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“So you see, women can give birth. We hold life within us Spike. So really,
women aren’t really the weaker sex. We’re just seen that way because we have these
pesky things called emotions that you men seem very capable of hiding,” Buffy said and
put her beer down on Spike’s coffee table. “And we have intuition. Well, you men have it
too, but us women seem to actually listen to it more. Not saying that all of you are the
same . . . Though sometimes it appears you might be.”

“Looks can be decieving.”

“I’ll give you that. Especially with you.”

He grinned and reached out, swooping her legs up so that her feet rested on his lap.
Whipping off her shoes, he started to massage her feet.

“You’re trying to distract me,” she told him.

“Wouldn’t think of it. I’m very much enjoying hearing you go off.”

She laughed, “Angel--”

His hold on her foot tightened and she clamped her mouth shut, then, “Sorry. He who shall
remain nameless never listened to me when I’d start going off about something. He’d just
sit and nod and say ‘yes dear.” Like I didn’t notice that he was channel surfing and not
listening to me.”

“Wanker.”

“I’ll say,” she muttered.

“How about I make you a promise?”

“What sort of promise? And can you resume with the rubbing while making the promise?”
she said and smiled cheekily.

“Spoiled rotten--”

“Hey now,” she scolded, pointing at him.

“I promise that I’ll at least tell you when I’m not listening to you,” and this time, he
grinned cheekily.

She swatted him and then laughed. “What time is it anyway?” and she looked around the
room, searching for a clock.

“You’re not leaving yet, are you?”

She smiled, “I don’t really want to--”

“Good,” he smiled. “Stay with me for a bit longer.”

“Just a bit?” she teased.

He gazed at her solemnly, releasing her feet and pulling her so that her thighs were across
his own. He brought her into the circle of his arms and kissed her sweetly. “Stay for . . for
a very long time, Buffy,” he whispered huskily.

“Mmmkay,” she murmured and kissed him again. His lips were like a magnet, she’d
decided. She could taste the salt of the potato chips they’d munched on and the bitterness
of the beer he’d been nursing. She had the distinct feeling that he had wanted to be in
complete control of his faculties in case she lost any of hers.

Such the gentleman.

It made her want to bring out the beast in him. And it wasn’t the beer talking either. She’d
been nursing hers as well. The same beer for an hour and a half now. Grabbing his shirt
and balling it in her fists, she hoisted herself up and over his lap so that she was straddling
him. He was hard between her legs in an instant. Moaning at the feel and being unable to
stop herself from grinding her rapidly dampening center against him, she deepened the
kiss, satisfied when she heard him groan.

“Buffy,” he sputtered, breaking away, “We have to stop.”

“No,” she shook her head, “I don’t want to.” She pouted slightly, remembering how he’d
said it turned him on.

“Buffy,” he groaned and closed his eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

She slithered her hand between them and undid the button on his pants. His eyes shot open
he stared at her in complete and utter shock; frozen it seemed.

She smirked and the sound of his zipper going down was the only sound in the room.
Moving the material away the best she could, she made a sound halfway between a laugh
and a gasp when his engorged member sprang out in her palm. “Commando,” she purred.

“Buffy, Christ. . . “

She slid off his lap and to the floor, kneeling before him.

He grabbed her arm. “Buffy, no. You don’t have to--”

She cut him off by engulfing him in her mouth, whilst working his jeans further down until
they were off.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, his head lolling back.

“Not yet, but soon,” she giggled and took her mouth off him to stroke up and down his
shaft.

“Buffy, you don’t--”

“I know, I know. I want to. Just enjoy.”

He wound her hair in one hand and forced her to look at him. She met his eyes, dark and
intense. “I love you, you know?”

She nodded, “I know.” And she swirled the head of his cock with her tongue and sucked
hard, taking pleasure in the pleasured sounds Spike was eliciting.

“Buffy...God...yes . . . fuck, yes. Take me . . . Oh God, all the way, baby.”

She slid down his length until he was nudging the back of her throat. Relaxing her throat
muscles she took him further down and swallowed.

His eyes popped open and he watched her, his gaze a mixture of shock and adoration.
“Fuck!” he gasped, “Do that again.”

“Happy too,” she purred. Moaning down his length, knowing that would drive him crazy,
she deep throated him again.

“Buffy, I’m not going to last long. . . please baby. Come up here and let me love you,” he
begged.

“Not yet. I want you to cum.”

“Buffy, please, please, please,” he babbled as she bobbed her head up and down his cock,
deep throating him on every other stroke of her mouth. She reached out with her hand and
fondled his balls while he continued to babble. She took him down and then sucked hard
on his head.

“Buffy!” he shouted and came hard in her mouth. She wondered how long he’d gone
without sex from the amount he came, but decided she didn’t want to know . . . not that
much anyway. She swallowed him down and lazily cleaned him off with her mouth before
he hauled her up to straddle him once more. This time though, he surged off the couch,
causing her to wrap her legs around him. With her arms encircling his neck, he kissed her
hard, possessively.

“We do this; you’re mine. Do you understand me?” he told her, almost sternly.

She nodded, “Yes.”

“No going back, Buffy, I mean it.”

She nodded again, “Yes, yes.”

He growled and kissed her hard, starting to walk, which was really stumbling to his
bedroom. She giggled as he backed her into a wall. He grinned rakishly and then got it
right, gliding easily in his room and flopping down on the bed.

She ground herself agaisnt his rapidly swelling member, wanting it in her and soon. She
clawed at his shirt, nearly ripping it off him. Where it landed once it was over his head,
she didn’t know, nor did she care. She glided her hands all over him, wanting desperately
to feel him under her hands.

“Buffy, slow down,” he managed to get out.

“Slow later, want you now,” she said breathlessly.

He reared up and he started tugging on her pants while she tugged off her shirt. Her pants
gone in record timing, she started for her bra and he grabbed her wrist, halting her.

“No, no,” he told her deeply. “I want to do that.”

She nodded, “Please, Spike, please.”

He slid a finger inside her panties, seeking her core. Teasing her nub, she bit her lip and
moaned, thrusting herself against his finger. He slid two fingers inside her and stroked her
clit with his thumb while his other hand ripped her panties clear from her body. She let out
a small shriek, the primal move getting her even closer to the edge.

“Cum for me,” he told her and rubbed her harder, moving his thumb in circles.

Her eyes rolled up in her head and she came with a long, deep moan, her hips swirling and
grinding against his fingers. His fingers left her and she watched hotly as he brought his
hand to his mouth and licked his fingers clean of her juices, moaning all the while with his
eyes closed.

Taking his fingers out of his mouth and grinning saucily, he held out his hand to her.
“Want a taste?”

She could tell he didn’t expect her to take him up on his offer by the surprised look on his
face when she suckled his wet fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on him combined with
the saltiness of his fingers. “Mmmm,” she moaned.

“God, Buffy, you’re so gorgeous.”

Taking his fingers out of her mouth, he set to work on discarding her bra. When
sufficiently discarded, he cupped her breasts in his hands and worshipped them with his
mouth, teasing her nipples, sucking on them and laving them with his tongue.

“Spike, please, please.” Now she was babbling. She reached between them and took him,
placing him in position. She met his eyes. “Please.”

“Buffy...condom.”

“Pill. I’m on the pill.”

That was all it took and bracing both on either side of her head, he lunged forward and
buried himself in her. Her eyes shut from the pleasure/pain of it.

“Look at me,” he demanded hoarsely. “I want you to see who’s making love to you.”

Her eyes popped open and she nodded, “I see, I see.”

“How’s that feel baby?” he asked and twisted his pelvis just right so that he brushed her
clit.

“Oh God, Spike, right there.”

Leaning down he kissed her deeply, his thrusts achingly slow, but oh so good. God, he
was touching her heart, she was sure of it. She could feel him inside her touching . . .
everything. So full of him, she was.

“Feel so good, Buffy. . . God, I’ve wanted you for so long. Loved my Golden Girl for so
long. . . “

“Yes, yes, yes,” she encouraged when he started rocking faster and harder.

“Mine now. Say it, Buffy. Say you’re mine now.”

“Uhh.. Spike. . . Feels so good inside me. So hard...so oh god...”

“Say it,” he demanded, “Say you’re mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped, “I’m yours.”

He snapped then and pounded into her hard and fast. Before she knew it, she was coming
apart. Her mouth opened and no sound came out; she was sure she was going to black out
from the intense pleasure. She faintly heard him roaring her name as he came inside her,
the blood rushing in her ears making everything fuzzy.

He collapsed against her and she noted as she started to drift back to Earth, that thier skin
was slick from the exertion of their coupling. He wound his arms around her tightly,
peppering her shoulder, neck and face with kisses as he rolled them to their sides. He was
still buried deep inside her and she had no desire to let him go just yet.

“Did you mean it?” he whispered, burying his face in her neck. “Please, Buffy, please tell
me you meant it. Tell me you’re my girl.”

She pressed a kiss to his shoulder, “I’m yours,” she whispered, her eyelids starting to
drop.

“I love you, my beatiful Golden Girl. My Buffy.” She heard him murmur as sleep claimed
her tired and wonderfully sore body.





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