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Confused, she didn’t know where she was. She frowned, realizing she didn’t remember anything, including who she was. She looked down, realizing she had a major case of nudity, and her hands shot up to cover herself, looking around the dark room to see if anyone was there. Staring into the dark empty warehouse, her mind reeled with confusion.


Nothing. She remembered nothing.


But…she scrunched her expression, thinking hard at what was on the tip of her mind. With a look of realization, she remembered her name.


Leanna.


~


Buffy moaned in satisfaction as his cool tongue touched her breast. Reaching down to pull him up to her for a kiss, she pouted when he trapped her hands to the bed.


“Ah-ah-ah, not yet.” He leered at her naked body splayed across his bed, his lust for her was unimaginable.


“Stop teasing me, you evil vampire.”


“I’m not teasing you, pet – I’m ravishing you. Just because you’ve already experienced this firsthand, doesn’t mean I have.” He thought for a moment and then added,” Should I be jealous?”


She lifted her brow in response, “Of yourself?”


“Well, you did let him bite you,” he reminded with an amused smirk.


“I let you bite me.” Leaning up, she whispered in his ear seductively, “And if you’re good, we’ll do a re-enactment.”


Growling, he swooped down to kiss her soundly before moving lower and trailing wet kisses down her body. His cock was straining in anticipation, but he controlled himself, wanting to stretch out this moment for as long as he could. The object of his dreams, his desires, his love - was no longer just a part of his imagination.


Suddenly aware of his path, she was about to open her mouth to speak, but she felt his wet tongue trace the inside of her thigh, causing her to gasp. As she felt his tongue trace her slit, she forgot all else, wanting nothing more than his mouth on her.


Pushing his tongue into her teasingly, he smirked when he felt her body jolt. Repeating his action, he was rewarded by the sound of her gasping his name.


“Spike, more, please,” she rasped, desperately wanting to push him down against her, but instead she grabbed the sheets for control.


Seeing her eyes so clouded with want, he began to lavish her soaking pussy with his mouth, plunging his tongue into her as far as he could.


She practically cried out, feeling the sensations shooting madly throughout her body, the feel of his tongue moving wildly within her. Her hands reactively shot up to grasp his head, wanting more contact, wanting more of him.


Knowing he was the one that was causing such a reaction from her drove him wild, and he attacked her with renewed lust, his mouth devouring all he could. Using his tongue, he put pressure on her slick walls before moving to catch her clit in his mouth.


“Oh God,” she panted, her hips bucking up.


Grabbing her by the thighs, he pulled her into a better angle, hoisting her up by the ass. Feeling her legs scissor around his neck, he continued devouring her, her response driving his enthusiasm.


Her entire body shook as she neared her climax, but she tried to incoherently speak between pants, not able to ignore the feeling of his mouth on her clit, “Wait…Spike…”


Stopping momentarily, he looked up at her, panting himself, face wet with her juices. ‘What could she possibly want to wait for?’


She grabbed his arms, trying to pull him. “I want you in me,” she rasped, feeling the throbbing between her legs as the torturous pressure stopped.


He growled, her words turning him on more. Letting her legs down, he slide her body to the mattress, positioning himself at her entrance, and plunging into her with one swift move. The slick heat that surrounded him made his eyes roll and he groaned, hearing Buffy cry out herself. Feeling her nails dig into his arms, he looked down at her.


“Do you want to stop?” he managed to ask, his voice strained. Spike really hoped the answer was no.


“No, no, don’t stop,” she urged, the feel of his cock filling her core driving her crazy. She pulled at him, signaling for him to move. She felt him pull out of her slowly, before slamming back into her, driving her crazy. The sensations definitely seemed more real, and before she lost all coherent ability, she vaguely thought that she wouldn’t mind spending the rest of her life this way.


Spike pumped into her, lifting her up by the neck to press a searing kiss to her lips. Letting her drop back, he began to pump harder, eliciting her sounds of satisfaction.


“Yes, more, more,” she cried, feeling every thrust of his going deeper.


“Fuck, Buffy,” he rasped, his movements speeding up, if at all possible. He knew it should probably be soft and slow this first real time, but he couldn’t help himself, and he knew she didn’t mind. “Buffy,” he worshiped her name over and over, seeing her head thrash side to side in pleasure.


God, she was so close. But there was one last thing she wanted, and she wanted it now. “Spike,” she arched her neck at him, giving him a look of invitation.


He needed nothing else. Not even slowing his thrusts, he morphed into his vamp-face, leaned down towards her neck, and let his fangs slice into her warm skin with a low, guttural noise of bliss. As he took his first pull, he felt her begin to spasm and cry out beneath him, her arm clinging to the back of his head, pulling him in closer.


Her warm blood reached his tongue, and he was in paradise. His senses on overdrive, he felt himself lose control, shooting his load into her, fangs still in his throat. Both of them came together, his cock jerking into her as her channel squeezed him relentlessly.


She felt the sensations of all her blood rushing to one spot, heightening the intensity of her orgasm. When she finally came down, her body relaxed in satisfied pleasure, feeling Spike’s fangs slip out of her carefully.


Licking her bite marks, he made sure all the blood was gone, closing the wounds with his caress before he pulled back to look at her.


With the emotion in his eyes backing up his words, he revered, “I love you so much.”


She smiled a lazy smile, knowing he meant it. What was worth smiling for was that she did too. Flipping him over for round 2, she whispered something long in his ear, making him grin, and earning her another passionate kiss. Buffy broke the kiss, and began moving down his body with a saucy grin.


~


“So what do you guys think?” Xander asked, his arms crossed as he stared at the door in contemplation. Anya, Tara, and Willow stood next to him, mirroring his posture.


“Yep, she’s definitely boinking him as we speak,” Anya concluded, letting her arms unfold as she stared at the crypt door with a decided expression.


“W-well, maybe they’re…,” Willow’s voice trailed off.


“Playing scrabble?” Xander added sarcastically. They had followed Buffy out to the cemetery, worried about her. When they got there, they had seen Buffy and Spike conjoined at the lips, stumbling into his crypt. “He’s taking advantage of her weak post-coma state, I tell you!”


“Xander,” Tara began softly, “I d-don’t think it’s like that.”


Xander and Willow frowned at her. “What do you mean?”


“I kind of already had a hunch,” Tara admitted finally, giving them all an apologetic look. “I think something happened where ever Buffy was.”


“Yea, got tortured by some crazy two-named woman, but what does that have to do with Spike?” he asked in confusion.


“Did you see the look in her eyes when you kept saying you were g-going to stake him?


“Ohhh, yea!” Anya said, raising her finger up in the air in remembrance. “She definitely wanted to stake you instead, honey.”


Still confused, he put his hands out to the sides, “What are you getting at Tara?”


Willow’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh. His dreams.”


“Yet again, I say: huh?”


“And why is it you patronize me for being dumb?” Anya raised an eyebrow at him.


She didn’t exactly know how, but it was the only logical reason. Finally pitying Xander, Tara said, “I think Buffy is in love with Spike.”


Bursting into laughter, he realized that no one else was laughing. Instead, they were all giving him knowing expressions, waiting for him to catch on.


Stopping, he said with dread, “That’s impossible. She’d have to be out of her mind or something – Buffy would never love Spike – he’s evil.”


“Well technically, Buffy was the evil one, remember?” Willow added, “He was the good guy in her reversed world.”


Confused at first, Willow’s words registered in his mind. His expression dropped, seeing what they had been trying to relay to him. Her reversed world, Spike’s dreams, the looks and the worry. Xander looked up at them with a paled expression, “Oh sweet mother of-,”


~


They were lying on his bed, enjoying their post-fantastic-sex mode.


“What are you thinking about, luv?” Spike whispered as he pushed her damp hair back.


“Whether or not to hate the evil scum that knocked me out for three months, or to thank them,” Buffy answered, still off in her own world. “And if it could happen again.”


Tilting her face so that she was looking at him, he comforted, “You heard Giles. They’re dead and that gem has been destroyed. No worries, pet.”


She sighed, “You’re right.” She snuggled closer to him, humming in satisfaction at the comforting feel of his cool skin against hers.


Tightening his arms around her and bringing her closer to his body, he hesitated before asking the question that had been on his mind.


“What?” she looked up at him, sensing his slight tenseness.


“Nothing,” he mumbled, rubbing her arm in a comforting manner, pretending that everything was o.k. It should have been….right? After all, Buffy was in his arms finally – willingly – should he push the subject?


She pushed away from him, breaking his hold around her body as she frowned. “What? Tell me.”


Finally looking up into her waiting eyes, Spike knew he either had to just ask or risk a fight anyway for not sharing. Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair and said, “I was just wondering if you were planning on ever telling your friends about us.”


Her frown faded and a look of relief passed through her expression, “Oh. Is that all you were worried about?”


Hesitantly confused, he gave her a questioning look.


She flipped onto his body, straddling him and letting the sheet fall off her chest, splaying at her hips. She gave a smirk and leaned down to kiss his neck. In between her caresses, she asked, “You think…I want…to keep you…as my…little…secret,…don’t you?”


He moaned as the feel of her hot tongue licking his neck was making him painfully hard again. Almost forgetting what they were talking about, he let out a raspy, “Yea…”


Buffy stopped her ministrations, bringing her face directly above his, looking down into his eyes with a lustful expression. “As much fun as that could be for a while, I think I’d rather have it the other way.”


“What’s that, now?” he questioned with a raised brow, trying hard to ignore his hard-on that was currently way too close to its destination for self-control.


She pecked him on the lips, retreating when he leaned up for more, teasing him. “The way where everyone finds out, lectures me, eventually gets over it, etc. Because I gotta tell ya – I’ve been there, and it was great – being able to be together without hiding it,” she trailed a finger down his chest with a small smile of remembrance, “without wondering what they might do if they find out.”


Thoroughly surprised and feeling his un-dead heart constrict for her more, he replied slowly, “So you’re saying, it’s better that they find out so we can know to expect denial and possible staking attempts?”


“Hey, at least we’ll be ready for it,” Buffy replied, smirking, “Better than one of them trying to stake you when they catch you on top of me, thinking you must be trying to kill me or something.”


“Well, the ‘on top of you’ part doesn’t sound too bad,” he joked, coasting his hands up the sides of her waist as he tried to contain the relief and joy from her assurance.


“Mmhm,” she raised her hips up, and lowered herself slowly onto his cock, letting out a raspy reply, “but this way is fun too…”


He really couldn’t argue with that. As she began to move against him slowly, achingly, his hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her down to him for a kiss. It was the perfect kiss, soft yet fulfilling, the love from both of them shining through amidst the lust.


After they pulled apart from the kiss, she rested her forehead on top of his, feeling his unneeded breath brush against her face. Opening her eyes, she sat up again, never disconnecting their bodies. Seeing the reverent look in his eyes as she began to move against him, Buffy silently thanked The Evil Bitch for giving her the best wake-up call of her life.


~*~*~*~


THE END



A/N: I know it’s a little rushed (and majorly fluffed and smutted up), but I think it’s a good enough place where you can imagine them talking it all out, and I really don’t want to mention the term “reverse world” one more time, lol. So hopefully the ending was at least sufficient, and in the future, I’ll look to any comments/reviews you guys might have about it for the re-write. Way, way in the future.

Thank you to everyone who stuck by this, reviewed and/or encouraged me beyond my expectations. Thanks to my beta, Jessica, who does more than edit – she tried to kick-start my muse whenever it was down, and the 6 month hiatus was definitely not because of her lack of encouragement. Thank you to everyone who has ever pimped, recommended, nominated, or awarded this fic!!! I hope you got at least a little enjoyment out of it!

P.S. I highly doubt there is going to be a sequel. I brought Leanna back, but as you can see, she’s memory-less, so it doesn’t have to be a big deal. Until further notice, she’s staying harmless to our Spuffy couple.