Chapter Two

“Who kicked your puppy?”

“What?” Buffy turned at the sound of Spike’s voice close behind her, surprised that she hadn’t even heard him coming.

“Why the long face love?” he asked, joining her on the log she was perched on. He knew she’d been avoiding him since their interlude and was glad he finally had a chance to pin her down and find out why that night had happened.

Buffy frowned and rose to leave. “It’s none of your business,” she mumbled.

Spike followed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“What? Did you and Captain Cardboard have a lover’s tiff?”

He saw Buffy wince at the mention of Riley.

“Oh,” Spike said with a chuckle. “Must have been a bad one. Well, you know I never thought he was right for you anyway pet.”

“Yeah?" Buffy responded angrily, spinning to face him. "And who is right for me?”

Their gazes met as they both remembered the night a week ago when, in this very cemetery, they had shared a few stolen moments of passion the likes of which neither had experienced before. Buffy lowered her eyes first, unable to look at him without those same feelings sparking through her entire body.

“I broke him,” she blurted suddenly.

Her words were so quiet that Spike was thankful for his enhanced hearing.

“Broke him how?”

“Cracked three of his ribs.”

The urge to cackle with glee was almost irresistible, but for once Spike managed to contain his mirth.

“How’d it happen?” he asked.

Buffy looked away as her face went up in flames.

“Oh.” Spike managed before his restraint crumbled and he howled with laughter.

“Spike this isn’t funny,” Buffy tried to scowl, but found herself laughing with him as she realised how ridiculous her situation was. Turning to walk through the cemetery she wasn’t surprised when Spike fell into step beside her.

“I’m usually so careful,” she grumbled. “I guess I just got a little…carried away.” The moment flashed through her mind for the hundredth time that night. She’d finally gotten so fed up with Riley’s gentle lovemaking that she’d thrown him down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Ten minutes later she’d been riding him like there was no tomorrow, watching him buck and strain beneath her. She’d been so close…so close…that’s when she heard the distinct crack of bones breaking and suddenly Riley was groaning for all the wrong reasons.

Buffy dropped her head dejectedly in her hands as mortification washed over her once again. Poor Riley. All he’d wanted was to make her happy and she’d snapped him like a twig – literally.

“So now he’s home recovering and you’re wandering around in a cemetery all guilt-ridden and horny. That about sum it up pet?”

Buffy glared at him as she twirled a stake between her agitated fingers. “Pretty much,” she muttered.

He smiled down at her. “Well I might not be able to do much about the first one considering you’re guilty as sin, but the second one is a different matter. Come on in pet.”

Buffy looked around, surprised to find they were now in front of Spike’s crypt.

“Yeah right,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m going to go into your crypt with you so you can cure me of my horniness? I don’t think so.”

Opening the door Spike turned to look at her with a smirk. “I was thinking of distracting you with conversation and a bottle of Jack, Slayer. But if you think you can’t keep your hands off me then by all means, go home.”

He disappeared into the darkness of the crypt leaving Buffy to stamp her foot in frustration. She knew she really shouldn’t be drinking. That always led to badness. Spending time with Spike generally led to them kicking the shit out of each other, which was fun. But then considering how that had ended last time that could lead to badness too. Spending the night alone in bed staring at the ceiling certainly didn’t hold much appeal. Finally making up her mind, Buffy took a deep breath and walked into the crypt.

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By the time Buffy entered the crypt Spike had already lit a dozen candles and sat straddling a long bench, pouring Whiskey into two shot glasses. She approached warily and eyed the amber liquid.

“I really shouldn’t drink,” she stated frankly.

“Whatever you say love.” Spike handed her a glass and then drained his own before refilling it.

Buffy brought the glass to her lips and, tossing back her head, swallowed the contents in one big gulp. She coughed violently as the alcohol burned a path down her throat. Spike chuckled and she threw him a glare before dropping heavily beside him on the bench and accepting her refilled glass.

“I did it once,” Spike announced suddenly.

“Did what?”

“Had sex with a human.”

Curiosity got the better of her as she watched him down another shot.

“What happened?” she finally asked.

“Damn near killed the girl. Bint started screaming like a bloody banshee.” He threw her a grin. “It was a very unsatisfying experience.”

Buffy knew she was supposed to be disgusted by his tale but couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped her. She tried to cover it by downing her drink but she knew he wasn’t fooled.

“So, you’re telling me you’ve never been able to just let go completely. Ever.”

Buffy just shrugged, hoping her blush wasn’t too obvious.

“What about Angel?”

“That was my first time Spike,” she rolled her eyes at him. “I was nervous and I had no idea what I was doing. Wasn’t about to be swinging from the chandelier was I?”

Catching the look on his face she felt her temper rise. “What?” she snapped.

“I just…I don’t know…” Spike found himself stumbling over his words.

Anger flooded her body as Buffy sprang off the bench. “Oh no, you don’t”, she yelled, poking his chest with her finger. “Don’t you dare feel sorry for me. Just because I can’t completely forgo all control with a guy does not automatically make me unsatisfied.”

Spike gave her dubious look. “Yeah Slayer. You turned to liquid fire in my arms last week because you’re so satisfied.”

Buffy gasped at the feelings his words evoked. Unconsciously she touched the scar his bite had left on her neck and felt it tingle. As he reached out to take her other hand Spike looked up at her with searching eyes.

“We would be so good together,” he whispered. His words washed over her like a caress and her heart began to beat wildly in her chest. Sensing her response, Spike rose to stand before her. Their bodies just inches apart. “I can take everything you can throw at me and return it in kind.”

Leaning down he brushed her lips with his own. “Buffy, let me love you like you deserve.” His tongue darted out to taste her and he heard her whimper.

Suddenly Spike was thrown against the wall of the crypt. He had just enough time to feel the pang of disappointment before she was on him. Buffy pressed her body hard against his as her tongue demanded entrance to his mouth. Spike gave a satisfied growl and bit down on her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth to soothe the hurt.

Lifting her, he felt her wrap her legs firmly around his hips before he turned to slam her into his recently vacated position against the wall.

Reaching between them Buffy tore his shirt to shreds. Running her fingers over his now bare back she scored him deeply with her nails, delighting in his growls.

Meanwhile Spike was sucking and biting at her neck with blunt teeth. Insane with desire from the taste and feel of her.

Drawing away from the wall he laid her down on the nearby bed. Capturing her wrists above her head with one hand, he used the other to caress the curves of her body. Gripping the top of her shirt he yanked, tearing it right down the front.

Looking up he grinned at the almost feral light in her eyes as she breathed heavily through parted lips.

Still holding her gaze he bent to tease her left nipple with one long, slow swipe of his tongue. She moaned loudly, arching toward his mouth.

“Like that do you baby?” He questioned before raising an eyebrow. “How about this?”

Moving quickly he drew the hard nub into his mouth, grazing it lightly with his teeth. He had to fight not to get thrown clear as Buffy bucked wildly beneath him, screaming in pleasure.

Wrenching her wrists free Buffy flipped them over and attacked his chest with her mouth as her fingers deftly unclasped his jeans and delved inside to stroke his hard length. Kicking off his boots and jeans Spike lay back on the bed, revelling in the feel of her warm hands wrapped around him.

Working her way down his now naked form, Buffy licked and nibbled every available inch of skin. When she reached his belly button she dipped her tongue inside, smiling at the hiss it elicited.

Finally Buffy reached her goal. As she ran her tongue up the underside of his long shaft she heard him groan loudly. Taking him into her mouth she sucked hard, loving the feel of his fingers threading through her hair.

She barely heard him mutter, “Two can play at that game sweet Slayer.” Even as she wondered what he meant she felt him sit up, grab her waist and swivel her whole body around so her knees landed on either side of his head, all without dislodging her mouth.

She squeaked when he tore her pants and black silk thong from her body and pushed off her shoes. He rolled them so they both lay comfortably on their sides. Then, taking a moment to position himself properly, Spike breathed in the undiluted scent of Buffy’s desire before reaching his tongue out to taste her.

The moment she felt his mouth on her Buffy saw stars. She groaned deep in her throat, causing him to shiver as the vibrations passed straight from her body to his. They quickly became lost in a maelstrom of sensations as they gave and took of each other with an intensity that had them both quaking. Hands roamed at will, stroking and kneading, until their fingers met and intertwined.

Gripping onto him for dear life Buffy’s mouth clamped tightly around Spike’s now throbbing erection as she felt herself begin cresting the waves of pleasure Spike was drawing from her. In turn, her continuous moans sent Spike soaring over the edge. Burying his tongue inside her he emptied himself into her willing mouth as she continued to shudder against him.

With a grateful sigh Buffy fell onto her back, licking her lips and grinning like a loon. When Spike reached for her again she clambered off the bed, laughing wickedly. “Oh no you don’t pet.” Spike leered at her nakedness as he stalked her across the room, “I’m no where near done with you yet.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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