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Not Your Ordinary Walk in the Park by Sandy
 
Chapter 14
 
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He hadn't gotten far before Buffy was beside him, grabbing his arm and pulling him around.

"You're not leaving just yet, Spike."

"Yeah, actually. I am. I have something needs taking care of."

"What?" she asked suspiciously. "Another meeting with Adam to let him know his plan is working?"

Spike glared at her. "I told you the truth, Buffy, so, no, I'm not meeting Adam. It's something personal I need to take care of."

"What?"

Instead of answering her, he grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection, curling his hand over hers so that her hand encircled it. "I can't stand this any longer, Buffy," he said in a strained voice. "I've got to go take care of it."

He moved her hand up and down his length. Buffy's eyes closed and her breath sped up as she leaned into him. He dropped his hand away from hers, but her hand remained on him.

"Oh, god, love," he moaned as he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath coming is panting gasps. Buffy lifted her face and he could see his need reflected in her eyes. She hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss as she continued stroking him. They stood only feet away from Giles's front door, but neither was aware of anything but their renewed passion.

"Come with me to my crypt, Buffy, please," he begged. Buffy shook her head. Dropping her hand from his erection, she pulled away from him and said in an agonized voice, "I don't want this, Spike."

"Yes you do, love." He pulled her back into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his chest.

"Why can't I get you out of my system?" she whispered raggedly.

"I ask myself that same question every day."

She tilted her head up and Spike kissed her. He molded his hands around her buttocks and pulled her hips tight up against him. She clung to him rubbing against his erection. Spike feared he was going to come right then and there. "Buffy, my crypt, please," he begged again.

"We can't go to your crypt," she said breathlessly. "Adam might show up there."

"Giles's car?"

"You gave him back the keys."

"I can rip off the door."

A choked laugh escaped from Buffy. "You're not going to destroy his car, Spike. He'd kill you."

"Then where, Buffy? You're not saying no again, are you? I can't take it, love."

"No."

He stiffened and started to pull away, but she held onto him. "I mean, no, I'm not saying no again. I'm tired of fighting it, Spike. As long as I didn't see you, I told myself I didn't want you. But being near you, touching you, having you touch me..." She looked into his eyes. "I want you."

He pulled her to him, crushing her against his body. They kissed again and then he looked around trying to find a dark, private corner where they could go.

"Not here, Spike. Willow's going to be tied up for a while. We can go to my dormitory."

He nodded, kissed her again and pulled away. Together they ran through the streets of Sunnydale. The denim of his jeans chaffed against his hardened cock, but the knowledge that he would soon be making love to Buffy again spurred him on.

Buffy's hand was shaking as she fitted the key into her room's lock. The door finally opened and they spilled in. Buffy shut and locked the door and then grabbed Spike by the lapels of his duster and shoved him up against the door pressing her body to him and kissing him. She pushed his coat off his shoulders and it fell to lie in a puddle at his feet. When she drew back for air he smirked, "I like a woman who takes charge."

"Yeah? Then you're going to love this." Grabbing him by the shoulders, she tossed him across the room and onto her bed. He bounced and when he landed back on the mattress, Buffy leapt on top of him. She leaned forward, grabbed him by the hair, and kissed him hard. Leaning back she pushed at his shirt until it was over his head. She carelessly flung the shirt aside then ran her hands over his torso, stopping to lightly rub her palms over his nipples and then down to feather her fingers across his taut stomach. Her warm fingers felt like fire branding him and he arched his back. She leaned over to kiss his chest flicking her tongue over his nipples before scooting down his body so that she could kiss her way down his stomach to the area just above the waistband of his jeans. Spike's head was thrown back on the pillow and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, lost in the feel of her mouth on his skin. He felt her hands on his belt buckle and lifted his head to watch her unfasten his jeans and tug them past his hips and down his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally released from the tight confines of his jeans.

She stopped long enough to remove his boots and then pulled his jeans the rest of the way off. Spreading his legs, she nibbled her way up his inner thighs until she reached the juncture of his legs. She gathered his balls into her hand and squeezed gently, then ran her finger along the skin between his scrotum and anus. Spike moaned loudly and bucked under her touch. Locking her eyes with his, she slid her tongue along the thick vein to the tip of his cock. She wrapped her hand around his length and then, taking just the head into her mouth, she began to suck and stroke him until he whimpered. Pulling back the foreskin, she twirled her tongue around the tip and dipped her tongue into the slit. Spike's head fell back on the pillow, and he almost sobbed when she took him full into her mouth.

He was rapidly losing control. It'd been too long, and Buffy's hot, sweet mouth and warm, strong hand were almost too much for him. "I'm going to come," he warned as he thrust into her mouth. She lifted her head from him and he gasped when her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his cock and squeezed. He looked at her with wide eyes. "I didn't teach you that."

She smiled smugly. "Nope. Heard a couple girls talking on the quad at lunchtime one day."

Spike grinned. "Gotta love a girl with a higher education."

"Is it working?"

"Yeah, but I want you to get your clothes off now."

Buffy twirled her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked one more time, then rolled off the bed quickly pulling off her clothes. She straddled him, but before she could position herself over him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up his body.

"Not yet, love," he murmured. When he had positioned her over his face, he spread her open and licked. Buffy moaned and grabbed tightly onto her headboard. He pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the swollen nub while Buffy whimpered and writhed above him. His fingers found their way inside her and he stroked her in time with the flicks of his tongue. She was so wet, so hot. Spike lapped at her greedily, reveling in the taste of her sex, loving the music of her groans.

When he felt her begin to tense, he pushed her back down his body until she hovered over his erection. He guided himself to her opening, and then grabbed her head, bringing her mouth to his. As they kissed, tongues entwining, teeth biting, Buffy slowly lowered herself onto him. When he was all the way in, she sat back, closed her eyes, and began to move. He held onto her hips and took in the view of her lovely nude body. Her small breasts bounced in time with her movements and sweat trickled down her breastbone. Unable to resist, he raised his hands to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples and squeezing the small, firm globes gently.

Buffy hissed in pleasure and tightened around him, squeezing him almost painfully. The sight of her face tense with the pleasure she was getting as she rode him and the feel of her slick, tight walls grabbing him brought him close to climax again. He moved his hands back down to her hips and put his thumb on her clit, rubbing lightly. Buffy whimpered and leaned forward, gasping as she moved faster until she cried out. She rode out her climax and then collapsed on top of him. Spike wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back. He thrust deep and hard, twisting his hips, hitting her in all the right places until he brought her to climax again. When he could no longer hold out, he cried out with his own release.

He lay in a boneless heap on top of her until enough strength returned to his limbs so that he could roll off her. She rolled onto her side and snuggled up against him, her head on his chest. He closed his eyes and ran his hand through her long, silky hair. The sex was even better than he'd remembered. Making love to Buffy the ordinary girl had been the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. That is until he'd made love to Buffy the Slayer. What that girl could do with a set of muscles...

He couldn't help but start wondering where tonight was going to lead them. He knew he should wait before pressing the matter, but he was an impatient sod. He pressed a kiss into her hair and asked, "What's going to happen now, Buffy? Is this just a one-night stand?"

Buffy lifted her head to look at him. "Way to dim the afterglow, Spike," she said dryly. "Do we have to talk about this already?"

"Are we going to talk about it?"

Buffy lay her head back down on his chest. "The problems are the same as they were before."

"Yeah, Slayer - vampire. Helluva tag team if you ask me."

He could feel her lips curl briefly into a smile, but then she sighed. "Is this just sex?"

"No, pet, it's mind-blowing sex."

She glowered at him and he smiled. "Teasing, love. It's more than sex. At least for me."

Buffy sighed again, laid her chin on the back of her hand, and looked up at him. "Us getting together would be the biggest disaster ever, Spike. You know that. We're supposed to be mortal enemies, not boyfriend-girlfriend."

"Do you feel like I'm your enemy now, Buffy?"

Buffy gave him a wry look, glanced down at their naked bodies pressed together, and said, "Right at this moment? Uh, no."

Spike smiled and ran his hand down her body. She drew in a ragged breath and pressed her hips into his leg. He could feel her wet curls dampening his thigh. They started to kiss, and it was some time later before they collapsed again in a sated heap.

When Buffy's breathing had calmed again, he said, "I know why you're worried, love, but I'm not Angelus." Buffy stiffened and pulled away from him. One hand lightly grasped her arm and she stilled.

"I don't want to talk about this, Spike."

"I know you don't, but we need to. I don't want to lose you again, and you don't want to lose me."

Buffy gave him a cold look. "You sure about that?

For some reason, that infuriated him. He fell back on the bed and snapped, "Fine, Slayer. Then leave."

"This is my dorm room, Spike. You leave."

He glared at her, rolled out of the bed and picked up his jeans. Tugging them on, he said, "You know what you're problem is, Slayer? You're so afraid of feeling something for someone again because of that sodding poof, you push everyone away."

Buffy knelt in the middle of the bed and snapped, "You don't know what you're talking about, Spike. You think because I don't want an evil boyfriend that I push everyone away?"

Spike buttoned his jeans and yanked up the zip. Turning around, he searched for his T-shirt. He glared at her as he snatched it from Willow's headboard and pulled it over his head. "What about your little soldier boy, Slayer? You tossed him out on his ear. Was he evil too? Oh, wait, hold a mo, he worked for that Walsh bitch, so I guess he was."

"Oh, he so was not! I broke up with him because, well, because!"

Spike snorted and sat down on the bed to pull on his boots. "Oh, that's a good reason. Because," he mimicked. He went to pull on his boot, but stopped.

"Are you going to let me leave, Buffy?" he asked softly, not looking at her.

She was quiet for several seconds and then he felt the mattress move. Her arms encircled his neck and he felt her head on his shoulder. "This can't have a happy ending, Spike."

"Happy endings are for fairytales, love. All we can hope for are happy moments."

"Wow, you're really a cock-eyed optimist, aren't you?"

He twisted until he faced her again and ran his fingers gently down her face. "I know more about this world than I hope you ever find out. And I know that happiness, real happiness, is rare. We have that, love, and not just when we're in bed. I want to give you happiness, Buffy. Let me."

Buffy swallowed and whispered, "You came back to Sunnydale to kill me, Spike, and now you want to make me happy?"

"I came back to Sunnydale because I couldn't get you out of my mind. I thought it was because I hated you. I was wrong. I learned that when that toad sent us to Oz. I don't understand these feelings I have for you, Buffy. I just know they're there and they're real."

Buffy sat back on her heels and looked down at her entwined fingers. "I have feelings for you too, Spike. But I'm afraid. I can't make another mistake."

"I know, love. But I promise you I'll be the best man I know how. And when I'm not, I'll have you to set me straight."

"I don't want to have to set you straight, Spike. I want a man who already knows what's right."

"I know I'm starting off with a handicap, being evil and all, but I can choose my own way, Buffy. I'm more human than you think. Even that great blue git, The Judge, said so. I was evil because I didn't have a reason not to be. Now I do."

She looked at him, a myriad of emotions flashing across her face, and he was afraid she was going to turn away from him again. He took her face gently between his hands and pressed his forehead to hers. "Buffy, please, love. If you care about me at all, give us a chance."

She pulled back and remained silent for an interminable time, but at last she said, "The gang is going to have a collective cow when they find out."

Relief spread through Spike's body. "So I guess we just have to be careful. Keep our relationship quiet, yeah?"

She shook her head. "I've learned the hard way that Buffy secrets always seem to come out at the worst possible time. If we're going to do this, Spike, it has to be out in the open."

He grinned wickedly. "Well, I don't mind public sex, Buffy, but I'm surprised you're into it."

"Oh!" she said in mock outrage and punched him lightly on the arm.

He laughed and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. "So, you and me, yeah?" he asked when they broke apart.

"I think I must be out of my mind, but yeah."
 
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