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She turned towards him and nibbled his lower lip. He sighed and shut his eyes with pleasure. �I�m not sleepy,� she said, as she threw her leg over his and slipped him inside her. She pulled him onto her, grabbing his ass in her hands. �Please fuck me,� she said quietly.

�What did you say?� he said, startled.

�Please fuck me,� she said louder, enunciating every syllable. He grabbed her wrists, pinning her to the bed.

�Say it again,� he said huskily, panting with desire.

Buffy squirmed underneath him as she clenched and unclenched the muscles around his cock. �I want you to fuck me, Spike,� she said breathily,�fuck me hard.� She gave him a seductive look. She gasped as he pulled her legs tightly around him.

�You�re playing with matches, you naughty girl,� he growled. He pounded into her mercilessly. �You�re going to start a fire. I�m going to burn you real good.� The headboard pounded rhythmically against the wall with every thrust.

Xander and Willow stumbled out of the elevator and down the hall to her room. �Here you go, Will,� he said, �home sweet home.� She pulled her keycard from her pocket. She stuck it in the lock, and tried to open the door. �It�s broken,� she said.

�I know how to do this,� he said, fumbling. He took the card and pulled it in and out of the lock several times, finally hitting the green light and turning the knob at the same time. The door opened and they tumbled in. �Here you are, little lady,� he slurred. �Time for you to mosey on up to that big old bed and ride off into the sleepy sunset.�

�I need to go to the bathroom,� she said awkwardly.

�Well, that�s my cue to go,� he said as he turned away.

�I�m going to be sick,� she said, as she moved abruptly and knocked into a pedestal vase on a table. Xander dove for it and caught it just in time. She vomited all over herself, and started to cry. �Oh, no,� she sobbed, �I made a big mess.�

He wrapped his hand around her waist. She threw up again, covering his front. He helped her to the bathroom. �It�s okay, Willow, I�m here,� he said soothingly. He held her hair back while she got sick into the toilet. She continued to cry. �I�m all pukey,� she said as she gestured to her dirty clothes.

�Here, let me help,� Xander said. He pulled off her sodden sweater and skirt and wrapped a towel around her. She continued to heave, and he gently patted her back. When she had settled a bit, she sat on the edge of the tub. �Here, Will,� he said as he handed her a cup of water. He looked through Buffy�s bag on the counter, pulled out two aspirin and passed them to her.

�I can�t drink this,� she said. �I�ll get sick again.� Her hands shook and she almost dropped the water. He stripped off his filthy shirt and sat down. He cradled her in his lap as he placed the pills on her tongue and held the glass to her lips. She finished the glass of water and rested her head against his shoulder. �You�re good to me,� she said as she stroked his chest. �You�ve always been so good to me.�

The smell of her hair, her hand on his chest and the feel of her in his lap was too much for him to take. He became fiercely aroused. �Let�s get you in bed,� he said as he stood up abruptly. She almost fell, and so did he. �Sorry, sorry about that,� he said as he walked her slowly to the bed. She stumbled and fell, and he fell on top of her. His erection pressed against her stomach.

�Is that because of me?� she asked as she tilted her head, a small smile on her lips.

�I�m sorry,� he said as he pulled away. �I can�t help it.� She held him and made him stay. He looked down at her and tried to force down his desire.

�Do you know how many years I thought about this?� she asked. �I always wondered what it would be like to have you look at me the way you are now. I wanted to know what it would be like, to make you want me. I dreamed about how you would feel inside me.� Her eyes shone brightly in the dark.

�That was a long time ago,� he said shakily as he tried to keep it together. �I guess we�ll never know.�

�I really want to know, Xander,� she said softly.

�We can�t do this,� he said, �We have Anya, and Tara.�

�It�s just a dream,� she said as she rubbed her hands down his back. �It�s just a sweet dream of mine, and I bet it�s still your dream too.� She pulled his mouth to hers, and he was lost.

Passion spilled from one of them to the other and kindled a flame that had burned low for years. He drank from her mouth and remembered how good it had always been between them. He slid down her body, tugged off her panties and slipped his tongue inside her. She moaned, and clenched her hands around his shoulders. He licked and sucked at her sweet warmth until she came, her small cries making him grow even harder. �Not here,� he said, �not on the floor.� He carried her awkwardly to the bed as he swayed and tripped slightly.

He dropped her on the pillow and stripped off his pants and underwear. He leaned forward and unhooked the clasp of her bra. The moonlight heightened the whiteness of her skin and made her glow against the dark bedspread. He straddled her, and she stroked him with her hand as he kissed her breasts, lavishing attention on each one. He felt his orgasm coming on, and pushed her hand away.�Are you sure?� he said huskily, not sure he could stop now.

�Please,� she said as she locked her eyes with his. He moved inside her, and she wrapped her arms around him. They kissed slowly, languidly as they made love to each other.

Spike and Buffy sat in the huge tub. She rested her head against his chest as he soaped up her front. �You washed my breasts five times already,� she said. �I�m the squeakiest clean Buffy ever.�

�Quality control, love,� he said, rinsing her off with the washcloth.

�You realize that you are going to pay for sneaking that cigarette,� she said.