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Buffy just looked at him, shocked by his blatantly primal need to have her, and did what any girl in her situation would do:

She said yes.

He held out his hand and she took it with no hesitation, both of them on a mission.

He wanted her to forget the others? Good, she wanted to forget them too, and while they were at it Buffy was hoping to give him some amnesia as well.

He smiled when he saw her room, all feminine with pink wallpaper and a stuffed pig on the bed, and clothes, clothes everywhere.

He didn’t say a word though, just walked her to the middle of the room and cupped her face gently before leaning in for the kiss he’d been craving since they’d been interrupted earlier today.

It completely contradicted the brashness of “fucking her ‘til she didn’t remember anyone else”, it was soft and sweet but left her wanting none the less.

She didn’t know when his hands had travelled underneath her bra, unhooking it with an ease she refused to think about, that was then, but now was, well, now.

She shivered as his hands skimmed over her back, gently rubbing, but never in one spot for too long. He wanted to take his time? Well, she had all the time in the world for this, had been waiting weeks for this, this full out exploration of each other. Today there was no time limits, no nasty whispers of how this wouldn’t work, no heart-wrenching realizations that they couldn’t work, there was just them, and they were fucking good together.

Weeks? Had it really only been weeks? It felt longer, maybe because for the first time she was happy, she moaned into the kiss and with a small jump wrapped her toned legs around his lean waist.

He walked them to the wall, his back leaning on it to support them, never breaking the kiss until she started to push herself into his erection, and his mouth, of its own accord, went to her too-covered breast, sucking the nipple greedily through the thin material of her shirt.

Her mouth clamped down on his shoulder, biting slightly harder than intended but the response was a wonderful growl that sent tremors right through her body. She ground into him more frantically now, but when his hand came up to not so gently pull on her hair, exposing her neck to him so that he could languidly run his tongue along her neck, she knew that the pace was his to control, and decided to just enjoy the ride.

Next thing she knew she was on the bed, Spike between her legs, nipping her aching clit through her shorts, “Fuck Spike…” she managed to gasp out, earning her another nip before he slid the offending shorts down her legs.

Taking a moment to drink her in he let out a small moan, “You’re so beautiful Buffy” he whispered before delving into her pussy with his too-talented tongue.

She couldn’t help herself and began to gently thrust into his ministrations, his hands sliding under her to grab her ass roughly when her hands reached down to run her fingers through his hair.

“Fuck baby, you taste so good” he growled, taking a moment to insert a finger into her before sucking her clit into his mouth. It was just what she’d needed and she came. He took his time, lapping at her pussy while she lay there boneless, licking his fingers clean, and then finally making his way up her body with a nonchalance that had to be innate, no one could possibly learn to be that suave.

“You’re delicious,” he whispered into her ear as he rubbed himself against her. And when exactly had his clothes come off?

His mouth was back at her breast now, his hands expertly sliding her shirt down and off her body, leaving her body completely exposed to him, just the way she wanted it. Almost as if he could read her mind his mouth travelled to her other, neglected, nipple.

The things he could do to her were incredible, she would bark right now, if that’s what he asked of her.

Instead he kissed her again, a slight hissing sound escaping his lips as he slid into her, painfully slow, until he was completely sheathed inside her.

His forehead pressed against hers while he struggled for self control, trying not to fuck her into oblivion, trying to convey to her what he felt through his actions, not quite able to voice them just yet.

A moment later found him sliding in and out of her painfully slow, her body shaking as her hands skimmed over his back, nails slightly scraping into his skin.

When her soft voice whispered in his ear, “I think I might love you William.”

He pulled back to look at her, her eyes closed, well, that wouldn’t do at all.

“Look at me,” he urged, resting his weight on his elbows so that he could cup her face, his hips still pumping tortuously slow.

She shook her head ‘no’, and he couldn’t help but smirk, she was too adorable.

“Buffy please,” he pleaded and he laughed softly when one of her eyes peeked open to look at him.

“You can do better than that, can’t you sweetness?…There we go” he said softly when both her emerald eyes were focused on him, she clamped her inner muscles around him and he groaned loudly.

She was playing dirty now, but all was fair in love and war, or so he’d heard.

He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, “Say it again?”, when a moment passed in silence save the sounds of their bodies coming together he added a gentle “please”.

“I think I might love you William,” she whispered, eyes watering she tried to look away but he caught her face in his hands, keeping her eyes on him.

“Why the tears?” he asked, kissing her again before she could answer.

She flipped them over and he didn’t fight it, if she needed this position to feel more in control of everything he’d let her have it, but at a price he thought with an inner smile and one hand travelled to her ass and the other found her clit, his thumb rubbing and pinching as her pussy clenched around him.

“I feel…”, she let out a guttural moan when he shifted his hips slightly, allowing her to sink further down onto his hardened cock.

“I feel stupid,” she admitted.

Something primal in him snapped and he forced her to allow him to sit up, so that they were face to face as she rode him. His mouth attacked hers with brutal need, his hands tangling in her hair.

“Don’t you ever, ever feel stupid for that Buffy, please baby, don’t ever,”, her body was riding him furiously now, and he didn’t know how long he would last at this rate so he held her hips in place and waited for her to look at him again before continuing, “I’ve never felt this way about someone before…like I’m drowning in you Summers.”

Buffy felt her heart racing wildly in her chest, ‘could he feel it?’ she wondered briefly before she began to ride him again.

His teeth and tongue licked and nipped at her nipples while his hands squeezed her ass every time she came down on his throbbing cock, “I think I might love you too,” she barely managed to hear over their moans and it sent her over the edge.

When her pussy started to clamp down frantically around his erection his mouth sought hers, kissing her as he let go, pumping his seed into her, her name on his lips as he fell backward, completely spent.

How long they had been like that neither one knew. Her head on his chest, him still inside her as he drew lazy patterns on her back.

“Buffy?”

“Hmmmm?”

“Drown with me.”

It was a statement, not a question, and one he knew the answer to as soon as her lips met his in the sweetest kiss they’d shared so far.





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