Living Things
Author: Pattyanne
Rating:NC-17

AN: I couldn't sit still for that nonsense in
'Dead Things'. Had to fix it.





She stood outside the heavy metal door of his
crypt, unsure of what to do.

Buffy had gone through this opening in as many
different moods as there were days in the year. She
had kicked it in with fury raging through her...had
opened it quietly in an unsuccessful attempt to keep
him from hearing her...and had stumbled through it
locked in the arms of a man...a being...she'd both hated
and lusted for.

This time though, she was at a loss. She'd caused
serious damage to her strange relationship with
her..**Yes, just admit it...** lover, and she wasn't
sure how to fix it, or even if it could be fixed.

"My lover," she whispered, shaking her head. Every
time she remembered how completely they had
loathed each other, despite the desire neither had
ever admitted to or acknowledged, she was shocked
all over again at the realization that he was, indeed,
her lover.

There was no denying it anymore. Spike loved her,
and had made love to her, with a passion she'd never
known before with any other man....not even Angel.

Spike's love was intense and wild, and unending. No
matter how mean she was to him, how many times she
threw that love back in his face, how often she'd screamed
at him to go away and stay away, he never did.

Oh, he'd leave her alone for a day or two, but no longer
than that. He couldn't stay away longer, and she knew
that if he did, she'd seek him out instead.

She always let him back in. She had no more resistance
against this thing than he did. Unsure as she was of her
true feelings for him, she knew one thing with crystal
clarity...she wanted him in her life and in her bed.

Sex with Spike was absolutely unbelievable. Better than
anything she'd had before.

He was a creature of lust and passion, and hunger. Throw
love into that mix, and there was no holding him back.

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

Buffy placed her hand on the cold iron, afraid to push the
door open. Afraid of what she might find.

Five days had passed since their angry confrontation
outside the police station. She had gone there determined
to give herself over to whatever justice the authorities would
mete out as punishment for causing the death, however
unintentional, of an innocent.

Spike had done everything he could think of to stop
her. He'd begged and pleaded, he'd tried to dispose of the
evidence, and he'd attempted to physically restrain her.

When all that failed, he had stood before her and
encouraged her to take it all out on him. To do anything
she needed to do...beat him half to death if it helped. There
was nothing he wouldn't endure to keep her from walking
into that police station and confessing.

She had punched him, and kicked him, and thrown him
into a brick wall. He had taken all of it without fighting
back.

The physical pain meant little to him. Buffy knew that. But
the things she had said, the horrible, hurtful words she had
flung at him...that pain ran deep.

And he hadn't deserved it. She should have never unloaded
on him the way she had.

Because he wasn't the evil and disgusting thing she'd once
called him. He hadn't been for a very long time.

Maybe he didn't understand her need to atone but, under-
stand it or not, his motive for keeping her from it had been
his love for her. His need to have her safe with him, and to
make up for what he considered his failure at keeping her
alive all those months ago.

Buffy knew now that she hadn't been at all rational. She'd
been far too ready to accept events at their face value, and
it had been stupid behavior on her part. She SHOULD
have known that something more was going on.

She'd lived on the Hellmouth long enough to know that
things weren't always as they appeared to be.

Why then had she been so eager to rush to punish-
ment? What had she really wanted to be punished for?

For accidentally killing someone? Or for being in love with
a vampire?

For keeping secrets from her closest friends, so they
wouldn't turn their backs on her in disgust? Or for not
feeling any disgust herself, not in her heart, anyway?

For needing him? For wanting him? For....loving him?

When she'd finally found the common sense to gather
all the facts together, she'd learned that she hadn't caused
that girl's death. The coroner's report fixed the time of death
several hours earlier in the day, and her injuries hadn't been
consistent with a roll down a slight incline.

No, she'd been the victim of a cruel and morally bankrupt
man who had wanted to cover his tracks for killing her and
bring down the slayer at the same time.

Thinking about the little bastard still infuriated Buffy, and
she'd promised herself that she would find him and drag
him by the scruff of his neck to the cop she'd been about
to turn herself over to.

Spike's declaration of love had set her off that night,
and she had pounded on him until her arm was sore.
Prone on the ground, he hadn't even tried to fight back,
which had infuriated her even more.

Buffy had walked away without looking back, ignoring
him when he called her name and reached out for her.

And when she'd come back out of the police station,
he'd been gone.

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

Spike had done what she'd ordered him to, and had
stayed away from her...a thing he'd never done before.

After five days and nights had passed, Buffy knew that
she had to make the first move in trying to rebuild what
was lost between them.

Now, standing in front of the crypt door, she was afraid
to open it, afraid to find out that he had left her behind for
good.

Just the thought of such a thing frightened her. She didn't
want to be without him. No one had ever understood
her the way he did. Spike knew what she needed and
wanted, sometimes before she even knew herself.

But what if he was just fed up with it all? How long could
she expect him to keep on taking it in the teeth before he
turned his back on her and walked away?

Her heart rate sped up dramatically. Was that why he
hadn't come by to see her? Hadn't been waiting outside
to walk her home after work?

He hadn't even been around to the house when she
wasn't home...not even to visit with Dawn. That, in itself,
was highly unusual for him, especially since he and
Dawn had grown so close while Buffy had been...away.

Steeling herself for the worst, she pushed open the
door and walked in, finding the upper level of the
crypt completely dark and deserted.

Empty......

Living Things
part 2





Forcing back a scared whimper, Buffy's eyes
scanned the deserted room. There wasn't a speck
of light...except a small sliver of it from the trap-
door leading down to the bedroom.

With her heart firmly lodged in her throat, she
pulled open the door and climbed down the ladder.

He was still there.

Stretched out on his bed...deeply asleep...covered
only with a thin, white sheet.

She stood next to the bed and gazed down at him,
a pang of guilt making her heart ache. The rapid
healing common to vampires had kicked in, but he
was still a bit bruised and battered. One eye had been
swollen nearly shut the other night, but now was just
a little puffy. The cuts she'd left were almost gone.

Holding her breath, she sat down on the bed next to
him.

Although she tried not to jar him, he must have sensed
her presence...as he claimed he always could...and his
eyes opened slowly, their expression betraying his
surprise.

He tried to speak, but she placed one finger on his
mouth, shaking her head.

"Don't talk," she said softly. "Not yet." She took a
deep breath, striving to remain calm. "I'm....I'm
sorry," she whispered, tears shining in her eyes. "I'm
so sorry....for the way I treated you...the things I said."

He sat up in the bed. "Buffy..."

"And...I didn't mean it," she added, swallowing hard. "I
really didn't."

Despite her efforts, two diamond bright tears trickled
down her cheeks.

Spike couldn't bear it. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured,
pulling her into his lap. "Come here."

Buffy wrapped her arms around his and hid her face
against his shoulder as she cried. "Please," she begged.
"Please give me another chance...don't leave me. I
need you...and I can make it better...I will. Just...just
stay with me....please."

"Buffy....stop crying, now," he soothed her. "I'll never
leave you. You know that. Couldn't....even if I wanted
to." He rocked her on his lap, stroking her hair.

"Promise?" she asked, her voice tiny.

Pulling back, he smiled at her. "Promise." He
brushed the tears off her face. "I love you, you silly
girl. That's forever."

Completely awed at his capacity for instant forgive-
ness, Buffy smiled back and tilted her face to be
kissed.

"Come to bed, love," Spike said, turning her in his
arms and lowering her to the mattress. "I'll make you
forget it ever happened. Just a bad dream, baby."
Leaning closer, his lips nearly touched hers. "I've got
you now, and I won't let anything hurt you ever again."

She stared up into his eyes, believing all the promises
she saw there. "Love me," she said impulsively. "Love
me....right now."


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

With an expertise that came from a great deal of
practice, he stripped her clothing off in less than
thirty seconds. Boots, jeans, sweater and underwear
all melted away beneath his hands, and were tossed
somewhere that she didn't care about.

For her part, she kicked the sheet back until it
was puddled on the floor at the foot of the bed, baring
his body to eyes that had been hungry for the sight
of him.

Sighing, she gently touched the remaining bruises on
his torso and promised she would kiss each and every
one all better.

They spent a long time just kissing. It was one of their
favorite aspects of foreplay and they did it well. Each
one knew the others technique by heart, and could
respond in all the perfect ways.

Buffy knew that he enjoyed the feel of her tongue in
his mouth, so she thrust it in aggressively. Finding
and caressing his, her tongue danced playfully over
his teeth, licking the slick enamel.

Spike knew that Buffy liked hard, domineering kisses.
He moved up in the bed until he rose over her, then
sank his hand into her hair to hold her in place. When
his lips came down on hers, they were demanding and
rough; not asking, but taking what they wanted from her.

When she was breathless, and he was too impatient
to wait, he moved down her throat. Kissing and licking
her warm skin until he reached the upper curve of her
breasts.

This was one of his favorite places to spend time, and
he took complete advantage every time he got the
chance.

Sliding down her body, he cupped her left breast
in his hand. Squeezing and fondling, he molded her
soft flesh to his touch, fingering the tight, pink nipple
until it was hard.

He licked his lips and grinned up at her. "Can I taste?"

Buffy shrugged. "I suppose if you must," she said, trying
to sound very nonchalant about the whole matter and
failing totally.

"Oh, I really must," he insisted. Extending that talented
tongue of his, he flicked it teasingly over the rigid peak,
moistening it heavily. "Mmm...tastes yummy," he said
approvingly. "I want more."

Opening his mouth, he took her breast in and sucked,
not hard...but not the least bit shy about it either.

Buffy dragged in a harsh breath and arched her
back, forcing her breast in more deeply. "Oh, Spike...that
feels...like heaven."

"Mm-hmm," he agreed, the vibrations of his voice tickling
her. Not one to play favorites, he quickly moved to the other
breast and gave it the same attention.

The slayer was swimming in bliss. This man knew every
sensitive place on her body and he played them all like
a violinist. As he suckled her, his left hand moved up
between her thighs, coaxing them apart.

"Come on, baby," he murmured against her skin. "Open
for me....that's it. Let me in...fuck, you're wet...so slick and
juicy. Hey...come back here. I'm not done..."

Her body heaved in his grasp when she felt his finger
rubbing her clit. She twisted away, taking her breasts out
of his reach, which had provoked his protest.

Spike pushed her flat on the bed again. "Give me the
other one, baby," he said hotly, his eyes burning into
her with deep heated lust. "You give it to me...that's
it...that's my girl..mmm...yeah...more..."

Buffy cupped her hand beneath her right breast, lifting
it and offering it to his hungry mouth. He sucked and
licked her nipple until she was nearly insane with the
pleasure, always remembering to be careful with his
teeth.

"Harder," she encouraged him hoarsely. "Suck harder.
Oh....yes....like that...oh, God...."

He continued rubbing her clit as he nursed at her
bountiful flesh. The moisture was flowing from her,
slicking his finger as it was joined by his thumb in a
gentle pinch.

Her entire lower body jerked up from the bed, stiffening
in a spasm of pleasure as her thighs clamped down
tight around his hand.

Buffy's fingers flew over his face, caressing the sharp
angle of his cheek. One digit inserted itself into his
mouth and he released her breath and began to suck
passionately on her finger.

Placing her feet flat on the bed, she lifted her hips.

"I want to feel your fingers inside me," she whispered
in his ear. "Please, Spike...please....put it inside me."

He pulled back a little, maintaining eye contact as he
sucked her finger. Then, he plunged his own finger up into
her drenched passage, sliding it in deep.

"In and out," she begged, not looking away.

Spike bit down on her finger and then began pumping
his in and out of her slick heat as she'd requested.

After a moment, he released her from his mouth.

"Another finger?" he asked, smiling when she nodded.

One finger slid out of her, but two slid back in.

Buffy gasped loudly, her head grinding into the
pillow.

"You gonna come, baby?" His voice dripped over
her like hot honey, oozing into all her crevices and
making her sigh and moan. Her hips Begin to rise
and lower in counterpoint to the thrust of his fingers.

"That's it," he murmured. "Do it...fuck yourself on my
fingers...come on...you're so creamy...harder...do it
harder."

Mindlessly, she obeyed every direction. Then, when
she knew she couldn't wait much longer, he suddenly
stopped and slid down between her thighs.

Removing his fingers, he draped her legs over his
shoulders and buried his face in her aching crotch.

Displaying no gentility, his tongue invaded her, burrowing
as deeply as he could force it in.

Buffy whimpered and clawed at the bed sheets when
she felt his tongue moving around inside of her.

He broke away just long enough to grunt two words: "Watch
me."

She opened her eyes and looked down, waiting....

Keeping her gaze pinned to his, he lowered his head
and licked her long and slowly. She squealed when he
rubbed her clit with the tip of his tongue.

His face was sticky and wet from her, and he paused
a moment to savor the taste. "Christ, you've got the sweetest
tasting pussy I've ever known. You're like fucking candy...that
creamy stuff that oozes out of those chocolate easter eggs."

Buffy giggled, knowing she'd never be able to look at that
particular candy in quite the same way again.

Not put off in the slightest by her laughter, Spike grinned.
"Or maybe that marshmallow cream that comes in a jar,"
he said devilishly. "Every time I stick my finger in that, I
think of the way your pussy clings to me, all sticky and
sweet..."

"You're making me hungry," she protested.

His eyes absolutely gleamed. "S'all right....I got something
for you to eat."

"Something sweet?" she asked lightly.

"Real sweet," he assured her, rising to his knees and
moving up. "Like a lollipop...an all day sucker."

His impressive erection was poised in front of her lips.

"Open up, little girl," he demanded, sliding his cock
between her parted lips. "Eat me good, baby...ah, fuck!"

Buffy raised herself on one elbow and took a firm hold
at the base of his erection. Squeezing gently, she rotated
her wrist and relaxed her throat, letting him slip in deeper.

She sucked hard, then softly, letting her tongue come
into play and lick circles around the blunt head of his
shaft, tasting the drops of ejaculate that formed there.

"Oh...oh, fucking hell," he hissed, his eyes closed
tightly. "Suck harder, babe...that's it...use your tongue
there...right beneath the head..."

He had to grab the headboard of the bed to keep
himself in position. His hips moved slowly back and
forth, imitating the motions of intercourse.

"Buffy," he choked. "You're the best....the fucking ab-
solute best...never was this good....never before...ahh!"

She nipped at him, not liking to be reminded of whatever
came before, unreasonably jealous of any other girl
who'd touched him this way.

Spike suddenly pulled out of her mouth. Grabbing her by
her shoulders, he wrestled her into a prone position.

He was being a little rougher than he usually was, but
she understood it. She'd hurt him, and he had a right
to be demanding and bossy. And if this was the form her
punishment was going to take....well, she'd heard of worse.

Reaching for her hips, he dragged her forward until his
shaft was positioned for penetration. He was kneeling on
the bed, and her legs were on either side of his hips.

He took hold of himself, and rubbed the glans of his
penis against the sensitive button of her clit, making her
cry out for more.

"You want it?" he asked, teasing her by holding back. "Want
me in you? Tell me...or I won't do a fucking thing."

Buffy stared at him through hazy green eyes. "I want it,"
she moaned. "Please...give it to me. Put it in me...."

"Say it properly!"

She took a deep breath. "Your....your cock. Put in inside
of me....do it now...I need it now," she whined. "Fuck me with
it...fuck me good."

His eyes turned a deeper shade of blue, and his hips lunged
forward as he buried himself to the hilt. Pausing a moment, he
ground into her a little.

Buffy was nearly cross eyed with pleasure. Helpless beneath
the onslaught of his wildly thrusting body, she jerked and
burned beneath him, panting harshly and urging him on.

"Yes...yes...Spike...harder...harder...oh...oh...so good...so
hard..."

She reached for him, but couldn't quite make contact,
so she fell back on the bed. Her fingers crept up her
body and she cupped her own breasts, knowing how
much that particular sight heightened his arousal.

"Fuck," he muttered softly, pistoning his hips back
and forth. He reached beneath her and gripped the
cheeks of her ass, lifting her. "Don't stop doing that,"
he rasped. "Squeeze them harder...good...now play
with your nipples...tug on 'em...wet your fingers first,"
he added quickly.

Buffy stared up at him, sliding the finger and thumb
of her right hand into her mouth. She sucked and
licked them, letting him see her tongue as it moistened
them.

"Bloody hell, girl," he moaned. "You're fucking killing
me here."

She smiled and moistened the same fingers of her
left hand.

"Come on, come on," he hissed when she dawdled over
the task.

Placing her hands on herself, she flicked her nipples
lightly.

"Again," he panted.

She complied, licking her lips for effect.

"Now squeeze them." He pumped harder. "Tighter!"

Pinching the hard peaks, she tugged and manipulated
them, drawing wet circles around them with the tips
of her index fingers.

Spike seemed completely undone by her actions. Lever-
ing himself up, he adjusted her position and then fell on
top of her.

Buffy grunted slightly at the sudden drop of his weight,
but she rallied quickly and wrapped her arms around him
to keep him where he was.

Loving the feel of him pushing her deeply into the mattress,
she placed one hand behind his neck, while the other one
curved over his ass as the hard muscle clenched and relaxed
with his thrusts.

"Buffy," he groaned into the side of her neck. "Come for me,
baby. I want you to come when I do...want to feel it..feel
you get tighter and...and wetter. Fuck, yes...do it, babe...do
it for me..."

Astoundingly, he doubled his efforts until he was pounding
into her like a machine.

She was so close...so close she could taste it as well as
feel it.

Their bodies merged and blended with every thrust. Faster
and harder, they came together and pulled apart, each
eliciting loud cries of painful need and wanton pleasure.

"Buffy...Buffy...Buffy..," he chanted with every ram of
his pelvis against hers. "Love...you...love...you...."

Her entire world had collapsed like a folding telescope,
all of it centered in him. All that she saw...all that she
felt...all that she heard, was with him. About him. For
him.

Anything and everything...the beginning and the
end...and all that came in between.

His final thrust slammed into her, and she felt
him grinding his cock down hard, providing intense
friction on her clit.

His orgasm triggered hers, and it washed over her
with such force that she completely lost control.

Closing her eyes tightly, she screamed her final
words of passion right into his ear where he
couldn't possibly miss it.

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

A lifetime later...when she finally opened her
eyes...she caught him staring down at her in
shock.


TBC.....

Comments are appreciated.

Living Things
Part 3




Buffy stood in the shower, hot water pelting
down on her, soothing her tired and aching
muscles.

She'd spent the entire night with Spike, making
love over and over again, until they were both
too exhausted to continue.

Dragging herself home this morning, she had
collapsed on the couch, unable to summon up
the will...or the strength...to climb the stairs and
fall into bed.

"Vampire comes along," she'd muttered, "and I'm
one dead slayer." A sudden smile had bloomed on
her face, and her eyes had become dreamy with
memory. "But it was worth it."

She had slept until almost 4:00 p.m., and woke up
smiling from an intensely erotic dream she'd been
having about dancing in the Bronze, and Spike walking
in. Seeing each other for the first time, he had picked
her up and carried her to a quiet and dimly lit corner,
then had begun to undress her.....

"Stop," she ordered herself. "You're gonna drive
yourself insane. Stop thinking about Spike."

She may as well have said "Stop breathing" for all
the good the words did her.

Laying prone on the couch, she'd stared at the
ceiling. It was done now. The struggle to not love
him was over. She'd finally surrendered and just
accepted it.

All she had to do now was make everyone else
accept it. Accept it, or at least tolerate it, since
she had no intention of going back now.

The first order of business would be to tell
everyone about it. With a wicked smile on her
face, she had reached for the phone.

"Hi, it's me...Nothing much...I thought it might
be fun to go out tonight...Let's just hang at the
Bronze for a while...Tell Willow and Tara,
okay?...How about 7:00?....See ya then..."

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

After her shower, Buffy wrote a short note and
cajoled Dawn into delivering it to Spike. The
message had been brief and to the point:
'Tonight...the Bronze...7:00'

She then packed an overnight bag and made
arrangements for her sister to spend the night
with a friend from school.

When Dawn returned, Buffy sat her down on the
couch and told her everything. Dawn had no
problem accepting it, and had summed up her
opinion in two words..."About time."

Hoping that attitude would carry over to the
others, Buffy ran upstairs and dove into her
closet.

Easily finding what she wanted, she held the
dress up in front of her and stood before her
full length mirror, smiling at her reflection.

She took off her robe and donned a lacy, black
camisole with matching panties. Deciding to
really go all out, she pulled on her black garter
belt and clipped a pair of sheer stockings to it.

"That ought to make his eyes pop," she said
confidently. Pleased with what she saw in the
mirror, she reached for her dress and slipped
it on.

The bodice of the dress was a clingy black lace
that hugged every curve down to her waist, where
it fell in silky folds slightly above her knees. Cut
low in the front, it displayed a modest amount of
cleavage.

Plugging in her hot curlers, she made up her face
while she waited for them to heat. She used a
light rose blush on her cheeks, and a darker shade
on her lips. She paid careful attention to her eyes,
blending two different colors of shadow, then
underlining them with a medium brown pencil. She
finished up with several strokes of her mascara
wand, until her lashes were a long, lush frame for
her eyes.

After curling her hair, she slid a pair of sparkly side
combs into it to pull it back from her face.

A drop of perfume behind her ears and on her
pulse points completed her makeover.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, she grabbed
her purse and headed out the door.

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

Walking into the Bronze at five minutes past
seven, Buffy scanned the room and spotted her
friends. She smiled when she saw Spike sitting
with them, and was glad to see that everyone
seemed to be getting along.

"Okay," she whispered, "this is it."

As she approached the table where they were
sitting, Spike sat up a little straighter and looked
around. He grinned when he saw her, his eyes
widening with male appreciation.

Knowing that he had once again sensed her
presence before actually seeing her, Buffy felt
a little pleased shiver race up and down her spine.

She breezed on up to the table. "Hi, guys. Sorry
I'm late."

"No worries," Xander said, getting to his feet. "I'll
get you a chair."

Unable to resist the devilish impulse to shock them
all right out of their shoes, she declined the chair
and walked around the table, depositing herself in
Spike's lap.

As surprised as he was by her behavior, his arms
automatically wrapped around her waist. "Still love
me?" His lips formed the words silently.

She nodded and cupped his cheek in her hand. "Hey,
you," she greeted him softly. "I missed you all day."

Leaning down, she kissed him long and hard.

One of his hands moved up her back, and he tangled
his fingers in her hair as they kissed.

A moment or two later, she ended the kiss, then
turned her head to check everyone's reaction.

"Close your mouth, Xander." She laughed a little, a
sound that her lover echoed against the side of her
neck. "And yes...it's exactly what it looks like."

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

The End.