Author's notes: This is the last chapter. *sniff* I hope everyone enjoyed the ride and thank you so much all of you who let me know what you thought! :D You were awesome!

Beta'd by the most helpful ladies ever- dawnofme and Mabel Marsters.

Chapter 14


Buffy smiled and followed him on the dance floor, every insecurity flowing away as his body pressed against hers, his strong arms circling her waist.


“God… the way you make me feel,” Spike mumbled into her hair and his fingers flexed at her hips as they swayed to the slow beat of the music.


“I can definitely relate.”


“Do I make you think all sort of cheesy poetry?”


Buffy laughed and playfully squeezed his butt, reveling in his startled gasp. “And then some.”


“Naughty vixen.”


His hands felt like a liquid sensuality, caressing and flowing on her back as his movements turned predatory before she could blink. It was her turn to gasp when Spike nudged his thigh between her legs and pressed her so close to him she could feel every twitch of his muscles.


There weren’t many people on the dance floor, so she was sure they were making a spectacle of themselves but she couldn’t care less as Spike moved his hips in a sinuous motion that left her mind blank.


“Gah… Spike.”


His dark chuckle was a little too breathless, betraying his need. A single lick down the column of her throat and Buffy clutched at his shoulders, teetering on the edge of ripping off his clothes right in front of these people.


The song changed but they were too far gone in their own rhythm to notice. Their bodies twisting and rubbing against each other, greedy fingers stroking every piece of bare skin they could find. Then Spike nipped at her lips and she was helpless to do anything but succumb to the pleasure he was evoking in her body. His curls slipped through her fingers as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, never stopping the gyration of her hips.


Spike growled and let her breathe as he dropped his forehead against Buffy’s shoulder before taking her hand and striding to the exit.


Fresh air hit her flushed cheeks as they stumbled out of the back door of the Bronze, the heavy metal slamming against the wall with a loud bang. They kissed sloppily and without coordination when the lust got too high to control.


A twinge of pain didn’t even register in her muddled brain as Spike pushed her against the rough brick wall, his hands grasping her butt to hoist her against him. Locking her legs behind him, Buffy fought to breathe as his fingers disappeared beneath her skirt and made quick work of her underwear. If he kept tearing off her lingerie all the time, she’d have nothing left to wear.


“Please, Spike… need you.”


She heard the blessed sound of the button being undone on his jeans when a harsh flash of light blinded her. Spike growled and carefully put her on the ground.


“Find some other place to be indecent, kids,” said a cop that must have just exited the club. Why anyone would want to make nightly rounds on a Hellmouth, boggled Buffy’s mind and she blushed under his disapproving glare.


“Now listen, you sod--”


Buffy’s eyes widened and she caught Spike’s arm before he could get into the officer’s face and flash him a fang.


“Sorry… he’s… umm… drunk. We’ll go.”


She tugged at Spike’s arm and led him out of the alley before he could get himself into trouble with the law.


“This is starting to drive me around the bend,” Spike said with a sigh, and pressed a kiss into Buffy’s mouth, sucking her upper lip between his.


“Giles’ place… closer… let’s go.”


She took his hand and ran, laughing from the rush as he matched her every step. The wind whipped her face and their feet barely touched the ground as they ran so fast their surroundings were nothing but a colorful blur.


They skidded to a halt in front of Giles’ door and Buffy moaned as Spike caressed her collarbone, his fingers sliding down to brush her breasts.


“Wanna christen Watcher’s living room?” Spike asked with a teasing grin and bent down to kiss the tops of her breasts.


“Uh… he’s not going to be here for another week. What he doesn’t see can’t bother him, right?”


“Why, Summers? I do believe you’ve lost the stake up your arse. Maybe I should take a look just to be sure.”


His hand ran up her thigh and she slapped him away. “Inside. Now.”


Buffy fumbled for a spare key hidden in the nearby flower pot and dropped it when Spike pressed against her, running his hands all over her backside.


“That was the plan,” he said with a leer.


She finally managed to retrieve it and open the door. They both stumbled in, closing the door behind. Spike’s lips crashed against hers, his scent muddling her brain as they made it to the couch, leaving a trail of footwear and shirts as they went. Finally, her fingers touched his chest and Spike shivered, his kisses turning more insistent.


“Pants… off with them,” she said between kisses and sucked at Spike’s neck as he fumbled with the belt buckle. Then he was tugging the jeans down his legs, but his foot got caught and he stumbled, cursing. Buffy caught him before he could fall down on his ass and giggled at his clumsiness. Spike scowled though she could see the corner of his mouth twitch with repressed amusement before he finally kicked off the treacherous garment.


“Not very nice of you to have a laugh at my expense.”


“I could make it up to you,” she offered with a teasing glint in her eyes.


“Yeah?”


Batting her eyelashes, Buffy stepped out of her skirt and ran a single digit down his chest, licking her lips at the sight of Spike completely naked. His gasp brushed her cheek as her finger stopped to circle his belly button.


Spike’s arms snaked around her waist before he pressed her against him and she couldn’t do anything but moan at the feel of his smooth cool body rubbing so intimately against her heated one. She could sense the power straining in his muscles, enough strength to crush a life out of a human, but his hands were sliding down her back to cup her bottom with excruciating softness. His lips grazed hers in a gentle kiss, leaning away when she tried to deepen it.


Spike was an enigma to her. One moment full of insistent passion and the next wielding an erotic sensuality no demon should possess. And she yielded, a slave to every brush of his fingertips, every fluttering glide of his lips. They stood there for a moment, embracing, foreheads touching as the shallow breaths passed their trembling lips, hands roaming slowly to tease out moans filled with the undeniable need for more.


“I love you,” he said, one hand sneaking between her thighs to stroke her.


“And I love you, you tease.”


He laughed and leaned in to run his tongue along the seam of her parted lips, which she welcomed with a content sigh.


“Not a tease. Maybe I’m just shy,” he said with a smirk.


The back of his knees hit the couch and Buffy pushed him down then straddled him.


“Now that’s something I’d like to see.”


“Got a thing for bashful blokes, luv?”


Her hand was suddenly between their bodies, nimble fingers stroking him up and down until he couldn’t remember the question he’d given her.


“I just have a thing for you,” she whispered into his ear and licked his earlobe. The smile on her face was entirely too smug for his peace of mind, so Spike leaned in and sucked her nipple into his mouth.


“Uh huh,” Buffy said incoherently.


Spike’s eyes rolled up in his head as she positioned him at her opening and slowly slid down. His fingers flexed at her hips as he resisted the urge to lift her up and slam her down. After a moment, Buffy started to move, rising and falling, hips circling as they moved together. Her cheek was pressed against his as she panted into his ear, low keening sounds that drove him out of his mind with the need to possess her.


If his heart could beat, it would be galloping in his chest, threatening to burst out from the sheer ecstasy of being with her. Buffy’s muscles rippled and pulsed all around him, hot and tight, the waves of pleasure crashing over his every nerve ending as he matched her quickening pace.


Her lips grazing his, Spike delved his fingers into her tussled hair and lost himself in the irresistible taste of her before dropping a kiss on her shoulder. The sound of her heartbeat filled his ears, their mingled breaths and flesh meeting flesh creating a symphony of primal need.


“Spike,” Buffy said, her voice a breathless whisper as she gazed at him through glazed over eyes, her movements turning almost frantic as she sought out the release.


Her back arched, head falling back as Spike bit down on her neck with blunt teeth, myriad of colours exploding behind his eyelids as her internal muscles spasmed, squeezing him so hard he couldn’t hold back. Drawing out her climax for as long as he could, Spike embraced her shuddering form.


“Is it always like this?” she asked, still trying to calm her breathing.


“Only with you,” Spike confessed and stroked her hair as she leaned limply against his chest.


“Better be,” she muttered and yawned.


“Go to sleep, luv.” Spike said with a smile and lifted her off him so he could grab a blanket. He lay on his back, Buffy collapsing on top of him before he covered them. “I’ve got you.”


******


Buffy squirmed and inhaled the scent of a man lying beneath her as she tried to figure where that weird wheezing sound was coming from. Lifting her head off Spike’s chest, she peered around, blinking the haze of sleep away.


“Buffy!”


Her eyes widened.


“Giles?” she screeched in horror and fell off Spike onto the floor in her haste to get up, hitting her elbow on the coffee table in the process. “Ow… shit!”


Spike jerked awake at her curse and glanced around in confusion, his eyes stopping at Buffy sprawled on the carpet. He furrowed his brown then swore under his breath when he noticed the newcomer. The blanket was tangled around his calves and Buffy hurriedly snatched it to cover herself from Giles’ horrified expression. He wasn’t concerned about his nudity anyway.


“I can explain,” she blurted out and repressed a sudden urge to let out a hysterical giggle. There was no way she could ever make up a believable story about why her surrogate father found her lying on top of a very naked vampire. In his own living room.


“Dear Lord,” Giles finally managed to get out, as his brain got over the initial shock. “What in the God’s name is going on here?”


“I… um… we… it was…”


Spike sat up and raised an eyebrow, deciding to not interfere in case the Watcher felt like tossing him out into the early morning sun.


“Well?” Giles asked expectantly and winced when he glanced at Spike. “Please, do cover yourself.” Spotting the black jeans, Giles picked them up and tossed them at Spike, muttering as he did. “Now I will have to buy a new sofa.”


Buffy turned from the alarming shade of red to a white in a couple of panicked heartbeats.


“W-we… slept together,” she whispered and looked at Giles with big fearful eyes.


“Yes, Buffy. I can… see that,” Giles said, trying to repress his frustration. “Quite frankly, I don’t think I’ll be able to purge the horrid visual of both of you naked out of my brain. What I wanted to ask is… when the bloody hell did this happen?”


“You’re angry at me,” Buffy whispered and her bottom lip trembled.


“Of course I’m angry!” Giles said and plucked off the glasses from his nose to clean the lenses with angry swipes. One lens came loose.


This was when Spike decided he had been silent long enough. And if he put his foot in the mouth? Well, they would just have to deal. He stood up and slid into his jeans.


“Where do you get off judging her choices, Rupert?” Spike asked and clenched his jaw. “The Slayer is old enough to be able to make her own decisions.”


“Are you both out of your minds? The last time I saw you, you were bickering like children and hating each other. Now you’re shagging on my couch,” Giles said.


Spike smirked. “It was the closest place--”


“Stop, both of you!” Buffy called and ran a hand through her mussed hair. “I know you’re disappointed with me, but this isn’t just some kind of… fling. It’s not just ‘shagging’. I… love him.”


“Dear Lord,” Giles dropped down on the nearest chair with a sigh.


“Would you please stop saying that? You always make it sound so… apocalyptic.” Buffy frowned and unconsciously leaned into Spike’s side.


“Well it rather is,” Giles retorted and his gaze softened when he glanced at her. “It is a lot to take in and I’ve had a long flight. Whatever this is, it’s your life, not mine. I’m willing to overlook you… defiling my living room if you refrain from making those God awful smacking sounds in my near vicinity like you did during Willow’s ‘will be done’ spell.”


“We won’t. Promise,” Buffy said.


“We can discuss this later if you wish.” Giles rubbed at his temples and went up the stair, stopping at the top as he turned to face her. “And Buffy? No matter what you do, I’ll always care for you.”


Buffy smiled. “Thank you.”


******


Spike sat on Giles’ new couch as he leafed through the pages of a dusty tome. Pizza boxes were littered around as the humans around him researched. Buffy let out the twelfth sigh in a span of a single minute and Spike grinned.


“Bored, luv?” he asked, low enough not to be heard by anyone but her.


“I think I’ll fall asleep any minute now,” she answered and dropped her head against his shoulder. Spike kissed the top of her head as he threw his arm around her. Nobody even twitched an eye at the display. They all became accustomed to their relationship, though it took Giles the longest to get used to seeing them joined at the hip. Even Xander kept pestering Spike to have a beer or shoot pool at the Bronze.


'Poor bloke must be happy to get out from the oestrogen charged atmosphere once in a while.'


Spike knew more about Xander’s and Anya’s sex life than he’d ever wanted to. And he didn’t care. Not when he had Buffy. His stubborn, righteous, goody-two-shoes Slayer that used to drive him around the bend. The most beautiful woman he’d ever met.


“You’re perfect,” he said and she glanced up at him, smiling.


“You’re not so bad yourself.”


Buffy squeezed his thigh and winked at him when he growled.


He wouldn’t trade her for the world.


THE END


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