Spike, not wanting to ruin the evening with serious conversation and various reasons why they weren’t official, started some idle chit chat with Buffy. He made her laugh with jokes that had no sexual connotation whatsoever, which was not exactly an easy feat considering with whom he was dining with, and what she was wearing. But Buffy too was on her best behavior. She made a conscious effort to not bring up any sensitive subjects.

At nine, a piano man was on duty, and began to play a lovely, soft tune. Spike extended his hand to Buffy as he gracefully rose out of his chair.

“Care for a dance, love?”

“But Spike, no one else is dancing…”

“So? We can make our own fun. Besides, luv, not many people are here anyway. We’re the only ones outside now.” The few other tables there had left as the pair was eating.

“Okay. Long as it’s just a plain old slow dance. No fancy waltzes or anything.” She got up, giving him her hand. He gave her a smile and a slight nod of his head as he gently placed his hands on her hips. She put hers on his shoulders, before making her hands touch on his back, hugging him, and bringing them closer until there was no space in between. He squeezed her a bit tighter when he heard her give a contented, little sigh, her warm breath tickling his neck. Buffy felt comfortable; she felt safe; she felt loved in his arms…

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On the ride back to her home, there was a comfortable silence. Buffy just held onto Spike, periodically snuggling closer to him, and nuzzling his back with her face. She was tempted to let one hand “wander” down and give him a massage, but she didn’t want to ruin the evening by making it about sex.

Tonight’s been next to perfect- cept for that whole going home thing.
But when he walked her to the front door, gave her a caress of a kiss on the lips and began to turn away, she decided that the evening was officially over. With a firm gentleness, she grabbed his arm.

“Don’t go.” Spike simply stood there, looking at her, lips slightly parted and a knit in his brow. Buffy, growing self conscious, began to babble.

“I mean, you don’t have to stay, but it’d be nice if you did. Cause I want you to. And if you’re worried bout Dawn and Willow, well, we can be quiet, or attempt to be quiet.” He gave an arch of his scarred brow at that.

“No love, I wasn’t not going to come. I was just… well, in shock that you actually wanted me to come up.” He couldn’t believe that she wanted him in her room, her domain and sanctuary. Maybe it didn’t seem like much to her, but it was damn shocking to him. Pleasing, too.

“Oh…” she replied, feeling guilty that the thought would never have occurred to him, implying her to be cold and distant. And maybe I have been she thought miserably.

“To your room.” He wanted confirmation, apparently.

“Well, I do… Staying?”

“You want me to stay till tomorrow?” he asked, still a bit unsure, scratching the back of his head.

“Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t have school or work, and neither do you.”

“Point taken. Lead the way.” Buffy gave a sigh of relief and took his hand, leading him into the darkened house and quietly up the stairs. The pair was deathly silent until Buffy closed her bedroom door. Before Buffy could turn around after locking the door, Spike was right behind her, one arm going across her stomach and pulling her flush against him. She gave another content sigh as she reached up behind her and put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss, demanding, and yet somehow gentle at the same time. He moaned when her tongue came out to greet his, all the while grinding against him provocatively.

“Buffy…” he half mumbled and half groaned as he moved his lips down the column of her neck, kissing and nipping on the side. She didn’t protest this time. In fact, she began to moan wordlessly in encouragement. Spike took his free hand and lightly touched her inner thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze. His cool hand worked its way slowly up the soft flesh before coming to a halt at its apex. Spike fingered the lacey edge of her panties in faux idleness, teasing her mercilessly.

“Uh… Spike.”

“What, luv?”

“Touch me, please,” she whispered, not all that comfortable with talking during moments such as this. Spike hoped to bring her out of her shell, eventually.

“Where, Buffy?” His voice was husky in her ear. Licking the length of her neck, he made her shudder.

“You know where.”

She moved his hand with lack of subtlety a few inches to the right where she needed it most. He could feel her dampness through the lacey material, and caressed her gently with the tips of his long fingers. Buffy moaned in aching protest. Spike was moving way too slow for her liking. Feeling beyond frustrated, she spun around, grabbed a handful of his shirt in both hands, and hurled him onto the bed. She didn’t even care about the loud, squeaking bounce noise the bed made when he landed.

“Quietly” be damned she thought.

Spike lay there, motionless, staring at her as she kicked off her heels while simultaneously unzipping her dress. She stood there in her strapless bra and panties as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt.

Giving a huff with a roll of her eyes, she walked over to him, bending down and yanking off his boots.

“Hey- don’t you want to finesse me?” he asked as he finished the last button.

“You were moving way too slow for me, old man.” She gave a grin as she stood up, placing her hands on his shoulders as she began to straddle his lap.

“Yea, well, who has a yen for old geezers such as myself, eh?” Buffy just kissed him in response. Spike pulled away from her after a moment, unfastening her bra as he did so. “You know, we don’t have to rush. We can take our time.”

I want to make love to you he thought, dropping the bra on the carpeted floor.

Buffy went incredibly still when he said that. For some reason, she felt terribly self conscious. It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it.

“I um… I was going too fast?”

“Well it’s just… All about savoring the moment, pet. Or at least, tonight should be.” He caressed the side of her face the backs of his cool fingers, and she began to feel better. She nodded into his open palm, staring into his eyes. The only light in the room was from the street lamps outside filtering in through her window. It cast a partial shadow on the right side of his face, but she could still see his features perfectly. She traced one sharp cheekbone with the tip of her finger.

Spike placed his hands on her hips, and brought her downward as he leaned back on the bed. Buffy sat up a bit and helped him pull his shirt off, and tossed it behind her to join the other clothes. She swallowed deeply as she lay down beside him, one arm and one leg draped over him. Her leg rested lightly against his erection, her hand tracing circular patterns on his right nipple, giving the occasional squeeze. His right hand reached out to massage her lower back, making her moan.

“Buffy?” Instead of answering, she placed her head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his unnecessary breathing, and finding it odd that there was no heartbeat in the mix. She knew of course there wouldn’t be one, but it was the breathing that threw her. But she found that she liked it, having her head gently rise and fall by the movement of his chest. It brought an aspect of normality. She leaned over and slowly licked the nipple she had been playing with, making him shudder and exhale a little sigh. She slowly moved downward, her head now resting on his stomach. She reached out to tentatively unbutton his jeans, and then pulled down the zipper.

Once he was freed, she pushed up on her forearms, hovering above him. She gave a tentative lick on the head, experimenting. It was only her second time doing this, and she wasn’t sure about everything that he liked. But guessing from his moan in pleasure, she figured that she couldn’t possibly do much wrong. She cupped his balls and gave them a slight squeeze as she sucked the tip as hard as she could, her tongue licking up his slit simultaneously, causing him to buck up into her mouth. She grabbed the base of him with her other hand, and slowly went up and down as far as she could, hollowing out her cheeks every time she went back up.

Spike tried to keep his moaning in check, but she made it so damn hard… He wished he could see what she was doing to him, but then, the view of her lace covered ass slightly swaying back and forth in front of his face wasn’t so bad either. He sat up a bit and got a good hold on her hips. He lifted her up, moving her right over him so that her legs were along his torso and her feet on his shoulders. He pulled her backwards a bit, stretching out her torso so that he could reach her good and proper. He squeezed her hips and moaned at the same time as she gave a little twist.

“Saucy minx. Won’t be so easily distracted,” he gritted out as he pulled Buffy’s damp panties down. He inserted a finger inside of her wet opening, causing her to moan around him, giving a delicious vibration. He slowly pumped his finger inside of her before adding another, bringing forth another moan from her, making him moan as well.

He licked his free index finger, and then pressed it gently on her vacant hole. He switched hands, and began to use the finger coated in her juices before pressing the finger slowly inside of her. She cried out around his dick from the double sensations, making him pump both fingers faster.

“Oh fuck, luv,” he murmured. He was getting incredibly close, but he wanted to finish her off first. He removed both fingers from her, and slapped her on both cheeks simultaneously. It shocked her, making her take her mouth off of him and cry out unabashedly. Spike pulled her back even further and delved into her with his tongue mercilessly. Or mercifully. Buffy didn’t contain a whimper or a gasp. Spike just made her let go with complete abandon, and totally making her forget that Willow was on the other side of the wall, right next to Dawn. Nothing else mattered. Buffy cried as he rubbed and slightly pinched her slick clit, causing her to shudder above him before collapsing completely on top of him.

Spike gave her a moment to collect herself before he sat up, maneuvering her onto his lap with her back to him. She could feel his hardness pressing underneath her. She wanted him inside of her.

“You alright luv?”

“Yes. Yes…” she panted. She pulled her panties the rest of the way down and toed them off onto the floor. She slowly turned around in his arms before straddling him again. She gazed at him as she ran her fingers through his curls, and then kissed him with as much passion as she could muster. Together, they fell back on the bed, twisting so that they lay side by side.

Spike wanted to be inside of her so badly, but for the first time in awhile, he exercised patience. They simply caressed and explored each other, kissing intermittently. For the second or third time that night, Buffy lost utter control of her will power first. She reached down and pulled him to her entrance, all the while looking at him. Spike leaned over and kissed her deeply, rolling on top of her. Buffy raised her knees, bracing her feet on the bed as he positioned himself. Her back involuntarily arched as he slowly sunk inside of her.

“Oh, Buffy…. Love you. Love you so much,” he murmured into her ear once he was fully sheathed in her. Something akin to a strangled cry emitted from her throat as she thrust upward. Try as he might, Spike just couldn’t continue the slow pace. Buffy just made him utterly lose himself.

“Spike!” she gasped out, throwing her head back, exposing her neck. Spike wasn’t sure if it was an accident or on purpose. But when she looked back at him, and her eyes widened, he knew that he had accidentally slipped into game face. He slowed down to a complete stop at the questioning look upon her face before turning his head away as he shifted back.

“No. It’s okay. Change back.” He took a tentative look at her with a tilt of his head. Even though he was hesitant, he shifted back. Buffy pulled him down into a gentle kiss as she thrust against him. She accepted him. She accepted the full presence of his demon during a truly intimate moment between them. In moments, a complete calm came over Spike, and he came long and hard.