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Feedback: Is Spike HOT? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE oh and did I say PUH-LEASE??????

Chapter 22


*It's been a week....a whole week. * Buffy thought as an ever-present tear worked it's way down her cheek. *I miss him. * Was all she could process as she swiped irritably at the errant tear with the back of her hand.

She just didn't know what to do. Wearily she sank down into the cushions on her couch, and grabbing up the TV remote she began to flip resignedly through the channels. Not really paying attention to what was being shown, all she could see in front of her red puffy eyes was Spikes sweet, handsome face.

"GAAAAAAAAAaHhhhhhhhhhhh." She shouted throwing the remote at the wall where it crashed to the floor with a loud, satisfying racket.

*Just go find the boy, Buffy. He loves you he'll understand. Tell him how much you miss him; tell him the truth about how you feel. Give him a chance to be a man in your eyes. *

The thoughts swam through her mind round and round until finally she just couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine, I'm going." She said out loud as if to steady her already rampaging nerves before walking resolutely to the front windows and peeping out the curtains to make sure his car was parked out front. It was.

Buffy stood up and squared her shoulders. *Time to be a big girl Buffy.* Giving herself a pep talk as she walked to the front door, smoothing her shirt down nervously as she went.

"Spike." Her green eyes went round as she pulled open the door and found the object of her endless torment standing in front of her. It only took a second for her mind to make up her body's actions. In one step she wrapped her arms around the surprised teenager and started to cry against his white t-shirt babbling words of apology as she clung to him.

"I'm so...o... so..rry.. I never....meant...to hurt you...I'd ....*snuffle* ...give anything...to...make...it up to you....missed you...mis...sed ...you so much..." She wept against his hard muscled chest.

Spikes heart expanded ten fold as he wrapped his arms around the small woman sobbing on the porch against him. He'd come to apologize for acting like a selfish prat; he certainly didn't expect her to be the one apologizing.

"Shhhh...luv. I've got you, Williams got you." He murmured against her bent blond head, holding her to him as he moved them indoors. Shutting the door behind them he took her small hand into his larger one and walked her to the living room couch. As he sat down on it he pulled her into his lap and once more wrapped her in his tender embrace, coaxing her head onto his shoulder as he spoke.

"I'm the one who should be sorry pet." He said tilting her chin gently so he could look into her liquid green gaze. "I acted like such a fool. You just lost your husband, your high school sweetheart, and here I am spouting words of love and giving you gifts that more than likely made you feel like you were obligated to say the words back to me."

Buffy opened her mouth to say something before he cut her off.

"You are not." He continued smiling down at her, "I won't lie to you and say I don't love you, because I do. I can't help that, I didn't expect it either, it's just what happened." Pushing a strand of golden hair off her forehead, "And I won't apologize for it. It happened, I'm in love with you, but I won't push for anything more from you. As long as I have your promise that you will at least give me a chance."

As she nodded happily at him, Spike sighed, "Look, I know I'm only nineteen. Soon to be twenty. But that doesn't mean I can't love you the way you should be loved. It doesn't mean that I don't love you as a man loves a woman, I do. I'm just asking for a chance to prove it Buffy." His own eyes started to tear as he looked at her, "Will you let me prove it?"

Sitting in his lap, in his embrace, Buffy wanted for nothing more in the world. But she had to be honest with him, "I promise to try." She said softly before continuing, "I won't lie to you, I'm scared of this. The age difference, how quickly you fell, the whole thing frightens me. Terrifies me actually, but I can tell you one thing for sure, you're in my heart. What that means right now, I can't totally say. I need time to figure it out for myself. But if you're willing to be patient with me, I'd like to find out with you next to me."

"Ah luv, that's all I wanted to hear." He said as he pulled her down into a tender kiss both of them breathing a silent sigh of happiness as they melted into one another.

Moving apart after a few moments Buffy rested her head back onto his shoulder.

Feeling her shaking against him Spike thought at first she was crying again, until he heard her giggles. Looking down at her with an amused expression he questioned, "What is it pet?"

"Look what I've done to your poor shirt." She pointed to the streaks of black mascara now marring the white t-shirt. "God, I'm a mess." She laughed at herself.

"My mess, my beautiful mess." Spike said drawing her lips into sweet torment with his own, his tongue sweeping across the tender inner edge making her blood rush through her body.

"Mmmmm..maybe..."She commented, "We should take this off and wash it?" She said teasingly as she plucked at the offending garment helping him to pull it over his lean frame.

"MMMmmmm definitely better, but..." She paused looking down on the sloe-eyed man below her. "We really should wash it, before it stains."

Jumping up from his lap, Buffy laughed merrily as Spike took up the chase through the house finally cornering her in the sunshine flooded laundry room.

Standing in the doorway of the room Spike watched as Buffy pulled off her top with one hand and flung it to the floor, her grip holding his shirt to her never faltering. Next came her bra, her shorts, and finally her panties as they all joined her blouse on the floor.

"One more." Spike said as he indicated the t-shirt she still held in front of her naked body.

"Why don't you come help me?" She said crooking a slender finger at him and beckoning him to her.

Both gasped loudly as the cotton shirt slipped from her grasp and sinking to the floor between them leaving nothing but skin on skin.

Lips touched and that was all she wrote.

Buffys fingers worked feverishly to undo Spikes jeans. And as they dropped to the floor her hands reached down to grasp the heated length of his turgid rod into her snug grasp.

"Jesus Buffy." Spike moaned aloud at the first touch, before groaning helplessly as Buffy dropped suddenly to her knees before him and pulled his cock into her wet kiss.

"Mmmmm," She moaned around him as she tried to swallow him whole, *He tastes so good. * Was all she could think as she started a fast and furious licking and sucking on his rock hard manhood.


"Buffy, luv, fuck...stop...stop..." Spike wanted to kick himself as she stopped the delicious torment of his sensitive glans and looked up at him. "You don't want?" Buffy looked confused as he pulled her up to standing before lifting her onto the top of the washing machine and spreading her legs.

Kicking his jeans to one side, Spike stepped between her thighs, pulled her forward on the appliance until she was spread in front of him and in one slow thrust, entered her body with his own.

"I just want to cum inside of you." He managed to grit out as he captured her lips in a bruising kiss, her hands and legs entwining around his neck and hips as he set up a punishing pace.

"mmmmmmm.........fuck yes........" Buffy sighed, "You feel so good inside me, I've missed you........mmmmmmm...." her sighs and groans spurring him on.

The room was quiet except for the wet slapping of two bodies as Buffys juices slid down her thighs coating them both.

"Ohhhhhhhhh god, luv." Spike half groaned half mewled like a newborn puppy as his pistoning hips pushed him deeper and deeper into Buffys more than willing nether regions.

Dropping her head back and leaning the weight of her body onto her elbows Buffys cry of rapture echoed through the room as Spike took a hardened nipple into his mouth and he stroked the other with a calloused hand. Gently laving the nipple with his mouth he suddenly nipped at it, the mixture of pleasure and pain too much for Buffys deprived body and she fell suddenly into the abyss.

"OooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOooogodohgodohgod SPIIIIIIIIIIKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEEE........" She screamed as her inner muscles clamped down in a menacing grip onto his cock, the rippling of her insides and the quaking, and quavering of the rest of her pushing Spike headlong into his own orgasm.

Pulling her shuddering body against his Spike began the final strokes to his own completion.

"Fuck...Fuck........Jesus.......soo...........good...........tight..........hot.........fuck........Buffy Ohsweetjesus Buffy.............Now...NOW...NOW!!!!!!!!" His shouts of pleasure mingling with hers as he stroked within her and began to shoot jet after jet of semen deep into her quivering body filling her to capacity until their combined fluids sloshed messily out of her to puddle onto the top of the washer.

"Ohhhhh.....that was.........." Buffy murmured against his sweat-dampened shoulder when she was able to breath again.

"So goddamned good." Spike finished for her as he gently pulled himself from her, both groaning at the loss of contact, and pulled her into his arms.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." Buffy hummed against his skin as she listened to the rapid beating of his heart.

Resting his head atop of her own, for a moment, Spike sighed contentedly before asking, "How bout a swim luv?"

"Sounds about right," She answered as he picked her up from the washer and set her on her feet before picking up his soiled, discarded shirt and wiping the fluids from himself and her inner thighs as well as the machine.

"The love machine." He chuckled to himself as he dropped the shirt back onto the floor before catching her look of curiosity.

"The washer, I now dub it, the love machine." His blue eyes sparkled as he grinned at Buffy.

"Hmmm...funny I was just thinking the same thing about you." She joked as she took his hand in hers and pulled him along to the blue liquid haven outdoors, the clothes on the floor all but forgotten.



TBC





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