“Buffy?”

“Mmm?” This was nice. Who would have thought that she’d be content sharing a quiet snuggle with Spike, after a pretty hefty bout of wild sex?

“I don’t mean any of it, you know.”

The Slayer’s brow furrowed. Didn’t mean what? That she was sexy, that she turned him on, that he enjoyed these illicit evenings? “Huh?”

“All the mean things I say to you--don’t mean any of ’em. Not anymore, anyway. I wouldn’t hurt you if I had the chance.” He didn’t dare look at her, in case she burst out laughing just like all the girls whom he had bared his heart to, so long ago. Instead he just traced his finger up the young woman’s spine, basking in her warmth, as she lay pressed against him.

Buffy propped her head on her hand and stared in wonder at the demon lying beside her. What a strange, strange vampire, defying his very nature in deference to something he shared with his natural enemy. What did this mean to him? Was she just a good roll in the hay? Was she becoming a good friend? Or maybe more than that?

Bigger question was, what did it all mean to her?

“I... I don’t think I could either. Hurt you, I mean.” She placed a finger on Spike’s chin and turned his head towards her. “I don’t know what this means, to you or me, and I doubt you know either. All I know--or think I know... God, I’m so confused... All I know is that I don’t hate you anymore. And it’s not just because you’re amazing between the sheets,” she slapped him playfully when he growled and raised his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips, “oh, stop that--I’m trying to say something serious here. I think it’s because inside, you’re not the same cocky bastard you are on the outside.”

Her face scrunched up, and she let her head back down against him. “That didn’t make any sense, did it?”

“Funny ‘nuff, luv, it did. I think what you’re trying to say is that when it’s just you and me, we shed our Big Bads and it’s just you and me--two people who, strangely enough, get along right nicely.” He felt her chuckle, the vibrations causing a tightening in his groin.

“You should have been a writer--you know that? You always find the perfect words.”

Oh, you don’t know just how close you are, luv. “How ‘bout if I said ‘you, me and shower’--those words sound perfect to you?”

Nodding her head, Buffy sat up. “Actually, that sounds great right about now. As much as I love sex with you, I’ve still got to get used to the no-condom aspect of it.”

Chuckling, Spike pulled himself up as well, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “You know, a little fluids never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, that’s for ‘a little’ fluids--that’s not what happens when you come.” She used a corner of the sheet to wipe her skin of some of the residual dampness, making a face at the stain that appeared on the fabric.

As they made their way to the bathroom, Spike stopped and placed his hand on the Slayer‘s shoulder. “Look, Buffy--I’m sorry about the note, though. I wasn‘t thinking ‘bout your mum at the moment--hope she really didn‘t get that nasty with you.”

“That’s ok. It still didn’t stop her from taking an over-nighter to LA. She wanted to go look at some new sculptures, or something.” Truth was, she hadn’t really been paying attention to what her mother had been telling her. At that particular moment, all she’d been able to concentrate on was the vampire’s note and how wet it had made her.

Spike’s countenance changed immediately at the blonde’s words. “You mean you don’t necessarily have to go home early?”

“Or at all...” Buffy laughed, wresting herself from the vampire’s grip. She ran into the bathroom and tried in vain to shut the door before he was able to follow. She squealed as she was swept up into Spike’s strong arms, her feet dangling inches above the cool ceramic tile of the bathroom floor.
“Cor, Slayer, let’s have ourselves one hell of a shower, shall we?”

Buffy nodded, unable to say no to the darkened blue gaze that was staring straight through her. Strangely enough, something was brewing between them and although she was nervous about facing any ‘feelings’ for Spike, she wasn’t going to deny that things were changing quickly...

Spike wondered what was going through the young woman’s mind, but he decided to leave her to her own thoughts--for the moment. He’d specifically requested a room with a spacious shower--it had been a toss-up between the Jacuzzi and the shower, but he hadn’t known how much time they’d have on their side. Reaching into the shower, he turned the water on, trying to get the best temperature possible. Wouldn’t do him any good to burn the Slayer--after all, she’d done a bang-up job of it on her own the week before.

“Come on, pet. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Buffy threw him a disbelieving glance--did he really think she was that dense?--before stepping into the shower. Her body began to sing as it was pelted with hot water from the three showerheads--Spike was definitely getting bonus points with this...

After watching the Slayer for a few seconds, growing hungry at the sight of her skin flushing from the hot water, her hands sliding up her hips to her stomach, head thrown back in obvious bliss, the vampire hopped in after her, pressing his body against hers. He’d never had a woman turn him on so much--not even Dru, he realized regretfully.

Buffy felt renewed desire pool between her thighs at the sensation of having Spike pressed up behind her--cock as hard as ever. If she didn’t know any better, she’d blame everything on a spell, but she did know better, and she knew that if anything, the desire they felt for each other was genuine. She braced her hands up against the tiled wall, fully--and eagerly--expecting Spike to plough into her.

She was surprised, however, when she heard the plastic snap of a bottle lid and felt the vampire’s hands begin to cover her with a soapy lather. He started at her shoulders, kneading out the knots that he found, and moved down her back, thumbs applying pressure along her spine. “Oh...” She couldn’t help but moan out loud at the sensation that was at once relaxing and arousing.

Tilting her head back, Buffy let the water run down her chest, driving down in rivulets over her breasts and down to her pussy. Spike began to wash--if that’s what you could call it--her ass, sliding his soapy hands on her cheeks, pulling them apart.

Spike couldn’t stand it anymore. The scent of the Slayer’s arousal was thick in the shower, easily overpowering the scent of the soap--well, to a vampire’s better-developed sense of smell, anyway. He kneeled down on the hard floor, ignoring how the small tiles cut into his knees. He slowly slid his hands up the insides of Buffy’s legs, beginning at her ankles, and stopping just below her pussy where, from the sound of her gasp, she needed him most.

Taking one soapy finger, he began to slide it along the cleft of her ass, washing away any residual juices that might still be there. Using the water that was cascading down her back to rinse her off, he leaned in and placed a kiss on each cheek. He snaked one hand between her legs, slipping his fingers along the dewy folds of her pussy; sliding his fingers in and out he made sure to pay due attention to the bundle of nerves at the front. At her rear, he used the first and middle fingers of his other hand to pry her ass cheeks apart.

Buffy nearly slipped when she felt his tongue slip along her tight hole. She reached up, gripping the showerhead that was directly above her. His fingers were playing along the lips of her pussy, pushing inside of her every other sweep; behind her, his tongue swept slow circles around her anus, pushing at her entrance. Feeling an orgasm building, she muttered the last words either of them expected: “Bite me... Oh, God Spike, just do it...”

The vampire could feel that her release was near--her legs were shaking, the inner walls of her vagina were beginning to tremble and her breathing was coming in short gasps. But when she opened her mouth and said those two magic words, he almost stopped his ministrations out of sheer... what? Surprise? Arousal? Need? A bit of all of those, if he gave himself time to think about it--which he didn’t. Slipping into game face, hand still stroking her clit, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into her inner thigh.

When she felt his teeth pierce her skin, Buffy’s body began to shake with her release. Every long swallow he pulled from her veins increased the intensity of her orgasm, and seemed to make it stretch on forever. This was wronger than wrong and she knew it, but she was also aware that Spike wouldn’t do her any serious harm. If he wanted to hurt her, he would have had ample opportunity to do so already.

Her legs became wobbly as she felt him retract his fangs from her inner thigh. If it wasn’t for the strong grip he had around her waist, she would have fallen right on top of him. She found it odd, however, that his hold hadn’t loosened any. “Spike? I think I can stand on my own now. You can let go...”

When the only answer she got was a grunt, she swept her hair out of her face and looked down at him. His head was facing down and his body was slightly shaking. “Spike? Are you... ok?”

“Give us a sec, luv. Just trying to get my demon back down.” He let out a throaty chuckle. “You kind of took me--both of us--by surprise with your last-minute request, there.” Truth was Spike was actually a little afraid. It had been so long since he’d had to exert this much energy into controlling his demon. Even the previous week, where it had come out to ‘play’ with the Slayer, he’d had no trouble in pushing it back and resuming his human guise. Now it was taking him every ounce of concentration not to jump up and latch himself onto her neck.

It wasn’t that he was afraid that the demon was going to kill her--what frightened him was the idea that the demon had taken a liking to Buffy and might just try to take itself a mate.

Ignoring all the warning bells that were sounding off in her mind, Buffy crouched down beside the vampire, laying a hand on his cheek. When his amber eyes looked up at her, she allowed herself a moment to examine the demon‘s features. Her fingers traced along the ridges on his forehead, down his still-sharp cheekbones and to his soft lips. His lips parted and she slid her finger in his mouth, tracing the length of his fangs.

Leaning in to place a chaste kiss on his cheek, she whispered in his ear. “Spike, I know that you‘re stronger than your demon. You‘re unlike any other vampire I‘ve ever met--you can control it, I know you can. And if you do, I’ll make sure the reward is more than worth the effort... ” To emphasize her point she liked the palm of her hand and gripped his cock, sliding up and down its length.

Spike felt his demon give a little at the Slayer’s promising words. No longer fighting the urge to drain her, he managed to stand up on shaky legs. He looked down, seeing that Buffy was still kneeling on the shower floor.

Pressing a hand to his abdomen, she held him against the wall. “Don’t. Move.” She inched closer to him, walking gingerly on her knees--damn those tiles were sharp! But the pain in her knees was all but forgotten the moment that she took his erection in her mouth. This time she didn’t play around--no gentle licks, no kneading of the thighs, no drawing it out. Her head bobbed quickly up the length of his shaft, her teeth scraping along its underside, tongue applying pressure all around, creating just the right mix of pain and pleasure to really get the vampire off.

When Buffy felt him begin to tremble with the telltale signs of coming, she slid one finger up her still-wet pussy, wetting it right up to the last knuckle. One hand remained pressed up against his stomach, keeping him firmly in place, while the other hand slid up between the vampire’s legs. When the Slayer knew that the vampire was on the cusp of his release, she pressed the finger which was coated in her juices up against his anus and slid it in.

Spike howled in absolute ecstasy as his orgasm tore through him. Somewhere at the back of his mind, it registered that the Slayer hadn’t pulled her lips from his erection, but had ridden out his outburst. Forcing himself to control his thrusts, he placed his hand on the top of her head as she cleaned him off.

“That’s not the best way to help me keep my demon in check, love.” The vampire chastised her, still trying to catch his breath, back against the wall, head thrown back, chest heaving in and out.

Buffy stood up, stepped forward and brought his head down to hers for a lingering kiss. “How about if we go back out there, hop in the non-sticky bed, and take it slow? No kinky stuff, just nice, normal missionary sex?”

That was probably the best idea either of them could have had at that moment. Desire still sang through their bodies, but the exertion of the past hours was beginning to take its toll on the blondes. “That sounds like a bloody marvellous idea, pet.”

As they towelled each other off, Spike’s curiosity won out. “If you don’t mind my askin’, pet, where the hell did you pick that up? I’d never pegged you for a bird who’d know about that kind of thing.”

“I read about it once.”

“Where is it that you read all this stuff, Slayer?” Spike greatly doubted that this was the kind of thing someone could pick up in a school library. Unless the school system had changed much, much more than he’d imagined.

Abashed, Buffy cast her eyes to the floor. “Uh, I kinda picked up a copy of Penthouse Letters when I was at Xander’s once.”

The vampire picked her up in his arms and walked out of the bathroom. Chuckling, he placed a kiss on her cheek. “I feel all chuffed that you decided to apply your knowledge on me, luv. Really, if there‘s anything else you read in that book that you want to try out, just let me know...”

Spike gently deposited the Slayer in the unused bed. He looked down at her, unsure of what to do next. When she’d meant ‘take it slow’, did she mean just take it slow, or did she imply more than that? Because, looking down at the golden beauty spread out before him, with her warm eyes and inviting smile, he got this sudden urge to make love to her. To pour out his essence in the act itself, to feel something other than lust and need and the base urges he usually gave in to with Dru.

His demon fought back--it was unnatural for a vampire to want to regain some of his humanity, even if it was for just an evening. But the battle was easily won when Buffy opened her arms to him and spoke gently.

“Come on, Spike. It’s time to take it slow, to make it last a long, long time.” Time to make love, she wanted to say. Because that’s what it felt like to her, waiting for him to cover her body with his own, to gently rock with her to the age-old rhythm.

When he lay down on top of her, he couldn’t help but smirk at the contented sigh that escaped her lips. ‘S just how I feel, love. He leaned in, placing his lips on hers for a lazy embrace. No tongues duelling, no teeth nipping, just two pairs of lips brushing against each other, content with the simplicity of their contact.

Buffy’s hands moved up to his shoulders, where the tips of her fingers began a slow exploration of her lover. His body was so sleek she could feel his muscles working as he held himself up above her. She traced down along his spine, feeling every inch of cool skin she could reach. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt him slide inside of her; there were no words to be said, their bodies’ reactions speaking volumes enough.

Spike deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slide against Buffy’s lips in a silent request for admission. Her mouth opened to let him in, just as she’d done at the apex of her thighs. If there was a definition for bliss, this was it. Sliding in and out of the Slayer’s wet heat, her arms surrounding him, gathering him closer to her, her hips tilting upwards to meet his every thrust--he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

By now, Buffy’s tongue had made its way into the vampire’s mouth, sliding against his teeth, rubbing the flesh of his own tongue. Every thrust of his cock sent shockwaves through her nerves, especially when he angled his pelvis to brush against her most sensitive spot. He now rested on his forearms, hands busying themselves in her hair. It was such an intimate thing for Buffy--much more than anything the vampire had ever done to her--to feel his fingers massaging her scalp and running them through her golden locks. She brought her own hands up to his, linking their fingers together, stretching her arms above her head.

He’d wanted it to last hours, days even. Although he had no way of knowing just how long the two of them had lain there, bodies intertwined, rocking together, he knew it was nowhere as long as he’d wished. He felt the stirrings of a pending release and fought them, unsuccessfully. “Ugh, so sorry Buffy, but I can’t... I...” He opened his mouth and no sound came out as he thrust into the young woman beneath him, emptying his seed deep into her womb.

Buffy’s own release immediately followed. The heightened emotions of their coupling--funny how something slow and silent could have such a severe effect on one‘s body--had her nerves tingling and her heart pumping furiously. “Oh! Ugh!” She screamed her release, her legs gripping the vampire’s waist unmercifully.

When he knew that her orgasm was over, Spike stopped all movement, opting instead for quietly holding Buffy in his arms. He could feel her heart beating, her warm breath on his neck, her internal muscles still twitching in aftershock. This was something he’d missed out on since... well, since forever. There was just something about sex with a living, breathing, woman that turned him on like nothing else.

“Spike?”

“Mmm?”

“Can you please, um, roll over?”

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.” The vampire rolled over onto his back next to the still-panting Slayer. “Didn’t mean to crush you, but that was... well, it was bloody amazing.”

“You weren’t crushing me--I just wanted to do this...” The young woman snuggled up to the vampire, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder. “And I have to agree with you. It was ‘bloody amazing‘, wasn’t it?”

Spike couldn’t help but chuckle at the Slayer’s use of the word ‘bloody’. It just sounded funny to his ears, hearing this American girl use one of his curses. “That it was, luv. Now, close your eyes and get a few winks. It’s already late enough--you should sleep for a while.”

As she yawned, Buffy wondered if Spike had some sort of thrall. She hadn’t felt all that tired beforehand--or maybe she had, but she hadn’t realized it... The thoughts were turning around in her mind as she felt herself drop off, eyelids getting heavier, muscles relaxing, heartbeat slowing down. The last thing to pop into her mind was how nice it would be to finally wake up in bed with someone else...

***

Bright sunlight woke Buffy up as it lit up the entire hotel room. It took only a moment before panic coursed through her--sunlight and Spike were definitely non-mixy... She sat up straight and saw that there was no dust beside her in the bed. “Spike?” Now where had that vampire gone to? She couldn’t hear anything in the bathroom...

Her eyes fell upon a letter that sat on the desk. Pulling herself out of the bed with great effort--funny how one night’s sex with Spike made her feel like she’d done three weeks’ training in one shot--she walked over to the note and picked it up.

Buffy was surprised by the beauty of Spike’s penmanship. Cursive, flowing letters that a regular pen couldn’t do justice to decorated the piece of paper headed with the hotel’s logo. The thought that Spike would have taken the time to write her a note made her smile. The usually caustic vampire was beginning to show a much different side to himself, one she was sure he worked very hard at hiding.

After having folded the note and slipped it into her purse--that was definitely something to stash in her night table--Buffy began to search for her discarded clothing.

Her heart beat faster at the thought of seeing Spike again the following week. She wasn’t surprised to find that she anticipated world-class sex, but she was somewhat discomfited at the eagerness she felt at just being with Spike. This was supposed to be about sex, but the warmth that invaded her heart when she closed her eyes and saw his face told her otherwise. As did the letter that the vampire wrote her--the tone he’d used in the note was closer to what you would use with a loved one, and not an enemy or a casual acquaintance.

Confused more than ever, the young woman picked her purse and her new laptop up and walked out of the room. She’d have lots to mull over in the following six days--many questions to answer and many feelings to explain. One thing she was certain of--she wouldn’t miss their next meeting for anything in the world.

Author's Note: Please review and let me know what you think of this story! Thanks bunches :)