A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed :D


Buffy decided to go home and confront Willow on the whole ordeal. She was totally in the zone for a confrontation, and she had her mind set on a serious conversation with the Red head. So how did all of a sudden, sitting there with Willow in her mom’s old room on her mom’s old bed did she become meek and timid— with the stuttering and the un-sureness of herself? She couldn’t seem to focus, and say what was on her mind. Then Amy (who was no longer a rat) came in asking about cookies, breaking the moment.

So maybe Willow did do too much magic, but she thought she was doing the right thing. Bringing Buffy back from a “hell” dimension, putting Amy back into her human form… Buffy decided to save that whole “confrontational” conversation thingy for another day, and promptly went downstairs.

“Hmm. Good cookies,” Amy said to her with a smile, flicking the channels on TV.

See Buffy? Total goodness here. It’s not like I can blame Willow if her spell went a little kablooey on me, and I’m not quite human… Or can I? She really didn’t mean any harm and... Buffy's train of a thought abruptly ended when she saw on the news about a man that had been frozen solid. Looks like there’s a new demon in town. With that in mind, she headed out.

Distractions— it was the one thing that was so great about the little town of Sunnydale. There was always something to distract you from your own problems. It was times like this where she got to be detective/slayer, and didn’t have time to think of how she may or may not be totally human. Thank goodness for frost monster demony thingies. Of course, when her mind was all focused on finding this new predator that likes diamonds, she came across Spike, who never lets her forget anything.

“Hey pet. Thought you’d be here.”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Spike,” she said as she continued to walk, picking up the pace a little.

“Time for what, exactly? Haven’t you heard? Potential new demon is out and about.” He fell into step beside her.

Damn him and his long legs…

“Yea? Well, it’s not your concern. This is my territory. Slayer, remember?”

“And since when is it solely your territory, Slayer? I hunt demons too.” She stopped walking and turned to face him.

“And why is that, Spikey? You’re a vampire, nothing more. You should play on your own team,” she countered in an accusatory tone, desperate for him to just leave her alone. She just didn’t feel like talking. Talking meant thinking, and thinking equaled BAD.

“Don’t get all snippy at me luv, just ‘cause you don’t know what team it is you play for anymore.” On her crestfallen look, he looked heavenward and heaved a sigh.

“Look, Buffy, you take a jab at me, I take one back. It’s involuntary, really. I didn’t mean it. Maybe- maybe the chip just malfunctions every once in awhile anyway, so I could be wrong.” He cupped her cheek, and she didn’t turn away. “I just don’t get why you love taking all your frustrations out on me so much. I didn’t do this. So why are you blaming me?” She gave him major pouty lip, and he remembered feeling drawn to her after the effects of that silly engagement spell, secretly enjoying the “Buffy taste” in his mouth..

“Because you make me feel less—abnormal, Spike. We don’t belong together. And I may not be fully human at the moment, so having a vampire boyfriend is not looking like such a good idea.”

“Boyfriend?” he asked quietly, hopefully.

“You know what I meant,” she said agitatedly, pulling away from him and rubbing at her cloth covered neck. He did his infamous head tilt as he eyed her.

“And what’s that about, then?”

“What?”

“You and all the turtle necks, Summers. You seem to have quite a taste for them. Or is that your way of hiding some more?” He could see her jaws clicking from grinding her teeth.

“You know why. You didn’t even ask me, and—"

“Oh, come now. It’s no big deal. S’not the first, second, or even third time that’s happened. And I didn’t use my fangs on either occasion.”

“Yeah, but you could have. And FYI, when I was brought back, all of those scars were gone. I don’t want any new ones from anybody.”

“Pfft.”

“’Pfft?’ Pfft what?” He stepped closer and into her personal space with that infuriating (okay, so it was totally sexy) smirk of his.

“'Pfft’ as in you knew you liked it— a lot. I could smell how much you liked it. And I could hear all those lil’ panting noises you were making. You wanted more.” Pissed as all hell that he was right, she went back to her former ways of dealing with him and popped him in the nose, sans slayer strength, before stomping away. She could hear Spike chuckling behind her.

“No worries, Slayer. I know what you crave. Sooner or later, you’ll have it your way.” And I’ll have mine too he thought.

“God, Spike! You so watch too much TV!” she yelled without turning around. He merely smirked in reply.

******


Spike, hoping for Buffy’s sake that he was wrong about her “not totally human” situation, and that his chip really was on the fritz, he went to the home of the nerdiest, electronic guy that he knew- Warren Meers. Hell, if the guy can build soddin’ robots at the drop of a hat, then…

Spike decided that intimidation was the best course of action. Therefore, he burst in through the door, all scary like, frightening the little nerd and his two nerdier friends. After awhile, he began to feel pathetic himself, resorting to threatening the little buggers by breaking one of their dolls. Bloody awful, it is.

After an hour of running tests and being bored to tears by Jonathan and what’s his name, Warren finally came after Spike yelled for him to come back. As it turned out, Spike was correct— his chip was in tip top shape.

“Great. Not only is something wrong with my girl, I’m still on a bloody leash,” he groused to himself as he lit up a fag, heading to the nearest pay phone.

He wasn’t quite ready to face her just yet. He decided to buy some time by calling and asking her to meet him at his place. That way, he wouldn’t freak her out with an unplanned visit and be able to talk to her on his own turf. In order for the conversation to run smoothly, he definitely had to be comfortable. Of course in the end, all of his careful planning didn’t make a lick of a difference. She was freaked out all the same by his merely calling her. What? Like he never used a bloody phone before? Did she expect him not to know how to use such technology? Evidently so. Must be mistaking me for Captain Forehead. Being her normal Buffy self, she avoided him by hanging up on him. So Spike, assuming she would come anyway, waited, and waited, and waited some more at his crypt. He finally ran out of patience, for she never showed.

“Bloody, stubborn bint…” he muttered to himself as he headed towards the Magic Box. Lurking about in the shadows, he cautiously looked through the window and saw her at the research table with Anya and Xander. Not wanting to deal with the other two, he waited near the back door of the shop, waiting for Buffy to come out. For about fifteen minutes, he paced and muttered to himself about what he would like to say to the Slayer, which almost caused him to miss her exit. Overhearing her say goodnight to the others, he casually approached her once she was alone.

“You never showed.” Spike tried his damnest to not use an accusatory tone, but failed horribly. Buffy, heaving a deep sigh, placed her hands on her hips while all the while not trying to restrain her look of annoyance towards him in the slightest.

“I never said I was coming, Spike. In fact, didn’t I hang up you?”

“Look, I just wanted to tell you that –” He paused, clenching his jaw.

“What?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“There’s no easy way to say this, luv. I found out for certain that my chip is in perfect working order. Except when it comes to you.”

“So, I did come back wrong,” she said in a low voice, looking away from him.

“Not wrong. Just… a bit different is all. No worries.”

“Oh right. I’m not even human, Spike.” She felt her eyes tearing up, and felt embarrassed for her lack of resilience. She hated feeling weak. “I’m a demon,” she said helplessly.

“Hey, it’s not the end of the world. I’m a demon, and I’m just fine.”

“Yea. You’re just ‘fine.’ You’re the finest person I know.” Her tone was flippant as she surreptitiously wiped at her eyes. Spike noticed anyway.

“Really? Thanks luv.” He gave her a playful smirk. Buffy sniffed in response, once again not looking at him.

“Come on, Buffy. It’s really not all that bad. I mean- "

“Not all that bad? Not all that bad! Yes, it is Spike. I’ve become the thing that I’m supposed to kill. I’m a friggin’ demon. I’m a dirty, disgusting, evil demon.” She glared at him in frustration and anger. Spike gave her a wounded look.

“Thought you knew by now—we all aren’t like that. It’s what you choose to be that counts. You are by no means evil. Hell, you’ve been your usual, pleasant self ever since the bleedin’ Scoobies brought you back.”

“Oh really? According to whom?” she challenged. He saw her drop her right shoulder, and knew that she was going to strike. But he didn’t know how hard it was going to be, thus leaving him unprepared as he flew backwards a couple of yards and onto the ground.

“Bloody hell! I knew you were frustrated, but this?” he asked as he got up to his feet. She advanced upon him.

“Come on, Spike. Let’s test out my new demon strength.” She threw a left straight at his nose. He caught it before it made contact, forcing her arm to her side. He grabbed her right hand just as it was about to connect with the side of his face. Their gazes were locked. Spike took in her flushed cheeks, erratic breathing, and the angry glint in her eyes. He awaited her next assault, but didn’t expect it to be that. She was ferocious, intense, and completely carnal when she captured his lips with her own. Spike, knowing that the Slayer wasn’t exactly in her right mind at the moment, gently pushed her away at arms length. He kept a strong hold on her shoulders.

“Buffy, you’re very vulnerable right now. I don’t wanna take advantage of—” Buffy gave him an inscrutable look that made him pause. She looked at him for several seconds before a determined expression swept over her face. She quickly knocked his hands off of her before jumping onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck before kissing him fiercely again. Spike, finally letting go and giving into his carnal instincts, hoisted her up, encouraging her to wrap her powerful legs around him. Not wanting to be passionate with Buffy out in the open, but also not being able to make it to his crypt, he walked them into an abandoned building a few feet away. Hell, at least it’s indoors.

Once they were inside, Buffy thrust her pelvis harshly against his, causing Spike fall backwards against a pillar. Leaning against it, he was more able to grind himself onto her sensitive center. Buffy stopped kissing him to gasp in pleasure. The smell of her arousal was incredibly pungent to Spike, causing him to stiffen and thicken further. He was driving her crazy, and vice versa, but she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her left hand pressed his head up against her chest while the left reached down between them, unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his pants. Spike let out a low moan as her incredibly warm hand encircled him. Before he even knew what was going on, Buffy pulled him to her opening, her scrap of underwear pushed aside. Placing him at her entrance, she plunged herself down onto him, her eyes widening from the pain and pleasure of him being forced inside of her. She couldn’t take her eyes off of Spike, his face filled with shock and marvel. She slowly began to move up and down on him, still staring into his fiery, blue gaze—she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. No man had ever looked at her with such amazement and wonder. In that moment, he made her feel; he made her feel beautiful, flawless, vibrant and alive.

Spike, not being able to take her excruciatingly slow pace, turned them around, pushing her up against the pillar. She made him lose all control, causing him to pump wildly inside of her. He wasn’t ashamed by the fact that she could bring him so close in such a short time, but then, she wasn’t that far either. What seemed all too soon, and at the same time not soon enough, she broke inside, bucking wildly against him. The power behind her thrust was so powerful that it caused him to fall backwards, crashing through the floor boards.

When they hit the ground, she began moving again on top of him. Spike all the while, still had that look of utter wonderment graced upon his face. Buffy leaned down, hovering over him, letting him feel her warm breath on his face from her panting. She clutched at his chest as she leaned closer, their eyes captured by one another. In that moment, they had discovered complete unity.





A/N: Okay, so there are like tons of versions of what happened during smashed that more often than not get into the whole kinky sex aspect of it. Since “Smashed” has been rewritten so many a time, some in great detail of said kinkiness (which, I have no objections to kinkiness), I just thought I’d write about that beautiful moment that first time around. We all know that Spike and Buffy got down and dirty, and I’ll probably exploit that later in future episode rewrites.

I omitted the part where Spike attempts to attack that lady to prove a point and Buffy doesn’t hit him so hard that his entire body spins around and he falls to his knees, I had to do something, right? And besides, Spike is known for his snarky comments. Doesn’t mean he loves Buffy any less. Don’t worry, it’ll get better, I swear. ;)