The next morning being Saturday, Xander picked the girls up and took them to their respective homes so that they could do their laundry. Joyce was already at work so Buffy had the house to herself. She had just come up from putting a load of wash in the dryer when the phone rang. Picking it up she heard Giles growl out, "Buffy, if you want him undusted, you'll come over and get him out of my house now."

Closing her eyes and leaning her forehead against the wall she assured Giles she would be there as soon as she could. Hanging up the receiver and picking it up again immediately, she called Xander.

"Hey, Xand. Buffy. Look Giles is threatening to stake Spike so could you ride me over there and then drive us back here?"

"If we do it now, Buffy; I gotta be at work in half an hour. Although I think you should just let Giles stake him."

"Yeah, I know. I'm beginning to think that too. But we still might need him so I guess we'd better keep him undusty a little while longer."

With a snort, Xander hung up and Buffy went out to wait for him.

***

Blanket smoking, Spike ran past Buffy as she held the door open for him. Waving her thanks at Xander, she closed the door and turned to watch Spike stamp out a couple small flames that had ignited on the blanket.

Without a word, Buffy walked away from him and headed for the basement. She was aware that he was following, but was determined to completely ignore him. She hoped he was still angry enough with her that he wouldn't talk to her. She had found out the hard way that his voice was every bit as dangerous to her as his hands were.

Opening the dryer, she began to pull the clothes out. She let out a small yelp and jumped back a bit when Spike's hand darted into the basket. Looking at him, she blushed when she saw that he had a pair of her thong panties held up to his face.

"Give me those," she snapped grabbing the undergarment from him. "What is wrong with you? Can't you stop acting like a jerk for just one second?!"

Spike merely smirked and sauntered away. Buffy watched him with clenched fists. Honestly, no wonder Giles had wanted to stake him. If he had been acting like such as ass all morning, she didn't blame him.

After Buffy finished folding her clothes, she carried the basket up the stairs. Spike was nowhere in sight. Going through to the living room she realized he wasn't there either. Closing her eyes in frustration, she slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor. Just as she feared, Spike was stretched out on her bed, duster and boots off, hands locked behind his head.

Buffy refused to react. "You want to take a nap?" she asked with forced calmness. "Fine." Turning she went to leave when his honeyed voice asked, "Want to join me, pet?"

Buffy stood frozen. Her heart had started pounding with his first word. God, why did he have this effect on her? She became aware that he had moved from the bed when his hands lightly traced down her arms. Pulling her gently back against him he murmured, "Come to me, Buffy. Let me love you. I'll make it so good for you, you know I will."

Buffy tried to fight it. It was wrong. She knew it was wrong. Turning in his arms she lifted her mouth in invitation and Spike held her tightly as he crushed his mouth onto hers. Lifting her up just the same as he had that first time, he carried Buffy to her bed and placed her down gently. Buffy knew that he wanted to take it slow. For someone who normally had no patience, when it came to making love he was entirely different. But this time, Buffy was in no mood for foreplay. Having succumbed at last to her desires, she wanted him fast and hard and now.

Pushing him back from her, she lifted herself up and pulled her top over her head. Reaching behind, she quickly unhooked her bra and shrugged it off. Spike reached up a hand to cup a firm mound, but Buffy slapped it away and leaned forward to tug at his t-shirt. Pushing it up, she soon had him stripped of it. Throwing it onto the floor, Buffy lay down on top of Spike and pressed her breasts to his bare chest.

They both gasped at the touch of skin on skin. Grabbing his hair, she smashed her mouth down on his in a searing kiss. Swinging one leg over him, she straddled him, grinding herself against his erection. Spike groaned and then with a shove, threw her onto her back and began to unfasten her jeans. In one sharp movement both jeans and panties were yanked off. Buffy had already toed off her shoes so now she lay before him naked and hot and willing.

Unable to help himself, he pushed her legs apart and set his mouth on her sweet wet cunt. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he began to lick and suck at her clit eliciting deep moans and whimpers from Buffy. Her hips bucked beneath him and he had to hold onto her tightly so that he wasn't dislodged. She was wild for him, tugging his hair nearly out by the roots. Moving one hand down, he inserted a finger into her sliding easily into place. Moving his finger in time with his tongue he nearly brought her off only to back down again. Buffy sobbed as she was denied release and starting crying out, "God, Spike, please. Please, I need you. Please, now."

It was the last please that was his undoing. Pulling away from her, he quickly ripped his jeans from his lean hips. Throwing them down to join the growing heap of clothing on the floor, he then pulled up Buffy's legs and thrust into her.

Their coupling was frantic and fast. He couldn't have slowed down if he tried. Buffy was lost to her need, nails scoring deeply into his back. She cried out to him demanding that he satisfy the burning ache he had built in her. She was vaguely aware that she was getting bruised from the hard pounding he was giving her but she didn't care. She cared only that the fire be doused. Her need became overwhelming; the release she craved elusive and just out of reach. Frantic with desire, she bit into his shoulder so hard that blood poured from the wound. With a great roar he released his demon and sank fangs into her. Buffy's scream echoed throughout the room. Arms and legs locking about him in a bone-crushing embrace, her climax tore through her, vaginal walls clenching so tightly that Spike was imprisoned within her. Lifting his head with a grimace of almost-pain on his face, his own cry ripped from his throat as he came in a seemingly unending ejaculation.

***

"You bit me," Buffy said sleepily. "How come you could bite me?"

"Don't know, pet. Maybe because I didn't even know I was doin' it. Maybe because it was sex play and not for feeding. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Buffy blushed slightly. Not only had it not hurt, it was the most intense sensation she had ever felt, and she had felt some pretty fantastic things with him last year.

"No, you didn't hurt me. Felt good," she confessed.

Spike smiled and kissed her shoulder. "I'm glad, pet. Didn't mean to bite you. I kinda lost control there."

They were lying spoon fashion, hands intertwined. Buffy sighed softly and then turned to face him. "Spike, you know we can't keep doing this. It's wrong. I'm the Slayer. I can't have a vampire lover."

"Seems to me, pet, neither of us have much say in the matter. Do you really think that this would be my choice? To want the Slayer so much? We're mortal enemies, I know that. But when I'm with you, that's the last thing on my mind.

"We'll work through this, Buffy. Maybe after a bit, we'll get tired of each other. A passion this hot usually burns itself out pretty fast. Once we burn the passion out of us, it'll be as it should be."

Buffy looked at him hopefully. "Do you think so? Do you think that we can get over this thing between us?"

"Only time will tell, pet." Spike got a wicked twinkle in his eye. "But in the meantime, I think we should do our best to try burning it out, don't you?"

"Sounds like a plan," Buffy said, wrapping her arms around him once more and lifting her mouth for a kiss.