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"Spike." She practically spit out. Oh, how she hated him. His stupid hair and his stupid clothes... and who really wears shoes like that anyway? "What are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing, princess." He raised an eyebrow and she immediately accepted his unspoken challenge.

"None of your business," she snapped, haughtily crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with a cold glare.

He chuckled. No one could amuse him quite like little Miss Summers. "Oh, it's not huh?"

At the bored expression she gave him, he shrugged. "Don't wanna tell me why you're out here, wavin' down whoever happens to come along?"

"I *said* its none of your business."

"Okay, then." He winked before slipping his helmet back on. "Suit yourself, sweetheart."

Buffy cringed as he revved the engine to life. He was the only person that had been by in *hours*. What if no one else happened by? And at least she knew Spike wouldn't hurt her. He might irritate her into committing homicide, but he would never hurt her. Could she be sure that the next person who came along would grant her that same courtesy?

She made a split-second, pride wounding decision then. And just as the bike began to move, she jumped in front of him.

"Bloody hell, woman!" Spike yelled, turning the bike off and jerking the helmet off again. "Are you insane?!"

Buffy swallowed. "I need your help." *God this is hard.*

"And clearly me runnin' you over is ---"

"Spike, please," she interrupted him before he had a chance to berate her. "I'm tired, and its dark, and no one knows where I am, and I don't want to be here anymore."

Her voice took on that whining quality that she was infamous for, and he had the perfect smartass reply for it.

It died on his lips as he looked at her. *Really* looked. Even in the moonlight he could tell she was exhausted and maybe...scared?

He sighed and cursed himself, all the while avoiding her eyes as he ran hand over frustrated hand through his hair. Finally he looked up, defeated. "What's the problem, princes?"

He watched as he shoulders slumped in relief as she whispered a quiet 'thank you'.

He grunted in reply as he got off the bike and pushed it until it was off the road. Walking over to the car, he placed his helmet on the hood. Buffy cringed but kept her mouth shut. He was helping her...he could put his helmet there if he wanted to. If his stupid helmet scratched it, then it was a small price to pay for his help.
Spike saw where her gaze was smiled. Snooty little chit. He patted his helmet for good measure, hoping it might leave a scratch or two on her perfect little pink car.

"So," he began, anxious to get this over with and get on with his trip, "What happened? Flat tire?"

"As if. I could totally have handled that."

Spike chuckled, "Right."

"I could!"

"Anyway...Is it the engine? Cuz if that's the case then Daddy got screwed. Didn't he just buy this atrocity for your birthday?"

"It's not the engine...And my car is *not* an atrocity!"

"Summers, it's pink for Christ sakes."

"My father had it specially made. There's not another one like it in the whole world."

"And thank God for that."

"Would you just lay off my car please? Its not like your motorcycle is any better. And *don't* get me started on the De Soto---"

"You shut your mouth Summers, unless you want me to shut it for you."

"Fine," she ground out. She really didn't have the energy to argue with him tonight.

"Pop the hood and I'll see what I can do." He moved to grabbed his helmet.

"I told you its not the engine...I, uh...I ran out of gas."

"You're shittin' me."

"No," she replied miserably.

"Oh, this is *rich*!" He laughed loudly, fighting tears. "I always knew you were a ditz Summers, but this..." He broke into a laugh again.

"I know it was stupid, Spike. But I really don't need this from you right now. I left L.A. in a hurry and I wasn't thinking clearly---"

"Obviously."

"Bite me."

"Only if you promise to bite back."

"Could we not? Seriously. Once was enough and I'm never goin' back *there* again."

Spike smirked. "Wasn't as bad as all that, was it?"

"It was worse." She dismissed his blatant flirting. Their one night together had been a year ago and it had been nothing to him but a quick fuck. She certainly didn't want to relive those embarrassing, and though she'd never admit to anyone - painful, memories. "Are you gonna help me or not?"

"Well what would you have me do, your highness?" He felt his anger rising. "In case you didn't notice I don't have a gas can strapped to the back of my bike."

She let out a frustrated growl and threw her hands up as she stalked away from him.

Spike tried desperately to *not* notice the sway of her tight little ass as she walked away. He really did. Her indifference to their one night together cut him deeper than he'd like to admit. So he set to cut her, deeper. "Why isn't your big poof here with you? I'm sure he would've been much more help than I am."

Of course, he knew where Angel was. If locker room talk was to be believed, Buffy had finally given it up to him a week before Graduation. He'd dumped her the next day... *after* she woke up alone and tracked him down. Then bragged about it to a locker-room full of jocks. Internally he smirked. It had taken Angel years to get into Buffy's pants. It had taken him one night.

Buffy froze at his question, momentarily thrown off balance. She suddenly turned on her heel and glared at him. "Why don't you just shut the hell up, Spike? You don't have any idea what you're talking about."

He smirked at her, almost -*almost* - enjoying her obvious pain and humiliation. He had hit Angel in the locker room that day. Numerous times. Until Angel's buddies grabbed him and let the tosser get in a few hits to his ribs before the coach had come in and broken it up. Luckily, Coach Anderson let them all get off with a warning since they were all Seniors and they'd all be graduated and gone within a week. His ribs were still a little sore from the incident. He hated the fact that he felt obligated to defend her while she held nothing for him but contempt.

And the way she was acting toward him now. It broke his heart. She'd never see him, not really. He wasn't good enough for her - he knew it. But it hurt that she was as devout in that belief as he was.

He laughed humorlessly and shook his head. With a sick smile on his face, he met her eyes. "I shoulda just kept drivin'." He grabbed his helmet off the hood. "Don't know why I even bothered to stop." With another disgusted look thrown at her for good measure, he started toward his bike.

"I don't either! It was certainly out of character. But this is *much* more like it."

That was it. His breaking point. He whirled around to face her, angrily throwing his helmet away from him as he stalked toward her.

He looked like a man on the brink. Nervously, Buffy began to back away, until her back came in contact with the side of her car. She looked around for an escape, but he was already there, in her face. His dark eyes glaring menacingly at her in the moonlight.

"If I remember correctly, Summers," He whispered roughly, placing his hands on either side of her, blocking any escape. "It was *you* who did the leaving that night. Not me. I woke up and *you* were gone. And the next time I saw you, you were suckin' Angel's tongue down your bloody throat."

"Oh, like you even cared!" She retorted, suddenly looking as angry as him. "That night meant nothing more to you than it did to me! Three days later you were with Harmony!"

She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling mere inches from his own. Her flawless bronzed skin was flushed with anger. She'd never looked more beautiful to him than in that moment. And if this moment was all he had left with her, he'd be damned if wasn't gonna make it count.

Before Buffy knew what was happening Spike's lips were on hers, his hard body trapping her against the car. His hands were everywhere and she melted into them without hesitation - the same way she had a year ago.

Buffy moaned as his mouth abandoned hers and took up residence at her neck, biting and sucking at her salty skin. The taste of her was driving him mad.

How had he gone a year without this? Without her taste, her scent - her hot little hands clinging and clawing at him desperate to have their bodies closer.

Spike removed his hand from it's place on her hip and moved it along the side off the car, clumsily feeling around for a moment before finally opening the door. His mouth left her neck and she cried out at the loss. She looked up into his eyes, questioningly.

"Spike?"

"Get in."

Without hesitation, she turned and ducked into the backseat. Spike pulled his duster off and shoved it through the front window before following her. He immediately closed the door and wasted no time pulling her to him and maneuvering them until they were laying across her backseat with him on top. In a matter of seconds, her shirt was gone closely followed by his own.

Spike hissed as their skin met, marveling at how hot and silky she felt. "God, luv. You feel so good."

Buffy's only response was to pull him closer, attacking his lips with her own. He was driving her crazy. He was so close to her, on *top* of her, but it still wasn't enough. She needed more.

"Spike? Spike, please..." she begged when he suddenly broke the kiss.

"Shhh, luv. You're okay. I've got you." He whispered, as his head dipped to take one lace covered nipple into his mouth.

Buffy balked beneath him, trembling violently as he alternated from gentle sucks to quick little bites. "Oh, God..."

He smiled against her skin as she moaned and writhed beneath him. She was something to behold, his girl.

"Spike...Spike," she was breathless and nearly delirious with desire. Spike released the pebbled nipple from his mouth and gazed up at her.

"Want somethin' baby?"

"I need more. Please, please..."

Without a word, he slipped his hand under her to the clasp of her bra. With her help it was soon gone and Spike immediately lowered his head to continue his earlier torture. The first touch of his mouth on her bare breast was enough to have Buffy feeling she might explode from the sensation.

When his head moved to shower her other nipple with the same attention he had given the first, his hand slide down her leg. Slowly, he ran his fingers under her skirt, just barely touching her thighs.

Her sharp intake of breath made him smile and, feeling braver, he moved his hand upward, allowing his thumb to graze her wet panties.

She jerked beneath him before gasping, "There Spike, touch me there.."

He pulled away from her breast and smirked at her before slipping a finger inside her panties. "Right here sweet?" He asked, gently running a finger between her folds.

"Spike..." she was whining again. And god help him, he loved it.

"How 'bout here?" he whispered as he lightly rubbed her clit.

The arching of her body accompanied by a moan that made him nearly come in his pants was all the answer he needed. He continued stroking her for several long moments, listening to her moans and whimpers. Finally, he couldn't take anymore.

Buffy was on fire. The things this man could do with his fingers should have been illegal. He was so tender with her, touching her so gently that it nearly made her weep. On the flip side, she wanted to come so bad she was ready to scream. Suddenly his touch became bolder, faster. She was so deliciously close - right on the edge - when he pulled away.

"S--Spike? What---"

"Sorry princess. Need to be inside of you." He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soundly while his left hand worked it's way into his back pocket. Feeling his wallet, he slipped it out and felt around the compartments until his fingers found their target. He pulled the condom out, tossed his wallet to the floor, and ripped it open with his teeth.

Spike reached between them to unfasten his pants only to find them already open. He pulled away and looked at her. "Vixen."

She grinned saucily at him before sliding her hand into his pants and gripping his rock hard cock.

He hissed as his eyes closed. "Oh, fuck."

He allowed her to stroke him a few more times before he grabbed her hand and stilled it. "Can't take much more of that, sweet."

She smiled at him, cupping his face with her free hand.

The look in her eye made him tremble and he anxiously turned his attention back to the condom.

Buffy watched as he rolled it down his impressive length and trembled as his eyes met hers. The way he was looking at her... It made her feel beautiful. And *special* for the first time in a long time. She pushed the feeling aside. It could be examined at a later date. Right now, she needed him.

"Spike," she barely recognized her own voice.

"Pet?" His too, was rough with passion.

"Get inside me. *Now*."

"Yes m'am," Spike replied with a grin. He quickly situated himself between her legs, taking his painfully hard cock in his hand and positioning himself at her entrance. "Anyone ever tell you, luv, that you're a bossy little *chit*?" With the final word, he thrust into her.

Buffy screamed, clawing at his shoulders as she came violently around him.

Struggling to hold himself back, Spike looked down at her, pure awe written clearly across his face.

"You," he kissed her gently. "Are magnificent."

He kissed her once more, slowly, giving her time to recover from her first orgasm.

"Hope I didn't break you, pet. Cuz I'm nowhere *near* done with you yet." He whispered as he began slowly thrusting in and out of her welcoming depths.

After only a moment, she began meeting him thrust for thrust, and Buffy couldn't help but think that they were made for each other. He filled her to the point of pain - sweet, searing pain. And she knew she'd miss it when this was over. God knows she'd missed it this last year.

Then he twisted his hips just so, and all thoughts fled. She clung to him as his thrusts sped up, quickly taking her back to the brink.

She was strangling him; he was drowning in her. "Buffy...sweetheart...gonna cum..."

Her only response was to latch her mouth onto his shoulder and bite down.

"Fuck," he whispered.

He was seconds away - but he needed one final push. Quickly, he reached between them and roughly pinched her clit. Buffy screamed as she came apart in his arms.

Spike roared to completion barely a second later.

They were still then except for their labored breathing; their arms and legs tangled together.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy..." he murmured quietly, reverently in her hair. "My beautiful, sweet girl."

Her only response was to hold him tighter, the aftereffects of their coupling too powerful for her to speak.

They lay still for several minutes until their breathing returned to normal. Spike felt her shiver and pulled away.

"You cold, luv?"

"A little."

"Don't go anywhere." He grinned before kissing her nose.

He slid out of her and they both groaned at the loss. Quickly, Spike removed the condom and tossed it out the window. Then he moved to grab his duster from the front seat and her shirt from the floor. "Here sweet." He helped her pull the tank top back on before pulling her back into his arms and draping his duster over them. "Get some rest, princess. We'll figure this all out in the morning."

Buffy wasn't sure if by "this" he meant the very incredible sex they'd just had or if he was simply referring to getting them both back on the road and on with their separate journeys. By the time she had worked up the nerve to ask him what he meant, Spike was fast asleep.

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She was stiff. And hot. Squinting against the morning sun, Buffy rubbed her eyes. The events of the night before suddenly assaulted her and she felt a small smile creep over her face. She sat up, groaning as her muscles protested. Yawning, she leaned over and opened the door.

"Spike? Can we hurry up and decide what we're gonna do, please? I'm really hungry and I need a shower." She knew she sounded whiney, but she couldn't help it. She felt gross. When Spike didn't answer, she slide out of the car.

"Spike?" Shielding her eyes, Buffy looked around but didn't see him. She was alone again.

Spike was gone.





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