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Chapter Eight

Spike shuffled the papers in front of him, wondering what the hell Buffy was doing in the next room. She'd shooed him out of their bedroom, telling him she needed to get ready.

"For what?" he'd asked.

She gave him an impish grin and simply said, "you'll see."

His mate had something up her sleeve and he was sure it was something just a bit naughty. He could smell her arousal wafting to him. It was driving him nuts. He was ready to tear the door down if she didn't come out soon so he could—

"Oh Professor," she called out to him.

He grinned. Kitten wanted to play. Bolting from his seat he stalked to the
door, keeping his control in check.

He rapped on the door lightly. "Can I come in pet?"

"Please do Professor."

Smirking he swung the door open and felt his knees slightly buckle. Buffy
stood across the room in thigh high white tights, a short blue and green
plaid pleated skirt that fell just below her goodies and wore a white,
transparent cardigan. Her hair was done up in pig tails and she held a ruler
in her hand while sucking on a lollipop.

"I've been a very naughty student, professor," she told him coyly.

Spike started to slowly stalk her, his jeans feeling unbearably tight.

"Have you now?"

She nodded, plastering an innocent expression on her beautiful face. "I
haven't done any of my homework and when I think of you . . . " she trailed
off, batting her eyelashes.

He stood in front of her and toyed with the edge of her skirt. "Please finish
that thought Miss Summers."

"All I can think of is you taking me on a desk," she purred.

Spike closed his eyes. He was going to have a hard time reigning himself in
to play this little game of hers at this rate. "Naughty little girl," he
whispered.

"Don't you just wanna spank me?"

His control snapped. Hauling her up against him, he grabbed the ruler from
her and lifted the back of her skirt, rapping on her bottom with the ruler.
Lightly enough not to hurt her, but hard enough to feel the slight sting of it.
Buffy responded by letting out a little yelp and then grinding herself against
his erection.

Lifting her, he carried her to the bed and made sure to set her down
gently. The animal part of him wanted to toss her on the bed and pound
into her. He knew he couldn't do that though. He watched as she flipped
onto her stomach and started to crawl to the headboard. He grabbed her
hips and knelt on the bed, stilling her movements. Running his hand up her
bare legs and over her bottom that was now pink, he pulled her closer
against him so she could feel his erection nestling against her ass. Pulling
her up so she was flush against his chest he ran his hand down her front
while turning her head to kiss him.

He bit her lips lightly and gloried in her moan. He dipped his hand under
her skirt and found her already wet and dripping pussy, and teased her,
sliding his finger along her slit. She bucked her hips against him, seeking
contact.

"Want more?" he asked huskily.

"Mmmm…"

"Beg."

"Please Professor, more. Make me cum."

Finding where the skirt was Velcroed on the side, he ripped it away from
her and she gasped. Running his hands up her cardigan, he cupped her
breasts and teased the nipples with the pads of his fingers until they were
hard. Undoing the cardigan, he pushed it off her and sucked on her neck as
one hand toyed with her breasts and the other dived between her legs. This
time, he stroked her clit, just bringing her to the brink. He wanted her to
beg again.

"Spike…Professor….please," she panted.

Putting his fingers in his mouth, he tasted her essence and moaned. God,
she tasted so good. She surprised him by spinning around and undoing his
jeans. Taking his cock out she stroked it and his head fell back. When he felt
her mouth take him in, he snapped to attention and watched as her lips,
tainted red from the lolly, moved up and down his shaft. His control had
been on the brink and now he was near combustion. He lightly tugged on
her pig tails and brought her mouth up to his, devouring her. He wanted to
cum while deep inside her. Spinning her back around, she went down on all
fours and looked over her shoulder.

"Do it Professor. Take me," she commanded.

He didn't need to be told twice and thrust into her wetness. She fit him like
a glove.

"Uh, yeah…" he breathed and started to thrust. "Made for me you were,"
he murmured.

She pushed back at him and he grabbed her hips, setting the pace.

Bending over, he left kisses on her back, tasting her skin, running his
tongue around it.

"Oh god…" she moaned and he could tell she was close.

"Buffy. . . love you…love you so much…feel so good. So hot…tight…wet…"

"Mmm…all for you . . . "

"Mine…" he grunted and pulled her up against him as he started to move
faster.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Say it."

"Bite…me….and I will."

In a flash his fangs sank into her, tugging on her blood. Feeling her essence
pour in his mouth. He tasted her love, he purity of heart, her everything.
"Mine!" He growled and felt her walls tighten around him. "Say it!"

"Yours!" she screamed and came all around him. Her orgasm triggered his
and he came hard, nearly blacking out with the pleasure of it. Laving her
marks with his tongue lightly, he started to come down and turned her
head to kiss him, stroking her skin gently to bring her back down to Earth.

"Bloody amazing Buffy," he told her.

"Next time, I really want your desk."

He chuckled deeply, "I can make it happen baby. I WILL make it happen."



Spike was still thinking of his wild claiming of Buffy as his students finished
up the impromptu quiz he'd prepared for them. It'd been a full week so far
and he loved it. He loved that he was doing something that he loved and
that he was supporting his family. Unlife didn't get any better than having
Buffy, a child on the way and a career in which to support his family. He
frowned. It could get better however if her dreams could be explained.
Also, he'd felt a difference in her lately. Sometimes he'd catch her just
staring off into space pensively, and when he'd ask her what she was
thinking of, she'd shrug it off. Her mood swings had been frequently
changing and along with it he'd noticed an air of desperation about her. As if
she was afraid to let him out of her sight. It was so unlike Buffy that Spike
found himself more than just a little worried. He'd called Giles that day
while she'd taken her afternoon nap and told him he needed to find
something out about her dreams and quick. He was afraid Buffy knew more
than she was letting on—possibly more than she thought she knew. He
distinctly remembered a time when she'd had a bad feeling and Dru had
showed up to kill her. The idea sent dread rushing through him.

"Professor? Could I talk to you for a minute?"

He looked up to see his class had gone, leaving their papers on his desk as
he'd requested. All but one. Tara McClay. His best student. The girl was
quiet, shy and brilliant. She brought out a protectiveness in Spike rarely
felt for anyone beyond his family.

"Yes Tara? And please call me Spike."

She smiled shyly and blushed. Endearing, really. He smiled back at her and
stood, gathering the papers.

"There's something I've been wanting – and needing- to talk to you
about."

"Oh?" He stopped and waited.

She stood straight then, seeming to gather her courage. She looked him
straight in the eye. "You're a vampire aren't you?"

He couldn't move, couldn't think. He stared at her, trying to find someway
to deny it, trying to will his vocal cords to work.

"But you have a soul don't you?"

He continued to stare.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You're probably wondering how I know."
Now she looked sheepish again. "I know because. . . well, because. . . I'm the
Slayer."

A/N: thank you guys so much for the reviews, especially to those that have gone back to You Mean the World to Me to read this story. It means so much to me. I love to hear what you guys think. I hope you stick with me on this, I promise to make it worth your while. :)





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