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A/N Just in case anyone was wondering- this will not turn into a B/A story at any point in time. I needed someone who could be a friend to both Spike and Buffy, so I chose him for that reason. Honestly, my first choice was Xander, but I suck at writing him, like you wouldn’t believe, and I feel that I can write a fairly realistic Angel, so he was my second choice. Just in case you were wondering. These two have enough problems, they don’t need anything else added into the mix :-)




Chapter 11 – Do You Trust Me?


“Hey, baby.”

Buffy rolled over at the sound of the familiar voice, her eyes adjusting to
the darkened room.

“William?” she whispered in a groggy voice, trying to focus on him.

“It’s me,” he said softly, trailing a hand along her cheek, smiling as she
struggled to wake up.

“I thought you were getting in tomorrow night,” she said, slowly becoming
more coherent as she sat up.

“I missed you,” he replied, his eyes already perusing her body, clothed only
in a simple white satin nightgown.

Blinking a little bit to focus her eyes, Buffy shivered in the drafty room,
watching as Spike shed his clothes and climbed in bed behind her, spooning
her close to him. “How was the show?”

“Mmm,” Spike mumbled against her throat before pulling away to look at her.
“Nothing interesting.”

“Will, you were in Las Vegas. I would think that’s the most interesting
city in the world.”

“Not without you there.”

Snuggling closer to him, Buffy let her eyes close for a moment. “I thought
you liked touring.”

“I used to,” he said, his breath sending tingles racing through her body.
“But I’ve only been gone a week and I couldn’t stand being without you.”

“I missed you, too,” she whispered, relaxing against him.

“I’m just glad there’s only one show left on this blasted tour,” he said,
his lips returning to her throat. “I can spend the next year with my girl.”

Slowly losing herself in the feel of his body against hers, Buffy moaned,
trying to focus on what he was saying. “Year?” she murmured in confusion.
She and Spike had been together for three months now, and he’d never once
mentioned the future.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” he asked with a soft smile, settling himself between
her thighs. “Didn’t think I’d want to spend my vacation with you?”

“Just surprised, is all,” she whispered breathlessly as his hands slid her
satin nightgown up her body.

“I don’t know why. There’s no place…”

Spike trailed off, sliding into her with ease.

“…I’d rather be,” he finished with a smile, brushing his lips across hers.

Buffy tried to keep her expression neutral, willing her body to get lost in
the feel of him being inside of her.

“Trust me?” Spike whispered, bringing her arms above her head and easily
holding her wrists in place with one hand.

Trying her hardest to ignore the nagging feeling at the back of her mind,
Buffy simply moaned, hoping he wouldn’t ask her again.

Pumping into her with more force, Buffy tried to regain some semblance of
control before giving up and reacting to his body in the way she was
supposed to. She wanted to trust him, but there was always something in the
back of her mind. Always something telling her that she didn’t know if he’d
really stopped taking drugs while he was gone on tour for days at a time.
He always came back to her. Always slipping into her bed in the middle of
the night, craving her touch and her body but giving very little thought to
her.

Buffy was beginning to think he was getting addicted to her. There was
never a night they were together that they didn’t end up in bed or the couch
or up against the wall, and she was starting to feel uneasy with the
situation. She didn’t think he was simply craving sex, because she knew
that he’d been faithful to her, but there was just a part of her that she
held back from trusting him completely.

Buffy gasped when his grip on her wrists tightened as he thrust into her
with abandon. “My girl likes it rough,” he said in a husky whisper.

Biting her lip, Buffy finally pulled her arms from his grasp, twining her
fingers through his hair and guiding his lips to hers in a tender kiss. His
hips never stopped churning against hers, but at least he was giving her some
indication that this was more than just sex for him.

Pulling back and making eye contact with her, Buffy tried to catch her
breath as she looked at him. Seeing the need in her gaze, Spike’s
expression softened before he began slowing down his thrusts. She relaxed
beneath him when he tangled his hands in her hair, leaving a soft kiss on
her lips. His tongue trailed lightly along her bottom lip, begging entrance
that Buffy eagerly granted. Stroking her tongue against his, Buffy smiled
against his lips when she heard the low growl in his throat.

Slowly raising his eyes to hers as they both caught their breath, Spike sped
up his thrusts, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I love you,” he whispered.

Trembling beneath him at the admission, Buffy clutched at his back as a
sudden, intense orgasm ripped through her body. Screaming out his name, she
arched her body against his, seeking even more pleasure as he continued to
plunge into her.

Spike quickly spilled himself inside her welcoming body, clutching her to
him as if he thought she was going to disappear.

Both lay twined together, each trying to catch their breath before Spike
rose up to look at her. “The last show is in town next Saturday,” he said
softly, choosing to ignore his earlier admission for the time being. “Can
you make it?”

Buffy was still quivering from the force of his words as she shook her head.
“I would, but I have to work.”

“I can talk to your boss-”

“No,” Buffy cut him off, shaking her head. “I need to work, Will.”

“I can help with the money,” he whispered, his brow furrowed as he looked at
her.

“I don’t take handouts,” she replied with a soft smile, trailing her hand
along his angular cheekbone. “I like to make my own way.”

“I can understand that,” he said with a soft smile. “There’s going to be a
party at my place afterward. Will you stop by after work?”

“Of course,” Buffy said softly, giving him a bright smile.

Spike didn’t say anything for a moment, looking at her flushed face, bathed
in the silvery moonlight that was spilling through the windows.

“I love you,” he repeated, frowning when he saw an almost panicked look come
over her face. “I don’t want you to say it until you’re ready,” he
murmured. “But I needed you to know that I’m in love with you.”

“I just need some time,” she whispered, looking at him with a hopeful
expression. “Can you give me that?”

Brushing a kiss against her lips, Spike pulled her close, craving contact
with her. “I can give you anything you want.”




A/N This story will take a much darker turn in the next chapter, so if you don’t want to read that, you might want to consider this the end. For everyone else, I’ll put another note on the beginning of the next one.

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