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Who do you need, who do you love
When you come undone?
Duran Duran – Come undone

They chased each other all the way to the crypt Spike had claimed as his own. Every time they got within arm’s reach, they would come together and share more of those mind-numbing kisses that left her panting every time. She all but flew to the cemetery. Once they reached the crypt, he wrapped her in his arms and took her through a trap door into a lower level he’d converted into a bedroom. She didn’t really have time to look around to see what he’d done to the place, as more of his kisses distracted her.
She started to giggle when he let her up for air. Of course, since Spike’s personal mission seemed to be taking her breath away, as soon as he started taking his clothes off she inhaled and then forgot everything else. He was the closest thing to male perfection she’d ever seen. Marble skin over rippling muscles. She cursed herself for not ogling him properly the previous time they’d had sex. All those fantasies she’d had while she’d been the Initiative’s captive, and even more so since she’d gotten out paled in comparison to reality.
He dropped his pants and her brain short-circuited. She wanted him inside her now. When she raised her gaze to his to tell him off for not moving fast enough she found something even better than a naked Spike to look at. The emotions he conveyed with his eyes all but overwhelmed her. There was so much love and awe there she felt like crying.
He came closer and crawled on top of her as she sat on the bed, gently pushing her back until she lay down. She was torn between wanting to enjoy every single second, and hurrying him up so that he’d complete her sooner. His chuckle wasn’t what she expected.
“What? Is anything wrong?”
“You planning on shedding any of those clothes, Slayer, or do I need to become more inventive?”
Her heart fluttered at his words. “Make love to me, Spike.”
The smile that lit up his face was beautiful. She watched him as he undressed her. When he lowered his head to her pussy, she stopped him and raised him to her. She didn’t need him to prepare her, she was more than ready for him. She’d been ready for weeks. Now she wanted to watch his eyes as he sank into her.
It was everything she wished for and more. He held her gaze as they moved together, dipping his head ever so often to give her a kiss. She closed her eyes as she came and pulled him closer to her, his mouth ending up on her pulse point. He mumbled something she couldn’t understand, then he came too, the feeling of him emptying himself inside her triggering yet another orgasm from her.
They clung to each other as they shuddered, coming down from their respective highs.
“God, I love you.”
His words made her heart sing. “I—I can’t say it back.” She felt him tense and held him tighter to her, afraid to let him go. “I like you.” She giggled and he snorted. “Okay, so I more than like you, and I care about you, and I—I like how you make me feel.” She kissed the side of his head and turned him so they locked gazes again, hoping he’d see there what she wasn’t able to put into words. “I missed you, too. I keep turning up at the coffee shop and waiting to find you there so I can tell you how my day went. I expect running into you on patrol, and every time someone knocks on Giles’s door, for a moment, I always think it’s you. Then I realize I can’t feel your tinglies on the back of my neck and…” Oh my God.
He was watching her as if she were made of gold. “It’s okay, baby. I’m never leaving you again. You’ll never get rid of me now, Summers. All I wanted was a crumb, and what you gave me, what you keep giving me is so much more than I deserve. I—”
“I love you.”
That stopped him. “Buffy?”
“I—” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m in love with you. I just didn’t know it until just now.”
“Buffy, I love you so much.” He kissed her long and hard as they clung to each other. He started moving his hips again, his cock having stayed hard and deep inside her. “Not gonna be able to go slow this time.”
“Yes, please, don’t hold back.”
He repositioned himself so he was above her and started moving inside her again, his thrusts gaining in strength. She watched him watching her and grinned. Then the sensations he was creating became too much and she came.
They kept at it until they were both exhausted and happy, cuddled together in the middle of his bed. “That was… wow.”
“It was.” He tightened his arms around her as a shudder went through him, then eased up again. “As soon as I can feel my legs once more, we’re doing it again.”
She laughed, but had to agree. Her whole body was pleasantly numb, and if she tried to walk she’d keel over for sure. She eyed the Gem of Amara where it lay on top of her clothes. If she were to put it back on she would probably regain functioning legs, but she also wouldn’t be able to really enjoy wrapping them around Spike.
As if reading her thoughts, he whispered in her ear. “Thinking of cheating?”
She craned her neck to look at him. “What?”
“You put that thing on and you’ll be running circles around me.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Or you could snatch it and leave me in the dust… no pun intended.” They both chuckled at that.
“I don’t think you were really listening earlier, Slayer. I’m in love with you, so you’ll find it difficult to get rid of me. You should know by now I’m not going to betray you.”
She realized she’d hurt him, so she ignored her aching muscles to turn around and wrap her arms around him. “I heard, I understood, really. I’m just not used to people sticking around. Not even Faith…” She couldn’t finish her thought out loud.
“Faith.” He sighed and Buffy’s heart broke a little. “As you well know, Dru was always hung up on her great Daddy, no matter what I did, and regardless of the time passed. Which brought us all to the moment in the Initiative where—.” He sighed deeply again and Buffy kept herself from interrupting as he had to get out what was eating at him. “Are you going to be wishing it was her instead of me?”
The words hit Buffy harder than a Fyarl. She put her hands on the sides of his head and gazed as deeply into his eyes as she could, wishing he could read the truth in her soul. “I swear to you I’m not pining over Faith. Me and her were never in love. Sure, I love her as a sister, so she’ll always have a place in my heart and in my life, but I’m not, and I never was in love with her. She’s just—”
“Someone you diddle yourself to when Red is asleep and dreaming of equations?”
Her cheeks were burning. “I don’t—” He raised his scarred eyebrow and she couldn’t keep up the lie. “Okay, so maybe I do think about her sometimes when I’m alone in bed.” She licked her lips. “Sometimes I think of you, instead.”
He smirked and pecked her lips. “Maybe I should give you more material to think on.” He flexed his hips to emphasize his point. How could he still be hard? Then again, she was getting excited herself. “Of course, I could possibly be persuaded to let her join us for a bit of fun. Give you some material for those long, cold nights when the beasties are all tucked in their beddie-byes, and yours truly is otherwise engaged.” He winked at her. She decided she needed him inside her as soon as possible to soothe the ache in her womb.
She just needed to not make it look as if she almost came thinking of herself sandwiched between Spike and Faith. Because she meant what she’d said. She wanted Spike as her boyfriend, her lover, while Faith was family. Okay, so not exactly family, since otherwise there was that whole incest thing. Never mind. “I want you, and only you. Preferably now.”
He smirked once more and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I know what you’re thinking about, but that’s okay. I believe you.”
“Smart man.”
She turned him over and eased herself on top of him. She rode him slow, kissing him ever so often, relishing the way they fit together.
“I love you, Slayer.”
“I love you too. And it’s Buffy.”
“Yes, Buffy, yes.”
It took them both a while, but they came once more and she collapsed on top of him.
“I meant it, you know. I promise you’ll never need to worry about Faith. Unless you break my heart. Then she’ll probably come kill you.”
“She’ll be too late, though, won’t she? By the time she gets here from LA either you, me, or the rest of the bloody Scoobies, or even your mum would have plenty of time to finish the job.”
“Possibly.” She was too tired to talk, or think anymore. “Sleep now.”
“Drink anymore of that beer, love?”
“Shh. Sleep.”
He kissed her forehead and dragged a sheet on top of them. “Okay pet, sleep it is.”
***
Buffy woke up and didn’t know where she was for a moment. She took in her surroundings and everything came back in Technicolor. In their sleep they’d changed positons, so they were once more spooned with him behind her. She smiled when he tightened his arm around her torso, caressing her breast.
She could get used to waking up like this. She burrowed deeper in his embrace and felt his cock growing against her backside. Oh, yes, she could definitely get used to this.
“Evening, gorgeous.”
“What time is it?”
“Way too bloody early, is what.” He shifted behind her and she felt his cock probing between her thighs. She decided to play with him a little, so she clenched her muscles, denying him entry. Spike chuckled in her ear. “Having a bit of fun denying the Big Bad, are you?” He shifted some more, then slid his cock so it was now pressing against her back door. The feeling wasn’t at all unpleasant, and she pushed back almost without meaning to. Whatever he’d done to her so far had given her pleasure beyond belief, so she would even let him to that to her. “Not now, love, I need to prep you better for that.”
She wanted to turn around and say something, but he used her distraction to slip inside her pussy and she gave up trying to talk.
***
“What time is it?”
Spike groaned and yawned. “It’s still early, not even midnight.”
“Midnight?” Buffy sat up in bed, only to have every single muscle in her body protest the movement. “Ouchie ouch, ouch.” She looked around, trying to map out the quickest way to gather her clothes. Quickest and with the least amount of movement. Who knew having a sex-a-thon would leave you so drained. Well, that and ecstatic. She glanced at Spike, who was sprawled next to her, naked, relaxed, and smiling as he looked at her. She felt giddy and so she threw caution to the wind and bent down to kiss him. Painful, but worth it.
Still, clothes would be of the good. She reached for her top, deciding the bra was more trouble than it was worth. As she put it on the necklace fell out and landed on Spike’s thigh. She froze looking at it.
A few moments passed when neither of them moved. She wished she could think of something to do, but her mind was a blank. Why couldn’t she say anything?
He moved his left hand over her legs, then over to his own, where he picked up the necklace with the Gem of Amara and her cross. The fact that there was no burnt skin on the vampire was a clear sign it was working on him again. “Interesting combination of adornments you have here.”
“U-huh.” Yeah, that was articulate.
“You gonna have the Gem reset into the cross, or keep wearing them as a set?”
Wait. What? “What are you talking about?”
He tsk-ed. “You know what I’m saying.”
“Explain anyway.”
“The Gem of Amara works on slayers too, and it’s yours, so you get to do whatever you want with it.”
“This isn’t mine.” The words came out all on their own and she hadn’t even realized how true they were until she said them. For the past weeks she’d felt wrong while she was wearing and testing the Gem, and now she was finally able to understand why. It wasn’t her ring. It was always his, and she’d felt like a thief. “It’s your ring, Spike.” She was able to stop looking at the Gem and gaze into his eyes. There was so much awe and love shining there it almost made her cry.
“But it would help you.”
“It would help you more.”
He tilted his head. “So you would trust the evil vampire with the artifact that makes him nearly indestructible?”
She gathered all her courage for her answer. “I trust him with my heart, so trusting him with this? Easy.”
He swept up and kissed her with such passion all her aching muscles were forgotten. He dropped the necklace behind him, then pulled the shirt she’d only managed to half-wear all the way off again. “I love you so much Buffy.”
She laughed as he laid her back down on the bed. “I love you too, but we need to make this one quick. I haven’t talked to my Mom or my friends since before we took care of the Gentlemen. What if they think I’m dead or something?”
He growled against her breast. “They’ll keep. Got better things to do with you.” He moved a hand between her thighs and started fingering her at a slow pace.
“Guh. I also need to patrol.”
“Not tonight, you don’t. My boys will take care of anything important.” He pinned her with his gaze. “Please stay, Buffy. Stay with me tonight.”
“What if they do a locator spell and walk in on us?”
“Then they’ll learn not to do it again.”
She could see he was beginning to doubt her. There was an edge of fear to his eyes and movements. She flopped back on the bed, giving up any pretense of resistance. “I just hope it’s not my Mom that walks in. Oh, wait. Maybe it’s better if it is her. I really don’t want to give Giles and Xander a show. Or a complex.”
He laughed as he slid down her body, and all the way until he latched his mouth to her throbbing clit. There was no more talk of leaving after that.

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