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Chapter 12


Buffy was nervous getting ready for her date with Spike. Rifling through
her closet, she discarded nearly everything she owned. With a heavy sigh,
Buffy pulled out a pair of jeans. Spike had called her and told her to go
casual, but she wasn’t sure how casual. Deciding that she could always run
back in and change, Buffy pulled on the jeans and began sifting through her
tops.

When she came across a silky, black V-neck shirt with short sleeves that
were each split down the center, Buffy put it on and examined her
reflection. “Not too bad,” she murmured as she grabbed her brush and pulled
it through her straight hair.

Her make-up was minimal since she didn’t know where they were going. Buffy
was quickly slipping on some black boots and silver earrings when she heard
the knock on the door. With a deep breath, Buffy walked through her
apartment and opened the door with a bright smile.

Spike stood there in dark blue jeans and a red button down shirt, his
trademark duster gone for the night. Reaching toward Buffy, his arms
encircled her waist and pulled her closer. He leaned forward slowly,
leaving a feather-light kiss on her forehead as he pulled back to look at
her. “You look beautiful, luv.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Buffy whispered.

“You ready to go?”

Buffy nodded as she grabbed her key and locked the door. “So, where are we
going?”

“It’s a surprise, pet,” Spike said with a smile as he took her hand and led
her to his motorcycle, swinging his leg over the seat.

Buffy took the hand he offered and sat behind him, snuggling deeper into his
back as she wrapped her arms securely around his waist. She loved being
able to be this close to Spike and not have to feel guilty about it.

Spike smiled when her grip tightened on him as he started the bike.
Briefly taking one of her hands, he brought it up to his lips for a kiss
before securing it back around his midsection.

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later, Spike pulled off on a clearing, parking the bike.

“We have to walk from here, pet.”

“You’re still not going to tell me, are you?”

“We’ve made it this far,” he said with a smile as he took her hand. “Why
ruin it now?”

Buffy stayed silent as Spike led her onto a small path, winding through some
trees. She could hear the ocean off in the distance, but she knew they
weren’t near the beach. After a few minutes, Spike veered off the path and
began walking through the wooded area.

“Spike?”

“Almost there, luv.”

Stepping over some brush, Buffy could see a small clearing with a huge rock
sitting on the other side. Buffy looked at Spike questionably as he pulled
her to the side of the rock, and she gasped as she saw the ocean come into
view. They were standing on an overlook that was surrounded on three sides
by trees. Buffy was amazed at the view as Spike led her further around.
She gasped again when she saw the picnic basket that was sitting on a
blanket.

“You planned all of this?”

“Course I did, luv. I couldn’t do something generic for our first date, now
could I?”

Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest as
she hugged him. “I would have been fine with anything.”

“So you don’t like it?” Spike asked, pulling her away from him to look in
her eyes.

“I love it,” she answered with a smile. “But you didn’t have to go to this
much trouble, Spike.”

Bending down, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. “I wanted to, luv.”

Buffy smiled as they broke apart, sitting down on the blanket as Spike sat
down across from her. Opening the basket, Buffy pulled out fruits and
vegetables with chicken salad sandwiches that were cut into fourths.

“I’m no gourmet chef, but I thought you’d like some of this.”

“It’s great,” Buffy said with a smile. “No dessert?” she asked with a mock
pout. Spike laughed as he reached into the basket and pulled out a package
of mini Snickers bars. Buffy had to laugh. “Wow, you really did plan for
everything.”

Spike smiled as he pulled out a bottle of wine. He quickly opened it and
poured two glasses for them. When everything was set up, he moved the
basket off the blanket and leaned onto an elbow as he watched Buffy. She
was staring out at the ocean, and Spike couldn’t help admiring her as the
sunlight began to fade. It was still a while before sunset, but the golden
rays set off the highlights in her hair and her bronzed skin.

Buffy turned and saw Spike watching her. “What?” she asked with a smile.

“Just watching you, pet.”

“I’m not that interesting.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied with a smile, enjoying the blush
that crept up her face.

* * * * *

An hour later, Buffy and Spike were both leaning on their elbows as they lay
facing each other on the blanket. They had enjoyed pleasant small talk as
they ate, but now that the food was gone, the more serious questions
started.

“Have you ever been in love?” Buffy asked quietly.

“I thought I was.”

“What happened?”

“We were too different.”

“How so?” Buffy asked, picking up a strawberry and eating it.

“Well, for one, she didn’t like the monogamy part of a long-term
relationship. We broke up about a year and a half ago, and I haven’t seen
her since.”

“So, you didn’t love her?”

“I don’t know,” Spike said with a shrug as he took a sip of wine. “I
thought I did, but you know what they say…hindsight is twenty/twenty.”

“Yeah,” Buffy said with a soft smile as she stared down into her glass.

“Same question, back at you, pet.”

“Once,” she said softly.

“The first guy or the Iowa farm boy?”

Buffy looked up at him. “You remember?”

“Luv, I remember every conversation we’ve ever had.”

Buffy smiled. “It was the first guy. Ever since him, I just haven’t let
myself open up again.”

Spike watched her carefully. “Do you mind telling me what happened?”

Buffy shrugged. “Not much to tell,” she said with a soft smile. “He left
me alone the morning after. Broke my heart…left town a year later. I
found out later that he thought it was for my own good. I didn’t get a say
in it. That’s the story of my life, though…everyone leaves.”

Spike glanced down at the blanket as she spoke. Slowly, he raised his eyes
to hers, reaching out to gently caress her cheek. Buffy watched him as they
sat in silence. It was so comforting to just be with each other. Spike
slowly sat up, pushing the remaining food out of the way as he pulled Buffy
into a sitting position. Without a word, he pulled her onto his lap,
wrapping his arms securely around her waist. He rested his cheek against the
side of her head as they faced the sunset.

Buffy relaxed in his embrace as the last rays of sun began disappearing.
Slowly, she turned to face Spike and breathed a sigh of relief when his lips
met hers. His arms tightened around her as they deepened the kiss. Buffy
turned more fully toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

After a minute, she found herself laying on the blanket with Spike on top of
her as they continued the kiss. Buffy felt her heart racing as his hands
trailed softly over her arms and stomach. Her hands began to work the
buttons on his shirt before he pulled away from her.

“Are you sure about this, Buffy?” he asked as he looked into her eyes.
“This is me, this time,” he said with a smirk playing on his lips.

Buffy smiled but didn’t answer as she pushed him off of her. Spike looked
at her in confusion as she stood, only to feel himself become painfully hard
as she pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her jeans, leaving
her in a lace bra and thong as she straddled him.

Buffy quickly unbuttoned his shirt, trailing her fingertips over the exposed
muscles of his chest. She worked her way downward until she began working
on his belt.
“We can stop if you’re not ready to do this, luv.”
Buffy gave him a soft kiss before responding, “I want to be with you, Spike.”

Spike clenched his jaw as he felt her hand encircle his hard length, gently
pumping up and down as she leaned down, pressing her body to his, her
lips meeting his in a burning kiss. Spike began to grow short of breath as he
reached around, unclasping Buffy’s bra, letting it fall to the ground as he
cupped her breasts, gently massaging them as Buffy began moving on top of
him. She moaned into his mouth as she broke away from Spike, hurriedly
pulling his jeans further down his legs and slipping off her thong.

Spike watched, entranced, as she straddled him again. His mouth was suddenly very dry as her naked form was emphasized by the last rays of the sun. Both let out low moans as her body sunk down on his. Spike felt his eyes roll back as he was enveloped in her tight passage. Buffy paused, panting as she adjusted to him, before slowly moving her hips in a circle, gradually moving
faster as her fingernails scraped against his chest.

After a few minutes, Spike’s hands went to her hips, moving her up and down
as he thrust into her. He felt himself nearing his climax as Buffy gasped,
arching her back as they grinded together. Trying to hold off as long as
possible, Spike sat up, wrapping his arms around her body, letting his hands
trail over the smooth, exposed skin of her back as he kissed along her
shoulder and collarbone.

Buffy felt the tightening in her stomach at the new position. Moving up and
down more rapidly, she let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm seemed to
crash into her. Spike smiled against her skin as he pressed his forehead
into the crook of her neck, thrusting up into her as he clutched at her
body.

Buffy heard the rumbling in his throat as he followed her over the edge,
losing himself in her body.

As they both trembled slightly, Spike rolled them over, slipping from
Buffy’s warmth and smiling down at her as he met her lips in a soft kiss.
He quickly pulled up his jeans to get more comfortable before laying down
and cuddling her closer to him. The moonlight was now shining down on them
as Spike pulled the edge of the blanket over them, covering her against the
slight chill in the air as his hands lazily trailed over her body.

“Thank you,” she whispered sleepily.

“For what, baby?”

“For making me happy.”

“Then I suppose I should be thanking you, too,” he said with a smile as he
pulled Buffy closer, kissing the top of her head.

A/N Okay, don’t hate me! I didn’t really want to put in a love scene right here, but I couldn’t help but write it. The story takes an angsty turn from here, so I wanted to end on a happy note :-) In all honesty, I realize she probably wouldn’t have slept with him so soon (based on her relationship with Will), but I didn’t want to drag on their dating for a few more chapters. Having said that, just wanted to ask everyone to look at my AMAZING new website that Steph designed for me! She did a better job than I ever could have hoped for and I love it! Go take a look at the layout (may take a moment to load, because there’s a lot of pictures) and leave me or Steph a message telling us what you think :-) Take a look at the cover art for a lot of the stories, too!

www.unseenshadows.4t.com/ashlee





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