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Author's Chapter Notes:
Plot bunnies have left again so I am pleased to present nothing but SMUT. Sorry guys! Please feel free to review though!!!


Also, forgot to say that they lyrics in this chapter belong to LeeAnn Rimes and not me! I do not profit in any way from them or anything else in this story other than gratification from reviews!
Buffy couldn’t sleep; her stomach was too busy churning with anxiety over starting the trial in the morning. After alternating between staring at the ceiling or tossing from one side of the bed to the other, Buffy gave up on ever falling asleep and slid from the bed. Creeping across the room, she grabbed her guitar case from its perch by the door and slipped from the darkened bedroom; leaving Spike sleeping peacefully; totally unaware that she was no longer in the bed with him.

After making her way downstairs, Buffy stopped by the kitchen and poured a goblet of red wine, before heading out onto the back porch. Deciding against waking anyone up, she quickly crossed the pool area and settled down near the steps that led down to the beach. Buffy took a sip of wine, setting the glass precariously atop a nearby stone and took out her guitar, notepad and a pencil; deciding to work on some songs since sleep was inevitable. Within minutes, she was lost in the music, the outside world melted away as she surrendered to her muse.

Spike stood in the shadows, his chest bare and a pair of jeans hanging low on his hips. Watching Buffy strum her guitar and sing softly into the night. He had no idea how long she had been sitting out here in the darkness by herself, or how long it had been since she had left the bedroom for that matter. When he had rolled over to find her side of the bed empty and cold, Spike had shot straight up from his sleep, quickly pulled on the jeans he had worn earlier that night and went in search for Buffy. After a quick search of the house didn’t produce Buffy, Spike decided to check around the premises. When he opened the door, he had been instantly captivated by Buffy’s soft, almost angelic voice as she worked. Deciding against interrupting her right away, he had stayed close to the house, hidden in the shadows and listened.

I don’t need a lot of things
I can get by with nothing
Of all the blessings life can bring
I’ve always needed something
But I’ve got all I want
When it comes to loving you
You’re my only reason
You’re my only truth.

Setting her guitar down beside her, Buffy reached over and grabbed the notepad with a slight grimace on her face. She was about to start making some changes when she heard something behind her. Instantly on alert, she whipped her head around and smiled when she spotted Spike under the balcony.

“Hey there, did I wake you?” She asked, setting the notebook back down and standing up to walk towards Spike.

“Nah, pet. Just missed you is all.” He replied, enveloping her small frame within his arms and pulling against him. “So, what’s your excuse for being out of bed?”

“Can’t sleep. Too nervous about tomorrow.” Buffy mumbled against Spike’s bare chest. “I don’t wanna see Riley.” The last words from her mouth barely as whisper, her pride not wanting to admit the hold Riley still held over her with fear.

Spike held Buffy away from him and stared deep into Buffy’s eyes. “I won’t let him do anything to you, kitten. I promise. Bloody ponce will get his arse handed to him again if he tries to so much as lay a hand on you.”

“I know.” Buffy replied, leaning back into his embrace and peppering feather light kisses along his bare skin. “I always feel safe with you.” Buffy moved her kisses upwards along his collarbone until she reached his jaw line; continuing her journey until she was suckling on Spike’s earlobe. Muscles rippled below Buffy’s tiny hands as she lovingly caressed his back while she nuzzled against his neck.

Spike fisted his hands in Buffy’s hair and ground his rock hard erection against her stomach, letting his desires be known. Kissing her deeply until they were both panting, he turned his head away from her lips. “So, pet…” Spike whispered, hotly against her cheek. “wanna see what we can do about relaxing you a bit?” He grinned devilishly at Buffy’s eager response, a deep moan of arousal, and slid his hands down her sides, cupping her ass and lifting her up. Her smooth, bare legs wrapped tightly around his waist and he groaned as Buffy writhed against his throbbing shaft. Swiftly, he carried her across the deck and eased them onto a chaise lounge, never breaking contact with Buffy.

Moisture pooled between Buffy’s thighs as Spike slowly massaged his thumb across her swollen clit; leaving her silken panties sodden. Spike savagely ripped the button down dress shirt she had stolen from in earlier in the night away from her body, sending tiny iridescent buttons scattering across the wooden floor and dipped his head to take one rosy pert nipple into his awaiting mouth. Buffy raked her fingernails down his back, clawing at him passionately as his fingers and mouth assaulted her erotically.

Desperate to feel his hardened shaft inside her molten channel, Buffy pushed his already unbuttoned jeans down his slender hips and pushed the cumbersome garment over his butt cheeks. Taking Buffy’s hint, Spike pushed the tiny scrap of silk that was covering her pussy to the side and buried his cock to the hilt. As always, Spike needed a moment to gather himself when first entering Buffy’s cunt; the tightness and fierce heat of her channel nearly sending him spiraling over the edge on first contact.

After a few brief moments, Buffy and Spike began to move slowly in perfect rhythm until they were no longer able to control their surging emotions and began thrusting into one another passionately. Sounds of skin slapping against skin mingled with the soft cries and grunts from the coupled blondes. As they neared their release, Spike covered Buffy’s mouth with his own in attempts to keep their coupling as quiet as possible in hopes that Dawn would not awaken. When their release finally came, their orgasms took over with such force that neither Buffy nor Spike was able to control their outbursts.

“Mine!” Spike roared as his hot seed spilled into Buffy’s womb, his voice trembling with desire. Buffy arched into his body as her orgasm rocketed through her body, tiny pinpoints of lights danced behind her closed eyes and the air felt as though it was sucked straight from her lungs. “Oh God, yes! Spike…yes…Yours!”

As they laid together in the lounge, the faint light from inside the house bathing over their semi nude bodies, Spike traced loving circles across the sweat glistened skin on Buffy’s stomach. “So, that song you were singing…who was it about?” he asked shyly, fearing that it might not have been about him. Turning her head slightly to stare deeply into his eyes, Buffy replied, “You. They’ve all been about you.”


**Lyrics are I Need You by LeeAnn Rimes. They are not mine and I do not profit from them in any way at all!





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