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If my internet can stay snow-free long enough, I will attempt to begin posting the much longer sequel, Just a Summer Romance. No promises, though.
Chapter Three


By the time 10:00 had come and gone, with no sign of the blond vampire, Buffy had gone back and forth between seriously pissed...

(Where the hell is he? Is he standing me up? No, no, standing up. That would imply a date and we aren’t dating. No dating. But he should tell me if he’s not coming –okay, bad choice of words – he should tell me not to expect him so I don’t worry.)

and worried...

(He’s always here as soon as the sun sets. What if something happened? Maybe he was so mad he jumped something too big for him to handle alone. Maybe he’s dust. Oh God, don’t let him be dust!)


and back to seriously pissed...

(Maybe he found another girl to hang out with and he’s banging her right now. That sleazy, bleached blond pig! I’ll kill him. I’ll rip his head right off his shoulders.)

While she finished her internal rant, she was storming out the door in the direction of Restfield Cemetery, vowing to beat Spike to a pulp for not showing up when she expected him, regardless of his reason.

By the time she got to the door of his crypt, she had worked herself into such a frenzy that she burst through the door even faster than she normally did. Without pausing to look around, she flew over to the partially naked vampire she could see lying face down and humping on top of a sarcophagus.

“I knew it!” she yelled as she grabbed him by the shoulder. “I knew you were a pig. Couldn’t have me, so you just went and found some...” Her voice trailed off as she turned him over and saw that he was lying, not on another woman, but on a piece of lingerie that looked oddly familiar.

She was frozen in place, staring at his hands and the smooth, hard shaft he was holding. His pants were pushed down his hips and jutting out from a nest of light brown curls was the thick, pale column of his cock, still wrapped in the hand with which he’d been pumping it when she blew into the room.

Instead of acting embarrassed and covering himself up, Spike just rolled onto his back with an exaggerated sigh. That left his impressively large and still hard cock right in front of her thunderstruck face.

When several seconds had gone by and Buffy’s eyes were still riveted on his manly equipment, the vampire snarled and yanked his pants closed.

“If you don’t want to touch my wriggly bits, you don’t need to be gawking at them, Slayer.”

Shocked out of her rapt absorption in his no longer visible cock, she recoiled with a shudder.

“What were you doing, Spike? And is that MY camisole? Eeeew!”

“Had a little tension to work off, Slayer. You know how that is, don’t you?” He stared hard at her, daring her to deny it.

Which, of course, she did. Vigorously.

“Wha-? I don’t know what you’re talking about. You are such a pig!”

She whirled away from him, her face flaming as she remembered how she’d put herself to sleep last night. When she heard Spike’s disbelieving snort, she remembered the tingle in her neck and the smell of cigarettes just before she fell asleep.

“You were spying on me? You...you...you...” The blush had spread to her whole body and she glared at him speechlessly.

“Pig? Disgusting thing? Vampire?” he offered helpfully as he sat up and dropped his legs to the floor. “Can’t have it both ways, pet. If I’m disgusting for wankin’ off on somethin’ that smells like you, what does that make you for callin’ my name when you do the same thing?”

Completely unable to make any coherent sounds, Buffy resorted to her solution of choice and buried her fist in his face. Her complete mortification that he not only knew what she’d done, but had listened to her do it, fueled her anger and she continued to pound on his face and body, tears of humiliation and rage pouring down her face as she did so.

Eventually her arms got tired and she slowed down enough to realize that she had beaten the vampire into unconsciousness and he was now a bruised and bleeding body at her feet. She flinched back from the sight in front of her; horrified at what she had done but unable to do anything but stare at him and shake.

“S-Spike?” she ventured softly, reaching a trembling hand toward his almost unrecognizable face. “Oh my god,” she moaned as she slid to the floor. Fresh tears flowed down her face as she looked at what she had done to the vampire.

“I’m sorry, Spike. I’m so sorry.” She leaned over the inert body, heedless of the blood that was soaking her shirt and tried to pull him into her lap. “Be all right, Spike. Please be all right. I’m so sorry. Oh god, I am so sorry.”

She held his head and shoulders in her lap and sobbed her apologies as she ran her hands over his face gently, searching for broken bones hidden by the cuts and bruises. Her tears ran down her face and dripped onto his bare chest, mingling with the blood already there and lightening it to a watery pink. When she satisfied herself that she hadn’t broken any important bones, she just held him and rocked back and forth crying and mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over.

It wasn’t long before vampire recovery kicked in and the bruised and bleeding blond opened one swollen eye to find himself pressed up against Buffy’s chest while she rained tears down onto his head. He allowed himself some time to enjoy the feel of her soft breast against his cheek and to inhale the wonderful Buffy smell coming from her cleavage. Eventually, however, he knew he had to move and he raised his head slightly to grumble, “Bloody Hell, Slayer. First you try to beat me to death and now you’re trying to drown me.”

She gasped and looked down at the man in her lap, fear and joy battling in her face.

“Spike?” Her voice trembled and she looked at him anxiously. “Are you all right?”

“Do I LOOK alright, Slayer?” he snarled at her, trying to sit up without wincing. He leaned back against the side of the sarcophagus and let out a deep breath as he felt cracked ribs try to knit themselves back into position. He could hear Buffy’s hiccupping breaths and knew she was still crying, but his anger at her still flared too strongly for him to care.

For a long time they just sat like that. The vampire resting against the cold stone, waiting for the pain in his body to subside enough for him to get up and clean himself off. The Slayer kneeling beside him on the cold floor, struggling to control the sobs still trying to escape her throat as she watched his face for any sign of the affection she had become accustomed to seeing there.

Finally he gave another impatient sigh and reached a hand toward her tear-streaked face to push her hair back out of the way. He glared at her until she raised her eyes to his and he could see the genuine grief and regret there.

“Stop the blubbering, pet. You didn’t kill me. Give me some blood and a day’s rest, and I’ll be fine.” He peered up at her out of the corners of his eyes as he added, “That trip to LA might have to wait a while, though. Don’t want to appear in public till I’m pretty again.”

Buffy was thunderstruck that he would be joking about his condition, and that he was still thinking about taking her out.

“You...you don’t hate me?” she asked in a meek voice. “You still want to take me to LA?”

“Haven’t hated you for a long time, luv,” he admitted, his eyes shut again. “And I promised you, didn’t I? Always keep my promises, if I can.” He opened his one functional eye and glared at her, “But if I ever lose this chip, I can’t promise I won’t kill you if you ever go off on me like that again.”

The reminder that she had done all this damage to someone who was physically incapable of fighting back was all it took to start the tears again. This time the vampire reached out with the arm away from his broken ribs and pulled the sobbing slayer into his side. He held her there as tightly as he could, making soft shushing sounds and planting light kisses on the top of her head.

As soon as her sobs had tapered off to sniffles, he shifted her away from his body and asked quietly, “Do you think I could get a little help here, pet?”

“Wha-? Oh, yes, of course. What do you need? What can I do?”

“Jus’ help me get back up on m’bed and then maybe bring me some blood from the fridge.”

Buffy leaped to feet and used her Slayer strength to lift him up far enough that he could climb onto the flat top. As soon as he was settled onto his back and resting, she ran to the small refrigerator and pulled out a bag of blood. She looked at the cold pig’s blood for a minute, then squared her shoulders and put it back.

She marched back over to the reclining vampire who was eyeing her curiously.

“Where’s m’blood, then?” he asked, cocking his head at her.

“It’s right here,” she said firmly as she climbed up beside him and presented her neck.

He gawked at her in disbelief.

“Are you crazy, Slayer? I get that you feel guilty...and you should...but this is ridiculous. Can’t do it anyway. You know that.”

She blushed from the roots of her hair as far down her neck as he could see. The sight of all that warm blood rushing to the area right in front of his face created a bulge in his jeans that he had no way to hide. He felt his demon struggling to get out and take what was being offered and he knew he was staring at the pulse pounding in her throat.

“You could if it was freely offered,” she said softly, “and...if you weren’t trying to hurt me...I don’t think the chip would fire.”

She raised her eyes to his and asked the question to which she already knew the answer.

“You can bite me without wanting to hurt me or drain me, can’t you, Spike? Isn’t that something vampires do when they...” In spite of her firm intentions, she couldn’t finish the sentence and dropped her eyes away from the blaze she’d ignited in his.

“Are you sure you want to do this, love?” She couldn’t miss the hope and excitement on his face, and she understood how much effort it was taking for him to give her a way out.

“I...I’m sure,” she said firmly. “I want to make up for hurting you. Both times,” she added quietly, referring to her violent rejection of his love making the night before.

Before she could change her mind, she got as close as she could without hurting his ribs and again offered her soft, creamy neck to him. She braced herself for the pain of his teeth sinking into her flesh, but instead he fastened his lips on her throat and sucked gently for a second before planting kisses all over it. He worked his way up past her jaw and to her mouth, which he took gently and began worshipping with one of his time-warping kisses. Buffy could feel how swollen his lips were, and could taste the coppery blood on them, but his talented tongue soon erased thoughts of anything except the warmth flooding her body.

As his hands moved up and down her now-heated body, he began licking a path down her throat to the pulse pounding away in it. The shift into game face was so smooth, Buffy didn’t even notice it had happened until she felt the prick of his sharp canines as they slid into her skin.

The minor pain was replaced immediately by a sensuous surrender that was totally foreign to the Slayer. As he began pulling on her, taking long, slow draughts of her potent blood, she felt tension building in her lower body, which culminated in a sudden orgasm that caught her completely by surprise.

While she gasped, struggling to recover from the completely unexpected effects of his bite, she could feel Spike smiling against her neck as he licked his bite wound closed.

“Did you know that would happen?” she demanded, not even bothering to wonder if he knew what he’d done to her.

“Yep,” he replied, sounding much too cocky to suit her.

She tried to be angry, but she was too relaxed and content, so she settled for grumbling at him, “You might have warned me.”

“Takes all the fun out of it,” he purred happily as he nuzzled her throat. His voice sounded stronger already and she turned to look at him and appraise his condition.

“You sound stronger.”

“I am stronger. Your blood is quite an elixir,” he said as he pulled her over on top of him. “Did you know it’s also an aphrodisiac?” he asked softly, pressing his erection in to her thigh and ghosting his lips across hers.

“It is?” she murmured as she stuck her tongue out to lick his lower lip. She noticed that her weight didn’t seem to be causing him any pain and concluded that the ribs must have healed already. She opened her legs slightly and squeezed the bulge between her thighs.

He groaned and ran his hands up her back and under her shirt. This time, when he slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants, she raised herself up a little so that he could unfasten and push them down. Remembering what he’d wanted the night before, she moved her own hand down to the waistband of his jeans and tried to unbutton them by herself.

Spike pulled her up his body with one arm so that he could take a nipple in his mouth and suck on it through the thin cloth of her shirt. At the same time, he used his other hand to help her unfasten his jeans and allow his cock to burst free. His grateful groan when Buffy’s warm hand finally encircled him and began stroking gently was enough to flood her underwear with moisture.

Suddenly she didn’t want to be trying to work around clothing and she sat up. Her abrupt withdrawal from him caused the vampire to whimper and he narrowed his eyes in fear and suspicion. The thought that she might be rejecting him again made his stomach knot.

That expression of fear was replaced by one of open lust and delight when she pulled her shirt and bra off, tossing them over the side. She rolled away from him long enough to kick off her shoes and push her pants the rest of the way down. Beside her, he was vigorously kicked his own jeans onto the floor.

When she turned back and saw him staring at her in awe, she was suddenly shy and tried to turn away and hide from his burning eyes. Spike was having none of that, however, and he turned her face back to look at him so that she could watch him run his eyes down her body and back up to meet hers.

“You are beautiful, love,” he said as he ran his hand down her flank. “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. This is how you were meant to be seen.”

Buffy had no idea how to respond to such heartfelt, but flowery praise, so she hid her embarrassment by running her own eyes over the rapidly healing body beside her. She’d always known Spike was muscular, and she’d seen enough of him without his duster on to know that he had a nice body, but the alabaster Greek statue lying beside her was enough to take her breath away. She ran her eyes down his chiseled chest and abs, past the visible hip bones and down his well-muscled legs. When she brought her gaze back up his body she stopped when she got to the thick column bobbing up and down against his flat abdomen.

She remembered at some point during the beating kicking or hitting him in the vicinity of his groin. Suddenly she was very grateful that she hadn’t damaged any important parts.

When she leaned over and planted a light kiss on the bobbing tip, his surprised hiss and involuntary thrust of his hips brought a purely feminine smile to her face. She followed the kiss with a quick flick of her tongue across the head of his cock and smiled again when he groaned. The vampire had become completely immobile – waiting, she knew, to see what she would do next.


Spike was afraid to move or even to breathe. For once he was very glad that he didn’t have to. Buffy’s face was still near his eager cock and he could feel her warm breath on him as she leaned closer. Terrified that any sudden movement on his part would distract her from what she was obviously thinking, he remained frozen while she again ran her tongue around the tip of his cock.

He bit back the words that threatened to spill out of his mouth, but couldn’t control the sounds he made when she finally reached out and took him completely in her hot mouth. As her head began to bob up and down with inexpert, but enthusiastic sucking and licking, he rewarded her with a string of inarticulate sounds as well as muttered obscenities.

“Uhn...oh, Baby. So hot...so good...oh fuck! Buffy...mmmmmm. Bloody—argh! Oh, yes...yes...”

Exerting every ounce of will power he had, Spike grabbed her head and stilled it while he breathed in and out slowly in an attempt to gain control of himself.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him anxiously. “Was I hurting you?”

“No, love,” he smiled as he pulled her up and kissed her mouth. “You weren’t hurting me. It felt good. A little too good. Not ready for this to be over yet, that’s all.”

Buffy frowned in confusion for a second, then caught his meaning and blushed all over. “Oh...oh!”

“Yeah, oh,” he said softly as he ran his lips down her throat, pausing to suck gently on his mark there.

The light pressure on his bite mark sent a jolt through her body and she gasped and clenched her fingers around his biceps. She felt him smile against her throat as he murmured softly, “Your turn now, love.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he had rolled them over so that he was on top and he was kissing his way down her body. He paused at each breast to lick and suckle at the nipple, making her arch up into his mouth, moaning and whimpering. His hand in the meantime was seeking out the moisture between her legs and spreading it around her inner and outer lips as he stroked her gently until she was thrusting her hips up into his hand.

Rather than give her the pressure she was seeking, he took his hand away, causing her to whimper in need.

“Shhh, love, not gonna leave you like that,” he whispered as he ran his mouth down over her ribs and across her toned stomach. “Gonna make it good for you.”

Ignoring the way she was trying to push her hips up toward him, he bypassed the soft curls at the bottom of her abdomen and continued his kisses down onto the inside of her thighs.

Buffy was sure she was going to pass out from desire as he continued to tease her with kisses and licks everywhere but where she wanted them. When her whimpers began to sound more like sobs, he took pity on her and swiftly ran his tongue up from her opening to her clit. He licked the area thoroughly for a few seconds until he could sense the frustration building in her body. He then took her aching nub into his mouth and began sucking rhythmically on it, even as he also worked it with his tongue.

She gave a sigh of relief, that was quickly followed by rapid panting as his talented lips and tongue built the pressure back up until she was screaming and arching her back off the stone slab as she shuddered into an orgasm.

By the time she was back down, he had crawled up her body and was smirking at her with satisfaction. She wanted to be angry at him for looking so self-satisfied, but all she could manage was a weak, “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything, pet, “ he murmured as he licked and sucked on her earlobe.

“You were thinking it,” she muttered, running her hands up and down the smooth skin on his back. His body was lying on top of hers and she could feel his cock nudging between her splayed legs. She shifted her hips slightly to put him right at her opening and heard him growl softly.

He raised his head and she saw that all humor had fled from his face. In its place was an overwhelming need and another emotion she didn’t want to examine too closely. All cockiness was gone as he pleaded with his eyes.

“Got to do it now, love. Please? Let me in, Buffy. Let me in.”

“Come in, Spike,” she breathed into his mouth. “Be inside me.”

With another groan, he slid into her, taking it slowly to allow her to get used to his size. Before he was even fully inside, he was whispering in her ear, sounding nothing like the cocky, working class vampire she knew.

“My love, my goddess, you feel so good to me. So warm. So tight. So strong. Want to stay here forever. Never leave you, my love. Will love you forever. Tell me I can stay here, love. Want to stay inside you, feel your heat, feel your body under me.”

Buffy didn’t know what to reply, or even if he was actually expecting a reply. She was too wrapped up in how it felt to have him buried within her, filling her completely and making her feel things no one, not even Angel had.

She felt herself clenching around him as he began a gentle rocking motion with his hips. She moved with him, gasping when he moved his hips around until he found a bundle of nerves she hadn’t known were there. When he could tell from her response that he’d found the spot he was looking for, he began to move faster, touching that spot with every thrust.

Her nails raked down his back as she brought her feet up and wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in ever closer as she ground against him. All thought fled and she was not aware of anything except the sensations being created by man now pounding into her.

She quickly felt herself building toward another orgasm and bit into him where his neck ran into his shoulder in an effort to keep from screaming again. As soon as her teeth touched his skin she felt him shift and suddenly it was the demon growling and pounding as he pushed her over the edge and into another consciousness shattering orgasm.

Before she could relax from it, she felt his teeth slide into her neck again and she was immediately propelled into another one as more waves of pleasure swept through her body. While she was quivering beneath him, the vampire came to his own shaking climax, pulling her blood into his mouth and growling, “Mine” as he spilled into her.

While they lay still, breathing rapidly in complete sync, he whispered again as he licked the wound closed, “Mine. You are mine.”

Buffy could do nothing but nod her head numbly and lie like a limp rag, while he continued to lick her neck and murmur endearments to her. Every time his tongue slid across the rapidly healing marks on her neck, a thrill went down her spine and she shivered slightly.

After several minutes of recuperation, Spike got off the sarcophagus and went to rummage around in a corner. He came back with a down comforter, which he folded in half and slid under Buffy’s now-aching body. The cushy feathers felt wonderful after the beating her body had taken on the stone slab and she murmured her appreciation. He added a couple of pillows, kissing her mouth as he placed one under her head, and then got back up beside her and pulled another quilt over them.

Buffy snuggled into his side and let her eyes drift closed as she muttered, “We didn’t slay anything tonight. I’ll get fired.”

She felt him shake gently with laughter as he pulled her closer and promised, “We’ll kill twice as many tomorrow night, love.”

“Promise?” she asked as she began to fall asleep. “Do you promise me?”

“Promise you the world, my love, if you want it. All you have to do is ask.”

“ ‘K,” she answered as she fell into a dreamless and restful sleep for the first time in weeks.

“All the world,” he murmured into her hair as he curved himself around her warm body. “All the world.”

The End (for now)


AN: Followed immediately by the sequel “Just a Summer Romance”.





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