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Spike planted a light kiss to her breast and gazed up at her flushed face. She was gorgeous like this, her hair tossed wildly and her eyes a little droopy, her whole body soft and pliant. She looked so at peace and it warmed his heart.

Buffy looked down into the smiling face of her boyfriend, he seemed very pleased with himself, a contented “cat that ate the canary” look on his face. She laughed lightly and suppressed a yawn. She was so ready for sleep but so NOT ready for him to leave yet. There was nothing more that she wanted than for him to spend the night but Buffy knew that with her mom he couldn’t. Crap! She still had to talk things over with her mother about the fight!

Spike frowned slightly at the sudden agitated roll of her eyes. “What’s wrong, love?”
“My mom.” She sighed.

“Alright…” He crawled up the bed and leaned against the pillows, pulling her warm body to rest against his. She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her, whispering to her. “Just shagged your brains out and the first thought that pops into your head is about your mum? Careful sweetheart, might give a bloke a complex.”

“Relax silly, you were… it was…” She blushed, more out of not knowing how to describe the fact that he made her toes curl and her body sing, than out of embarrassment. “It was everything I could have ever imagined and more. It was perfect.” She looked up into his bluer than blue eyes and smiled happily. She was telling him the truth and she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than where she was right now. Even with the small ache and the stickiness between her legs, the girl still loved being in his arms. “Plus I think you broke me. Earth shattering orgasms aren’t just things you read about I guess.”

Spike smirked and kissed her, their tongues just peeking out to tickle each other’s. She could still taste herself on his lips and it stirred the naughty girl inside. Buffy moaned and traced his lips with her tongue, suddenly forgetting all about her mom and sleep.

He would have gladly continued things, except he was a bit concerned about her mum and everything, so the man forced himself to stop. Spike grasped her chin to pull away just a tad. “So why exactly were you worryin over your mum? You don’ think she’ll take this whole punchin the Great Poof thing as a huge deal do you?”

Buffy blinked and let the fog in her brain clear. It was SO easy to get distracted when he was around. “Spike, I might have to let her grill you. Ya know, like ask a million annoying questions and maybe threaten you with an ax? She told me I couldn’t see you anymore after you left but I hadn’t asked why because I was too upset to really think about, well, anything. But now I KNOW it had to be because of the Angel thing. You’re probably gonna have to explain yourself.” She looked at him apologetically.

Spike sighed and nodded. “It’s fine, love. I was the pillock who couldn’t keep his anger under control long enough to leave your house ‘fore I decked Peaches. Just s’long as I don’t lose you I don’ care ‘bout talkin things over with Joyce. Just gonna be a bit awkward s’all.”

She nodded. “Sorry. I’ll tell her about Angel trying to kiss me so she’ll know he was starting problems earlier in the day before you… even…” She started to trail off when she saw the look on her boyfriend’s face. “What is it?” She asked him.

Oh it was nothing. Nothing at all. Just the image of Angel plastered to Buffy’s face was like a knife in the gut. His nostrils flared a little. “Nothin Buffy just… Got any clue where your ex toddled off to? I’d like to pay him a visit ‘fore he leaves town.”

“Oh no ya don’t, mister.” She sat up but was pulled back down into Spike’ strong arms. Ooh! Spike’s muscles, look how taught and- OKAY Buffy, getting sidetracked. Remember, you were going to make sure your current boyfriend didn’t go off to kill your past one. “No hunting down Angel. If you do then he’ll SO find a way to tell my mom. Just let it go okay, his father told me earlier that they’d be leaving by Monday, and Angel will probably just be hanging out with his buddies until then.”

Spike groaned and nuzzled her hair. “Fine.” He begrudgingly said. “But if he comes near you again the wanker’s dust, you understand?” He rolled his eyes internally; he was already her bloody lap dog.

Buffy nodded, smiled, and then kissed him. “Thank you. So anyways, I think after we both talk to my mom everything should be-”
She stopped when she heard a sound from behind her bedroom door. The girl shot straight up. Was that…

“Spike!” She stage whispered. “I heard a noise, grab your clothes and get in the closet! Now!”
Spike sat up and raised a brow. “Love, I think if your mum was gonna hear us we’d have already woken her-”

“No! She uses one of those sound machine thingies to go to sleep, it’s pretty loud and she might have gotten up to go to the bathroom or something just now and heard us talking. Hurry, move!” Buffy started pushing Spike off the bed.

The Brit quickly gathered his things, biting back a grin at Buffy’s wild eyed look. “Ya know you’re just as bossy now as you are between the sheets.”

“Oh shut up you!” Buffy scrambled off the bed and twisted into her shorts while Spike was calmly slipping his jeans on. “What are you doing?! Hurry up, closet- NOW!” The girl was in a tizzy searching for her shirt as the boy swiftly picked it up and handed it to her.

After she had three buttons closed, Spike yanked her by the wrist back into his embrace and kissed her hard, finally calming her down. When he pulled away he shushed any possible protests and whispered. “Do you hear anything?”
Buffy listened, shook her head, and then the man nodded. “Exactly. We’re in the clear, everything’s alright.”

Buffy was just about to relax and snuggle into his chest when she heard a door creak outside her bedroom. “Oh jeez! C’mon, you heard that right?!”
He rolled his eyes. “Buffy-”

“Nope! C’mon, closet!” She grabbed his shirt and boots before shoving him into the closet with them.

Spike rolled his eyes as he stood in a tiny room next to a bunch of Buffy scented clothing, he stared at his girlfriend who had the door in her hand and was ready to close it at the sudden sound of anything. Bloody women. “You’re bein insane here. It’s just your imagination gettin to you, Summers-”

Buffy heard two footsteps and turned to Spike, interrupting him. “Sorry!”

As she closed the door and carefully let it click shut she heard Spike groan from inside. “You’re lucky I’m bloody well in love with your paranoid arse.”

She stage whispered again. “Hey! You love my ass and I am NOT paranoid! And I love you too, by the way, you… you doubting Billy Idol reject!” She smiled triumphantly.

Spike heaved an annoyed sigh as he heard her little feet scurry off to the bed that was now soiled from their lovemaking. Shit! They hadn’t used a condom! Oh God, he really hoped Buffy was on the pill or something.

***

Just as Buffy flung the covers over herself her mom walked in. The teenager feigned restlessness and turned toward the older woman. “Mom? What’re you doing up?” Even with her heart hammering in her chest she was playing off the innocence image pretty well.

Joyce yawned. “Oh, hi sweetie. Did I wake you?”
“Not really, I’ve been sitting up trying to… trying to talk myself to sleep! Had a weird dream is all.” Buffy thanked her lucky stars the window was still open, no doubt helping to air out her probably brothel scented bedroom.

Joyce looked relieved. “Oh! I thought I heard you talking. I had my sound machine on and was sleeping fine until I had to use the bathroom. Then I thought I heard you and just came in to check up on my little girl.”

Buffy smiled and nodded, mentally giving herself a pat on the back for being 100% right! “Yep. Was just me. My mind won’t shut off.”

Joyce looked sympathetically at her daughter. She walked over and sat at the foot of the bed, succeeding in sending the teenager’s heart racing.

All Buffy could think was: Please don’t notice the sheets! Please, please, please!

“Is this about William?”

The girl blushed from head to toe- and that had better not have been Spike she just heard chuckle in the closet! “Um… yeah. I- I know you don’t want me to see him anymore and everything but uh- He called me!”

Joyce frowned and Buffy smiled as the idea started forming in her head. “Yeah, h- he called me and explained the whole Angel situation- The punching thing. I know you probably think he’s a bad guy now but mom, I swear he isn’t! You see, Angel had tried kissing me earlier- After I told him I didn’t want to get back together with him and- Well, he didn’t take it well. He grabbed me and kissed me before I could blink, probably thinking his lips would like, magically convince me to take him back or something equally stupid. Anyway, Spike saw it and… well, the whole atmosphere was just strained like crazy after that. So when he called, Spike said that he feels HORRIBLE for punching Angel and disrespecting you and- Well, he just feels really bad. Angel said some stuff and it kinda sounds like he goaded him into throwing that punch and um, well… Point is! Spike feels really awful and he hopes you’ll forgive him. He’s willing to talk to you about it if you want!” Buffy smiled and slapped on the puppy dog eyes. She hoped to GOD this worked.

Joyce frowned again, thoughtfully. “He said all this to you? When?’
“Um… earlier, around ten-ish.” She lied.
Joyce pursed her lips. “What did Willia- er, I mean, Spike, do when he saw Angel kissing you?”

Buffy eyed her mother warily. “Well I pushed Angel away and um… Spike just told him to stay away from me. That was it.” She lied again. God, she was getting good at this! Not that she was proud or anything…

Joyce suddenly relaxed her expression and sighed. “Well… I’m tired right now but I think I can have a short talk with William and you two can… Well, I guess if everything you said is true I can understand him being so on edge and I’ll let you two continue seeing each other; but I will NOT tolerate any more violence, and I’ll be sure to tell him that myself, alright young lady?”

Buffy lunged at her mom and hugged her “Thank you!”
Joyce smiled, pulling away after a minute. “You’re welcome, sweetie. I never really liked Angel anyway.”

Buffy grinned and covered up a muffled laugh from the direction of her closet with a nosy yawn.

Joyce suddenly got this look on her face, as if she were just considering something she hadn’t noticed or really thought too much about before. “Buffy uh… were you upset earlier because I told you that you couldn’t see William anymore? Because, you seemed troubled BEFORE I had even mentioned that but- Now I assume it was just because you had seen him punch Angel…?

Hazel green eyes widened. “Uh- uh, well yeah! I knew that after you saw Spike hit Angel that you would want us t- to breakup, because of how you feel about violence and everything. So when I- I heard you telling Spike to leave I got a glimpse at Angel in the kitchen and I figured everything out fr- from that. And then, then I just went upstairs. I was pretty upset and just wanted to… be alone.”

“Oh, well I guess can understand that. Like I said, I’ll have a little one on one chat with William, and then…” She looked into her daughter’s hopeful face and sighed. “Well, I’m sure that it’ll be alright for you two kids to start seeing each other again.”

Buffy beamed and Joyce kissed her daughter’s forehead before saying goodnight.

The teen waited until she heard the click of her mother’s bedroom door before flying out of bed and opening up her closest to find a shirtless bleached pest leaning against the doorframe.

Buffy crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “Ha. Ha. See, not paranoid mister! You were wrong- Ooh! It feels nice to say that to you!” She grinned and tilted her head.

Spike rolled his eyes and smirked. That was his girl, driving him crazy. “Well, love, looks like we’re at least in the clear. No need to worry over your mum keepin us apart.” He flung his shirt back on over his head.

“Oh, okay sure! Just ignore my ‘I told you so’ remark! I’ll have another one later, I’m sure!” She could only hold her straight face for a minute before she broke out into another smile at his expression. “Okay, okay.” She let out a relaxed breath. “As long as you stick to the phone call story and say sorry a lot when you talk to her, everything should be just peachy!”

He was about to smile and respond as he gently pulled Buffy back into his arms but then he remembered the no protection thing. Shit, how could he put this without sounding like a total git.

To be honest he’d just been too focused on Buffy to consider much else at the time, such as birth control. It was hard to think sometimes when she was around, take off her clothes and you might as well just forget about it. “Buffy…” He spoke softly while looking into her sweet green eyes, his arms around her waist. “We didn’t use any protection... You know, before, and uh… Didn’t think of it at the time but, are you on the pill by any chance, pet?”

Buffy started a little and then remembered that actually, yes she was. She’d been aware of this before they’d slept together, but Spike hadn’t. Wow, okay, she really should have mentioned it. “Spike… I- I’m sorry. I should have thought of you. Yes! I am on the pill, I got on it for cramps a while ago, don’t worry. Jeez, I’m so stupid! Can’t believe I scared you like that.”

Spike let out the breath he’d been holding and rested his forehead against hers, smiling now. “Sweetheart, don’ be sorry. Was just as much my fault. Didn’t think. But m’glad you’re on it, means we won’t have to worry ‘bout things in the future.” He smirked and kissed her slightly curled lips.

When he pulled back she was suddenly hit with a giant surge of insecurity. How had it been? The whole sex thing. She was a virgin so she couldn’t have been top notch or anything. HE’D made her see stars, but she- SHE was new to all of this. All Buffy had done was act on instinct, she must’ve been… well, she felt like she’d done okay, but there was no way she’d been anything more; most likely not even on the scale of GOOD. And even if Spike loved her it still didn’t mean she was a good lay, and now she was paling. Crap, the girl could feel her skin slowly getting just a tad clammy. She bit her lip and hoped he didn’t-

“Buffy, what’s wrong?”

-ask her if she was okay. Shit. Well, the odds were definitely NOT in her favor right now.

Ugh! Fine, if she lied he’d see right through it anyhow. “I uh… Okay, Spike. Promise you’ll tell me the truth when I ask you this?”

He frowned but nodded. What was she…
“HowwasI?” She rushed out her words, cringing at the high pitch of her own voice.

Her boyfriend blinked and took her face in his hands. “Look at me.” She did. “Best. I’ve. Ever. Had.” His tone was deadly serious and held no dishonesty whatsoever. “No, you didn’t pull out a thousand tricks or tease me till I begged, but you were raw.” He was breathing a little rapidly now. “You were REAL and you responded to every touch, every caress. You were so tight, an hot; so fucking wet. I felt like I was submerged in want of you. Every little sound you made was natural, wasn’t forced for my benefit, you FELT everything. You were so powerful. Your sexuality is blanketing you, Buffy; it’s a part of who you are, it’s innate. You can’t help but lose yourself in the pleasure and that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. You were extraordinary.”

How did he do this to her? Make her feel like the most desirable woman in the world? She wasn’t even going to call him sweet, because although he was, he wasn’t trying to be kind. He was trying to get through to her and be honest. He was trying to make her SEE her worth and talent and she loved him for it. “Really?”

“Do you honestly need me to answer that?” He raised a brow.

She let out a powerful, disbelieving “guh!” before attack his lips with her own.

Spike smiled and mauled her mouth with just as much fervor as she was doing to his. He wasn’t lying to her, if anything he’d never been more honest in his life. She was amazingly sensual and remarkably tempting. He was lost in her and just couldn’t get enough. He couldn’t wait to discover every little secret her body held, and devour her whole. He started rubbing the outside of her shorts and nibbled her lower lip.

Christ, he needed her again.

The woman pulled away before she let herself tear Spike’s shirt in half like she wanted. It was almost two in the morning. “Spikey.” She spoke in a breathy yet warning tone. “There’s nothing more that I want than for you to spend the night but we both have to get to sleep at some point. I AM supposed to develop those carnival pictures I told you about and bring them to the library tomorrow, remember? It’s gonna take a while and I’ll need to actually get OUT of bed in order to do it.” Smiled at his pout. “I’m sorry. But if um… if I get my work done and you talk to my mom at some point, then maybe… ya know, we’ll find some time for things tomorrow?” Buffy asked hopefully as she chewed on her lip nervously, eyes downcast and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

Spike smiled at her shyness. She was incredible, still able to blush and look modest after acting like an animal in bed. “Sounds like a bloody damn good plan to me, Goldilocks.” He scooped her up and smirked at her squeal. Slowly carrying her back to the bed and setting her down on it. He kissed her lips sweetly then nuzzled her nose with his own. “I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Buffy nodded and pecked his cheek. “Okay. I love you, too. I’ll call you and let you know when would be a good time for you to come over and talk to my mom, and then we can go out or something.”
“Perfect.” He kissed her again and went to grab his duster. “Uh… petal… where’s my coat?”

“Oh!” Buffy blinked and the goofy smile left her lips. She scooped up the leather jacket from where she’d kicked it underneath her bed. “Here.”

Spike scowled a little bit at the concept of his coat being treated with such carelessness. As he slipped it on he muttered. “Don’ know how to treat a man’s coat.”

Buffy snorted. “Spike… it’s a giant piece of cow’s skin.”
“Oi! Love this coat! S’not just a scrap a leather, I’ll have you know.”

She laughed. “Alright, I’m sorry. Just kicked it under there when I heard my mom.” When the frown didn’t leave his face Buffy narrowed her eyes and stood. She took his hands in hers, setting them on her hips as she leaned her pelvis into his. The woman whispered when her lips were just a breath away from his. “I’m sorry. I’ll treat your precious coat better from now on, Spike, I promise.”

When his nostrils flared a little and she felt his fingers dig into her skin, she knew he was searching for self restraint. She smirked. “And tomorrow… we’ll have loads of fun… Tonight was just the beginning.” She leaned in to murmur directly in his ear. “And I love you even though you’re a big baby when it comes to your coat.” When he groaned and muttered a “Sodding tease.” Buffy laughed and pulled away. “Goodnight Spike.”

With a long, parting kiss, the bleached man fled out the window and into the night with a smile on his face and a cigarette between his lips.


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