buffy sighed. “There’s nothing out tonight Will, I’ll walk you home…”

They walked in companionable silence the rest of the way, Buffy said goodnight to Willow and started on her way home when she got the familiar tingle that said Vampire She grinned in anticipation.

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“Why can't you kill her?” Dru growled menacingly, fangs barred

”You're the one who keeps bringing her up! I haven't said a word about the bloody Slayer!” Spike was exasperated. I have been watching her for he last three months so I could do just that! Watch the bitch Die at my fangs

“But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away?” Tears filled her eyes spilling silently down her cheeks.

“But I did, pet. I did it for you. You keep punishing me. Carrying on with creatures like this.” Spike took a step closer to her, reaching out to pull her into his arms.

“Okay, you guys obviously have a thing going on here.” The Chaos Demon murmured backing away.

“I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.” Drusilla closed her eyes swaying softly.

“So this is my fault now?” He challenged incredulously gesturing to the demon trying to slink away.

“I didn't know she was seeing somebody.” The Chaos Demon whispered backing away. Spike glared at him. “I should take off.”

“Yeah, why don't you do that?” Spike scoffed taking a threatening step towards the demon

“You can't blame the ghoul, Spike. You're all covered with her. I look at you... all I see is the Slayer.” Dru accused, turning slowly away.

“No Dru. Wait luv, please” Spike could feel the tears welling up in his own eyes. It cant be over. “I’ll kill her. I will. Tonight.”

Dru stopped, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

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She couldn’t yet see the vampire, but she could feel it, feel the tingle that made her senses stand on alert and caused her blood to pump a little faster. She grinned in anticipation.

“Slayer” He growled.

“Slayee” She chirped back cheerfully, kicking him in the gut. He went flying landing a few yards away. “Oh come on! At least put up a fight…I know I have slayer strength on my side, but you’re a vampire, shouldn’t you be able to I don’t know…hit me back?” She stalked forward, predatory gleam in her eye.

“I’m gonna kill you!” He growled getting up and moving towards her.

“You know if I had a dime for every vampire who thought he could take me…” She flew at him with a flurry of punches and kicks, stunning him.

“Enough” He growled and shook his head to clear it and backhanded the Slayer. “I am going to take you down little girl.”

As Buffy’s head snapped back she snap kicked his knee, causing the vampire to howl and fall to the ground.

“Bitch you broke my knee…” He howled. Buffy ignored him. She felt it then, the tinglies that indicated a powerful master vampire. She slammed her stake into his chest watching him explode into dust. Her heart rate sped up Angel. Oh god it feels like Angel.

She waited three minutes, six minutes. Nothing. No talking, no coming out from the shadows. Buffy frowned. “Angel?” She called out, her voice cracking with emotion. She hated the cracking in her voice, not sounding like the powerful warrior she was, but much like the wounded little girl inside. The girl who felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest three months ago.

Nothing. No answer. “I know you’re there. I can feel you.” She growled impatiently.

“Pretty little sunshine. I see how you glow.” Drusilla purred, suddenly right in front of her. “Effulgent you are. Looking for your fallen Angel. He’s gone” Dru grinned

Ohgodohgod! She felt the tears well up unbidden, unconsciously her fingers curled tighter around her stake. “Dru” She growled angrily, trying to mask her fear and the uncertainty about Angel that Dru’s words caused her. “I thought you left town.”

“Not without my party, no presents for Princess. Shame you ruined it for me, you and Daddy.” She purred, stepping close into Buffy’s personal space. “But Daddy did leave. Left with my present he did. Now he’s gone.” She growled softly.

“You were trying to destroy the world you psycho ho bag!” Buffy backed up a few steps, right into a solid chest. She felt powerful leather clad arms band around her waist, pinning her arms helplessly at her sides.

“Hello cutie” He purred. “Miss me pet?” He pulled her closer inhaling Buffy sent mixed with fear. ‘Delicious’ Buffy froze. Spike. And Dru. I’m screwed. Can’t fight them both. She closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp pain of fangs sinking in to her flesh. ‘They’re gonna find my body right in front of my neighbours house.’ Tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

Drusilla growled and snapped her fangs. “The stars are whispering kill her.” She murmured to Spike, watching as his eyes closed as he leaned forward slightly to deeply inhale the slayers sent. “I trust eyes and heart alone. And do you know what mine is singing out right now?” She glided towards them, drawing Spike’s eyes to her own. “You're a killer. Born to slash ... and bash ... and... oh, bleed like beautiful poetry. No little girl could ever stop you from flowing.” She grinned.

Spike, already aroused and lustful from the scent of fear clinging to Buffy, ground his denim-clad erection into her backside, feeling her tremble in his embrace. “Yeah.”

‘Ohgod! He is gonna kill me and its making him hard’ She wouldn’t couldn’t admit to the lust that was starting to grow. “Let go of me Spike.” She growled with more confidence than she felt. Spike seemed not to hear her, as he listened to Dru ramble, his eyes glazed over.

Dru ignored the Slayer and continued to prattle on. “All in your head. I can see it. Little bits of ... sunshine and light, spiderwebbing out shocks to your evil soulless heart. And every one is a lie. Sunshine lies, Spike. It tells you you're not a bad dog, but you are. You’re my bad dog.”

“That I am Petal, M’ a bad rude man.” He grinned, unconsciously pulling a struggling Buffy ever closer, her back moulded to his front. He leaned down towards her exposed throat, his cool tongue lighting a blazing fire over her heated skin, feeling the pull of her blood. ‘It would be so easy to sink my fangs into that golden flesh. Sink right in and take her blood.’ His fangs grazed ever so slightly against her supple flesh.

Feeling the cool wetness of his tongue tracing a path over her heated skin made Buffy tingle in an entirely different way. ‘How can that feel so good? If he makes me feel like that with his tongue on my neck I wonder what it would feel like in other places? GOD NO! Bad buffy! ’ She was getting wet; she could feel the moisture slipping from between her nether lips and dampening her panties. She unconsciously turned her head slightly allowing him better access to her exposed skin and shifted her backside rubbing slightly against the bulge she felt pressing into her ass, Giving in to the sensations he was drawing out of her. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ Her slayer sense was going haywire from having fangs so close to her neck, scraping lightly against her flesh and causing goosebumps to rise. She whimpered, drawing Drusilla’s attention back to her.

“Kill her Spike. Kill her for princess…” She felt it, She felt things irreparably shift in that moment. He is lost to me

‘Intoxicating’ Spike felt her desire for him thrumming through her veins, calling to him. He could smell the overwhelming scent of her arousal perfuming the air around them, calling to his demon. ‘Chit is killin’ me and she doesn’t even know it.’ Spike groaned, the friction from Buffy’s struggles against his engorged cock causing a shudder to run through him, causing him to move against her his cock seeking the friction that would bring him release.

“You Can’t” Drusilla’s whine pulled his attention from the slayer momentarily. He watched fascinated as her claws seemingly in slow motion aimed for the golden throat he was licking moments before. Spike didn’t think, just reacted. His foot shot out catching Dru in the stomach and sending her flying.

The utter betrayal on Drusilla’s face devastated the blonde vamp and his grip on the slayer loosened slightly. He raised shocked eyes to lock with his Sire’s. “Dru…” He whimpered moments before Buffy threw her head back and smashed him in the face with the back of her skull. Spike fell to his knees from the pain.

Even through the dizziness from head butting Spike, Buffy ran. She ran as if the devil himself was hot on her heals and didn’t stop until she was safely inside her house. She bolted up to the safety of her room, pulling the curtain back she sought out Spike’s downed form.

Spike was still on his knees on the ground where he fell in front of her neighbour’s house, his back to her, Dru a few feet away. She couldn’t see the look of devastation on his face, but she could see it in his posture, he looked so defeated. ‘I wonder if that’s how I looked when Angel left?’ She couldn’t hear the conversation, but she watched as Spike seemed to sag Backing away from the window she crawled into her bed, snuggled up under the covers and sobbed.

“You’re lost to me Spike…you want the nasty slayer.” Dru growled. “And She wants you just as much. Do you think I couldn’t smell it? Do you think I didn’t see her? She looked like a bitch in heat rubbing herself on you!”

“No! No Luv, t’s you that I want!” Spike growled angrily, wiping the blood from his smashed nose with the back of his hand. “I love you Poodle.” He let the tears roll silently down his cheeks. “I have never even looked at another female in over a century Dru…”

“Lies! Miss Edith whispers of the broken flower, stomped on by your boots!” Dru cried, tears filling her eyes.

“I have loved you, looked after you for over a century! I don’t want the sodden Slayer.” He rose to his feet taking a few tentative steps towards her.

“No Spike…the doilies are ruined, the stars have whispered their final goodbye.” She turned from him and started walking away.

“Luv, Dru, Princess…” Spike followed her. “I was going to kill her…I was…she was so full of fear and wiggling against me…I haven’t had you for months Dru…you kept pushing me away, seeking out other blokes for your pleasures!” Spike let out an anguished growl, grabbing Dru buy the waist and pulling her close. He leaned forward and kissed her softly.

“Excuses and Lies!” Dru shouted as she pushed him away. “No more! You are the slayer’s pet now!”

Spike fell to his knees and broke down, letting his tears fall freely. He felt like his world was shattering before his eyes. ‘It’s all her fault! The bloody Slayer.’ Spike fell to his knees and wept.

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Her headlights illuminated a figure on his knees, he was on the sidewalk in front of her neighbours house, shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs. Joyce pulled into the driveway and called out to him. “Are…are you ok?”

Spike tensed “M’ fine” He growled out, getting up from his knees and facing the woman, human features in place.

“Are you sure? You don’t look fine…in fact, you look like you could use a friend… Maybe over a cup of hot cocoa?” She was almost within his reach. Poor guy looks heart broken.

“I just don’t know what to do…” He whimpered sadly.

“Ok come on then…” She beckoned turning her back on him and making her way to the door.

Spike followed. “Lady’s got stones inviting a stranger in like this. Too bad for her.” Spike grinned to himself.

“Do you like Cocoa?” She asked busying herself with the task of preparing cocoa.

“Love it.” He smiled sadly, watching her prepare the cocoa.

“Oh! Would you please grab the milk from the fridge? I have to keep stirring or the chocolate will burn and stick to the pan.”

“Sure” Spike murmured. He froze in his tracks when he saw the picture on the fridge. “Who’s that?” He asked, proud that his voice barely trembled. ‘Slayers bloody house and I have a standing invitation.’ He inhaled deeply. ‘Ah there it is, that sweet vanilla musk…funny I didn’t notice it before.’ He grinned evilly

“Oh, that’s my daughter. Buffy.” Joyce smiled over her shoulder at the blonde vamp. “She’s probably upstairs sleeping right now. She goes to Sunnydale high.” Joyce grinned proudly. “She’s graduating this year.”

“That right?” Spike nodded grabbing the milk from the fridge and handing it to Joyce.

She finished preparing the cocoa in silence, giving the nice young man time to get himself straightened out. Placing a steaming cup in front of him she returned to the cupboard. “Buffy loves these little marshmallows. She says they make the cocoa creamy.” She smiled softly. “I’m Joyce by the way.” She smiled.

“S- William.” He supplied. “Ta. They are delicious. Best cuppa I’ve had in a long while.” Spike closed his eyes unconsciously inhaling again and savouring the scent of the slayer.

“So…do you want to talk about it?” Joyce asked kindly.

Spike looked away. “Just m’ girl. She left me. Thinks I have a thing for someone else…someone completely my opposite. Barmy bint doesn’t realize she’s the one for me. May ‘ve been distracted for a moment, but nothing could ever take me away from my ripe wicked plum.” Spike sighed, “I mean, I thought we were going to make up, you know.”

“Well, she sounds very unreasonable.” Joyce said softly.

”She is. She's out of her mind.” Spike sniffled sadly. “That's what I miss most about her.” He smiled.

”Well, William, sometimes even when two people seem right for each other, their lives just take different paths. When Buffy's father and I...”

Spike interrupted “No, this is different. Our love was eternal. Literally.” Joyce nodded.

“Well Thank for the hospitality. I do feel much better.” Spike acknowledged standing up and heading towards the back door.

“Thanks for the company.” She smiled. “You can come back and visit any time. I am usually home at night.”

“Thanks again.” Spike murmured. Joyce shut the door behind him and headed up to her room to bed.

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‘What the?’ Spike heard something, he glanced up, noticing a half open window on the second floor. Real or imagined the noise caused him to climb the tree outside Buffy’s window.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of the blonde slayer lying so peacefully on her bed, on top of the blanket clad in a tank top and shorts. He could smell her through the open window and was instantly rock hard.

She could feel him outside her window. Smiling inwardly she accidentally pulled her tank top slightly higher on her toned stomach. Suppressing a grin when she heard a groan outside her window.

Knowing he was there, just watching her lent her courage. She didn’t wonder how he knew this was her house, her window. She knew he didn’t have an invite though, so she felt safe. The tinglies he was causing her just by being so close to her was forcing the memory of how it felt to have his hardened length pressed into her ass, fangs scraping lightly against the golden skin of her neck. And his tongue! She could almost feel the cool wetness against her overheated flesh. ‘Oh god!’

She was throbbing, aching, wanting. Her hand moved of its own violation slipping down further and further to rub slowly against the cloth covering her over sensitized pussy. She moaned low in her throat at the shockwave of pleasure coursing through her.

Raising her other hand she slipped it under her tank top, dragging her finger nails lightly over her nipple.

The zipper pressing in to the velvety flesh of his cock was driving Spike wild. Watching her touch herself like that was enough to make him completely lose his cool. He popped the button on his jeans raked the zipper down, pushed them down past his hips, and was stroking himself before he realized what he was doing. A deep growl flew from his lips as he watched her hand dip below the elastic waistband of her shorts.

Buffy slipped a finger in to her slick pussy, hips bucking forcefully at the sensation. The deep reverberating growl he couldn’t help broke through the lust filled haze she was in and before she could stop herself her eyes flew to his. Green eyes widened in shock to see his cock out of his pants and him stroking it. ‘Don’t stop the chit from lookin’ though does it?’

Spike curled his tongue behind his teeth. “I can smell you slayer.” He growled, watching her hand move under those shorts was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

She didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She couldn’t focus on anything but his hand, grasping and stroking his shaft and the blue of his eyes. Buffy’s eyes kept darting back and forth, between his cock and his eyes. “Uhhhh…oh god!” She was gonna explode. She could feel it, her fingers were so wet, her breathing coming in harsh gasps and pants.

“Gonna cum Slayer? Come all over those pretty fingers?” Spike growled.

Buffy nodded. “Oh…Oh…” She moaned as she felt herself coming apart at the seems, her pussy clenching rhythmically around her two fingers. She sighed blissfully as she came down from the euphoria. Slowly withdrawing her hand from her shorts and blushing a deep shade of crimson she realized Spike was still watching her, and still stroking his cock.

She leaned over the bed to grab a towel to wipe off her hand.

“Wait” He growled. “Give us a taste luv. Need to taste you…” He almost whimpered. “Please…”

It was the please at the end that had her slowly approaching the window. Her eyes glued to the frantic stroking of his fist around his shaft.

Slowly she reached her cum soaked hand towards him. He reached for her and grabbed her gently by the wrist. Deliberately moving as slowly as she did he brought her fingers first to his nose, to inhale the sent then to his lips.

He sucked her first finger in and the noise he uttered made Buffy weak in the knees. Halfway between a growl and a purr. “God Luv, taste so good, could eat you all night.” He murmured before suckling on the second finger in the same way. The way his tongue curled around her finger and stroked, sent a fresh wave of desire through her.

“More, kitten please…” He begged with hooded eyes, all the while still stroking himself.

As embarrassed as she was Buffy complied, pulling her hand back, sliding it into her shorts and collecting the copious liquid pooling there. Feeling slightly braver, and feeling sure he wasn’t about to bite her Buffy leaned a little further out. Reaching her slick digits towards his mouth. Spike licked and sucked them clean. “C…Can I kiss you?” His whispered question startled her. “Want to taste your lips.”

Instead of answering she licked her lips and moved towards him. Spike cupped the back of her head gently and gave her the sweetest kiss she had ever had, “Uhhhhhhh” He grunted, unable to control himself.

Cool cum splashing against her stomach, Buffy reached out and wrapped her arms around Spike, devouring his lips hungrily. She pulled back from the kiss, and with wide innocent eyes, dipped the fingers that moments ago were in his mouth into the cum he had shot all over her stomach. She slowly brought them to her mouth. Spike sat in stunned silence as the Slayer licked his cum off her fingers.

His cock hardened again, as he watched her close her eyes and savour the taste of his spendings. “Bloody gorgeous you are” He whispered reverently.

Buffy opened her eyes, and instantly her eyes locked on his. “Spike I…” She blushed. ‘I don’t know what just happened there but that was the hottest thing I have ever experienced.’

“Shhh luv.” He whispered, cupping her chin he pulled her close for one last kiss.


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“Come outside luv…” He whispered against her lips. “Want to touch you proper…”

“I can’t…” She whimpered.

“Come on luv. Promise it will feel so good…” He whispered.

“I…” She sighed. “I’m scared Spike…I’m scared of what you are making me feel…”

Spike nodded. “Give me a mo’ love gotta get fixed up.” He reluctantly let her go and pulled his jeans up over his hips. He reached for her again. ‘Bloody gorgeous’

“I should…I’m all sticky…” She backed away a few steps, lifting her shirt over her head and dropping it on the ground. ‘I can’t let him in here…what if he goes all Grr’

“Tryin’ to kill me kitten?” He growled adjusting himself in his jeans. “You have the prettiest titties ‘v ever seen…let us ‘ave a taste…” He licked his lips in anticipation as she took a step closer.

“Okay…meet me downstairs…by the back door…I’ll come outside.” She whispered.

Spike jumped from the tree with cat like grace. He stalked to the back door and listened carefully. He could hear her coming.

As Buffy walked through the kitchen she noticed two mugs on the island. ‘Weird? Who would mom have over this late?’ as she approached the back door she could feel him, the tinglies that sent shockwaves racing around her body. She forgot everything else.

She opened the door slowly and stepped out. Spike grabbed her pulling her against him, and pushing her back against the door. Grinding his hardened length into her he growled softly. “Did you have to put another shirt on?” He hand was already under it, palming a pert breast.

“Uhhhh” Her head fell back against the door, his mouth was on her, licking and kissing her neck. “My mom…if she…saw me…couldn’t be…shirtless running…though the house…” She panted.

“Sod that.” He growled, lifting her shirt his mouth was right there sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth. His hand traveled down the path hers had taken earlier, slipping gently under the waistband of her shorts. Grazing the curls he found there he slipped a finger inside her wet heat.

“Oh GOD!” She moaned.

“Shhh Luv, wouldn’t want mommy dearest to come out ‘ere now would we?” He whispered.

“Nuuhhh…no…I don’t.” She was still panting. She felt his hand leave her moist centre, and was about to protest when she felt both hands at the sides of her shorts tugging them down her tanned legs. Before she could blink he was on his knees in front of her lifting one leg over his shoulder to rest on the cool leather of his duster.

She forgot to breathe, as he parted her glistening folds with his thumbs and took her clit into his mouth sucking softly. She wanted to scream as his tongue delved into her folds, and his thumb found her clit, rubbing slow lazy circles against the raised nubbin.

His mouth was on her clit again. Her hips bucked wildly. Spike moaned against her as he inserted two fingers into her dripping pussy. Curling his fingers slightly he sought the raised bundle of nerves that would send her careening over the edge.

Her fingers threaded their way into his hair as his fingers and tongue worked her. Her breath was now coming in harsh pants and gasps. “Ohhh…God Spike…I’m….I’m gonna explode…”

Spike’s tongue and fingers moved faster, driving her closer to the edge. She came apart at the seems, her knees buckled. Spike caught her, setting her against his aching cock.

“That was…gah…” Fingers still gripping his hair she pulled his mouth towards hers, kissing him hungrily she rubbed herself against him.

“Luv, Buffy…please…stop.” Like a bucket of ice water she froze. Pulling back slightly she looked into his eyes. “Don’ wanna embarrass myself again…an’ you feel so bloody good against me…” Slowly she moved off his lap. “No wait…don’ want you to move…”

“Can I…can I…” Buffy was blushing furiously, too embarrassed to say the words. ‘I want to suck your cock’
“I want to do the same for you…”

“God luv…you want me in your mouth?” He whispered.

She nodded shyly reaching for him. Spike kneeled and pulled his jeans down, all attention focused on her mouth. She leaned forward grasping his shaft firmly she licked at the tip. “Uhhhh”

Encouraged by his groan and his fingers in her hair she wrapped her lips around him and sucked gently. Experimentally she stroked his shaft as she took more of him into her mouth.

‘Feels like a bloody inferno sucking me down.’ Spike tentatively rocked his hips. She kept moving, stroking, sucking, her other hand reached down and cupped his sac gently. “Gonna cum Slayer.” He growled softly.

Her pace increased. “Mmhhmmm” She murmured around him.

“You want it in your mouth kitten?” He whispered.

“MMMMhhmm” He couldn’t control himself any longer. Buffy felt his cool seed spurting into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all down, but felt some escape her mouth. She leaned back on her heals. Wiping the spilled cum up with her finger she gently sucked it off, her eyes locked on his. Spike watched with undisguised lust.

“God Kitten what you do to me…” He grabbed her, pulling her close. “Want you…want to be inside you…” He whispered, leaning forward to kiss her.

“I can’t Spike…I’m not ready…” She whispered. ‘And I don’t want my first time to be outside.’

“I should go Luv. Let you get your beauty rest, else I’ll be here all night tasting you…” He kissed her softly.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.



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“Dru?…” Spike called, slamming the door shut behind himself. “Where are you Dru?” He called stepping in to their bedroom.

He took in his surroundings in shock. All of her things were gone.

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“Buffy, can I talk to you for a second?” Jenny Calendar asked softly.

“Oh. Yeah sure…I was just on my way to see Giles.” Buffy followed her silently to the computer teacher’s classroom.

“Have a seat.” She indicated a chair. “I have…something I need to tell you…I’m just not sure how…”

Buffy stayed silent.

“Listen, this isn’t easy for me, so I’m just going to say it.” Jenny glanced nervously at the silent teen. “Ok, so, I don’t know if you know this, but I…I am a descendant of a long line of Gypsies.” Closing her eyes she sighed.

“No, I wasn’t aware of that.”

“I was raised by the people that Angel hurt the most. My duty to them was the first thing I was ever taught. I was sent here to ensure he was still suffering, then I saw him. With you. I know you guys were getting closer to…I didn't come here to hurt anyone, a-and I lied to you because I thought it was the right thing to do.” She sighed. “When Angel comes back, you have to end things with him. Before they go to far. He could lose his soul Buffy, and if that were to happen…”

“Wh…what do you mean?” She asked, heart thundering in fear. ‘Please no.’

“If Angel were to have a moment of pure happiness, his soul would be ripped from him, and Angelus would emerge.” Jenny closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears. She felt horrible for Buffy. “If you were to make love…”

“No…no…” Buffy shook her head in denial. “Angel loves me.” She stood, stalking to the door.

“Angel may love you, but does Angelus? Is Angelus even capable of love?” Jenny asked quietly. “I’m sorry Buffy, I just…I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Does he know?” Her back was to Jenny.

“No. To my knowledge he doesn’t. As far as I know he never researched the curse.”

“So, were you gonna tell us? Or were you just gonna wait for us to get with the happy making?”

“It’s not…it wasn’t like that…” Jenny started towards her.

“Funny, that’s what it feels like…”


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“N’ she jus’ left…took all ‘er stuff…” Spike finished the bottle and dropped it on the counter. “Give us another…”

“Look Spike…we’re closed…I let you stay an extra hour, but if you don’t get going now you’re gonna get crispy fried…” Willy whimpered nervously.

“Got no where to go mate…no Dru to go home to…don’t wan’ ta be there without her…”

“Spike…why do you even care man? I mean…didn’t she cheat on you like last week?” Willy wondered aloud.

“M’ loves bitch is why.” Spike growled. “Know what? You’re bloody well right! Don’t need to take her craziness…her ranting and…visions…” Getting unsteadily up from the bar stool he tossed some money on the bar. “Bit of alright you are Willy.” He murmured as he left.

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She slammed the door open, not even flinching as it slammed against the wall. She sauntered in, stake gripped firmly in her hand, stalking towards him. Spike’s eyes flew open at the sound, and he leapt from the chair.

“Should have known it's you. Been nearly six hours.” He growled facing her.

“Well, it would've been less if I wasn't busy cleaning up your mess.” They both glanced down at her cum splattered tank top.

“My mess? The mess is yours, Slayer. Your fault entirely, twas you had me stroking myself after watching you make yourself cum.”

“I'm done.” She warned, taking a step closer to Spike, bringing the stake in to view. “Spike, you're a killer. And I shoulda done this years ago.”

“You know what? Do it. Bloody just do it.” Spike growled, eyes boring intensely into hers.

“What?” She gasped, steps faltering.

“End ... my ... torment. Seeing you, every day, everywhere I go, every time I turn around. Take me ... out of a world ... that has you in it!” Ripping his shirt violently from his body he threw it at her feet. “Just kill me!”

Buffy could only stare at him, suddenly she raised her stake and lunged. Spike winced, but she stopped at the last minute. Eyes locked intensely together, both breathing hard. Impulsively Spike grabbed Buffy by the upper arms and kissed her passionately, tongues duelling, hands roaming over exposed flesh. Buffy returned the kiss with equal passion, her own hands roaming over his sculpted chest and abs.

Buffy pulled back with a little noise of dismay, and brought her hand to her mouth. Eyes wide staring at Spike’s equally shocked face, both panting. She tossed the stake away and slowly dropped her hand from her mouth, she leaned towards Spike, reaching out she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down toward her. Fiery passion igniting in them both once again.

Spike licked a trail of fire up the side of her neck. Buffy arched into him. “Spike ... I want you.” She whispered.

“Buffy, I love you. God, I love you so much.”

Like a bucket of ice water thrown on him Spike jolted awake, his horrified gasp echoing in his empty room. “Oh, god, no. Please, no.”

Little did he know, at the same exact moment, the slayers own horrified gasp filled the air in her own room.

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“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! Everywhere I turn, she's there! That nasty little face, that ... bouncing shampoo-commercial hair, that whole sodding holier-than-thou attitude.” Spike growled, pacing.

“Well, aren't we kinda unholy, by the…” Dalton was cut off by more ranting from Spike


“You don't understand. I can't get rid of her. She's everywhere. She's haunting me, Dalton!” He growled furiously. “She is the reason Dru left me. After a bloody century crazy chit just ups and walks away.”
“Dru is off her bird though sire…always going off with different guys when you were so devoted…”

Spike grabbed Dalton roughly by the arms. Glaring into his beady eyes. “This ... has got to end.”

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ONE WEEK LATER

She felt him again as she was patrolling. Third night in a row. And again he wasn’t coming out of hiding.
‘What is it with these cryptic, stalker vampires I attract?’

Her thoughts were interrupted by four rather large male vampires blocking her path. “Well well! Lookie here boys! We found ourselves a little snack…” Vamp number one grinned at her in full game face.

“Sorry to disappoint, I’m not some helpless little girl.” She shrugged, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Come on then. What are you waiting for?” She took a couple steps closer to the first one. “Look at my poor neck, all bare and tender and exposed…all that blood just pumping away…” her finger trailed a path over her neck that had him drooling.

He moved closer. Buffy’s fist shot out, slamming into his stomach, as he doubled over in pain she slammed her stake home, dusting him. ‘One down three to go…’

“Come on tough guy…” She taunted the next vamp. “I am sure you’re tougher than him…maybe you’ll get a shot in?” Her eyes darted to the other two. One was trying to sneak around her to get behind her. The second her eyes left him vamp number two ploughed into her knocking her to the ground.

She heard Spike growl lowly and smiled to herself. She kicked the second vamp off and jumped up.

“Now that wasn’t very nice.” She quipped letting lose a flurry of punches and kicks that had him on the ground writhing in pain. “But at least you got a shot in before you were dusted.” She laughed slamming her stake home once again.

“That’s m’ girl” Spike grinned. He loved to watch her fight. “Wait a bloody minute NOT my girl!”

She turned just in time to take a backhand to the face. Staggering slightly, she snap kicked the third vamp in the face. He backed off slightly as vamp number four tackled her to the ground, pinning her arms to her sides with his legs. Snarling furiously he leaned towards her “I’m gonna enjoy this…” Licking his lips he leaned further in.

Buffy head butted him, connecting with his nose. He howled in pain, but didn’t move off the struggling slayer. Buffy could see black dots clouding her vision. “Wow his head was harder than I thought. Can’t pass out or I’ll die.” She thought franticly.

“Come on Slayer, get up!” Spike silently urged from his hiding spot behind the tree.

“Carl! Help me!” The vampire holding Buffy down shouted to his friend.

Grinning he did just that, grabbing Buffy roughly by the hair to hold her down so she couldn’t head butt either of them again, he lifted her head slightly and slammed it into the dirt beneath her. Both vampires leaned towards her exposed neck, happy to share rich potent slayer blood. “Oh god…please don’t let me die like this…”

Before either of them could sink their fangs into her golden flesh Spike let out a furious primal roar of rage, coat billowing out behind him he raced towards the downed slayer and the two vamps trying to make her their meal. He grabbed the vamp sitting on Buffy, two fistfuls of hair in his hands. Twisting viscously he ripped the vamps head from his body. Dust showered his startled companion, and the barely conscious slayer.

“What gives man?” The last one growled, leaping up into a fighting stance. Spike growled and lunged at the vamp, a furry of punches and kicks had the vamp on the ground begging for mercy. “Please…please…”

Impatiently Spike ripped his head from his body, just as viciously as the first. “No one touches my girl.” He growled angrily.

Turning to Buffy he saw her still on the ground trying to sit up. “Spike…?” She was trying to make sense of what she had just witnessed.

“Yeah Slayer, I got you…” He purred. Lifting her into his surprisingly gentle embrace he carried her home.

Buffy relaxed the moment he lifted her into his arms and promptly passed out.

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Knocking on the door Spike waited patiently. After five minutes, and several attempts to get someone to open the door Spike’s patience wore thin. He tried the door and it opened with ease. With Buffy still in his arms he walked in to the house.

He set her gently on the couch. He entered the kitchen and found a washcloth after he soaked it with cool water, brought it back to where the Slayer still lay. He bathed her brow gently. “Come on kitten wake up and let me see those pretty eyes” He murmured.

Finally after what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few short minutes she opened her eyes and squinted at him. “Spike?” She questioned.

“Yeah Kitten, it’s me…”

“What are you…why are you…I’m so confused…”

“Couple of vamps thought they were gonna be snackin’ on my girl. Couldn’t have that. Dusted the lot of em’ and brought you home.” Spike shrugged.

“I don’t…I…your girl?” She whispered softly, heart pounding in her chest.

“I…wanted to…tried to end it…followed you round tryin’ to psyche myself up to do it…” Spike sighed running a palm over his platinum locks. “Couldn’t do it…when I saw those vamps get their hands on you…almost get their fangs in you…I just saw red.”

“You…were trying to psyche yourself up to kill me?” She squeaked.

“Thing is…” He went on as if she didn’t interrupt. “I realized as I picked you up an’ held you in my arms…something I didn’t want to admit to myself…” His eyes, full of emotion locked with hers. “I am in love with you.”