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And now the morning after, how will things be between them? Let's find out...
Chapter 10

Buffy was having a wonderful dream. Spike was nuzzling her ear and doing that purring thing, brushing feather-light touches across her stomach.

“Mmmm, Spike.”

“Hey kitten. Ready for round two?”

He nipped at her ear and Buffy opened her eyes and realised she wasn’t dreaming after all.

She blinked to focus and saw Spike staring at her with adoration evident in his eyes, a gentle smile on his face she’d never seen before, so unlike his trademark smirk and it made her melt.

She reached up to touch his face, now completely healed and he leaned into her hand, turning his head slightly so he could kiss her wrist softly.

“I thought I was dreaming for a minute there but you really are here.”

“Course I’m here pet, I was the one worried it was a dream, can’t tell you how happy I was to wake up with you beside me, all warm and soft and wrapped around me.”

She smiled up at him and Spike thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his unlife. He bent his head down for a kiss and she responded instantly, wrapping one hand around his waist while stroking his messed up blonde curls with the other.

She pulled away after a minute and looked up at him, continuing to run her hand through his hair.

“Bed-hair suits you. You’re all sexy, more so than usual.”

There it was, that trademark smirk of his. He rolled his tongue up under his teeth and she felt herself getting wet at the sight.

“Gotta say, the freshly shagged look suits you too pet. Might have to keep you here, work on making you look even more stunning.”

She mock-gasped and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

“You are such a pig Spike.”

“Oink oink baby, it was you that started it.”

“Yeah but my way wasn’t so crude. Although, now that you mention it I’m sure we could get that hair of yours even spikier, would look much better than the slicked back look you’re so fond of, and you say Angel uses too much hair gel.”

“Oi! Peaches does use too much of that stuff, it takes barely anythin’ to keep my hair lookin’ good, and what’s wrong with my hair, it’s damn sexy an’ you know it. Plus can we please not talk ‘bout that poncy ex o’ yours, or any o’ them for that matter, spoils the mood.”

Buffy rolled her eyes before leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Okay, no more talk of the past. More kissing instead.”

He grinned and kissed her again, holding her head with one hand, supporting his weight with the other.

“Now that’s more like it. Got a lot to teach you pet. Been dreamin’ ‘bout this for ages, got a lot of catchin’ up to do.”

“Hey I know stuff. And anything I haven’t done I’m pretty sure I’ve heard of, probably from Anya. I doubt there’s anything you could teach me.”

Spike raised an eyebrow at her and smirked again.

“Yeah? You do realise I have over a hundred years of experience on you luv. What do you wanna bet there’s tons of stuff I could teach you? In fact, I was holdin’ back last night, not up to my full strength and worn out from tryin’ to convince you this could work, but now I’m gonna show you exactly how well we match each other. It’s gonna be better than all those amazin’ fights we had.”

He was holding back last night?

Buffy considered what an unrestrained Spike would be like in the sack and shivered with excitement at the thought. Then again, she hadn’t exactly let herself go last night either. She was so used to holding back with her human partners in case she hurt them. Spike was a vampire, however, and she had no doubt he could take whatever she gave him, he had when they fought so it would make sense he could handle her Slayer strength in bed too. The idea that it could be better than the thrill she got when they fought was exciting her even more and she made up her mind.

Vamp’s not gonna know what hit him.

“So quit yappin’ and teach me.”

She pulled him down for a passionate kiss, tongues tangling, bodies thrusting, searching for friction. Spike’s hand moved lower and she moaned into his mouth when he stroked her folds. He dipped a finger in to stroke her slit and spread the juices already pouring from her around, lubricating his movements. He ran his finger in circles around her sensitive area and she growled in frustration as he avoided the place she needed him.

Spike chuckled at her frustration and continued to tease her.

“Somethin’ you want luv?”

“Spike, quit teasing and touch me.”

“Thought I was touchin’ you kitten.”

“You know what I mean. Mmmm. Give me what I want or else.”

He grinned at that and raised that sexy eyebrow of his again.

“Or else what?”

He stopped stroking her and Buffy looked at him, eyes blazing.

Oh he was gonna get it.

Buffy placed both hands firmly on his chest and pushed, rolling them over so he was on his back and she was straddling him. She moved slowly back and forth, her wet folds sliding up and down his rock hard cock, making him moan loudly. She lowered her head and waited until he opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Or else I’ll take charge and you’ll really be in trouble.”

Spike’s eyes widened.

A little minx isn’ she? Figures she’d enjoy bein’ on top, an’ I got no complaints ‘bout that.

“Kitten’s got claws huh? Should prob’ly behave myself…then again…”

He winked at her and without warning gave her a sharp smack on the ass. She yelped in surprise and glared at the widely grinning vamp under her.

“Oh now you’ve done it.”

Buffy was enjoying this. She was looking forward to wiping the smirk off his face and having him beg her the way he wanted her to beg him. She held his gaze as she raised herself up, positioning herself above his rigid shaft, gripping him tightly with her right hand she guided him to her entrance.

Spike’s unneeded breath was coming in short pants as he watched her, his hands firmly grasping her hips.

She sucked in breath as he penetrated her and when the first couple of inches were securely in her heat she exhaled and slammed down on him suddenly, taking him in completely.

They both shouted at the pleasurable invasion and Buffy’s nails dug into Spike’s skin as her body stretched around him. He was holding tightly to her, trying to control himself. She was in the driver’s seat now and she would set the pace.

Buffy regained control of herself, loving the feel of him inside her, as if he belonged there. She rose up slowly, tightened her muscles and pushed down again quickly. Spike hissed as she sank down and his grip tightened.

“God Buffy! So fuckin’ tight, luv. So hot. Feels so good.”

Buffy repeated the movement, gradually building speed and Spike began urging her to move faster, guiding her hips, praising her as he thrust up to meet her. She began panting as warmth spread through her, her own pleasure building. She circled her hips when she came down, rubbing her clit against his pelvis and groaning at the incredible sensations coursing through her body.

Spike raised his hands up, running them over her stomach and up to her breasts, massaging them, stroking her nipples with his coarse fingers and she leaned back, balancing herself on her arms, the new angle stretching her even more and making them both cry out.

“Unh. Unh. Unh. Yes. Unh. Spike, I’m so close!”

“Cum for me kitten! God Buffy please! I wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

Buffy threw herself forward again, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head, the new angle putting her breasts above his face which he took full advantage of, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making her groan. She moved faster and he thrust up harder, the tension in her body increased and she felt something building up quickly, about to spill over.

“SPIKE! OH GOD YES!”

She slammed down on him once more, her muscles tightened and she spasmed around him as her climax overtook her. She trembled and shook as each shockwave hit her, pressing his wrists into the bed as she rode out a powerful orgasm.

Spike used every piece of self-control and willpower he had in him to keep his own pleasure at bay. He wanted this to last but god she would be his bloody undoin’ the way she rode him. Her Slayer’s muscles were in full effect as she came and it was the sweetest pain he’d ever felt, makin’ it hurt in all the right places. She’d had her turn in the driver’s seat, now it was his turn to show her who’s boss.

Buffy had barely come back to herself after her powerful release when Spike swept her up in his arms, sitting up and stretching her legs out either side of him. He clutched her boneless body to him as he kissed her collar-bone, licking the sweat beads that had gathered along her neck, wiping her damp hair out of her face. She noticed he was still hard inside her and just as this registered in her melted brain, he began moving, thrusting into her and maneuvering her hips to move against him the way he wanted.

“Again? You don’t give a girl much time to recover do you?”

“Come on Slayer, I know you got it in you. We could dance all night. See? You’re already primed for another go.”

Buffy realised she had started to gyrate her hips in time with his movements.

That Slayer stamina comes in handy when you’ve got a horny master vamp under you.

Buffy found she liked this position, she was getting a lot of friction in all the right places and having Spike hold her at perfect kissing level was also a major bonus. She took full advantage of this, smashing her lips against his and probing her tongue against his slightly parted lips, begging entrance to that tasty mouth.

They kissed furiously, increasing their rhythm. Spike intended to show her he could give as good as he took and it was about time he taught her a few things he bet she hadn’t tried with those pathetic poofs she’d been dating.

Buffy was happily enjoying the steady pace and kissing when Spike growled and keeping a firm hold on her ass, shifted around and raised himself up on his knees, propelling her backwards without warning. She squealed in surprise, flinging her arms out to steady herself and found herself bent backwards over the end of the bed, balancing on her hands, her hair brushing the rug she’d admired the night before, her legs either side of Spike’s hips as he knelt at the end of the bed, thrusting away and taking in every glorious detail of the stretched out Slayer in front of him.

“Spike! What are you…Ooohhh Fuck Yeah! Mnah!“

"Time I taught you a few new tricks Slayer. All those acrobatics o’ yours are gonna come in real handy. Unh! Take it Buffy! Show me you can handle a master vamp!”

Buffy could do little to respond. Each powerful thrust making her cry out. His balls slapping her ass, giving her even more pleasure.

He was ramming into her, loving the sight of her tits bouncing, long, shampoo commercial hair swinging wildly back and forth over the rug. Her gasps and moans reverberated around the crypt walls, a chorus ringing in his ears.

“Come on Slayer! I know you love this, love havin’ me pound into you! Give it me good Buffy!”

Those words. He’d said them before. The night she’d pushed him to the ground in defiance, denying him. Buffy wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. He wanted to dance and this time she was going to dance with him.

She locked her legs around him, steadied her hands as best she could and pulled him forward as she pressed against the ground, pushing herself onto him, meeting his powerful thrust with one of her own.

“UNH, YEAH, THAT’S IT PET! THAT’S MY SLAYER! FUCK ME BUFFY!”

She let go, using her Slayer strength to meet that of her vampire lover. The walls echoed with the sound of their coupling, wild animalistic sounds emerged from their throats, flesh slapping against flesh. Their pleasure built in them rapidly.

Buffy’s back arched up in a position only achievable through advanced acrobatic skill as they both fell over the edge into that abyss of pure, intense feeling. She pulsed around him as he exploded into her. An inhuman roar sounded from his throat and she screamed something that might have been his name.

They were incapable of movement while the aftershocks rolled over them. As they grew less intense Spike leaned forward to grab Buffy by the waist, and, using the last of his strength, hoisted her up off the floor to meet him and they tumbled back onto the bed, her lying on top of him, panting desperately for air.

When the world finally stopped spinning Buffy trailed a hand across Spike’s firm pecs.

“Wow.”

“Wow,” he repeated.

“I think you broke me.”

He chuckled and rubbed her back soothingly.

“Nah, no more than you broke me. An’ if I did I’ll just take my time puttin’ you back together, though I’m pretty sure those healin’ powers of yours will take care of that.”

“Mmmm, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move for a while.”

“Good, cos I have no intention of lettin’ you out of my bed jus’ yet.”

Buffy smiled and started tracing patterns across his chest, revelling in the feel of his strong arms encircling her.

“As much as I’d love to go another round, although God knows how that’s possible right now, I’m gonna have to get up sometime. There’s a whole world outside this bed that needs it’s Slayer.”

Spike growled and held her closer, possessively. Buffy got a warm fuzzy feeling from his behaviour. He made her feel really wanted, but what she said was true, she would eventually have to face the outside world and the longer she spent here in his arms, the more difficult it was going to be to tear herself away.

“C’mon stay with me. I finally got you Buffy, don’ ask me to let go now.”

“Spike I’m not going anywhere…”

“Good.”

“Hey! You didn’t let me finish!”

“Sounded like a good place to end that sentence to me.”

“Spike.”

Buffy swatted him on the chest and raised her head up to look at him.

Oops, bad idea Buffy.

She was met with a pout that made him damn near irresistible and Buffy was having a much harder time convincing herself to convince him he had to let her go.

“Stop with the pouting it’s unfair! Look you’re not going to lose me alright but I have to go soon. For one thing Mom will probably call out the search party if I don’t show up and I need to check on her and Dawn. Glory could be up to something and there’s the Council who’ll be dropping by for a visit at some point. I promise this isn’t over okay. I made my decision and I’m sticking by it.”

Spike regarded her and sighed when he recognised her resolve face.

“Fine, but only cos I don’ want your mum or the Nibblet gettin’ worried. The others can get stuffed for all I care.”

“Spike.”

“What? It’s not like they’ve given me any reason to like ‘em over the years, ‘cept maybe Glinda but she wouldn’ hurt a fly, not in her nature. Not to mention the way they’ll react when they find out about us.”

He suddenly went very still and silent. When he spoke again he tried to seem casual but to Buffy he sounded unsure and tentative.

“Are they gonna find out? Or are we keepin’ this strictly between us?”

Buffy instantly knew why he sounded so nervous. He knew how her friends would react to the news. It would be intervention time for Buffy, that is if they didn’t jump straight to staking Spike first. He needed an answer though. She knew he wanted her to tell her friends, he didn’t want to hide their relationship. She also knew he was unsure whether they had a relationship, afraid that being back with her friends would change her mind.

Why wouldn’t he think that, it’s exactly what’s happened the last few times we were together. I see my friends, the world comes crashing back and I run off on him.

She knew the longer she waited before answering him the more unsettled he’d become but she honestly didn’t know herself yet. She was afraid to tell them because of what they might do to him if they found out. On the other hand she knew she didn’t want to give this up, and not just because of the most amazing sex she’d ever had, but because Spike really loved her and he wouldn’t leave her. He understood her better than anybody and she couldn’t let him go, especially now she might be developing certain feelings for him too. She had to reassure him.

“Spike look at me. I want this, I want you. Not just the sex but to be with you. I want to be your girlfriend.”

Spike took all this in and knew she was being completely serious. He beamed at the thought of being Buffy’s boyfriend but the look on her face informed him she wasn’t finished.

“Why do I sense a ‘but’ comin’ on?”

“I don’t think I can tell my friends yet. Not because I don’t want to,” she hurried to explain, “I just don’t think it’s the right time yet. They’ve got their hands full with Glory and now this Council visit…they’re running an evaluation on me before they’ll give up any information and I really think it would be better to wait until after they’re gone to drop this bombshell. Not everyone will be pleased with the news and it wouldn’t help to have everyone fighting when the Council get here, and I don’t want you getting hurt. I want to be able to defend you but if the Council get in the way when someone decides to get stake happy…”

Spike reached up to lovingly caress her cheek. Buffy was worried about him, and while keeping them a secret wasn’t something he was thrilled about, he understood why it had to be that way, at least for now and he wanted to put her at ease.

“It’s okay pet, I get it, I do, not exactly thrilled but I’m willin’ to keep it quiet, for now. Don’ suppose it would do to have the Council findin’ out you’re dating a vamp when they’re testin’ you’re capability as a Slayer.”

Buffy smiled, relieved he was taking it so well and understood where she was coming from.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me that you see it that way. I promise I’ll tell them, just not yet, not until this thing with the Council blows over.”

Spike nodded and pulled her to him for a tender kiss. It was starting to turn into something else before Buffy made a monumental effort to pull back and extricate herself from the disappointed vamp’s arms.

“Where the bloody hell are you goin’?”

Buffy sat back on the bed, keeping out of his reach.

“I told you I had to go soon to let Mom know I’m still alive and check on Dawn.”

“Yeah but I didn’ think you meant this soon.”

She frowned at him and stood up to gather her clothing.

“The longer I stay the harder it’s going to be to leave and we both know that kiss was leading to more than a simple cuddle. If I don’t go now I never will.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Sure, until my friends come in here to ask you if you’ve seen me and find us having wild, naked sex in your bed. Great plan.”

Spike did the tongue thing again, leering at her.

“Be worth it for the fun we could have.”

“No, not when we could have a lot more fun, without you meeting a dusty end and me being institutionalised.”

She finally found her bra and quickly put it on, followed by her top and located her thong, which she discovered had been ruined when Spike ripped it off her.

Darn I forgot he did that. And I liked this pair too.

She discarded the ruined piece of lace and pulled her pants up, sitting down on the bed to pull her boots on.

“You owe me new underwear you know.”

She squealed when Spike grabbed her from behind, pulling her against his chest and kissing her breathless.

“No point. Only gonna rip ‘em off later. Matter of fact, you should prob’ly think ‘bout wearin’ skirts more often too.”

“Yeah, patrolling in a skirt with no underwear sounds like a great idea. Let go, I have to leave remember.”

“Not even a kiss goodbye?”

“Okay one more but then I really have to go.”

He wasted no time pulling her to him again and put everything into the kiss, it was soft and tender and wonderful and, dammit, he was convincing her to stay again.

He grumbled in protest when she pushed him away and practically leapt off the bed, leaving him scowling up at her.

“Okay, you had you’re goodbye kiss, now I really have to leave.”

“C’mon pet, one more, please?”

He gave her such an innocent look she was almost tempted but shook it off, there was no way she was buying that.

“Uh uh. I’m on to you. There’s no way I’m going near that bed again. At least not until later, after I’ve reassured everyone I exist.”

Spike sighed melodramatically and gave her the biggest eye roll she’d ever seen.

“Fine,” he huffed, “go. You are coming by later then? Or am I gonna meet you on patrol?”

“Patrol might not be a good idea. I don’t know when the Council are gonna get here, so, I’ll meet you here tonight, after, kay?”

“You’d better, or I’ll be the one sendin’ out a search party. Now get that luscious arse o’ yours outta here before I’m forced to drag you back here an’ chain you to the bed.”

Buffy paused and cocked her head.

“There are chains?”

She dodged as a pillow flew at her head.

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going,” she laughed, sprinting out of the bedchamber and up the ladder.

I’ll have to look into the chains thing later.





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