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Chapter 15


Buffy quietly slipped into Spike’s classroom after school, giving him a soft
smile when he looked up at her.

“I thought you were going home,” he said softly as he approached her,
wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I missed you,” Buffy whispered, her fingers trailing along his chest.

It had been two weeks since they’d last seen each other. Buffy’s dad had,
apparently, wanted to make it up to his daughter for standing her up on
Christmas Eve and taken her to Los Angeles for New Year’s. Little did he
know that Buffy felt as if she was being held hostage, not being able to see
Spike again until school started. It had been torture trying to sit through
his class when all she wanted to do was have his hands on her.

“I figured we could have a tutoring session,” she said with a grin, reaching
for his belt.

“That’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” Spike replied with a smirk as he
unzipped her pants.

“It better be the best idea you’ve heard since you last saw me,” Buffy said
with a raised eyebrow.

Spike chuckled as she gave him a small pout. “You’re my girl, you know
that.”

“I do?” she asked softly, obviously insecure with his feelings.

Spike leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers in a tender kiss. “You
should know,” he whispered. “Have I not shown you that it’s only you?”

Buffy smiled, pulling him to her for a more passionate kiss as they backed
up to his desk. “I thought we weren’t going to do this here,” he whispered
against her lips.

Buffy slipped her pants and thong down her legs, never breaking eye contact
with him. “That was before I was forced to leave for two whole weeks,” she
said with a smile.

Spike felt his breath seize in his throat as she turned around, bracing her
hands on the desk and giving him a seductive look over her shoulder. He
knew they shouldn’t be doing this in his classroom, it was too risky, but
stopping was the furthest thing from his mind at this point.

Spike quickly unzipped his pants, letting his hard cock spring out before
grabbing her hips. Buffy pushed against him, aching for his touch after
their time apart. He slid into her in one thrust, burying himself within
her body as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him as
she adjusted to his size.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” he whispered, pulling out completely before
plunging into her with a force. Buffy cried out in pleasure as Spike’s hand
covered her mouth. Never stopping his movements, Buffy moaned, pushing
against him.

“You have to be quiet,” he said softly, his eyes rolling shut as she grinded
herself against him.

Spike’s hand abandoned her mouth as he pushed into her. Buffy straightened
until her back was against his strong chest. She gasped for air as Spike
tried to control his movements, but to no avail.

“You’re so wet, luv,” he whispered, kissing the back of her neck.

“For you,” Buffy moaned. “Only for you.”

Spike nearly lost control, pumping into her, his hands biting into her hips
in a crushing hold.

“Harder,” Buffy gasped.

Spike squeezed his eyes shut but obeyed her request, ramming into her with
so much strength he was starting to get scared that he was hurting her. If
Buffy’s soft moans of pleasure were any indication, he wasn’t, but he was
still careful.

“Come for me, pet,” he said in a husky whisper, trailing kisses along her
neck, his hand reaching around to stimulate her clit. Buffy’s eyes flew
open, her hand pressing against his, holding him to her.

“I need more,” she whimpered, her voice filled with uncertainty.

Spike paused for the briefest of seconds before letting his teeth graze over her exposed neck. Buffy gasped, tilting her head and letting her hair fall away from her neck, to give him better access. Spike didn’t hesitate at the obvious invitation, biting down on the tender flesh, hard enough to leave his mark on her.

Buffy’s body began to shake with her orgasm, her inner muscles clamping down on him with surprising strength, sending Spike into his own climax. Both nearly collapsed on the desk as the pleasure washed over them. Spike’s
hands slowly loosened their hold from her body. Their breathing evened out as Spike kissed her shoulder, nuzzling the fresh mark on her skin and feeling a strange sense of pride.

Slowly pulling out of her, Spike straightened, zipping his pants while Buffy
straightened her clothes. Both froze when they heard a faint knock on the
door.

Spike felt his breath quicken again, only this time in fear. Slowly
approaching the door, he opened it to reveal Rupert Giles.

“Mr. Giles…what can I do for you?”

“I was wondering if you have a moment…”

Spike tilted his head slightly as Giles trailed off, looking over Spike’s shoulder.

“If I’m interrupting something…”

Spike felt his heart nearly stop in his chest, an array of thoughts flying
through his brain as he turned around to face Buffy. He breathed a sigh of
relief when he saw her sitting at one of the desks, her history book and
notes scattered around her. ‘Good girl,’ he thought, his shoulders nearly
sagging with gratitude when he noticed her hair was now covering her neck.

“No,” Spike said, turning back to Giles. “We were just finishing up. Why
don’t we talk in the hall?” Spike turned to Buffy, giving her a small smile
when she looked up at him. “Miss Summers, why don’t you get your things
together. I’ll talk to you later.”

Buffy nodded like a good little student as Spike walked into the hallway,
closing the door behind him.

“Mr. Bradley, I need to speak to you privately. It’s a matter of some
importance.”

Spike felt his second mini heart attack course through him. “So talk.”

“I can’t discuss it here. Perhaps when you finish up with Miss Summers.”

Spike nodded, his brow furrowed as Giles turned around, walking away from
him. He quickly turned, making his way back into the classroom, where Buffy
was standing with her bag.

“What happened?”

“He wants to talk to me later.”

“Oh,” Buffy said with a small smile. “That’s good then, right?” she asked,
wrapping her arms around his waist.

Spike pushed her away. “No, it’s not ‘good’,” he replied. “In fact, when a
teacher doesn’t want to discuss something in the hallway, it’s very, very bad.”

“Spike, you’re overreacting, he probably just needs your help with
something.”

“And if I’m not wrong?” Spike challenged. “What if he suspects something,
Buffy? I could get fired. Fuck, I could go to jail!”

“You’re not going to get fired and you’re not going to go to jail,” Buffy
replied, trying to calm him down. “I’m eighteen in a few days, and
everything will be fine.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Spike asked, his eyes flashing. “This is
illegal, Buffy!”

“And it has been since it started in September,” Buffy replied, crossing her
arms over her chest. “It’s different, Spike. We’re not doing something
because it’s ‘illegal’. It doesn’t apply to us. It’s not the same.”

“Buffy, grow up!” he spat back, realizing his mistake.

Buffy tightened her jaw as she fought the emotions going through her.
“Fine,” she said softly as Spike closed his eyes, inwardly cursing himself for his
thoughtless remark. Buffy grabbed her backpack off the ground, walking
toward the door when she felt Spike’s hand on her arm.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“I think you did.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’m just stressed out and I didn’t mean to take it
out on you.” Buffy finally turned to look at him as he continued. “Will
you come over tonight?” he asked with a pleading quality in his voice.

“Are you sure you want me to?” she asked softly, deciding to forgive him for his foot-in-mouth moment.

“I am.”

“Then I’ll be there.”





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