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Chapter 7


Buffy suppressed her scream of climax as Spike’s tongue continuously brought
her more pleasure.

Spike was in heaven. The girl who was the object of every one of his
fantasies was laying on his desk, naked, writhing with ecstasy because of
what he was doing to her. Spike stood up, letting his pants slide down his
legs as his erection sprung free.

Seconds before he was preparing to thrust into her wet opening, the PA
speakers crackled in the room.

“Faculty meeting in the library, five minutes. Don’t be late.”

Spike ground his teeth together. “Bloody hell.”

Buffy slowly came down from the bliss that was coursing through her body as
she struggled to sit up.

Spike turned his eyes back to her, tilting his head to look at the young
woman lying beneath him. “Where do you think you’re going, pet?” he asked
in a playful tone.

“You have a meeting,” Buffy replied, still breathless. She gasped, a smile
fluttering on her lips as he slowly pushed into her, never breaking eye
contact.

“In five minutes,” he replied with his own smile.

As they moved together, both were surprised at the intimacy of the moment.
The situation was a far cry from being romantic- it was filled with too much
lust to be considered romance- but something about being connected to each
other with their bodies and their eyes brought a new depth to their
relationship.

Something felt complete for the first time, but both were too consumed by
desire to think about it.

Pleasure radiated through Buffy’s body as everything else faded away. They
were the only two people in the world, as far as she was concerned, and she
wasn’t willing to let go of the feeling just yet.

Spike tightened his hold on her, lifting her from the desk to pivot and
press her against the dry-erase board that lined one wall. He had to
squeeze his eyes shut as her back arched toward him, letting him penetrate
even further.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered as he continuously filled her.

“Yours,” Buffy readily agreed. “Only yours.”

Spike practically glowed at the admission, seconds before he felt her body
shudder and convulse with her second climax. He followed closely behind,
pulsing deep inside of her before pulling her close in a crushing hold.

This was Buffy’s favorite time with Spike. The sex was unbelievably
amazing, but it was nothing compared to the comfort he offered her, just by
pulling her close to him directly afterward.

“That was bloody amazing,” Spike said breathlessly, pulling back to brush
the hair out of her face.

Buffy breathed heavily as she nodded, not trusting herself to speak. A few
minutes later, Spike slipped from her warmth as he looked at the clock.

“Well, I’m late,” he said with a slight grin.

“You don’t seem too upset,” Buffy replied, slowly pulling her clothes back
on.

Spike buckled his belt before stepping behind Buffy as she adjusted her
pants, wrapping his arms around her waist as she straightened. Her naked
torso was enough to have him hard again as he began nibbling lightly on her
neck.

“Of course I’m not upset, luv,” he murmured against her skin. “I’d rather
be inside you than sitting with a bunch of stuffy, tweed-wearing
know-it-alls.”

Buffy stiffened as she pulled away, slipping her shirt over her head. “You
didn’t seem to mind Ms. Calendar flirting with you.”

Spike sighed. “Are you still on that?”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” Buffy asked as she smoothed her hair. “You said it
was nothing, but is that what I am? Is she just another ‘nothing’ to add to
your list?”

Buffy had no idea where the hostility came from. It was as if her brain had
become detached from her mouth and, judging from the look on Spike’s face,
they better become reacquainted real fast.

“What do you want me to say, Buffy?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her as
she grabbed her bag off the floor.

“Denying it might be a good start,” Buffy replied, her arms crossed over her
chest. How did things spiral out of control so fast? She felt as if she
was in a standoff with a man that, just moments ago, she’d felt an
unparalleled intimate connection.

“I don’t owe you anything,” Spike said, his anger getting the best of him.
He regretted it the moment he saw the hurt flash in her eyes.

“Fine,” Buffy said in a cold voice as her eyes hardened, hiding the emotions
that she was feeling. “Then I guess I don’t owe you anything.”

“Buffy-“

“I’ll just go find my own ‘nothing’ so I won’t bother you anymore.”

Spike caught her arm as she wrenched the door open. He was about to respond when he noticed a very flustered Rupert Giles with his hand poised to knock. Buffy and Spike stared at him for a moment before Spike dropped Buffy’s arm as if it burned him.

“Miss Summers,” Giles said, giving her a polite nod.

“Hello, Giles,” she said softly.

Giles turned his attention to the other man. “Mr. Bradley, I was sent to
see if you remembered the faculty meeting.”

“On my way there now,” Spike replied with a higher class accent than he
normally used. “Just had to finish…tutoring Miss Summers.”

“I see,” Giles replied, not sounding entirely convinced.

“And if you’ll excuse me,” Buffy said, directing her attention at the older
man. “My mom’s expecting me.”

“Of course,” Giles said, moving out of the way as Buffy walked down the
hallway.

“Miss Summers,” Spike called after her, watching as she turned but didn’t
entirely face him. “We’ll discuss the question you had at a later time.”

“Don’t worry about it, Mr. Bradley,” Buffy replied, turning around to settle
him with a hard look. “It’s pretty clear. I’m understanding everything
with perfect clarity.”

Spike suppressed a sigh as she continued to walk away.

“Mr. Bradley,” Giles spoke up, breaking him out of his thoughts. “I’ve
known Miss Summers for a long time, and I care about her a great deal. I
feel the need to remind you that she is only seventeen.”

‘Shit, shit, shit.’

“Whatever you’re implying, Mr. Giles, I can assure you it is an unfounded
concern.”

“Glad to hear it,” Giles said with a friendly smile and a slap on the back.
Spike returned the smile halfheartedly as he followed the older man down the
hallway. He felt his heart sink as he heard the exit door slam shut and
could see Buffy through the pane of glass that was still rattling with the
force that she slammed it as she hurriedly walked away. He was definitely going
to have to make it up to her for this one.





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