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Sorry it's late, I've been so busy trying to write six stories (plus fanfic stories) over the last week that I needed a bit of time to get the next chapter all dandy. I've been posting chapters on here as soon as I have the succeeding chapter completed. And the next chapter is the smut and I found it difficult to get right. More on that next time. As for reviews, I do write what I want to write but I still want it to be readable for the masses. Anyways... Comic Spoilers still apply.
This chapter is a bit slashy, but there is banter and emotion and an important last sentence and I hope you can swallow just a little bit of dirty touching.
There is a House quote in there and BTVS and House, M.D. are owned by Fox, not me. Cause I'm poor.
Chapter Seven

“Yes, I’m human. All body parts working, though in a very feminine way.”


Xander narrowed his eyelid over his one eye in unveiled unamused ire.


Before the Xander smackdown could begin, Buffy grabbed hold of Spike’s soft biceps and pulled him towards her to plant a kiss on his lips.


Breaking away from Spike's lips, Buffy said, “Everyone get out of my room. I need to convince Spike he doesn’t need to run off to Angel.”


Willow tugged a gaping Xander out of the door with a wistful smile playing across her face.


“So…it’s just us…alone.” She closed the door behind her friends and leant against the flawless mahogany. She watched as her love tentatively tiptoed towards her.


“And you haven’t had any second thoughts ‘bout loving a woman?” Spike asked before the smirk was firmly implanted on his female face.


Buffy took a step closer and grabbed the night shirt the amnesic Spike had ironically put on earlier that evening. It proudly stated across his impressive bust: I only date bad boys. Though, all too soon the breast message was torn in two and Buffy’s little hands sought purchase on his round, biteable tits.


“God, Buffy, please. Please lean your cheek against my chest. Can you hear it love?”


“Spike,” she breathed in awe. “I can hear your heart! I can feel it pumping.”


She looked up from her position against his bouncy chest to see those clear eyes intently staring past her irises and into her soul. “But it’s not the first time I’ve seen your heart,” she whispered.


Buffy reached up to drag her fingernails through his ringlets and draw his mouth into the sweetest kiss imaginable.


He was panting. Soft, short breaths taken in so quickly between kisses that his beautiful plush lips were permanently parted. He ghosted his hands along her arms, trying to find where he could hold her so he’d never be able to let go.


She breathed ‘touch me’ into his mouth before he let his fingers glide against her skin.


He was so soft, just like his old vampire hands. Hands that had been perfectly smooth from the Victorian bookworm having done naught a day’s labour before he was turned. And now, as a breathing female, his tiny delicate fingers were so similar to the softness she’d felt so long ago; those gentle caresses he’d bestowed upon her during times of war.


She dropped away from the kiss when she realised he needed to breath. She would happily pass out if only she was allowed to never leave his embrace. His bare chest pressed against her nightgown, insistent nipples from both bodies brushing against each other through the sheer cloth.


With a hungry look staining her twinkling emeralds, Buffy gently pressed her nail to the tight bud of Spike’s left nipple.


His high pitched gasp was the most orgasmic thing Buffy had ever heard. She almost wanted a recorder just to have that gorgeous sound frozen in history forever.


Tentatively, she bent her head down to lick a path between and beneath his breasts.


“Why do you always taste of salt?”


“I like dousing my food in crystalline preservatives. That a problem?”


“God no, you taste so good. I want to like the salt off every inch of your body.”


Spike’s breath wassharp as he realised Buffy was preparing to do just that.


That eye hungriness had only intensified and spread. It was like a contagion, grabbing onto the blue waters of Spike’s oasis eyes as he watched Buffy step out of her nightie and turn on her come-hither ray.


“Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. Did you know that women can have an hour long orgasm? Sex could kill you. Your body’s reaction is so intense and messy it’s like the shaking of an apartment next to the train tracks when a freight train goes past.”


And all the while her hands played with the tiny shorts his memory-less self had thrown back on in haste when the alarms had gone off during his masturbation time.


Buffy flung the shorts towards her door and stepped back to admire his body. God she missed his seamless sinewy structure of sculpted muscles that defined him as all man, all the time, but she couldn’t help but love this beauty in front of her. This beauty that made an attempt to cover up the good bits. She couldn't help but find him endearingly gorgeous.


“How are we going to do this then?”


But the niceties could be nice some other time. Buffy needed something fast and she had a trunk full of toys to use in her experimentation and exploration of Spike’s unconquered territory.


She walked over to the trunk of goodies she’d bought for self gratification in order to release the pain and tension for but a few minutes and held up something the same shade of ruby red Spike’s lips currently sported. The ruby red Lips of Spike opened with a perfect gasp.


“Ahh, pet, I…um. Who? Ahh…Um…Well…Ahh…Um…Why do you have a strap on?”


“Spike, we’re in a castle with hundreds of slayers who go out nightly to slay…and what does a good slaying make a slayer want to do?”


Spike’s beautiful feminine lips curled up into smirk.


“A big castle full of horny slayers. I cannot wait to bloody well be male again.”


Buffy slapped his jiggling chest, sending a glare that clearly told him he was hers and hers only. But the slapping gave Buffy another chance to run her hands across his nipples and feel the shocking effect she had to his system.


He reluctantly peeled her hands away and prompted, “So back to the strap on.”


She smiled that cheeky smile he’d rarely seen in Sunnydale outside of their sparring and answered.


“Let’s just say that this castle has a direct debit line to a manufacturer of sex toys and the castle’s budget has a special section for the massive amount of batteries that we go through every month.”


He had no witty comeback, no snark, no answer so he just crawled up onto the bed and looked tried not to look as vulnerable as all hell.





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