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Chapter 12: "Heat, desire....." (R-NC17)

Spike waltzed into the bronze and headed straight for the bar. He only had one plan and that was to get his mind off the Slayer.
He took a seat at the far end, away from everyone, and ordered his first drink of many to come.

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"Where did he go?" Buffy asked Angel while putting her coat on.

She had just woken up from what was supposed to be a short nap and found out that Spike had left over an hour ago.

"He said he would be right back," Angel told her, wondering why she was even worried. "Why do you care anyway? I thought you wanted him gone."

"Angel, have you forgotten that a gang of vamps are after him?" Buffy reminded him, flinging the front door open.

"And?"

"And they might find him and kill him."

"Again, not seeing why you care," Angel mumbled, following her down the street.

"Because if anyone is going to kill him it will be me."

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"All I wanted was my girl back," Spike told the bartender standing behind the counter. He swallowed the remainder of his drink and slammed the glass on the counter. "But she had to intervene again," he grumbled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Give me another."

The bartender filled up another glass and set it in front of Spike. "So, having girl problems?" he asked, leaning on the counter.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"Want to talk about it?"

Spike glanced up at the guy and eyed him. "Want to kill is what I want to do."

"Wow, is it really that bad?"

"I can't believe I slept with her. I don't even like her. I loathe her. Can't even remember sleeping with her."

"Got plastered, huh?"

Spike didn't hear the guy and kept on talking like he wasn't even there. "I should be happy that I can't remember. I mean, who wants to remember sleeping with their mortal enemy, right?"

"Uh, yeah," the bartender agreed, starting to wonder about the weird guy bent over his drink. "But, no. I hate that I can't remember. Maybe it has something to do with bragging rights," Spike wondered to himself then shook his head. "Nah, told anyone I shagged her I'd be dead. Not really a reputation I want to have around my kind." Spike looked down into the glass he held in his handand smiled. "God, if this got out .....I would definitely be a pile of dust."

"Okay, I think you need to be cut off now."

Spike shrugged his shoulders and hopped down off the stool. "Should be going anyway."

"You need a cab?"

"Walking." Spike answered, throwing some bills onto the counter.

"Hope everything works out!" the bartender shouted to Spike's retreating form.


Spike decided to take the long way back and cut through the graveyard. On a buzz from all the alcohol he had consumed he ended up stumbling over a gravemarker and falling face first to the ground.

"Bloody hell," he groaned, flipping over onto his back. "Got to get up," he told himself, trying to sit up. His head started to throb and he clutched it with his hand. "Argh!"

Finally he managed to get to his feet and start walking in the direction he thought the Slayer's house was. After two minutes his legs gave out and he fell to the ground again.

"I'll just lay here for a while," he mumbled, rolling over onto his back.

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Buffy and Angel had separated to find Spike. Angel went into town to look around and search the Bronze while Buffy checked the cemeteries.

She was just entering the second one when she heard him.

"Spike, if you're in trouble I won't save you," she swore, starting off in the direction she'd heard him. She found him passed out on the grass in the middle of the cemetery.

"Pathetic," she whispered under her breath.

She approached him and kicked him in the side. He didn't even flinch. She kicked him again, harder. This time he grumbled but still didn't move or open his eyes. Buffy rolled her eyes and positioned her leg to kick him once more. In an instant she was on the ground with Spike on top of her.

"Mmmm," Spike moaned, grinding his hips into her. "Slayer."

Buffy inhaled sharply. She felt something cold against her neck and gasped when she realized it was his mouth.

"Spike?"

"Shh," he told her, trailing his hand down her front. "Let me touch you."

She tensed when she felt his hands move under her shirt, pushing the fabric up to reveal her bare stomach. Cold fingers lightly grazed her skin before settling on her breast. Against her better judgment she arched into his hand.

"You like that, dont you?"

"Yes."

Spike smiled. He pushed her legs apart with his knees and settled between her thighs. He ground his erection against her jean covered mound.

"You feel that? You feel how hot I am for you?"

Buffy nodded slowly, her mouth gaping open. Slowly Spike kissed his way along her jawline and down her neck. He stopped above the scars he'd made. He licked them then placed his mouth over them and sucked hard. Buffy gripped his shoulders and cried out her pleasure.

"Wait....Spike, we can't," she tried to speak, using the grip she had on him to push him off.

Spike lifted his head and stared down into the clouded eyes of the Slayer. Her breathing was rough and shallow, her face flushed. She was so vulnerable right now, so weak. He could easily bite and drain her, but he didn't want to. All he wanted to do was touch her, fuck her.

"Let me remember," he said, moving his hand between them and stroking her. "I want to remember what it felt like to fuck you. Let me fuck you, Slayer."

"Wha...?" she cried, pushing him off of her. She sat up and adjusted her shirt. "You're wasted Spike."

Spike rolled onto his back and started laughing. "Cut the Miss Innocent act. You wanted it, I know you did," he looked over at her and smirked. "In fact, you still do," he said, placing his hand on her thigh.

Buffy watched Spike's hand move up her thigh towards her crotch. She couldn't understand why she wasn't fighting him. It was like she had no control.

"Spike," she moaned, failing miserably in her attempt to show that he wasn't effecting her. "Please."

Spike didn't stop, her weak state only encouraging him to do more. He buried his head in the curve of her neck and started to kiss his way up to her jawline. He reached her ear and nibbled on it. "Say it, Slayer," he whispered. "Tell me you want me."

Buffy closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy his touch. The feel of his cool lips against her hot skin and his hand stroking her was exactly what she needed. The intense pleasure he was giving her pushed all the stress and tension out of her body. She felt completely relaxed.

Spike began to stroke faster. Pressing his finger on the right spot just above her clit. The rough material pressing into her coupled with his fingers stroking her caused any small amount of will-power she had left to shatter.

"Yes, I want you!" she shouted. "Spike, I want you."

TBC......................"Love that feedback!"

Yes I know yet "another short chapter." I wish I could make them longer but I have this thing where they have to end in certain spots and all that mess. I hope you all enjoyed this one despite its shortness. Plus look forward to S/B action in the newt few chapters! I will try to post before Tuesday!





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