A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed :) And please let me know what you think about my... theory. You'll know what I'm talking about when you see it.




Buffy, keeping with tradition, unceremoniously kicked open the door to Spike’s crypt and marched inside.

“Spike? Spike! We need to—” Buffy immediately realized she was talking to herself. She couldn’t feel him; he wasn’t there.

“Damn it. Damn it!” she yelled to herself, frustrated as all hell. Well, she surely wasn’t chasing after him. Nope. She would chase no one. Instead, full of aggravation, she plopped down into his easy chair with a pout. Well, waiting and following are two different things entirely she thought to herself.

She could still feel the dull ache between her legs and on her ass two days later. At the time when she jumped him, she hadn’t considered her physical condition. Spike hadn’t been the only one in complete shock. As she plunged herself down upon him, she felt immense in pain, for apparently, she had been brought back scar less as well as with an intact hymen. Willow hadn’t brought her back just part demon, but she was all shiny and new as well. Funny. A vamp takes my virginity once again. The only difference between that time and the last was that Spike had taken her “back end” and oral virginity as well. Neither vamp nor man had ever been to either place. Even if she harbored no feelings for Spike before, which she in fact had, she still would have been attached to him for the physical reasons alone. Damn, he was amazing, she thought. She learned the true meaning of orgasm that night.

Fifteen minutes later after twiddling her thumbs, she gave an exasperated sigh as she quickly got up from the chair.

“I am so through embarrassing myself. If he wants to talk to me, then he can just-"

“Just what, luv?” Spike said around the cigarette dangling from his lips, carrying a brown bag in one arm. He took in Buffy’s deer caught in the headlights expression with an arch of his eyebrow. What’s she so bloody nervous about?

“Spike!” she said in an abnormally high voice full of surprise. With a clearing of her throat, she attempted to speak in her normal tone.

“Um, where’ve you been?”

“Buffy, luv, didn’t know you cared.” He gave her a smirk as he closed the crypt door.

“Well, I don’t,” she retorted defiantly, following him with her eyes.

“Really?” he asked, with his back to her while putting his blood and beers in the fridge. “Then why are you here?” he inquired casually, just as he closed the door, turning around to face her.

“I… I shouldn’t be with you.” He arched his eyebrow at that.

“Funny choice of words there, ducks. ‘Shouldn’t,’ but you are. And why is it, exactly, you feel you shouldn’t?” He advanced upon her. Buffy tried to swallow the lump in her throat.

“I shouldn’t because… I lack judgment around you.”

“You know, that isn’t always bad,” he said softly, caressing the side of her face with the back of his hand.

“Yes it is. Cause um, fun and failure begins the same way.” She said a bit nervously, her voice becoming breathy.

“Still, it’ll be interesting.” His voice was low, deep, and damn sexy. Just as he leaned in to kiss her, she pushed him back a little.

“Wait. We have to talk.” Then it was his turn to give an exasperated sigh.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” He headed back to the fridge to retrieve a beer.

“Can I get one of those too?” He turned and looked at her with a look that said “duh,” but in a really sweet, sincere sort of way.

“Of course,” he replied before grabbing two. He headed back to his “living” area and motioned for her to take a seat. She sat down with a weary sigh, rubbing her forehead.

“Well love, I’m all ears,” he said seriously as he handed her a beer. Neither bothered to actually take a drink. The beers ended up lonely and untouched on the small table next to him. Buffy stared at the beads of sweat on them intently.

“I don’t think... No, I can’t think- clearly around you.” Spike looked at her through squinted eyes.

“Buffy, I don’t know what-"

“Let me finish. With Riley—” She paused as Spike visibly flinched at the name. She started again. “With Riley, I didn’t make sense. But with you…” She trailed off as he looked at her with wonder, hoping she would finish the sentence with what he was thinking. “I make sense with you, and darkness. Even before I died for the second time around... Somehow, I manage to repel normalcy. I guess it’s all apart of the Slayer package, being one with the darkness. I know what to look for. It’s scary.”

“Maybe. But with me, you’ll never be alone. And Buffy, in case you haven’t noticed, we’re on the mouth of Hell. ‘Normal’ is in the eye of the beholder.” He grabbed both of her hands in his gently. “So, we may not exactly be conventional. But you have to agree that we’re very much compatible.” She gave him a small grin at that.

“Can’t argue with that.”

“I love you.”

“I know,” she replied softly before getting up and kissing him on the forehead. He stood up as she headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” he asked, truly perplexed.

“I can’t stay. Not tonight. I can’t leave Dawn alone with Willow all night.”

“But… what does this all mean, Buffy?” She knew he really meant where was their relationship exactly at that point was.

“I dunno, Spike. I’ll talk to you later. Promise.” She glanced back at him before leaving, closing the door gently behind her.

“Well, wasn’t that just neat,” Spike said before downing his beer in one long, huge gulp. Then he finished off Buffy’s at his leisure. He didn’t think it was fair that they were playing solely on Buffy’s timetable. So he decided that first thing in the morning, he would pay her a visit.

******

Spike, not wanting to wait until dusk and wanting to catch Buffy completely off guard, he took to the tunnels at 8 and was at Buffy’s before eight thirty. Hoping that the kitchen door was unlocked (and it was, as per usual), he ran up to it with his smoking blanket, rushed inside, threw off the blanket, smoothed his hair, and acted as if everything was hunky dory.

“So. What’s for breakfast?” Spike asked to a startled Buffy and a dumbfounded Willow.

“Spike. What are you doing here? Um, so early I mean?” Buffy gave a nervous chuckle. Spike arched his eyebrow at her, semi leering at her.

“Just out for an early stroll, luv. Thought I’d stop by. And, I’m missing my lighter. Thought I might’ve left it here.”

“You know, I’m kinda tired. Buffy, can you finish this? Thanks.” Willow, looking tired as ever, didn’t bother to wait for a reply before leaving the room. Buffy looked worried as Willow left her alone with Spike. This amused him.

“Is uh, everything alright pet? You look a bit scared.”

“I’m just fine Spike. And how about you? You look a bit singed,” she said flippantly, hand on hip. Spike gave a small chuckle as he advanced upon her with the grace of a jungle cat. Buffy managed to not look nervous, but her rapid heartbeat was a dead give away.

“Yea. I get all burned and hot around you, baby. I imagine you simply drip puddles around me, huh?” Buffy swallowed as he grabbed her hips, bringing her pelvis flush against his. Buffy emitted shallow pants as she felt his hardness against her. God, why am I so easy around him? she vaguely thought. He then swerved his hips, and she remembered.

“Spike, I—”

“You know, you look absolutely gorgeous when you’re aroused Buffy.” he whispered in her ear as he ground into her.

“We, we shouldn’t. Not here, Spi—”

“Then where, Buff? Where would you like to—”

“Spike, still trying to mac on Buffy? When are you going to wake up and smell the coffee?” At the sound of Xander’s sarcastic, disapproving tone of voice, Buffy (feebly) pushed Spike away. Spike merely smirked at Harris’ obliviousness to what was going on and the irony of his statement as Buffy attempted to compose herself.

"Oh yea, Harris. I smell it alright."

“Well, you know Spike. So Xander, why are you here so early exactly?” Buffy asked, stepping away from Spike and walking towards Xander.

“Here to pick up Dawnie. For school, remember?”

“Um, yea! Completely remember. Spike, you can let yourself out, right?” Buffy said lightly as she escorted Xander out, all the while knowing he wasn’t actually going to leave; all the while knowing that she really didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t know what was going to happen or what she wanted to happen for that matter. Unfortunately, she never got to figure that out. Just as Xander and Dawn departed, the social worker (who Buffy completely forgot about) arrived. And there goes my quality time with Spike she thought as the woman barged into her home. Buffy hated the way Ms. Kroger pronounced her name. Miss Summers. She thought the woman was trying awful hard to make her seem like a child. Condescending bitch. And just as she turned around, there sat Spike, waiting patiently, for once. Buffy attempted to not notice the gi-normous bulge his hand was not so casually resting upon.

“So we gonna sort this thing out or what?” He looked at her with a hint of impatience, completely ignoring the other woman.

“Um, Spike, you remember this nice lady from social services, right?”

“Oh, right,” Spike said, immediately getting into his “responsible” role. “Buffy’s a great mom. She takes good care of her lil’ sis. Like when Dawn wasn’t doing so well in school, she got her a tutor.” Well, more like Willow, but she was wicked smart and helping Dawn out at the time.

“Oh. That sounds lovely.” The woman from social services sounding genuinely pleased. “And does your boyfriend live here Miss Summers?” she asked as she turned to Buffy. Buffy’s eyes grew wide.

“Live here? Uh, no! Just me and Dawnie live here.” Spike smirked as she didn’t deny the fact that he was her boyfriend.

“And you, Mr. uh…” Spike stood up and quickly grasped her hand, kissing it lightly.

“Please, call me William.” The woman visibly blushed. Buffy felt her temper flare.

“William. This is Mrs. Kroger. Or is it Ms.?” she asked attempting to sound sincere. Ms. Kroger didn’t take a second glance at her.

“Please, William. Call me Doris. So, what do you do?” Spike looked almost bashful. Buffy crossed her arms tightly. Calm down. It’s just an act. Spike is just doing a helluva an acting job. All for Doris… Buffy thought derisively.

“Well, Doris. I happen to run my own shop. Ever heard of the Magic Box? It’s quite lovely.”

“My, my, William. Well, do you—”

“Okay. SO, are we all done here? It’s going to be a busy day for William and me. Work, work, work. Busy as bees,” Buffy cut in.

“Now, Buffy, luv. It’s not nice to interrupt people while they’re having meaningful conversations,” he said, giving her a mock disapproving look. “But Doris, I’m afraid she’s quite right. The early bird catches the worm and all that.” He gave Ms. Kroger a heartwarming smile.

“Well, I suppose we’re done here. But Miss Summers, do be sure to stay on Dawn about those grades. And you are looking for employment, correct?”

“Tried to get her to work for me, but she’s just too proud. Actually, she was planning on job hunting today, weren’t you luv?” Buffy just nodded.

“Well, okay. And there will be another checkup in about a month. Someone will call you from the office. Good day, Miss Summers. William,” she said sweetly as he opened the door for her. He grasped her hand again, and gave it another light kiss.

“Pleasure to meet you… Doris,” Spike replied slowly, almost forgetting her name.

“And you… Goodbye.” Doris gave him the biggest smile she had ever given in a long while.

“‘Pleasure to meet you, Doris.’ Boy, you certainly made her decade,” Buffy mocked after he closed the door.

“Jealous, luv?” Spike said with that self satisfied grin of his as he approached her. “Need uh, some special attention, do you?” He placed his hands on her hips again before letting them slide around back to her ass. After squeezing her ass tightly, a shocked gasp escaped her lips when he surprised her by smacking her left cheek. She involuntarily clutched herself to him. The look in her eyes screamed desire and “take me now.” So Spike kissed her hungrily, pulling her flush against him. Buffy kissed him back with equal fervor. He broke the kiss and greedily began kissing at her neck and on her pulse point. Buffy didn’t seem to mind at all this time, for all she did was make loud gasping noises as she held his head to her.

“Uh! Spike!” she gasped out before pushing him forcibly to the floor. He was momentarily shocked, unsure of her intentions. Maybe I pushed her too far he thought, swallowing deeply as we waited for all hell to break loose. His eyes grew large when Buffy practically leapt upon him, and immediately began kissing and biting at his neck as her hands worked on unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. Spike groaned as he reached for her zipper as well. Frustrated at how awkward it was to get to her because of the jeans, he quickly flipped them over with a low growl. He eagerly divested her of her jeans and panties. After freeing himself completely, he hovered over her as she looked at him. Feeling quite impatient, she grasped him in her hand and pulled him towards her center. He hissed at the contact, but placed his hand over hers and teased her entrance before plunging into her. She cried out.

Buffy grabbed his shoulders as he slowly rocked inside of her. Bracing himself on one hand, he used his free one to trace her agape mouth. She sucked his finger inside with a “mmm.” His slow, steady thrusts escalated into fast, deep, pumps. Buffy moved her hands from his shoulders down to his ass, pulling him to her as she thrust her pelvis upward. She became so excited, she became unaware of her gasps and pants turning into very loud screams. She clawed at his jean clad ass and leather clad back, feeling ever so close and yet so far away. Spike, knowing what she desperately wanted, massaged her clit with the finger wetted by her own mouth and started kissing her neck again. He knew it was one of her favorite spots. She wrapped her bare legs around him as she spiraled out of control, all the while screaming incoherent words. Spike, with one final, deep thrust, came with a roar. He collapsed on top of her as she held him to her. Her legs lay limp, and felt as if they lost all of their feeling. Her toes too. She wiggled them experimentally.

“Well, that’s a helluva way to start the day, huh—”

“Oh god! Spike! What have you done? Did you put some sort of spell on her! Buffy, are you alright?” Willow said from the hallway, unsure of whether to get closer or not, but feeling something grow within her as she continued to stare at the disturbing scene before her.

“Oh shit,” Buffy muttered as she covered her eyes. “Yea, Spike. Helluva way to start the day.”