Part Six

Spike was the first to awaken. At first he thought he was dreaming. Only in his dreams did he ever wake up with his love snuggled in his arms. He gazed at her face adoringly. She looked so serene in sleep, her long eyelashes curling slightly and her lips in a tiny pout. Spike didn't want to leave her, but at the same time he had to find out how the others were doing. He gently disengaged himself from Buffy's embrace, nearly groaning out loud at the loss of contact, then walked over to his dresser and as quickly as possible pulled on a tank top and shorts.

He opened and shut the door practically silently, then walked down the stairs to where he heard loud conversations occurring. He scanned the room for the Nibblet, who immediately launched herself at him, squealing.

Upstairs, the tiny blonde slayer awoke when she turned over and realized that her newly found love was missing. She was flustered for a moment as she realized that she was naked, and in a room that was decidedly not hers. Instead of the pale yellow of her walls, she was greeted with dark reds and shades of gray. She suddenly remembered the occurrences of the previous night and smiled. Then she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back to her own room in the hotel, where she rummaged through her closet until she found a suitable outfit, pulled it on, brushed and styled her hair, and then ran down the stairs.

Spike and Angel, who were both immersed in conversation, immediately jerked their heads up to gaze at the vision descending the stairs. The short, spaghetti-strapped dress clung to their love in all the right places. Spike shook his head, and with a grin, walked over to her and buried his face in her neck, whispering "You look beautiful, luv." He rubbed her waist with his large hands.

Buffy blushed. "Thanks. And you�" she pulled back to examine his outfit of a tight tank and khaki shorts, "look deliciously alive." He kissed the tip of her nose, then released her.

"Get something to eat, luv. I want to spend the day with you."

The tiny blonde grinned slowly before replying. "And I wanna spend the night�" she pecked his lips, "�with you."

"Um, guys?" came a voice from beside them. "I think we should be getting back to Sunnydale at some point today."

"Xander, do we have to?" Buffy pouted, looking at him.

"Hellmouth can't run itself you know."

A collective sigh came from the group, as they answered in unison, "Oh, all right."

Buffy turned back to Spike. "Looks like our plans have changed, baby." Then she winked. "Doesn't mean we can't spend the night with one another, though�"

Spike grinned lecherously. "I don't think the night will be enough."

"And the night after that, and the night after that�"

~*~*~

That night, after a fairly uneventful patrol, Sunnydale's two slayers were walking hand-in hand back toward Revello drive. Suddenly Spike paused, fishing a cell phone out of his duster pocket. He dialed a number, before having a brief conversation with Willow.

"Hello, Red? Could you spend the night with Dawn? Buffy and I have a lead on a new baddie, and it'll take awhile for the two of us to take down. No, no, we have everything under control. Thanks. We'll see you in the morning."

Buffy raised one perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "New baddie, huh?"

"Just follow me." He took her hand in his once again and led her to the wealthiest residential area in the town, where they entered an apartment building. They rode the elevator up to the top floor, where they got out and Spike pulled a key from his pocket. The door swung open to reveal a beautifully furnished penthouse. Buffy stepped in and gaped at how expensive she knew the place was, wondering how Spike could have possibly paid for it.

"You live for one and a half centuries, you tend to collect some money. Made some good decisions in the stock market a few decades back, with IBM and Microsoft, and now I'm worth almost ten million." He grinned. "But money talk is so very un-sexy, luv. Come with me."

Buffy was led up the stairs into the second floor of the penthouse, where a large bedroom was located, as well as an entertainment center and an enormous bathroom. She paused and asked where the stairs that kept going up led, and he replied, "Roof. Got me a hot tub."

His mouth was on hers in an instant, his tongue coaxing hers to play. He backed her into the bedroom, picking her up and laying her on the king-sized bed that was located there. Hands stroked, tongues danced, and clothing fell away.

Spike's lips traveled lower, to her breasts. He sucked one hard nipple between his lips, circling his tongue around it, before leaving a moist trail of kisses across her chest to the other, perfect nipple. He trailed his mouth and fingertips down her body, pausing to delve his tongue into her navel, before continuing on down. His mouth trailed wet kisses along her inner thigh as his fingers explored. He spread her flesh gently before bringing his mouth to her and laving her with his tongue. He sucked on her sensitive nubbin as he thrust first one, then two, and finally three fingers inside her.

"Spi-ike�" she keened, thrashing from his ministrations. "I need you inside me, baby, please�"

Spike crawled up her body slowly, his mouth and chin glistening from her juices. He locked eyes with her as he lowered his mouth to hers and rubbed the head of his erection against her hot, wet flesh. Buffy thrust her hips up against him, and he sank into her tight, welcoming warmth. His eyes nearly crossed at the feel of her.

He stayed still for a few moments, allowing them to get accustomed to each other, then slowly pulled back, his mouth moving up and down her neck as she clutched the back of his head. He pulled out all the way, bumping his hardness up against her clit, then entered her again. This he did several times, until she couldn't take it anymore and wrapped her legs around his waist tightly, preventing him from exiting her completely. Her hands massaged the muscles of his lower back as he thrust into her slowly, with long, deep strokes, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her first orgasm came without warning, and her juices virtually gushed from her as she clamped down on his hard length. Her muscles fluttered around him as she arched off the bed. The second came a few moments later when he reached down and rubbed her clit with two fingers. She was gasping for breath, milking his cock with her inner muscles, as she raked her fingernails down his back. She cried out. Spike was so overtaken with pleasure from watching his love climax that he reared back and began spurting his hot seed into her welcoming body. He groaned her name as he pumped into her, then collapsed atop her, completely spent.

When he could move again, he rolled them to their sides, allowing her to use his arm as a pillow. Still nestled inside her, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep, and she followed minutes later.

A few hours later, Buffy awoke, feeling a fullness between her legs. She looked at her lover, tentatively lifting her head to see that their bodies were still joined. A millimeter at a time, she lifted off his soft penis, then sat up, for the first time allowing her gaze to explore his beautiful body. He was perfect. She inched away from Spike, then lifted a fingertip and drew it across his well-defined pectoral muscles, before allowing it to travel downward over his abdomen, whose muscles clenched slightly at her touch. Glancing upward to ensure that her lover still slumbered, she trailed her fingers down the fine line of dark hair that began at his navel to his groin, where she combed her fingers through the thick, crinkly hair that grew there.

Her eyes shot back to his face. He still breathed evenly and his eyes remained closed. She lifted her finger and drew the soft pad across his flaccid length. It twitched at the contact, and this encouraged her. She encircled it with her hand, rubbing it up and down as it hardened quickly. A pearly droplet of pre-cum formed and she examined it for a few moments before lowering her head, darting her tongue out to catch it. The taste was tangy, rather salty, but not bad. She lowered her mouth a bit more daringly, licking daintily at the swollen head of his shaft. Spike's breathing went a bit ragged, and she glanced up worriedly. His eyes remained closed.

Buffy took the entire head of his shaft into her mouth, sucking at it and running her tongue around it. One hand came up to massage the heavy testicles that hung below his large cock. She set to work taking as much of his hardness into her mouth as she could, her mouth raising and lowering slightly. This time when she looked up at him, his eyes were open, hot, molten blue boring into her own hazel orbs. She waggled the fingers of her free hand at him before trailing this hand down below the hand that was working his balls. She scratched lightly at the sensitive area just beneath his sac.

Spike's hands clenched at the sheets of the bed as his head lolled around, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. His testicles tightened and raised, and Buffy sucked down harder on his penis, awaiting his climax. Guttural moans escaped his lips, rumbling in his chest. He shouted loudly as he came in her mouth, thrashing and moaning her name over and over. She sucked down his cum greedily, her eyes locked on his face. When he collapsed, limp, she crawled back up his body and snuggled on his chest.

His breathing was ragged for a few minutes, and several times he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Finally, he was able to gasp, "You have fifty years to quit doing that, luv."

Buffy licked his earlobe before asking, "Only fifty? I thought forever sounded better, personally."

She kissed his lips softly, and fell into a deep slumber.

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