by Pattyanne

"Stop trying to see me," Buffy snapped, attempting to sound as though she really meant it. "And stop calling me that!" Her second sentence, she definitely DID mean. But it still took all the willpower she had inside of her not to melt into a puddle when she turned around and faced him. Dammit! How the hell did he manage to look so adorably little boyish and so devastatingly sexy at the same time? Tilting his head to one side that way, those dark eyes that saw through her bluff every time just drove her....freaking nuts! "So, um," he said hesitantly, pacing slowly towards her. "What should I call you then?" Buffy briefly considered telling him why she didn't like being called "love" by him. Should she go ahead and explain to him that after years of listening to him call every girl he met by that nickname at some point or another, it made her feel like she was not really that special to him after all? "Pet?" he suggested. Oh, God..no! That was even worse. The same girls who were "love" sooner or later were called "Pet" as well. In fact, the first girl she'd heard him refer to as "Pet" had been his wacko girlfriend, Drusilla. Buffy hated to be reminded of Drusilla's presence in the world. No matter how far away she was, on whatever continent she resided or flipped out state of mind she might be in, Buffy didn't even want to think about her. Thinking about Drusilla always led to thinking about Spike and Drusilla, and THAT always led to thinking about the fact that Spike had loved Drusilla for a zillion years, so she must have had something going for her to hold on to him for so long. This, of course, always led to thinking about her own insecurities and shortcomings, which then segued right into memories of her lousy track record at keeping a man interested. And if she couldn't keep an ordinary man happy, what hope did she have of holding on to this one? It was enough to give a slayer a headache. "Sweetheart?" Now, THAT was more like it. No one had ever called her sweetheart before, and she'd certainly never heard him say it to another girl. It was a good sounding word, and it sounded even better when Spike said it. Especially when it was accompanied by that little half smile, the one that always made her want to grab hold of him and kiss it. She was on the verge of throwing her arms around him and telling him that "sweetheart" suited her just fine, when he brought his left hand up to stroke her hair. "My little Goldielocks," he murmured. "You know...I love your hair," he went on, raising his right hand to join his left as it fingered the locks of her hair. Buffy held her breath, staring down at the floor as her body began sending her urgent messages, encouraging her to cooperate with this deliciously sexy guy, and assuring her she would be well rewarded for it. "It's so soft," Spike continued. "Such a beautiful color." He leaned closer and whispered in her ear. "And it always smells so damn good." Her head was spinning sweetly as she felt him place one hand on her hip and pull her forward, pressing her lower body firmly against his. She gasped, trying to rally her defenses. She couldn't do this with him again. Not in the KITCHEN, anyway...with Dawn about to come downstairs. And Willow. What if Willow decided to come back down? And...oh, god..wasn't Xander supposed to be there soon to take Dawn to school? "Stop that," she said quietly, uncertain of whether or not she really wanted him to. Apparently, Spike had already figured it out. "You don't mean it," he said. "You know you don't want me to stop." Buffy frowned. Wait a second. Even if he was right...if indeed she did not want him to stop...it wasn't up to him to decide that for her. Gathering her resolve, Buffy placed her hands on his chest and pushed him slightly away. "I told you to stop," she said, glaring at him. "And I DO mean it!" Spike grabbed her upper arms and hauled her close again. "Don't play games with me, little girl," he said harshly. "I'm not one of the boy toys that takes all the crap you dish out and thanks you for it." Buffy was getting angry. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" she spat. "Take your hands off me...now!" He ignored her. "That's not what you said the other night," he reminded her with a smirk on his handsome face. "Matter of fact, you were begging me to put my hands on you..all over you...you even told me where you wanted them." "Temporary insanity," Buffy replied, clenching her fist. Spike saw the hit coming and caught it with one hand. "Yeah, right," he scoffed. "For twelve bloody hours? I don't think so, love." "I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!" Bringing her other fist into play, she punched him in the abdomen. She might as well have punched the wall for all the good it did her. **Can't hurt him there, stupid. Solid muscle...remember?** She SHOULD remember! She'd spent enough time playing in the area the other night. She'd kissed, and fondled, and felt those muscles in action as he lay on top of her...and beneath her...and behind her...his body moving in perfect syncopation with hers. "Come on, Buffy," he coaxed her. "Say it. Just say it one time...just once...and I'll take you to bed and do things to your body that you've never dreamed of." Her brain rejected these words, but her traitorous body seemed willing to listen. Until he said, "When are you gonna stop being so bloody stubborn and admit that you want me...." **Don't say it!** "...love?" **You said it! You opened your big, fat mouth and said something stupid! Again! You just never know when to shut up, do you? Even when you're winning, you can't leave well enough alone. You're not happy unless you're running off at the mouth and ruining everything!** This was his most unattractive personality trait. He was always with the smart ass comments and sneering smiles, and it was completely counter productive when it came to getting him what he wanted. It was exactly the thing that had kept her from staying with him in that condemned rat trap she'd woken up in the other day, after a night of the most intense and satisfying sex she'd ever experienced. Her body had been his, to do whatever he pleased with, and she'd given in without a struggle when he'd pulled her across his own body, lowering her to the floor as he had devoured her mouth. Her mind had begun to drift off on an airy cloud, until he'd opened his mouth and spoke, bringing her back to earth with an unpleasant thump. Telling her that he'd always known the only thing better than killing a slayer would be fucking one had been stupid, insensitive, and downright dangerous. If she'd had her hand anywhere near a stake, she'd have used it. **And now...here you are doing it again. Congratulations, Spike....you're nothing if not consistent!** Glancing out the window, Buffy saw Xander's car pull into the driveway. It was a perfect out. "DAWN!" she yelled. "XANDER'S HERE TO TAKE YOU TO SCHOOL!" Spike loosened his grip and stepped back. "Saved by the idiot." Turning on one heel, he walked out of the kitchen. "See you around, Goldielocks."

Buffy sat on the edge of her bed, trying to collect her thoughts and group them into proper categories. The surprise inspection by the county social worker had gone amazingly well. Mrs. Kroger had looked around the house, and checked the contents of the refrigerator and pantry, making sure that nutritional needs were being met. This had worried Buffy, since she hadn't been to the market for three or four days. Willow had apparently heard what was going on, because when the fridge door was opened, it was fully stocked. Mrs. Kroger had looked it over, then turned with a smile and told Buffy that she was a thoughtful shopper. When she'd gone upstairs to see Dawn's room, Buffy had yanked open the fridge door and stared in surprise. There was a gallon of milk, orange juice, a dozen eggs, cheese, and several cartons of yogurt. The meat keeper contained chicken, two pounds of ground beef, and a huge pot roast. There were apples and pears, celery, carrots, avocados and a bag of salad greens in the vegetable drawers. Opening the freezer, Buffy had found chocolate ice cream, frozen juice bars, pot pies, bags of broccoli, corn and french fries. Adding a nice little touch of realism, Willow had conjured up leftover pizza in plastic wrap, a few cans of soda, a bag of chocolate cookies, and a half eaten mold of cherry jello. It was only an appearance spell, and even as she'd watched, it had begun to dissipate and reveal the true contents of the fridge. Buffy had closed the door, silently promising herself to go to the market and bring home every item Willow had magicked up. As she'd followed Mrs. Kroger into the living room, she spotted Willow and Tara at the top of the stairs, looking anxious. Buffy had given them a quick thumbs up, and mouthed a silent "thank you." Another brief moment of panic struck when Mrs. Kroger had asked to see Dawn's last report card. Fully expecting the woman to shake her head disapprovingly, Buffy had been surprised to be told that it wasn't unusual for a child's grades to slip a little after an emotional trauma, such as the death of a parent. Buffy had quickly assured the social worker that Dawn had already started to buckle down at school and show some progress. Then, over a cup of coffee, the women discussed finances. With Willow's help, the slayer had finally managed to track her footloose father and had bullied him into sending her a check every single week. No longer feeling any kind of closeness for the parent she hadn't seen in years, she'd had no compunction about reminding him that Dawn was still a minor and he had certain obligations that must be met. She'd said all this with a unspoken but clear threat of possible legal action, hinting that if she had to seek help from the court system, he'd quite possibly be told to pay all the back child support he'd racked up after years of ignoring the existence of his daughters. Buffy had felt no guilt at forcing him to cough up money for a child that was technically not his own. Her memories of Dawn were still intact, which meant that his were also. As far as he knew, Dawn was every bit as much his child as Buffy herself was. And even if he knew the truth of the matter and didn't feel he owed Dawn anything, he definitely owed Buffy, and one way or another, she was going to collect every last dime. After subtly warning him not to disappear again, she had hung up the phone with a triumphant smile, quite delighted that she'd thrown a monkey wrench into her father's carefree, pleasure seeking, roaming the world lifestyle. Four days later, the first check had arrived. Buffy's satis- faction had been somewhat muted by the fact that the envelope contained only a check, without so much as a note..not even a scrap of paper with a few lines scribbled on it...asking how they were getting along. Although she'd been hurt, she'd not been surprised. What could you expect from a man who never even bothered to call, let alone show up, when the mother of his children died, a woman he'd been married to for fifteen years? Any possibility of reconciliation had also died that day as she stood by the mailbox, a painful lump forming in her throat. At that exact moment, for the first time, Buffy had truly felt like an orphan. Running back into the house, she'd thrown herself face down on her bed and burst into tears, crying for everything she'd once had that was now gone forever. Mrs. Kroger had listened grimly to Buffy's unhappy story and promised her that if push came to shove, the courts would most definitely become involved. She would make sure of it. Buffy would be given full, legal guardianship of her sister, and Hank Summers would be footing the bill. ********************************************************* She stared at herself in the mirror, examining her face, and wasn't displeased with what she saw. Although she had changed greatly in the past few years, shedding a little baby fat from her face and figure, her hair was beautiful, even if she did say so herself. Well...not JUST herself. Spike found it beautiful, too. At this time, it was the longest it had ever been. She'd stopped forcing it to be an unnatural shade of blond some time ago, and her own color...a rather pleasing shade of honey and golden brown...had taken back over. The night she had spent with her latest demon lover, he hadn't been able to keep his hands out of it. He had stroked it and played with it in their quiet moments, and had pulled on it savagely, forcing her head back and making her arch her throat during their tempestuous lovemaking. She blushed when she remembered one particular moment. She had been on her hands and knees...a brand new position for her that she had absolutely loved...and Spike had been mounting her from behind. Using language that wouldn't be out of place in a XXX rated movie, he had gripped a handful of her hair and pulled it taut, making her keep her head up. Her eyes had glanced to the side and she'd been shocked to see the shadow they were casting on one wall, caused by a wash of moonlight. It was one of the most erotic sights she'd ever witnessed. Her heart rate had kicked into overdrive and her body had released a rush of fluid so copious that it had trickled slowly down her thighs, mingling with Spike's ejaculate. When he had brought her to one of the most satisfying orgasms she'd ever had...all of which had been with him that night...he had pounded into her so hard that she had scraped her knees trying to keep herself anchored. After he came, he had pulled her up onto those sore knees and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist. Burying his face in her hair, he had told her over and over again how much he loved her, how perfect and beautiful and special she was to him, how he would never love anyone the way he loved her. Just thinking about it was beginning to get her worked up. She desperately needed something to take her mind off of... "What shall I call you then?" ....that smart ass, irritating, big mouth! "Pet? Sweetheart? My little goldielocks?" Who never knew how to quit when he was ahead! "I love your hair. So soft...such a pretty color.." And who needed to be put in his place! "You know you don't want me to stop." Big know-it-all vampire! Thinks he knows ME! "Don't play games with me, little girl." Ha! As if she would! "That's not what you said the other night." Yeah...well.... "You were begging me..." In your dreams, blondie! "Say it...say it just once..." No! "I'll take you to bed and do things to your body you've never dreamed of." .....no. "When are you gonna stop being so bloody stubborn and admit that you want me, love?" When HELL freezes over! "See you around, goldielocks." Oh, yeah? Well, maybe you just won't like what you see! With a scowl of fierce determination, she grabbed the scissors from her drawer and raised them to her long tresses.

Being invisible was the most fun she'd had in a very long time...not counting the incredible sex fest she'd been treated to a couple of days ago. After checking in with Xander and Anya in hopes of getting them started on a solution to her problem, which admittedly would start to get real old, real fast...she took a long, leisurely stroll through the park, stirring up a little mischief just for the hell of it. She had unseated a few ugly hats, leaned against car doors to prevent people from climbing out of them, caught Frisbees before they reached the person they were being thrown to and then turned them around and threw them back, and stole a hot dog from a vendor pushing a cart. This last act of hooliganism was slightly mellowed by the promise she made herself to return and pay for it. On the playground, she freaked people out by swing- ing on the swing set while wailing like a lost soul, then giggling like a loon. She turned the drinking fountain on and off, and splashed a pushy kid that wouldn't take his turn properly. Eventually, she grew tired of these antics and decided to head for home. Cutting through the cemetery where her undead inamorata resided, she gave in to a sudden impulse and headed for his crypt to pay him a little surprise visit. ************************************************* She kicked the door open in her usual manner. The television was playing some stinky old horror flick, but her vampire lover wasn't sitting in his favorite chair. Closing the door, she walked into the room on tiptoe and saw him standing in front of the open fridge door, looking tousled and sexy. Spike was wearing jeans and a loose fitting button down shirt. He was barefoot, which tickled her pink for some reason. As she watched he turned and surveyed the room. "Whatever beastie you are, I know you're here," he said. "And I hurt beasties." Unable to resist, she walked over to him and squeezed his...amazingly firm...ass. "Hey!" He jumped a little. "Watch it!" Buffy was having a hard time not falling on the floor laughing. God, this was fun! She reached over and switched off the television, and Spike sighed. "Oh, a ghost is it?" he asked irritably. "Go haunt the living, like a good spook." Instead of doing as he said, Buffy glided past him, just barely touching. Spike lifted his head, scenting the air. His eyes narrowed as she moved behind him. Without giving him a chance to speak, she grabbed his arm and threw him up against the wall. He tried to move away, but she shoved him back and pinned him, then ripped open his shirt, sending buttons flying. Spike stared down, confused, then took another good whiff of the air above her head. Buffy leaned forward and drew circles around the flat copper disc of his right nipple, tonguing it thoroughly, making him gasp and moan. "Buffy?" Drawing back, she pouted, forgetting that he couldn't see it. "Aww..you guessed," she complained. "Baby...what the hell happened to you?" he asked, groping with one hand until he found her arm, then pulling her close again. She shrugged, nestling closer. "I don't know. I was walking along minding my own business, and then...poof! Invisible." He shook his head. "This could only happen to you, kitten. So, tell me," he added, "what brings you here in the middle of the day? If you're looking for a slaying partner, I'll have to decline. I have a nasty allergy to direct sunlight." She giggled and nuzzled his chest. "Not a slaying partner," she admitted, letting her lips linger on his smooth skin. "Oh," he said, grinning like a devil, "you've come by for a taste of what you had the other night, have you? You ready to admit that..." She clapped her hand over his mouth. "Do yourself a favor," she advised. "Stop talking...and take me downstairs to bed." Placing his hand on her shoulder, he let it slide down her arm until it found hers, then led her across the floor to the ladder. ***************************************************** "You're doing pretty well for someone who can't see what he's touching," Buffy commented. Spike shrugged, and undid the last button on her shirt. "I don't really need to see buttons in order to undo them," he replied, peeling the garment off and tossing it on the floor. He found the front clasp of her bra and twisted it open. "When I find out who did this to you," he said, "I'm gonna tear their fucking heads off....pain or no pain." "How come?" she asked, puzzled at the comment. "Because half the fun of undressing you is seeing you naked." His hands cupped her face and he lowered his head and kissed her. She was really beginning to enjoy it, when his fingers slid up and into her hair and he pulled away in shock. "What's wrong?" she asked, forgetting about her hair cut. "Your hair!" he said loudly. "Where the fuck is your hair?" "Oh, that," she shrugged. "Um...I had it cut." He placed his hands on top of her head and then moved them down the sides, measuring the place where her hair ended. He was quiet for a moment, then sighed. "Please tell me that you didn't cut off your hair just to spite me," he said. "No way," she lied, crossing her invisible fingers. "I just wanted a change." "I really wish I could see your face right now," he said. "See if you're fibbing to me." "Why?" "If you did it because of what I said," he informed her, smiling, "then you wasted your time and money, as well as your hair. Buffy," he went on, stroking the shortened locks, "I told you that I love the color of your hair...and how soft it is...and how good it smells. I never said anything about the length." This was true, and she could have kicked herself! "I'll bet," he said, still fondling her hair, "that it looks lovely on you." "Well," she sighed. "It's kind of cute...and it's not too short." "No," he smiled. "And it's still soft and it still smells wonderful." Buffy looked into his eyes, wishing he could be looking into hers. Why couldn't he talk this way all the time? It would sure save him a hell of a lot of trouble. She slipped her invisible hands up and around the back of his neck, drawing him down for another kiss. Her tongue pried his lips apart and slipped into his mouth, dancing lightly over the blunt edge of his teeth. Groaning softly, he tugged her down onto the bed and finished undressing her. When they were both naked, they climbed beneath the crisp white sheet and he began to make slow and tender love to her. His mouth trailed down her throat and found the upper curve of her breast, and she arched her back, offering herself up for his pleasure. Spike brought one hand up and cupped the warm mound of flesh, lifting it slightly as he opened his mouth and found her hard nipple, aching and swollen and needing his soothing tongue. He drew wet, lazy circles around the sensitive peak, then suckled it until she was writing under him, her fingers tangling in his unruly curls, keeping his mouth where she loved having it. "So soft, baby," he murmured against her skin. "Never felt anything as soft as you." "More," she begged, guiding him to her other breast. "Suck hard. Oh, god....yeah....I love it when you do that." He smiled, squeezing and fondling her breast. "Such luscious tits you have, slayer. I could play here for hours and never get enough of them." "Don't stop," she demanded, pulling him back down."Not yet." Spike gave her what she wanted, indulging both of their cravings extravagantly. He sucked and licked her tender flesh, paying her lavish compliments on their beauty and softness. As he became more aggressive, he nipped her with his teeth, then soothed the sting with his cool tongue. When she was ready for him to move on, she released her grip on his hair and nudged him further down. He chuckled softly. "Oh, I know what my girl wants, what she needs," he said, kissing a wet path down her abdomen. Settling himself lower in the bed, he urged her to part her thighs and then applied his tongue to the moist cleft of her sex. He licked her all over, then located her clit and sucked it lightly. Buffy's entire lower body was bathed in a fever of pleasure. He was having to hold her by the hips to keep her still as she twisted and turned beneath him. "Oh....oh, yes....Spike..." she panted, her fingers digging into the mattress. "That's so good....so good." "Mm-hmm" he agreed, lapping at her with hard strokes of his tongue. She was rapidly climbing the steep hill that no one else had ever led her up before. He had brought her to this point so many times the other night, so many ways, she had lost track of everything he had done to her. All she had known clearly, was that she wanted more of this...more of him. As it was then, so it was now. She wanted more...right then and there. "Spike," she whispered, tugging on the silky white blond curls. "Do it now...I want it now...I can't wait. Please, baby...love me now." It was all he needed to hear. Moving back up, he nestled his hips between her spread thighs. "Lift up a little, babe," he directed, and when she did, he positioned himself and slid all the way inside of her. "Buffy," he moaned, kissing her lips and her cheeks. "Oh, baby...you feel so good. So tight and wet...wanna fuck you so hard." But contrary to what he was saying, he began thrusting gently, sliding slowly in and then back out, letting her feel every inch of his cock as it invaded her, plundered her....and drove her wild. She whimpered in her throat, all the intense pleasure of the other night racing back to her. He responded with a soft gasp as his hips dipped and then rose back up. Their world was absolutely perfect then....until.... "Spike?" They both froze. "What are you doing?" Spike turned his head and saw Xander standing a few feet away from the bed. Trying desperately to think of a plausible explanation, all he could come up with was, "What am I....well, what does it look like I'm doing, you nit? I'm exercising, aren't I?" With an apologetic look down at Buffy, he did two rapid push ups that made her squeak, both from the sudden pressure on her abdomen and the hard thrust of his erection inside her. "Exercising?" Xander asked, doubtfully. "Naked. In bed." With a long suffering sigh, Spike pulled out of Buffy and stood up, wrapping the sheet around his hips. "A man shouldn't use immortality as an excuse to let himself go," he explained. "Gotta keep fit for the killing." He sat down on the end of the bed, waiting for Xander to reveal the purpose of his visit. "Yeah-huh," Xander nodded skeptically, then shrugged. "I'm looking for Buffy." "Haven't seen her," Spike answered promptly. "Well, you wouldn't," Xander said. "Fact is...she's come down with a slight case of invisibility." "Yeah?" Spike asked, looking appropriately shocked. "How did, uh...." His words caught in his throat when he felt Buffy sneak up behind him and lick his ear. "We don't know yet," Xander replied. Making little kissy sounds, Buffy bit down on Spike's earlobe and nibbled it, making him jump. "Anyway," Xander went on, "she's not at the house and I really, really need to find her." "Uh...I'll tell you what," Spike said, swatting at thin air behind him. "I'll take a peek around, first chance I get," he tried to muffle a laugh as she tickled him, "and if we run into each other, I'll clue her that you're on the look- out." "After your," Xander made a face, "exercises?" Spike swatted Buffy's hand away before it went for his crotch. "Yeah...right." After a moment, Xander nodded and turned to leave. "You know, Spike," he said, "all kidding aside...you really should get a girlfriend." He climbed the ladder and left the crypt. Spike turned around towards Buffy. "You know, that boy is bloody stupid," he said, shaking his head. "Never mind that," she replied. "We have got to figure out a way of locking that door up there." Crawling back up the bed to her, he settled by her side. "Listen, babe...as much as I hate to say this, you should probably go and find out why they're searching high and low for you. Maybe your chums have figured out a way to bring you back to living color." Buffy shook her head, forgetting again that he couldn't see her. "I don't want to," she whined, a child being dragged out of a playground by the scruff of her neck. But he wasn't giving in. "I don't care. You're going. Find your clothes and get dressed." Putting himself out of "hitting" reach, he got out of bed and located a bottle of wine and a glass. "I know you're enjoying the invisibility game, slayer, but I'd like to be able to see you again...soon," he said, pouring a glass full of the wine and drink- ing it. "I thought we were having fun," Buffy grumbled. She stood up on the bed and jumped into his arms. "We were," he replied. "And we will. As soon as you're completely...here." She tried to lean down and kiss him, but he pushed her away. "I mean it, Buffy. Find your clothes and get going, because I want to have all of you and..." Inspiration struck and she dropped to her knees and took his slightly softened shaft into her mouth, determined to harden it up again. Spike looked down. "Okay, that's cheating."

"Knock-knock" Buffy called out, pushing on the heavy door. "Spike? You here?" He scared the life out of her by appearing suddenly out of the darkness. "You're knocking?" he asked, his voice teasing her. "Christ...the world isn't coming to an end again, is it?" Buffy smiled and stepped inside. "Not that I know of, but keep your mouth shut and don't jinx it." Spike closed the door and followed her into the main room. "Wait a minute," he said. "Turn around." Buffy sighed and spun on one heel, ending up with a "Ta-da!" gesture. "You like?" He grinned. "Oh, yeah," he said softly. "It's good to see you again, kitten." **Kitten? Oh, I like that name. Stick with that and you'll be okay.** "It's good to be seen," she replied smartly, plopping down in his chair. "You'll never guess who was behind that little stunt." "Probably not," he agreed, scooping her up and sitting down in the chair himself, keeping her on his lap. "So why don't you save us some valuable time and just tell me." Buffy related the entire ridiculous story, including her talk with Willow, and her decision that alive was better than dead, even if life wasn't always a bowl of cherries. Spike smiled and stroked her hair. "I'm glad you figured that out, love." "Don't call me that," Buffy said automatically. He looked at her, exasperated. "Why do always say that?" he asked. "You know that I love you. Is it THAT horrible, that you can't even bear to hear the word?" Buffy was a little surprised at the tone in his voice. He really sounded...and looked...hurt, and it made her feel terrible. It was time to straighten this out, once and for all. "That's not it," she said softly, cupping his cheek. "I know you love me...and it's not horrible. It's just that...you call everyone "love"...all the girls you know, anyway, and I can't...I don't want to be just...just..." "One of the crowd?" he ventured, pulling her closer. She shrugged, staring at the buttons of his shirt. "Buffy," he said, after a moment, "I'm sorry...I never even thought about it that way. It's just....I don't know...a habit?" He placed one finger beneath her chin and tilted her face up. "I'll try to remember not to call you love...all right?" "Pet, too," she said, "I don't like that one either." Spike laughed. "All right," he agreed. "But don't get too mad at me if I slip every now and then...okay?" Her fingers crept up and slipped around the back of his neck. "Okay." "So," he went on, tightening his arms around her. "What shall I call you, then?" "Sweetheart sounded okay," she offered. "I don't mind it." He nodded. "I like that one, too. All right...sweetheart...what did you do today?" Buffy smiled and shifted on his lap. "Went shopping. Want to see what I bought?" "You know I would," he said, his eyes widening when he saw her starting to unbutton her blouse. She pulled the two sides of the garment apart, revealing a black lace bra that would have taken his breath away if at all possible. "Oh, that's lovely," he said hoarsely. "Um....are there match- ing...." "Panties?" she supplied. "Yeah....want to see them?" "Yes, please." Buffy climbed off his lap and unzipped her slacks. She let them drop to the floor, then kicked them away and headed towards the lower level. "Before you join me," she said, as he started to follow her. "Put something heavy in front of that door." ******************************************************* In the bedchamber below, Buffy lit several candles and then arranged herself on the bed in a provocative pose. She could hear something dragging across the floor upstairs, and deduced that it had to be the top of the sarcophagus that would be providing them with a "do not disturb" sign that no one was gonna get past. Seconds later, Spike was descending the ladder. When he turned to face her, she had to take a deep breath to keep herself from passing out at the sight of him. He had unbuttoned his shirt and removed his belt. The top snap of his jeans was open, but the zipper was in place, straining to hold back the impressive hard on he was sporting. God, he was a beautiful creature. Say what else you liked about him, you couldn't take that away. His physical beauty was imposing and strong. His blond hair was mussed into the unruly curls she loved playing with, and his eyes...those azure blue eyes that missed nothing...were hot with desire. Desire for her. Reclining back into the pillows, Buffy smiled as seductively as she could manage. "Come to bed, handsome," she said softly, holding out one hand to him. Spike didn't hesitate. He covered the distance between them in three long strides and sat down beside her. Taking the hand she held out, he lifted it to his lips and pressed a slow, hot kiss into her palm, lightly touching it with the tip of his tongue. When he saw how the gesture pleased her, he kissed each individual finger tip, biting down playfully on them before letting them go. Buffy stretched, arching her back like a cat and thrusting her breasts forward. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes moving hotly over her body. "Undo your bra." Buffy complied, twisting the front clasp open and peeling the lacy cups away from her skin. Slipping one hand behind his neck, she pulled him down until his face was buried between the mounds of her breasts. "Mmm," he moaned, deep in his throat. "So warm and soft...except your nipples." He looked up at her and smiled. "They're very hard, sweetheart. Do you want my mouth on them?" Buffy nodded, her eyes half closed at the very thought of it. With no further ado, he lowered his head and ran his tongue across her damp flesh, laving her taut nipples with long, hard strokes. He played with them, teasingly, nipping with his teeth and flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth. She placed her fingers on the sides of his face, then let them slide up and into his silky curls, holding him against her breast. "Feels good," she whispered, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. Spike brought one hand up and cupped her right breast, then took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck hard. "Oh, God...." she moaned. "I love it when you do that. Harder. Suck harder...yes...now the other one..." He moved to her left breast and gave it the exact same attention, drawing hard on the nipple and swirling his tongue around it. Buffy could feel every pull of his mouth as it reverberated in her womb, making her wet and sticky. "Take off my panties," she directed him. He sat up and discovered that her underpants were held together on her hips by small satin ribbons. Delighted, he tugged on them until they unraveled, then pulled the soft fabric off when she raised her bottom for him. His lustful eyes zeroed in on her neatly trimmed, light brown curls. Pushing her legs apart, he bent down and kissed the inside of her thighs. Buffy arched her hips, needing a more intimate touch. "Want me to eat your pussy?" he asked, giving her that devilish grin that drove her nuts. "Uh-huh," she breathed. "Want it bad. But first," she added, looking him over, "take off your clothes. I don't want to be the only naked one here." Spike chuckled. "Your wish is my command, kitten...is 'kitten' okay?" "Yes," she smiled. "Kitten is okay." He stood up and shrugged out of his shirt, letting it fall on the floor, then unzipped his jeans and shoved them down around his ankles. Since he apparently never bothered with undergarments of any kind, he was now as naked as the day he'd entered the world. Buffy licked her lips at the sight of his rampant erection. It was long and thick, and it extended straight out from his body, proclaiming his maleness to anyone that cared to look. Stepping out of his pants, he knelt on the end of the bed and began crawling up until he was positioned over her thighs. "Spread your legs wider, kitten," he said promptly. "I want to taste you." Obediently, Buffy parted her thighs further. She gasped harshly when he lowered his head and began tonguing her dampness, licking up all the moisture she was releasing. Making soft grunts of pleasure, he ate her thoroughly, alternating between gentle, light touches, and fiercely hard, greedy laps of his tongue. Locating her clit, he sucked on it as he pushed his middle finger up inside of her, pumping it in and out, slowly at first, then faster and harder as her breathing began to escalate. Stars were exploding behind Buffy's closed eyes. She had never felt anything like this before. Between his voracious mouth and his deft fingers, he was driving her to a climax that she couldn't hold off. Lifting her hips, she ground herself against his face, writhing and whimpering in desperation to get off. He seemed to know what she needed, and he sucked harder on her clit, then pushed another digit inside her, finger fucking her to a wet, satisfying orgasm. "Ah...oh, God....yes, yes....Spike..." she panted, her body trembling from the force of her climax. He sat up, wiping his wet face on the back of his hand. "Did you like that, baby?" he asked, quite unnecessarily. "Oh, God...yes," she moaned. "That was....amazing." "No," he shook his head. "YOU are amazing. I've never seen anything like you before, kitten. And I've lived a long, long time." Buffy sat up and placed her hand on his chest, urging him to lie down. "Your turn," she said, her eyes gleaming with an unspoken promise of pleasure. He moved up in the bed, placing one of the pillows behind his back, reclining like a potentate waiting for his favorite concubine. She moved her hands up the strong columns of his thighs, digging her nails in lightly. Kneeling between them, she dipped her head and swirled the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock. "Ah, fuck," he muttered, his hips jerking involuntarily in reaction. Buffy sat back on her heels. Placing her hands on her thighs, she pushed her breasts together and smiled for him. "Tell me what you want." Spike gazed up at her, his eyes hazy with desire. "Want your mouth on me, kitten," he said in silken tones. "Want that sweet little mouth sucking my cock, licking it, tasting my cum." She leaned down and he placed one hand on the back of her head. "Come on, baby....do it....suck it...oh, yeah..." His eyes half closed in bliss, he tightened his fingers in her shortened hair. "That's it...that's my good girl...such a clever little tongue...yes...lick it right there...just under the head...now take it in...that's the way...suck just the tip of it...softly...oh, good....so fucking good....little harder now...take a little more in...hold it at the base...that's it...squeeze me....oh, yeah..." The things he was saying excited her, making her want to please him as much as possible. She followed every instruction and satisfied every desire he articulated. "You can hold it tighter, baby...you're not hurting me...that's my girl...my beautiful little slayer...God, you give good head," he moaned deliriously. "You're the best, baby...the very best...mmm...faster..." His hips began to pump lightly. "Faster, kitten...harder...oh...oh, fuck...Buffy...suck it hard, baby...do it....yeah....yeah..." Determined to give him all she had, she moved up and down...faster and faster, sucking in her cheeks on the up- strokes. Bringing one hand up into play, she gently cupped the heavy mass of his testicles, fondling and squeezing them, driving his lust even higher. When she sensed he was close to coming, she pulled away and moved lower, nuzzling the tight, velvety sac hanging down between his thighs, her hand shifting to wrap around his cock, pumping it up and down. "Tighter" he grated, wrapping his own hand around hers and making her squeeze harder. But after only a few seconds, he couldn't stand it. "Buffy...please, baby...suck it again..I need your mouth on me...gotta feel it...so warm and wet..yes, oh, yes," he hissed when she gave him what he was begging her for. She could taste the salt of his emissions as she used her tongue to spread the drops of semen back into his painfully hard shaft. When she felt his hands on her head, trying to make her be still, she stopped all motion and allowed him to do the work. He pumped up and down, trying not to gag her with a deep thrust. "Buffy....Buffy...oh, baby...I'm gonna come, baby...I'm so close..." She squeezed his thigh to signal her acceptance. Grinding his head back into the pillow, Spike squeezed his eyes tightly shut and held her head still. "Fuck....fuck..." he grunted. "Ah...suck it out of me, baby....all of it....wanna come in your mouth..." He clenched his teeth as his fingers dug deeper into her hair. "Fucking...gonna...COME... NOW....YES!" he shouted as he emptied himself into her mouth, spewing out thick spurts of his cream. When he was finished, she did something she'd never done before...and swallowed the salty fluid. ****************************************************** Buffy looked up, amused to see his chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're panting," she teased. "I know," he replied, sharing her amusement. "It seemed appropriate." Moving up on the bed, she stretched out beside him. "I think you liked that." Smiling in total satisfaction, he nodded. "You're fucking unbelievable, kitten." She was about to reply when he suddenly rolled her onto her back, rubbing his still hard cock against her, reminding her of something she'd learned during that long night of insatiable lust they'd shared....he needed almost no recovery time. Buffy felt very fortunate in not having to wait around to have her own needs satisfied. Riley had been terrible about that, always needing at least a half hour to get himself "ready" again, and she'd counted herself lucky whenever he managed not to fall asleep while waiting. Spike looked down into her eyes, wedging her legs apart with his hips. "You ready to be royally fucked, little slayer?" "Ready when you are," she replied, dragging her nails down his back. "If you're sure that you're up for it." He pushed down hard, grinding his erection against her. "Doesn't it feel like I'm up for it?" Buffy sent her hand south in response. Taking his rigid phallus into her hand, she placed it at the entrance that lay between her thighs. "Go for it," she demanded, raising her hips a little. One hard thrust buried him completely inside her. He withdrew slowly, then slid his length back in. The slayer keened softly at the delicious friction he was supplying. She raised her own hips to meet his, grinding her sex against his. He pumped in and out of her; sometimes slow and shallow, sometimes fast and deep. Every so often he would stop thrusting and move his hips from side to side. Spike was supporting his upper body on his out- stretched arms, but Buffy wanted to feel his weight fully on top of her, holding her down. Mindlessly, she pulled at him until he understood what she wanted and gave it to her. Palms turned up, he slipped his forearms underneath her and held her shoulders, then buried his face in the side of her neck. His hips rose and fell rapidly as he pounded his cock into her, making her grunt softly every time his pelvis rammed into hers. "You like this, baby?" he whispered in her ear. "Does it feel good?" "Yeah," she groaned. "Oh, yeah. Do it...harder." "How...hard...do...you...want...it?" he asked, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. "Really...really...hard." Spike increased his pace even more. Whatever reserves of strength he was calling up, they responded to him beautifully. "Christ...Buffy...fuck me," he moaned in her ear. "Fuck me hard." Amazingly, he began to pump even faster than he had been. "Such a tight pussy...so wet...and so damn hot...wanna fuck it...wanna fuck YOU...fuck you forever...just you...just my slayer...my pretty...pretty baby...with her pretty little pussy...holds my cock...so tight inside her..." She was long past coherent speech. All she could manage to do was to whimper and pant her en- encouragement, and dig her nails into the churning muscle of his ass. Continuing to thrust into her, he raised his head just enough to search out her nipple. Blindly, he found one hard peak and latched on to it, sucking vigorously on the warm flesh he had in his mouth. Buffy thrashed underneath him, lifting her knees slightly, allowing him to slip in even further. Still nursing at her nipple, he leaned on one arm and sent his hand down between them. Finding the wet bead of her clit, he rubbed his finger against it, then pinched it firmly. Her pleasure scaled brand new heights. His mouth on her breast, his finger on her clit, and his cock sliding in and out; all these things drove her as she strained upwards, seeking the perfect ending to the wild ride they were on....simultaneous orgasm. It was close. So close she could nearly taste it, and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything. He fucked her mindlessly, trying to hold off the ecstasy, but also wanting to get to the finish, to fill her up with his load of cum. As though she was reading his mind, she clutched him to her fiercely, pulling him even deeper and screaming her satisfaction. The loud cries of pleasure shattered Spike's control, and his cock erupted. He ejaculated into her with long, shuddering groans that seemed wrenched from his stiffening body. All Buffy could do was hold on, riding out the storm as best she could. *************************************************** "Buffy?" "Hmm?" There was a pause, a sigh... "Never mind." "Tell me," Spike looked down at her, obviously groping for the words he wanted to say. "I know you hate hearing it," he finally said. "But...I love you." Buffy's heart, the heart she'd had encased in ice for far too long a time, began to melt at last. She placed one hand on his cheek and smiled. "I don't hate hearing it," she said, shaking her head a little. "Tell me more." It was a start....