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Chapter Thirty-three

"Spike?" Buffy said as she came out of the bathroom, naked, a few days later.

Spike looked up from the newspaper he had his nose buried in and
immediately his eyes darkened with lust. "Yeah?"

"I want to look for an apartment," she told him, taking the towel off her
head and letting her golden locks drop to her shoulders in wet tangles.

"Uh-huh," he murmured, watching her in a daze. His cock immediately
stirred to life. She grabbed a comb from the dresser and started to run it
through her hair, with some difficulty.

She looked at him through the mirror, "What do you think?"

He got up slowly and made his way over to her, discarding his t-shirt on
the way. She put the comb down, waiting to see what he was going to do
and recognizing the familiar glint in his eye. He came up behind her and
wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Did you think I'd be able to concentrate when you're like this?" he
whispered, nudging his erection in the crack of her ass.

Buffy closed her eyes in bliss, feeling her center grow wet with anticipation.
She moaned as he massaged her breasts and teased her nipples to points,
watching her lustfully.

"Watch," he whispered and her eyes fluttered open. His lips suckled on her
neck as one hand made the lazy trail from her breasts, fluttering over her
belly and sinking in between her legs. She spread them just a smidge to
give him more room. When his finger caressed her from the inside and he
pinched her clit, she shuddered in delight.

"Spike, please," she whispered, aching to feel his cock inside her, filling her
up.

Quickly, he shed his sweat pants. "Bend over a little, kitten. . . That's right,
put your hands on the dresser. . . spread just a little bit more. . . .God, yes,"
he moaned as he sank slowly inside her heat. She closed her eyes and threw
her head back in response.

He was gripping her hips as he thrust slowly in and out of her wetness sand
it wasn't enough for her. She opened her eyes and watched him, watched
the pleasure cross his face and watched the pain of holding back with it.

That wouldn't do.

She thrust back at him and tightened her inner muscles, massaging his
cock within her, a trick she'd learned just a few days ago. He grunted and
stilled and then started again.

She shook her head, feeling so very close, she just needed it harder. She
thrust back at him and tightened again.

"Buffy—"

"Do it Spike, I want you to fuck me."

"Buffy!"

"Do it!"

Gripping her hips now with bruising intensity, he pounded into her and she
stiffened her arms over the dresser to keep herself from sliding. She thrust
back at him with vigor and felt the pleasure coiling within her.

"Right there. . . " she panted. "I'm gonna. . . Oh god!" She came hard, and
he followed right behind her as she massaged him from the inside with her
fluttering walls. He roared her name and came just as hard, if not harder.
He collapsed against her back, his forehead resting damply on her spine.


"Bleedin' hell, Buffy," he panted.

"I'll say."

He lifted up, sliding out of her with a moan and twirled her around, kissing
her ravenously and shifting them towards the bed. They fell in a tangle of
limbs in the bed, Spike's body covering hers. He kissed her languidly this
time and smoothed a hand down her body, brushing the pads of his fingers
across her nipples on the way and then cupping her mound.

She opened for him and it thus it began again.

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"So, tell me about this apartment idea?" Spike asked later as they dressed.
Shooing her hands away from her blouse, he buttoned it up for her and she watched him with a tender smile playing on her lips. It was endearing to watch him dress her, more intimate somehow than undressing her.

"I want to get one."

"For . . . ?"

She rolled her eyes, "Us."

He blinked, "You do?"

She paused, "Do you not want to live with me?"

"Oh, no, kitten, I do. I just didn't know if you wanted to live with me."

She gave him a funny look. "Why wouldn't I want to? We lived together for
six years."

"Yeah, but, that was different."

"Well, I know all about your disgusting habits, you know about mine—"

"I have no disgusting habits."

"Tell that to the bed full of nails when you bite them in bed."

He gave her a look, "You never said anything about that before."

She grinned, "Because in some perverse way it's cute to watch you do it.
You get this little boy look on your face and it's always when we're watching
something intense or you're thinking really hard about something."

He smiled. "It must be love."

She smiled back, "Must be."

"Well, as it so happens," he told her, sitting back on the bed and leaning
back on his elbows to look up at her, "I was looking for apartments this
morning. I didn't want to presume that you'd want to live with me, but now
that I know," he grinned and reached for her, yanking her on top of him.
"Now we can look together. Have a preference kitten?"

"As long as it's cockroach free and clean, I don't care."

He kissed her chastely, "One bedroom should suffice?"

"She nodded, "Yes. Two bedrooms will only increase cost. Spike, I'm going
to get a job so I can help pay for rent."

He shook his head. "Buffy, you're not dropping out of school. I'll get
another job before I let you do that."

"I'm not going to drop out of school, Spike. I'm going to get a job in addition
to school. A part time job at least for now. Plus, I can work on campus at
the library in between classes for now too. That way, I can study and have
time for a job."

"Buffy—"

"Spike, undergrads do it all the time. It's not a big deal. Some even have
apartments off campus all on their own by doing that. It'll be fine. I only
have a couple years left anyway. The only reason why I never got a job
before was because Mom and Giles pretty much gave me what I needed,"
she wrinkled her nose, "That sounds pathetic when I say it out loud."

"Nah, they just wanted you to focus on school, that's all. You know what a
stickler Dad is about school."

"Right. Well, I think a job would be good for me. And if it's for us to live
together, then even more of an incentive, don't you think?"

Reaching up, he caressed the side of her face and gazed up at her lovingly,
"Sometimes I have a hard time believing you're really here and you love
me."

She pecked his lips quickly, "Believe it." Crawling off him to stand, she held
out her hand to help him up. "Let's go look for a place of our own, shall we?"


He smiled and stood, "Let's." Spike grabbed the paper and Buffy grabbed
her purse. "You know," he said as they walked to the door, "We can discuss
some of your disgusting habits now," and he opened the door.

The pair halted at the sight before them.

Spike stared and then cleared his throat before speaking to the man standing before them. "Hi, Dad."





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