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Chapter 5 – What If...


Stretching luxuriously, Buffy opened her eyes and jumped when she saw the
deep blue gaze staring back at her.

“Morning, sunshine,” Spike said with a smile. “How did you sleep?”

Buffy snuggled closer to him when she remembered she’d asked him to spend
the night, nuzzling against his chest and causing a chuckle to erupt from
his throat. “With you here? Never better.”

“That’s always nice to hear,” Spike whispered, brushing his lips along the
top of her head.

Slowly pushing herself away from him, Buffy sat up and looked deep into his
eyes. They were almost navy as she stared at him.

“William,” she whispered in a breathy voice, feeling her stomach tie itself
into knots as she took a deep breath. “Kiss me?”

Smiling at her simple request, Spike’s lips met hers in a tender kiss. His already painfully hard erection, as a result of simply waking up next to her, grew even harder as her tongue brushed against his.

Buffy moaned, flipping them over to move up his body and straddle his waist. Spike’s hands immediately grabbed her thighs but didn’t bother to stop her advances as she grinded her hips against his.

Following her instincts, Buffy’s mind was all over the place. ‘What if he
does the same thing he did all those years ago? What if I never see him
again? What if he stays today and then I wake up tomorrow morning and he’s
gone?' Making a decision, Buffy pressed her lips to his in a more passionate
kiss, feeling the evidence of his obvious arousal against her leg. ‘What if
you allow yourself to fall for him and it happens anyway, Summers? You want
this, there’s no denying it. If it’s just for fun, it’s better to find out
now instead of getting anymore feelings involved.’

Pulling away from his lips, Buffy stripped her tank top over her head and
let it flutter to the floor. Nervously biting her lip, she watched as
Spike’s eyes clouded over with lust as he took in the soft curves and smooth
skin that were suddenly exposed to his hungry gaze.

Buffy was about to climb off of his lap when she felt his lips brush along
one of her breasts. Her body automatically arched against him, urging him
on as her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him closer to her. She
could feel his hands on her back, pulling her closer to him as his tongue
swept over her nipple, allowing a low moan to escape from her throat.

Pulling away after a moment, Spike looked up at her with lust-filled eyes,
panting for air. “If you want to stop-”

He was immediately silenced as Buffy crushed her lips to his, pressing her
body against his chest. Spike’s arms banded around her, pulling her closer
to him as the kiss deepened. The intensity of the moment surprised them
both, letting their tongues lazily brush together. In spite of the passion
that was racing through both of them, their lips seemed to be caught in a
slow pace, enjoying the tenderness of the moment, even as their bodies
continued to move together.

Buffy’s hands trailed over Spike’s bare chest, enjoying how the muscles
flexed whenever her fingertips came in contact with his skin. The sharp
ridges and planes of his chest and abs had her pushing even harder against
him.

Leaning back, Buffy looked into his eyes, playing with the hardened outline
of his erection through the thick denim. “Can I trust you?” she asked,
smiling at his confused expression.

“Trust me?”

“I’m safe…are you?”

Understanding dawned on Spike’s features as he nodded. “I’m safe, I swear,
but if you would rather-”

His offer was silenced by her lips against his. Reaching for his jeans,
Buffy teasingly popped open the button and slowly dragged the zipper down,
smiling against his lips when she felt his cock practically spring from the
confining fabric. Slipping out of her pajama pants, Spike nearly jumped out
of his skin when he felt Buffy’s bare body on top of him.

Eagerly kicking off his jeans, Spike felt short of breath in anticipation.
His eyes nearly black as he pulled away to look at her, Buffy shivered at
the need in his gaze.

“Last chance,” he whispered with a smile, letting his hand trail along the
smooth expanse of her stomach, gently brushing across her breast.

Buffy trembled against his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. Before
either of them had a chance to think, her soft hand was positioning his shaft
at her entrance a split second before she sunk down on him.

Clenching his teeth as he filled her, Spike gasped for air, never feeling
this affected by a woman before.

Not giving him a chance to adjust, Buffy began moving on top of him, an evil
little smile crossing her face when she saw the desperation on his face.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she whispered, leaving soft kisses along his jaw
as her hips swiveled in a slow circle.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Spike rasped, opening his eyes to look
at her. The image of her moving on top of him nearly had him coming from
the sight alone. The first rays of the morning sunlight streamed through
the windows, casting her in a soft golden glow, enhancing every feature.

“Is that a good thing or bad thing?” Buffy asked with a misleadingly
innocent smile.

She gasped when she felt herself suddenly pinned beneath Spike as he eagerly
plunged into her body. “Very good thing,” he growled.

Minutes seemed to fly by as Buffy gasped for air, arching her body against
his, feeling her body begin to spiral out of control. Spike looked down at
her, seeing the desperate need for release, plainly written on her face.
Instead of speeding up his thrusts, Spike nearly froze, his eyes widening as
he looked at her.

Buffy’s eyes snapped open, blinking rapidly with unfulfilled desire.
“Will?” she whispered, clutching at his body, trying to urge him to speed
up.

“I remember,” he murmured, looking into her eyes, a look of relief and
disbelief in his eyes.

“Remember?” Buffy asked, her brain cloudy as she tried to focus on what he
was saying.

“I remember you,” he whispered, a smile playing on his features. “The night
we spent together…I remember.”

“Baby,” she said softly in a falsely patient voice. “You have no idea how
happy that makes me, but will you please shut up and fuck me?”

Spike had to repress the urge to laugh as he smiled and bit his lip, looking
at her with an appreciative gaze before plunging into her body with enough
force to make Buffy cry out in delight.

Dropping his head to her shoulder, Spike’s hips were practically slamming
against hers when he felt her muscles begin clenching him as a scream of
pleasure was ripped from her throat, triggering his own climax.

Both lay still, gasping for air for several long minutes before Spike
rolled away. In the aftermath, Buffy was stunned by her out of the ordinary
actions. She closed her eyes, suppressing the urge to cover her face as she
sat up with the intent of getting her clothes.

Swinging her legs over the side, Buffy jumped when she felt Spike’s arms
wrap around her waist, his lips trailing kisses along her shoulder. “Where
are you going, Goldilocks?”

“I-I thought that…”

Turning her around, Buffy saw the worried expression on his face. “Thought
that…what?” he asked, tilting his head in concern.

“I just thought that…I mean…it was fun, but…”

“It wasn’t just for fun, Buffy,” he said quietly, his brow furrowed in
worry.

“Promise?” she asked, the insecurity in her voice shining through.

Spike gave her a brief smile before pressing his lips to hers in a
reassuring kiss. “I promise.”




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