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Chapter 8


Buffy graduated two weeks later. She and Spike were going strong,
seeing each other almost every night. Tonight, they were planning on watching
movies at her house since her mom was out of town. Buffy felt bad always
going over to his place, so she had insisted that he come over tonight.

Hearing a knock on the door, Buffy checked her hair in the mirror and
gave it a quick fluff. Opening the door, she smiled at Spike, in his usual
leather duster, black jeans, and black t-shirt.

“Hey,” she said brightly as she gave him a kiss.

“So this is the inside of the house,” Spike said as he looked around.

Buffy smacked her forehead. “I’m sorry, I forgot you’ve only been on
the front porch. Let me show you around.”

Buffy took his hand and led him through the downstairs. When they
stopped in front of the stairs again, Spike pulled Buffy into a long,
passionate kiss, slowly deepening it until they broke away from each other,
panting for air.

“Do you want to see my room?” Buffy asked breathlessly.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Summers?” Spike asked with a smile.

Buffy looked up at him with wide eyes. “Maybe.”

Spike felt the air drain out of him at the small confession. “Buffy…I
don’t know. I don’t know if we’re ready.”

“You mean you don’t know if I’m ready,” Buffy said with a slight nod.

“Baby, we’ve only been together for a few weeks. Don’t you want to wait?”

Buffy took a deep breath. “You’re right,” she said with an unconvincing
tone. “Let’s go watch the movies.”

Buffy began to move around Spike as she felt his hand on her arm. “Buffy,
don’t be mad at me, luv.”

“I’m fine, Spike,” she said, pasting a fake smile on her face as she
pulled out of his grip. He sighed as he watched her walk into the living
room, taking a few deep breaths to control his emotions. He wanted her,
there was no doubt about that, but he knew they should wait. He’d never had
strong willpower when it came to women, and it was even harder with Buffy,
considering he actually cared for her.

“Spike? Are you going to stand in there all night?”

Spike took another deep breath as he walked into the room. Sitting
down next to her on the couch, Buffy snuggled into his side. This was going
to be a long night.

* * * * *

Around midnight, Buffy got up and headed up to her room to change. As
she got to the stairs, she turned and looked at Spike. “Are you staying
tonight?” The question was so quiet and full of hope that it brought a slight
smile to Spike’s face.

“If you want me to, luv.”

“I do,” she said softly with a smile. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Spike watched the movie until Buffy came back downstairs. His breath
caught at how beautiful she way. Dressed in a pair of blue satin pajamas with
her golden skin setting off the shade of blue, she looked so beautiful and
innocent that all of Spike’s resolve flew out the window. He found himself
standing up to make his way over to her. Wrapping his arms around Buffy’s
waist, he pulled her closer to him until their lips met.

The passion of the kiss escalated as his hands worked their way under
her top, feeling the soft, warm skin underneath. Buffy moaned into his
mouth as his hands traveled up her body, caressing every inch of her that he
could touch. Both gasped as he brushed the side of her bare breast, igniting
a fire in Buffy and making Spike grow increasingly hard.

Breaking away from her lips, Spike looked down at her passion-filled
eyes as she took his hand and led him upstairs. Walking into her room, Buffy
turned and attacked his lips as her hands frantically began pulling his shirt
free from the waistband of his pants. Their lips parted briefly as she lifted
the shirt over his head, pausing to admire the sculpted muscles in
front of her, tentatively trailing the ridges of his abdomen as he watched her.
Biting her lip, Buffy ran her fingertips over the planes of his chest as she
hooked her hands behind Spike’s neck and pulled him down for a slow kiss.

Spike began slowly unbuttoning the front of her top, growing painfully
hard at the awareness that they were only separated by scraps of
fabric. As he finished his task, Spike broke away from the kiss as he parted the
shirt, staring at her in all her beauty. Buffy nervously crossed her arms in
front of her chest as Spike reached for her and pulled her into another kiss.

“Don’t,” he whispered, breaking away. “You’re beautiful, luv, don’t be
embarrassed.” Slowly, Spike moved her hands that obstructed her body
and slipped the top off her shoulders. Gently trailing a hand over a
breast to palm it in his hand, he smiled at the gasp Buffy let out at the
sensations. “Are you sure about this, Buffy?” he asked in a husky voice.

Buffy nodded. “I’m sure, Spike.” With a shuddering breath, she took
his hand and led him over to her bed. Turning around, Buffy looked into
his eyes as Spike softly traced his fingertips up and down her arms in
relaxing motions. After a moment, Spike let a hand slide up to cup the
back of her head as he drew her closer for a tender kiss. As the passion
threatened to consume them, Spike felt Buffy’s tiny hands working on
his belt buckle and moaned as she slipped the pants down his legs and took
his hardened erection in her hand.

“Is this okay?” Buffy asked in a shy voice as she worked her hand up
and down in a slow rhythm.

“More than okay, luv,” Spike said with some effort as his eyes rolled
back. After a minute, he opened his eyes to see Buffy nervously chewing her
lower lip. With a great deal of control, he broke away from her to lie her
down on the bed before crawling up her body and staring longingly into
eyes. “Buffy…if you want to stop-“

Buffy shook her head. “N-no, I…you see, I-I..I’ve never-“

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby. I know.”

Buffy looked at him in confusion. “You do?”

Spike smiled gently as he brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “A
woman like you wouldn’t do something as special as this unless it was making
love.”

“A-and…that’s what this is to you?”

“Yes, baby.” He lowered his head to begin kissing the column of her
neck. “That’s exactly what this is to me.”

Buffy moaned, clutching the comforter on both sides of her, as Spike
trailed the length of her body, hooking his fingers on each side of her loose
satin pants, dragging them down her legs and tossing them onto the pile of
clothes on the floor. Buffy gasped as one of his hands snaked in between her
legs to settle between her thighs. Raising up to look into her eyes, Spike
smiled at the wetness he found there before pulling away.

“Where are you going?” Buffy asked, the distress of him leaving
evident in her voice.

“Nowhere, baby,” Spike said as he reached for his jeans on the floor.
Realization dawned on Buffy as he pulled a condom out of his pocket.

“Prepared, aren’t you?” Buffy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Spike crawled the length of her body a second time as he smiled at her.
“I lose all control when I’m around you, luv. Thought it would be better
to be prepared.”

Buffy smiled, at ease with his gentle voice. “I’m glad,” she said softly.

Spike quickly rolled the condom on his hard length and settled himself
between her legs. “Last chance, Buffy. We can still stop if you want
to, luv.”

Buffy didn’t answer, just pulled him closer for another searing kiss. Spike
kissed her back with the same ferocity as he gently pushed into her.
Buffy moaned into his mouth as his length slid further, moaning again when he
stopped. Spike ran a hand up her body to cup the side of her face,
intensifying the kiss as he pushed through the barrier, taking her virginity.

Buffy broke away from his lips, crying out at the pain that filled her.
Spike stayed frozen inside her, gently caressing any part of her that
he could touch, as she gasped for breath. “It hurts,” she said softly as
she looked at Spike with tear-filled eyes.

Spike felt his throat tighten, knowing that he hurt this beautiful
woman so willingly. “I’m sorry, baby. It won’t hurt much longer, just relax.”

Buffy did as she was told, relaxing her body and feeling Spike begin to
move within her, jolted by the rush of pleasure that swept through her as
he slowly grinded his hips against hers. Buffy moaned and eagerly pushed
back against him, seeking more relief from the receding pain. She gasped as
he pulled halfway out of her, only to push back in and elicit another moan
from her.

Spike was in heaven. He had never felt pleasure this exquisite. He felt as
if he was drowning in her as he began speeding up his thrusts, pulling
out of her more fully before plunging back into her hot depths. After
several minutes of moving in and out of her, Spike felt his climax approaching.
Clenching his jaw, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to refrain from
losing control for as long as possible. As he was about to reach his hand
between them to help Buffy reach her peak faster, he felt her inner muscles
tighten as her nails dug into his back.

Buffy felt the tightening in her stomach and frantically pushed against
Spike as she felt her body begin to spiral out of control. Tightening
her hold on him, Buffy felt her body peak as she let out a scream of bliss
as she came.

Spike’s body hummed at the feel of her muscles clenching him. Thrusting
into her a few more times, he finally let himself go over the edge, his body
pulsing as he grabbed the sheets on either side of Buffy. Fisting them
in his hands, he groaned at the ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm him as
he caught his breath. Opening his eyes, he looked into the depths of
Buffy’s green eyes as she stared at him. Giving her a gentle kiss, Spike
separated himself from her warmth and got up to dispose of the condom.

Buffy watched as Spike left the room, feeling the tears spring to her
eyes as he disappeared from her view. She quickly rolled over, pulling the
comforter over her to hide her nude body. She let the tears fall as she
stared out her window.

Spike reentered the room and looked at Buffy’s figure huddling under
the covers. He frowned but assumed she was just cold and went to slip in
behind her, spooning his body to hers.

Buffy jumped at the feel of his body pressed against hers and sniffled
slightly, trying to reign in her emotions. Spike heard the sniffle, and
his frown deepened. Putting gentle pressure on her shoulder, he rolled her
over to face him. Panic swept through him at the sight of her tear-streaked
face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He noticed she wouldn’t make eye contact with
him, and the panic turned to terror. “Did I hurt you? I know it hurt at first,
luv, but I thought it felt better…I-I thought-“

“Spike,” she said in a strained voice. “Don’t worry about me.”

“How can I not, Buffy?” he asked incredulously. “We just made love, and
you’re lying here in tears. What did I do, baby?”

Buffy sniffled again before making eye contact with him. “Was it…was I okay?”

Spike looked at her in confusion. “You were better than okay, luv. You
were magnificent. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just…you walked out, and I just thought-“

“Buffy, no! I just had to get rid of the condom, luv. That’s all. Please, believe me, baby,” he whispered as he worriedly caressed her skin, trying to reassure her. He pulled her closer for a kiss as he continued, “I have never felt the way you make me feel, emotionally or physically.”

“I’m sorry,” Buffy whispered, her eyes tearing up again. “I just thought-“

Spike silenced her with another kiss as he pulled her into his embrace.
“Don’t scare me like that, pet,” he whispered into her hair. “I thought you
were going to kick me out.”

Buffy smiled and shook her head. “No. I want you right here.”

Spike smiled as she burrowed deeper into his arms. “That works out
nicely then,” he murmured softly. “Because I have no intention of going
anywhere.”





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