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You Have to Love Her by Sandy
 
Chapter 7
 
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They made love all through the long afternoon. Sometimes fast and hard, sometimes slow and gentle. And Spike talked to her, told her all the things he wanted to do to her, all the things he wanted her to do to him. He told her how much he loved the feel of her, the taste of her, the smell of her. Buffy listened and grew hot and spasmed around his fingers and his cock.

He taught her the things that pleasured him, and when Buffy took him into her mouth for the first time she was shy and awkward. But Spike guided her and soon she found that she loved the sounds that he made as she tended to him. The gasps, sighs, growls and groans made her happy in a way she didn't understand; wasn't sure she wanted to understand. She also found to her surprise that his taste was very pleasing to her.

When the shadows at last lengthened, Buffy and Spike rose from the bed, showered and dressed aware that Joyce would soon be home. Airing out the bedroom to remove the smell of sex, Buffy knew that she would never set foot in there again without remembering this magical afternoon with Spike.


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When Joyce entered the house she gave a small scream when she saw Spike sitting on her couch. Buffy rushed in from the kitchen where she had been preparing supper.

"Mom, it's okay. I invited Spike here," Buffy assured her mother.

"But Buffy the last time he was here you said he was evil and to not let him in," Joyce said confusedly.

"I know, but things have changed. He's helping me again and well, he can't hurt anyone." Buffy then proceeded to tell her mom everything that had happened over the last few days. Well almost everything.

"And you don't know who these people are?" Joyce asked. By now they were all sitting around the dining room table eating. Buffy had prepared tacos and Spike had helped himself. Joyce had looked at him curiously when he had dipped up a generous portion of the spicy meat filling, but hadn't said anything. Spike was glad. The last thing he needed was another query as to why he ate but Angel didn't.

"Not yet. I'm going to patrol again tonight and see if I can't track some of these guys down. Then I'll follow them and see if they lead me back to their headquarters. Once we know for sure where they come and go from, we'll make our plans from there." Buffy took a bite of her taco.

"But, honey, don't you think that maybe they're on your side? I mean after all they seem to be concerned with demons just as you are, right?"

"Yeah, but I kill demons," Buffy answered nonchalantly apparently oblivious to the frown her lover sent her way. "These guys are doing some kind of freaky experimenting on them. I want to know why." Looking at her mom she added seriously, "This is the Hellmouth, mom. Anything weird happens here is usually not of the good. And spooky covert-ops type guys snatching vampires and demons and doing things to them? Makes my spidey-sense kick into overdrive."

Joyce accepted Buffy's statement. She had come to respect her daughter's judgment over the last year. If Buffy felt that something was wrong, then Joyce was willing to believe her. And although she was terribly confused by the on-again, off-again, on-again alliance with Spike, again she trusted Buffy's judgment in the matter. And if she were honest, she rather liked the cocky, good-looking vampire.

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"I think I should go with you, Buffy," Spike kept insisting. "I don't like the idea of your lurking about spying on those soddin' GI types. What if they catch you out? What if they capture you? No one would know, would they? You just go missin' and nobody would even know what happened."

"Spike, I don't want you within 2 miles of those guys. You're in more danger from them than I am. You can't even defend yourself. If you go with me, I'll have to worry about keeping you safe. I need to concentrate on my job!"

Spike stiffened at her reminder of his powerlessness. Answering coldly he said, "'Course, Slayer, forgot myself. Last thing you need is a flippin' eunuch flutterin' about your coattails." With that, he turned away from her, walking in the direction of Giles' townhouse. Buffy ground her teeth together. God, she didn't have time for this. Wounded male ego was a big pain in the ass. She almost let him go off on his own, but then the thought of the commandos entered her mind and a chill of fear coursed through her. Running after him she caught up and just walked along side of him, saying nothing.

When they reached Giles' Spike entered and nearly slammed the door in her face. She managed to catch it before it hit her and thrusting it back rushed up to Spike and grabbed him, swinging him around.

"You almost hit me with that door!" she yelled.

"Yeah so what if I did? Can't hit you any other way now can I, being impotent and all."

"God, will you stop with the sexual analogies already? I told you why I don't want you coming with me. I don't want those guys getting you again. Is that so hard for you to understand?"

"You don't want me comin' with you because I'm useless to you, that's why you don't want me to come."

"Are you always this pigheaded, or is it just with me?" Buffy cried out in frustration.

"Look," Spike started but Giles cut into the argument. "If you children wish to argue, please take it somewhere else. I'm trying to do some research here and you're interrupting me."

Spike turned to look at Giles then stomped over to the chair he had been tied to for the last two nights. "Tie me up, Slayer, and then get the hell out."

"Don't you tell me to get out!" Buffy shrieked.

"BOTH OF YOU GET OUT!" Giles yelled at the top of his lungs.

They both jumped at the Watcher's bellow. Looking at him in surprise, they then looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter. Giles put his head in his hands, then stood up and walked into the kitchen. Buffy heard the sound of glass on glass and knew that they had driven Giles to the Scotch bottle.

"Rupert!" Spike called out. "If you're parcelin' out drinks, I wouldn't say no." Spike could hear the Watcher's low growl, but a second clink gave evidence that another drink was being poured. Coming back into the room, Giles handed Spike a glass, sipped at his own and then said, "May I ask what all the yelling was about?"

"Well, Watcher, you seemed pissed off about something," Spike answered cheekily. Giles sighed and looked at Buffy.

"Spike wanted to come with me tonight when I look for the commandos, I told him it was too dangerous for him since he can't fight and he took all kinds of macho offense."

"For God's sake, Buffy, if he wants to go and get recaptured, let him. At least I won't have to share my drink with him anymore." With that comment, Giles returned to his books.

"You gonna be okay here now?" Buffy asked softly.

"Yeah, pet, you go ahead. But you be careful. Don't let those buggers see you."

Buffy smiled, glanced quickly over to see that Giles was paying them no mind and lightly caressed Spike's face. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, pet. Good night."

And just like that the fight was forgotten.
 
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