Coming Clean Chapter 1 Buffy sat in her English class, doodling on her
notebook and daydreaming. It had been a month since she got back home to
Sunnydale and she still couldn't get Spike out of her mind. Their wild,
passionate night together was burned into her memory for all-time. The way her
skin tingled when he touched her; the way his skin felt sliding against hers;
his stormy blue eyes burning into hers; the way his face looked when he came;
the taste of his skin, mouth and cock; how his lips and tongue felt on her body;
how it felt when he was inside of her...It was all so fresh in her mind. She
longed to see him or just hear his voice again. Buffy had tried to put it in the
past, to not miss him. But her dreams were filled with visions of him. Spike
smirking and beckoning to her; Spike kissing and licking trails over her body;
Spike telling her what wicked things he wanted to do to her, his silky, low
voice sending lightning bolts straight to her sex; Spike naked and laid out
before her like a sinfully delicious buffet; Spike's soft lips curling into a
smile as he brushed them over hers... She even went so far as to call the escort
service he worked for a week after she got home to find out how he was. She had
been surprised to learn that he no longer worked for them. She'd never see him
again. Many a night was spent crying into her pillow for the man she burned for
but could never touch again. It didn't help to think that he didn't think of her
as anything but another client. He had made her feel so special...but that was
his job. Still, Buffy couldn't shake the notion that he felt something for her
too. He had been so tender and, yes, loving with her... She felt like a moron
for developing feelings for him, for craving him like she did. But the fact
remained, she was head over heels in love with a gigolo. 'Other people can have
lots of sex and not have it mean anything, why can't I? Why did I have to fall
in love with him?' "Buffy, could you at least pretend to pay attention?" She
looked up sharply at Mr. Holtz, her English teacher. He was shaking his head at
her with a disapproving expression. All of her classmates' eyes were on her. She
blushed furiously. "Sorry, Mr. Holtz," she mumbled. "I know all of your minds
are on graduation and the upcoming Prom..." Mr. Holtz addressed the class. "But
we still have one more month of school to get through, people. Focus." The class
groaned as he went back to discussing the merits of Dickens' work. Buffy headed
for the library for her free period. Her friends met there everyday to spend
some time together with Mr. Giles (or just plain Giles, as they liked to call
him) the school librarian. He was a bit stuffy, but a very kind and
gentle-mannered man. In the year she'd known him, she'd come to think of him as
a father figure. He was much better than the one that life saw fit to stick her
with. Speaking of father figures...her own father had called when he got the
bill for the weekend. Buffy was scared of his what his reaction would be,
despite how smug she had been in New York. But her father hadn't even complained
about it. He was all, "That's okay, sweetie. I told you to spend and you did. No
problem." Hank Summers hadn't even batted an eyelash about the X-rated movies
Buffy had ordered. Somehow, that was even worse than if he'd bitched at her. She
wanted to get some kind of reaction from him. It was like he didn't care about
anything she did at all. Buffy thought about her return to Sunnydale after that
weekend in New York as she walked to the library. Her girlfriends had known
immediately that she'd 'gotten laid' while she was away. Cordy said that Buffy
had that certain 'glow' about her. They pumped her for details. Buffy gave them
as few details as possible. She told them that she'd met a gorgeous guy named
Will in her hotel (she kept the name Spike to herself, that name was only for
her). He had blonde hair and the bluest eyes she'd ever seen. She'd said that
her and Will hit it off right away, and engaged in mad, passionate, monkey
lovin' all night long. She certainly wasn't going to tell them that he was
'hired help'. Willow and Cordy were very interested in hearing about what kind
of stuff Buffy and Will did. It was really embarrassing but Buffy gave them some
details; how great he was at oral sex; the inhuman way he would move his tongue;
how great his body was; how big he was. She couldn't tell them how many times
they'd 'did it' because she'd lost count along the way. Willow and Cordy
giggled, gasped and laughed into their hands the entire time. They both had
agreed: Buffy was one lucky bitca. But Buffy didn't feel so lucky. Yes, she and
Spike shared an incredible night of passion that would always be special to
her...but she would never see him again. Never feel his touch. Never look into
his smiling blue eyes. Her longing for him was getting worse instead of better.
She had expected it to get less painful as time went on, not more so. Buffy put
on a happy face and breezed through the library doors. "Hey, guys!" she greeted
her friends, who were seated around the main table. They all said their
'hellos'. Buffy walked over and pulled up a chair, putting her bookbag on the
floor at her feet. "So, what's happenin'? Anything interesting going on today?"
Buffy asked. "Nope," Xander said tiredly, dark circles lined his eyes. "Same
Bat-time, same Bat-channel. Why do they make us drag ourselves back here every
morning after finals? What's the frickin' point?" "You're forgetting that they
love to torture us," Willow pointed out. "Ah, yes. Thanks, Wills. How could I
forget that they're sadistic bastards?" Xander put his head down on the table.
His girlfriend, Cordelia, patted his head. "Just think, we still have Prom to
look forward to." Cordy said with a smile. Giles came out of his office, looking
harried as usual, carrying a stack of books. He smiled when he saw his young
friends gathered at their table, and placed his books on the counter. "How is
everyone this morning?" Giles asked cordially. The Scoobies (their nickname for
themselves) mumbled and groaned. Giles laughed. "Now, let's not have any of
that. It's almost over. You've made it this far. You can get through one more
month. Stiff upper lip and all that rot." They grumbled. "Oh!" Giles said,
remembering something important. "Do you recall me telling you about my son,
William?" They nodded. "Well, he's popped in for a visit. He'll be helping me
here in the library while he's here." Giles smiled broadly. He was obviously
pleased that his son came to see him. He looked towards the door of his office.
"William? There's some people I'd like you to meet. Could you come out for a
minute?" Giles called. "Da," William said, coming out of the office, "I thought
I asked you to call me Spike?" "I will call you no such thing. Your mother and I
gave serious thought to your name and I won't call you by any other. Especially
not Spike. Really, what kind of name is that?" Giles good-naturedly ribbed his
son. Buffy went white and froze the moment she heard him speak. She had to be
wrong. It couldn't be him. She turned slowly in her seat until her eyes came to
rest on him standing next to Giles. It was him. New York Spike. At the same time
Buffy's eyes landed on him, Spike looked in her direction. Their eyes met. Shock
and recognition registering on both their faces. 'OHGODOHGODOHGOD!' their minds
screamed. 'It's him!' 'It's her! Giles continued talking, oblivious. "Everyone,
this is my son William. William, I'd like you to meet," Giles pointed out each
student as he said their names, "Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia and Buffy. They're
students here as well as good friends of mine." The group heartily greeted
Spike. Willow and Cordy's eyes skimmed over him, taking in the hard lines of
muscle under his tight, black t-shirt and jeans. They were crazy about their
boyfriends, but they were still women. Looking couldn't hurt. Spike felt like he
was in the middle of a dream. It was the woman from the hotel in New York. The
one he hadn't been able to forget. The one that haunted his dreams night after
night. The one he had spent many hours fantasizing about while he stroked
himself to orgasm. He'd known her by the name Darla. That wasn't her real name,
he had found that out a while ago. But, for lack of another name for her, he
still thought of her as Darla, the name that he had called out in the throes of
passion. Now he knew - her name was Buffy. And--she was--a bloody--fucking high
school student! 'Oh fuck! How old is she? I'll bloody well hang myself if she's
15. Spike's mind raced. 'HOLY SHIT! He's here! And he's Giles' son!? Oh God!
This can't be happening!' Buffy thought. They both panicked, but struggled not
to let it show in their expressions. Under the surface of their panic, they were
both thrilled to see each other again. It was literally a dream come true for
both of them. Their minds were occupied, but their bodies reacted to the other's
presence. Their skin itched to be touched and stroked by each other's hands,
their loins throbbed with want. Spike took a deep breath and walked over to
shake hands with the young people. He put on a friendly smile and shook each of
their hands in turn, giving them a warm hello. He saved Buffy for last.
"H-hello," Buffy said. "Nice to--meet you," her voice trembled slightly. She
didn't want the others to suspect anything. Spike took her hand in his. They
both fought back a shiver at the contact. Electricity shot out from their hands,
racing up their arms and through the rest of their bodies, cutting through the
surprise and shock. He was getting hard. She was getting wet. Their bodies knew
what they wanted, even if their brains were muddled. "Nice to meet you too,"
Spike kept his voice steady. 'Take it easy, mate! She's here, it's her...You're
touching her... But you can handle this... Bloody hell! I'm a sick fucker! I
know she's just a kid, but I still want to throw her down on this table and fuck
her like I've dreamed about for a bloody month! Please God, give me strength!'
He gave her a sideways 'We have to talk!' look and released her hand. Buffy
gulped. 'I'm dead! He knows what a big, fat liar I am! If there is a God, I will
be killed in a bizarre dodgeball accident in gym class before the end of the
day. Oh - he's even more of a hottie than I remembered...I want him so bad! "Are
you in college? You look like a college man..." Cordelia asked, her eyes
discreetly scanning up and down his body. Xander frowned. He didn't like his
girlfriend checking out this -handsome, British, blonde with the muscular arms
and firm looking pecs and...Xander decided he couldn't blame her. After all, he
had been checking him out too just now--in a purely scientific way, of course.
As long as Cordy didn't try pawing this Spike guy, it was okay. Oz didn't mind
Willow's checking Spike out. He was totally secure in their relationship. Even
if the guy looked like he stepped out the pages of a magazine. "Uh--no. I'm not
in college anymore. I'm 24," Spike said. Buffy looked away. 'That's only 6 years
separating us...that's not too bad.' "Hey, G-Man!" Xander smiled at Giles. "How
can you have a 24 year old son if you're 38?" "38?!" Spike snorted. "That's a
good one! Vanity thy name is Rupert," He chuckled. Giles shot Spike a warning
look. "I was--practically a child when William was born. Now, let's never speak
of it again." Buffy walked home by herself after school. She was still in shock
that her secret lover had showed up in town and that he was Giles' son. Giles
was like a second, better, dad to her. It was majorly freaky. It was true what
those annoying little dolls sang on the ride at Disneyland, it really was a
small world after all. Buffy had skipped out of school early to avoid the
inevitable conversation with Spike. She knew that he'd corner her sooner or
later. She both dreaded and ached to talk to him again. She had lied her ass off
that night in New York, and now he knew the truth. Would he be angry? Would he
yell at her? Just as Buffy was walking onto her driveway, a car pulled up in
front of the house. An old, mint-condition, black DeSoto. Her breath caught in
her throat when Spike got out and looked at her over the roof of the car for a
moment, then he moved around to stand near the trunk, allowing her to see all of
him. He looked gorgeous. The sun shone down on his blonde hair, making it look
even whiter. In addition to his black t-shirt and jeans, he was wearing a long,
black leather duster coat. It looked so good on him. He was smoking a cigarette.
Normally, Buffy didn't find smoking sexy, but on him, it looked good. On him,
anything could look good. He took a puff and flicked the butt away. "Hi," Spike
said blowing out the hit, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his coat and
staring at her. "H-hi...did--you follow me?" Buffy asked in a squeaky voice.
"Yeah. You left before--we had a chance to--talk." His sparkling blue eyes bored
into her. Buffy panicked. "I--don't want to talk." She walked quickly to her
front door, fumbling with her house keys. Spike appeared beside her on the
porch. "Damn it, Dar-- Sorry, it's not Darla, it's Buffy, isn't it? Forgive me.
After thinking of you as Darla all month, it's a bit difficult to get used to
using your real name," he said with a note of sarcasm. Buffy tried putting the
key in the lock, but kept missing. Her hands were shaking too much. Spike saw
how terrified she was and instantly regretted his attitude. Even if she did
deserve to be reprimanded about it. He reached out and took her hands in his,
turning her to face him. She looked up into his eyes, her whole body trembling.
"We need to clear the air, pet. I have things I need to say to you," he said in
what he hoped was a soothing tone. Buffy nodded imperceptibly. She'd agree to
anything when he was touching her and gazing into her eyes. "O-okay. Just--don't
yell at me." Her chin quivered. Spike's heart melted. He wanted to gather her up
in his arms and...He took a shaky breath and smiled. 'Be strong...be strong...be
strong...' Spike repeated to himself. "I won't yell. Promise." Buffy smiled
weakly then unlocked the front door. He followed Buffy into the living room. She
sat on the couch stiffly. She wasn't looking forward to this discussion. Spike
sat down on the other side of the couch and turned to look at her. "My mom will
be home around 6...you probably should leave before then..." Buffy said looking
down at the floor. "What happened to the fancy Porsche that woman gave you?"
"Sold it. It'd be hard to convince my Dad that I got the money for it by getting
a few short stories published... You--won't tell anyone what I do for a
living...will you?" Spike asked anxiously. "My father...I doubt he'd
be--proud--to say the least..." "No. Of course not...Your secret's safe with me.
I won't tell anyone." Buffy scratched at the fabric of the couch. They were
silent for a few moments. "You're still in high school. Why didn't you tell me?
Why did you pretend--" "I'm 18. So don't wig out." Buffy fidgeted. Spike blew
out a breath. She wasn't as young as he had feared. But...she was still too
young for him. "Well, that's a relief. But why did you pretend to be Darla St.
John? What were you thinking? And inviting a man you didn't know into your hotel
room..." "I--wasn't thinking...I mean, there I was, all alone in the city,
getting loopy and horn--um--lonely. And suddenly there you were, standing
outside my door looking so good--so hot...I lost it. I'm-- sorry..." Buffy hung
her head. Spike sighed. "They fired me, you know. The real Darla St. John was
right pissed that I never showed up." Buffy's head shot up. "They--fired you? Oh
God, I'm so sorry! I didn't think you'd get in trouble...I know it was stupid to
pretend--They didn't say they fired you, they said you left..." "Who told you I
left?" Spike furrowed his brow. Buffy looked away again, her face turning red.
"Buffy," he said in a soft voice, "did you call the service looking for me?" His
heart pounded painfully at the thought of her trying to contact him again. She'd
been unable to forget him, too? "Kind of... I just--I don't know...wanted to
hear your voice..." She played with the hem of her red mini-skirt then looked at
him, her eyes shiny. "I wanted to know--how you were." "I felt--the same way,"
Spike said, unconsciously moving closer to her. "I--called the hotel and asked
if there were a number where the woman who had stayed in Suite 213 could be
reached. Needless to say, they wouldn't give me the information...they only said
the room was registered to a Mr. Summers." "Really?" Buffy's heart thudded. He'd
tried to find her too! That night did mean as much to him as it did to her! She
did a mental Snoopy dance. She moved closer to him, and their thighs touched.
Their breathing hitched up a notch. Spike nodded. His eyes going from hers to
her slightly parted lips. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He knew that he
shouldn't. She was too young...she was a friend and student of his Dad's...it
was wrong...but...He leaned over, slowly closing the distance between them and
brushing his lips over hers. He was powerless against the force of his
attraction to her. They moaned and melted into the kiss, their arms coming up to
wrap around the other. Their long month of frustration and longing was at last
coming to an end. "Oh, Spike!" Buffy mumbled against his lips, tilting her head
to deepen the kiss. After a minute, they broke away, panting, their eyes closed.
They slowly opened their eyes, now glazed over with lust. "Forgive me?" Buffy
breathed. "For lying and getting you fired, I mean." "It's alright, pet. I know
you didn't mean any harm." Spike looked back to her kiss-swollen lips, eager to
dive back in for more. "Spike, I missed you so much," Buffy sighed dreamily.
They searched each other's eyes for a moment before lunging at each other,
fusing their mouths together, kissing desperately and hungrily. "Oh! Yes! Missed
you! Want you!" Buffy gasped when Spike tore his mouth from hers and attacked
her neck, biting and sucking. "Buffy! God--I've been going crazy thinking about
you," Spike gasped against her neck. "I--wasn't just another--client, then?" she
asked breathlessly. Spike pulled back to look in her eyes. She could see the
same desperation and longing in his eyes that she was feeling. "No. No matter
how hard I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about you, dreaming about you. I--"
Buffy cut him off by smashing her mouth against his. She pushed him down on the
couch and climbed on top of him. Her body singing at once again being draped
over his. His hardening cock poked up at her. They kissed as their happy hands
flew over the other's body. Buffy pulled his shirt out from where it was tucked
into his jeans and ran her hand underneath to touch the bare skin of his abdomen
and chest. They were both shivering from the lust running rampant through their
helpless bodies. Spike moved his hands down her back to cup her ass, kneading it
roughly. Buffy gasped and sat up to straddle him, hiking her skirt up around her
waist. Then she dropped back down to continue their kiss, grinding her box
against his hard-on. "Uhh! Spike!" Buffy groaned, nibbling at his lips while
unbuttoning his jeans. "Want you!" She stuck her hands down the front of his
pants to feel that big, beautiful cock of his. "Ahhh! Yes! Buffy!" Spike gasped
as she gripped his hard dick and slid her hand up and down it's length. His eyes
rolled back from the mind-numbing pleasure her touch brought him. "Need you! Oh
God--I need you!" Buffy panted, bringing his cock out with one hand while the
other moved her soaked panties aside. Just as she was slipping his prickhead
inside of her, the sound of a car door being shut in the driveway was heard. It
took a moment for Buffy's brain to process the meaning of the sound. Her eyes
bugged out. "Oh my God! My mother!" She leapt off of him. They both hurriedly
fixed their clothing and smoothed their disheveled hair. It hit home again to
Spike that this was wrong. He shouldn't have to be worried about the woman's
mother coming home to find them coiled around each other. Buffy was just too
young for him. Maybe when she was off on her own, in college, things--would be
different...It hurt like Hell, he wanted to be with her so badly. But he had to
be strong. Joyce Summers entered through the front door and walked to the living
room. She looked at Spike and Buffy sitting innocently on the couch. They stood
up as she entered. "Hi, sweetie. I was just about to ask you who the car parked
in front of the house belonged to..." Joyce smiled. Her eyes swept over the
good-looking young man. 'Yum!' Joyce thought. 'Please don't let this be one of
her high school friends...I don't want to feel like a dirty old woman...'
"Uh--Hi, Mom. You get out of work early? Oh, and this is Spike...he's--
uh--Giles' son." "There wasn't much going on at the gallery so I cut out early.
Nice to meet you, Spike. Your father is such a charming man." Joyce shook
Spike's hand. "Hello, Mrs. Summers. Yeah, Dad is quite a guy. And I can see
where Buffy gets her good looks from." Spike shot her a devastatingly sexy
smile. "Please, don't Mrs. Summers me!" Joyce blushed and laughed, her body
temperature going up by several degrees. "Call me Joyce." "Joyce it is then,"
Spike agreed. "Are you--in high school too?" Joyce asked him, hoping the answer
was 'no'. "No, hardly...I've been out for a few years now..." Joyce smiled.
Mymymy...he is a handsome young man...so lean and tight-looking...wonder if he
likes older, more experienced women?' the thought flitted through Joyce's head.
"Spike drove me home from school. Wasn't that nice of him?" Buffy lied. "Thank
you, Spike. Aren't you sweet! Would you like something to drink?" Joyce asked,
batting her eyelashes. "Uh--no thank you, Joyce. I have to get going actually."
Spike looked at his watch. "Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope you come by
again...soon. Buffy, I'm going to take a hot bath and relax for a while before
dinner. Call me if you need something, okay?" "Sure, Mom." Buffy smiled. "Bye,
Spike." "Bye, Joyce." With one last flirty glance, Joyce went upstairs. Once
they heard the bathroom door shut, they turned back toward each other. They
looked down awkwardly. Buffy picked at an imaginary piece of lint on her shirt.
"Buffy...what just happened--what almost just happened...we have to control
ourselves. I didn't come here intending to--I just wanted to talk." She looked
up. "You didn't want to...I thought you wanted me." Her lip trembled. "I did. I
do." He walked up to her, and cupped her face in his hands. She leaned into his
touch. "You're just so bloody young," Spike said with a melancholy expression.
"Why do you say it like that? I'm 18. I'm old enough, it's not like I'm
jailbait. You won't get in trouble." "Maybe not with the law. But I don't think
your Mum would be pleased that a 24 year old man was sniffing around her 18 year
old daughter. And my Dad--he'd have a stroke if he knew that I'd--been with you.
He seems to be very protective of you." "You don't want to be with me, do you?"
Buffy started to panic, tears popping up in her eyes. 'This can't be happening!
I can't have found him again only to have him reject me! Oh God! Why do I have
to be in love with him?!' She didn't like the sound of what he was saying. There
was no way she wanted to be apart from him any longer, not when fate had brought
them back together. There was still an intense heat between them. Couldn't he
feel it, too? Buffy felt like she was going to hyperventilate. "Buffy...I meant
what I said before. I--really have been thinking about you, wanting you...but it
just couldn't work out between us. Besides your age there's also the fact that
I'm leaving for L.A. to start a new job in a month...it wouldn't be right to
start up something--" "What? What about what happened before my Mom came home?
Why were you all over me?" Buffy said, becoming more distressed by the minute.
He just couldn't mean what he was saying. "That was--it was weakness on my part.
I--should have tried to control myself..." It was ripping his heart out to say
these things to her when all he wanted to do was wrap himself around her petite
frame and stay there forever. "What? You like older women, right? Because you
were so totally flirting with my Mom! Right in front of me!" Buffy's voice was
becoming more shrill. "I was being polite. Just calm down. Lower your voice!"
Spike whispered. "Do you think I'm too immature? Is that what you think? Cause
I'm not!" "Bloody hell, Buffy! Why are you making this so hard? Will you stop
it? Stop being such a spoiled bloody brat! Your Mum is going to hear you!" Spike
looked up the stairs nervously. He really didn't intend to snap at her and call
her a brat. But the tension and stress of the moment had gotten to him. Buffy
was angry and didn't stop to think before she bit back at him, her emotions got
the better of her and took over her mouth. "Spoiled brat?! Well, at least I'm
not a who-" Buffy eyes opened wide in shock at what she'd almost said. She
clapped a hand over her mouth. Spike's head snapped back around to look at her,
his eyes widened slightly before his face crumbled. So, that's what she really
thought of him... "No....no you're not. I'm the only whore around here," Spike
said sadly. He clenched and unclenched his jaw then turned and went out the
front door. Buffy raced after him, catching him by the arm and turning him back
around to face her. The hurt look on his face shattered her heart. "Spike!
Spike, I didn't mean that! I don't know what made me say that! I'm sorry!"
"Don't apologize. It's the truth. I am a whore...and that's all I'll ever be to
you," he said with an edge to his voice, his eyes bright. "No! That's not true,
I don't think that! I was just upset that you said you didn't want to be with
me--and--I didn't know what I was saying." "Just let me go." Spike pulled his
arm out of her grasp. "Spike, please..." Buffy cried. With a withering look he
turned and walked to his car. Buffy hugged herself, tears ran down her face as
she watched him drive away. Chapter 2 Buffy was finally able to open her locker
after three tries at the combination. She had hardly gotten any sleep. She
tossed and turned for hours thinking about Spike and the argument she'd had with
him. Buffy hated herself for lashing out at him and almost calling him that
name. She didn't know what had possessed her to say it, besides anger and her
own hurt feelings. But now Spike thought that's all he was to her. She couldn't
leave it like that. She'd have to make him listen to her. So that she could tell
him how much he meant to her. Even if--they couldn't be together, she didn't
want to hurt him. How did the saying go? You always hurt the one you love. Well,
she didn't want to do that. Willow walked up to her own locker, which was next
to Buffy's. "Hey, Buffy!" Willow looked at Buffy's gloomy face. "What's wrong?
You've been Miss Mopey-pants all day." "It's nothing..." Buffy put a book away.
"Oh...I bet I know!" Willow grinned. Buffy turned to look at her. "You do?"
"Mmm-hmm! It's Spike! Isn't it?" Willow chuckled. Buffy's eyes widened. "What?!
No, no...not Spike," she said unconvincingly. "Hehehe, c'mon, Buffy! I saw the
way you were looking at him yesterday!" Willow leaned closer and whispered in a
conspiratorial tone, "I did a little checkin' out of his bod, too! You like
him!" She giggled. "Uh--um--no I don't..." "Yes, you do. You're smitten!" Willow
pushed her lightly. "And you're all mopey because you think he won't ask you
out." "No." Buffy started blushing like mad. "You are soooo the smitten kitten!
But you aren't the only one." "Huh?" Buffy asked. "Harmony and her pack of
hyenas have camped out in the library every chance they get since Spike showed
up. Yeah, I know Harmony in a library, one of the signs of the apocalypse.
Anyway, I heard her talking in Biology class. She was saying how he kept bending
over and climbing the ladder to place books on the higher shelves and they got
to check out his cute ass." Willow rolled her eyes. "She actually thinks she can
get him to go out with her!" Buffy ground her teeth together and balled her
hands up into fists. The thought of that bimbo Harmony undressing Spike with her
eyes and getting her grubby paws on him, made the petite blonde's blood boil.
She wondered if Harmony was in the library trying to mack on Spike right now.
Buffy shut her locker. "I gotta go, Wills. See ya." She walked quickly towards
the library, ready to kick some bimbotic ass, if necessary. "Aw, Buffy's got it
bad!" Willow giggled. "I wouldn't want to be Harmony right now...or ever, for
that matter," Willow mumbled. Buffy took a deep breath as she stood outside the
library doors. She didn't know what she planned on doing if Harmony was inside
perving on Spike. She just knew she'd do something. Whether it was smart or not,
she was in love with Spike. 'I'll rip that bitch's hair out by the roots before
I let her touch him!' Buffy fumed internally. She pushed through the doors and
was relieved that no one seemed to be here. Except Spike. He was standing at the
long counter looking through some books. He was wearing a pair of round,
wire-rimmed glasses. 'Oh! He looks so fucking cute!' Buffy silently sighed
before walking up to the counter. She had to tell him how sorry she was and how
much he meant to her. "Hi," Buffy said softly. Spike looked up, a little
startled. He hadn't heard her come in. Since he was caught off guard, he forgot
that he was upset with her and smiled, his whole face lighting up. One day
couldn't erase a whole month of longing to see her again. Then, he remembered.
They shouldn't be together. She was too young and...she only wanted him for the
sex. The smile disappeared and he looked back down at the books. "Can I help
you?" Spike asked formally. "I didn't know you wore glasses. They look really
good on you. Very cute, very sexy," Buffy said, putting her elbows up on the
counter. Spike only spared her a glance then went back to the book he was
studying. She sighed. "Spike, I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. That's not
how I think of you. You have to believe me" "I told you. Don't apologize. You
were right. I am a whore," he said quietly. "You can say it. It's not a dirty
word...well, I guess it is actually...but you get the point." Regardless of how
he played it off, it had hurt him when she'd said it, or almost said it.
But...hadn't he been getting testy with her too? And he was telling her that
they couldn't be together. That would upset anyone. Maybe she really didn't mean
it. Maybe it had just been her emotions running too high and taking over her
mouth. "No. You're warm, funny, kind, loving, and gentle, and so much more. I'm
sorry that I hurt you. I'd never want to hurt you. Our night together--was so
special to me. You're so special to me." The tone of her voice and the sincerity
in it, had him looking up to meet her gaze. They gazed into each other's eyes.
Spike was losing his resolve fast. The way she looked at him; so full of
affection and...yearning. He felt like he was drowning in the green, liquid
pools of her eyes. They drew him in like an undertow. She was telling the truth.
She really hadn't meant to hurt him. Spike felt himself being pulled into her
further. He unconsciously moved toward her, then stopped himself. He pried his
eyes away from hers with an effort, and looked back down at the counter. "My
father's in the office. We shouldn't be talking about this..." "Okay." Buffy
glanced at the closed door to Giles' office. "When can we talk then? How about
tonight? We could--" "No. Not tonight...I have plans." Buffy's heart clenched.
'Does he have a date?! Oh, please don't let him have a date!' "Oh?" Buffy said
coolly. "Okay. Then how about tomorrow at lunchtime? We can find some place
quiet to talk." Spike looked back up at her. She had a resolved look on her
face. He sighed, but smiled ever so slightly. "You aren't going to give up until
you get your way, are you?" "That's right," Buffy said with a smile. "I never
give up on the things that are important to me." She put her hand lightly on top
of his on the countertop. "Especially not on the people that are important to
me." She caressed his hand. He was getting lost in her eyes again. Even this
fleeting touch had his blood pounding through his veins. What was it about this
girl that made him powerless against her charms? "Buffy, I--" Spike began.
"Buffy!" Giles said coming out of the office. "You're here earlier than usual."
Buffy and Spike pulled their hands away from the other's and tried to act
casual. "Hey, Giles. I was just--seeing how Spike was doing in 'your domain'. I
heard Harmony and her good-time buddies were hanging around a lot. I had to see
that for myself," Buffy joked. Giles chuckled. "Yes, they have been in here more
than they usually are, which would be never. Now, I wonder what could have
inspired them to visit the library after 4 years?" Giles said, looking over the
rims of his glasses at his son. "Dad, I'm not encouraging them," Spike said with
annoyance, rolling his eyes. "Of course not. But--couldn't you try to find some
trousers that--fit-- you properly," Giles teased. Spike looked scandalized, he
walked out from behind the counter and took off his glasses. "What's wrong with
my jeans?" Spike asked, looking down at his tight black pants. "Buffy," Giles
said, "don't you think his jeans are a tad too--snug?" "Umm...," Buffy tried not
to ogle him, which was difficult because he looked so very yummy, "they
look--okay to me..." 'A lot better than okay! Mmmm! Such a sweet hinder...'
Buffy felt her body temperature going up as she remembered the last time she'd
seen that same 'sweet hinder' naked. She recalled how firm and taut his ass felt
under her hands when she kneaded it as he pounded... 'Whoa! Stop thinking about
that! Oh dear God...' She felt her panties getting damp. Buffy stifled the
shiver that wanted to shake her body. She ached to touch him, to feel him
against her again. Spike just had to relent. He had to at least give the two of
them a chance to make it work. She wanted to really get to know him. Inside and
out. "Pffft!" Giles threw his hands up. "Of course you'd say that." Giles went
back in the office. "I'll--see you tomorrow then? At lunchtime?" Buffy asked
quietly, leaning close to whisper in Spike's ear. Spike shuddered and closed his
eyes. The feel of her hot breath on his ear, her scent--a combination of
wildflowers and cinnamon--wrapped around him, making his mouth water. It took
all of his self-control not to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless on
the spot. "Yeah...tomorrow." He took a deep breath. "Good," Buffy said walking
backwards towards the exit. "I'll--see you then." She smiled. Just as she was
about to leave, Spike spoke up. "Buffy?" She turned back to face him. "Yes?"
"I'm--I'm sorry I called you a spoiled brat...I didn't mean it. I was
just--getting freaked out." Spike knew if he hadn't started the name calling,
she wouldn't have responded in kind. "It's okay. I understand," Buffy said
quietly. "I had the same problem. We both said some stuff we didn't mean..." She
smiled and went through the library doors. Buffy felt more confident after
seeing the look in his eyes. She was pretty sure he was going to forgive her
stupid behavior yesterday. And he had apologized for saying what he said too.
But best of all, he still wanted her. She was sure of it. But...she didn't like
the idea that he had 'plans' tonight. Plans that didn't include her. Spike
leaned against the counter, exhausted from the effort it took to keep from
kissing and touching her. How was he going to keep away from her? He knew it
wasn't a good idea for them to be together...but he didn't know how long he
could fight the power of his attraction to her. He'd cave in, sooner or later.
He had to try to be strong. 'Bloody hell! How am I going to get through this
month without...doing things to her? Why did I have to fall for her? Why, God,
why?' Spike tried to take his mind off of Buffy by getting back to work checking
books for his father and thinking about his plans for tonight. He was excited
and a little nervous about this evening, he hoped everything would go well.
"Guys!" Buffy whined. "I told you I'm not in the mood for dancing!" Willow and
Xander dragged her into The Bronze. "Oh, loosen up, Buffy! We'll have a good
time!" Willow said, as they sat down at their table. "Hmph! You guys are just
lonely because your significant others are busy tonight," Buffy said,
half-teasing. "If Oz and Cordy were available tonight, you would've forgotten
all about little old me." "Not true! And frankly, I resent the implication!"
Xander said looking shocked and putting his hand on his chest. "Uh-huh, sure."
Buffy smiled. "Don't you worry, we'll find a special someone for you too,
Buffster." Xander put an arm around her. "I don't want you to find me
anyone...I'm perfectly happy--the way I am," Buffy protested. "What about the
Prom? Don't you want to go?" Willow asked. "It's--not important to me," Buffy
said unconvincingly. She did want to go to the Prom. She pictured her and Spike
all dressed up in formal wear and gently swaying to the music, her head on his
shoulder, holding each other close... Buffy sighed, lost for a moment in the
fantasy. "I'm going to get something to drink," Buffy said, getting up from the
table and making her way to the bar. She ordered a Diet Coke with lemon then
waited. 'I wonder what Spike's doing tonight? He said that he 'had plans'...
What did that mean? Is he trying to move on with another girl? He probably
is...I'm such a loser...' Buffy took her drink and paid the bartender. She
stared into her glass, stirring the ice around with her finger. 'But we're going
to talk tomorrow...I need to tell him how much I love him. What if he wigs out
when I say that? Some guys take off running when girls say that...He'll probably
think I'm just a stupid kid.' "Hey, Buffy!" She turned to see the tall, imposing
form of Angel, her ex-boyfriend. She narrowed her eyes. "What do you want,
creep?" "Creep? You wound me." Angel clutched at his chest. "No, but I will if
you don't get out of my face." "Such hostility! My goodness." He smirked. "Don't
tell me you're here with a date? Have you finally gotten back on the horse?"
"None of your business." Buffy turned back to her drink, finding it a lot more
interesting than Angel. Angel leaned closer. "You really have to try to get over
me, babe. It's been a year already. Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered. But
you're starting to look really pathetic." "Ego much? I'm waaaaay over you!"
Buffy flushed with anger. She shoved him away from her. "As a matter of fact, I
met a guy that puts you to shame, bub." Buffy grinned wickedly. "You could take
lessons from him on how to please a woman. We even laughed when I told him that
very thing, while we were lying in bed." Angel's smile faltered. "Oh yeah? Well,
where is this mystery man?" He looked around. "I don't see you here with anyone.
Except for your constant companions and fellow losers, of course." Buffy and
Angel continued to argue as the emcee came on stage and made an announcement.
"Is everyone having a good time tonight?" the emcee asked. The crowd whistled
and whooped. "Great! Let's keep things moving with another performer. This is
the next guy's first time here at The Bronze, so let's make him feel welcome!"
The crowd applauded as the next singer came on stage. He cleared his throat.
"Hey, it's really good to be here. I'm Spike and I'll be doing a few songs for
you tonight. I'll start off with some Springsteen." Some members of the crowd
voiced their approval. Buffy froze when she heard his voice. Angel continued to
jibe at her, but he faded into the background, becoming a minor annoyance like a
gnat buzzing around her ear. She turned towards the stage. Spike was standing
there with an acoustic guitar. She started towards the stage without another
glance at Angel. She was a moth being drawn to Spike's flame. "Hey, are you
listening to me? What's wrong with you?" Angel was annoyed that she wasn't
paying attention to him. Buffy kept moving until she was directly in front of
the stage. She was joined by more than a few other female patrons. She looked up
at him, a surprised but pleased expression on her face. 'So this is what his
plans were. It wasn't another girl! He's going to sing! I can't wait to hear
what he sounds like! Buffy was doing her mental Snoopy dance again. Spike looked
down into Buffy's upturned, smiling face. He paused. 'Oh God! What's she doing
here?! Why does she have to be looking at me--like that? I can't remember the
bloody words!' he panicked silently. Then he took a few deep breaths,
concentrating on the music and the words. As he ran the lyrics through his mind,
he realized how appropriate they were to his situation with Buffy. His eyes
resting on her, he began to sing: "I'm ridin' in your car, you turn on the radio
You're pullin' me close, I just say no I say I don't like it, but you know I'm a
liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire" Buffy was feeling all gushy and melty. His
voice was so sexy; slightly rough but still flowing over her like silk. And he
looked so very edible. He was wearing a white undershirt and tight blue jeans
with a pair of Doc's on his feet. His hair was askew and sticking up like it had
been the 'morning after' in the hotel room. He was delicious. "Late at night,
you're takin' me home You say you wanna stay, I say I wanna be alone I say I
don't love you, but you know I'm a liar 'Cause when we kiss, ooh, fire" The way
he sounded and looked when he said the 'ooh' made Buffy cream in her panties.
Buffy wasn't the only one enjoying the show. Harmony was standing right behind
her. From her vantage point, Spike appeared to be looking at her, not at Buffy.
She batted her eyelashes and gave him a sly smile, not that he noticed. "You had
a hold on me right from the start A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart My
nerves all jumpin', actin' like a fool Well, your kisses they burn, but my heart
stays cool... Well, Romeo and Juliet, Samson and Delilah Baby you can bet a love
they couldn't deny My words say split, but my words they lie 'Cause when we
kiss, ooh, fire" Buffy was so beautiful, so exciting to him. Spike wasn't
nervous anymore as he looked into her eyes. A strange calm descended upon him.
He could feel the link between them, tugging him to her. Nothing mattered at
this moment: Not her age, not his escort jobs, not his father or her Mum. There
was only Buffy and her luminous green eyes, her bright smile, her strong yet
vulnerable personality. He still wanted her with every fiber of his being. "Ooh
fire... Kisses like fire... Burn me up with fire I like what you're doin now,
fire Touchin me, fire Touchin me, burnin me, fire Take me home" The audience
applauded and whooped when he finished the song. He broke into a wide grin.
Buffy melted just a little bit more at his genuinely happy smile. He looked like
a rock-God standing there center stage, the lights forming a multi-colored halo
around his muscular and taut body. And he had the most elegant, beautiful yet
strong hands, but Buffy had noticed that a long time ago back in New York. The
things he could do to her with those hands... "Thank you! You guys are great!"
Spike looked at Buffy briefly before launching into his next song. He made an
effort to look in other sections of the crowd this time. You had to work the
room when you performed live. During the course of the last two songs, his eyes
kept creeping back to her, only to flit away once he realized that he was doing
it again. At the end of his set, Spike thanked the audience then blew a kiss to
the screaming sea of young women gathered around the front of the stage before
making his escape backstage. Buffy had clapped and hooted the loudest, making
sure he knew that she liked his songs. The other girls giggled and talked with
each other animatedly, about the new, sexy, blonde singer. Buffy tried not to be
jealous as she walked back to the table to join Willow and Xander. "Wow! Spike
can really sing!" Willow bounced in her seat. "He--wasn't too bad," Xander said,
munching on some pretzels. "Wasn't too bad?! He was great!" Buffy beamed. Willow
laughed. "There's that smitten kitten again!" Buffy blushed. "Stop it!" She
ducked her head. "Hey, there goes Spike now!" Willow said, standing up to see
over the heads of the crowd. "He's heading for the restrooms and...uh-oh, he has
some company..." Buffy immediately stood up and looked in the direction Willow
was looking. She saw Spike's back as he walked, with Harmony close behind.
Buffy's eyes narrowed, she pursed her lips. 'Bitch!' "I'll be back." Buffy said,
grabbing Xander's drink and then heading for the restrooms. "Hey, that's my
Coke!" Xander protested. Willow put her hand on his arm. "She's in 'kick ass'
mode, Xan. Let her have it, I'll buy you another. It's easier that way..." Buffy
had to swallow the fury that engulfed her when she finally caught up with Spike
and Harmony outside the restrooms. Spike's back was against the wall, an unlit
cigarette dangled from his lips, Harmony was standing in front of him, there
were only a few inches between their bodies. Harmony was touching his chest with
her fingertips. As Buffy got her rage under control, she listened to their
conversation. "Listen, luv...you're a lovely girl, but--you're too young for me.
No offense," Spike said kindly. "I'm 18. All legal and everything. I couldn't
help but notice that you were looking at me while you were singing, Blondie
Bear." Harmony trailed her hand down his chest. "I can feel the heat between us,
Spikey. Can't you feel it?" Her fingers played with the top button of his jeans.
That was all Buffy could take. "Hey, what's goin' on?" Buffy said innocently.
Harmony backed off of Spike and put her hands on her hips. She looked at Buffy
like she was an insect. "Do you mind, loser?! Spikey and I were having a private
conver-" Harmony stopped in mid-sentence when Buffy tripped and "accidentally"
threw Xander's full glass of Coke in Harmony's face and down the front of her
expensive-looking pink top. Buffy covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes
comically wide. "Oh! Sorry, Harm! It was totally an accident! I'm such a klutz!"
Harmony was shaking with rage and disbelief, holding her arms out from her body
and looking down at her shirt. "You fucking bitch!" Harmony screeched, Coke
dripping off her face. "You did that on purpose!" "Now, why would I do that?
Like I said, it was an accident," Buffy said innocently. If Harmony wanted to
fight it out, Buffy was ready for her. She'd happily tear Harmony a new one if
she pushed her. "Bitch! I hate you!" Harmony yelled then ran back into the main
room of the club. Spike was a little stunned, but amused. He smiled knowingly.
"That wasn't very nice, pet." Buffy giggled. "Ooopsy!" They chuckled. Then
Buffy's expression changed--her eyes becoming stormy, her tongue coming out to
sweep slowly over her lips. She approached him with purpose. Witnessing the
scene with Harmony pawing at Spike brought out the animal in her. The primitive
instinct to claim and defend what was hers overpowered her. 'Cave Buffy' was now
firmly in control. Spike swallowed hard, pressing himself back into the wall
next to the payphone. He reached up and took the cigarette out of his mouth,
letting it drop to the floor. Just the glimmer in her eye was getting him hard
as a rock. She looked--determined. She came closer and closer to him, until her
breasts were brushing against his chest. "Buffy...we can't....we shouldn't..."
he whispered helplessly, his eyes darting back and forth between her eyes and
lips. The sparks were flying fast and furious between them, their lust was
tangible. "I don't care. I want you," she said huskily. She slid a hand up his
chest to caress his neck. He looked so good, somehow even sexier than normal,
all sweaty and messy from being under the hot lights of the stage. Buffy had
seen him styled and polished, somewhere in between, and now she'd seen him
totally unpolished. And of course, she couldn't forget how adorably sexy he
looked in his glasses. All of his 'looks' were delectable and drove her wild
with lust. Buffy continued, "I want you so bad, Spike. I've dreamed about being
with you again for so long. I know this might send you running away screaming,
but I have to say it...I love you, Spike. I think I have from the first time I
saw you standing outside my hotel room. The first time our eyes met, I felt this
kind of..." "Connection?" Spike finished, his eyes dark and hooded with desire.
"I felt it too...I feel it now," he rasped. Spike couldn't deny or fight the
intense attraction he'd had to her from the moment she opened the door to her
hotel suite anymore. She'd just said that she loved him. And he could see in her
eyes that she meant it. He craved her like an addict craved heroin. It was a
month since he'd had his fix, and he was having serious withdrawal. He had been
a fool to believe that he could possibly be near her and not want her, not give
in to his feelings for her. It was a losing battle. He had it bad. He was in
love with her. Spike stroked her face with his thumb. "Buffy, I know it's
wrong...there are so many reasons why we shouldn't, but--God help me--I love you
too. I'm drowning in you, Buffy." "Oh, Spike, it's not wrong. It can't be. It's
more right than anything I've ever felt," she whispered, her heart bursting with
joy at his admission. She smiled slightly. "If loving you is wrong, I don't
wanna be right." 'I KNEW it! I knew he felt it too! Yes!' They pressed their
lips together. The moment their mouths connected, their bodies were set ablaze.
They moaned and whimpered into each other's mouths at the potency and power of
their passion. Their hands groped and roamed over the other's body. "Whoa! Nice
one, dude!" They broke the kiss to see a drunk-looking, stoner type giving Spike
a double 'thumbs-up'. The stoner stumbled back into the main room. Spike and
Buffy looked back at each other and laughed lightly. Within seconds they were
crushing their lips back together, kissing ravenously. "Mmm! Must go somewhere!"
Buffy said against his mouth. She started shuffling to the left, bringing him
along with her, their mouths and tongues still dueling like mad. Buffy felt
along the wall for the doorknob to the utility room that she knew was right
around the corner from where they were. Two years ago, she had smoked her first
joint in there with Xander and Oz. She and Spike could have some privacy there.
Buffy "Mmmphed!" in triumph when her hand came in contact with the knob. She
turned it deftly and threw the door open. They stumbled through, then Buffy shut
the door, breaking away from him for a second to lock it. She waved her hand in
the air until she found the string that turned on the lone, bare light bulb. She
had to look at him, she had to see him. They stared into the other's lust-crazed
eyes. The light bulb swung back and forth, casting their faces in alternating
shadows and light. It was almost surreal, too much like one of their dreams.
They both prayed that it wasn't a dream this time. "Want you!" Buffy flew back
against him. "Spike, want you now!" she panted, pulling his shirt out from his
jeans. "Buffy! Oh, Buffy--need you so much!" Spike gasped, pulling her shirt up.
Buffy raised her arms as he stripped her shirt off, leaving her in a pink bra
and her jeans. Their hands hastened to the other's buttons and zippers as they
continued the sweltering kiss. Spike got her pants undone first, shoving them
and her panties down over her butt. He put his strong hands on her ass,
squeezing and rubbing her bare flesh. He loved the way her firm ass felt under
his palms. Buffy mewled and pushed his jeans down over his hips. She tried to
get rid of his underwear too but couldn't find the waistband. She looked down
and smiled. He wasn't wearing any. "You naughty boy!" She giggled. Spike smirked
and pulled her back against him again. Buffy reached down and took his rock-hard
cock in her hand, pumping up and down, delighting in the hardness and smoothness
of his skin. She ran her thumb over the tip, swirling the seeping pre-cum around
the head. Spike groaned and thrust into her hand then pushed more urgently at
her pants with his hands, needing to be inside her. They broke apart long enough
for Buffy to kick off her strappy sandals and swiftly remove her pants, throwing
them to the side. Spike was on her again before her pants hit the floor. He
grabbed her under her ass and lifted her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around his
waist and put her arms around his neck while they kissed frantically. Spike put
her back against the wall for support as Buffy took his cock back in her hand
and put it between her dripping nether lips. With a grunt Spike thrust fully
into her steaming pussy. They clutched at each other and gasped in bliss at
being intimately connected again. They had both dreamed about this and had been
so desperate to feel this again for so long. "Buffy--Ahhh!--You feel so good!"
Spike breathed, beginning to move in and out. "Yes--Spike! Oh fuck!--Ohhh--Yes!"
Buffy nipped at and licked the side of his neck. He pounded into her hard and
fast, both of them needing to find release. Items on nearby shelves (rolls of
toilet paper, cardboard boxes of napkins, bottles of Mr. Clean, etc.) shook and
vibrated, some things tumbled to the floor, as Buffy's back and ass slammed
against the wall. "Ahhh--pet--God!" Spike moaned. "So--Uhhh--Blooody--Tight! So
hot!" "Unngh! Spike! OH GOD! Going to--cum! Make me CUM!" Buffy wanted to weep
at the sheer happiness and joy she felt at having him buried inside her again,
pumping his staff into her with vigor. There were so many lonely nights spent
thinking of him while she masturbated. There was no substitute for the real
thing. She scratched at his sweaty back and shoulders, moaning loudly. The
thudding of their bodies against the wall; the wet, sucking sound of his cock
ramming in and out of her dripping wet pussy; the smacking sound that his heavy
balls made as they slapped against her ass and their cries of pleasure filled
the room. The light bulb still swung back and forth slightly. It was Heaven, it
was glorious. It was everything they'd been dreaming and fantasizing about since
they'd had to part in New York. They were so lost in the moment that they didn't
even think to make an effort to be quiet. Spike was going to cum any second now,
he could feel that she was close too. He took one hand off her ass and brought
it around to her clit. He rubbed and pinched it roughly, needing to feel her cum
around his cock. He could feel his balls tightening up against his body, getting
ready to shoot. Buffy cried out and shook as if in pain as her orgasm hit her
full force. "OH GOD--AHHH! AHHH!--NGGGHHA! YESSSS!" she gasped. Her eyelids
fluttered rapidly as she came explosively. Buffy buried her face in his neck and
kept grinding against him, moaning and whimpering. "OH FUCK! AAGGGHH! OH GOD!"
Spike shouted with a mighty thrust as he erupted inside of her tightness like a
volcano. Buffy lifted her head to watch his face when he came. He looked at her
at the same moment. They panted and gasped as they looked into the depths of the
other's eyes, still moving their bodies together. Her inner-walls fluttered
around and milked his spurting cock for what seemed like hours. Finally, they
completed their dance, both their bodies quivering and sweaty. Spike lowered her
legs to the ground as they petted and kissed each other softly. "I love you,
Buffy," Spike whispered in her ear as he brushed his lips over the lobe. "Mmmm,
love you too," Buffy sighed and smiled, running her hands over his slick
shoulders and neck. "Oh shit!" Spike's face froze in panic. "We forgot to use
protection! Oh God, I can't believe I--" "Shhh." Buffy kissed him. "I'm on the
pill. It's okay. I wanted to feel you riding bareback anyway." Spike breathed
out and relaxed. She laughed, kissing along his jaw. "Hmm..." "What?" Spike
asked, placing kisses along her shoulder. "I was just thinking about how I
forgot your tip...in New York." She giggled. "And you deserved a BIG one! I was
mortified that I didn't give you anything after you gave me the best night of my
life." "Best night?" Spike grinned proudly. "Mmm-hmm! But, I don't have any
money...we'll have to work something out. How about...you take me back to your
place and I do whatever you want...until I work off--the tip." Buffy stuck her
tongue out between her teeth. "Well...that sounds--reasonable. How much would
you have tipped me? Just so we have an idea of how much 'working off' you're
going to be doing." Spike smirked and kissed the corner of her mouth. "Oh, I'm
notoriously a HUGE tipper. I think this is going to take a long, looooong time."
Buffy sighed and closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his skin and lips on her
overheated body. After she freshened up in the ladies' restroom, Buffy went back
to her friends' table. "Hey, guys!" Buffy chirped happily. "What happened to
you? You left like a half an hour ago," Xander asked. "Hmm? Oh, I just had
to--freshen up. Reapply makeup, that kind of thing." "Well, you missed some fun
stuff." Willow giggled. "Like what?" Buffy asked. She didn't care if she missed
the second coming of Christ, what her and Spike did in the utility room was
worth it. "Hehehe, I don't know what you did, but Harmony came out all wet and
raging. She ran out of the club, but not before tripping and sprawling in the
middle of the dance floor! If she were a half-decent person I wouldn't laugh,
but..." Willow giggled. "She's such a super-bitch!" "Yeah, that was a good one.
But there was the other thing too," Xander said, nudging Willow with his elbow.
"What other thing?" Buffy laughed at Harmony's humiliation, it was even sweeter
that Buffy herself was the cause. Xander leaned across the table. "There were
two people doing it somewhere in the building, close by, too!" "Oh?" Buffy's
face colored as she tried not to panic. 'OH SHIT! They heard us?! Omigodomigod!'
"Yeah! They were really going at it! There was this loud," Willow pounded hard
on the table top a few times, "pounding noise and you could hear them moaning
and everything!" Willow's face practically shone, she was blushing so brightly.
"They must have been doing it near an air vent or something. Cause the music was
changing, you know between songs, and it was real quiet for a few seconds. You
could hear them like they were right under the table!" Xander laughed. "Everyone
was looking around trying to see who was fucking! They sounded that close!"
Xander discreetly adjusted his hard-on under the table, it had popped up when he
thought about the erotic noises they'd heard. He really wished that he could see
Cordy this evening. It looked like it was back to his old friend, the
sock-monkey of love, for tonight. Buffy was struggling not to show her
embarrassment. "Well--haha--at least someone's having a good time tonight!"
Buffy tried to cover. "Well, look who's here," Spike said with a big grin as he
came up to the table. "Hi, Spike! You were great tonight, you have a great
voice!" Willow blushed a little. "Yeah, you were--pretty good," Xander agreed.
"Thanks. I appreciate the feedback." Spike patted Xander's shoulder then gave
Willow a peck on the cheek. "Oh!" Willow put her hand on her cheek and ducked
her head shyly. "What about you, Buffy?" Spike smirked. "Did you enjoy
my--performance?" He curled his tongue behind his teeth. Buffy's heart beat
wildly in her chest. She wanted him again already. "You were--okay....but it
wouldn't hurt you to practice more. You know, practice makes perfect." Buffy
smiled coquettishly. "Buffy! That was mean!" Willow chastised her. "He needs
encouragement!" "Oh, he knows I'm just kidding! Right, Spike? After all the
noise I made, he knows how much I liked it." "Yeah. I heard you yelling for
me--loud and clear, luv. I appreciate it." Spike smirked. "It does do a bloke's
ego good." When she was sure her friends weren't looking, she ran her tongue
over her top teeth. Spike's eyes became cloudier as he watched. He squirmed a
little as his dick started getting stiff again. "Well, it's been fun, but I
think I'm going to take a walk. It's such a nice night." Buffy stood up, picking
up her purse and jacket. "We just got here! Come on, stay and have a good time,"
Xander said. "Nah, I'd really just like to get some fresh air, stretch my legs a
bit." Buffy put her hand on her lower back and winced. She winked at Spike. Her
ass and back hurt from slamming into the wall repeatedly, but it was a good
pain. It reminded her how passionate and exhilarating their encounter had been.
And it wouldn't end there. Before she and Spike re-emerged from the closet, they
agreed to go back to his place for a few hours until she had to be home. She was
getting really horny again, looking forward to the next time they could 'make
love', preferably in a nice, soft bed. The plan was that she'd leave first and
wait by his car. He'd wait a few minutes then meet her there. Neither one of
them wanted to have to explain that they were a couple to Xander and Willow just
yet. That would take too long, and they had business to attend to back at his
house. Buffy almost giggled she was so giddy with happiness. "See ya, guys. And
Spike, you were really great. Sorry I teased you." Buffy put her hand on his
arm. "Oh, that's all right, luv. I knew you were just playin' with me." Spike
smirked. 'Oh, I'm gonna play with you alright!' she thought with a saucy smile.
Chapter 3 Spike and Buffy went back to the house he was renting while he was in
town. He'd rented from a friend of his, another professional escort. It was a
nice, two-story, Spanish-style home. Buffy was impressed with the inside. The
living room was very cool: black leather couches, silky dark-red walls,
expensive-looking Persian rugs, a state-of-the-art stereo system inside an oak
entertainment center, a fully stocked bar in the corner, and a huge big-screen
TV dominating the room. The best part of the downstairs was the backyard. Buffy
squealed with delight when she saw the long, built-in swimming pool, complete
with slide and diving board. She loved to swim but none of her friends owned a
pool. She thought she must have been the only person in California who didn't
have a swimming pool. But now her boyfriend had one. The ocean was okay, but she
always got that gross, smelly seaweed all over her when she swam in it. Plus,
all the nasty bite-y and sting-y creatures that lived in the water put a damper
on the fun. Spike's upstairs bedroom was equally as exciting. A large, round bed
(she'd never seen a round bed before), covered in black, silk sheets sat in the
middle of the room. Two large glass doors on the west wall, opened onto a
terrace with a hot tub. Hot tubs were another first for Buffy. She'd seen them
before, of course, but never had a soak in one. Her mind conjured up some very
naughty things that they could do in that hot tub... They hadn't wasted much
time once he'd given her a quick tour of the place. They fell onto the bed and
quickly shed their clothing. They made love for two hours straight, taking a few
minutes here and there for Spike to recuperate. He'd treated her to more of his
(what should be) world famous cunnilingus, making her scream and shake. He
really knew his way around a vagina. Buffy, in turn, had gone down on him with
gusto. Licking and sucking his cock and balls until he came with a roar and
emptied himself into her mouth. That was a new experience for her. He hadn't cum
in her mouth before, and she discovered that she loved it. She felt even more
intimately connected with him having him panting and moaning under her and
feeling his cock spasming and spurting in her mouth than she did when he fucked
her. She was so in tune with his emotions and needs in those moments. The thick,
creamy cum hadn't tasted that bad either, and she found herself liking it and
wanting much more of it in the future. She knew his spunk would be just as
delicious as the rest of him and she was right. They fucked in several more
positions before they were satisfied: doggie style, lying on their sides, Buffy
on top, Spike on top, Spike kneeling on the bed with her legs thrown over his
shoulders and so on. Spike did a few things that Buffy had never even heard of
before, things with weird and exotic names. He had experience up the
ying-yang...well, she didn't actually want to try that one just yet. Butt sex
still scared her too much. They laid, panting and sweaty on the now
thoroughly-soiled silk sheets. Buffy snuggled against his body.
"Spike--God--that was wonderful!" she sighed. "Fuck, yeah, it was!" Spike
exclaimed and kissed her damp forehead. Buffy opened her eyes and caught sight
of the alarm clock next to the bed. "Ugh! I have to go..." Buffy groaned. Spike
frowned in disappointment. "You sure, pet? You can't stay awhile longer?" "I
wish I could...but my Mom will wig out if I'm late." She looked at his adorable
pouty face. "Believe me, if I had a choice I'd be right here--with you." Spike
sighed. "I know, pet." He stroked her arm. "Buffy...let's not tell anyone about
us yet." "Why?" Buffy sat up. "For one thing, you're still in high school. And,
yes, I know that you're 18, but I don't want people to think that I'm some
rain-coated pervert who hangs about school yards to get a date." "No one's going
to think that." Buffy rolled her eyes. "Yes they will. It'll also take some
finesse to break this to my Da and your Mum. So, can we just keep it between us
for now, pet?" "For how long? I mean, we're in love! I want to yell it from the
rooftops of this crappy-ass town and you want me to hide it?" Buffy said in
exasperation. Spike pulled her back down onto his chest and kissed her soundly.
"How about when you start university this fall. You'll be on your own then,
living in the dorms, your Mum won't have much to say about who you date, well,
I'm sure she'll still voice her opinion but it won't matter as much if you're
not livin' under her roof." Buffy stuck out her lower lip. "That's such a long
time! I don't want to wait that long!" She paused. "And what about you moving to
L.A.?" Tears filled her eyes at the thought of him leaving. "How are we going to
be together? And what kind of job is it that you have lined up?" Spike looked
guilty. "It's another escorting job." Buffy started to get off the bed. She felt
crushed that he was going to continue sleeping with women for money, even after
what happened between them. Spike caught her arm and pulled her back down. "Let
me go! I have to leave!" Buffy wept. "Buffy, pet, listen to me!" Spike forced
her to look at him. "I love you! I love you more than anything in this world. If
you want me to quit the job before I start, I'll bloody well do it. If you want
me to stay in this, how did you put it? Crappy-ass town, I'll do it. I'll do
anything for you. Please, don't cry, luv." Buffy's smiled through her tears. She
threw herself on top of him, kissing his entire face. "Oh, Spike! Do you mean
it? You won't do that kind of work anymore? And you'll stay in Sunnydale, too?"
"Yes." Spike laughed. "I mean it. I'll be taking a dramatic cut in pay, but I'll
do it." Spike loved it when she smiled. He promised himself he'd try to keep
that beautiful grin on her face as much as possible. "You don't know how happy
that makes me." Buffy dipped her head and kissed him breathless. "I think I'm
getting the idea." Spike smiled and panted when she broke away. "I hate thinking
of any other woman touching you." Buffy caressed his face. "I know, luv. I feel
the same way...You with another bloke, that is. Feel free to make out with
another chit, right in front of me if you want," Spike joked. Buffy poked him in
the ribs. "That ain't happenin', Buster." She giggled. "Ah, well. It was worth a
try," Spike sighed dramatically. Buffy cuddled up with him for a few more
minutes, a Cheshire cat smile plastered across her face. "You want to know
something else?" Spike asked, stroking his hand up and down her back. "Hmm?"
"After--our first night together, I didn't do any more escort jobs. I couldn't,"
Spike said softly. "I know. You told me they fired you, remember?" "No. I got a
job at another escort service right after Deluxe let me go. My first and last
client was a woman named Andrea. She was lovely, smart, sophisticated...We went
out to dinner then back to her penthouse for 'dessert'." "Do I really want to
hear this?" Buffy said, getting jealous and angry. "Yes. Let me finish, pet."
Spike kissed her tenderly then continued. "Andrea started getting frisky, but I
couldn't go through with it. I couldn't have sex with her. I kept seeing your
face, wishing it was you that was kissing me, touching me...She was right
pissed, but...I had to leave. I called the service and quit on the way back to
my car." "Really?" Buffy asked. "You haven't--done that--since we were
together?" "Yes, pet. You ruined me for all other women." Spike grinned. "Spike!
Be serious!" Buffy smiled and slapped at his chest. "Hey, I am serious." He
looked into her eyes. "I haven't been able to even think about another woman
after you came into my life. I fell for you, real hard and real fast. I love you
so bloody much--it's a bit scary actually. I never felt this way before..."
"Spike...I feel the same way. I thought there was something wrong with me--I
loved you so much, so fast... I thought I was a big freak. I never imagined you
would feel the same way. I wanted to tell you that morning. Isn't that crazy?"
"God, I wish you had," Spike breathed, running his fingers through her hair. "I
was dyin' inside, thinking you were going back to an unappreciative husband. I
wanted to tell you too...but I didn't want to look like a git if you didn't feel
like I did." "From now on," Buffy kissed his chest, "let's not keep stuff from
each other, okay? We tell each other everything: our thoughts, feelings, the
whole shmear." "Everything?" Spike raised his scarred eyebrow. "Let's keep a
little mystery, pet." Buffy giggled. "Okay...maybe we can keep a few things to
ourselves. But not the important things." "Agreed," Spike said, then pulled her
into another kiss that started becoming heated quickly. "Mmm--Spike..." Buffy
mumbled against his mouth then pulled away. "I'm sorry, I really have to go now.
My Mom's going to kill me..." "Okay...I understand." He smiled regretfully.
"I'll--see you in school tomorrow?" "Yeah. I'll be there!" Buffy kissed him one
more time and jumped out of bed to get dressed. Buffy practically floated down
the halls of school the next day. She had to fight to keep the smile off of her
face, it was like she had a coat hanger stuck in her mouth. She'd never been
happier. She had to tone it down a teensy bit just so her friends wouldn't
suspect. Luckily, their 'She's Been Boinked Radar' was off that day. Personally,
she didn't know how they could miss the vibes she was sending off. At lunchtime,
Buffy strolled through the doors of the library. A broad smile spread on her
face when she saw Spike standing at the counter with those cute glasses on
again. "Hey there." Buffy sashayed over to him. Spike looked up and smiled. "Hey
yourself." "Is--Giles around?" Buffy asked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair
around a finger. "Nope. Da had to go out for a bit." Spike smirked. "You
mean...you're all alone in this big, lonely library?" "I know. Terrible isn't
it? I'm glad you came along...I was getting pretty lonely..." Buffy looked
towards the doors to verify that no one was coming in, then turned back to him
with a seductive smile. "Umm--I was wondering if you could help me with
something..." "What's that, luv?" Spike was getting hard. She had that certain
glimmer in her eye again. "I'm interested in boning up on Longfellow." Buffy
giggled. "Think you could show me some of his-- work?" "Bad joke,
pet...but...surprisingly effective." Spike smirked. He mentally calculated how
long his father would be gone. "Come right this way, let's get you boned up,
good and proper." They laughed and hurried into the stacks. Once they were
concealed from anyone who might walk in, they fell upon each other, kissing and
pulling at each other's clothing. Spike started to remove his glasses. "No!"
Buffy said, then paused, trailing an index finger down his chest. "Keep them
on..." she said, batting her eyelashes. "Hmm, like the intellectual look on me,
do ya, pet? Does it do somethin' for ya?" Spike purred in a low voice. Buffy
growled and grabbed him, pulling him hard against her body. Their mouths and
tongues locked together again. Spike unbuttoned her shirt and pushed down the
cups of her white, lacy bra, freeing her breasts. He bent his head to lick and
suck on her rosy nipples. Buffy gasped quietly and held his head to her chest.
"Yesss! Mmmm--Spike! Want--you!" she panted. She'd worn an 'easy access' skirt
to school today in hopes that she and Spike would get to do this. She reached
down and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Spike's hands slid down her body
to remove her panties. He pulled back and looked down when he couldn't find the
waistband. She wasn't wearing any. He looked up into her face and she was
wearing a wicked grin. "Somethin' wrong, baby?" Buffy drawled. Spike smiled.
"Not at all, pet. Now who's the naughty one, eh?" They laughed and kissed again.
Buffy's hands went to the fly of his jeans. She unzipped him and slipped her
hand inside. "Ahhh--Buffy!" Spike prepared to lift her around his waist. "Hello?
Anybody here?" Spike and Buffy froze in place: their tongues down each other's
throats; his hands cupping her ass cheeks and lifting her up; her hand in
mid-pump on his rigid cock. "Hello? Mr. Giles?" the whiny voice called again.
They broke the embrace and started fixing their clothes, cursing under their
breaths. "Yeah--hold on. I'll be there in a sec!" Spike called as he carefully
tucked himself away, which wasn't easy since he could punch a hole through steel
with the hard-on he was sporting. 'Shirt is going to stay untucked for a
while...' Spike thought ruefully. "Sorry, luv." Spike kissed Buffy quickly then
went out into the main library. Spike got rid of the diminutive student,
Jonathan, as quickly as he could. But it still took precious time away from
their sex in the stacks session. Giles could come back any second. Buffy came
out from behind the shelves when she heard Jonathan leave. "Sorry, pet. Doesn't
look like we have time to play now." Buffy huffed and stomped a tiny foot in
frustration. 'Damn it! I wanted some hot, sweet Spike lovin'! She smiled when an
idea occurred to her. "Where's your car?" After school, Spike drove Buffy home.
Straight home, with no 'stops' along the way. Buffy's mother was going to be
there waiting for her, they didn't have time to have any more sexy fun in the
back of his Desoto like they did at lunchtime. A smile curled up on Buffy's lips
when she thought of what they'd done earlier that afternoon. They had tried to
be nonchalant but quick as they made their way to the parking lot and climbed
into his car. Spike left the lot and drove for a few minutes until they came to
a secluded area, near the entrance to a park. Buffy had dived into the backseat
and started opening herself up to him before he applied the parking brake. In a
flash, he was in the back with her, on top of her, kissing her, loving her. She
had commented on how wonderfully roomy the old cars were. You'd never have that
much space in newer cars, unless it was a mini-van or something. Buffy put her
legs up at his sides and held him around the neck and shoulders as he slid his
dick home. It felt so right, so very right. She luxuriated in the feel of his
bare cock inside of her. Spike was still nervous about not wearing a rubber, but
she was confident the pill was doing its job. And she wasn't worried about
diseases. Yeah, he was a gigolo, but he obviously was a stickler for using
protection. She wished he wouldn't worry so much. Twenty five minutes later,
they had pulled back into the school parking lot, grinning and glowing from the
great sex they'd just had. It was going to be difficult for them, especially
Buffy, to keep this a secret. She wanted him all the time and could never get
enough of him. They had looked around them and stole another sweet kiss before
getting out of the car and going their separate ways. Buffy was jarred out of
her reverie when Spike pulled up in front of her house. "Here we are," Spike
said. "Oh. That was quick," Buffy said looking at her house, she turned back to
him. "I--had a lot of fun today...the most fun I've ever had during school
hours." She giggled. Spike smirked, just barely able to stop himself from
leaning over and kissing her again. "Can I see you tonight, luv?" Spike asked in
that low, rumbly, sexy-as-Hell voice he knew drove her nuts. "I'd like to...I
don't know if I can get away though..." "I hope you can..." Spike held her hand,
rubbing his thumb over her palm. Buffy's pulse started beating faster. She'd
have to find a way to go to him. "I'll see what I can do." She smiled. "I wish I
could kiss you, but Mom might be looking out the window..." "I had the same
thought. You'd better get going or..." He squeezed her hand lightly. "I'll see
you tonight," Buffy said confidently then exited the car. It was 1 o'clock in
the morning. Buffy wasn't going to show up. Spike sat out by his pool,
shirtless, wearing gray sweatpants and holding a beer in his hand. He had been
looking forward to seeing her again all night. It was a pain in the ass that she
couldn't come and go as she pleased, but her Mum still thought of her as a
child. It was going to be hard when they came clean with everyone. Spike had
kept his promise to Buffy and called the escort service in L.A. he had been
scheduled to begin work at next month, and quit. He was going to miss the
fantastic money and perks that came with the job, but she was more important to
him. She was everything to him. Money, he could live without. Her, not so much.
He'd found that out in the month they'd been separated. He resolved to try
writing more, maybe he could get some short stories published. Performing at The
Bronze would help supplement his income a little too. He'd do whatever it took
to make Buffy proud of him and happy. The job in L.A. had sounded perfect. It
was a classy, discreet, high-paying service. They had been thrilled to snag as
handsome and experienced an escort as Spike. It helped that an old lover of his,
Druscilla, was a partner in the company. She knew how 'skilled' he was and
heartily encouraged the other owners to snap him up. Spike hoped that Dru
wouldn't be too pissed when she found out he quit. She could be a
bit...excitable sometimes. Spike and Dru had dated and been happy for the most
part, for a few years, but she was just too unstable for him. She was the one
who encouraged him into the wonderful world of escorting. But he hadn't actually
taken a job until they broke up. It wasn't right, romancing and having sex with
other people while you were in a relationship. Too bad Dru hadn't shared that
point of view. Spike had come home to their apartment one night, to find Dru
entertaining three other men and another woman on the living room floor. She was
high on something, that was clear from the way her pupils were dilated, she'd
looked like a cartoon character. At Spike's shocked expression, Dru had laughed
and invited him to join in the fun as she took one of the men's cock in her
mouth and another other in her pussy. Spike wasn't a prude by any stretch of the
imagination, but he didn't share the woman he loved with anyone, and she
shouldn't want to share him either. He'd stormed out of the apartment, only
going back the next day to collect his things. Dru honestly couldn't understand
why he was so upset about the orgy. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't be that
angry with her, she was a 'free spirit', as well as a bit nutty. He should have
known that it could never work out in the long run. Spike still saw her every
now and then, in passing. Part of him still loved her, but he wasn't 'in love'
with her anymore. That part of him was Buffy's now. He'd loved Dru, but
Buffy--he'd never felt anything like what he felt for her. Buffy was sweet,
funny, beautiful, kind-hearted and passionate. She wasn't brilliant, but she was
smart enough to keep him on his toes. She could keep him 'stimulated' physically
and mentally for a long time to come. "Hiya." Spike whipped around to see Buffy
leaning against the patio doors. She was smiling and breathing hard. A smile
broke out on Spike's face. "Buffy, I didn't think you were coming." He jumped up
from his deck chair and went to her, lifting her up and spinning her around.
Buffy squealed and laughed. "I had to wait 'til Mom went to bed to sneak out."
Spike lowered her back down and swooped in for a hungry kiss. "I have to go back
before she wakes up," Buffy panted, running her hands through his hair. "We'll
watch the clock," Spike said, kissing her neck. "Oh, the pool looks so pretty
all lit up at night," Buffy said, breaking away from him and walking up to the
edge of the pool. "Feel like getting wet, pet?" Spike said silkily. "Mmmm, maybe
I do, Spike. Maybe I do." Buffy grinned then turned around. Spike's smile
broadened further when Buffy suddenly grabbed the bottom of her shirt, pulled it
over her head and then flung it towards him. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her perky
tits bounced invitingly. She grinned and kicked off her shoes then slid her
pants down her legs, tossing them to Spike. He caught them against his chest.
"You are a naughty girl..." Spike smirked, his sudden and painful hard-on tented
in his pants. Buffy giggled, turned and jumped feet first into the pool. After a
few moments, she resurfaced, putting her head back and smoothing her golden,
blonde hair away from her face. She swam over to the side, put her arms up and
rested her chin on them. She batted her wet eyelashes at him. "Come on in, the
water's fine." Buffy smiled lasciviously, her eyes traveling over his body,
taking special note of the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. 'Wheeee! I
love being bad! Oooh, hello, Mr. Tenty Pants!' Buffy thought. Spike couldn't
move for a second. She was so beautiful, so sexy. She made him feel like he was
going to explode. "Spiiiikke." Buffy giggled. "Anyone home?" She splashed some
water at him, snapping him out of his daze. He smirked and quickly divested
himself of his pants. "I'll get you for that." "I'm right here," Buffy licked
her lips, "cum an' get me!" Spike ran and jumped over her head, doing a
cannonball into the pool. Buffy yelped and laughed, ducking down as he flew over
her head. Spike swam swiftly over to her. She turned and put her back against
the side of the pool when he came up behind her. He put his arms on either side
of her, holding onto the side of the pool and dipped his head to capture her wet
lips. Their legs kicked gently to keep them afloat. "Mmmmm--Spike!" Buffy
moaned. Spike grinned and started moving along the side away from her. "Where
you goin'?" Buffy asked. Spike stopped in front of the ladder. "C'mere." Buffy's
heart beat faster at the wicked glint in his eyes. He was going to do one of
those brain-melting things to her, she just knew it. Her clit throbbed as she
swam over to him. When she got to him, Spike kissed her once then gestured for
her to climb up the steel ladder. She was a little disappointed, she thought
they were going to have pool sex. She really wanted to try that. Buffy got up a
few rungs when Spike put his hands on her hips to stop her. He placed a kiss on
her shapely backside. "Turn around and put your legs through the rails.
Remember, they're called 'grab rails' for a reason, luv." Buffy did as he said,
holding on to the tops of the cool, metal rails as she stuck a leg through
either side. Her ass was suspended just inches over the water with her pussy
spread open, presented for his inspection. Her breathing was becoming rapid and
her hands gripped the rails as she waited for him to begin. Spike was able to
stand on his feet, the water here was only up to his mid-chest. He needed to
have his hands free for this. He ran his hands up and down her outer thighs. He
rubbed his cheek against the inside of her right thigh, kissing and licking a
slow, torturous path upwards. Just when he was getting to her mound, he turned
his head and kissed and licked her other thigh, rubbing his cheek against her
sex lightly. Buffy moaned, "Ohhh Spike!" She was already so wet and ready for
him. She thrust her pelvis at his face. Spike took the hint and started licking
up and down her gash. He used one hand to open her labia further and proceeded
to lick around the insides. "Unnnhhhh!" Buffy threw her head back, almost
bonking her head against the edge of the pool. Buffy bucked her hips as his
tongue played with her inner-lips. She groaned when he gave her clit a quick
suck then moved back down, licking her cunt from bottom to top then back again.
Then he ran his tongue along the sides of her pussy, between the inner and outer
lips, over and over again. He was driving her crazy. "Spike! Ohhh! Oh God!
Please!" Buffy gasped. Spike was getting hotter and hotter as he feasted on her
sweet, succulent pussy. He loved doing this to her, and for her. She was spread
wide open and throbbing for him. Seeing her face as she writhed under his mouth
and hands and her sweet, tangy flavor were driving him mad. Spike took her clit
into his mouth and sucked lightly. Buffy cried out, scrunching up her face and
gasping. He smiled then curled his nimble tongue into a tube shape, (a trait he
had inherited from his mother, though he was sure she wouldn't approve of him
using it for this purpose) wrapped it around the shaft of her clit and proceeded
to slide his tongue up and down. Buffy's eyes shot open and she looked down into
his wickedly beautiful, grinning face. He had effectively made his tongue into a
tiny pussy for her clit to fuck. She threw her head back and rocked her hips
wildly, fucking his tongue-cunt with all her might. This was among the strangest
and best things she'd ever felt. 'Omigodomigodomigod! How can he do that?! Ohh,
that tongue! Thank you God for giving him that tongue!' Buffy came, screaming
into the night. "YESYESYES! OH SPIKE! AHHH! OH FUCK!" she cried. Spike plunged
his tongue into her cunt, fucking it in and out of her, lapping up her
spendings. One of his hands took his tongue's place on her clit, continuing to
rub around and over the swollen nub. He moaned into her pussy, feeling her
muscles contracting around his tongue. Buffy kept cumming until she thought she
was going to cry from ecstasy overload. "Spike! UNNNGHHH! OHGOD--OHYES!" Her
hands had the rails of the ladder in a death-grip. "Oh God, Buffy!" Spike pulled
back, closing his eyes and panting for breath. "Wha--what is it?" Buffy looked
down at him, finally starting to regain some brain power. "I almost came," Spike
gasped, rubbing his face against her inner thigh. "So? Isn't cumming good
thing?" Buffy smiled goofily, removing one hand from the rails to pet the top of
his head. "Yeah. But I wasn't even touching myself." Spike smiled and looked
into her eyes as he kissed her clit. Buffy shivered. "That's how much I love
you, pet. That's how much I love giving you pleasure...Just going down on you
can get me off too. That's never happened to me before..." "Oh?" Buffy swelled
with feminine pride. 'He almost came just from going down on me! Snoopy dance
time! I make him that hot!' Her loins began to heat up and ache for him again.
How did he do that to her? She'd cum - hard - just a minute ago, and she was
already getting squirmy and pant-y for him again. Buffy wanted his mouth and
glorious tongue back on her, inside of her. "Mmm-hmm..." Spike said, kissing and
licking her nether lips once again. "Want to fuck you so bad..." "Help me get my
legs out of these things!" Buffy said, trying to pull herself up. Spike, quickly
but carefully, helped her remove her legs from between the rails. Buffy was glad
they were in the water, she doubted if she'd be able to stand after that last
orgasm. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed in their usual
manner: Hungrily and passionately. His hard cock was pointing straight up,
trapped between their bodies "Diving board or in the pool, pet?" Spike panted.
"Here! Now!" Buffy ground against his hardness. Spike lifted her legs around his
waist and grasped her ass in his hands as he moved her back against the side of
the pool. His cock slid right into her pussy. He began thrusting into her. Water
lapped gently at their bodies as he moved rhythmically in and out of her snatch.
Buffy dug her nails into his back. "Ohhh! Yesss! Oh fuck me, Spike! Fuck me!"
she whimpered. "Feels so good, baby!" Yet another new experience for Buffy.
Fucking in the water was fun and different. The feeling of having his fat cock
pounding away into her while the water splashed around them was incredible. The
slight resistance the water created added to the fun. She wanted to do this
again and again and again... "Buffy! So bloody marvelous, pet!--Ahhh!" Spike
began thrusting harder and deeper. They gasped and moaned as he hammered into
her, the water splashed more violently on and around them as their movements
became more frenzied. "Spikkke! OHH YES! OHFUCKYES! Cum inside of me! Agghhh!
Ohhh--CUM INSIDE ME!" Buffy shrieked as another orgasm rippled through her. She
loved the way it felt when his cock exploded inside of her. Just feeling him cum
could make her cum again. "God! Ahhh--Buffy!--Love--you!" Spike grunted and
stiffened, cumming like a Mack truck into her quivering depths. They gasped and
sighed as the tremors started to subside. Buffy was in Heaven. She kissed his
shoulder and up the side of his neck. "I love you," she whispered with her eyes
closed. "Love you too, pet." He nuzzled her neck and gently kneaded her ass, his
cock still encased in her pussy. He'd stay inside her forever if he could.
"Pet?" "Hmmm?" Buffy kissed his earlobe. "Want to go upstairs? There are some
other--things--I'd like to show you..." Spike smiled against her neck. "Mmmm, I
like the sound of that!" Buffy giggled. "Let's go!" Chapter 4 A week went by.
Spike and Buffy were driving down the street in his DeSoto, giving each other
darting glances and sly smiles. Spike was nodding his head and tapping the
steering wheel to his 'Sex Pistols' CD. It was about 8 o'clock. They'd just
eaten dinner, drive-thru from Wendy's, and were heading back to his house for an
evening of fun and frolic. She wished that they could go out and actually sit
down in a restaurant without worrying about being seen... Buffy and Spike were
on each other at every opportunity since they got back together. At school, in
the park, in his car, at his house, they even did it in the utility room at The
Bronze for old times' sake after one of his sets at the club. Buffy was Spike's
unofficial bodyguard when he performed. God help the bitca that dared try to
grab him. Buffy stood to the side of the stage or directly in front so that she
could watch him while he sang. She shot any woman who got too rambunctious a
dangerous, menacing look. The girls always got the message loud and clear and
behaved themselves. Buffy was tiny, but intimidating. She and Spike literally
couldn't get enough of each other. Xander and Willow were starting to act
suspicious though. They'd ask Buffy why she hadn't gone out with them or just
hung out for so long. Buffy just said that she just felt like some 'alone time'.
She hated lying to her friends, but her and Spike had agreed to keep their
romance a secret for now. Buffy reached over and put her hand on his thigh as he
drove, giving it a gentle squeeze. Spike glanced at her and smiled. She was hot
for him and didn't want to wait until they reached his house. A devilish grin
appeared on her face. There was something she always thought sounded so
naughty...she just had to try it. She slid closer to him and kissed the side of
his neck as her hand moved to the front of his jeans. She cupped his bulge in
her hand. Spike sucked in air, his eyes getting wider. "What--are you up to, you
little vixen?" Spike breathed. "You'll see..." Buffy grinned, bringing her other
hand into play in undoing the fastenings of his jeans. She unzipped him and
stuck her hand inside, grasping his dick and bringing it out while her other
hand pushed his pants down further. Spike was incredibly turned on, but was
worried he might wreck the bloody car if she did what he knew she was about to
do... "Maybe--we should wait till we get back to my place, pet," Spike said
shakily. "Uh-uh, want you in my mouth, want to taste you." Buffy laid down on
the seat and put her face in his lap, licking and kissing the head and sides of
his hardening cock while she pumped him with her hand. "Fuck! Ahhh--Oh God,
Buffy! You're going to kill me!" Spike panted, trying to keep his concentration
on the road. Buffy smiled and took his prickhead into her hot mouth, sucking and
flicking her tongue back and forth. Spike's whimpers and moans were making her
soaking wet. She lowered her free hand and pulled up her skirt. She slipped her
hand into her panties and started rubbing herself. Buffy moaned around his cock,
sliding her mouth down further then sucking harder on her way back to the tip.
Spike gripped the steering wheel, white-knuckled. He groaned when she moaned
with his dick in her mouth. He looked over at what she was doing with her other
hand and groaned again. "Bloody hell!" he gasped. "You are trying to kill me!"
Buffy chuckled around his cock and started bobbing her head while slipping her
fingers into her hole. Lucky for Spike, they came to a red light. He wouldn't be
able to hold it together much longer. Buffy's beautiful mouth sliding up and
down his cock, the wet squishing sound of her fingers diving into her cunt and
her moans were sending him over the edge fast. Breathing hard, he took one hand
off the steering wheel and put it on the back of her head, running his fingers
through and fisting in her hair. "God, pet! Ahhh--So fucking beautiful!
Uhhh--Just like that! Ohhh God!" Spike panted while he looked down at her
bobbing head, bucking his hips slightly. "Hey, Spike!" Spike turned his head to
see Xander, Willow and Oz in the car next to them. They were also stopped at the
light in Xander's blue convertible (actually, it didn't belong to Xander, he was
just keeping it for his jail-bound Uncle Rory for a while). "Whatcha doin'?"
Willow said from Xander's passenger seat. "Uhh - Hey...just - drivin'..." Spike
said. "You headed somewhere?" Xander asked. Spike looked a little strange. He
was all flushed and had a surprised and glazed look in his eyes. "Huh?" Spike
asked with glassy eyes. Buffy wanted to be extra bad. She knew her friends might
very well catch them but...she couldn't help continuing to suck on his cock
while he talked to them. It was strangely exciting to know that she might be
caught going down on him. She sped up the movements of both her hands for a
moment and sucked harder. His cock was weeping with pre-cum. She wriggled her
tongue in the slit and sucked greedily, slurping up every precious drop. Spike's
body jerked, both his hands flying back to the steering wheel. He fought hard
not to cum right then and there. "Hey, man...you okay?" Oz asked with concern.
It looked like Spike was having a fit or something. "Yes!" Spike half-yelled and
threw his head back against the headrest. He took a shaky breath. "Yeah...I--
I'm fine...thanks. Oh, look at that. Green light. Bye!" The DeSoto sped off down
the street. "What was that about?" Willow asked. "I don't know...he looked kind
of--sick. Maybe we should follow him. Make sure he's alright," Xander said,
watching the taillights of Spike's car getting further and further away. "Yeah,
that's a good idea." Willow nodded. "I'd feel terrible if something happened to
him because we didn't make sure he was okay." "You'd better step on it, man," Oz
said. "He really tore out of here." Xander started driving. "We'll catch up."
Xander was getting frustrated. They'd been looking for Spike's car for 10
minutes with no luck. He was just about to give up and call Giles to tell him
that Spike didn't look so good. "There he is!" Willow said pointing out the
window. Xander stopped the car and looked to where she was pointing. The black
DeSoto was sitting in a secluded area by the park, near a grove of trees. The
bumper and taillights were the only parts visible from their vantage point.
Xander didn't know how Willow had seen it "Wow, nice spotting, Eagle Eye Wills!
I never would've seen it." "Oh, what if he's really sick? We might have to call
an ambulance..." Willow wrung her hands and bit her lip. Oz rubbed his
girlfriend's shoulder. "I'll go check it out. You guys stay here," Xander said,
taking a deep breath and getting out of the car. Xander didn't deal well with
sick people, he never knew what to say or do. He usually ended up making some
lame or inappropriate joke out of nervousness. Spike had looked and sounded like
there was something seriously wrong with him: the way his voice kept going up
and down; the way he cried out and gripped the steering wheel as if in pain; the
shocked and strained expression on his flushed face...it worried Xander. He
wasn't Spike's biggest fan (the girls paid waaaay too much attention to him for
Xander's taste) but Spike seemed like a cool guy. And Giles was a good friend.
He owed it to Giles to make sure his son was all right. Xander approached the
car cautiously. He heard the dulcet tones of Sid Vicious singing 'My Way' and
some heavy moaning coming out of the rolled-down window. He got within 10 feet
when the car started shimmying and bouncing on its shocks. He stopped and
stared, his mouth hung open when he was able to make out what was happening...
'HOLY SHPADOINKLE!' Xander thought. Buffy was straddling Spike in the driver's
seat, moving up and down as they kissed fervently. "Ooooh! Ohhh! Spike!"
"Uhhh--Buffy--Oh luv! Such a--bad girl!" "Yeah! I'm a baaaad girl! OH YEAH!"
Buffy whimpered in a high voice. "FuckohSpikeohfuckohfuck! Gonna cum! OH GOD!
YESSSSSS!" she gasped/yelled in climax. "Oh yeah! Unnhhh! Cum on my cock, baby!
OHH--FUCKBUFFYFUCK!" Spike said roughly then grunted, closing his eyes and
gasping as he came too. Xander spun on his heel and walked quickly back to his
car after he was finally able to get enough blood back to his brain to move
again. He had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. He was shocked at finding them
together, but the two blondes were undeniably hot together--porn movie hot.
Willow and Oz looked at him expectantly when he got back in the car. "Well? Is
he okay?" Willow asked. Xander wanted to talk to Buffy about this before he said
anything to anyone else. "He's--uh--okay. Don't worry." He started up the car
and drove away. The next day at school, Xander waited to get Buffy alone. He
spotted her at lunch time as she was walking to the parking lot. "Hey, Buff!
Wait up!" Xander said, jogging after her. Buffy turned around, a
nervous/irritated expression on her face. "Hi, Xan. Umm, something wrong?" 'Damn
it! I don't have time for this! I've got 25-30 minutes tops to fuck Spike's
brains out!' "I need to talk to you about--something," Xander said, when he
reached her. "I'm in--uh--kind of a hurry..." Buffy was meeting Spike at his car
in the parking lot and she didn't want to be late. She shifted from foot to
foot. She wore a red thong under her modest skirt, they were a favorite of
Spike's. The thong was already damp from the anticipation of what they would be
doing in the back seat. "Buffy...I don't know how to say this delicately, so I'm
just going to say it. I know about you and Spike." Buffy's mouth dropped open.
"Wha--How--" "How I know isn't important." Xander was afraid to even think about
what he'd seen last night, lest his hard-on make another appearance. He was
feeling guilty that he used that scene to jack-off in bed the night before. He
didn't need his Playboys or Hustlers when that hot action was still fresh in his
mind. Xander even had a dark fantasy in which Buffy saw him standing outside of
the car and asked him to join them, with a devilish smile on her face. That
fantasy had made him cum hard - really hard. "No, tell me! How do you know?"
Buffy panicked, they were trying hard to conceal their affair, she had to find
out how they slipped up. "Ummm--I saw you guys--in his car--last night...when he
parked under those trees...." Xander looked away, blushing. Buffy put her hands
over her face, which was red and burning with embarrassment. "Oh my God! You saw
us?!" "I didn't see--much, don't worry, just enough to know there was something
going on with you," Xander lied. He'd seen plenty. Buffy walked over to a nearby
bench and sat down heavily, resting her elbows on her knees. Xander sat down
beside her. "How long have you guys been--an item?" he asked. "Since he showed
up in town, basically," Buffy said. "Oh...Yeah, I thought I saw some sparkage
between you two." Buffy looked at him. "Really? You could see it?" Xander
nodded. "It's supposed to be a secret...don't tell anyone, okay?" Buffy looked
pleadingly at him. "Why is it a secret?" Buffy sighed. "Various reasons: My Mum,
Giles, the fact that Spike's worried that people will think he's a perv for
dating a high school student..." "Your Mum? You talking like him now, too?"
Xander smiled and nudged her with an elbow. Buffy smiled. "I guess he's rubbing
off on me." A very dirty image came to Xander's mind. He pushed it away
immediately. "Were you--uh--on your way to meet him?" Buffy ducked her head.
"Okay...I don't want to--keep you. But--Buffy, why couldn't you tell us? We're
your buds. We wouldn't have said anything." "It was--kind of exciting...no one
else knowing. And the fewer people that knew, the better..." She blushed. "Well,
we thought you were pissed at us or something. You haven't even called us in
like a week. Just think about letting the rest of the guys in on it. I didn't
say anything." Buffy patted his hand. "Thanks, Xander. I'll talk to Spike about
it. I'm sorry you guys thought I was trying to ditch you. I've just
been--preoccupied..." Xander smiled. "Okay. Get going, he's probably waiting for
you." Buffy leaned over and kissed him on the cheek then stood up. "See you in
Bio!" she called over her shoulder as she went quickly to the parking lot.
Xander stood and discreetly shifted the stiffy in his pants. Knowing what the
blondes were going to be doing in a few minutes brought the sights and sounds of
last night back full force. He made his way to his own car to relieve his
condition. Buffy and Spike talked about what Xander had said. They both decided
that it was okay for her friends to know about them, since they were going to
'come out' once she started college anyway. Buffy asked them to come over to
Spike's place that night to tell the rest of them. Buffy, Spike, Xander, Willow,
Cordy and Oz were gathered in Spike's living room. They ordered pizza and
watched a movie, enjoying each other's company. "Ha! Gotcha!" Xander exclaimed,
having blown his target's head clean off. The guys had broken out Spike's
Playstation, taking turns playing 'Vice City'. "Cool! You smoked that dude!" the
usually cool as a cucumber, Oz declared. "Hehehe! Die! Die!" Xander said, taking
out a few more targets. The girls rolled their eyes. "Umm, guys? Could you put
the game away? There's something I need to say to everyone," Buffy said. The men
ignored her, they were completely engrossed in the game. Buffy sighed and got
up. She walked over and poked Spike in the head. "Hey!" Spike looked up at her.
She crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "Oh. Sorry, Buffy-luv...did you
say something?" "Yes. I said turn off the game. We need to talk about something,
remember?" "Right! Uh--guys let's turn it off for now," Spike said standing up.
"Aww! Just let me get back to Diaz' place first." Xander poked his tongue out
the corner of his mouth as he drove like a maniac to the saving point. A minute
later, Xander turned the game off. Buffy and Spike stood talking in low tones by
the bar. "Your place is so fucking cool, Spike!" Xander said excitedly as he
went to sit beside Cordy on the leather couch. "Why the frilly heck didn't you
invite us over before? I thought we was pals?" "Uh--thanks," Spike said. "Sorry
I never invited you before...it's just that--" "Guys," Buffy said, cutting Spike
off, "there's something I want you to know...about what I've been doing lately."
'More like who I've been doing lately...' "Spike and I are a couple, we're
seeing each other," Buffy said, intertwining her fingers with Spike's. She
looked around into the slightly shocked faces of her friends. "Wow! I thought
that maybe..." Willow said, wide eyed. "But--Wow!" Oz said, "Hmph? Really?
That's cool." Cordy looked surprised then turned to Xander. Her eyes narrowed
suspiciously. "Why aren't you surprised, Xander?" "Huh? Oh--I kind of--figured
it out...Buffy and I talked about it this afternoon." Cordy punched him in the
arm. "Ow!" Xander rubbed at his sore arm. His girlfriend sure could pack a
wallop. "And you didn't say anything?" Cordy scolded him. "I asked him not to,
Cordy," Buffy said, feeling profound relief that at least her friends knew now,
she wouldn't have to hide it from them anymore. AND she could now proceed to
giggle and spill some oh-so-juicy tidbits that she'd been just dying to share
with someone. Like what an absolutely-fucking-incredible, tireless, insatiable
lover he was. The story of how they met--the gigolo part--would remain a secret
though. Spike would be embarrassed if they knew that about him. "Oh," Cordy
said, looking down. "Buffy why did you hide it?" Willow asked. "I'm sorry,
Wills. I--" Buffy began. "It was my idea, Willow," Spike said. "I asked Buffy
not to tell any of you. When my Dad finds out, he's going to flip out, Joyce
probably won't like it one bit either. Also I'd like to wait until Buffy's in
college for us to go public, it might be easier for people to digest then." "Can
you guys keep the info to yourselves?" Buffy asked. "Giles can't find out
yet..." Everyone nodded and voiced the affirmative. Spike pulled Buffy into his
arms, hugging her for a moment. He placed two fingers under her chin and tilted
her face up. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling for a moment before he
brushed his lips against hers. She slid her hands up his arms and around his
neck. They started kissing more intensely. "Uh--let's get back to that game!"
Xander said grabbing a pillow off the couch and subtly covering his crotch,
feeling a stirring in his trousers. Chapter 5 Right after the Scoobies left
Spike's home, Buffy and Spike flung their bodies together and practically ripped
each other's clothes off. They made mad, passionate, monkey love on the floor in
the living room. Afterwards, Spike had lifted her into his arms and carried her
to the bedroom, depositing her on the bed. With a sexy smirk he crawled on the
bed, lying on his side next to her. He kissed a path along her collarbones and
throat as he ran his hand from her stomach to her tits. Spike cupped one pert
breast in his palm, fondling her gently while he moved his mouth over the other
breast, licking circles around the areola. "Guess what?" Buffy asked with a
smile, caressing the sides of his face and head with her hands. "Hmm?" Spike
asked, looking at her from under his lashes as he flicked a nipple with that
wicked tongue. "Ahhh--While you guys were using the Playstation, Willow and I
had a little chat." "Oh?" Spike smiled, dragging his lips and tongue across her
chest, leaving a wet trail to the other nipple which he eagerly licked and
sucked into his mouth. His right hand moved back down her body, sliding down to
massage her inner thigh. Buffy had to concentrate on what she was saying.
"Ummm--Anyway, since Willow is in on the secret now, I was able to employ an
age-old lie to tell my Mom." Spike lifted his head. "What's that, pet?" "I
called my Mom and told her I was sleeping over at Willow's house. I can spend
alllllll night with you!" Buffy said happily, tousling his hair. She loved that
bed-head look on him. So very sexy. Spike stopped and sat up. "Are you serious?
You can stay until morning?" he asked, looking like a kid in a candy store.
"Mmmm-hmmm!" Buffy smiled. Spike grinned with sheer happiness and dived down to
kiss her enthusiastically. Buffy giggled and wrapped her arms around him. "That
makes me so happy, luv," Spike said, hovering above her, his beatific smile and
sparkling blue eyes beating down on her, heating her skin like the sun. "It's
about bloody time we got to spend the whole night together. I hate having to
watch you leave in the middle of the night." He lowered himself to kiss her
cheek. "Mmmm--Let's make the most of tonight. Do some crazy stuff. No--butt
stuff though...I still don't like the sounds of that..." Spike chuckled.
"Whatever you want, Buffy. We won't do things you don't like...but you didn't
like the sounds of the 'oral stuff' at first either, remember?" he asked with a
smirk. "That's different." Although, he did have a valid point... "I just had a
thought..." Spike said, getting a twinkle in his eye. "I'll alert the media,"
Buffy joked. "Ha bloody ha, very funny." "Alright, what do you have in store for
me, you fiend?" she laughed. "I have to show you something, pet." Spike smirked
and got up from the bed. Buffy followed him with her eyes. 'Damn! He has a fine
ass! So squeezable!' She licked her lips. Spike walked over to a large
Oriental-style screen that she didn't remember being in his bedroom before. He
moved it to reveal some kind of--contraption--hanging from the ceiling. Her eyes
bugged out when she realized what it was. It was one of those 'sex swing'
thingies. "What do you think, luv?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow and a
smirk, he spun the swing around. The swing was hung from hooks bolted to the
ceiling, there was a large spring just below where it attached to the ceiling.
It was black, consisting of several nylon straps. Buffy gulped. "What the hell
is that thing?" "It's a love swing. You up for it?" Spike curled his tongue.
"You bought it?" "No. The bloke I'm renting this place from was keeping it in
his closet. The bolts were already in the ceiling," Spike said looking up at
said bolts. "I don't think so..." Buffy said timidly. "Aw, c'mon, luv. You'll
like it. We can try all kinds of different and exciting positions..." "Well...."
Buffy bit her lip. She started thinking of all the possibilities... "What if it
falls? It doesn't look very sturdy..." Buffy said, weakening. "You want me to
get in first? You can have your wicked way with me while I hang in the air, my
feet in the stirrups..." "Do you need help getting in?" Buffy asked excitedly,
jumping off the bed. Several hours later... Buffy and Spike laid in a sweaty
heap of tangled limbs on top of the silk sheets of his bed. "God--that was
fantastic!" Buffy exhaled. "That swing is so cool! I love it! I felt like an
astronaut having Zero-G sex!" "Mmmm, told you. When are you going to start
believing me right away when I tell you you'll like something?" Spike nuzzled
her. She grinned. "You're gaining my confidence and trust little by little.
Soon, I'll be coming up and eating right out of your hand in the forest." "You
already do that." Spike smirked then kissed her lightly. "I never knew I was
such a giant nympho before I met you. You corrupted me, BIG TIME, mister!" she
said, running her hands up and down his back. Sweat glistened on both their
bodies from their exertions. "I guess I did. You were practically a virgin when
I met you." Spike propped himself up on an elbow and looked down on her face,
tracing her cheek with his hand. "I forgot to tell you, but I called the service
in L.A. and quit this morning." "You did?" Buffy smiled. He nodded. "And I
talked to my mate Adrian, who's renting this place to me. I explained the
situation, you know, how I'm giving up the 'business', and he said I could stay
here for only a few hundred a month as long as I took care of it." "You can
still live in this great house? That's wonderful!" Buffy said, stroking his arm.
"How do you know this Adrian guy? He must be really nice." "Uh--we both worked
for 'Deluxe Escorts'. He's a good bloke." "Oh. You guys must be really good
friends for him to give you a sweet deal on this place." Spike laid on his back,
Buffy nestled into his side, resting her hand on his chest. "Adrian had a bad
coke habit awhile back. I helped convince him to get off it." "I assume you're
not talking about the soft drink." Buffy traced his defined muscles with her
fingertips. "No. Not the soft drink. I guess he figures he owes me one." They
laid together quietly for a few minutes. Buffy sighed. Spike had known her long
enough to know that that was a 'something's on my mind' sigh. "What is it, pet?"
He stroked up and down her arms. "Graduation is coming up..." Buffy said
gloomily. "Yeah...I know. You aren't excited?" "I am. It's just...I wonder if my
Dad is going to show up." She draped a leg over his thigh. "I'm sure he will,
luv. That's a big moment for you." "He's missed a bunch of big moments. He
doesn't seem to think of me at all since the divorce. And now that bitch Vicki
that he's married to...she's all he cares about," Buffy said sadly. "I'm sure
that's not true. How could he not be crazy about you? You're bloody wonderful."
"That trip to New York I took, when we met, I was supposed to be spending the
weekend with him. But he blew me off. He sent a fucking note to let me know. He
couldn't even call..." Buffy teared up. Spike gathered her up in his arms.
"Don't cry, pet. You know I can't take it when you cry." Buffy sniffled. Spike
petted her hair and kissed her temple. "I'm sorry your Dad's being such a prick.
I wish I could beat some sense into him. He has to be crazy not to love and
adore you like he should. Maybe...he's going through one of those mid-life
crisis deals." "I don't care. He's a jerk," Buffy muttered. "Although, I would
have to thank him for not showing up in the Big Apple. You and I couldn't
have--gotten to know each other if he were there..." Spike smiled and tickled
her sides lightly. Buffy squirmed and laughed. "That's true...I guess that is
one occasion that I can forgive him for ditching me..." She tilted her head up
and kissed him slowly. They settled back into each other's arms. "Spike?" Buffy
asked after a few minutes went by. "Yeah, pet?" "Giles never told us...what
happened to your Mom?" Buffy was curious. Spike took a breath. "She passed away
when I was 13. Car accident. A drunk driver came out of nowhere..." She sat up
and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I--shouldn't have asked..." Buffy said,
regretting the question. "No. It's okay." Spike caressed her face in his hand.
"It was a long time ago. That's stuff you should know about my life." It was
still painful for Spike to think about, much less talk about. He could still
sometimes hear his mother's screams of fear and pain in his head. But Buffy
should know what happened. He fought back the tears that stung his eyes. Buffy
touched his face. "It must have been terrible for you." "Yeah, it was
terrible...I was in the car with her--when it happened." A look of shock/horror
passed over Buffy's face. "Oh God! You poor thing! That's--that's horrible!" She
threw herself down on him, hugging him tightly. "Shhh, it's s'ok, pet." He
kissed her forehead. "It's in the past..." "Did you get--hurt?" Buffy's voice
trembled. "I got pretty banged up. I wasn't wearing a seat belt and got thrown
out of the car. I make sure to put one on every time I get in a car since then,
believe me. Doctors said I was lucky to be alive. My left leg got fucked up, I
had lots of cuts and bruises, that's how I got this nifty scar on my brow." He
pointed to his left eyebrow. "I like to say I got it in a bar fight though,
seems tougher." He tried to lighten the mood. "Oh, Spike." Buffy gently kissed
his scarred eyebrow. "I'm so sorry, baby." "I got off easy, pet. I'm still here,
I'm alright now." "What you must have went through. Losing your Mom and...The
thought of something like that happening to you--It scares me...I don't know
what I'd do if I lost you..." she whimpered, burying her face against his neck.
"Eh, now, none of that. Nothing's going to happen to me. You're stuck with me
for a good, long time, like it or not." Buffy sat up and looked into his eyes, a
tear running down her face. "I love you so much. Please, never leave me. I
couldn't take it." Spike wiped her tear away with his thumb. "Nothing could take
me away from you, Buffy. Nothing." He pulled her down on top of him, pressing
his lips against hers. They kissed languidly. Their bodies were tired after the
acrobatics with the sex swing, but they both felt a deep need to make love
again. Buffy needed reassurance that he was here: whole and healthy. She also
needed to comfort him after learning of the horrific accident that took his
mother away and could have easily ended his life at the same time. Spike needed
the comfort that Buffy's arms and body provided to ease the pain of remembering
the worst time of his life. He was also determined to ease her mind about losing
him. He had to show her that he was hers, now and forever. He'd never leave her
if he had any choice in the matter. Buffy awoke after only a few hours of sleep.
She smiled when she opened her eyes and saw Spike sleeping peacefully beside
her. It took her back to that morning in New York. She'd studied him then as she
was doing now. Except this time, she didn't have to leave him. Well, just to go
back to her house. But they could see each other again later. Buffy ghosted her
fingertips along his prominent cheekbones and through his white-blonde hair,
looking at him with love and adoration. His story about what happened to his
mother had both broken her heart and chilled her to the core. After they had
made love again, they laid in each other's arms and talked for a long time. They
talked about their old loves (he told her the sordid tale of 'Spike and Dru',
she told him about Angel, or The Magnificent Poof, as Spike referred to him) and
the inevitable heartbreak that followed; their parents and their short-comings;
their fears, hopes and dreams. Buffy felt closer to him than ever. They were
getting to know the other very well, and falling impossibly more in love in the
process. She loved everything about him, even the things that bothered her. For
instance, he was a natural flirt. Whether it was Joyce or the girl at the
drive-thru window, Spike couldn't stop himself from giving them a wink and a
smile. When Buffy would cross her arms and give him the stink-eye afterwards, he
had no idea what it was that had made her mad. He seemed to have an inborn
instinct to make women feel good. Buffy tried not to let it bug her too much, he
made it clear that he was Buffy's man, and only Buffy's. And he looked so cute
and shaggable when he became confused and perplexed by her jealousy. She
couldn't stay mad at him. The possessiveness she felt at those times always
fired up her libido. They'd go back to his house and she'd shag him rotten,
claiming his body as hers and once again planting her flag firmly in 'Mount
Spike'. Also, his smoking bothered her. He didn't do it very much, he was trying
to quit and was down to only a few a day. One of the times he permitted himself
a cigarette was after sex, which they were doing quite a bit. Buffy hated the
smell of the smoke as he was smoking, but she loved the taste and smell of the
tobacco on his lips and skin. It was a conundrum. Spike stretched and yawned as
he woke up. He grinned when he saw her gazing at him. "Morning, pet," his eyes
still half-closed. "Good morning." Buffy smiled and kissed him. She put her hand
up to her mouth. "I forgot about the morning breath again," Buffy apologized.
Spike grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him. Buffy squealed
and laughed. "I told ya, I love your mornin' breath. I love everything about
you." He kissed a line from her mouth to her throat. "Everything?" she asked,
closing her eyes and smiling. "Mmmm-hmmm." "You want to--take a shower together?
Get all squeaky clean like we did that morning in New York? Only this time, we
can have a much happier ending." "I like the way you think, luv," Spike said. He
took one of her hands, moving it down his body and under the sheets, until she
touched his hard cock. "You feel how much I want you, baby? Always want you..."
Spike whispered as she slid her hand up and down his shaft. "Mmmm!" Buffy
giggled. "Someone's got a case of 'morning wood'!" "Yeah, I got it baaaaad, Doc.
What's good for this particular affliction again?" "Hmmm, I think I've got just
the thing for it." Buffy sat up and crawled out of bed. She turned her back to
him then looked at him over her shoulder, giving him a saucy smile. "Step right
into my office, Mr. Spike. Such an odd name, Spike is... Maybe you can show me
why they call you that...But don't worry, Doctor Buffy knows just how to cure
you of your heart-breaking condition. Doctor Buffy knows exactly what you
need..." Buffy wiggled her ass enticingly. Spike growled like an animal and
lunged for her. Buffy yelped, giggled and ran/skipped to the bathroom, with
Spike hot on her heels. An hour later... They laid back on his bed, breathless
and once again satiated. "God, that was amazing!" Spike panted. "Oh, yeah!"
Buffy sighed, then paused. "Is there something wrong with us? Why do we have to
do it so much?" "You complainin'?" Spike raised his eyebrows. "Hell NO!" Buffy
laughed. She cuddled against him. "Do other people have this much sex?" Buffy
asked, genuinely curious. "Again, not complaining..." "Don't know...I don't
think so. Maybe we could take a poll?" They laughed. "Mmmm--there's a certain
poll I'd like to take..." Buffy grinned, sliding her hand down his chest to his
dick. 'Jesus! We just got done fucking and I'm ready to go again! Buffy thought,
in awe of her own ravenous appetite for him. She caught sight of the alarm clock
and sighed in frustration. "I have to go...." Buffy said regretfully. "Wha--I
thought you could stay?" Spike said pitifully, he was just starting to get
excited again. "I said I could stay all night. It is now 11:15 AM. I have to
make an appearance at home." Spike pouted. Buffy melted, reaching out and
running a fingertip over his adorable pouty lip. "But I promise that I'll come
back in a few hours. I can tell my Mom that I'm--going to the park or window
shopping or something." "Promise?" Spike asked, giving her puppy-dog eyes. He
parted his lips and pulled her finger in his mouth with his tongue, wrapping his
tongue around her digit and sucking on it lightly. Buffy shivered with renewed
desire. 'OH GOD! Oh, that mouth! Oh, that wicked, inhuman, demon tongue! Thank
you God!' she thought. "Cross my heart..." she pulled her finger out of his
mouth slowly and bent down to kiss him. Hours later... Spike was practically
bouncing off the walls, he was so excited for Buffy to come back to him. He had
a few special things planned for her this afternoon. He was wearing dark blue,
shimmery, satin pajama bottoms and a matching half-robe. He thought she'd like
it on him. Girls tended to like it when guys wore things that went with their
eyes. His hair was slightly mussed, again, he knew that she found the look very
sexy on him. "Bloody hell! Where is she?!" He paced around for a minute. Spike
took a breath to calm down. "I'll just double check that I have everything I'll
need." He went about checking that everything would be ready for her. After a
few minutes, he heard the front door open and close. His heart beat quicker. The
stomping of tiny-Buffy feet pounded up the stairs toward his room. Buffy ran
into the bedroom, panting for breath. "I got here as soon as I--" She stopped
when she got a good look at him. "Wow..." Buffy ogled him. He was the sexiest
thing she had ever seen in her life. His hair was askew, just the way she liked
it. He had on satin pajama bottoms and a silk robe that matched his gorgeous
blue eyes. The robe was left open to show the hard, chiseled muscles of his
chest and stomach. She wanted to lay on top of him and slide herself all over
his smooth body. The bottoms looked suspiciously tent-y. The longer she stared,
the more she could see the outline of his cock through the fabric. It was
getting larger and pointing outwards more under her inspection. "Nice--PJ's..."
Buffy leered, licking her lips. "Little early for--bed, isn't it?" Buffy had
been getting wet on the way over, thinking about ravishing him again. But now
her thong was positively drenched. She was creaming hard, her juices flowing
like the mighty Mississip. "Glad you could make it, pet. And it's never too
early for-- bed..." Spike said in a voice as soft and silky as his clothing. He
ran a hand down his chest and stomach then back again. Buffy's eyes followed his
hand's path, up and down, mesmerized. "Like what you see?" Spike curled his
tongue behind his teeth. He had asked her that once before back in the hotel in
New York when he'd taken off his clothes for her. Buffy's response was the same
as it had been then. She nodded mutely, unable to speak. Spike smirked and
walked slowly over to where she stood by the door. Buffy's heart raced as he got
closer. She couldn't wait to feel his touch, to feel his body pressed against
hers. He stopped within a few inches of her and leaned into her, but stopping
just short of making contact. "You look so beautiful, pet," Spike said in a
rumbly voice. Buffy closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. She wanted to grab
him, throw him down on the floor and mount him like a horse. But something
inside her was telling her to wait for him to touch her first. Spike reached
over and hit the play button on his CD player to start the selections he'd
programmed ahead of time. First up was 'Let's Get It On' by Marvin Gaye. He'd
programmed lots of romantic and/or steamy songs for them: A large dose of
Motown; Some Beatles, including 'She's So Heavy', one of his faves; 'Kashmir' by
Led Zeppelin (that was an excellent song to screw by), etc. There was nothing
that compared with boffing to great songs. "I've been waiting for you...to
come." She looked so lovely, so perfect. She was wearing a fetching, yellow
sundress that came down to mid-thigh, with thin straps looping over the
shoulders. He put his hand lightly on her left shoulder, his fingers toyed with
the strap there for a moment before he slid his hand down her arm, making
goosebumps erupt on her skin. He took her hand and brought it up to his lips.
Turning it over and placing a hot kiss on her pulse point while he looked at her
through his lashes. Buffy's eyes were half-closed and cloudy. She had to remind
herself how to breathe. Spike smiled devilishly and started stepping backwards,
still holding her hand. She followed him in a daze. He stopped when he was
standing in front of the bed. He bent his head and kissed her neck softly. "I
have something special planned, luv. I think you'll like it..." "Wha--what is
it?" Buffy breathed, sliding her hands up his bare chest to rest on his firm
pecs, they twitched under her hot palms. "Remember when I massaged your back and
shoulders in New York?" "Uh-huh." "Would you like me to give you the--full
treatment?" Spike brushed his lips over her ear. "Uh-huh!" Buffy nodded and
gulped. "Good, I was hoping you'd say that." Spike grinned. He pulled back and
looked into her eyes. His hands went to her shoulders, slipping his fingers
under the thin straps of her dress. He pulled them over her shoulders, then
tugged lightly on the hem of her dress, letting it fall down her body to the
floor. Buffy's body was vibrating with need. 'Ravish me, damn it! Don't go
slow!' her mind screamed. Spike smirked at her obvious potent arousal and
distress. "We're only just beginning, Buffy," he said sensuously as he put his
hands down into the waistband of her thong and slid it down, unhurriedly, over
her ass. "Spike!" Buffy's voice wavered. "Please--I need you!" "Shhh, kitten,"
Spike purred, kneeling down in front of her as he slid her thong down her tanned
legs. "Good things come to those who wait..." When the thong was down to her
feet, she stepped carefully out of them and her sundress. Spike smiled and
dragged his hands back up her calves and outer thighs to her hips. He leaned in
and placed a kiss on her mons. "Ahhh!" Buffy inhaled sharply. Even though it
wasn't time for this part in the afternoon's activities, Spike couldn't resist
snaking his tongue out and licking at her dripping pussy. Buffy gasped and put
her hands in his hair as his tongue lapped at her. "Yesss! Oh, Spike!" She tried
raising her leg to put it over his shoulder put he held it down. "What? Why--"
"I couldn't resist having myself a little taste, but there'll be time for that
later..." Spike stood back up smoothly. "Huh?" Buffy swayed on her feet. Spike
took her by the shoulders and turned them around, so that her back was now to
the bed. "Lay on the bed, pet." Buffy sat down and scooted backwards, her eyes
locked onto his. "Turn over on your stomach." Spike smiled. Buffy did as he
asked. Her heart was beating so fast, she wondered if she was too young to have
a heart attack. Was he going to fuck her from behind? Spike moved away from the
bed and retrieved the chocolate-flavored massage oil that he had heating up.
"Spike?" Buffy asked shakily, turning her head to look at him. "Right here,
pet." He said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He squeezed out a generous
amount of oil in his palm and put the bottle on the nightstand. He rubbed his
hands together. "Ready?" Spike asked. Buffy nodded. The massage that followed,
both relaxed and excited Buffy like nothing else ever had. Spike's hands were
truly magic. She had been a bit tense lately. Trying to hide her feelings for
him from everyone put a strain on her. But the ministrations of those strong,
talented, long-fingered, beautiful hands made it all fade away. Spike had
started with her feet, kneading and rubbing each foot thoroughly. No one had
ever paid this much attention to her feet before. He even massaged each
individual toe. Buffy moaned loudly when he took her big toe in his mouth and
sucked on it. Her thighs and the sheets directly under her mound were saturated
with her juices. She'd never been this wet. Spike worked his way up her legs.
Her calves and thighs were rubbed and relieved of all tension. Buffy tensed and
quietly gasped as his hands came ever closer to her pussy. She needed him bad.
She groaned in frustration when his hands stopped just short of the juncture
between her legs. Instead, his hands moved over her buttocks and hips, massaging
them gently. By the time Spike made his way up her back, shoulders, neck and
both arms, Buffy was a puddle of goo, boneless and totally relaxed. Her
heartbeat started picking up again when she realized that he'd massaged her
entire back. It was finally time for the lovin'! "Turn over, luv," his voice
slid over her slick body. Buffy grinned and flipped over on her back, spreading
her legs. She looked up at him, breathing hard. Spike smirked and moved to
straddle her thighs. "Aren't you going to take off your pants?" she asked.
"Soon. I missed a few spots...I want to be thorough." Spike put his oily hands
on her breasts, caressing and kneading them gently. "Spike! Ahhh!" Buffy rolled
her head from side to side. He continued rubbing her breasts then slid his hands
all over the front of her chest, making sure every inch was coated in oil. His
hands then moved down her torso, over her ribs and stomach. Finally, she felt
his fingers trailing down over her mons. "Yesss!" Buffy arched off the bed when
his fingers slipped between her folds. She was so hot for him. She had a
mini-orgasm just from his fingertips brushing over her clit. Spike pulled away
and sat back on his heels. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, licking them
clean. His eyes rolled back from the taste of her pussy juice. "Don't stop!
Please don't stop!" Buffy begged him. She sat up and untied the string that kept
his pajama bottoms up, and pushed them down over his ass. She had to have him
now. Spike shrugged out of the robe and threw it behind him as Buffy took a hold
of his granite-hard cock and wrapped her lips around the head, wanting a taste
of him before they got down to business. She sucked up the pre-cum and swirled
her tongue around. Spike shuddered and gasped, but pushed her gently away. He
wanted to let her continue, but he wanted to do other things first. "Don't you
want--" Buffy looked up at him. "Get on your knees," Spike said roughly. Buffy
got to her knees and turned around, her body quaking with lust. Spike moved up
behind her, running his hands over her hips. With his knee, he moved her knees
further apart as he lifted her waist, making her ass stick up higher in the air.
Buffy gulped. 'Is he going to fuck my ass?!' She was nervous, but she wouldn't
stop him if he tried. Spike continued running his hands over her oil-slicked
back, ass and thighs. "I'm going to have a little fun first, pet, but I want you
to tell me how you want it." "Huh?" Buffy asked, her face against the mattress.
"How do you want me to fuck you? What position? It's ladies' choice..."
"Uhhh..." Several positions whizzed through Buffy's foggy brain. "I--I can't
think!" Spike chuckled. "Okay then. You think about it, I'll ask again in a few
minutes." Spike bent down and licked her slit from behind, spreading her open
with his thumbs and running his tongue along the insides of her gooey center.
"AAAAHH!" Buffy cried out and clenched the sheets in her fists. She thrust back
onto his tongue. Her eyes rolled in their sockets and she gasped for breath as
he avidly ate her out from behind. He fucked her with his tongue for a few
moments before licking up and down her gash again. Buffy's eyes widened when he
continued licking all the way up to her butthole. His tongue circled around it
then dipping in slightly. Then he swept his tongue back down to her pussy. He
brought one hand around to her clit and gently fingered it as he kept up his
oral assault. Buffy's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. She arched her back and
her mouth opened in a silent scream. It was so intense that she forgot how to
speak. Animalistic grunts and yips erupted from her throat as she humped against
his mouth and hand. Suddenly, she recovered the ability to form actual words.
"SPIKE!--Unnnggghhhh--Oh GODDDD! YESSSS!" Buffy screamed and shook as the
powerful orgasm kept going on and on. The waiting and anticipation made it that
much sweeter. Spike removed his tongue from her snatch and massaged the backs of
her slippery thighs with his equally slippery hands. "I have a few hours worth
of songs programmed," he said in that thick, caramel tone he adopted that always
told her she was going to get a hell of a ride. "I'm not gonna stop fucking you
'til they've all finished." Spike bent down and kissed along her spine, sweeping
his tongue over her chocolate-flavored skin here and there. "The last song is
'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida', bloody good song to shag to, that's 17 minutes right
there...you up for it, Buffy?" he asked as he gently rocked his hips against
her, sliding his cock up and down her slit. "Yes! Yes!" Buffy bucked her hips.
"How do you want it, pet?" Spike demanded with a rasp. "From behind? On your
back? Standing up--" "I--Ahhhh--FROM BEHIND! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" Buffy cried.
Spike grabbed the remote control for the stereo next to him on the bed and
turned the volume way up. 'Kiss You All Over' by Exile started up. He tossed the
remote away. Spike quickly took his dick in his hand and poised himself at her
entrance. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock into her pussy until his
balls rested against her ass. He took a moment to savor the feeling of being
completely encased inside of her before beginning to thrust in and out, in long,
slow movements. He draped himself over her back to whisper in her ear while
thrusting into her gently. "You're everything to me, pet. I love
you--uhhhh--Buffy!" Spike gasped, licking the spot just under her ear.
"Spike--Ohhh!--Ahhhh! Love you too!" Buffy groaned in pleasure, moving her hips
back against him. "Spike?" she said loudly, to be heard over the music.
"Ahhh--Yeah, pet?--Ohhh!" "Let's try it--fuck--Nnnggha--my ass!" she grunted.
Buffy figured, 'What the hell!? Why not?'. She was all greased up, she was
feeling relaxed and he was already back there... Spike paused. "Are--you sure,
luv? We don't have to do anything that you don't want--" "I want it! I want to
try!" Buffy panted. He'd been right about all the other stuff she thought would
be weird. This might be good too, she reasoned. "Okay...we'll do the 'I'll try
it for one minute' thing. If you don't like it, I promise, I'll stop right
away." Spike kissed the back of her neck. "Okay," Buffy said with a little
nervousness and a lot of excitement. Spike took his time preparing her to make
sure it would be as comfortable as possible for her. He fucked her ass while
alternately rubbing her clit and plunging his fingers into her cunt. After the
minute was up, Buffy begged him to continue. They had astounding, incredible,
mind-blowing sex for the next two hours, worshipping the other's body in
countless ways. Until... Chapter 6 Giles let himself into the house with the
spare key he found hidden, predictably, under a fake-looking rock near the front
door. He hadn't heard from his son all weekend and was getting a bit concerned.
Giles had called but the phone was out of order. Terrible visions of William
lying on the bathroom floor or in the kitchen plagued his mind. He reasoned that
his son wouldn't mind him popping in just to make sure he was alright. As soon
as he came in the door, Giles heard very loud rock music coming from upstairs.
"William?" Giles called. But the music was too loud for him to be heard. Giles
smiled a bit. The song was 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' by Iron Butterfly. He was glad
his son had an appreciation for 'classic rock'. He remembered fondly bouncing
chubby, baby William on his knee while listening to 'Dark Side of the Moon' and
other favorite albums. Those were the good old days, when vinyl was king.
Apparently, all Giles' brainwashing had paid off. 'Sounds like the song's almost
over...' Giles thought as he started up the stairs. Giles went towards the
music. "William?" Still no answer. He entered the bedroom quickly with his hands
over his ears and went to the stereo, which was right next to the door, then
turned the volume down. "Yesss! Ahhh--Oh yeah! Ohhh! Oh yeah! Oh Spike!" "Take
it, baby! UHHH! Take my cock! Aahhh--FUCK! Tell me you love it!" Giles whipped
around. There on the bed were William and...Buffy. Their naked bodies glistened
with sweat and possibly some kind of oil. Buffy was lying on her left side, her
right leg was lifted up and over his left shoulder. William was kneeling on the
bed, straddling her left thigh. One of his hands held her right leg against his
body while the other slid back and forth over her hip and side. He was pumping
into her powerfully, their flesh slapped together over and over again. They were
both so wrapped up in their activities that they didn't notice Giles standing
there or that he had turned the music down. 'Dear Lord...' Giles thought, frozen
in shock. "Ohhh Spike! YES! LOVE--YOUR COCK! SO BIG--SO FUCKING
GOOOD!--CUMMING!-- YESSS!" Buffy screamed, her body shaking, her mouth agape,
her face contorting in pleasure, she clutched the bedding in her fists. William
threw his head back as he pistoned his hips faster and harder. "Uhhnnnggh!
Love--when I--feel you cum--AHHH! BUFFY!" he grunted, his body stiffening. Moans
and sighs escaped the twosome's lips, they gently rocked their pelvises together
as the song ended. After a moment, Spike pulled out and laid down/collapsed next
to Buffy, spooning against her back and pressing soft kisses to the back of her
neck. Her left arm came up and she caressed the side of his face with her hand,
a satisfied smile stretching across her face. Giles backed up, unable to look
away from the train wreck on the bed. It was bad enough that he'd caught his son
in such an intimate moment. But Buffy was like the daughter he never had. So,
for all intents and purposes, Giles had just witnessed his son and daughter
rutting like crazed weasels, and...arriving. He felt ill. Giles, in his
disoriented state, misjudged where the doorway was and bumped into the wall,
making a thud in the now quiet room. Spike and Buffy lifted and turned their
heads. Their glassy eyes went wide when they saw that they had an audience.
"Dad!" Spike yelped. "Giles!" Buffy squeaked, grabbing the sheet and pulling it
up over her nude body. Giles turned and hurried out the door. "Bloody hell!"
Spike yelled, he jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his pajama bottoms.
Buffy buried her face in her hands. "OH MY GOD! How long was he standing--OH
GOD!" Spike had no idea what he would have said to make the situation any
better, but he had run after his father anyway to try and explain. But Giles was
already gone by the time Spike got downstairs. Spike came back upstairs and sat
on the bed, putting his face in his hands. "Well, that's just bloody
wonderful..." Spike muttered. "Oh God...I can't believe he saw us--he was
standing right there!" Buffy buried her face in a pillow. "I have to talk to
him," Spike said, standing up. "What are you going to say?" "Not a bloody
clue...Shit...you were right, pet. We should've told him before..." He bent over
and kissed the top of her head. "I'll never be able to look him in the face
again!" Buffy sniffled. "We'll get through this...it'll be alright. We
just--have to let him know that we're in love. It's not just a shag-fest...he'll
come 'round." "It's kind of a shag-fest/in-love combo..." Buffy joked weakly.
Spike smiled and kissed her on the lips. "I think we both need a shower before
we get dressed. Oil is fun but messy. C'mon, let's get cleaned up." Spike
offered her his hand. "Spike--I really don't feel 'up' to doing it in the shower
right now. What with your Dad just catching us--doing it..." Buffy said with an
apologetic look. "Just showering, pet. No sex." "Oh...okay." Buffy took his hand
and they went to get clean. 'I wonder if we'll be able to do that...' Buffy
thought doubtfully. Giles was on his third glass of Scotch when he heard a knock
on his front door. 'If I ignore it, they'll go away.' Giles thought miserably.
"Dad? C'mon, Dad...I saw your car out front, I know you're in there..." Spike
said from outside. Giles rubbed his forehead, he didn't want to have to talk to
his son right now. More knocking. "Dad?" Giles sighed and got up from the couch.
He went to the front door and opened it. Spike and Buffy stood together on the
other side. Buffy immediately ducked her head, blushing brightly. "Dad, we have
to talk about--" "No, we don't," Giles said, trying to maintain his composure.
"Yes, we bloody do! You saw something--that you shouldn't have. Now, I-- Buffy
and I deserve a chance to explain it." "I think it was fairly self-explanatory,"
Giles said. He could see that his son was determined to talk. With another sigh,
Giles stepped aside to allow them to enter. He knew he'd never be able to get
that traumatic scene out of his head. Spike took Buffy's hand and led her inside
the apartment. Giles went back to the couch and his Scotch. Spike sat down on
the couch, Buffy opted for a chair. She wanted to sit on his lap, but under the
circumstances... "Dad...I'm sorry I didn't tell you that Buffy and I were seeing
each other. We were going to tell you--" Spike began. "When? When we you going
to 'fill me in' on that little detail?" Giles asked hotly. "Once she'd started
college. I--was worried that you'd think--badly of me if I was dating a high
school student." "And not just any high school student." Giles looked at Buffy.
"I think of you like a daughter, Buffy...you know that." Buffy looked away. "I
know," she said in a small voice. "I don't blame her. But you should know
better, William. She's a child for God's sake!" Giles said, getting more upset.
"I am NOT a child!" Buffy said indignantly. "And we're in love. We're not just
fuc- having sex!" "In love?" Giles was taken aback. "Yes. I'm in love with her,
Dad. I'm not going on to L.A. I'm going to stay in Sunnydale to be with her. I
was just putting off telling you because..." Spike ran a hand nervously through
his hair. "...because I'm a bloody coward, that's why. I knew you wouldn't
approve." Buffy felt more courageous suddenly. Seeing Spike so nervous and upset
made her forget her own discomfort and go into protective mode. She got up and
went to him, she sat on the arm of the couch and put an arm around him. "You're
not a coward, baby. You were just worried," Buffy said softly, petting the back
of his head and neck. "Yes I am. Should've listened to you, luv." He turned to
his father. "She wanted to tell everyone right away." "That--would have been
best..." Giles said slowly. They really did seem to have affection for each
other, other than - the shagging. They said that they were in love...If that
were the case, Giles wouldn't have much to say. He knew it was useless to try
and keep two people who were in love apart. "How long has this been going on?"
Spike and Buffy exchanged a look. "Since he got into town," Buffy answered.
"We--were instantly attracted to each other. I was the aggressor, not him. And I
am 18. No laws are being broken." Giles was feeling so many conflicting
emotions. He spared a moment to be happy that Buffy had finally gotten over that
Angel wanker. He had been worried about her. It wasn't right that a lovely,
vibrant, young woman like Buffy had refused any young man's attention over the
last year. "I thought you weren't interested in dating anymore, Buffy?" Giles
asked kindly. Buffy blushed slightly. "I--didn't plan on falling for Spike. It
just kind of happened." Spike looked at her adoringly. "What about your age
difference?" Giles asked, looking for anything that might convince them they
shouldn't be seeing each other. "That's no big. When he's 40, I'll be 34. See?
It doesn't sound so bad as we get older," Buffy said confidently. Then she
looked Giles in the eye. "I really do love him, Giles. I'm--so sorry that you
saw--what we were--doing...Can you still give us your--blessing? It would mean
so much to both of us..." She held Spike's hand and gave it a squeeze. Giles
looked into their anxious and hopeful faces. He didn't have much of a choice.
"You're both--positive about this? You've thought this through?" Giles asked.
"Yes," they both answered quickly. They looked at each other and smiled. 'Dear
Lord...they are in love. I can practically see the little hearts bursting around
their heads when they look at each other...' "Alright, then. I'll--try to accept
your relationship...just--please-- never bring up what--happened earlier, ever
again..." Buffy and Spike were ecstatic over Giles' approval, even if it was
reluctant. Now, her friends and his father knew about them. Joyce was the last
one on the list. Buffy informed Joyce that she had invited Spike over for
dinner. Buffy planned to tell her Mom that night. Joyce was excited. She didn't
tell Buffy, but she had a thing for the hot, young, blonde man. She usually
didn't go for younger men, but there was something about Spike that just 'did
it' for her. Joyce primped and tried to look sexy without being obvious. She
curled her hair and wore a red, flowing dress that showed some leg and just a
hint of cleavage. Spike had showed up on time, wearing a royal-blue, button up
shirt, black slacks and his duster coat. Joyce had almost had to fan herself. He
looked that good. And he smelled so delicious. Joyce couldn't place it exactly,
but it was like a combination of exotic spices, tobacco, the beach
and...something else, distinctly manly. Joyce had blushed when he presented her
with some pink roses as a thank you for having him over for a home-cooked meal,
something he joked that he never got to enjoy normally. He was so polite and
sweet, and so very, very sexy. After dinner, Joyce asked Spike if he'd help her
clear the table. She was going to make her move. Buffy had furrowed her brow,
but didn't say anything. It was weird for her Mom to ask the guest to help clean
up. Spike was happy to help though. He was nervous about Buffy telling her Mom
about them and was grateful to have something to do to occupy his mind and
hands. In the kitchen, while Spike was standing at the sink, rinsing off dishes,
Joyce came up behind him. "You're so nice to help out like this, Spike," Joyce
said in a sugary tone. She put her hand on his shoulder. Spike turned his head
to look at her, shooting her a smile. "Don't mention it, Joyce. I owe you a lot
more than this for feeding me such a delicious meal." "Hmm, maybe--I can cook
for you again--sometime?" Joyce said, rubbing his shoulder lightly. "I'd like
that," Spike said. "Mmmm, so would I..." Joyce moved her hand down his back and
onto his ass, giving his cheek a little squeeze while leaning in and kissing his
neck. Spike jumped then froze in shock. 'This can't be happening! Dear God!'
Spike gulped. "I like you, Spike," Joyce purred, putting a hand on the center of
his chest and dragging it down. "Do you like me?" "Joyce! What are you doing?!
I--uh--you shouldn't--" he said, trying to gently extricate himself from her
embrace. "Shhh, Buffy will hear...and we wouldn't want that...Do you like older
women, Spike? It's true what they say, you know...experience makes all the
difference..." Joyce's hand slipped down to his groin, and cupped his package.
Right at that moment, Buffy entered the kitchen. Her mouth hung open when she
saw her mother's hand on Spike's ass. Luckily, she didn't see the location of
her mother's other hand. Joyce didn't notice Buffy standing in the doorway yet.
She gave Spike's bulge a firm squeeze. "Joyce, don't!" Spike squeaked and jumped
backwards, his left hip slammed into the corner of the kitchen table. "Fuck!" he
yelped, falling sideways and landing on the floor. "Spike!" Joyce cried. Buffy
snapped out of her stupor and ran to him. "Spike, are you okay, baby?" Buffy
fretted, touching his face and chest. "Did you get hurt?" "I'm--okay, pet,"
Spike said sitting up and massaging his sore hip. He was stunned by Joyce's
aggressiveness. He never would have pegged her as that sort. She seemed so
wholesome and retiring. A June Cleaver type. But then, appearances could be
deceiving. Buffy turned her head towards her mother. Her face was scrunched up
and angry. She didn't want any woman putting their hands on her man...especially
not her own mother. Spike's ass belonged to her just as much as the one on her
own body, as far as Buffy was concerned. "What were you doing with your hand on
his ass!?" Buffy demanded. "Gross, Mom!" 'If she didn't like that, she would
have had a bloody conniption if she saw where Joyce's other hand was...' Spike
thought. "I--uh--did--you call him...'baby'?" Joyce asked slowly. Buffy bit her
lip and looked at her mother. That wasn't the way she wanted to tell her.
"Ummm--yeah." Buffy helped Spike get back to his feet. "That was what tonight
was supposed to be about...I wanted to tell you...Spike and I are going out.
We're seeing each other," Buffy said, jutting her chin out defiantly.
"Wha--What? You--you're dating?" Joyce said, trying to process the information.
'Oh God! I just made a pass--a BIG pass--at my daughter's boyfriend?! Joyce
thought. Buffy nodded, putting an arm around Spike's waist. "Well--I--I don't
like this at all, Buffy! You're only 18! And he's--" "He's 24. That's not much
older than me," Buffy said, standing firm. "No, I don't like it. He's too old
for you." Joyce crossed her arms. She was mortified at being caught with her
hands on a man's goodies by Buffy (a man that it turned out her daughter was
dating) and she was feeling defensive. "Hypocrite much?" Buffy sneered. Spike
didn't know what to do or say. He wished he could just slip into the living room
and let them talk, but Buffy had a firm hold on his waist. She obviously wanted
and/or needed him to be with her right now. So, he'd stay. Trying not to look
too embarrassed. 'Bloody hell...how would Buffy put it? Awkward much?' Spike
thought. "What do you mean by that, young lady?" Joyce put her hands on her
hips. "I mean, I came in here and saw you macking on Spike pretty good. You
weren't too concerned about age differences then. And there's waaaay more of a
difference between the two of you." Joyce opened and closed her mouth a few
times. Buffy had her there. "Joyce...I promise that I'll make Buffy happy. I'm
in love with her," Spike said hoping to put Joyce's fears to rest somewhat.
Buffy looked at him, beaming from ear to ear. It thrilled her to hear him say
it. "In--love?" Joyce said, her face showing her surprise. "But--you haven't
even known each other that long!" "I know it's--fast. But I'm in love with him
too, Mom. We were going to wait until I started college in the Fall to tell
everyone...but plans changed." Buffy blushed, recalling Giles' accidental
discovery of their relationship. Xander had gotten an eyeful as well...They
really needed to start being more careful. Although, sex in public did have a
certain thrill for Buffy. It was official. Buffy was a kinky-sex freak. "Oh,
please don't tell me you're pregnant?!" Joyce put a hand over her chest and
looked ready to faint. "No! Not pregnant!" Buffy said quickly. Joyce breathed
out. "Oh, thank God!" "Well, Mom? Can you accept Spike and me being together?
And keep in mind that I'm going to be with him no matter what you say." "You're
still living under my roof. And--" Joyce began. Buffy interrupted, "I'm moving
into the dorms when school starts. I won't be under your roof for long. And I'll
be super-pissed at you if you try and make me stop seeing him or choose between
you." Then Buffy's shoulders slumped a bit. "Mom...I already have one parent
that I can't talk to, who doesn't give a crap about me. Please try to be cool
about this. I couldn't take it if you turned your back on me too..." Buffy's
eyes welled up, her grip on Spike's waist got tighter. Joyce's expression
softened. "Honey...I would never turn my back on you...If the two of you are
serious--I'll try...Okay? It's just--I had no idea you two were seeing each
other when I--" Joyce ran her hands through her hair. "I'm sorry for my--for
what I did, Spike. I feel so stupid." "It's okay, Joyce. Who could blame you?
I'm a bloody good-looking bloke," Spike joked. Buffy giggled and smacked him on
the chest. "You're so stuck on yourself." Spike smirked and kissed the top of
her head. "I'll always be my own first true love. But you come in a very close
second, pet." Chapter 7 Buffy, Cordelia and Willow sat on the floor of Willow's
bedroom talking and laughing. They were having a sleepover at Willow's house.
Her parents were away at some conference and they had the house to themselves.
The girls were wearing their pajamas (Buffy in her 'Yummy Sushi' pajamas; Willow
in a long, modest, flannel nightgown; and Cordy in an expensive-looking, short,
red, silky nightgown) and drinking strawberry daiquiris. A selection of Playgirl
magazines was spread out on the floor around them. They giggled and pointed out
a few of the more 'gifted' models. "Oooh! Look at this guy!" Willow laughed.
"Wow!" Buffy and Cordy took a gander and nodded in appreciation. "Aw, that's
nothin'!" Buffy said proudly. "Spike's much bigger than him." "Spill!" Cordy
said excitedly, resting back on her heels. "Huh?" Buffy said, taking another
drink. "You and Spike, we wanna hear the details!" Willow bounced. "Guys!" Buffy
blushed. "Hey, you brought up the subject. Now, spill!" Cordy sucked on her
straw. "What--do you want to know?" Buffy giggled. She'd had a few daiquiris
already and was feeling loose. It was a difficult decision to spend the night
with her girlfriends instead of Spike, but she really had been ignoring them
lately. One night apart wouldn't kill them...she didn't think so anyway. Xander
and Oz were staying over at Spike's place. Probably playing Playstation games
all night, knowing them. "How long did it take before you guys did it?" Willow
asked, the alcohol making her bolder. "Ummm..." Buffy put her hands over her
face. "Okay--you guys can't tell anyone about this--alright?" She peeked between
her fingers at them. "Promise!" "Absolutely!" Her friends eagerly agreed.
"Okay...Spike is--the guy I met in New York." Cordy and Willow's mouths hung
open, their eyes widened. Then they squealed. "Omigod! He's that 'Will' guy?!
Omigod!" Willow said. "I can't believe it!" Cordy grabbed Buffy's arm. "He's the
guy you had sex with all night?! The guy who gave the amazing head?!" "Cordy!"
Buffy laughed and blushed. "Yes! It's him! I had no idea he was Giles' son...we
didn't exchange last names." 'Or real ones....' Buffy thought. She'd still keep
the gigolo thing to herself. "And I lied about my age. I told him I was like 30
or something." "You must have pissed yourself when you saw him in the library! I
thought you looked funny! But I wrote it off as you being struck by his
hotness," Cordy said. "Spike must have been pretty surprised too!" Willow said.
"What did you guys say to each other when you got him alone?" "Our first talk
didn't go that well. We had a fight," Buffy said sadly, remembering how she'd
hurt his feelings. "But before that, we almost--had sex on my living room
couch." "Omigod!" Willow dropped on her side. "You are so bad!" "How did you go
from 'almost sex' to fighting?" Cordy asked. "Umm--my Mom came home
unexpectedly...she almost caught us. Things got weird after that. But--ohh, it
felt so good to kiss him again..." Buffy said dreamily. "Okay, how long did it
take for you guys to do it after that?" Cordy sipped her drink. "The next
night...we kind of..." Buffy put her face in her hands, giggling like mad. "Come
on! Tell us!" Willow demanded, poking at Buffy's leg. "That was us--in The
Bronze that night. We were the ones you heard having sex." Willow screamed. "I
don't believe it! That was you?!" "We did it in the utility closet after I
vanquished the evil Harmony. She was so totally pawing him and I went nuts! I
was an animal!" Buffy giggled and made her hands into claws. "Wow, Buffy!" Cordy
said. "Kinky!" "Oh, you don't know the half of it!" Buffy smirked. "Is he still
just as good in bed as he was in New York? I bet he's really goooood..." Willow
said, she'd never have the nerve to ask this kind of thing sober.
"He's--ahh--there are no words. He's so marvelously, incredibly, mind-bogglingly
fantastic! The sex is so good we fucking named it! We call it 'Fred'." Buffy
giggled and gulped down the rest of her daiquiri. The girls laughed and refilled
their glasses. "He looooves the oral sex," Buffy said, her mouth not knowing
when to stop offering details (she'd be embarrassed in the morning that she'd
revealed so much). "He goes down on me allll the time! He's so bloody good at it
too!" "You said 'bloody'!" Willow snorted. Buffy continued singing the praises
of Spike sex. "A few times, when I fell asleep/passed out in bed with him, I'd
be having a great dream that he was--you know--down there. And I'd wake up and
he'd have his face between my thighs with a naughty grin on his face. That beats
an alarm clock any day, let me tell ya!" "Omigod!" Cordy and Willow yelled. "How
big is he again?" Willow asked. "You said he was bigger than this guy," Willow
pointed to the nude model in the magazine. "Hmmm, about this big," Buffy held
her hands apart. She knew that part of his anatomy quite well by this point.
"Wow! That's like--" Willow calculated the distance. "Nine inches!" "Yep." Buffy
sighed, taking another drink. "And it's a little bent at the end. To get all
those hard to reach areas!" She giggled. "Isn't that too big?" Willow wondered.
"I mean, doesn't it--hurt?" "Uh-uh. We fit together perfectly, like we were made
for each other." Buffy smiled. "What about girth?" Cordy asked. "That's the
important thing." Buffy put her hands together and formed a circle,
approximating how big around Spike was. "Nice..." Cordy said with wide eyes.
"Whoa! Hehehehe!" Willow laughed. They giggled again. "Where else have you guys
done it? Besides The Bronze," Willow asked. "Everywhere. We're like bunnies!"
"Details, Buffy, if you please." Cordy smiled. "Ummm--In his car, in The Bronze,
in his bed, on the floor, kitchen counters, the couch, the library at school, in
the furniture store behind an armoire--" "Holy shit!" Cordy exclaimed. "You guys
are bunnies!" "Oh, and in his pool too! We did it there lots of times. On the
diving board was fun, it was nice and bouncy. And on the inflatable raft. We
tried it on the slide but that didn't work out...I remember the first time we
had sex in the pool, he gave me head while I had my legs hooked through the
metal ladder, you know the one on the side of the pool you use to climb out?
Anyway, that was in-fucking-credible! He did this new thing with his tongue,
where he rolled it into a tube..." Buffy shivered from the memory. Willow and
Cordy were rapt, they're pulses picking up from the tawdry and extremely
stimulating tales Buffy was spinning. "Well, no wonder you didn't have time to
hang out with us! You were gettin' your ticket punched left and right!" Willow
giggled. "He cleans the pool on a regular basis I hope! I'd like to go swimming
there sometime in the future." "And you're here with us tonight, instead of in
between the sheets with 'King Cunnilingus'--why?" Cordy asked Buffy, her eyes
getting glassy. Buffy looked at the telephone. 'He'd probably be pissed if I
called to check on him. How can I miss him so much already? What am I going to
do if one of us has to go on a trip or something? I'd wig out after only a few
days...' At Spike's house, the guys were having fun talking sports, women, video
games, eating pizza and watching Die Hard 1 & 2. Spike missed Buffy like
crazy. But she was right. She still needed to spend time with her friends too.
He wished he didn't crave her body all the time. But he did. Whether it was just
holding her against him or shagging like crazed wildebeests, he wanted to be
near her all the time. But, he resigned himself to the fact that they needed to
have other activities too. Her friends were pretty cool people. Oz was a fellow
musician, so they had that in common to talk about. Willow was adorable, so shy
and timid. Cordelia was brash and brutally honest at times, but she had a good
heart. Xander was--a bit of a wanker sometimes. He and Spike had an argument
earlier about the merits of American football vs. European football. But Xander
wasn't too bad. He made Spike laugh a lot. And he was a video game fan too.
Spike didn't mind being his friend as well. "I wonder what--the girls are
doin'..." Spike wondered. "Probably doing their nails or their hair...but
personally, I'd prefer to think that they're having a down and dirty pillow
fight in their bras and panties," Xander said before taking a drink of his soda.
Spike laughed. "That's a nice image. Mind if I borrow it?" Xander waved his
hand. "Be my guest, my friend," he said magnanimously. "Maybe we should
call--just to check in with them..." Spike said. "Spike, man, you are so
whipped!" Xander rolled his eyes and chuckled. "I am not!" Spike said, furrowing
his brow. "Are too! You can't even have one night with the guys without moonin'
about her." "Bollocks! I was just--wonderin' what she was doing, is all..." Then
Xander affected a bad, high-pitched, British accent, "Ooooh! I can't spend one
bloomin' minute without me Buffy! Cor blimey, I don't know what to do if she's
not here to tell me!" Spike hurled a pillow at Xander, hitting him in the face.
"Ow! Hey!" Xander said. "The corners are pointy, you could've put out my eye,
dickhead!" "I DO NOT sound like that!" Spike said as an offended Englishman.
Spike couldn't help laughing despite is irritation. The impression Xander did of
him was hardly flattering but it was funny. "And that had to be the worst
British accent I've ever heard, mate. You sounded like a gay, Cockney pirate."
"Will you guys keep it down. I'm trying to watch the movie. This is the part
where Bruce Willis walks on broken glass. Very cool," Oz said, trying to stay
out of their conversation. "Whoa, yeah. This part rules," Xander said, putting
his attention back on the beautiful, big-screen tv. Spike looked at the
telephone and sighed. 'Xander's right--in a way. Buffy and I do need to learn
how to spend time with other people too...I won't call her. Even if I do just
want to hear her voice...' Amazingly, Spike and Buffy made it through the whole
night without calling or seeing each other. It wasn't pleasant for either of
them, but they proved that they could do it. After taking a few aspirin for her
hangover, Buffy swore Willow and Cordy to secrecy on all the salacious details
of her and Spike's sex life. She was horrified that the alcohol had loosened her
tongue that much. They assured her that they wouldn't say a word to anyone...as
long as she kept them informed about any other sexual hijinks she and Spike got
up to. Buffy's stories about Spike's various techniques had both girls green
with envy, but also determined to experience it themselves, with their own
boyfriends, of course. There were a few new things that Oz and Xander would be
asked to do in the very near future. Spike and Buffy were driving back to his
place after dinner. Buffy was happy that they actually went to a real restaurant
this time, no drive-thrus. But something had been bothering her. The Prom was in
less than a week, and Spike still hadn't said anything about taking her. He knew
it was coming up, he still went in to the library to help Giles a few days a
week and the announcements for the Prom were all over the place in the halls.
'Guys can be so clueless...' she thought with an eyeroll. She sighed loudly.
Spike looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He knew that that was a
'something is bothering me, ask me what it is' sigh. "What's on your mind, pet?"
"Oh...nothing..." Spike sighed. "Come on, Buffy. Something is buggin' you. What
is it?" "Well...the Prom is in a few days...." Buffy said looking out the
window. "Yeah...I know. And?" She turned towards him. "And? You haven't asked me
yet." "What? You actually want to go?" Spike asked, surprised. "Well DUH!" "You
didn't say anything before." "I didn't think I had to! You're my boyfriend,
you're supposed to ask me. I'd look pretty desperate if I had to bring it up."
"Isn't that what you just did?" "Yes, but only because you're too dense to ask
me and it's getting down to the wire. I don't have the luxury of time to wait
for you to ask. I don't even have a dress yet!" Buffy panicked. "Why would you
want to go to some silly dance? Those things are so bloody annoying. I'll tell
you what, I'll take you out for a night on the town the night of the Prom. We'll
have a much better time, I'm sure." "No! I want to go to my Senior Prom, Spike!
And it's not silly! Just because you think it's dumb doesn't mean it is!"
"Buffy," Spike said, trying to be patient, "I don't want to go. Alright? Proms
are banal and insipid. And I don't like them." "You're a jerk," Buffy huffed,
crossing her arms over her chest. "I bet you just don't want to be seen with
me." "What are you on about? I love you. You know that." "What about your fear
of people thinking you're a pervert for dating a high school student?" Buffy saw
by the look on his face that was at least part of the reason he was dissing the
Prom. "Buffy, I'm past all that high school stuff. I'm sorry. I'm just not into
it." Buffy was getting really pissed. "Bullshit! Take me home!" "What? You're
blowin' me off because I don't want to go to some stupid, bloody dance?! I
thought you were going to spend the night with me?" "First of all, it's NOT
stupid. Second, I ain't blowin' nothin' of yours. Take me home!" Buffy sat back
in her seat with a petulant look. "Fine!" Spike clenched his jaw and drove
towards Buffy's house. A few minutes passed in silence. Spike hated it when they
fought. They got along so well most of the time that it was jarring when they
had a disagreement. She was really determined to go to that dance. But he really
didn't want to. Couldn't they find some kind of compromise? "Buffy..." Spike
said in a soft, soothing voice, "why wouldn't you be happy with just the two of
us going out to dinner and dancing? I'll treat you to anything you like--" "What
part of 'I want to go to the Prom' didn't you understand?" Buffy grumbled.
"Doesn't it matter to you that I don't want to go to the bloody thing? You'd
rather I was miserable?" "I'm not talking to you anymore," Buffy said tightly,
looking out the window. "Oh, bloody hell! That's really mature, Buffy. We're
supposed to talk about this, not give each other the silent treatment. I'm 24
years old! I have NO interest in going to a sodding school dance!" Buffy's eyes
shot daggers at him. "Then maybe I should've found a guy my own age." Spike
looked at her a moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "If that's the way
you feel--then maybe you should get one," Spike said, pulling up in front of her
house. "Fine! Good! Maybe I will!" Buffy threw the car door open and jumped out.
She slammed it shut. "Asshole!" she yelled then ran to her house with tears in
her eyes. "Bloody--buggering--fuck!" Spike pounded on the steering wheel. "What
the hell is wrong with that bloody woman!" Two days later... Spike was lying on
his couch, feeling miserable. He'd tried calling Buffy several times since their
fight the other night. She'd hung up on him every time. She didn't want to hear
anything except an invitation to the Prom. They hadn't been away from each other
this long since they'd met again. The doorbell rang. 'Buffy?!' Spike thought. He
jumped off the couch, ran to the door and threw it open, an expectant smile on
his face. His smile disappeared when he saw it was Xander. "Oh. It's only you,"
Spike said. "Well, isn't that a fine 'How ya do'! Can I come in?" Xander asked.
"Yeah, if you want..." Spike stood aside. Xander shook his head and walked in,
going over to the couch and sitting down. "Okay. What's your problem?" Xander
asked. "You know what my bleedin' problem is. Buffy is pissed and she isn't
talking to me." "Just take her to the damn Prom, man!" Xander said in
exasperation. Spike sat down on the other end of the couch. "I'll feel like a
git, Xander! I'm 24 years old, I shouldn't be going to shit like that!" "Well,
guess what, pal? You're dating an 18 year old girl, and 18 year old girls like
to go to their senior proms!" Spike sighed and put his head in his hands.
"C'mon, man. This kind of stuff isn't important to you, or even me, but it is to
her. Cordy's on cloud nine about going. Do you think I want to put on a
monkey-suit and prance around the gym?" "You have to prance?" Spike asked, the
beginnings of a smile twitching at his lips. "The prancing isn't mandatory. I
just like it is all," Xander said with a smile. Then he became more serious.
"Spike...Buffy's really upset. Willow and Cordy have been trying to cheer her
up, but it's no use. She's totally depressed. About fighting with you and the
fact that she won't get to go to her Prom. She's looked forward to this for
years. That's the way chicks are." "I--didn't mean to upset her. I didn't think
it was that big of a deal to her. She never even mentioned it before the other
day," Spike mumbled. "Well, she is upset. You want to make your woman happy? You
want her to touch you ever again? Then suck it up and take her to the dance. I
talked to her yesterday--she was crying," Xander said, he knew that would get to
Spike. And it did. Spike looked down, abashed. "I hate it when she cries...the
way her big, green eyes fill up, the way her little chin quivers...Bloody
hell..." Spike ran a hand through his hair. "I'll take her then. I never wanted
to hurt her." "There's a good lad!" Xander smacked him on the back. "I knew
you'd come around. It just took good ol' Xander to give you a stern talking to.
The Prom's tomorrow, man. You'd better get it in gear." Spike smiled. "I've got
an idea, tell me what you think." Buffy was feeling lower than low. Her senior
prom was in 4 hours and she was sitting on her couch in her sweats. She hadn't
talked to Spike in the last few days except to tell him that she didn't want to
talk to him. Buffy still loved him so much. She knew that she'd cave-in and take
him back, but she'd resent that he wouldn't do this one thing for her. She
missed him terribly. "Why does he have to be such a giant poophead! He's so--"
The phone rang. Buffy grumbled and got off the couch. She went to the kitchen
and answered the phone. "Hello?" "Buffy, it's Spike." She hung up. The phone
started ringing again immediately. "What?" Buffy said in annoyance. "Will you
listen to me, pet?" "Don't 'pet' me, Mister Smooth," Buffy said. "Just listen
for a minute, okay." "One minute," Buffy said tersely. "Okay...I'm sorry. I was
wrong, you were right. I was a prick. A selfish, inconsiderate, unfeeling--are
you still there?" Spike asked, worried that she might have hung up again. "I'm
here. I'll stop you when you say something that's not true." Spike sighed. "I
was wrong not to take into account how much the Prom meant to you. I hope you'll
forgive me." "I don't know...You were mean to me." "I know and I'm sorry,
luv...I'd--like to take you to the dance--if you would go with me." "What?! You
gigantic asshole!" she yelled. "I thought that's what you wanted? Why are you
upset?" Spike sounded perplexed. "Because it's 4 fucking hours until it starts,
that's why! I don't have a dress, I don't have tickets, I don't have anything!
You did this on purpose! You called at the last second thinking you wouldn't
have to take me because it was too late! Of all the--" The doorbell rang.
"Goddammit!" Buffy yelled. "Someone's at the door." "I'll hang on." "Damn right,
you will," Buffy talked into the cordless phone as she walked to the front door.
"I ain't done with you, buddy!" She opened the door. "Not by a long--" She
stopped. Spike was standing outside with a cell phone. "Hi." He smiled. Buffy
was taken aback for a second. Then her eyes narrowed. "Cute. Good. Now I get to
yell at you in person." Spike bent down and picked up some bags and boxes he'd
set down next to the door before she answered it. He held them out to her.
"These are for you." Spike smiled. "Hmph! You think you can make it all better
by giving me presents? Think again." Buffy crossed her arms and tapped her foot.
"It's a dress, luv. And shoes and some other odds and ends the girls said you'd
want for the dance." "Girls?" Buffy asked. Spike moved to the side. She saw
Cordy and Willow standing on the lawn. They were carrying large bags and waving
to her. She waved back slowly. Her mind was having trouble absorbing the new
information. "They were good enough to help me pick out a dress and things for
you. So, that solves your 'I have nothing to wear' problem. And I bought the
tickets already." Spike smiled. "Will you go with me?" "I--how do I know I'll
like the dress? What if I don't like it?" Buffy asked. "Come on, Buffy!"
Cordelia whined. "We have to get ready too! Will you tell him you'll go
already?" Buffy looked back at him. "Okay...I'll go. But if I don't like the
dress..." "You will. I guarantee that you will. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have
to go get ready to take my beautiful girlfriend to the Prom." He smirked. Spike
turned and walked down the porch steps, heading back to his car. "Spike, wait!"
Buffy cried, running towards him. She desperately needed to feel his arms around
her, his lips on hers. Spike stopped and turned around as she jumped into his
arms. "Easy, luv. Don't bruise me. I want to look good for you tonight," Spike
laughed. "This means a lot to me, Spike." She looked into his eyes. "Thanks for
not being a prick anymore." "You're most certainly welcome, pet. I never want to
be the reason that you cry, ever again." He ran his fingers through her hair. "I
missed you so bloody much. I'd do anything for you...I was just--being a
stubborn bastard about the whole thing," he said hoarsely. "I missed you too...I
hated being mad at you. I love you." Buffy held his face in her hands, caressing
his cheekbones and looking into his bluer-than-blue eyes. "Love you, too." Spike
lowered his head and kissed her. They moaned and wrapped their arms tightly
around each other. The kiss quickly started becoming more heated. "Uh--there go
the lust bunnies." Cordy rolled her eyes. "They haven't slept together for two
days, we'd better nip this in the bud, Willow." Willow giggled. "Nip it in the
bud...sounds kind of dirty!" "Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. You've been
all Beavis and Butthead ever since Buffy told us about the...sexcapades." Cordy
turned back to the blonde lovers. "We don't have time for this! Guys, hello!? We
have to get ready! There'll be plenty of opportunities for smoochies later."
Spike and Buffy pulled apart reluctantly. "Right," Spike said. He pressed a
short, but sweet kiss to her lips then backed away with a smile. "I'll see you
in 4 hours, luv." "Okay...see you then..." Buffy gave him a watery smile. "Oh my
God! This dress is gorgeous!" Buffy exclaimed, holding up the dress Spike had
bought for her to wear. It was an ankle-length, jade green, off the shoulder,
silk evening gown. It reminded Buffy of something out of "Romeo and Juliet".
There was a beautiful, intricate beaded trim along the front of the high waist;
The skirt was two-layered, splitting in the front. In other boxes and bags were
a matching shawl, high-heeled shoes and handbag, all of them jade green and made
of fine silk. Willow and Cordelia smiled proudly. They had known she would love
the clothes when they helped Spike pick them out. The girls were busy getting
out of their street clothes in Buffy's bedroom. "This stuff must have cost him a
fortune! How much did he spend on this?" Buffy said, captivated by the beautiful
dress. "You don't want to know." Cordy grinned, getting out her own red dress.
"He dropped a ton of money on you, sweetheart. The boy has got it bad." "Did you
see the jewelry yet?" Willow asked excitedly. "It's really beautiful." Buffy
laid the dress carefully on her bed and searched for the bag from the jewelry
store. "Aha!" she said when she found it. She quickly got the a large,
necklace-sized box out and opened it. "OH! They're so pretty!" Buffy ran a
fingertip over the necklace and earrings in the case. The necklace consisted of
a single piece of green jade in a tear-drop shape, suspended from a shimmering,
gold chain. The matching earrings were also tear-drop shaped. "How much did he
spend on me?" Buffy asked. "Lots," Willow said. "I don't know how much all
together, but a couple thousand at least. And like Cordy said, he really is
crazy in love with you. He was nervous that you still wouldn't want to go with
him, it was so cute! You are so bloody lucky!" "You've been hanging around Spike
too much, too!" Buffy giggled. "Well, the British have much more of a colorful
way of cursing," Willow said, getting out her makeup bag. "I think it sounds a
lot cooler." "He must have sold a lot of stories and stuff to be able to blow
that much on one night!" Willow said. Buffy blushed and looked back at her
jewelry. She wasn't about to tell them how Spike made the money to afford
luxuries like this. Luckily, Cordy saved her from the awkward conversation.
"Come on, girls!" Cordy said. "Let's get the show on the road. We've got 4 hours
to make ourselves fabulous for our men. We have to look so good that their
little eyes pop-out and go 'WOW!'" The girls kicked into gear and started
getting ready for their dates in earnest. Chapter 8:: Prom Night At 6:00 sharp,
Spike, Oz and Xander showed up at the Summers' residence. They were decked out
in their tuxes and looking good. Spike was wearing a classic, black Armani
tuxedo: a green and black, paisley vest (to match Buffy's dress) was buttoned up
over a white, wing-collared shirt; black pleated tuxedo pants and jacket; a
green and black, silk bow tie; and shiny black shoes. A white orchid boutonniere
was pinned to his lapel. His white-blonde hair was slicked back. He hoped that
Buffy approved of his apparel as well as the dress he bought for her. He wanted
to look good for her. Each of the slightly nervous men held a box containing a
corsage to present their date with as well as a bouquet of a dozen red roses
that Spike had generously footed the bill for. In fact, the whole evening was
'on him', he'd insisted on it. "Don't you all look handsome?" Joyce grinned,
getting her camera ready. Oz and Xander looked down shyly. "Thanks, Mrs.
Summers," they said. "Thanks, Joyce." Spike smiled. "You think Buffy will like
my tux?" Joyce looked him over, trying not to gawk. She was still embarrassed
about hitting on him in the kitchen. 'Why does he have to be so god-damned
hot?!' Joyce thought. She smiled wholesomely. "I think she'll love it." "Did she
like her dress? I was worried that--" Spike began. He stopped when the door to
Buffy's bedroom opened. The men stood shoulder-to-shoulder and gazed up as the
women made their way, one by one, down the stairs. Cordy came down first. Her
long, brown hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders. Her red, knee-length
dress showed a bit of her ample cleavage. She gave Xander a sly smile. Xander
was practically drooling at how beautiful she looked. "Wow--Cordy--you look
great!" Xander breathed. Willow came next in her simple, blue, floor-length
dress. She looked shy about her appearance, but she knew she looked good. Her
red hair was done up in an elaborate bun, curled tendrils hung down on either
side of her face. "You look beautiful, babe." Oz smiled. Spike was fidgeting, he
was dying to see Buffy. When she appeared at the top of the stairs, his mouth
went dry. She was a vision of loveliness: Her hair was piled up on top of her
head in a mass of blonde curls. One longer strand hung down along her cheek; the
silk dress flowed along the curves of her lithe body; her matching jade earrings
and necklace sparkled in the light. She held the green silk handbag in her
hands. Spike stared up at her, a look of pure awe and adulation on his face.
Buffy's chest hitched when she saw Spike looking up at her. Both the look on his
face and his attire had her pulse racing wildly. He looked incredibly,
devastatingly, heart-stoppingly handsome. Buffy smiled broadly at him as she
descended the stairs and stopped in front of him. She swelled with pride that
she was going to be on the arm of the best looking man at the dance. The man she
loved. "Buffy...God, pet...you're stunning," Spike said breathlessly, his eyes
drinking all of her in. "Thanks. You look pretty stunning your own self," Buffy
said, wanting to ravage him before the date even started. He looked so scrummy,
sophisticated and neat. She couldn't wait to 'mess him up'.
'Humina-Humina-Humina! Buffy thought. "I hoped you'd like it." Spike smiled.
"You like the dress?" "Yes, I love it! It's so beautiful. Thank you for--for all
of it. But I didn't want you to spend so much--" "Tut-tut, Buffy," Spike
interrupted with a smirk. "There'll be no talk of expense tonight. Tonight is
all about having a grand time. I want to make it special for you. For all of
you." "It already is." Buffy leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. The
men gave their dates their corsages and the bouquets of roses. Buffy's was a
wrist corsage that consisted of 5 white orchids enhanced with variegated greens,
baby's breath and a green silk ribbon. She loved it. Orchids were her favorite
flower. She was overjoyed that Spike had remembered that little factoid. The
gang posed for pictures with each other for the next 10 minutes. Joyce happily
snapped away, taking an entire roll of film. "Let me get another roll!" Joyce
said after she ran out. "Mom! Can't we leave yet?" Buffy was anxious to start
their evening. "You took enough pictures already!" The others agreed. "Oh, all
right," Joyce gave in. "You kids get going. Have a wonderful time! I'll put your
roses in some water, you girls can pick them up tomorrow." Buffy hugged Joyce
and hurried out the front door. She stopped when she got to the bottom of the
porch steps. A black, stretch limousine sat in front of the house. A black clad
chauffeur stood by the side of the car. "Oh my God! A stretch limo!" Buffy
exclaimed, clapping her hands. "This is so cool!" The other girls were equally
impressed. Spike took one of Buffy's arms and looped it through his. "Your
chariot awaits, ladies." The girls were impressed again at the choice of
restaurant. They went to 'Chez Lui', the fanciest restaurant in town. The food
was delicious but horribly expensive. Buffy felt guilty again that Spike had
spent so much money on her and her friends for tonight. But she couldn't help
feeling tickled that he wanted to treat her like a queen. She reminded herself
not to get used to the finer things. Spike would go broke in no time if he did
this often. The couples shared flirty glances and held hands during the meal.
Then it was back to the limo and on to the Prom itself. Buffy hooked her arm
around Spike's and held her head up high as they entered the revamped gym. She
looked at him and smiled. Other prom-goers' heads turned as the three couples
strolled in. They all looked elegant and good together. Especially Buffy and
Spike. Some of the other girls were turning positively green with envy that
Buffy had somehow snagged Mr. Giles' hot son. Harmony was enraged. Her eyes
burned into them as they passed by her. Angel, her date, was looking a bit angry
too. He hadn't thought Buffy would even be attending. And now she was here with
Giles' son? The guy had to be in his twenties! Angel couldn't resist messing
with her. "Hey, Buffy!" Angel said catching up with the blonde couple. Buffy
rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Angel?" "You look real nice." He said
leering at her expensive, form-fitting dress. "I didn't think you were seeing
anyone." Angel looked down his nose at Spike. Spike looked at Angel with a smug
expression, he could see that the wanker was jealous that Buffy was his girl
now. "Yeah, well I am," Buffy replied. "Spike and I have been seeing each other
for awhile now." "What's the matter, Spike, if that is your real name, can't get
a date with someone your own age? You have to go trolling after high school
girls?" Angel chuckled. Spike's jaw tensed. Buffy squeezed his arm. She didn't
want them to start fighting, not tonight. "Piss off, Peaches. You aren't going
to spoil this for Buffy, you git," Spike said, trying to keep his temper in
check. "You know what? I don't believe you two are actually a couple. I think
poor little Buffy couldn't get a date and went crying to Giles. What was it,
Buff? Did you have to pay him to bring you? Or did he do it as a favor to his
dad?" Spike started forward with his fists and jaw clenched, but Buffy held onto
his arm firmly. "Go to Hell, Angel. You can believe anything you want. I don't
give a shit. Why don't you go pay some attention to your date." Buffy glanced at
Harmony stewing in her own juices a few feet away from them. "Come on, Spike,
let's dance." Buffy tugged him away from her ex-boyfriend. Spike reluctantly
allowed her to lead him away. He really wanted a piece of that pillock, but
reminded himself not to do anything to ruin the evening. If Angel kept it up
though, he'd ask him to step out into the parking lot. No one talked to his
woman like that, especially not in front of him, and got away with it. Once they
started to dance, Buffy's arms around his neck, his arms around her waist, it
was easy to forget that they had been upset by Angel's comments. All that faded
away as they gazed into each other's eyes and moved their bodies to the music.
They danced to song after song; their friends coming up and saying what a great
time they were having from time to time. "Hey, guys," Oz said as he and Willow
approached the blondes. "I'm going to sit in with the band on this one." Oz
winked at Spike. Buffy furrowed her brow. "Great. Can't wait to hear you play,"
Spike said. "Spike, could you help me set up?" Oz asked. "Sure." Spike turned
and gave Buffy as kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back, pet." Oz and Spike
left for the stage. Cordelia joined her two girlfriends. "You guys having a good
time?" she asked. "I'm having an amazing time!" Willow exclaimed. "Everything
has just been so perfect!" "Me too." Buffy smiled. "It's even better than I
thought it would be. Spike looks so hot! And he's been so romantic and
attentive...I wish tonight would never end. It's like a dream..." "Xander's been
kind of nervous for a while. I don't know what's bothering him..." Cordy
wondered. Devon, the lead singer of the 'Dingoes' tapped on the microphone.
"Hey, everyone having a good time tonight?" he asked the teens. The room erupted
in applause and whoops. "Great! Okay, we're going to do a something a little
different in a minute. Three guys, one of which is our regular bassist, Oz--"
Some of the crowd whistled and hollered at the mention of Oz's name. His cool
demeanor and friendliness made him a favorite among the students at Sunnydale
High. "Yeah, Oz is one cool dude." Devon laughed. "Anyway, Oz and a couple of
his friends want to do a number for you with the 'Dingoes' assistance. So let's
hear it for Oz, Xander and Spike!" Buffy, Cordy and Willow looked at the stage
with their mouths hanging open as their boyfriends took their places on stage.
Oz had his bass, Spike had an electric guitar strapped on, Xander had to settle
with a tambourine (he didn't know how to play an actual instrument, so it was
either the tambourine or the triangle). Devon went to the piano and sat down,
cracking his knuckles. "Evening, everyone," Spike said into the microphone. "I
hope you'll indulge us for a few minutes. My mates Oz and Xander and I would
like to do a song for you dedicated to our lovely dates. Cordelia Chase," Spike
pointed to Cordy, "Willow Rosenberg," he pointed to the furiously blushing
Willow, "and last, but certainly not least, Buffy Summers." He smiled. "The song
is 'Maybe I'm Amazed' by Sir Paul McCartney. It came out a little before your
times, but it's an awesome tune. It pretty much sums up how we feel. This is for
you, ladies." Spike turned back to the band, counting to the start of the song.
Buffy, Cordy and Willow squealed and hurried up to the edge of the stage. They
looked up at their respective boyfriends and bounced on their heels with
excitement. Devon started playing the piano softly. Spike leaned into the
microphone and sang along with the piano while looking into Buffy's grinning,
upturned face: "Baby, I'm amazed at the way you love me all the time, And maybe
I'm afraid of the way I love you." "Maybe I'm amazed at the way you pulled me
out of time, You hung me on the line. Maybe I'm amazed at the way I really need
you." The other instruments kicked in. Xander and Oz provided the backup
singing, which consisted of, "Ahh's". "Baby, I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man
Who's in the middle of something That he doesn't really understand." "Maybe I'm
a man, Maybe you're the only woman who could ever help me. Baby, won't you help
me to understand? Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah." Spike pursed his lips as he played the
guitar during the instrumental part. Buffy was light-headed and giddy. Her heart
felt ready to burst with joy at the words he was singing to her. She held
Willow's hand tightly as she stared at the blonde, God-like being that was her
boyfriend. 'I am soooo going to jump him when he's done! Could he BE any
hotter?! That's my frickin' boyfriend! Yay, me!!' Buffy thought. Spike was
pleased that the girls were enjoying the performance. Buffy looked so elegant,
so beautiful, so thrilled at this surprise that he, Oz and Xander had cooked up.
His heart leapt in his chest. He hoped that the song conveyed to her how much
she meant to him and how lucky he knew that he was to have her. He wanted to put
that blissful look on her face permanently. Spike continued to sing in a rough
voice: "Baby, I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man Who's in the middle of something
That he doesn't really understand." "Baby, I'm a man, And maybe you're the only
woman who could ever help me. Baby, won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah." "Maybe I'm amazed at the way you're with me all the time,
And maybe I'm afraid of the way I leave you." "Maybe I'm amazed at the way you
help me sing my song, You right me when I'm wrong-- Maybe I'm amazed at the way
I really need you." "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." "Oh, Oh, yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah, Wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, wo, Won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah." Buffy, Willow and Cordy were swaying and swooning to the
music. They were joined at the edge of the stage by several other girls who
looked similarly enraptured by the performers. Lucky bitches! Many of the other
girls thought as they watched Spike play his instrument. Spike sang the last few
verses: "Maybe I'm a man, maybe I'm a lonely man Who's in the middle of
something That he doesn't really understand." "Baby, I'm a man, You're the only
woman who could ever help me. Won't you help me to understand?
Oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ah." "Oh, maybe I'm amazed, Maybe I'm amazed, Yeah, maybe I'm
amazed, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, maybe I'm amazed, I'm amazed with you." "Oo--
Oo--" The second the song came to an end, the crowd broke out in applause,
whooping and whistling. The couples who had been dancing to the song smiled and
clapped too. Buffy and her girlfriends applauded the loudest, jumping up and
down. Spike smirked and removed the guitar, placing it against the drum kit. He
went over to Devon and shook his hand before coming back to the front of the
stage and jumping down in front of Buffy. Buffy put her arms around his neck and
pulled him against her for a heated kiss. Oz and Xander went to their
girlfriends and got the same treatment. Angel and Harmony were grinding their
teeth in anger. Angel didn't want Buffy anymore, but he wanted her to pine after
him...not look like the cat who ate the canary. Spike must be the guy she said
was better in bed than him. Yeah, right! As if! Harmony was ready to claw
Buffy's eyes out. She knew that Buffy wanted Spike for herself, that's why Buffy
threw that drink on her at The Bronze. After dancing to a few more songs, the
three couples decided to cut out. The girls couldn't keep their hands off their
dates, they were feeling extremely amorous after the very public and unexpected
declaration of their feelings. They all piled into the limo. "Where to now?"
Buffy asked, cuddling against Spike's chest. 'Somewhere with a nice, big bed I
hope!' Buffy smiled. "Now it's back to my house," Spike replied, stroking
Buffy's back. "There are enough--bedrooms for all of us, and the guys and I
prepared some refreshments ahead of time." "You guys thought of everything!"
Willow grinned. "Tonight's been so special." She kissed Oz. "I almost died when
I saw you up on the stage!" Cordy laughed and kissed Xander. "You're just full
of surprises." "Unfortunately, I can't play an instrument to save my life,"
Xander said with regret. "So, I got stuck with the Davy Jones-tambourine work."
He pouted. "You were great, baby," Cordy purred. When they got back to Spike's
house, Spike opened a bottle of Dom Perignon. They were underage, but it
wouldn't do any harm since they were all staying the night at his place. The
guys had cleared a large space in the middle of the living room for more
dancing, the lights were turned down low to create a more romantic atmosphere. A
selection of songs about love and romance had been programmed into the CD
player. The couples held each other close and gently swayed back and forth.
"Spike?" Buffy had her head resting on his shoulder. "Yes, luv?" "Thank you for
tonight. It was so perfect, so beautiful," she said dreamily. "My pleasure. I'm
glad I could make you happy. That's all I ever want to do from now on." "Spike?"
"Hmmm?" "Could we--go upstairs--like right now?" Buffy asked, her body was
screaming for him. Spike smirked and pulled back to look at her. "I thought
you'd never ask." He pressed his lips against hers. "Let's go!" Buffy exhaled.
"It's been fun, guys," Spike said taking Buffy's hands and heading for the
stairs. "Goodnight!" "Goodnight!" the others said to the retreating couple.
Buffy was about to open the door to his bedroom when Spike put his hand over
hers. "What?" she asked, perplexed. "Wait here." Spike grinned. He gave her a
quick kiss and slipped into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Buffy
waited, getting more impatient by the minute. She tapped her foot. After a few
minutes, she spoke up, "Spike! Come on! We don't have all night!" Spike opened
the door a little and poked his head out. "Actually, we do." He smirked and
opened the door all the way. Buffy walked in slowly. There were lit candles on
every available surface, casting shadows on the walls. The bed was covered in
cream-colored silk sheets, rose petals were strewn on top of the sheets. Soft
music played on the stereo. "Spike--this is wonderful." "Glad you like it, pet,"
he purred, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. Spike
kissed her bare shoulder, making her shudder. "There's something else I bought
for you in the bathroom. Why don't you go ahead and check it out. I'll wait for
you here." Spike kissed her neck. "O-okay..." Buffy said breathily. Spike
released her then she headed to the bathroom. When she turned on the light and
closed the door, she saw a clothing box sitting on the sink. She quickly went
over and opened it. Inside the box was a white, silk peignoir with a matching
feather-trimmed, floor-length robe. It looked just like the kind she'd expect to
see on movie stars from the 30's and 40's. It was so glamorous and sexy, she
couldn't wait to put it on. "Yoo-hoo..." Buffy sing-songed. Spike held his
breath and turned around when the bathroom door opened again. Buffy slid a hand
up the doorframe, dropped the robe off one shoulder and looked at him with a
seductive smile. The light from the bathroom made her nightgown diaphanous.
Spike could see the shapes of her legs and the V they made at the juncture of
her thighs clearly through the gown. "You look beautiful, Buffy." Spike
swallowed hard. Buffy was trying to play the cool seductress, but seeing him
dressed only in those yummy blue, satin pajama bottoms and robe again had her
heart hammering in her chest. "I--see you changed too," Buffy said, licking her
dry lips. "Mmm-hmm." Spike smiled and held his hand out to her. Buffy slunk over
to him. They put their arms around each other and began a soulful and thorough
kiss. They slowly removed the robes from the other's body, letting them drop to
the floor. Spike guided her to the bed and gently eased her down onto it. Buffy
moved up the bed while maintaining the kiss. Spike covered her body with his.
Their hands glided and whispered over the other's skin and the smooth, cool silk
of their garments. "Let's never fight again," Buffy panted when they broke for
air. "I love you, Spike." "Love you too, pet. The fighting isn't good, but the
making up part is..." Spike kissed her throat then trailed kisses onto her
chest. "Make love to me, Spike," Buffy gasped, running her hands through his
hair. "As you wish." Spike went back to her lips, kissing her passionately.
They'd both missed this contact desperately during the last two days. Making
love at least once a day now was a must, it was as natural as breathing or
blinking. When they didn't get their fixes, they got--cranky. Spike reached
behind her neck to untie the strips that held the top of her peignoir up. He
pulled at it until it was down to her waist, her torso was now bare and open to
his inspection. His mouth and hands immediately set to work on her tits: laving
them with his tongue and kneading them gently. "Ahhh-Mmmm, Spike!" Buffy mewled.
"Want you!" Spike got to his knees and slid the peignoir down and off her body.
He dropped it over the side of the bed. He slowly pulled on the tie that kept
his pants up. Buffy watched raptly, she reached out and stroked a hand up and
down his thigh. Spike got off the bed and stood up, sliding the pants down his
legs and stepping out of them. He panther-crawled back onto the bed and hovered
above her. She ran her hands up and down his strong arms as they gazed into each
other's eyes. "I want you. No foreplay. I have to have you now," Buffy said
succinctly. Her pussy throbbed and ached to feel him buried inside of her again.
Spike settled between her thighs, licking and sucking along her jugular. Buffy
bent her knees and pressed them against his hips, her feet ran up and down the
backs of his thighs. Spike slowly slid his turgid length into Buffy's fiery
depths. Once he was fully encased in her sheath, they laid together, petting and
caressing the other's flesh. They cherished being reconnected in every way after
what seemed to be an eternity. Spike propped himself up on his forearms, so that
he could watch her face while they fucked. He loved watching the emotions play
over her face, to watch her mouth open and close as she gasped. He began to move
in and out of her shallowly. Buffy tilted her head back, her hands moved up his
arms to his shoulders. "Yes--Ohhh--Spike--Ohhhh!" Buffy moaned. Spike dipped his
head and licked at her throat. His thrusts changed, becoming longer and deeper.
"I missed you, pet," Spike said roughly, kissing a path back to her lips.
"Tonight was so wonderful--Ahhhh--Never fight with you again!" Buffy hummed.
"Buffy--I can't hold back--Need to cum inside you!" Spike panted, breaking the
kiss. Their faces were inches apart. "Yes--Want to feel you cum--I need to cum
too! Fuck me, Spike!" Buffy gulped in air. Spike's hips moved faster. Buffy
raised her knees more, tilting her pelvis to allow him to go deeper. She
clutched at him when she felt him lifting off and pulling out of her pussy.
"Spike! Please don't stop!" Buffy begged, reaching for him. Spike put his hands
under her knees and held them up while he bent down and slid his tongue along
her slit. "OOOHHH--AHHH!" Buffy thrashed her head from side to side. Spike
continued wriggling his tongue in and around her cunt, he wanted to cum bad, but
he needed to taste her sweet pussy-juice first. He felt himself getting closer
and closer to blast off with every stroke of his tongue. He locked his lips
around her clit and sucked on it while flicking the head with his tongue.
"OOOOHHHH! YES!--SPIKE!--OHH GOD--CUMMING!!" Buffy's hips bucked. Spike removed
his mouth and moved back up her body quickly, hooking his arms under her knees
and sliding his cock back into her hole just as she was beginning to spasm. He
pistoned his hips hard and fast, ramming into her. "AHHH! BUFFY!" Spike gasped,
throwing his head back as the orgasm gripped his body. The lovers moved against
each other, panting and moaning until they were spent. Spike gave her a slow,
wet kiss before moving off to the side. They laid like that a moment, their eyes
closed, smiles of fulfillment touching their lips. Buffy groaned and rolled over
to lay her head on his shoulder. She placed a soft kiss to the crook of his
neck. Spike smiled more broadly and slid his left arm under her body, bringing
it around to her back. His hand caressed the small of her back. "Now, that's
what I'm talkin' about! That's the stuff!" Buffy breathed, running her hand over
his pecs. Spike chuckled. "Mmmm--I have to agree with you there." The other
couples in the house were experiencing much the same thing in the other
bedrooms. The evening had been everything that they all could have hoped for.
Chapter 9 [A/N: There's a lot of angsty and sad doin's a' transpirin' in this
chapter. Hang in there, gentle reader!] A week after the Prom was graduation.
The students and their families all gathered on the lawn of Sunnydale High for
the open air ceremony. When Buffy's name was mentioned, her cheering section
hooted and clapped. Spike stood up, whistled loudly and shouted, "That's my
girl! You did it, babe! Yeah, Buffy!" Buffy giggled and blushed as she accepted
her diploma from a dour-looking Principal Snyder. She and Spike had grown closer
than ever since Prom night. He had been a jerk at first about taking her to the
dance, but he'd more than made up for it. Buffy had talked with her girlfriends
about it, and she realized that, yes, Spike was amazing and wonderful, but he
was still human, he was still a guy. He'd mess up occasionally. She could deal
with that. Especially if the making it up to her was as spectacular as the whole
Prom thing and the week since then had been. The only thing that marred the day
for Buffy was that her father was once again MIA. He'd sent a bouquet of flowers
and had a brand new TV/VCR combo delivered to her house, along with his regrets.
Apparently, Vicki had some kind of crisis again. It hurt. It hurt a lot. But
Buffy could easily settle for having her best friends, her Mom, Giles and of
course, Spike as her support system. The rest of the day was spent partying and
having fun. The graduates were elated to finally be out of high school or 'the
Hell Mouth' as they called it. As a graduation present, Spike took Buffy on a
shopping trip to buy new clothes for college in the Fall and a weekend at a
quaint little Bed and Breakfast up the coast. Needless to say, Buffy approved. A
few weeks passed. Buffy was at Spike's house almost non-stop. They had discussed
the possibility of her moving in with him instead of the dorms, but they hadn't
come to a decision. Buffy thought that maybe she'd need to live on campus to be
closer to her classes, but the temptation to actually live with her lover was
great. Willow, Oz, Xander and Cordy were frequent guests at Spike's place, too.
They hung out and watched movies, played games, swam in the pool (Cordy and
Willow couldn't help giggling a little every time they saw the pool) and spent
the night at least once a week. The gang made sure to be at The Bronze whenever
Spike performed to support him. He was playing there more often to bring in
extra money. He still had a healthy bank account thanks to his previous
escorting jobs, but that money wouldn't last forever. Spike was also trying to
write more often. Buffy would give him some quiet time to work on his poetry and
short stories. She'd bring him something to drink or a snack while he worked at
his computer in his den. He looked so adorable with his wire-frame glasses on
that she ended up straddling him on his desk chair and ravishing him more than a
few times. Spike would always smirk and tell her that he was due for a break
anyway. There was nothing like a good shag to get the 'creative juices' flowing.
Things were going well. Too well... Spike sat in his living room with his and
Buffy's friends. The only people missing were Buffy herself and Joyce. Buffy was
helping Joyce out at the gallery tonight and would join the rest of them later.
Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordy and Giles sat around talking and watching some Monty
Python DVD's. The doorbell rang. Spike got up and went to the door, a smile on
his face. He was anxious for Buffy to get back to him. They were doing a little
better at being separated for short periods of time. When he opened the door,
the smile faded fast. Druscilla, his former lover, was standing there, a wide
grin on her face. Her waist-length, brown hair was perfectly coiffed, falling
down her back in large curls. She was wearing one of her typical outfits:
ankle-length, red, velvet; the bodice was laced up the front; her breasts were
practically hiked up to her chin; a pair of high-heeled ankle-boots completed
her outfit. "Hello, Spike. (She pronounced it 'Spoike') "Dru...what--what are
you doing here?" Spike asked, taken aback at seeing her again. "What? I can't
pop in and say hello? May I come in?" she asked pushing past him, not waiting
for an invitation. "Oh! Are you having a party?" Dru said when she came into the
living room and saw the others. She grinned and