Buffy stretched out, waking from another night of peaceful sleep. Suddenly she remembered the previous night. I can’t believe I told him I love him, she thought annoyed with herself. She could only hope he was too caught up in the moment to realize what she had said.
Feeling his arms tighten around her, Buffy couldn’t help but tense. Spike feeling her tension, kissed her neck softly.
“Whas’ the matter kitten?” He whispered his voice thick with sleep.
“Nothing” Buffy lied.
Spike propped himself up on his elbow and gently pulled her to her back.
“About last night…” he started.
Oh God here it comes Buffy thought.“What about it?” she shrugged.
“You don’t feel…uncomfortable about it do you? I mean…about the whole daddy thing?” he asked.
“Oh…no. Why do you?” she asked relieved he wasn’t talking about her ill-timed admission.
Spike shifted uncomfortably “I just don’t want you to think I’m some…perverted, dirty old man.” chuckling he added “Okay so I am a perverted, dirty old man, but I’ve never…gone after young girls…I mean not that I think of you as a girl because I don’t. What I am trying to say is…I’m around girls your age all the time and I was never even tempted.”
Buffy looked up at him questioningly. Sighing he tried again to explain.
“What I am trying to say is I’m not attracted to your age; I am with you because of who you are. I don’t want anything that happened last night to confuse that. Do you get what I’m saying?” Spike asked.
“I think I do. I admit I was a little weirded out about the whole daddy thing at first, but I ended up really got into it.” Buffy blushed.
“Kitten I just want you to promise me that you won’t ever do anything unless you want to.” he insisted bringing his hand up to caress her cheek.
“I didn’t just do it for you. I mean you never even brought it up. I was my idea.” Buffy claimed.
Spike raised an eyebrow “All your idea?”
Buffy blushed “Okay so maybe Faith might have mentioned something, but no one forced me to do it.”
Spike smirked dipping his hand under the sheet cupping her waxed mound “Seems like that wasn’t the only thing Faith suggested.”
Buffy giggled “You like?”
“Kitten you have no idea how turned on I was. I almost forgot the whole game and just spent the night with my face buried in your pussy.” he purred.
Buffy pulled him down for a quick kiss, sighing sadly. “I can’t believe everyone is coming back tomorrow.”
“I know” Spike breathed.
“I think I’m going to miss this the most, waking up with you. My bed is going to seem so big and lonely.” Buffy pouted.
Spike didn’t answer her, he couldn’t. He too would miss waking up with her in his arms every morning. This week had been amazing, but he knew it couldn’t last. The summer was already half over, she would be leaving soon.
He hadn’t missed her words last night. Spike couldn’t help but feel it was more than just part of the game. This wasn’t at all what he had intended, not that he really had a plan. This week with her had changed things, unfortunately she could never know how much things had changed for him. They would have to simply enjoy their remaining time together and then he would let her go.
Buffy was young. Even if she had feelings for him, at sixteen they would fade quickly once she was back in her world. All he could hope is that she would never regret their time together. Even as Spike was telling himself all of this, he couldn’t ignore the tightening in his chest.
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Spike spent the rest of the day catering to Buffy. They spent a couple hours down by the pool where she taunted him, as she worked on her tan. Then he was sent off to pick up movies. She had also given him a list of her favorite snacks. They spent hours of cuddling and making out like teenagers, barely even watching the movies. Later that night Spike cooked her dinner. They ate snuggled together on a lounge chair by the pool.
That night they didn’t even have sex, they simply fell asleep in each others arms.
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As planned early the next morning, Spike drove Buffy to Faith’s house so no one would question her presence at the mansion.
As she watched him drive away she couldn’t stop the tears from falling. She was scared to think how much things would change once everyone was back. She wondered how she would ever be able to be in to same room with him and not be near him, or even worse watch Cordelia touch him.
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Seeing the Giles’ return was bittersweet for Spike. He had come to care a great deal for the pair, but knew their return, as well as that of his wife’s, meant the end of his fantasy week with Buffy.
A few hours after their return Cordelia came breezing in. Spike could tell by the look in her eyes that she was angry. Bugger he thought knowing he was usually on the receiving end of her anger.
“We need to talk” Cordelia sneered narrowing her eyes at him.
Jenny who had been bustling around the kitchen, took the hint and excused herself.
“Well Queen C it’s nice to see you too.” Spike taunted.
Cordelia walked up to Spike and slapped him across the face.
“What the bloody hell was that for?” Spike roared stunned.
“I’m not stupid Spike! I know exactly what was going on here while I was gone!” Cordelia spat.
Oh Fuck! Spike’s eyes widened, as his heart pounded in his so hard and fast he was sure she would be able to hear it. What would she do? What could he say?
“What the hell are you talking about?” he asked not sounding at all convincing.
“The house is on fire? Then some lame call back saying you knocked over a candle? You brought one of your whores to my house!”
Spike breathed an audible sigh of relief. She didn’t know it was Buffy. He had been so careless. He had to stop taking all these chances, but somehow when they were together all rational thought seemed to fly out the window.
“Well aren’t you even going to try to deny it?”
“Nope” Spike stated.
“Listen to me Spike, I have tolerated your little extra curricular activities because you have always been discreet, but you will not embarrass me!” Cordelia sneered.
“Why do you even care what I do? Because of what people might think? Let me tell you, luv, I don’t give a rat’s arse what people think!”
“You will not do this! I can make your life miserable!” she warned.
“Guess what sweet, you already have.” Spike chuckled humorlessly.
Cordelia stalked up to him running a manicured hand his chest “Oh Spikey, you have no idea what miserable is. Trust me…” she leaned in close to his ear “you don’t want to fuck with me!”
With that Cordelia turned and walked out of the room. Spike ran a nervous hand through his hair knowing if Cordelia ever found out about Buffy, she would not only ruin him, but her as well.
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Buffy sat tapping her fingers on the counter anxiously. It was getting late and it appeared Spike was going to be gone all night again. It had been over a week since everyone had come back. She was almost convinced Spike was avoiding her. Shortly after everyone had returned Spike had taken a freelance job shooting ad layouts for some magazine. She knew he was freaked out. Ever since his little spat with Queen Bitch, he was so paranoid about getting caught that he had hardly even been at the mansion. He had spent most nights out of town. His absence both upset and infuriated her.
Buffy was glad Cordelia knew there was someone else. If it weren’t for the fact that Spike would go to jail and her mother would kill her, she would have gladly rubbed it in her smug face.
As if on cue Cordelia strolled into the kitchen. “Oh there you are.” she smiled at Buffy.
Buffy cocked an eyebrow not in any mood to play nice.
“I was talking to your mother and she is concerned about not being here for your birthday. So…I told her I would make sure you had a party.” Cordelia sighed.
“Really that’s not necessary.” Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Uh…Yeah it is! I can’t have your mother rushing home for your birthday. So…Anya is going to be planning it; I will have her get with you.”
“Whatever.’ Buffy mumbled.
Cordelia smiled “Good then it’s all settled.” she announced.
Usually Buffy was excited about her birthday. Parties, presents, what’s not to love? The truth was that this year, she really could care less. If only it were her eighteenth birthday. Then she could be with Spike and no one could stop them.
Buffy sat there at in the kitchen not knowing what to do or how to feel. The tears started to fall. She felt like she was losing Spike, but the truth be told, she never had him. Even though it was obvious that he cared about her, his fear of getting caught was far greater.
Placing her face in her hands she broke down. Buffy could no longer hold back all the pain and frustration she had been feeling. The longer she sat there the harder she cried. How could things change so quickly? She wondered.
The blond was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the door open, it wasn’t until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she realized she was not alone.
It was Spike. His eyes were glassy, his hair disheveled. The look of concern on his face brought fresh tears to Buffy’s eyes. For a long moment the blonds stared wordlessly into each others eyes. When she finally turned away, she felt a long finger direct her chin to face him once again.
“Buffy?” His voice was like a caress, both soothing and arousing her at the same time.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes “I…”
Before she could say anything else his lips were on hers. His kiss was urgent yet tender. His hands were cupping her face as his thumbs stroked away her tears. Buffy pulled back panting, not sure if she should yell at him or kiss him again. The decision was made for her, however, when his lips once again descended on hers. Strong hands lifted her from her barstool, but instead of placing her on the floor he begins carrying her out of the kitchen, never breaking the kiss.
Buffy was so caught up in the taste of his warm mouth on hers and the feel of his long fingers squeezing her ass that she didn’t even realize they left the kitchen until she was being gently laid on the bed.
“Missed you…so much kitten” Spike murmured his voice husky with want.
Buffy felt his hands glide down her sides grasping the hem of her night shirt and gently pulling it over her head. Spike peppered kisses on her eyelids and softly down the path her tears had fallen.
“Baby, please don’t ever cry over me.” he whispered his voice thick with emotion.
“I’m not worth one single tear falling down your beautiful face.” Spike rasped.
Buffy wanted to scream and shove him off, but there was desperation in his voice and in his kisses that drew her in. Fresh tears fell from her eyes as she reached up to cup his face.
“But you are worth it…to me.” She breathed her eyes never leaving his.
Spike could feel the burn in rising in his chest. He could so easily get lost in those amorous emerald eyes. He dipped down, kissing her passionately before she could see his tears.
With trembling hands, Spike tugged at her sleep shorts until, with her assistance, she wiggled out of them. Buffy snaked her hands under his t-shirt eagerly, to feel his naked flesh. He stood suddenly from the bed, causing her to whimper in protest.
Spike quickly undressed and wordlessly rejoined Buffy on the bed. His hands traveled over her body as if trying to memorize every line and groove. Rolling over Spike carefully nudged her thighs apart.
Time seemed to freeze as he entered her. This was unlike any of their previous couplings. Spike hoped that every caress, every stroke could some how demonstrate the words he could never say.
“Look at me.” he whispered.
Buffy‘s eyes fluttered open. His were dark and troubled. She smiled up at him placing her hand around the back of his neck bringing him down to kiss him softly. They gently rocked together for what felt like hours. Their passion simmered, slowly burning, building into an inferno that seemed to consume them.
Every one of his thrusts pushed deeper inside of her. Buffy bowed up, lifting her hips as he continued thrusting his pulsating cock deep inside her. Their slow quiet rhythm turned in to harsh pants and animalistic grunts as naked flesh slammed violently together, hands and tongues seeking searching for release.
Spike felt her start to buck beneath him Stars burst in front of her eyes, as her pussy gripped his dick causing him to explode within her. They both continued moving together trembling, kissing each other hungrily.
Rolling them over, Spike wrapped his arms her. He hugged her tightly as she nuzzled against his chest.
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Buffy felt herself being softly rolled onto her back. Opening her eyes, she noticed Spike beside the bed dressing .
“What are you doing?” she murmured.
“I’ve got to get back to my room, luv” Spike whispered avoiding her eyes.
“No! Don’t leave yet. Just stay a while.” Buffy pleaded.
Spike kneeled beside the bed. “Kitten, you know I can’t.”
“Yeah…right…I forgot you got what you wanted…why bother staying.” Buffy spat.
Spike narrowed his eyes “Don’t do this.”
“Just go.” Buffy sobbed rolling over turning her back to him.
When she heard her door open and shut she whirled around. He had left. Grabbing her small stuffed pigs, Buffy hugged them crying for a long while until finally drifting off to sleep.
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Buffy didn’t leave her room until well into the after noon. As she wandered into the kitchen, she was surprised to see Anya sitting at the bar.
“Oh hi” Buffy mumbled “are you waiting for Cordelia or Xander?”
“Actually I’m waiting for you.” Anya chirped.
“Me? Why?” Buffy asked grabbing an apple, then plopping down next to the peppy blond.
“We have a party to plan…remember?”
“I don’t want a party.” Buffy sighed.
“Well Cordelia insists on you having one.” Anya smiled.
“Cordelia is not exactly my biggest fan.” Buffy stated taking a bite of her apple.
Anya giggled “Yeah I know! Imagine how much she would hate you if she knew you were fucking her husband.”
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