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Chapter Two



Buffy swayed her hips against Spike’s seductively. They had been dancing, more like grinding, for over an hour now. When they had started to dance there had been this instant chemistry that had kept them on the dance floor.

"You want a drink, luv?" Spike breathed into her ear.

Buffy nodded. After dancing for so long, she was extremely thirsty. They made their way to the bar and Spike ordered a beer for himself and turned to Buffy, silently asking what she’d like. "Diet Coke," she told him.

Diet Coke, huh? he thought to himself before placing her order with the bartender. "Exactly how old are you, Buffy?"

"Eighteen," Buffy answered immediately. Spike seemed older, and she didn’t want to scare him off with her youth.

Spike nodded, taking their drinks and handing her the darker cup. "I’m twenty-three." Spike quickly finished his beer before ordering another. It was getting late and their two groups of friends had left a short while before.

Willow hadn’t wanted to leave Buffy alone at the club with Spike, and neither had Xander but for his own selfish reasons. Buffy had insisted that she was fine and could find her way home by herself. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt completely secure in Spike’s company.

As Spike finished his beer in front of her it was obvious he was on the verge of being completely drunk. One more should do it, Buffy thought to herself as Spike ordered another.

"It’s getting late." Buffy didn’t want him to think she was younger than she’d led him to believe, but her mother was going to kill her if she didn’t get home soon.

Spike nodded, finishing his last beer. "You wanna come back to my place?"

Buffy thought it over for a second. No, no, no. You cannot go to his place. Unless you want to be grounded for the rest of your life! "Sure, just let me run to the ladies’ room first." Buffy rushed off without waiting for a response, already formulating an elaborate story to tell her mother.



Spike paid the cab driver before they exited the taxi. He lead her up the walkway into the small, dark house. "Shh," he hissed as they entered. "Everyone’s asleep."

Everyone? Buffy didn’t bother to ask Spike, she just assumed he had roommates. Instead she nodded and followed him into a tiny bedroom.

"You want something to drink?" he asked her. She just shook her head in response, rooted in her spot just in front of the doorway. "Well, come in. Sit down. We can watch some telly." He gestured to the bed where he was already seated.

Buffy gave him a small, nervous smile before sitting down next to him. The ease she had been feeling at the Bronze was almost completely gone, replaced by an intense fear stemming from her almost complete inexperience with men.

Spike seemed to notice her hesitation, and placed a reassuring hand on her thigh before handing her the remote to the minuscule television. She began surfing through the late night programs as he inched closer to her on the bed.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt Spike’s lips graze the side of her neck. She stiffened a little at first, before allowing herself to enjoy the feeling of his lips on her skin. His mouth trailed a line upwards from her collarbone ending at her lips. She responded after only a second, succumbing to the incredible feeling building in her stomach.

Spike’s hands rested at her waist before roaming up and down her sides underneath her top. He pushed them back onto the bed, so Buffy was laying against the pillows and hovered himself over her small frame. Their eyes locked for a moment before Spike closed the distance between their mouths and was kissing her again.

Buffy felt the remote slip out of her hand and onto the hard wood floor with a bang. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down so their bodies were pressed firmly together. Her eyes opened wide as she felt something hard pressing into her stomach, but quickly closed them getting lost in his kisses.

Spike reached between their bodies, one hand cupping her breast over her shirt and the other caressing her inner thigh over her thin pants. Both hands met at the zipper of her pants, slowly pulling it down. He pushed them down just above her knees and pushed her red lace thong aside. She moaned as she felt a single finger slide inside her.

Buffy lifted Spike’s shirt over his head before placing kisses all over his bare chest. She stopped at one of his nipples licking and kissing it before sucking the hard nub into her mouth. Spike pumped his finger in and out of her even faster in response.

Spike removed his finger, and Buffy almost groaned at the loss of contact. She resisted the urge when she felt him pushing her pants further down her legs, followed by her thong. He traced kisses up her legs, up her thighs, leaving a lingering kiss at her wet opening before traveling up her stomach taking her top with him.

Buffy’s hands flew to the buttons of his jeans, and she said a silent prayer that she was able to unbutton them with ease. She couldn’t help but look down at Spike’s hard member as she pushed his jeans down his legs only to find his boots in the way. He smiled at her trouble untying them and reached down to help her.

"Thanks," she mumbled, her cheeks blushing a deep red as he discarded his boots on the floor with numerous other articles of their clothing.

"No problem, baby," he breathed staring down at her naked form. This only caused her to blush more, which Spike found adorable. "You’re so beautiful."

Buffy reached her arms around his neck, bringing him down for another passionate kiss. Spike positioned himself between her legs while reaching into the duffel bag that was on the floor next to the bed. Buffy opened her eyes mid-kiss when she heard the sound of a wrapper opening. Duh, a condom, dummy. Thank God he remembered because you certainly wouldn’t have!

Spike stared into her eyes after rolling the condom on. Although Buffy was nervous, she was about to lose her virginity after all, she gave Spike a smile and opened her legs wider giving him an open invitation. He slowly entered her reveling in the feeling of her moist channel surrounding him. "God, Buffy," he moaned. "You’re so tight!"

Buffy fought back tears at the immense pain she was experiencing. Spike sensed her need for tenderness and stopped inside her before thrusting deeper, breaking through her barrier without even knowing it. Buffy’s fingernails dug into his back as he did this, holding back a cry she so desperately needed to let out.

The pressure on his back lessened as he pumped slowly in and out of her. The pain she’d felt only moments ago was replaced by the growing sensation in her stomach. "Spike," she whimpered softly, desperate to feel release but also loving the feeling inside her.

The thrusts became longer and faster as Spike neared his own climax. Spike brought his hand down in between their bodies to massage her swollen clit, pushing her further towards her orgasm. "Oh, God. Spike!" Buffy screamed out moments later as Spike pushed her over the edge.

After feeling her muscles tense around his cock, and her juices wash over him, it only took a few quick thrusts before he was spilling his seed into the condom.

Spike gave her a tender kiss before rolling off of her and grabbing a tissue from the night stand. He turned so his backside was facing her and discarded the condom into the trash can.

While he was doing that, Buffy pulled the covers down and over her. Exhaustion started taking over, and she felt her eyelids closing involuntarily.

Spike turned back to her, joining her underneath the covers. He spooned himself against her side wrapping an arm around her bare stomach. She felt his arm moving up and down on her stomach as she tried to regulate her breathing. “You okay, pet?”

Buffy nodded quickly. “More than okay,” she told him. “That was amazing.” She felt her cheeks heat up at her admission.

Spike kissed her shoulder. “You weren’t so bad yourself,” he joked squeezing her closer to him. "Good night, Buffy," he said quietly.

"Good night," she whispered before drifting to sleep.



Buffy’s eyelids fluttered open early the next morning. Memories of the previous night flooded her mind as she looked at the person laying next to her. I can’t believe I did it! she thought to herself. And with him!

Buffy couldn’t help but wonder what Spike would think of their night together when he woke up sober. What if he just slept with me because he was drunk? What if he totally regrets it and it’s weird when he wakes up?

With that last thought corrupting her mind Buffy slid out of bed, careful not to wake Spike and looked around the room for her clothes. Without a sound, she quickly dressed, found her purse and slipped out of the bedroom.

"Hey!" Buffy’s heart jumped to her throat as she stopped like a deer in headlights in the small kitchen. A blonde woman holding a box of cereal was staring at her with a huge grin on her face. "I’m Darla," she introduced herself. "Leaving so soon? I could make you some, well, cereal. It’s the only thing these boys have to eat."

"Uh, no thanks. I have to get going actually," Buffy told her quickly. Darla opened her mouth to say something else, but Buffy didn’t give her the chance. She bolted out of the house, not looking back as she headed home.





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