Laughter rang out as the Scooby Gang strolled home from the Bronze, the two
couples walking close together while Buffy kept a watchful eye on the shadows
around them. They'd been telling Oz about Xander's infatuation with a praying
mantis, making sure to elaborate on every embarrassing detail. Buffy enjoyed
watching Xander squirm; he'd been getting on her nerves a lot lately. She
flipped a stake through her fingers as she walked, her mind wandering back to
Spike, as it always did, wondering if he thought about her, if he missed her.
Shaking her head, she turned back to the conversation with a question.
"Has anyone noticed that Giles is acting strange lately? He just doesn't seem
like himself." She was struck by the irony of her statement. Giles wasn't the
only one not himself. Well, at least it would give them someone else besides her
to wonder about.
Willow's brow furrowed. "I've noticed. Every time I come into the library, he
seems so...jumpy. Well, jumpier than usual, anyway." It bothered her, his
distant behavior, as if whatever was troubling him had to do with her. She
couldn't think of anything that she might have done to make him act this way.
Oz squeezed her hand, seeing the worry on her face. "Maybe there's some new
evil on the horizon. That's always a possibility. You know, geographically
"That would be nice." Willow looked at them guiltily. "Not that I think evil
would be nice, 'cause I don't. Evil is bad...I hate evil. But it would be nice
to have a simple explanation for Giles' weirdness."
Buffy stiffened. "Well, it looks like evil is going to rear its ugly head
anyway. There are vamps up ahead." She nodded toward the school campus, feeling
her spider sense creep down her spine. Excitement coursed through her at the
prospect of some action. "Everybody armed?" Without waiting for an answer, Buffy
set off for the school, almost skipping with eagerness.
"Heads up, mate. We've got company." He nodded in the direction of the
corner, expecting to see her any minute now. From the sound of things, she
wasn't alone. Spike wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or just another
"Keep the others from interfering. And no matter what happens, stay out of
Buffy rounded the corner and stopped short, the sight of him sitting there
leaving her breathless. From behind her came a startled squeak as Willow
realized who was sitting on the car.
"Buffy! Th-that's Spike!" Willow tugged on her arm, panic stricken. "As in
walking around, no wheelchair, out for revenge Spike!"
Carefully disengaging herself, Buffy tried to calm the hacker. "Relax, Will.
Two of them, five of us. And odds are, old Spikey isn't up to his full strength
yet." Trying to ignore the pounding of her heart, she slowly walked forward,
eyes locked on his.
A cocky grin lit up Spike's face. "Well, well, if it isn't the Slayer. Long
time no see." Too fucking long. If I'm not careful, I'll get a bloody hard on
and embarrass myself. He sat up and slid gracefully off of the car.
Buffy's eyes were drawn to the planes of his face, the hard lines of his
body. The tension in her own body intensified as she stared at the man she
loved. And wanted. Wanted desperately, with a hunger whose force never failed to
surprise her. Time seemed to stretch on until another squeak from Willow
reminded her that they had an audience. Plastering a derisive smirk on her face,
she took a step forward, turning her stake casually in her hands.
"Not long enough, Spike," she said, the heat in her eyes belying her words.
"Out of the chair, huh? Guess I'll have to do a better job this time around."
Spike laughed, then answered in a silky purr. "Can't keep a good vampire
down, luv. I'm looking forward to you trying, though."
The electricity between them crackled in the night air, but only the two of
them knew that it was from desire, not animosity. It was all Buffy could do to
keep from flinging herself into his arms and ripping off every stitch of his
clothing. Anxious for a distraction, she flicked her gaze toward Spike's
"Cute fledgling. Is he yours?"
"Now, now, Slayer. You know I never bite and tell." He ran his eyes up and
down her body, lips quirking up in an insolent smile.
Son of a bitch! I'm gonna wipe that smirk right off his face! She knew he
needed loyal minions, but it still irritated her. She was supposed to keep him
from doing these things and his activities made her feel like a traitor.
The others watched as Slayer and Master vampire traded quips. The two began
circling each other, edging away from the group. Spike indicated the stake with
a nod of his head.
"Do we really need weapons for this, pet?"
With a feral grin, Buffy tossed the stake aside. "I don't need weapons to
kick your ass, Bleach Boy."
Spike laughed sarcastically, moving slowly backward until they were in the
middle of the campus lawn. "Oh, I'm scared. You want a piece of me, you'd better
come and get it, little girl."
Buffy advanced on him, every muscle coiled tightly and poised to spring. Her
body needed release and a fight was almost as good as sex. Almost.
"I've been itching for a good fight all week. Those pathetic vamps you tried
to turn weren't much of a challenge."
"Actually, those belonged to Darius. He's quite pissed off at you, by the
way. You should know, pet, that when I turn someone, they stay that way." He
could see the fire in her eyes and it excited him even more. If he couldn't fuck
her, he'd definitely settle for fighting.
Without warning, Buffy spun suddenly, catching him in the face with a
perfectly timed kick. His head snapped back, but he recovered quickly, blocking
the punch that followed. Grabbing her wrist, Spike tried to pull her close, but
she twisted out of his grasp and dropped to the ground, sweeping his legs. He
went down hard, rolling away before she could stomp him with her foot. Spike
rose fluidly to his feet and they faced off again, sizing each other up for
their next move.
The Slayer's friends watched anxiously from the road, crosses in hand, as the
two fighters came together in a flurry of kicks and punches, neither one holding
anything back. More than two weeks of sexual frustration tried desperately to
find an outlet in the violence, but instead of squelching their desire, the
fight only served to fan the flames. Each blow was like an electric shock
wherever they touched. Their bodies unconsciously sought out closer contact,
until their fighting was little more than a wrestling match.
Xander watched impatiently from the sidelines. "What the hell is she doing?
Why doesn't she stake his undead ass and be done with it?"
He couldn't understand why Buffy was letting Spike get so close. Or why he
felt strangely turned on watching them. His eyes followed their every move,
vowing that he'd get past the vamp in front of him and enter the fray himself.
Almost out of control, Spike swept Buffy's legs out from under her and
slammed her to the ground, landing between her legs. He stared down into wild
eyes that mirrored his own need. He could smell her arousal and his demon edged
ever closer to the surface. Pinning her arms above her head, he pressed his
painful erection into the junction between her thighs, eliciting a gasp of
pleasure from her lips.
"I want to fuck you so badly, Slayer. You have no idea what I've been going
through these last couple of weeks." His voice was barely above a growl, the
muscle in his cheek twitching as he fought to keep his lust in check.
Buffy gazed up at him hotly, her senses whirling. "Mutual."
With a groan, Spike morphed. Quick as a cobra strike, he nicked her throat
with his fangs, neatly lapping up the blood.
The Scooby Gang watched in terror as their friend was pinned helplessly
beneath the vampire. Willow screamed as Spike bent his head for what they
assumed was a killing blow. As one, they surged forward, ready to stake the
fledgling and rush to her aid.
Willow's scream jolted Buffy into action, making her realize that they'd soon
be coming to her rescue. "Spike."
He raised his head and looked at her dazedly, licking the blood from his
"Make this look good." She hooked her legs under his and heaved with her
lower body, throwing him over her head. She rolled and produced a stake from her
sleeve, trying to calm her breathing.
Spike leaped to his feet, snarling. "I thought we said no weapons, pet."
Buffy smiled. "I lied."
"This isn't over, Slayer. Not by a long shot." He made sure that his voice
carried so that the others could hear.
"I'm counting on it not being over, Spike. Now get your ass out of here
before I change my mind and turn you into dust." She watched as he backed away,
letting him get in his car and drive off. With a heavy sigh, she walked toward
her friends, still high from the fight and sexual tension.
Xander pounced as soon as she reached them. "What the hell was that? I can't
believe you didn't kill him when you had the chance!" He was so angry with her,
he almost couldn't see straight.
"I didn't have the chance, it was a close fight." She didn't want to be here
anymore. All she wanted to do was go home, take a hot shower, and try to relieve
herself, yet again.
Xander grabbed her arm. "Didn't have a chance, my ass! He could have killed
Buffy yanked her arm out of his grasp. "Back off, Xander! That was the best
fight I've had in weeks. You have no idea how bored I've been lately. I just
needed to let off steam."
Willow reached out and touched Buffy's neck. "You're bleeding, Buffy. He bit
Buffy shrugged her off. "It's just a scratch, it's nothing. I'm fine." She
looked at the group, unable to take any more of their concern. "I'm going home,
okay? I need a shower and some sleep. Do you mind going the rest of the way
Xander was about to protest when Willow jumped in. She could see how wired
Buffy still was, and knew that Xander was about to get royally stomped if she
didn't separate them.
"It's fine, Buffy. Go on home. I'll call you tomorrow."
Willow watched as the other girl said a quick goodbye and left, concern
furrowing her brow. She wished that there was something she could do, some way
to find out what was going on with her friend. With a sigh, she grabbed Oz's
hand and turned to go, worried about the friction that seemed to permeate their
group lately. She hoped that things would return to normal soon. Whatever that
Buffy raced home, adrenaline flowing through her as she ran. Her whole body
was on fire, throbbing with unreleased passion. Reaching her house, she climbed
through her bedroom window before remembering that her mother was gone for the
weekend. Another buying trip. Instead of feeling abandoned, Buffy was relieved.
The only person she wanted to see was Spike. He was the only one who could calm
the pulsing, burning need that coursed beneath her skin.
Spike swung by the mansion to drop off...Tom? Bill? Steve? Steve, that's it!
Turning the car around, he drove as fast as inhumanly possible to the Slayer's
house. He was done dicking around with playing it safe. He wanted her and he was
going to have her; he didn't give a fuck about the consequences. His hard on had
only partially subsided after the fight; now the very thought of her started it
surging back to life.
After parking a block away, Spike ran until he found himself standing in her
yard. He noted the absence of her mother's jeep, grateful that the woman spent
so much time ignoring her daughter. They had two weeks to make up for, and he
wouldn't appreciate any interruptions. He quickly climbed the tree and slipped
through the open window.
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Buffy turned to see him standing there and froze for the briefest of
seconds before launching herself at him. Spike caught her easily as she wrapped
her legs around his waist, their mouths hungrily searching and finding, hands
ripping at the clothing that seperated them. The buttons flew from her blouse as
he wrenched it open, grabbing and tearing her bra between her breasts. Buffy
grasped his t-shirt at the collar and yanked, rending it neatly down the middle.
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Moans of frenzied lust echoed in the room as bare skin came together,
cold against hot. Spike reached under her skirt and shredded the scrap of fabric
covering her mound as Buffy frantically undid the fastening on his jeans,
releasing him. He turned, slamming her against the wall as he impaled her on his
painfully hard cock. The violence of their fight carried over into their
lovemaking as all of the aggression poured itself into every thrust of their
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite conciousness
"S-P-I-K-E!" Buffy screamed as she felt him pounding into her, clawing at
his back and drawing blood.
"FUCK!" As the scent hit him, his face changed, yellow eyes boring into hers.
He lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting down. Buffy's
hands came up to grip his hair, pressing herself further into his mouth. The
orgasm ripped through them both at the same time, suddenly, violently, catching
them both by surprise.
Buffy sobbed with relief as she felt his cock surge inside her, echoing her
own spasms. Spike continued suckling at her breast, lapping at the drops of
blood that dripped from the puncture wound. His fingers gripped her ass,
bruising her flesh as they leaned against the wall, trembling from the force of
their release. Reluctantly, he pulled away from her breast and looked up into
her flushed face.
Your favourite slave
Buffy reached up, stroking his cheek with the back of her hand. His
features melted back into his human visage and he brushed his lips across hers
"Slayer..." Uncertainty clouded his face- that, and a reluctance to voice his
feelings. Buffy understood, feeling overwhelmed by what had just transpired. She
kissed him back, softly at first, then with deepening passion as desire for him
On shaking legs, Spike carefully eased away from the wall and walked toward
the bed, still buried deep inside her. He set her down and slowly removed the
rest of her clothing. Yanking off his jeans, he joined Buffy on the bed and
began worshipping her with his lips and tongue.
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Everything faded away as they lost themselves in each other. Eyes meeting
as fingertips grazed sensitive skin. Whispered words of longing between kisses.
Now that their first frenzied coupling was over, they moved with infinite
slowness, trying to make every touch last an eternity. Spike could feel her all
around him, enveloped by her scent, her very essence. He belonged to her; she
owned him completely and no amount of time spent apart could change that. It was
pointless to try to deny it.
Buffy felt him enter her, slowly, teasingly, filling her inch by inch until
he was fully sheathed in her warmth. She tasted the salt of his skin, breathed
him in, reveling in that musky scent that was his alone. At that moment, she
couldn't imagine anything else, couldn't imagine life beyond this room, this bed
- this man, moving inside her with a rhythm as familiar as her own name. Without
him, she'd felt as though she would splinter into a million pieces. She needed
him to feel whole again...human again.
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
Spike looked down at her face, wondering what she saw in him, if she saw
something that no one else did. Did his feelings show as plainly as hers did?
Could she tell how desperately he needed her?
He just wanted to stay inside her forever, surrounded by her softness. Apart
from each other, their demons raged and screamed, as though nothing could tame
them, two restless spirits searching for peace and only finding it when joined
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Their passion burned brighter as the friction increased. No longer
content to take things slow, their bodies slammed against each other harder and
harder as they climbed the peak again. Cries of pleasure pierced the air,
punctuated by the sounds of flesh smacking together. Spike laced his fingers in
hers, holding Buffy's hands over her head as he drove into her.
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
She arched against him, taking his cock as deep as it would go. Spike's
mouth came down on hers as his body began to shake, signalling his impending
release. He thrust hard against her sensitive clit until he felt her start to
spasm around him. Growling, he poured his seed into Buffy's hot channel,
listening to her repeat his name over and over as she rode her own climax. Spike
tightened his grip on her hands, trying to hold on as he lost all sense of time
and space. He felt her squeezing back, saw his own dazed look mirrored in her
eyes, and knew then that he never wanted to let go.
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror Your favorite slave
I'm hanging on your words
Living on your breath
Feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
She was running through the trees, branches catching at her hair,
scratching her arms. Her long dress snagged on the forest's undergrowth. Which
way? She had to remember - *Oh please, let this be the right path!* Nothing
mattered except finding him; she had to reach him before the others. They would
kill him...slowly, painfully. Her love, the other half of her soul.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she looked around desperately, trying to
get her bearings. No! She screamed her frustration. Everything looked the same!
Tears streamed down her face. She'd never reach him in time. He was going to die
and it was all her fault. *I'm so sorry, my love, please forgive me!* The sense
of hopelessness and despair overwhelmed her.
"SPIKE!" Suddenly awake, Buffy frantically reached out for him. A pair of
strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. Her whole body trembled
from the nightmare. It had seemed so real that she almost expected to see the
scratches on her arms. Prophecy? Dear God, she hoped not.
"I'm here, luv." He kissed her forehead. "Bad dream?" Her face was wet with
tears. He'd just drifted off when she had begun talking in her sleep. In fluent
"I was running. They were going to kill you...and I couldn't get there fast
enough." Buffy pressed against him as though she were afraid he'd disappear.
"Who's 'they', pet?"
"I-I don't know. I never saw them. I just...knew they were there." The
thought of losing him terrified her and she buried her face in his chest,
rubbing her cheek against his cool skin.
Spike's arms tightened, his fingers threading through her hair in a
comforting motion. Gradually, the shaking ceased and her breathing became
"You were talking in your sleep. In French. Do you remember?"
Buffy shook her head. "Did I say the cow should touch me from Thursday?"
"Never mind. Anyway, I can't speak French. I'm failing French."
Spike shrugged. "Maybe you should have a talk with your teacher, luv. You
spoke it well enough a few minutes ago."
"And you understood me? What did I say?"
Spike hesitated. Had she really been dreaming about him? She'd used the word
love. Several times. *In for a penny, in for a pound, as Gram always said.*
"You said something about losing your love, your soul - no, the other part of
your soul." Her soul? What did that mean? What else had she said? Oh, right.
"You said, 'Je regrette, mon amour, je te prie de me pardonner, s'il te plait-
I'm sorry, my love, I beg you, please forgive me'...I think. You were talking so
bloody fast, I couldn't catch all of it."
She couldn't believe she'd said those things out loud. She'd referred to
Spike as 'her love'. And what was that stuff about her soul? *Maybe my
subconscious is reacting to all of the research we've been doing. That must be
it, but how could I possibly have been speaking French?*
Buffy ran her hand over his chest. "I didn't know you spoke French."
"Before I met Angelus, I was 'involved' with a French whore. And I spent a
lot of time in Europe. You tend to pick stuff up here and there." Her hand was
drifting lower, moving across his stomach. Spike stifled a groan as he felt
himself growing hard again. "Pet..."
Buffy turned her head and licked his nipple. "What time is it?" she murmured.
Looking over at the clock, Spike swore. "Almost four. I'd better-"
"Don't go." She stared up at him, pleading with her eyes. "Stay with me."
"Slayer..." Leaving her bed was the last thing he wanted to do, but stay all
day? In the Slayer's house? Within seconds, the decision was made for him.
A warm hand wrapped itself around his cock and began stroking him. Spike
growled as Buffy rubbed her thumb over the slit, lubricating him with his own
precum. She quickly straddled him, lowering herself onto his waiting shaft. Her
lips found his jugular and her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin as she
rode him, bringing him close to the edge.
Spike thrust upward mindlessly, his hands cupping her breasts, pinching the
nipples between his fingers. *Christ! She never plays fair...the little minx.
"SLAYER!" She was squeezing him with her muscles, concentrating only on
making him come. He slipped his hand between them, fingering her slippery clit.
"Come with me, love. I need to feel you..." He wanted to feel her come, loved
the way she tightened around him when she found her release.
Her breath quickened as she rocked against him, driving the nightmare from
her mind the only way she knew how. With his touch.
"Ooooh god, Spike...I lov-"
He silenced her with his mouth, absorbing her words as he kissed her. A
strangled scream rose in her throat as his expert fingers worked their magic,
bringing her to a swift climax. As soon as he felt her convulse, Spike let go,
throwing his head back as he released his seed in pulsing spurts.
"AAAAAHHHHH, BUFFFYYY!" His cock continued to twitch as she drained him,
pressing down hard on his stomach to keep him inside her.
Nothing could compare to how it felt when he came inside her, that swelling,
throbbing sensation as his cool semen flooded her. It made her feel so
incredibly good- warm, powerful...loved. In that one brief moment, there was
nothing but fire and ice, skin and sweat...the sound of their passion. Complete
and utter rapture.
Sighing, Spike kissed her swollen lips before she collapsed against him.
"You win, luv. I'll stay." Free will seemed to drain away in her presence,
but at least he knew he wouldn't be restless with her by his side. Now that they
were together again, that peaceful calm had settled over him and he wanted to
Buffy kissed him softly. "Thank you."
She got up from the bed and went out into the hall to the linen closet to get
blankets for the windows. Later, she'd go out and get him some packaged blood.
He'd probably complain, but at least he'd have something to eat. Buffy smiled.
He was going to spend the day with her. That was all that mattered.
Buffy and Spike had finally drifted off to sleep -mercifully dreamless- and
now lay in a tangle of limbs, her hair splayed across his chest. The two lovers
slumbered peacefully, cocooned in the warmth and darkness of the room, until a
sound invaded the stillness, causing Buffy to groan and roll over.
*What's that noise? The doorbell? Shit!* She eased out of bed carefully,
trying not to wake Spike. As she turned to look for her robe, a hand suddenly
grabbed her wrist.
"Where are you going?" His eyes were still closed, as if asleep. He'd known
the minute she'd moved from his side, coming awake instantly.
"The doorbell's ringing."
"Ignore the bloody thing and come back to bed," he growled, tugging her down
on top of him. Buffy laughed. "I can't, it's probably Willow. She said she'd
check on me. I'll talk to her and come right back."
"Ten minutes, or I'm coming after you."
Spike released her and watched as she threw on her robe. *Christ, she's so
fucking beautiful.* The bell was still ringing insistently, making him want to
break the finger that was responsible. He growled again, bringing more laughter
from the Slayer. She blew him a kiss and ran downstairs, opening the door just
as Willow was about to give up and walk away.
Willow stared at Buffy's attire. "Oh, Buffy...I woke you. I'm sorry, I
thought you'd be up, it's after 10:00..."
"It's okay, Willow. Come on in." Buffy waved her through the door and into
the living room.
"I was on my way to the library and I thought I'd see if you wanted to come
"Not today. I'm going to stay in bed and be completely decadent." *In more
ways than one.* "I think I need to, after last night."
"Buffy, I've never seen you like that before. You were so...you usually just
fight, stake 'em and move on. But with Spike, it was like you enjoyed it, like
you didn't want to stop." Willow wasn't sure if she was saying it right.
Buffy smiled. "I did enjoy it, Will. There hasn't been anything going on for
weeks now and it was great to finally have someone who could last more than two
minutes. Sometimes I just have all of this bottled up energy and I need to let
it out. I can't do that with Giles, I'd hurt him."
Willow nodded. "I understand, I think. We've just been so worried about you,
what with everything that happened with Angel- "
"I know. And I'm sorry for driving you all crazy with the research and
everything. I can't explain it, I just know that it's important, somehow."
"Are you sure you don't want to come with me?"
"I'm sure. I'd only be in the way." She was up, though, so maybe it wouldn't
be a bad idea to run out and get Spike something to eat. "I do have an errand to
run, though. How about if I walk with you part of the way?"
The redhead smiled. "That would be great."
"Just let me throw some clothes on."
Buffy ran upstairs to her room. She stopped and stared at the lean, naked
body sprawled across her bed, her eyes following the play of muscles in his back
as he stretched. *God, he's incredible, I could look at him all day.* She shook
her head. *Clothes, get dressed, Willow's waiting.*
"Spike?" She watched as he rolled over and opened one eye.
"Get back into bed, Slayer."
"Are you hungry?" She made sure not to get too close. If he touched her,
she'd never leave.
"Hungry for you. Take that bloody thing off and get over here." He opened his
other eye, piercing her with his gaze. "Now."
"Spike, I'm serious. I should go and get you some
thing to eat. I'm up anyway and it'll only take a few minutes." He sighed
dramatically. She was right, he WAS hungry. "Well, I suppose it's only fair,
since you made me work up an appetite. Go to Willy's, he's got the best stock.
And I want human, not swine. Pig's blood may have been good enough for Brood
Boy, but it's not my cup of tea."
Buffy glared at him. "Anything else, Mr. Bossy?"
Spike grinned. "Yeah, come here and kiss me proper." Against her better
judgement, Buffy walked to the bed, yelping when he grabbed her and pulled her
down beside him. Their tongues battled ferociously for a moment, before she tore
herself away, gasping.
"I have to go, Willow's waiting."
"You know, pet, maybe you should take a shower first so that you don't have
every dog in the neighborhood following you, like in that Stone Temple Pilots
song." At her questioning look, he explained. "You smell like you've been
shagging six ways from Sunday. Which you have." He laughed at her red face. "Of
course, if I had my way, you'd never wash."
Buffy smacked him. "Eeeewwwww! I'll go tell Willow to wait a few more minutes." She hurried to tell the hacker she was jumping into the shower and ran for the bathroom.