One


Author's Note: This is only a short fic (3 chapters) so far, but it may grow to more... It's also my first attempt at NC-17, so it's a bit (although not much) racier than my usual.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She started awake and moaned slightly as a piece of brick dug into her back. Wait, brick?! She sat up quickly, holding her jacket to her as her eyes swept over the wreckage all around her. Around them. Her eyes fell to the vampire beside her as he began to stir and she looked away shyly as he propped himself up on his elbows, taking in the scene around them.

“When… when did the building fall down?” she murmured, turning towards him and glancing at him from under her eyelashes.

“Not sure,” Spike answered, taking a look around the wreckage, “Some time between the first time and the… well, the rest.”

He gave her a soft smile and she felt her heartbeat skyrocket.

“Oh,” she whispered, avoiding his gaze as she lay back on the floor again, her jacket held tightly against her. She couldn’t help but let out a moan as her sore back hit the cold, uneven floor and she felt his eyes on her.

“Sore?” he asked, one hand reaching out to touch her shoulder.

She turned her face to him and nodded with a wry smile.

“Bricks do not make good beds.”


He smiled that soft smile again and turned
away from her, seemingly searching for something among the wreckage of the building. When he spotted it, he pushed himself to his feet, unashamedly naked as he turned over a large chunk of building. Some sort of modesty tried to make her avert her eyes but it was useless and she found herself watching him, taking in the lines of his body as he retrieved his long coat from the ruins of building and returned to her side, lowering himself to the ground beside her.

“Up,” he coaxed with a slight nod and she sat up with a frown, holding her jacket to her as she tried to figure out what he was doing.

When he lay the coat down underneath her, her eyes widened in surprise and when his eyes met hers, he gave her a sheepish look.

“Not quite satin sheets, but still plenty more comfy than the floor.”

She lay back once more and gave a sigh as her back hit the cool leather. It was warm, somehow, and she found herself discreetly breathing in the scent of Spike that pervaded the material.

“Next time,” she murmured, shifting to get comfortable, “I suggest a bed.”



The vampire was unusually silent and she turned to him with a frown, surprised to find him staring at her with wide eyes.

“What?” she whispered self-consciously, holding her jacket to her tighter.

“Next time?” he got out quietly and she averted her eyes embarrassedly, lying back again and staring at the hole where the ceiling had once been.

“Never figured you for a one night kinda guy,” she quipped lightly.

“I’m not,” he answered softly and she could feel his eyes boring into her, “Just never figured you…”

He trailed off and she threw a glance at him, almost amused by his speechlessness. Feeling slightly awkward, she curled up under her jacket.

“Is it cold down here, or is it just me?”

“Wouldn’t know, love,” he murmured, “Vampire.”

She nodded and out of the corner of her eye, she saw him shift again, rolling away from her and tugging something out of the wreckage. He turned to face her again and she quickly averted her gaze, only to have it drawn to him when he held out a bundle of blue material. His shirt, she realised. She took it hesitantly and he smiled.

“Anything else?” he asked with a smile, “I’m running out of clothes though.”

She smiled and quickly tugged on the shirt and buttoned it up, wishing it fell even lower than the tops of her thighs. Of course, she did have clothes around here somewhere, but if she got dressed… well, it seemed sort of final. The night would be over and even though sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the beams, she didn’t want it to be.



They lay there in uneasy silence for long time, until suddenly she let out a gasp and bolted upright.

“Buffy?”

“Oh God. Dawn. I left her all alone.”

“She’ll be fine,” he soothed, sitting up beside her, one hand hovering hesitantly over her shoulder, “She’s a smart girl. She can look after herself.”

“I shouldn’t have left her,” she repeated softly, “I’m such a bad mom.”

“Now, that’s not true,” he murmured, his hand finally coming to rest on her shoulder and turning her towards him, “You slipped up. I’m sure the Bit was okay, though. And Red was probably home soon enough.”

She nodded slowly, giving him a slight smile as her eyes rose to his. This morning could not have been any different from the night, she thought wryly. Last night - or at least the beginning of it - had been about hurting each other with words and fists and now…

She met the vampire’s gaze and he tilted his head, questioning her silently as he took her in. She saw him go to speak but before he could, she pressed a finger to his lips. She then leant forward and replaced her finger with her lips, kissing him softly. He was still for a few short seconds and then he was kissing her back, his lips sliding smoothly over hers, his hand skimming over her shoulder. These kisses were nothing like last night’s either: they were soft, tender, unhurried and devoid of the violence of the night before. She twined her arms around his neck, coaxing his tongue with hers as she lay back on his coat, drawing his cool body against hers.



There was something hesitant in the way he touched her this morning, which almost made her want to laugh after they had been so rough with each other through the night. After they had got over the shock of the feel of one another, of the intimacy of it, the night had been passionate, violent; it had been about marking one another. Her eyes swept over the various marks, bruises, she had left on him in the night and now she trailed her fingers over them softly, soothing them with her gentle touch.

His eyes were on her, watching avidly, almost warily- as if waiting for her to change her mind and throw him away. When her hand wrapped around him and guided him into her though, his whole expression changed to one of awe: that same look that had flooded his eyes last night when she had lowered herself onto him. He let out a soundless moan and caught her mouth in a hungry kiss, still gentle though, his hands smoothing over her skin tenderly. He cradled her in his arms, one hand slipping under his shirt to sweep his fingers over her chest, and she moved against him, arching her neck as he pressed kisses over her skin, his tongue sweeping over her pulse point and sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

He thrust against her sharply and her sore body protested at the movement, a helpless cry falling from her lips- and the next minute, he was soothing her, hands and mouth worshipping her as he moved more gently.



The light of day had definitely changed them, she thought: he was quieter than he had been during the night. He had barely stopped talking once he had gotten over the shock, telling her over and over again how beautiful she was; declaring his love time and time again; whispering in her ear how good she felt, how much he had always wanted her.

Now, he was silent, his heavy breathing and the odd moan the only sound coming from him. Locking her arms around him, she brought her mouth to his ear, pressing her lips against the cool skin just beneath it.

“Tell me you love me,” she whispered.

“God, Buffy,” he groaned, one hand sliding into her hair and holding her against him as he buried his face against her neck, “Love you. Love you so bloody much. Can’t stop loving you.”

That seemed to have opened him up again and he began a whispered mantra, repeating his love for her with every thrust, obviously trying to remain gentle even as he strove to satisfy both of their desires. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and neck and she clung to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. He groaned, his breath warm against her ear, and moved against her.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire and she forced her heavy-lidded gaze to his. He twisted his hips and moved against her and she cried out, surprised by the climax she hadn’t known was so close.

“I love you,” he moaned, his head falling to her neck as he thrust against her and followed her into bliss.



They parted somewhat awkwardly and lay side by side, she adjusting his shirt to cover as much of her as possible. He chuckled and she turned to him in surprise, frowning slightly.

“Getting bashful, love?” he purred, resting on one hand as he watched her with an amused smile, dark eyes fixed on her bared legs, “No need to be ashamed of what you’ve got.”

As he spoke, he ran a lazy hand down his front, drawing her eyes with it. When his hand came to rest low on his hip, she quickly raised her eyes, a blush flooding her cheeks.

“Shut up, Spike,” she got out, with none of her usual venom. He just smiled and lay back, resting his head on his arms. All tousled and satisfied was a good look on him, she decided. He darted a heated look her way, tongue behind his teeth, and she averted her eyes quickly, giving him a glare before she did.

The last round seemed to have changed the mood once again and he seemed playful and relaxed now, and she couldn’t help but smile. She rolled onto her side, curling up and resting her head on her arm, her eyes on the vampire beside her. He opened one eye to look at her and leered.

“Can’t get enough, eh, Slayer?”

Oh yes, he was definitely back to his usual self now.

“Ego much?”

He grinned and closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh. He looked so relaxed at that moment and she found herself envying him his calm.

“How do you do it?” she asked and he turned his head towards her, lifting one eyebrow in question.

“Do what?”

“Keep going… year after year... Living. Don’t you ever get tired?”

He rolled fully onto his side, studying her face with an intent gaze.

“Losing you to the bad thoughts already, am I?” he murmured, his bright eyes meeting hers.



She sighed and rolled onto her back, looking up at the broken timbers of the house.

“I don’t think I can carry on much longer.”

“’Course you can, Slayer. You’re strong. Seen you get through a lot.”

“It’s different now. Feels different anyway.”

She fell silent and closed her eyes with a sigh.

“Guess it would, if I’m not human anymore.”

She felt the air grow thick with tension, awkwardness, and she squeezed her eyes shut as if she could ignore it.

“Buffy,” Spike called, one hand grazing her arm, “Look at me.”

He caught her chin and she forced her eyes open, meeting his gaze hesitantly. He looked pained, his expression flooded with guilt.

“What I said last night… I was wrong, okay? Just wanted to get a rise out of you. Didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”

“Then what’s wrong with me, Spike?” she whispered helplessly, “Why can you hurt me?”

She had barely got the second question out when he caught her by the arm, his eyes bright with emotion as he looked down at her.

“Nothing wrong with you, Buffy. Nothing,” he insisted.

She wanted to believe him, she really did- but how could she, under the circumstances. She sighed, her gaze going to the ceiling once more.

“I should get back and check on Dawn.”



He said nothing to stop her and she got to her feet shakily, moving around the wreckage and finding her scattered clothing. She pulled on her skirt and vest and struggled with her boots. She had removed his shirt and hung it over a broken beam. And while she was dressing, Spike remained unnervingly silent, not moving from his position on the floor.

It was only as she picked up her jacket and pulled it on that he moved, getting to his feet and tugging his jeans on. She stood there silently, watching him from under her eyelashes, something in her keeping her from leaving. When he had fastened his jeans, he fixed his gaze on her.

“Last night changed things.”

“I know,” she whispered, swallowing hard. He seemed momentarily stunned by her answer but then spoke again.

“Will I see you again?” he asked.

She took a step forward, only inches away from him now.

“Yes,” she whispered, leaning up and kissing him. He caught her around the neck, pulling her close and kissing her back sensuously, his other hand running down her arm as she clutched his waistband. His touch was setting her on fire and she knew she had to stop if she was to leave. She pulled away reluctantly but the hand at the back of her neck prevented her from going far.

“Stay with me,” he murmured, fingers tracing over her neck and collarbone, “Sun’s up. I’m stuck.”

She threw a look at the ceiling, torn between knowing she needed to get back to her sister and wanting to stay.

“Isn’t there another way out? Through the sewers? Is there a basement to this place?”

“Love, we’re in the basement.”

“Oh.”

He was watching her carefully, waiting for her response.

“I have to go,” she murmured and she saw him quickly hide the disappointment that flashed across his face, “But I… I’ll check on Dawn and then I’ll come back. I’ll bring some things.”

He looked at her in silence for a long moment before nodding and pressing a kiss to her lips and stepping back. She let out a shaky breath and glared at him as he smirked, knowing just how her body had reacted to his closeness.

“I’ll be back,” she called uncertainly, turning and beginning to climb out of the wrecked building.

Two


A/N: The third and final chapter will be up tomorrow. But I'm already working on another fic...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


She hurried home, bursting through the door and closing it behind her as she called out for her sister.

“Dawn?! Dawn?!”

“In here,” came Dawn’s voice from the kitchen and she raced through into the room, stopping when she spotted the other person in the room.

“Tara!” she exclaimed, slightly confused as to what the blonde witch was doing in her kitchen, seeming to be occupied making pancakes.

“Erm, Tara stayed with me last night,” Dawn explained and Buffy turned back to her, remembering her previous worry. She caught her sister by the arms, looking her over intently.

“Are you okay? Were you alone? I’m so sorry, I got stuck and… Are you definitely okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dawn got out with a slight smile, obviously confused by her almost frantic questioning, “Willow didn’t come home either. But Tara came by and stayed with me.”

She turned now to the blonde witch.

“Thank you so much. I’m really sorry about this. I got caught up.”

“What happened?” Tara asked curiously.

“Oh, erm… there was a demon.” Well, that much was true. “Yep. Demon hunting. All night.”

“You do look roughed up,” Dawn pointed out and with a scowl Buffy smoothed her hair and tried to straighten her rumpled clothes.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Were you with Spike?”

All she really heard was the vampire’s name and her head shot up, wide eyes fixed on her sister.

“What? Why would I be with Spike?!”

Dawn gave her a strange look, as if she had grown another head.

“Well, you do patrol together. I thought he might have helped with the demon hunting.”

“Erm, yeah. Sure,” she mumbled, darting a sheepish look at the silent witch. Nice way not to look suspicious, she thought to herself.



Having now ascertained that her sister was fine and had come to no harm in the night, she could relax. She settled onto a chair and let out a little moan as her sore body protested.

“Are you hurt?” Dawn asked worriedly, hovering over her.

“I’m fine,” she answered with a grimace of pain as she shifted her legs, “Just… sore. From the demon hunting,” she added quickly.

Dawn gave her another strange look and smiled slightly.

“Did you hit your head? You’re acting strange.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, pushing herself to her feet once more as she experienced the need to get away from her sister’s probing, “I’m gonna go wash up. Then I need to go back out again.”

“Why?”

She paused, glancing at the witch and then turning back to her sister.

“Well, err… Spike got stuck when the sun came up. I said I’d bring him some things.”

“Wow, you’ve definitely hit your head,” Dawn commented with a laugh and turned to the counter as Tara placed a plate of pancakes in front of her.

Frowning slightly at her sister’s implication, she left the room and headed up the stairs to her room. She stripped off her clothes as quickly as she could and went into the bathroom, looking forward to a nice, hot shower after a night spent sleeping among dusty bricks.



She turned the shower on and climbed in, letting out a sigh of content as the warm water cascaded over her sore skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face. She braced one hand against the wall and just let herself enjoy the feeling of the water running over her bare skin. With that thought though, she found the image of long, cold fingers running over her skin popping into her head and she gave a little smile.

In the safety of her shower, she began to reminisce on the night before, picturing blonde hair and strong hands. She could almost feel his hands on her, his cool mouth against her skin and her lips parted with the image. She could see his pale, taut skin before her now and she bit her lip as a naughty smile crossed her face. She had often imagined what might lie under all the black clothing in moments of idle fantasy – not that she would ever have admitted it – and had been pleasantly surprised by what she had found. He was all sculpted muscle and soft skin and, oh, the taste of him…

She was blushing now and she smiled to herself, shaking her head slightly at her silliness. She could see the broad expanse of his chest before her closed eyes, skin so unbelievably unmarred, too perfect for a hunter. Perhaps it had been that which had made her wish to mark him. And she had done a good job: using teeth and nails and fingers to dig into his soft flesh as she clung to him, being swept away on a river of pleasure.



He hadn’t done a bad job either, she realised, as her hand swept over a tender spot on her arm. She opened her eyes and looked down at her body, peppered with bruises and lovebites, and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She had been wild last night, begging him for everything he could give her- and she was still recovering. The promise she had long read in those bright eyes had been more than fulfilled through the dark hours of the night as he tortured her with pleasure, leaving her sore, but satiated in a way she couldn’t remember ever being before.

But what would happen now? They could never be boyfriend and girlfriend: the thought alone seemed ridiculous. But now she had had a small taste, she found she was already an addict, her body craving for his next touch. There was no way she could give up what she had found. So she wouldn’t- she’d find a way to make it work.

The water of the shower had grown cold in the meantime and although it helped to soothe her now-flushed skin, it was getting unpleasantly cold now and she turned it off. She wrapped a towel around herself and stopped in front of the mirror, inspecting her image. She couldn’t help but notice that for the first time in a long time, she didn’t look tired, ill. Her skin was glowing and her cheeks were flushed with colour. There was definitely no way she could give up what she had found.



She dressed quickly, feeling a little guilty that she had got the pleasure of a hot shower while Spike remained trapped in that house. She primped in front of the mirror for perhaps a little longer than necessary, but finally made her way down the stairs. Dawn gave her an amused grin when she announced she was going out again and she quickly left the house.

She had a few stops to make but soon she was in the centre of town again, heading through the alleyways to the house. When she reached the house, she smiled as she noticed that it still looked almost normal from the outside. She stepped inside though and was surrounded by beams and fallen brickwork. It still astonished her to think that they had brought the house down with their passion, but she soon forgot that as she got that tingle at the back of her neck that alerted her to Spike’s closeness. She dropped down into the lower part of the house and found him perched on a beam, still just in his jeans, smoking. He looked up as she dropped to the ground and she saw a mixture of surprise and pleasure in his expression.

“Hey,” she got out softly, averting her eyes as his expression changed to one of tender affection.

“You came back.”

“I said I would,” she answered somewhat defensively and he smiled.

“So you did.”

She moved towards him then and held out the two bags in her hands.

“Supplies,” she mumbled as he took them.



He went through the first bag and pulled out the clothes she had retrieved from his crypt with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged awkwardly, perching on a large slab of ceiling and drawing her knees up to her chin as she watched him. He then went through the second bag and pulled out the bags of blood and random selection of junk food she had obtained.

“I know you don’t really eat, but I thought you might want something other than blood,” she explained with another shrug, averting his eyes as they fixed on her. He was silent for a long time, but finally she heard the bags rustle as he moved again.

“Thanks, love.”

“It’s nothing,” she murmured, flashing him a shy smile.

He moved from his perch then and came to sit beside her, his eyes on her the whole time. She finally forced herself to meet his eyes and he smiled softly, one hand grazing over her shoulder.

“You’re all clean and bouncy,” he murmured, his mouth at her ear, sending a shiver through her as his fingers caught the ends of her hair.

“That doesn’t mean I need dirtying up again,” she remarked and he pulled back a little way, laughing. She couldn’t help but smile and he shook his head, leaning back on his hands.

“Didn’t have to bring me anything,” he commented, nodding towards the bags, “Surprised you came back at all, really.”

“I won’t do anything for you ever again if it’s so much of a shock.”

He smiled and leaned forward, his breath brushing over her neck as he ran one hand up her arm.

“Now that’s a cruel threat. Know plenty of things you could do…”

She raised her eyes to his and he smirked, eyes shining, only inches from her. They held each other’s gazes for a long time and then they moved as one, mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.



And she was lost again. Forgotten, her changed clothes and her recent shower. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers again and she tugged him to her, pressing herself against him as he lowered her back onto the slab. She struggled with his belt as he inched up her skirt, letting out a low chuckle as he uncovered her skin, his mouth breaking from hers and resting against her neck as he swept teasing fingers over her thigh.

“Couldn’t wait for more, eh, Slayer?” he whispered.

She could only moan against him and she dragged his mouth back to hers as she pulled at his belt with one hand. It finally came undone and she unzipped him, her hand wrapping around him and making him moan. His hand buried in her hair as his tongue clashed with hers, setting every nerve ending on fire. He thrust into her with one sharp movement and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, arching her back as his mouth moved to her collarbone, his free hand slipping under the flimsy top and cupping her.

Forgotten was the unyielding floor as she succumbed to him, relishing every touch he bestowed upon her, silently begging him for more. This was passion like nothing she had ever felt before: hot and insistent, burning away inside her, assuaged momentarily only to return with his touch. She really was an addict. He hooked his hand under her leg, spreading her, and she cried out, nails digging into his biceps as they moved together. He twisted his hips and she moaned loudly, head falling back. His mouth dropped to her neck and she could feel the blunt edges of his teeth against her. Marking her once more.

She couldn’t care less though as she suddenly rocketed into pleasure, crying out his name as her body convulsed. He thrust once, twice, and then collapsed against her, barely supporting himself on his elbows.



She was breathless and pleasantly sore and she ran her fingers over his arms and shoulders lazily, one leg twined around his hip.

“You’re gonna kill me, Slayer.”

“I’m going to kill you?!” she retorted, “You’re not the one with their back on a stone floor.”

He raised his head and frowned.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. Wasn’t really noticing it at the time,” she commented with a coy smile and he smirked, moving against her and making her gasp.

“No?”

She shook her head and leant up to kiss him, one hand resting on the back of his neck. He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his breath on her face.

“Glad you brought that blood now,” he murmured, “Need the replenishment.”

“Well, if it’s all going to be flowing south…” she teased and he gave her a leer before finally shifting to lie beside her, jeans still open. They lay there in a halfway comfortable silence for a few minutes and she turned to look at her watch lazily.

“Wow, that’s wasted, like, twenty minutes. It’s still about eight hours ‘til sundown.”

The vampire laughed and she smiled, moving her head and resting it hesitantly against his bare chest – after all, it was more comfortable than the floor. One hand settled on her back and she relaxed, letting out a long breath as she curled up beside him.

Three


A/N: Last one... for now. I may well come back and expand at some time in the future. Thanks to everyone who's reading and leaving lovely reviews!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Somewhere along the line, she had fallen asleep – no doubt due to the lack of sleep the night before – and when she woke, she was wrapped up in a pair of strong arms, her head resting against a hard shoulder. Spike. She snuggled a bit closer, breathing in the scent of tobacco, whiskey and something unnameable that surrounded him. Her whole body was aching again from the combination of sex and sleeping on a stone floor and with some reluctance, she wriggled her way out of Spike’s tight embrace, even as he moaned in his sleep at the loss.

She sat up and stretched, arching her back and trying to get the kink out of her neck.

“Definitely a bed next time,” she mumbled to herself with a slight groan.

“Can’t promise anything.”

She jumped at Spike’s voice and turned to face him as he continued lazily, his eyes closed and a smirk on his face.

“Might not be able to stop myself from taking you wherever I find you.”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms.

“Do I get any choice in this?” she asked, suppressing her smile.

He opened one eye lazily and smiled.

“Wouldn’t say no, would you, Slayer?”

“So sure of yourself, vampire.”

He smiled and shut his eye again, stretching his arms and propping them under his head. She shook her head and pushed herself to her feet, going to the bags and searching out one of the chocolate bars she had brought with her. She perched on the beam where he had been earlier, chewing on the bar as she watched him.

He was magnificent like this: jeans (fastened now) slung low on his hips, his chest bare to her hungry eyes and hair all tousled and just itching to be touched. A wave of heat infused her and she crossed her legs embarrassedly, shifting on the beam. It was too late though: she saw his nostrils flair and then his head rose, eyes dark with desire boring into her.



Without a word, he got to his feet and strode over to her, stopping centimetres away, that piercing gaze still fixed on her.

“Alright there, love?” he purred, giving her a lascivious look, complete with smirk.

“Fine,” she answered nonchalantly, even as she pressed her legs together in a vain attempt to hide the fact that her lust had ricocheted through the roof with him looking at her like that.

“Look a bit uncomfortable,” he murmured, one hand coming to rest on each thigh.

“Really fine,” she replied in her low voice, struggling to maintain her façade of calm as he started to rub circles in her thighs with his thumbs. When he finally leant down and kissed her, she caught hold of his neck, holding him close as she kissed him back hungrily, legs falling either side of him with his guiding touch.

Surely it wasn’t normal to be so turned on in the space of a few seconds. Especially after the night they had had. She should be exhausted; she should be- Her mind went blank as suddenly he was touching her, one hand having sneaked under her skirt without her noticing. She moaned as he caressed her and kissed him harder, one hand tangling in his hair.

He pulled away to let her breath, smirking as he kept up his ministrations. Her eyes fluttered helplessly, her whole body straining towards him. She reached out for him but instead of returning to his former position, he suddenly dropped to his knees and she let out a gasp as he shoved her skirt up around her hips, his hand never pausing for a second.

“S-Spike,” she got out shakily, one hand hovering near his shoulder.

From his position between her legs, he flashed her a look of pure hunger.

“Don’t you worry, Slayer,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire, “Gonna make it all better.”

“But I- Ohhh.“

She trailed off with a moan as his tongue passed over her. To think she could ever have had reservations about this.



Minutes later, she was gripping the beam behind her with both hands, arching her back as he teased her.

“Spike, please,” she moaned.

He had one hand on each thigh, spreading her legs, and her feet just rested against his back.

“Shh,” he whispered against her skin and she shivered with pleasure.

She was going to combust, she was sure. If she’d known she was missing out this much, she would have done something about it much sooner. She moaned loudly and raised a hand to cover her mouth in embarrassment. When her heavy-lidded gaze fell on the vampire, she saw him smirk, even as he continued his caresses.

She suddenly couldn’t keep her eyes off him and when his gaze met hers, she bucked against him wildly. Taking his cue, he sped up in his ministrations and she bit her own hand to keep herself from crying out. Suddenly it was too much though and her hand returned to the beam, both hands clenching on the wood as she cried out her pleasure hoarsely, her body convulsing with pleasure. Even as she was coming down from her high, the vampire shifted, picking her up effortlessly and laying her down on his jacket on the floor.



When her eyes could focus again, she found him propped up on an elbow beside her, watching her with a self-satisfied smile. Blushing brightly, she hid her face against his chest shyly, still struggling to get her breathing back to normal.

“Oh no, love,” he got out, one hand on the back of her neck, “No hiding from me.”

He guided her back to look at him and she blushed even brighter.

“No need to be embarrassed,” he said, his smile softening into a tender one, “Not after last night.”

He ran his free hand over her shoulder and down her arm, his bright gaze fixed on her.

“Know where you live now, Slayer,” he murmured, his mouth brushing over her ear, “And plan to visit regular-like.”

A shudder of pleasure went through her at his low words and she raised her mouth, meeting his in a passionate kiss. He rolled onto his back and she followed, resting on him lightly as she kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his tongue. What was it about him that set her alight with desire? She had gone all this time never reacting so intensely to his looks- and maybe that was why suddenly she was flooded with lust, she realised.

She had spent so long fighting it, but she could no longer do so after what they had shared last night. She parted from him breathlessly, her head resting against his chin as she took in sharp breaths.

“What you do to me,” he mumbled, his hands passing over her back, one hand threading through her hair, “Can’t get enough of you, now I know what you feel like… what you taste like.”

His mind-reading skills had improved of late, she thought idly, still breathing heavily.

“I know the feeling,” she breathed.

“Really?” he asked calmly, even though she could feel the tension in his body. So, they were going there already, huh. She raised her head and gave him a smile.

“You must have noticed,” she commented lightly.

His eyes narrowed and then softened and he smiled slightly.

“Guess so.”

He looked like he wanted to say something else but held himself back and instead pulled her back in for another kiss.



When the sun finally set, they climbed out of the wrecked building together and paused on the steps, preparing to go their separate ways. She was nervous now and couldn’t seem to hold his gaze.

“So, erm, I should get back to Dawn.”

“Yeah.”

She turned as if to go but he caught her arm, halting her, and she turned back to him, watching him warily.

“Am I going to be seeing you again soon?” he asked lowly, “Or was it just a one-day fling?”

“I told you earlier,” she answered quietly, forcing her gaze to his, “You’ll see me again.”

“Not just for patrol?” he pressed and she let out a small sigh.

“Spike, I… I’ll come to you. I don’t know when… but I’ll come. And not for patrol.”

“For my witty conversation?” he asked with a teasing smile.

“Something like that,” she answered, rolling her eyes.

He caught her to him then, pushing her up against the porch wall as he kissed her. He pulled back far too quickly though and moved down the steps.

“See you soon, Slayer.”

Before she could answer, he was off along the alley, disappearing into the shadows. She let out a shaky breath and a smile spread across her face as she skipped down the steps and along the alleyway, headed for home.


THE END


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: This story just got nominated over at the Sunnydale Memorial Awards so THANK YOU to whoever nominated me! You have made my day... maybe my year actually!