Chapter One

Buffy almost laughed at the ridiculous sounds she made as she faked her orgasm. “Oh yes, I’m coming,” she moaned, hoping she didn’t sound too sarcastic. Almost before the words were finished leaving her mouth Riley came with a polite grunt and rolled off her. Disposing of the used condom, he drew her into his arms for the requisite two-minute cuddle before he began to snore softly.

Being careful not to wake him Buffy eased out of the bed and dressed quickly. She wasn’t the least bit sleepy and she knew if she stayed here she’d only end up analysing her relationship with Riley all night and be cranky in the morning.

Pausing at the door she took a last look at his sleeping form and frowned slightly. She had to get out of here!

Strolling out of the building she couldn’t help but ruminate on her recent behaviour. Or misbehaviour as the case may be. She never would have believed that she would be the type to fake orgasms. All the magazines said that was a bad idea. Bad Buffy!

The trouble was, lately when they made love it was too much like…well…making love. It was gentle and romantic and tender and driving her crazy! It just didn’t excite her the way it used to. When she’d tried to spice things up a bit Riley had been appalled that she would want him to be a little less tender.

“But I love you Buffy,” he had stated, gazing at her adoringly. “I could never treat you like that.”

Soon after that she’d pretty much stopped coming altogether. He’d been very concerned and tried very hard to make things better. He’d taken extra time kissing and caressing her body, his hands travelling softly over her smooth skin. He’d whispered loving words in her ear about how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her. Before long she’d felt like screaming, “For God’s sake just throw me against the wall and fuck me!”

Finally she’d forced a couple of breathy groans, squeezed her internal muscles a few times and gone limp. She figured he was convinced when she saw the big grin on his face. Partly relieved, but mostly smug. After that it had just seemed easier to throw a repeat performance then risk the worried looks and questions again.

“And now look at me,” she thought dejectedly, “I haven’t come in over a month and my boyfriend thinks I’m deliriously happy.”

Stomping across the campus Buffy prayed a vampire would turn up so she could release some of the tension in her body. She was pleasantly surprised when her spider-sense told her that her prayer had been answered. Slowing down Buffy slid a stake out from the waistband of her pants and waited for the creature to approach her from behind. A slight smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she anticipated the coming fight.

“Hello cutie.”

Even as Buffy rolled her eyes she felt her heartbeat quicken. She turned to face her peroxide blonde nemesis with a satisfied grin. “Glad you could make it Spike.”

Spike cocked his head slightly, obviously bewildered at her statement. In that moment Buffy attacked, catching him with an upper cut to the jaw, followed by a solid fist to the stomach.

Recovering quickly Spike blocked her next punch, and backhanded her across the face.

As the fight intensified Buffy had to stop herself from laughing out loud at the utter joy of her release. She had expected to have to settle for toying with a couple of fledglings before sending them to their dusty fate. But the moment she'd heard Spike’s sexy British drawl she’d known she was in for a true battle between warriors. No holding back, no quarter given. He was her match in every way. He was not disappointing her tonight.

Again and again they came together in violence. Adrenaline rushed through her veins as she hit, dodged, blocked and kicked. She reacted to his slightest movement, every one of her senses focused on his graceful body. Suddenly he surprised her by dropping swiftly and kicking her legs out from under her.

Landing hard, she had little time to recover before he covered her with his body. He pinned her down, capturing her wrists above her head with one hand. The other hand he used to brush stray hairs from her face.

“So, sweet Slayer, at last the time comes for me to taste you.”

He expected to see fear widening her eyes. Instead lust flashed in their clear green depths and he sucked in a harsh breath as his already aroused body responded in kind.

Buffy used his momentary distraction to flip them over. Crawling up his body she straddled his hips and raised her stake overhead with both hands in preparation for the final blow.

The tip of the stake was a hair’s breadth from his skin when he caught her wrists. For long moments they struggled silently, strength pitted against strength. With a wicked grin Buffy began to flex her hips slightly, rubbing against the hard evidence of his desire. Spike growled low in his throat, trying to keep his focus on the lethal stake and away from the feel of her hot body moving against him. Trying and failing.

Fortunately for Spike, this sword had a double-edge. Even as she knew the strength that kept her stake out of his heart was faltering, Buffy felt her need for the kill fading – being usurped by a need of a different kind.

In a sudden move Spike forced her hands upward and the stake fell from her grasp. The forward momentum caused her to fall onto his chest. With a lurch he rolled them over, sliding on top of her once again. He chuckled as he settled himself firmly between her thighs, relishing the gasp that escaped her.

Leaning down he licked her neck slowly, from her collarbone all the way up to her ear. He growled softly as he nibbled on her earlobe and she shivered in response. Her mind screamed at her to push him away even as her head tilted to give him better access.

A satisfied smile spread across Spike’s lips at her invitation. The scent of her arousal surrounded him and the feel of her body moving ever so slightly against his had him ready to explode.

Dipping his head once again he tasted the salty skin of her neck, sucking lightly. Buffy moaned loudly and arched her back, trying to get closer. He responded by sliding one hand down the side of her body, from shoulder to hip, and back up to capture a firm, round breast. His thumb brushed over her hardened nipple and she jerked as a bolt of electricity shot through her.

Of their own accord Buffy’s arms snaked inside his duster to the hard body beneath. His muscles twitched and rippled beneath her fingers and she delighted in his low growl when she dragged her fingernails down his back.

Finally, Spike could no longer control himself and he felt his game face come forward. He allowed one sharp tooth to drag across her skin, alerting her to her vulnerable position. Buffy shivered in fear and excitement, but did not pull away.

Carefully he sunk his fangs into her, groaning in pleasure as her hot blood filled his waiting mouth. As he began to suck languorously on her neck he resumed his ministrations on her body. Catching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger he tugged gently until she was arching into his hand. Their hips began to rock against each other and both moaned in pleasure as the intensity of their movements increased.

Buffy could feel her blood being pulled into his mouth but found she wasn’t frightened. She slid the fingers of one hand through his hair, holding him to her. Mewling sounds escaped her throat as she writhed beneath him, focused completely on the heat coursing through her body at his touch.

Before long their movements became more frantic. Clasping Spike tightly, Buffy felt herself fly over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. Spike felt her shudder with release and it drove him wild. Losing all control he bucked hard against her once…twice…and finally went still.

Slowly Spike pulled his fangs from her throat and licked gently at the wounds as he felt his game face melt away. For long moments they lay silent. Neither willing to break the spell that held them in its thrall.

Finally Spike lifted his head to gaze down at her. She watched him quietly, refusing to think of the consequences of what they had done. Content just to enjoy the surreal moment.

Almost hesitantly Spike touched his lips to hers. The caress was light as a whisper, but both felt it touch something deep within them. Her tongue slipped between his lips and he touched it with his own. She could taste the metallic tang of her own blood and was surprised when she was filled with a feeling of intimacy at the thought of her blood running through his veins. She noticed that she didn’t feel at all weak and realised that he hadn’t taken much.

They parted only to stare at each other again. Spike had just opened his mouth to speak when the sound of someone calling Buffy’s name echoed through the night.

They sprang off the ground like they’d been burned, their gazes locked in confusion and longing as they backed away from each other. Without warning Buffy turned and ran. The thought of them being found together, after what had just happened…it was too awkward to contemplate.

She found Riley just metres from the clearing where she’d left Spike. “Buffy, there you are,” he said with a relieved grin.

“Riley what are you doing out here? Calling my name isn’t the safest thing to do in the middle of the night you know.”

Riley took in her annoyed countenance and cringed. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t thinking. I was just worried about you when I woke up and you weren’t there.”

“I couldn’t sleep. Just went for a walk.”

“Did you run into any baddies?”

“No,” she replied, forcing a bright smile, “not a one.” Buffy glanced at her trusting, loyal boyfriend and felt the guilt start to kick in.

“You know Riley I think I might just go home tonight. I’ve got an early class in the morning.”

Riley frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Buffy nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll be able to sleep in a little later if I go home.”

Relief flooded through her when he simply shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“Good night then,” Buffy mumbled and began to move off toward her building.

Riley stood watching her leave for a few seconds before heading in the opposite direction.

From the shadows, Spike watched them part. His eyes following Buffy until she disappeared into the night. Turning to go he cursed at the discomfort of his now wet jeans. A frown marred his features as a thousand questions filled his head. He had no idea what had happened between them tonight, but he bloody well intended to find out.