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Chapter 9


Buffy decided to skip patrolling the next night, wanting to stay in and
have a night to herself. More importantly- a night away from Spike. She
was terrified she would run into him again. But she wasn’t scared of the
demon…she was scared of the man. He made her feel things she didn’t know
she could feel, and Buffy was coming dangerously close to giving him anything
he wanted. That feeling of helplessness was the scariest thing she’d ever
experienced- and she’d faced a lot of scary things.

Buffy was just settling down on the couch for a long night of “Gone with the
Wind” when she heard a soft knock on the door. With a sigh, Buffy tossed
the chenille blanket away from her and slowly walked over to the door.

Her eyes adjusted to the dark porch before widening slightly when she saw
him bathed in the shadows before she crossed her arms over her chest.
“What the hell do you want now?”

“Language,” Spike said, shaking his head and clucking his tongue as his
hands braced the doorframe. “You should work on that, Slayer.”

Buffy narrowed her eyes as he looked her up and down, taking in the white
satin pajamas.

“I’ve gotta admit, luv,” he said with a smirk. “I liked the Catholic
schoolgirl look, but this is sexy enough in its own right.”

Buffy glared at him as he tilted his head, giving her a soft, almost
endearing smile. “Why don’t you invite me in, pet?” he asked in a husky
voice.

“Do I even need to dignify that with a response?”

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, pouring his charm into those three little
words. “We could have some fun.”

Buffy felt her breathing accelerate and knew from the look in his eye that he
knew how much his presence was affecting her. “But we’re not going to,”
Buffy said in a voice that didn’t sound like her own.

“Come outside then,” Spike said with a tilt of his head.

“So you can try and kill me?”

“I promise to be a good boy,” he replied with a smile before arching one
eyebrow. “That is…unless you want me to be bad.”

Buffy felt her thighs involuntarily clench together at the unfamiliar tingling she felt.
His body was practically calling to hers as she took a step forward, making
sure to stay inside the barrier.

“Where’s your mum?”

Buffy snapped out of her trance. “Why do you want to know?”

“Relax, I just wanted to see if we were alone,” Spike said, suddenly
turning serious, keeping the malice out of his voice. “Come outside.”

Buffy looked around the comfort of her home before looking at the barrier.
“Don’t come near me,” she said in a strong voice. “This porch is made of
wood- I’ll find something to use if I need to.”

“I didn’t come here to fight, Slayer.”

Buffy took a deep breath before stepping outside, making sure to leave the
door open. “What do you want?” she asked, staying on alert but keeping her
arms wrapped protectively around her.

“That’s what I was going to ask you,” Spike replied in a husky voice.

Buffy felt her heart speed up, and seeing the smile that crossed Spike’s
face, he noticed it, too.

“What if I said I want you dead?”

“Don’t lie to yourself,” Spike said with a smile. “You and I both know what
you want.”

“Leave town, Spike,” Buffy said in a more forceful tone than she expected.

Spike took a casual step toward her, seeing her body tense, seconds before
he grabbed her around the waist and pinned her to the side of the house.
His grip loosened as soon as he got her to the destination of his choice.
Buffy relaxed slightly, seeing that he was still in his human guise.

“Is that really what you want?” he whispered as Buffy nervously licked her
lips.

Spike watched her tongue sweep across her lips, fighting the urge to taste
her…in any way that he could.

“Why are you here?” Buffy whispered. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m here for you,” Spike said softly, brushing the hair off her shoulders,
and Buffy tensed, fearing that he was brushing it away from her neck.

“You’re here to kill me?”

“I don’t know,” he said honestly as Buffy’s eyes shot up to his.

“What do you mean?”

Spike didn’t answer as his lips tenderly brushed against hers, seeking out
their softness and warmth.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as his
hands wrapped around her waist, grinding his hardening erection against her.
She moaned, her tongue slipping into his mouth as Spike lifted her up.
Buffy gasped when she felt him sit down on the porch swing, surprised that
he would voluntarily give her this much control.

Her hands eagerly ran across his body, tightening on his biceps, feeling the
hard muscles beneath the leather. Spike slowly began skimming along her
body before tenderly sliding underneath the satin fabric of her top, feeling a
thrill run through him when he encountered the smooth skin. He felt himself
grow painfully hard when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the
flimsy top. Breaking away from her lips, Spike looked at her through
lust-filled eyes, gasping for air that he didn’t need.

Buffy breathed heavily, staring down at him as his hands continued exploring
her body. She tensed when they slid around to her stomach, feeling the flat
muscles before traveling upward. Buffy felt her heartbeat skyrocket as
Spike’s lips met hers in a soft kiss, seconds before his cool hands
brushed across the tender skin of her breasts. She gasped into his mouth
when he gently pinched her nipples, rolling them slightly and letting them
go. Her hands clutched at his strong shoulders as her hips grinded into
his, eliciting a growl from him.

Spike pushed against her, pulling her closer to him. When they finally
separated, Buffy gasped for air as they stared at each other. Buffy
could barely see him in the darkness, but Spike let his eyes flash yellow as
he looked at her. He took in her flushed face and heaving chest, feeling a
sense of pride wash over him.

“Don’t start anything you don’t plan on finishing, luv,” he whispered.

Buffy gulped, climbing out of his lap and began pacing the porch. Spike
leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees as he watched her.

“What’s wrong?”

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” Buffy murmured, practically talking to herself
as she ran her hands through her hair. “You’re a vampire.”

“You got that memo a long time ago,” Spike replied, standing up and grabbing
her arms to stop her and face him. “This isn’t exactly normal conduct for
me either. If it gets out that I’m getting this close to the Slayer…”

Spike trailed off when he saw the hurt look in her eyes, and it was really
starting to piss him off that he cared if he was hurting her feelings.

“How do you feel about me?” Buffy asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

Spike stared into her eyes for a moment before coming to a decision. “Meet
me tomorrow night,” he said softly.

Buffy’s eyes widened. “For what?”

Spike raised an eyebrow before leaving a gentle kiss on her lips.

Buffy took a deep shaky breath as they pulled away from each other. “Where
do I meet you?”





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