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Chapter 19

Spike opened his eyes to find Buffy smiling somewhat demurely at him. She lay on her side, facing him and just watching him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do, as if she'd done it before.

"Hi," he greeted her sleepily. He ran a hand down her arm. "How are you?"

"Good. Did you sleep okay?"

"Like a rock. Better than I ever had in my room."

"Really?"

He nodded, grinning, "Must be the company."

"Must be," she said and looked down shyly.

Unable to resist her any longer, Spike scooted closer to her so that their thighs were touching. She looked up at him, surprised.

"Can only resist your allure for so long, kitten," he informed her.

She smirked, "You mean my morning breath?

"Real romantic pet."

"Will?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you – Will you come with me today?"

"Where?"

"To the university? I have to pick up some papers and sign some papers. Maybe I can find out what classes I'll have to take
and—"

He pressed a finger to her lips. "You know I'll come with you."

"Will?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you and Dru ever have sex?" Buffy asked, looking down again.

That wasn't what he'd expected. He blinked. "No."

"Did you . . . do anything else?"

"Told you I never felt that way for her."

"What was the exact nature of your relationship then?" she asked slightly exasperated and this time looking up at him.

"This is really bugging you innit?"

She pursed her lips together. "Nope, not at all. Forget I said anything," and she started to roll over.

Spike grabbed her about the waist and brought her back to him. "Nope, not getting away from me that fast kitten."

She was pouting. He didn't think she knew just quite what her pout did to him. Turned him to jelly, made him want to rip the world apart to find who made her pout so he could make it better and. . turned him on.

"Nothing sexual happened between us, Buffy. Did anything happen with you and Riley?"

She shook her head.

"Can I kiss you now?"

"I have bad breath."

"I don't care. I love you."

Her eyes widened, "Wh—what?"

He met her eyes, "I love you, Buffy. I always have and I always will."

"Y—you have?"

"You didn't know?" "I . . . no. I mean I always knew that we were close and you liked being with me. I . . . Will. . . I . . ."

Spike used that opportunity to get what he wanted and alleviate her apparent frustration and stress by pulling her closer and
kissing her. When breathing became an issue, he rested his forehead against hers. "Buffy, it's okay. I know this is a lot all at once
to deal with. Just the fact that you're not running scared from me is enough."

She responded by wrapping her arms around him and holding him to her tightly. "No, I wouldn't."

"Will?"

"Yeah?"

"Does that mean that you . . . that is . . . you never . . . Will, are you a virgin still?"

He really didn't like the ‘still' tacked on to the end of that question, but it wasn't like she didn't know about his status as a virgin.
Of course she knew. And he knew all about hers as a non-virgin. The thought had him holding onto her tighter. He didn't like the idea of any of those morons she dated touching his Angel. They weren't worthy of her. He wanted to be her one and only, just as she was going to be for him. No girl came before, and no girl would come after—a fact that she didn't know yet, but would soon enough.

"Yes, Buffy, I'm still a virgin."

A wide smile split her face.

"What's with the grin?"

"I like that you're untouched. That she didn't . . . that noone . . . defiled you."

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I'm as pure as the driven snow, pet."

"I'll be happy to be your plow," she told him.

Spike burst out laughing, "My dirty little minx." He stopped laughing when he felt her hand rub his length through his boxers.
His half hard member surged to full length at her touch. He groaned and his eyes fluttered shut. "Buffy," he moaned.

"Look at me," she whispered her order.

His eyes flew open and met hers. The green in her eyes had darkened to lust. He was shocked to learn that he had in fact seen
that look of hunger in her eyes. Before his ‘change', when he was just ‘William'.

"Buffy," he breathed.

Her hand had wormed inside his boxers and she had pushed them down a bit to gain easier access. "I'm not going to put my mouth on you just yet, William," she told him huskily. "I just want to give you a preview, ease you in a bit. Sound good?"

"Oh Christ, yes," he moaned loudly as she stroked him and flicked the head with her thumb, spreading his dripping precum
around his head and down the length of him.

"Have you jerked off in your room William?" she asked him.

"Y-yes."

"Did you think of me?"

"Always," he groaned as she squeezed him.

"Kiss me, William."

He obliged her, devouring her mouth with his own as she stroked him languidly up and down. "God, Buffy," he broke off, "I
need—I need—"

"Faster? Harder?" And this time she obliged him, pumping him faster and squeezing him harder.

"Buffy!" he roared and his eyes rolled back in his head, his back arched and he started to come on the bed and on her fingers.
He was too far gone to care about that. He was panting and lightheaded, having had the most intense orgasm he'd ever
experienced. Nothing could compare to having the woman he loved more than anything in the world stroke him to orgasm. He
didn't think he'd be able to masturbate again after that. Good bye hand cramp. Grabbing the towel she'd used to dry her hair
from the night before on her floor at the side of her bed, she cleaned her hand off and what she could of the globs left on her
sheet.

"Did you like that?" she asked and bit down on his earlobe gently, when she snuggled back up to him.

He answered her by toppling her, covering her body with his. He kissed her voraciously, unable to get enough of her. He wanted
to drink her, imbibe her, be joined to her forever. His member was surging to life again.

She slightly pushed at him and rolled him onto his back. She straddled him and he could feel her hot center pressing down just
about his hardening member.

"Buffy," he whimpered.

"Not yet."

"Why not?" now he pouted.

"Because you've been driving me crazy for these past few weeks – especially these past few days – with wanting you. Now, I
get to drive you crazy."

"Buffy, I've been wanting you for years. Crazy doesn't even begin to compare to how insane I'll go if I don't ---get you."

"How romantic, Will," she said dryly, but she was smirking. She leaned down and kissed him sweetly. "So much I want to teach
you first, Will," she whispered against his lips as he buried his hands in her hair.

"Teach me everything," he begged and kissed her voraciously.

"I will," she promised, rubbing against him.

Feeling bold, Spike untangled one hand from her hair and dipped it in between their bodies, seeking out her center. To gain
better access, he rolled them to their sides. Before she could make a comment, he dipped his hand inside her shorts and then
inside her panties. She was hot. And wet.

Her eyes shot open. "William!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with desire.

Experimentally, he rubbed his hand over her folds and watched her face for what felt right.

"Put your finger inside me," she said huskily.

"Which one?"

"Middle."

Curling his hand a bit, he probed his middle finger around, afraid to just thrust it inside her and unsure where.

She took care of the problem by guiding his finger to her opening and pushing it inside.

"Oh God, Buffy," he moaned. He'd known pleasuring her would bring him some amount of pleasure, but he had no idea how
much until he felt her slick walls tighten around his finger and saw the look of passion and desire for him on her face. She allowed
him inside her body. She trusted him inside. He couldn't imagine how profound it'd feel to have his cock inside her. William
started coming up with prose for this event.

She was rubbing against him as he started stroking his finger in and out of her. "Does that feel good?" he asked his voice husk.

"Your finger inside me and your th-thumb is right on my –oh god-clit."

He flicked his thumb and she bucked against him. Feeling the hard nubbin out, he flicked his thumb continuously as he worked
his finger in and out of her.

"Will!" she keened and he felt her come on his hand as her walls tightened around him. It was amazing to him. He nearly came
thinking about how that would feel on his dick.

He wanted a taste of her now. Stroking her softly as she came back down, Spike gently extracted his hand and brought it to his
mouth. She watched dazedly as he sucked his finger in his mouth. His eyes rolled up.

"You taste like honey," he murmured. He looked at her hungrily. "I want more."

She jumped off the bed before he could make another move. She squealed with delight when he tried to grab her. She ran to the
bathroom. "Not yet William! We have things to do!"

"Buffy!" he shouted to her. Silence met him. "I love you!"

Silence again, then, "I know!"

He smiled. For now, that was all he needed.





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