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They lost count of the number of times they made love. The sex had been wonderful but most importantly he knew that Buffy loved him just as much as he loved her. Nothing could separate them.

But he needed to know one more thing. He needed to be sure that he had her trust. In the years that he spent with Drusilla, his crazy sire had often relied on him for pretty much everything. But she never trusted him. That emotion had been solely reserved for her own sire.

With Buffy things were different. Granted, their passionate adoration for each other had come a little out of the blue, but Spike knew that it was real. Still, there was the tiniest niggling doubt based on a lifetime of false hopes with his previous lover. To prove it, he needed to know that Buffy had faith in him.

“Do you trust me, love?” Spike asked, running his fingers up her arms, lingering at her shoulders.

“With my life, my love,” she told him, flashing him a dazzling smile. She did trust him, with everything that she was. Sure, Spike had been dangerous in the past and maybe he would be again if he didn’t have that chip in his head. But none of that seemed to matter because, when he looked at her like she was the only woman on earth, she knew what a good heart he had.

He sorely needed to kiss her and gave in to the impulse, sealing their lips together as their tongues tangled in an ancient dance. Finally breaking the kiss when the Slayer needed to take in a gulp of air, he sat up and rose from the bed.

Buffy watched him curiously as he rooted in one of her drawers, eventually pulling out something and holding it behind his back as he returned to her. Spike sank back down to the bed and laid a rough-skinned hand on her thigh.

“Will you let me tie you up?” he asked without preamble, his eyes imploring her to agree.

For a moment she hesitated. As much as she loved Spike, he was still a vampire, and a dangerous one at that. Even with the chip he wasn’t necessarily trustworthy. However, she rapidly dismissed that as crazy thinking. This was the man she was going to marry! She knew that he would protect her with his life. Sure, she’d never done anything so kinky before in her life, but the only two men who had come before Spike were sorely lacking in the imagination department.

Not like Spike.

He was simply the personification of wonderful and exciting.

“Yes, Spike,” she smiled.

When she agreed, Spike felt himself grow impossibly harder. He wasn’t a young vamp and he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed a lot of sex during his years on earth. But he had never been as hard in his whole existence as he was in bed with this beautiful, powerful creature before him.

Buffy was everything he wanted in a woman: strong, smart, and stunning. And she could kick his ass in a fight which was definitely a turn on for a perverted old vampire like him. Okay, the fact that she was a little bit of a goody-goody didn’t exactly factor highly in the ‘pro’ column, but he could learn to deal with that. Especially for sex as good as this.

Encouraging her to lie back against the pillow, he ran his hands up the outside of her ribs and along the underside of her arms, stretching them out above her head with deceptive gentleness. She twitched when the tender movements tickled. He took the scarf that he’d found in her drawer and secured it around her wrists and through the slats in the headboard behind her.

Buffy felt a little niggle of fear at being bound like this by Spike but the look of arousal that she saw in his eyes soon morphed the fear into lust and excitement.

Lowering his head to her neck, he placed soft kisses on her pulse points and peppered tiny pecks down her collar bone. His tongue sneaked out and he licked the small hollow at the base of her throat, drawing a delicate moan from the girl. He glanced up and noticed that her eyes had drifted shut.

“No,” he whispered softly to the girl, “Don’t close your eyes. Look at me, love. I want you to see who’s making love to you.”

She complied, her cloudy green eyes fluttering open to meet his darkened blue ones.

“So bloody beautiful,” he breathed as he regarded her. She was naked, tied and splayed for him in all of her glory. “I’m gonna make you scream, Buffy.”

“Again?” she asked playfully.

“Over and over again for the rest of our lives.”

His voice held so much promise and affection that she shivered with anticipation. She wanted him so much right now. They had been making love for hours, but each time only increased her desire for the vampire.

Sensing her need, Spike cupped a breast in his hand, and ran his thumb over the nipple. Buffy gasped at the sensation it caused and Spike smiled. Every little pleasure that he could coax out of his girl made him proud. During the evening he’d been learning just how to play her body like a fiddle and now he knew where and how to touch her to get her to respond. And by God, she was responsive to her attentions.

He repeated the arousing movement with the other breast, holding one in each hand and gently massaging them. Underneath him, Buffy began to wriggle and writhe, consciously willing him to do more. She needed him to touch her and taste all over. And she needed him to fill her. Without him she felt so empty.

As if he could read her mind, Spike lowered his head to each breast and sucked on her nipples like a child suckling at a teat.

“Do you like that, Buffy?” he asked in a low, sensuous tone. “How’s it make you feel when I suck on your luscious titties?”

“So…so good!” she gasped.

“Do you want me to touch you elsewhere?”

“Mmm, please,” she begged.

“Tell me where, love.”

“On…on my pussy,” she said, reddening at using the word. She was so coy, so innocent and yet so wanton at the same time. It was a part of why he loved her.

“Never been one to deny a lady,” he grinned, trailing both hands down her toned tummy. “Gonna give you a proper good rogering.”

Her mouth fell open in eagerness at where his paws were headed, but instead of touching her wet center like she craved, he decided to tease her for a little longer. He placed his hands on her knees and drew little trails up her thighs with his fingertips. Seeing her enjoyment, he quickly dived down and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

Little wet paths ran from her knees to her crotch and he blew air on them with his false breath to cool them. The new feeling made Buffy buck into the air. It was something she hadn’t experienced before but it felt heavenly. Still, she knew about something that would feel even better than that, and she pulled her legs wider apart to try and hint what she wanted from her lover.

“Does my kitten want something?” asked Spike, deeply inhaling her deliciously musky scent as he gazed lovingly at her pussy. It was like a flower. Pink petals, glistening with moisture, opened just for him.

“You know what I want.”

“You have to tell me. I want to hear you say the words, pet. When you talk dirty to me it makes my cock ever so hard.”

As if to demonstrate his point he leaned back and wrapped his hand around his engorged penis and began to stroke the protruding appendage.

“Looks hard as nails from here,” Buffy told him.

“It can get harder. You know that though, don’t you, love? You felt just how hard it was when I was fucking your juicy cunt.”

Buffy’s face reddened even as she grew wetter. For her personally, dirty talk had never been something she had considered as part of her bedroom activities. Not that she had a vast array of experience. But now she was totally convinced that she couldn’t live without it. Maybe it was his accent, or the words themselves or just a combination of both wrapped up in a Spike-shaped package, but it drove her to the brink of glorious passion.

“Now tell me!” he demanded. “Tell me what you want me to do!”

“I want you to lick me,” she mumbled quietly.

“Didn’t quite hear that.”

“I want you to lick me,” she repeated, a little louder this time.

“Come on, pet. Speak up.”

“I want you to lick my fucking pussy!” she yelled, almost wild with need. Her hands pulled animalistically at the scarf. She wanted to be free to ravage him. She needed to push him to the bed and ride him until neither of them could take any more.

But now his head was dipping between her thighs and all other thoughts fled from her head instantly as she felt his cool tongue trace her exposed slit. Her body shook at the contact and he smiled into her pussy, wriggling his tongue deeply into her tight, pink hole.

“Want more?” he asked, momentarily halting his actions.

“God, yes!”

“Say my name, Buffy. Ask me for more!”

“Spike, please! I need more. I need you,” she panted.

Gone was the desire to preserve her dignity and in its place was a need to have her untamed sexuality attended to by him because her body was on fire with passion that only he could quench.

Satisfied with her answer he dived back into his task with renewed vigor. He voraciously feasted on her pussy like a starved man, sucking on her clit as his fingers worked away inside of her. When he found her secret spot, deep inside, she came undone. Her whole body lifted off the bed as she came. Sweet juices that tasted of Buffy filled his mouth and he drank them down. For so long he’d wanted to taste her, and now he finally had.

“Oh my! Oh Spike! Fuck!” she babbled, a torrent of praise for the vampire spilling endlessly from her lips. “So damn good. Oh feels so amazing, baby.”

Without giving her any time to recover from her mammoth orgasm, he surged up the bed so that they were face to face. She was flushed and sweaty and he smoothed back a strand of wet hair from her forehead.

“Did my girl like that?” he asked, smiling when all she could do was nod.

Their lips met and she tasted herself on his lips which strangely aroused her.

“More!” she demanded. “I need you Spike. I need you to fill me up. I feel so empty without having you inside of me.”

His already rock hard cock jumped at her command. He ran it up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices until neither of them could wait any longer. He plunged into her, stilling for a second as he adjusted to the feeling of being inside of her again. Even though it wasn’t the first time, it was hard for him not to come like a virgin straight away at the feel of her surrounding him. She fit him like a hot, moist, velvety glove.

Buffy tugged at the scarf that restrained her, wanting to run her hands up and down his delicious back, but Spike clamped his hands over her wrists.

“No,” he breathed. “Got to be a good little girl and stay all tied up. That’s how Daddy likes it.”

She shivered at the tone of his voice. He was so commanding. Most of the time in her life, the Slayer loved to be in control. Although she wouldn’t say it aloud, in her head she could admit she was a control freak a lot of the time. But having Spike take that control away from her… it was freeing in a way she could never have imagined. It allowed her to just be Buffy. No pretending or holding back…just Buffy.

Wanting to see his beautiful woman break apart in his arms once again, he let his hand wander to her pussy, and rubbed her rapidly. The friction was enough to bring about another earth shattering climax for her. But Spike wasn’t satisfied with giving his girl just one single orgasm. Keeping the pressure on, and continuing his thrusts, he brought her to orgasm after orgasm, until the point where she couldn’t even remember her own name.

“Come for me again, Buffy love. Love you so bloody much! Want to fuck you until I’m dust. Never felt this way. Never been so good. Fuck! You’re amazing!” Spike rambled as he kept on pounding into her, his own dead veins coming alive with the pleasure that being inside her generated for him.

Lost in the passion, Buffy finally tore at the bonds, ripping the scarf into pieces and freeing her hands. She locked her arms around his neck and angled her legs even higher so that her lover could drive deeper into her. He pounded away at her pussy, the wet smacking sounds of flesh upon flesh reverberating in the room along with their moans.

“Tell Daddy how much you like it!” he demanded.

“Oh! Feels so good!” she agreed.

“Wanna keep fucking you forever, Buffy. My cock feels like he’s home when he’s inside your juicy little pussy. So wet, so warm, love. You love feeling him inside you too, eh? Love welcoming him home?”

“Yes! Mmm, oh God!”

“Name’s Spike, Princess. But I can see how you could get the two of us confused.”

“Harder! Do it harder!”

Spike upped the pace, reveling in the way that this woman had such fire and passion locked within her. He knew that he had the keys to unleash it. She was such a sexual creature. It was her calling.

“Oh! I love fucking you Buffy. You’re like the sunshine I’ve been missing for over one hundred bloody years. You’re the light in my darkness.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Spike cursed himself for being such a verbose ponce, pausing in his actions to glance at her and see her reaction. William the Bloody Awful Poet had a way of rearing his ugly head with flowery rhetoric at the most inopportune of times.

But Buffy was smiling that ‘that’s so sweet and adorable’ smile and he relaxed. This girl loved him. She wasn’t like the cruel and callous Londoners who mocked his writing a century earlier. And she couldn’t be more different from that nasty little bitch, Cecily, who shattered his heart when he bared it to her. His Buffy loved him totally and completely and she would even accept his fondness for the poetic it seemed.

Relaxing back into his rhythm, he resumed the movement of his hips, pumping into her again. But he kept his actions slow, drawing out long moans from the blonde. However, she wasn’t having any of it. The Slayer liked it hard and fast, and she flipped the pair of them over, so she was on top once again.

“So baby wants to play, does she?”

In answer to his comment, Buffy raked her nails down his chest, drawing a line of blood as she did so. He sucked in a breath at the pain before a slow smile spread over his face. Spike was a vampire and a little pain mixed in with his pleasure was a perfect combination. It was the cheese with his mac, the ketchup with his fries. And he couldn’t have been happier that his little hellcat apparently had a yen for both the pleasure and the pain.

Of course, she was the Slayer so inflicting pain was a way of life to her.

She rocked back and forward on top of him, reaching down to play with her own clit as she did so. The Slayer was determined to give her man a good show. The ever increasing lust in his eyes shone through and she couldn’t help but feel that the sentiment was mirrored in her own expression.

Needing more, Spike flipped them back over, taking the reins of control once again, and upped his pace. He hooked Buffy’s legs over his shoulders and plowed into her with rough abandon. Her nails cut deep and bloody furrows in the tender, pale skin of his back and he howled in bliss at the feeling. His heavy ball sack smacked against her ass as he fucked her. Their climaxes were so close. The pleasure built in them like a tidal wave billowing from the ocean, ready to spill over.

“Never been this way before, love,” he panted, gritting his teeth to draw out the pleasure for as long as he could. “Your lovely little pussy strangling ole Spike’s cock. Love being inside you, Princess. I never had it this good until now.”

“Never!” she agreed, her eyes fluttering shut. “Love you, William!”

“God, I love you too, Buffy! I love you so bloody much!”

With one final simultaneous cry they orgasmed in harmony, like two halves of the same whole drawn together in desire and pleasure. Their bodies shivered and shook with elation, soaring to the highest pinnacle of satisfaction.

Panting heavily, Spike looked down at the beauty beneath him, loathe to pull out of her heat. He bent down again to kiss her sweetly, tasting her mouth as if he was drinking the sweetest nectar. He could still taste the remnants of his own come on her and he loved that fact. It was if he had marked her as his own.

Then it all happened so fast and in a single moment two worlds came crashing down.

A tumultuous rush of memories hit both the Slayer and the vampire. It was painful and heart wrenching. If Spike had possessed a soul he was sure that it would have been torn to shreds in that moment.

The Slayer wasn’t his. She didn’t love him, or care about him. In fact, they didn’t even like each other. His heart and mind were shattered into jagged shards.

It had all been a spell. That much was obvious. Fucking magic! Always has consequences, doesn’t it? He made a pledge to himself that as soon as he found the culprit that cast the spell he would tear their lungs out.

Spike detached his lips from Buffy’s, sitting up slowly and rolling off of the Slayer. He didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want to see the disgust on her face that he was sure would be there.

Buffy watched him turn away from her, horror dawning on her as the full gravity of what they’d just done slammed into her.

Oh my God!

She had sex with Spike! Hot, sweaty, kinky sex with her mortal enemy. Spike had tried to kill her so many times but he’d damaged her more by fucking her than any during any of his attempts on her life.

But worse than what had happened, a part of her mourned what she had just lost. She’d been given a glimpse of true happiness only to have it cruelly torn away from her.

Swallowing hard, she glanced over at him. He was pulling on his clothes in silence, the taut muscles in his back rippling under his skin. They looked so inviting…so kissable…No! Spike was not inviting or kissable. What the hell was she thinking? He was evil and disgusting. This was a soulless vampire who longed to taste her blood no matter how sweet and loving he’d appearing under the influence of magic.

Her hand clasped at her neck as she realized that he hadn’t even attempted to bite her. She remembered reading in one of Giles’ books that vampire sometimes bite their partners during…intercourse.

Of course, it had to be the chip that had stopped him from doing that to her, but she couldn’t help but wonder how his fangs would have felt in her neck. She clamped down on that train of thought immediately. She was the Slayer and she so absolutely did not want to be bitten by a vampire. Well not again. And either way, she definitely didn’t want Spike to bite her…probably.

“Well, it’s been one helluva ride, love,” the vampire in question said with a haughty smirk as he pulled his T-shirt over his head, thankfully interrupting her thoroughly disturbing musings.

“Shut up, Spike,” she retorted automatically, but it was lacking the usual heat in her tone. If anything she sounded defeated.

“Come on, pet. Don’t even try to deny that I didn’t make you scream with all those little nasties we did.”

His words irked her enough to inject some anger back into her weary body and soul. She tossed him a maddened glare before screwing her green eyes tightly shut. “Ugh, you’re bent.”

“Yeah, apparently that’s the part you love the most,” he mocked.

Buffy balled her hands into fists. She was itching to hit him, but she knew that as aggravating an ass as he was, he wasn’t really at fault in this situation. On the other hand, hitting Spike always relieved some of her aggression.

The aggression relieving-y thing sounded pretty good actually. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into his vulnerable nose, sending him flying back so hard against the wall that he actually dented it. Plaster rained down on top of him like snowflakes.

Oops!

That wasn’t something that she wanted to explain to her mother.

“What the buggering hell is wrong with you, you mad bint?” he shouted, licking up the blood that was dripping from his nose as he staggered to his feet. Her face twisted in disgust at the sight.

A man who drank his own nose blood wasn’t the kind of man that Buffy saw as having husband potential. At least, she didn’t when she wasn’t under a spell anyway.

Spike maintained his evil glare as he faced off with the petite blonde. Unfortunately, the Slayer was clearly back to her usual, delightful self. Oh, how Spike wished he could tear her throat out with his fangs right now!

“What’s wrong with me? Are you nuts? Did you forget what just happened?” she shrieked when she finally found her voice. Her shrieks were rising to the pitch of hysteria. It was rare to see the Slayer so out of control. As much of a bitch as she could be, she was usually cool and calculated.

“Couldn’t forget that if I tried, Slayer,” said Spike in a carefully neutral tone, sucking the last of the blood off his fingers. And Buffy so wasn’t recalling the wicked little naughties that tongue was capable of. “It was…memorable.”

“Well…try! Try to forget it. Let’s just pretend it never happened.”

“Why would I want to do that?” he chuckled irritatingly. Buffy felt her hackles rise in a way that only Spike could provoke. “Memories to warm the cold and lonely winter nights and all that jazz.”

“Uh…because you don’t want me to chain you up naked outside, and leave you for the sunrise?” Buffy helpfully suggested and false smile pasted on her stiff lips.

“Still thinking about me being naked, love?” he sneered, his voice sounding like it was coated with honey. “If you want to see that again, then all you need to do is ask me.”

“Ugh! Seeing you naked is very high on my list of things I never want to do again, Spike. Actually I think you might be the number one thing I never want to…do again,” Buffy assured him, hoping he couldn’t see the blush rise in her cheeks as she vividly recalled his naked form and the things she’d done to it that evening.

She nearly missed the hint of hurt that crossed his face but his expression was almost instantaneously dispassionate again and Buffy was sure that she had imagined it. When she looked at him again, his jaw was tightly clenched as if he was holding himself back from risking a major headache by slamming his fist through her face.

“Well if that’s how you want to be,” he said, purposely avoiding her angry searching gaze, “then I bid you my leave.”

He turned and cleared the stairs in a single bound, departing through the front door in a swirl of leather.

Who the hell did he think he was?

There was no way she was just going to let Spike walk away from her. How dare he! He should be begging her not to stake him, or at least be a little freaked out that he’d just had sex with the Slayer. But he was being all calm and collected as if it was something he did all the time.

Incensed by his dismissal of her, she stalked after him, following him outside. Grabbing him around the neck, she shoved him against the outside wall of her house, irate eyes burning into him.

If looks could kill he’d be dust bunnies right about now.

She tightened her grip on him, trying to repress her blush as she realized how close their bodies were to each other.

“Mmm…just a little to the left,” he purred with a leer. Trust Spike to pick up on their closeness.

As if she’d been burned, Buffy took a step back, but still kept one hand clasped tightly around his neck and another pressed to the center of his chest. She knew that if she squeezed a little harder she could easily pop his head off and dust his ashes off her hands.

Something stopped her from doing that though. Although she would never admit it, she couldn’t help but think life would be a little duller without Spike. However, she would just die if anyone ever found out about what they had done that evening.

“I mean it, Spike,” Buffy warned. “If you ever tell anyone about what we did, I swear to God you’ll fit in an ashtray.”

Spike smirked, struggling free from her grasp and putting some space between the two of them. The vampire plucked a cigarette from his pack and lit it slowly, keeping his eyes pinned to the Slayer the entire time.

Just because he’d fucked her into the ground didn’t mean he trusted her not to whip out a stake and dust him now. She was a spiteful, vengeful little minx and he knew that if he pushed her too far then he could easily be on the pointy end of her fury. Of course, that didn’t stop him having a little fun with her. It wasn’t as if he…liked her.

“What makes you think I’d want to tell anyone about my journey to the center of the Slayer’s thighs, pet?” He exhaled the smoke deliberately, the smug sneer still firmly in place. “I’ve still got a bloody rep to think about. What would my friends say if they found out about this?”

“You don’t have any friends, Spike,” she bit back nastily.

“Not the kinds of friends you’re thinking of, Slayer. I’m talking about…intimate friends. Have to get my end away sometimes, pet. I’m sure you understand. After tonight, you should be familiar with…intimacy.”

She felt her ire rise again. Buffy couldn’t believe that she’d let this…thing…touch her. And the annoyance at the thought of him having other friends to be intimate with…well that so was not jealousy. It was disgust! Yup! Totally disgust!

Why would she care if he did those kinds of things with someone else anyway? And oh…there were so many things that she’d done with him. Her face flushed red at the thought of what they’d spent all evening doing, and she turned away from him, not wanting him to see her reaction. The last thing the Slayer needed was to let Spike have more ammunition to mock her with.

“You need to stay away from me, Spike. What happened tonight was a spell. I would never do things like that…”

“What a load of bollocks!” he exclaimed, sucking on his cigarette. “I know just what kind of girl you are. You can pretend to the world, to your friends, even to your own precious bloody self. But you can’t lie to me, love.”

“Fuck you, Spike!” she yelled, rounding on him with anger gushing from inside of her. “You don’t know me. Not the real me anyway. I was under a spell!”

He approached her slowly, like a predator. She suddenly felt like a cornered animal on one of those wildlife shows. She wasn’t supposed to be the prey in this kind of situation. It didn’t matter that Spike couldn’t hurt her, he could touch a much deeper nerve, she figured.

“I’ve tasted you, shagged you, had you begging for more, Buffy.” He smiled at her startle at his use of her real name. “You can’t take that back. You can scream and shout about how it’ll never happen again. You can tell me that a creature like me won’t get to be with a gem like yourself. But I’ll always have the memories.”

He crushed his mouth to hers, a kiss full of passion, desperation and also sorrow. It was over almost before it really began and against every one of her better judgments Buffy was left wanting for more.

Before she could say anything, he was gone…disappeared into the shadows of the night like the vampire that he was. There were so many other things that she wanted to say but the words had lodged in her throat, blocked by the bile of her fury and regret. She sighed mournfully and leaned her head back against the cool wall. Her eyes were screwed shut and for a moment she could almost pretend that none of this had ever happened…almost.

The taste of him still lingered on her lips and she licked them to savor him one last time. Tonight she tasted heaven with someone she never expected to find that kind of passion with. Everything was complicated now, like a ball of twine all twisted up. That was exactly how she felt inside too. Nothing could ever be like it used to be after what happened tonight.

In some ways she wished it could be different and that she could say to hell with the barriers and leap them in a single bound. It would be so easy just to give in to her desires. They’d worked perfectly as enemies and as lovers, so maybe they could work perfectly as something more…if things were different.

But she couldn’t do that and that had to be the end of it. No matter how good it had been, she could never experience what she’d experienced with Spike..ever again.

Not just because Spike had tried to kill her in the past, or because her Watcher and friends would disapprove.

But because she was the Slayer…the one girl in the entire world who had to bear the fate of humanity on her shoulders.

So she couldn’t give into her own selfish desires no matter how much she might want to.

It would be wrong.

And Buffy couldn’t let herself be wrong when the fate of the entire world rested on her being right.

With one last glance in the direction that Spike had headed, Buffy made her way back into her mother’s house.

Alone…as she always was and always would be.





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