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"I want to see you," she whispers huskily. "Let me see you." He pulls out of her and whips her around, driving into her once again. Pumping into her fiercely, he grasps her hips in a tight hold. Reaching up, she puts her hands on his shoulders. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are tightly shut.

"Look at me," she says. He doesn't respond, just pumps harder inside her. Buffy leans forward and bites his nipple, rolling it between her teeth. His pace increases even more, and she knows he is going to come. His eyes are still closed.

"Look at me, " she hisses. He won't do it, just keeps stroking inside her, working toward his release. She clenches every single one of her Slayer muscles tight around him. He gasps, and his eyes popping open as he comes. Spike moans, pulling her up to him as he rides out his orgasm. She pushes him over and lies on top of him, still joined together.

Spike lies on his back, looking very relaxed and extremely confused. "What the hell were you thinking, goading me on and letting me bite you? I could have killed you. But I never felt that I had drained you. I don't really understand." He tips her neck to the side and looks. Small faint red marks are the only sign of what had occurred.

"I know you'd never hurt me," says Buffy. "I trust you."

"Trust me? You had the deinvite done on your house. Then you didn't come round for a week. What the hell kind of impression do you think that made?" he asks.

Buffy runs her fingers through his hair, kissing him softly on the lips. "I was afraid that I was falling for you. I was afraid that if I saw you I would tell you, so I couldn't be near you."

Spike looks up at her, smiling. "But I knew already, love. I felt it when we made love. I knew it. I could feel it in my bones. But you-"His expression dims. "But you made a lie of that. How was I supposed to know what was real and what was lies?"

"I'm sorry," says Buffy. "I was hurting and I didn't know how to deal with it. I was hurting so badly, and I was afraid to hurt even more." She rolls next to him in the bed, putting her head on his shoulder. Grabbing his hand, she interlaces their fingers. "All the big crazy nookie action, and we have never even held hands, " she says with a smile.

"We did when we were under Willow's engagement spell," says Spike. "I loved the warmth of your tiny little hands." Spike kisses her knuckles gently. "I hated her for that," he says, rolling onto his side. "It was like getting this amazing gift. Feeling your love. It cloaked me, protected me, and made everything seem so happy and right. Then poof, it was gone, and you hated me. It hurt, really hurt. I don't think it ever stopped hurting, the loss of your love." She traces lazy spirals all over his chest, loving the freedom to touch him.

"You have it back. You have it for real, because it's not a spell, this time," says Buffy. She draws her finger down his cheekbone. "It can't be broken. It won't ever, ever end."

He rolls on top of her. "You're mine?" he asks.

"I'm yours."

"Cross your heart?" he says, tilting his head at her.

Buffy makes a little cross gesture over her heart. "Hope to die." They both frown. "Well," said Buffy," already took care of the death part. Don't want to do it again any time soon."

"Better not," growls Spike. They kiss deeply, savoring the sensation of being together.

"I came here with a proposition for you," says Buffy. "Right now, Slayer," he says, "I'm going to make you come. Then you can proposition me as much as you like." He pulls her to him again, frantic with the need to claim her as his own. For the first time, they really make love. Free of subterfuge and fear, they give the best of themselves to each other.
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Spike pulls into the driveway of the Summers home. Slamming the door of the Desoto shut, he strides up the sidewalk carrying a box of candy. Dawn pulls the door open, sticking her head out. "You're here! I thought I heard your car." Spying the candy, she asks, "Is that for me or for Buffy?"

"For you, little bit," he says with a smile. She takes the candy and kisses his cheek.

"Surprise!" yells Buffy, as she pelts him with confetti.

"Surprise," says Dawn, joining in the fun.

Spike laughs. Hanging over the stairs is a little banner that reads: "Welcome Home, Spike!"
Buffy and Dawn hug him. Trapped between the two women he loves, he closes his eyes in contentment, savoring the moment. "We made you spicy wings and bought you beer!� says Dawn cheerily. �Come on in the dining room!" She drags Spike through the living room, with Buffy following closely behind.

The three of them sit down at the table. A platter of wings, a pizza, sodas and a beer sit on the table. A small gift-wrapped box sits there also.

"Open it," said Buffy Spike opens the gift. Inside the box is a little plastic key chain. It holds a portrait of Dawn on one side and Buffy on the other. On the chain is a key to the house.

"Thank you," says Spike, genuinely touched. He pulls Buffy's present out of his duster pocket.
Opening the small slim box, she reveals a tiny, feminine gold wristwatch. Buffy smiles at Spike, pleased with the gift. "Read the inscription, " he says.

Buffy flips over the watch. It is engraved with "B- It's about time- S." Spike takes it from her, slipping it on her wrist. They share a private look.

"Buffy already tossed out half the junk you dropped off in the U-Haul," says Dawn, picking through the box of chocolates.

Spike looks at the sisters, a grin on his face. "Looks like I got everything I need right here."

The sound of their laughter spills all through the house.

-TBC-