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First time with writing about losing virginity....be warned.....
Buffy sat still for a moment, taking the time to savor being so intimately close to Spike. The music continued to play in the background begging her to move. As her confidence grew her hips began to move with the rhythm of the music. She could feel the bulge of his erection rubbing against her sensitized mound, feeling it grow harder the more she stirred. The sudden coolness on her back, told her William was unzipping her dress.

Her naked back screamed at him to touch it, to tease it with his fingertips. It was a calling he could not ignore as he felt her shiver at his touch. He trailed his fingers up and down her spine at first, and then using his hands, he brushed her dress off her shoulders. He leaned forward randomly placing butterfly kisses all over her back.

"Baby, I want you to lift up for a minute."

"Okay," she replied as she barely lifted her hips.

She heard the jingle of his belt, feeling the brush of his hands against the inside of her thigh, as he unfastened his pants. His cock rose up to where the tip barely touched her warm wet opening still covered by wet silk of her underwear.

"Okay, back where you belong, Kitten. God! Buffy you're so wet for me, baby." He gasped as his dick slid over her moist panties to fit between her thighs.

His hands massaged her lower back as their lower bodies slowly moved against each other. His caresses slowly inched up past her waist, stopping just below her breasts.

"I want you so wet for me baby, so moist and creamy that your first time will be so good. No pain when I break that little cherry of yours, making you mine." His voice sounded like velvet, making her whimper with need.

Her groan of pleasure as he cupped her breasts in both hands, kneading them firmly, made him almost forget the erotic foreplay he'd begun. He knew once he touched her center, he'd be lost, praying she'd be at the point as well.

"Stand up and turn around for me, let me see you," he said, wanting to take this further.

She stood not caring about her partial nudity, as her dress fell to the floor. Stepping out of the dress, she turned to face him. He'd removed his shirt, kicked off his shoes and his pants while watching her stand. He sat proudly before her, his eyes raking her body possessively, his manhood standing at attention.

"Are you sure it's going to fit?" she asked, her voice anxious, remembering a time she tried to use a tampon and couldn't because it was too uncomfortable.

"That's why all the foreplay, baby, and we've only just begun." He winked as he now stood before her with his hand held out toward her. "So, baby, do ya wanna dance?"

Buffy took his hand and let him lead her over toward the bed. She couldn't help but notice how muscular his ass was. The glimpse of his torso was nothing but spectacular, all those rippling abdominal muscles. What fascinated her the most, about his body, was his penis, how it poked upward along his stomach. Leaking fluid from the opening at the tip, and slightly intimidating by its size.

He swung her around to where her legs touched the side of the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her, demanding her to respond, while his hands gently massaged her breasts. He took her nipples between his thumb and forefingers, twirling the hardening nubs between them.

This didn't lasted long before his hands traveled down to her hips. His lips replaced his fingers and his tongue took turns, making her moan and arch, wanting more.

His left hand gently cupped her wet, silk covered womanhood, rubbing the heel of his hand against her sensitive area. Loving how it made her squirm and push against him, seeking more. He was addicted, without even tasting her womanly essence or feeling her tight quim around him, he knew he'd never be able to let her go.

"Will, I need to sit down, my legs, they feel all shaky." She panted, feeling it hard to catch her breath, but not wanting him to stop.

He slipped her pretty panties down, before positioning her to sit on the edge of the bed. The urge to taste her virginal opening was too hard to resist.

"Lay back, my sweet, sweet, Buffy." His voice hypnotic as she followed his loving command.

"I bet you taste so sweet, the nectar that will have me coming back for more." He continued to seduce her with his voice, as he slowly finished removing her last piece of clothing. "I could sip from your womanly body, and never tire of its taste."

Buffy lifted her head, looking down and seeing his face. His expression, making her feel wanted and desired. She felt torn, shocked at what she was sure he was going to do, and yet wanting it at the same time.

Spike felt his mouth water at the thought, of making her come for the first time with lips and tongue. Tonight, as he promised himself, was all about her. Making her realize she was all that mattered in his life, everything else be damned.

"Kitten, relax and let me love you. I promise you will never regret letting me love you."

"I will never regret this, or you." She blushed as she opened her legs further, inviting him in. "I trust you."

"Buffy, you'll never know how much this means to me," he whispered as he placed each hand on one of her soft thighs, gently pushing them back.

Their eyes never broke contact as he began kissing and licking the inside of her left thigh, before going to the other. He was making her crave more as he was anticipating a taste of Heaven.

She gasped as he swiped his tongue over her slit. "Oh!"

Her response encouraged him on, as his tongue searched until it found her clit. The increased moistness on his chin along with her rapid breathing, told him she was enjoying his seduction. His hands moved down to open her sweet body up further for his loving caresses.

"Will, feels good." She panted, losing herself to his touches, feeling a pressure building in her lower abdomen.

Spike's growl sent shivers up her spine. His tongue entered her moist pussy, as his thumb teased her bundle of nerves, causing her to arch her back seeking more of his attention. She felt like she was spiraling out of control as she began to meet his tongue thrust for thrust.

His only thought was to give her the best pleasure that he could. The need to hear his name on her lips when she came for the first time, spurred him on. The soft touch of the bedskirt teased the head of his leaking shaft, making it hard not to rub himself against the side of the bed.

She felt the pressure building, more and more. Her body instinctively knew what it needed, following his lead in this dance. Having heard others talk of this moment, never made sense, until now. She knew it was because of this man that it felt this good. No other man could make her lose control, and feel so good about it. No one other than her William could make her feel this way.

He couldn't hold back, as he plundered her wetness with his mouth. The need to taste all of her quickened his pace. The time was here as he felt her sweet cunny start to quiver as her hips moved frantically to find her release. Never had he felt so close to coming as he did right now with just giving someone oral pleasure.

Buffy grabbed the bedcovers and arched her back as she came calling his name, "William! Oh God, William!"

Everything else faded, except the most intense spasms starting at the apex of her thighs and lower body, and coursing through the rest of her body. Never had she experienced such intense pleasure, as she did right now.

Spike slowed down but never stopped drinking from her, wanting her to enjoy this special time. His cock ached, wanting to find release as well. His only concern was if he wouldn't be able to hold out to the end when he slipped inside her tight warmth.

Buffy smiled, euphoric after her orgasm. She looked down at her lover, noticing how wet his face was. The need to have him beside her gave her the courage to reach down and gently grab his hair. He came to her easily as she pulled him up between her legs and met him halfway with a kiss.

The fact she tasted herself on his lips as she kissed him deeply, never dawned on her. All she could think about was giving him as much pleasure as he'd just given her. As she lay back on the bed, he followed.

"Make love to me."

"I'm afraid I might not last, I want you so bad," he moaned.

"I don't care, I want you inside me, please," she begged.

"Slowly, we have to take it slow."

"Okay, slow is good." She smiled, as she watched, his eyes grow big when she took her hand and guided him to her moist opening. "If it's anything like our kissing, it'll only get better every time we do it."

"I love you," he whispered as he gently started to enter her, knowing he'd come immediately just by what she said.

Buffy gasped softly as she felt him start to penetrate her vagina, feeling a fullness that was both exciting and uncomfortable. She whimpered when he pulled back, only to sigh when he gently thrust back in, going a little further before pulling back yet again.

"Don't tease me," she moaned, causing him to chuckle.

"Not teasing, stretching you a bit is all."

"I've been waiting for you all my life," she whispered, noticing the strain on his face, realizing he was holding back because this was her first time with a man.

Buffy noticed how he would moan if her hands caressed his back, letting her hands trail down to those firm buttocks she was admiring earlier. She couldn't help but wonder what he would do is she squeezed them right now.

"William, I want you, now," she said as she started to knead his ass, causing him to thrust up inside her, breaking her hymen.

The moment her finger brushed his anus he lost control as he thrust up inside her, taking her virginity. At first he couldn't move, afraid he'd hurt her, waiting to see her reaction before making another move. He wanted to take the time for her to adjust to his being embedded inside her tightness.

The mixture of pain and a spark of pleasure had her holding her breath, wondering if that was it for the pain. She felt so full, with him deep inside her.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked as he leaned back to see her face, relieved it wasn't ridden with pain, but more like confusion and surprise as she nodded. Waiting for a sign that he could continue with their intimate union.

"Wrap you legs around me," he instructed as he put his hands under her butt and lifted her up as he stood, having noticed her eyes darken and all sign of pain disappear from her expression.

"Oh, my goodness," she moaned at how deep she took him in with the change in position. "Feels so good."

Those words were the encouragement he needed as he turned with her in his arms so he could start to thrust up inside her. He was able watch as lust and desire darken her eyes, her lips purse as she started to enjoy their lovemaking. In his mind, he started singing 'God Save the Queen', trying to slow down his libido.

"Sweet, sweet, Buffy," he mumbled as he started to lose control. Her hips started to meet his thrust for thrust. "Come with me, baby." He panted as he fought the urge to lay her down and just fuck her until he came hard and fast.

"William, William," she chanted as she tried to get him to go faster, her body knowing what it wanted from her lover.

"Come, baby," he growled as he continued to hold back the force of his thrusts, feeling his legs getting tired.

He heard her keen her release before he swiftly turned and lay her back on the bed. He placed his hands flat on the bed, pulling out only to thrust fully back inside. Once, twice, on the third trust he came hard, shouting her name.

Once he could breathe he looked to make sure he hadn't hurt her. The expression she wore warmed his heart, since it was a look of complete satisfaction as she looked at him with such adoration and contentment.

"Okay?"

"Hmmm, perfect," she purred.

"Yes, you were." He sighed as he leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

"I think I was in Heaven for a moment," she whispered, not wanting him to leave her body.

"I know what you mean." He chuckled, thinking the same thing.

"Can we do that again?" She giggled.

"Insatiable minx," he teased. "Let's go take a shower."

"Hmmm, will you wash my back?" she asked, feeling a sense of loss when he gently slipped out when he moved to stand up.

"If you wash mine," he answered as he helped her to stand, seeing the tinge of blood that proved she was once an innocent to the ways of sex.

"You got a deal, buddy. I've been looking for a personal back scrubber." She sighed, as she let him lead her toward the bathroom.

"That's me Kitten, your personal body scrubber, and handy man." His goal to get them cleaned up and back in bed to cuddle. He would let her call the shots concerning if she felt comfortable enough to make love again tonight, not knowing if she might be too sore.

"William."

"Yes."

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You’re welcome, Buffy, but what are you actually thanking me for?" he asked, his expression seemed confused.

"Tonight," she answered. "I've never felt so loved as I do right now, other than when my mother was alive."

"Well, baby, get used to it," he replied, as he pulled her into his embrace. "Like you said, it's like our kissing, it will only gets better each time."

"Practice makes perfect." She giggled.

"Oh, baby I don't know if we can get anymore perfect, but I'm sure we will have fun finding out," he teased as he turned on the shower, adjusting the water temperature. "Here, baby, see if this is okay."

Buffy reached over and smiled. "Yep, just how I like it."

They took their time and showered, washing each other's back. He tucked the towel around her body, and one around his waist as they walked back into the bedroom, hand in hand. The act was all intimate, but no sexual tension. Buffy noticed Willow's dress lying crumpled on the floor feeling guilty. She pouted as she disengaged their hands as she went to retrieve the dress and hang it over the back of the chair.

Noticing his shirt lying on the floor she walked over and picked up it. Wanting to wear it to bed, she dropped the towel and pulled his shirt on over her head, taking in the smell she associated with William.

"Looks good on you," he said as he admired her wearing his shirt, another symbol he associated to her belonging to him.

"What are you going to wear to bed?" she asked, her eyes getting an eye full when he dropped the towel.

Spike smirked as he said, "I own one pair of pajamas for when I have company spend the night. I left them in my room."

"Oh, well." She didn't really know what else to say, wondering what it would be like sleeping with a nude man, all night long.

"I guess you are having a lot of firsts tonight," he teased.

"You got that right, Mister nudie man." She giggled, feeling her face flush.

"Maybe one day soon I will bring you over to the side of the nude sleepers," he suggested as he waggled his eyebrows with a mockingly leer directed at her.

"Hmmm, let's take one thing at a time," she replied as she moved to join him by the bed.

"Well, it's only one shirt." He chuckled when she raised her eyebrow and sarcastically laughed.

"Ha, ha, and another ha."

"Come to bed, my sweet Buffy," he offered as he got under the covers and held them up for her to join him.

"How could a girl refuse such an invitation," she said as she crawled in beside him and sighed, as he tucked her in beside him.

She snuggled closer, her back to his chest as he spooned behind her. The warmth of his body and blankets made her suddenly sleepy, as she fought back a yawn. The feeling of being content and safe made it hard to keep her eyes open.

"I love you, William and tonight was the best night of my life," she told him as she drifted off to sleep.

Spike couldn't help but feel like a little boy at Christmas as he agreed, "Mine too, sleep well, my love."

Sleep didn't come immediately as he lay there and watched her sleep. Loving it how she would seek him out even in slumber. Plans on how he was going to ask her to marry him already playing in his head. First he wanted her to come to L.A. and see if she could adapt to the city. Not that he would choose his career over her, but he would change it to accommodate her in his life. From now on, she came first in his life.

*******

"So, what is on the agenda tonight?" Willow asked as she and Wesley walked outside, enjoying the evening air.

"What if I told you I have planned us a night of romance and seduction of the most splendid kind?" Wesley asked as he pulled her into his arms and started to waltz around the deck.

"Mr. Pryce, I must say you are a magnificent dancer," Willow praised as she let him lead her around, finding it easy to follow his movements and answered, "I would say I'm very interested in a night full of romance and seduction, with you."

Wesley realizing he truly found the woman he was destined to fall in love with, start a family with, and to grow old with, relaxed and enjoyed dancing with his future wife. As long as he had this woman in his life, there was nothing he couldn't face.

"Miss Rosenberg, would you do me the honor of dating me officially and exclusively?" Wesley asked, as he continued to twirl her around, both lost in their own little world made for two.

Willow felt her heart start to race at his question. She always loved reading the romance novels that told stories of love at first sight, but never believed it really happened. Never did she think it would happen in real life, let alone to her.

"I accept your kind offer, sir," she answered as she reached up and pulled his head down toward her. "I never thought something like this would happen to me."

Wesley's expression became confused as he asked, "Something like what?"

"Love at first sight." She giggled as she stood up on the tip of her toes and kissed him with such passion they both lost themselves in the magic of the moment.

"Could I be so bold to ask if you'd spend the night with me?" Wesley asked, once they broke the kiss, but staying close.

"Yes, you can be so bold," she answered, feeling excited and yet nervous.

"This is will be first night of many to come, I promise you." Wesley sighed as he started to dance with her again, moving them closer to the door.

"I like your promises," she teased. "Which room are we going to?"

"Mine," he answered with a loving smile. Thinking to himself it could end up being their room for the rest of the cruise, if things work out between Spike and Buffy.

"Then lead the way," Willow said shyly, wanting nothing more then to show him how much she really did love him. Never in a million years would she have imagined she'd find the man she was meant to spend the rest of her life with on her first trip out of Sunnydale.

*******

If anyone had walked by the lone woman standing at the rail, looking up at the moon humming, they would've questioned her sanity.

"Oh, mother of the moon, what is a girl to do? The one I love most is lost to me now, for his sunshine has given him the truest gift of love. The one I'm obsessed with, first with love of the power he had, and now with revenge is soon to meet his fate. I ask you to give me the strength to do what it is I have to do to protect the one that I love."

Her body started to move to music only she could hear. Her mind drifting off reminding her of times she was happier and more carefree. No guilt, no pain, a good girl and not the lying whore she'd become. God was punishing her for the murder she committed, all in the selfish act to make him choose her over the others and for the part she wanted to play. Loosing the one person who treated her like a Princess and worshipped the ground, she once walked upon at one time.

"Oh, my Spike, I do this for you, for me, and the baby makes three." She singsonged, swaying back and forth.

*******

Angel sat on the side of his bed, with a empty bottle of scotch hanging between his fingers. Warren's words ringing in his ears. "All I can say is thank God Robert woke up and smelled the kill-off-Angel-coffee."

He could not believe that they would want him off the show, for he was the show. The only thing that made him even think it could be true, was the fact no attempts had been made to renew his contract. At first he was sure it was because they were afraid to hear how much they were going to need to pay him. Now, for the first time his thoughts took him in another more depressing direction.

First, the pictures, and now hearing the three idiots talking about killing him off the show was too much. Again, Spike's face came to mind and his temper flared as he threw the empty bottle against the wall.

"I will make the son of a bitch pay for this," he vowed, as he then fell back on the bed, passing out.





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