“It’s all right, pet,” Spike whispered. “You go right ahead and hate me, it’s all right.” He pulled her closer and nuzzled her temple, his breath heady in her ear. His touch felt so good she pressed against him, warming herself on his cold chest as if he were a fire. “You have any idea how much I’ve hated you?” Set after Dead Things

When Buffy learns that Spike is somehow alive, she is elated… And hurt, and confused. Why didn’t he find her? Why didn’t anyone tell her? Does he still love her? And who is the blue woman?
 
Another Post NFA Reunion Fic.

“Angel...” Buffy says Angel's name while she and Spike are in bed. Why? And what is he going to do about it?

“You want to feel everything I can do for you. You want all of me, to fill that hollow space inside you. You have my mind, you have my flesh, you’ve had my heart for years.” He whispered in her ear before he bit her, bruising her with his human teeth, but he let go long before he drew blood. “You can have my pain, love. You can have my pleasure. But I’m keeping this.”

Spike goes to talk to Dawn after Buffy's birthday, to ask why the girl has been stealing. The answer isn't what he wants to hear... and Buffy's answer isn't, either.

Future fic set loosely in the comic world (references to season eight events) but many years later. The Cleveland hellmouth is in trouble and someone thought long dead has called for help for himself and the resident slayers. Buffy to the rescue...

Spike and Buffy are being inventive: Buffy’s the head cheerleader, and William her seductive English tutor; Queen Fi pleasured by her enslaved eunuch; Will and Buff in an illicit tryst in a posh boarding school; the follower of Lucifer properly tormented for turning to the side of the devil. A lot of things can happen in five hours.
Starts fluffy, eventually gets kinda heavy, pretty much running the gamut of a lot of sexuality.

“Tell me how you’d kill me,” Buffy asked. Spike's breath came a little ragged, and he almost laughed. “Tell me,” she whispered as she sensuously nuzzled his throat, “or I’ll go.” Takes place near the end of their affair, just before As You Were.

I’m sorry, William.
    Buffy’s parting words were still burning in his head. Why, why, why did she have to use that name?
Spike remembers his last evening as Buffy's lover. She'd been just one step away.... What happened?

“Skip it. If you love her, skip it. She knows she’s done wrong. You’re both alive. Life’s short and sweet and precious. Love’s the only thing worth a damn. Don’t play games. Take her into your arms and taste her before it’s too late.” Tara comes to talk with Spike shortly after As You Were.

Anya overhears an idle wish at the Bronze, and suddenly there’s no more Spike. What would Buffy have been like without Spike to catch her after she came back from death? How far down would she fall?
WARNING: VERY DARK FIC!
Nominated at No Rest For The Wicked Awards

“I had a speech. I learned it all. Oh, god, she won’t understand, she won’t understand....”
On his way to earn his soul, Spike prepares his speech for when he gets back.

It's Buffy's 21st birthday! She's not feeling like herself.

From the prompt, "I wish Buffy wakes up tomorrow covered in monkey hair."

So he had won. He had survived. The universe was rent open, his soul was fetched from whatever nether-space it had been stashed in, and seared into his being like a brand. And then it began. The strident cacophony of what have I done? roared inside of him to epic proportions.  Nominee Sunnydale Memorial Fanfiction Awards Round 32, Best Angst.

    “What’s happened?” Angel asked over the phone.
    “I just needed to talk to you,” Buffy said.
    Another pause. “About what?”
    Buffy almost blurted it out. Spike’s gotten his soul back! He’s gotten his soul, and it’s driven him mad. What the hell do I do?!