A/N: Thanks for the reviews! This chapter has the very first sex scene I ever wrote with details. Hopefully it's not too bad - I can't remember and don't wish to see, lol.

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The house was empty and the T.V. was on, but neither of them was watching. Instead, Spike was lying on top of Buffy on the couch doing what they’ve been doing for the past few days – making out.


Spike slipped his hands underneath her shirt and drove it up, moving up her stomach to her breasts. As he kissed her lustfully, tongues teasing, he ground down into her. Buffy eagerly arched up for more contact, tightening her hold around his neck and bringing Spike’s body even closer. At the feel of his cool hands massaging her breasts, she thrust up and moaned into his mouth, causing Spike’s arousal to jerk in response.


Buffy brought her hand down in between them and pushed Spike’s chest away, breaking their kiss as she gasped for air. Spike, with eyes clouded over in lust, looked at her in confusion.


“What?” he croaked.


“Breathe,” Buffy panted, signaling that she needed to, and stopping was not a voluntary thing.


“Yea, ok,” Buffy said quickly as she pulled Spike’s head back down to her lips. And they resumed their fast and urgent pace, sexual frustration totally kicking their ass for the last couple of days.


And then they could hear keys jingle. Buffy heard the knob turning and quickly stopped her ministrations, pushing Spike off of her and causing him to roll off the couch and fall flat on his back. Dawn and Joyce had opened the door just in time to witness the sudden Spike hurdle.


“Ow, bloody hell woman,” Spike complained as he rubbed his head. He flashed her a quick pout at the loss of contact and she gave him an apologetic smile before turning to look up at Dawn and Joyce.


“Hi!” she said in a chipper voice, “we’re just watching some T.V. – wanna join us?” She tried to act casual on the couch though her hair was in disarray and her shirt was now on sideways. Not to mention the vampire flung onto the ground.


Both Dawn and Joyce gave them an unbelieving, upraised brow.


“Can you two not get all horn dog on each other in the house so much? Hello? I still live here and yes, I still have vampire hearing. You’re scarring me for life,” Dawn said dramatically.


“Dawn’s right. Not that I don’t know what you two probably do together,” Joyce coughed the end before continuing, “but seriously honey, the smacking noises are highly disturbing for a mother.”


Buffy blushed and looked embarrassed, and actually, Spike looked sheepish too as he scratched the back of his head. He mumbled, “Sorry, mum.”


He got up from the ground and sat up on the couch. Buffy tried to alleviate her embarrassment by saying, “I promise we’ll just watch T.V. now. Smack-free peacefulness.”


Spike pulled Buffy to sit closer to him and put his arm around her, turning to kiss her on the temple before settling against the couch. She rested her head against his chest as they began to try and stare at the screen.


Joyce smiled at the couple before joining Dawn in the kitchen. They looked so natural with each other.


Buffy had her left hand intertwined with Spike’s hand which was sitting on her shoulder, while her right hand rested on his upper thigh – something that did not go unnoticed by Spike. When she gave him a squeeze on the inner thigh, he tensed and shifted in his seat, trying to keep it clean for Dawn and Joyce’s sake. Spike shot her a knowing look, but she just smiled coyly at him and continued watching the screen.


“Vixen,” he whispered deeply into her ear, sending shudders through her body. He got a playful glint in his eyes and moved his head down to kiss Buffy’s neck tenderly, causing her to inhale sharply at the tingly feeling. He began to nibble and lick, kissing her at the curve of her neck. She let out a raspy breath as she tried to not let his ministrations affect her, but of course it wasn’t working.


He began biting a little bit harder with his blunt teeth and caressing the spot with his tongue to distract her. Suddenly, she realized what he was doing. She pulled back and slapped his chest playfully. “Hey!” she exclaimed, trying to give him a lecturing look.


He stuck his tongue between his teeth and continued to leer at her neck, moving in again. Buffy backed herself away on the couch and from there, it turned into a full on struggle. Buffy squirmed to get away from his grasp as Spike playfully kept trying to pin down her wrists so he could get back to work on her neck.


“You…stupid…doof!” Buffy managed to get out in between her struggles.


Spike captured both of her wrists and brought them up above her head, effectively pinning her underneath him. “Sexy doof, you mean,” Spike corrected as he went in for the attack. She was about to give in and let him mar her neck again, until they heard Dawn yell in an annoyed voice, “We’re still here!!”


Spike looked frustrated and glanced down at Buffy. They seemed to be reading each other’s thoughts. They hurriedly got up from the couch and started for the door. “We’re going patrolling!” Spike yelled over to the kitchen and with that, they were out the door.


“Yea, sure, patrolling,” Dawn said. “They’ve been patrolling for days now,” she said with air quotes.


Joyce just smiled and continued making food. “As long as they’re not patrolling in my house.”


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They walked hand in hand towards the cemetery, just enjoying the comfortable feel of being together.


Buffy turned her head sideways to look at Spike and asked, “So have you spoken to the gang?”


He raised an eyebrow, “You mean since they told us about that mysterious spell?”


“Yea…or also known as the day you almost kicked Xander’s ass for comparing me to Leanna,” she started out accusatory, but then realized what she said, “Ok, now that I think of it, he sooo deserves an ass-kicking.”


He scoffed. “No, I haven’t really talked to them. Though Red and Glinda have called a couple of times.”


“Yea? Anything new?” Buffy asked in a hesitant tone. Somewhere along the line, asking about the whole reversal thing had stopped being her top priority. It was wrong to ignore the very thing she should have been searching for, but she kept forcing that thought out of her head, and living in the moment – here with Spike.


They stopped in the middle of the cemetery, where everything seemed to be quiet. Buffy withdrew her hand from Spike’s and hopped up backwards to sit on a big tombstone. Spike came to stand in between her legs.


“C’mere,” Spike said as he drew her head closer so he could give her a kiss. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, complying. They drew back, and touched their foreheads together, savoring the feel of each other. He ran the back of his hand across her cheeks softly as she played with the ends of his hair.


They did not yet have “the talk” – the one where they assessed what their relationship meant and how it was progressing, but they both knew that there was a deep emotion there – one that neither of them could yet say.


“Does it still hurt?” Spike asked, looking down at her stomach.


It took Buffy a moment to realize he was talking about her wound, and she replied, “Oh. No, it’s practically all better.” She gave his concerned look a reassuringly bright smile.


“Mmm, does that mean I get to ravage you now?” Spike said with a leer.


She couldn’t help the jolts that ran through her body at the anticipation of his words. His hands moved up her thighs slowly. “Yes…,” she breathed out, and as he moved forward with an elated expression, she quickly amended, “No!”


He frowned, but she added, “I mean, yes, but just not here, in the middle of a cemetery,” Buffy finished as she crinkled her nose.

“I dunno, it could be fun,” Spike whispered suggestively.


“Yea sure, until people pop out of nowhere and interrupt us during an important moment,” Buffy said.
“Then we’d have to stop and fight them and I’d be extremely frustrated,” she finished with a pout.


He chuckled and moved his hands up and down her arms, still standing in between her legs as she sat on the tombstone.


She tilted her head up in thought and frowned. “Unless they’re vampires and then you’d have to take care of it…”


He caught the disappointment in her voice and looked a little hurt. “Don’t you like it when I take care of you?”


She looked at him and didn’t answer for a moment, just gazing into his eyes. Finally, she reached out to touch the scar on his eyebrow and said softly, “Yea, a little too much.” It wasn’t just a compliment – it was an indication of something deeper.


He realized that the mood had gotten from playful to thoughtful in 2 seconds flat. But he wanted to know. He felt a surge of hurt at all the hidden implication that she was keeping her thoughts from him. “Tell me,” he said evenly, keeping the negativity out of his voice.


She sighed and backed up a little. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry.”


“It’s something. You can tell me, luv,” Spike said as he starred at her, intense with affectionate emotion.


She furrowed her brows to try to find a way to explain it. “Ok…,” Buffy began with a sigh.


“Before, I just felt like I always had to keep fighting.”


Spike assumed she meant before the chip, but Buffy was referring to home.


“It was….what’s the word…monotonous? mechanic?” Buffy sighed. “I was tired – tired of always having to defend myself. I had so many responsibilities. I’m the Slayer – the Chosen One, blah blah. Also known as: Buffy never gets a break.”


“Now I know I have a chip, which I still hate, because I can’t wipe that stupid look off Leanna’s face,” Buffy said bitterly.


Spike raised an eyebrow but let her continue.


“But something about not having to fight all the time…I never thought I could come to like being defenseless. But I’m not really defenseless,” Buffy looked up, “because I have you.” She ended with a lighthearted tone, but they both knew it was just a cover-up for a serious admission.


At this moment, in her unrestricted speech, she looked like the most beautiful thing that he could ever lay eyes on. He felt himself falling deeper and deeper.


“Spike?” Buffy asked, a worried look at his silence.


“You’ll always have me,” Spike said in a low voice, emotion dripping all over his tone.


‘How I wish that was true,’ Buffy thought as she closed her eyes. She opened her eyes again to find Spike starring at her deeply, and she leaned forward to kiss him passionately, erasing away her negative thought.


“Mm, wait a minute, pet,” he said as he pulled away. “Finish first. You said that was before. And now?” Spike held her hand in his.


She looked him in the eyes and replied, “Now, I feel like just a girl. I feel like Buffy, with no ‘the Vampire Slayer’ following.”


Spike smirked. “Is that a good thing?” He asked, but he already knew the answer.


She smiled genuinely. “Yea, it is.” They shared another kiss, before Spike pulled back one last time.


“One last thing. You’re not just a girl, you’re my girl,” Spike said matter-of-factly.


She smiled at the endearment. “And you’re my widdle vampire,” Buffy said in a babying voice.


Spike growled and grabbed her off the tombstone, her legs wrapping around his waist.


“Take that back,” he demanded.


“What’s the matter, Spikey? Did I hurt your ego?” Buffy put on a coy smile. He opened his mouth to let out a snarky comeback, but she interjected him with a whisper to his ear, “I can fix it for you.”


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Xander was walking through the cemetery, yelling to himself about his rash decision to walk alone. But he had been angry when Anya told him at the Bronze to “shut up or go home.” It’s not like he was complaining that much about Spike and Buffy’s relationship.


And now, with three humans approaching him, he realized what a dumb move that was. The first guy lunged forward, and Xander vamped out and easily stepped aside to trip the guy.


“Ha! That’s all you got?” Xander mocked. He spoke too soon because the other two guys came up from behind and grabbed both of his arms.


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Behind the brush, Spike and Buffy were, yet again, snogging like horny teenagers. They heard someone speaking, and paused to see who was out there.


Out of breath, Buffy asked, “Who is it?” She squinted through the brush and tried to make out the figures, but couldn’t.


Spike looked curiously through the trees, before a smirk took over his face. “Why, it’s the whelp and three humans.” He turned back to Buffy and started kissing her again.


She laughed into his kiss and pushed him back to say, “We should help him…I guess.”


“He has it under control,” Spike said hastily, as they both heard Xander let out a shriek.


Buffy was torn between continuing their hot and heavy kissage, and stopping to help Xander. But as Spike nibbled at her ear, all she could focus on was his cool tongue against her flushed skin. Forgetting about Xander, she crushed her lips to his, urgently seeking more contact. He groaned and pulled her closer by the waist.


“Well, well, well,” a male voice said in the distance. Spike reluctantly pulled away to look through the brush and realized that several more humans had joined in after Xander managed to take care of the first three. Looking frustrated, he saw Buffy had an equal expression as she tried to catch her breathe.


“Fine,” Spike sulked. They untangled themselves from each other, and straightened their clothes before stepping out to go help Xander.


Walking over with Spike, Buffy muttered to him, “I told you they would interrupt us.”


“So let’s kick their asses quickly then.”


Buffy and Spike both quickly lunged for a human, flinging them back from Xander. Xander looked up with bewildered eyes and relief washed over them. “Guys! I’m so glad to see you!” he said weakly as he rubbed his head.


Spike glared at him, showing his disagreement. The human who had spoken earlier was about to open his mouth to say something, but Spike stepped forward and threw a solid punch to his nose, effectively cracking it.


Buffy was taking out her own frustration on another guy. “Stupid…people…interrupting…us,” she managed to get out in between brutal punches. A guy grabbed both of her arms from behind while one of them came charging at her, but she lifted herself off the ground and kicked him in the head. She brought her upper body back down to the ground fiercely, effectively flipping the guy in back of her over her head. She looked for Spike and saw he was handling three guys at once, so she ran over to him.


She saw the man on Spike’s right side had a knife in his hands, and Spike was busy hitting the other two, so Buffy ran forward and tackled the offender to the ground before he could attack Spike. She grabbed the arm with the knife in it and struggled with the man for a few seconds before managing to seize it. She flung it several feet away before throwing a solid punch to the guy’s face – so intense that he blacked out at the contact. ‘Huh. What a wuss,’ Buffy thought as she got up.


As soon as she got up, another lunged forward and tackled her, eliciting a loud ‘oof’ as she hit the ground. The guy straddled her and hit her in the face, making her flinch because the punch actually hurt. She blinked her eyes open to see a very disgusting looking man who was now leering at her. Her face twisted in disgust as she said, “Ugh, you seriously need to invest in a shower!”


Spike looked up to see some guy straddling Buffy, and he growled in anger before quickly finishing off the current guy and running over to them. He grabbed the offending man off of Buffy and gave a quick twist of his neck, snapping it. “Nobody straddles her but me, you bloody git,” he ground out to the dead body.


Buffy looked around from her point on the ground and realized they had finished the last of them. Spike helped her up and she dusted off her clothes. And then they remembered Xander, who was walking toward them now.


He had an embarrassed look as he said, “Uh, thanks guys.”


The couple looked at him with impatient eyes, telling him that he was either not forgiven for being an ass, or that he had interrupted something important. Or both.


Spike grabbed Buffy’s hand and began to walk away. “Where are you going?” Xander asked, confused.


“None of your bloody business,” Spike said evenly.


“Does no one else matter in your life anymore? You know those people – you use to call them your friends?” Xander said sarcastically.


Spike stopped in his tracks and turned to glare at Xander. “Until you wankers come to deal with us as a couple, don’t be expecting me to come around.” And with that, Spike turned back around and walked off with Buffy.


Buffy reveled in how easy Spike made it seem. He just never stopped surprising her. She felt a surge of emotion go through her at how perfect these past couple of days seemed. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of her mind, she hoped it would never end, and she knew what that meant.


She leaned up to his ear and whispered to him, “Let’s go back to my place.” Spike gave her a look and started walking in strides, dragging her along.



They made their way into her crypt in a similar fashion as last time: crashing into walls while kissing urgently. Once downstairs, their anticipation peaked.


“Buffy,” Spike breathed out lustily. He captured her glistening lips and his hands went to grab the edges of her top. He lifted her top over her head in one sweep, and her golden hair cascaded back down against her bare shoulders. Her heart pounded wildly and she ached for his touch. Grabbing him by the belt, her fingers went to work on the buckle as she pressed her lips to his in a searing kiss.


Spike groaned at the feel of her hands tugging his jeans, causing his erection to grow even harder. He reached behind her back and smoothly unhooked her bra, tossing the offending material aside. He gazed down at her breasts with naked desire and he moved down to capture her nipple with his mouth, causing her to buck into him and throw her head back in pleasure.


“Spike,” she gasped. Spike continued to suck on her breasts while he worked the buttons of her pants slowly.


She pushed him back suddenly and quickly stripped off her pants.


“Impatient, are we?” Spike smirked as he removed his own pants.


His shaft sprang up when he removed the confining piece of clothing and she stared at it with open desire, breath starting to hitch already.


She said with a saucy smile of her own, “I’m not the only one, it seems.”


He stepped toward her as he stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscled arms and chiseled chest. Spike stood naked, while Buffy was clad only in her panties.


Spike grabbed Buffy by the waist roughly and pulled her against him, kissing her thoroughly. She hoisted herself up and wrapped her legs around his waist, consequently pressing her sex against his hard erection. She rasped at the contact and looked at him with desire-filled eyes.


Spike carried her over to the bed and threw her down, giving her a sexy look as he slowly climbed up her body. She shuddered at his predatory movements. He brought his fingers to hook the sides of her panties, slowly bringing it down her legs, revealing her sex to him.


He moved up her body to give her a deep kiss, delving his tongue in to battle with hers. At the same time, his fingers reached up in between her legs, causing her to moan into his mouth and arch up into his hand. He pumped two fingers into her wetness and his own arousal was becoming achingly painful. Buffy was closing her eyes in pleasure, but when she opened her eyes, she caught the clenched look on Spike’s face.


“I want you,” Buffy rasped, “now.”


He groaned at her words and quickly complied, positioning himself at her entrance. Spike gave her a questioning look, and Buffy nodded. He thrust into her all the way, and they both gasped as their holds tightened on each other. Her nails dug into his back as she bit back a scream of pleasure. Spike closed his eyes as he tried to regain his composure.


After a moment, he began pumping into her, causing her to moan. She started moving with him, coming up when he ground down. He was quickly losing control at her movements, and he buried his face in her neck, savoring the feel of her around him.


“Harder,” she breathed out.


He smirked at her. Her sexuality was amazing to him. And of course, he complied. Moving more urgently, he pumped into her with abandon, but kissed her passionately at the same time. She moaned out each time he hit the bundle of nerves deep inside her and she whispered his name in lust.


“Buffy,” Spike whispered back, conveying his matching sentiments. He heard the gasps in her breath and the oncoming shudders of her body. He drove into her and kissed her deeply as she went over the edge, body convulsing in pleasure and crying out. She clenched around him as she came, causing him to lose control and come inside of her. His body jerked into hers spastically.


Slowly, they came down from their climaxes, and he slumped against her, sweaty bodies embracing. He exhaled into her neck. Buffy tried to regain her breath and slow the beating of her heart. “That was soooo worth the wait,” she said, fully satisfied.


“Yea…you’re so amazing,” he said softly, touching her skin and then running his hands across her face affectionately. She saw the look in his eyes and smiled at him lovingly.


“We’re amazing together,” she corrected.


Spike swelled at her words and dove down to kiss her, massaging her lips with his. He pulled back and rested his cheek against hers, closing his eyes.


“Let’s be amazing again,” Buffy said with a glint in her eyes.


Spike lifted his head up and smirked at her. “Whatever you say, luv.”






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