Chapter Eleven


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What seemed like an age later, Buffy climbed the stairs to her bed, still smiling slightly to herself. Relief coursed through her at her friends’ acceptance of her decision – mixed with surprise that even Xander seemed okay with the idea of her and Spike as a couple. At the thought, she giggled, remembering a lovestruck couple of days where she and Spike had been all over each other. It had been a spell, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t find that giddiness in real life.

Still smiling, she slipped into her room and quickly changed into her pyjamas. When she was changed, she sat on the edge of her bed, hugging Mr. Gordo to her and smiling thoughtfully. She hadn’t felt this giddy in a long time. She sank back on the bed and laughed to herself, wondering just how one evening could be so eventful.



She was startled a few moments later when she heard a slight tapping on her window and she jerked upright, spinning towards the window. She froze for a second and then moved towards it, an amused smile playing about her lips as she got to the windowsill and opened the window.

“And just what do you think you’re doing?” she asked, crossing her arms across her chest and regarding the smirking vampire who was perched outside her window.

“Unfinished business,” he explained, slipping in through the window as she took a step back.

“That’s ghosts, not vampires,” she pointed out, trying hard to suppress her smile as he grinned at her. He shrugged and reached out an arm, drawing her close. He passed a hand over her hair, blue eyes burning into her as they ran over her features.

“How did it go?”

“Not so bad.”

They shared a smile and he stroked his thumb over her jaw, staring at her in wonder.

“Is this real?” he asked.

“I think so,” she whispered with a soft smile.

He smiled then, eyes shining brightly as he looked down at her, his emotions laid bare to her: love, desire, affection.

“God, I love you.”

“I should hope so, after I finally told the Scoobies about us.”

“Do I need to sleep with one eye open then?”

She paused for a second and then put on her best sex-kitten voice, hands trailing up his chest.

“Not in my bed, you don’t.”

His eyes turned dark with desire instantly and she smiled coyly as he caught the back of her neck, guiding her towards him.

“Love you,” he murmured, seconds before his mouth collided with hers.



She moaned and wrapped her arms around him tightly, pouring several weeks of suppressed hunger into her kiss now that they were alone in her room. He crushed her tightly against him and slanted his mouth over hers, deepening their kiss. Meanwhile, her hands were struggling with his jacket, trying to shed him of it without breaking from their kiss.

Finally, he shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor with a low thud. Her hands went then to his shirt, gripping it and tugging ever so slightly as she took a few steps backwards, drawing him with her. As her legs hit the edge of her bed, he broke away and wide eyes went between her and the bed for a few moments before he kissed her again passionately.

She sank to the bed and with a smile, drew him over her, tracing her hand over his neck as he stared down at her in awe.

“Can’t believe I’m here,” he murmured, blue eyes fixed on hers even as his hand slipped under her pyjama top.

“Me neither,” she whispered, “This is too much like a dream.”

“Dream about me in your bed a lot, do you?”

She said nothing but her serious expression conveyed that yes, she did dream about him sharing her bed – on a regular basis. He arched an eyebrow and then his lips curled into a smirk, any shyness replaced by his usual arrogance. He dipped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, causing her to sigh and arch into his caress, hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

It seemed like months since they had last been like this – that last time, back in his crypt – and she found herself slowing down, desperate to savour every moment. Because this here, in her bed, was something huge for them.



She was soon distracted from her thoughts as his mouth trailed over her collarbone, leaving tantalisingly soft kisses.

“Spike,” she whispered desperately, hands scrambling to undo his shirt.

“That’s right, love,” he purred in her ear, “S’me. Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, closing her eyes and letting the feelings wash over her.

When he didn’t move again though, she frowned and opened her eyes, finding him hovering above her, watching her intently.

“What?”

“Did you really?” he asked, “Miss me?”

“You’re really fishing tonight, aren’t you?” she teased, shoving him gently on the shoulder. He caught her hand though and pinned it to the bed, eyes burning into her.

“I’m serious.”

She turned serious too and raised her free hand to his shoulder, tracing her fingers over the fabric of his shirt. She held his gaze for a moment and then spoke up.

“I missed you, Spike. I missed touching you, talking to you, even fighting with you.”

“Fighting with me or just fighting me?” he teased with a smile, his eyes suddenly bright. She narrowed her eyes but when he dipped his head and kissed her again, all thoughts of anything but the taste of him were forgotten.



They shed their clothes impatiently, desperate for the feel of each other now it had sunk in that this was really happening. When they were finally wrapped up in each other’s arms under her covers, Spike paused, blue eyes studying her.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“God yes,” she got out, drawing his mouth to hers for a searing kiss and letting out a gasp against his mouth as he slid inside her.

“Oh God,” she moaned, throwing her head back, overwhelmed by the feel of him. It really had been too long.

“Look at me,” he whispered and she forced her eyes to his, holding his gaze as he moved against her experimentally, “Be here with me.”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and clung to him, her fingers just stroking the ends of his hair.

“Love you,” he groaned, eyes closing in bliss as he moved and she moaned, holding him close.

“Spike,” she pleaded and eyes sparkling with desire and mischief flew to hers.

“Yeah?” he teased, smirking slightly.

“Need you.”

“That so?”

She nodded jerkily and gasped as he thrust against her sharply.

“Can’t deny the lady what she wants, can I?”

She shook her head and he smiled, catching her mouth in a hungry kiss as he moved faster. It was perfect – everything about this moment, about finally having him in her bed was perfect – and she never wanted it to end. This, she could deal with. She could open up to him in bed, she could give herself over to him in a way she was scared to death of doing at any other time. Here, nothing mattered. It was just the two of them.

She kissed him harder, trying to put all those feelings into a kiss – and it must have worked a little because he moaned, his muscles tensing. And then, together, they exploded, their simultaneous cries echoing in the silent house.