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Chapter 12


Spike looked at the window, sensing that he had an hour before sunrise. He
glanced at the sleeping girl in his arms, feeling a smile play on his lips
as she snuggled closer to him, seeking the comfort he was providing.

Gently brushing a soft kiss to her forehead, Spike began disentangling
himself from her when she stirred.

“No,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.

“I have to go, baby,” he whispered, wishing that he could hold her in his
arms all day.

“Just a few more minutes?” she asked, opening her eyes and giving him a
small pout. “Please.”

Spike smiled before giving her a small nod. “Okay…a few more, and then I
have to go.”

Buffy pulled Spike back to his previous position, slipping her hand under
his shirt and feeling the corded muscles that tensed beneath her touch as
her fingertips ran along his abdomen.

Spike closed his eyes, relaxing against her soft touch as she left soft
kisses along his neck. Spike felt a low rumble in his throat as she nibbled
on his tender flesh.

“Why would you want to do that, luv?” he asked in a teasing voice. Spike’s
eyes flew open when he felt her straddle him, pushing her lower body against
his. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he said in a warning tone,
one eyebrow raised.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” she said with a soft smile as she untied the sash
on her robe, letting the material slide away from her body.

Spike reminded himself that he didn’t need to breathe when Buffy moved
seductively against him. His hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer as
he grinded against her. Buffy leaned forward, leaving a tender kiss on his
lips. Her tongue never entered his mouth- they merely let their lips brush
together in gentle caresses.

Spike slowly broke away from her, letting his lips trail along her jaw and
down to her throat. He paused when he felt Buffy tense as he lightly
dragged his tongue over his bite mark. She immediately sat up, fear in her
eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I can’t do this.”

Spike watched as she practically jumped off of him, slipping her robe on
before he stood up and caught her by the arms.

“Spike, don’t,” she whispered, panic in her voice.

“I’m not going to hurt you, luv,” he whispered. “What’s wrong?”

Buffy briefly closed her eyes, remembering the fear and vulnerability she’d
felt the day before. It only set her on edge again.

“If we…if you and I…”

“You’re worried I would bite you,” Spike said with a sigh.

“You could have killed me, Spike,” she whispered. “That’s not exactly a
feeling I want to get to know better…I’ve already felt it more than I’d
like.”

Spike couldn’t deny it. He had no control over the demon, and it was a
threat to her in any kind of intimate setting. He loosened his grip on her
shoulders, tightening his jaw as he looked out her window.

“I should go,” he mumbled, grabbing his duster off the end of the bed.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Buffy said softly.

“This isn’t going to get easier, Slayer,” he growled in a harsh tone with
his hands gripping the window frame. “It was a good time…maybe we should
leave it at that.”

Spike waited for her response, his brow furrowing when none came. Turning
around, he saw Buffy hugging her arms around her body, fighting the tears in
her eyes as she looked at the floor.

“I’m sorry, kitten,” he said softly, his expression softening. He watched
as she raised her eyes to his before he threw his duster down with a sigh.
“I just don’t know what to do with this.”

“Me neither,” Buffy said in a choked whisper. She practically threw herself
into his arms as he walked back to her. Spike was grateful that he didn’t
need to breathe since her arms were holding him in a vice-like grip. “Can
I see you tonight?” she asked with a trembling voice.

“I don’t know, luv,” Spike whispered, holding her close.

Buffy nodded as she took a step back, looking out the window. “I guess you
should go,” she said softly.

“Buffy-“

“Sunrise,” she clarified, gesturing outside.

Spike followed her gaze with a heavy sigh. He slowly turned back to her,
letting his hand trail along her jaw, down to her neck. Spike tilted her
head slightly, looking at his mark. It wasn’t the neat puncture wound that
his victims usually wore. This one was jagged, showing the mark of his
teeth, not just his fangs. Even with her advanced Slayer-healing, this
would leave a scar.

Running a cool finger along the swollen skin, Buffy surprised both of them
by relaxing under his touch, feeling soothed by his tender caress.

“I’ll find you tonight,” he murmured, his hand never leaving her throat.

“Near the warehouse?” Buffy asked with a hopeful tone in her voice that she
would be seeing him soon.

“No,” Spike said softly as he shook his head. “That’s not…I’m not staying
there.”

“But I thought-“

“Leave it alone, Buffy,” he said quietly, trying to get her to drop the
subject without being forceful about it.

Buffy looked down as she nodded. Spike hooked his finger under her chin,
leaving a tender kiss on her lips, feeling his undead heart clench when she
gave him a soft smile.

“I’ll find you,” he repeated, pulling on his duster.

“Okay,” Buffy agreed, accepting another tender kiss from him before he
disappeared into the night.

* * * * *

Spike walked into the factory, noticing the tension coming from his minions
as they huddled in the shadows. He arched an eyebrow as he walked further
into the building, feeling something familiar that he hadn’t felt in
years…decades.

“William, I was beginning to think you’d abandoned your family. Now, is
that any way for a Master Vampire to behave?”

Spike turned around, a growl rumbling in his throat. “Angelus.”





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