Chapter 14

“I want her gone, Spike. It was supposed to be one night only, and she’s been here for two weeks.”

He nodded in agreement. “You don’t think I’ve tried? I must have shown her a million crypts, and she managed to find something wrong with every single one of them.”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “This is your place; you can just kick her out like you did last time. It’s not your responsibility to find her somewhere to live.”

“I know, and I don’t intend to deal with her for much longer. You’re getting awfully upset about this, love. Jealous, are you?”

She scoffed. “Please, I’m so not jealous of Harmony. I just don’t like that my boyfriend is living with another woman, especially one who gets on my last nerves. I don’t know how you’ve put up with her for this long.”

“Lots of patience and alcohol,” he explained.

Buffy grinned, trailing her hands down his chest. “Well, we’re alone now. I guess we should make the best of it.”

Spike matched her grin with one of his own, wrapping his arms firmly around her and planting a hard, passionate kiss to her mouth. He slipped his hand under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her stomach, groaning in irritation when the crypt door crashed open.

“Oops, sorry, didn’t know you were busy. Don’t mind me, I’m not even here.”

Spike cursed under his breath when Harmony tried to hurry downstairs, bumping into his telly along the way.

“My bad,” she said sheepishly, continuing on her way to the lower level.

Buffy gave him a pointed look.

“All right, she’ll be gone by the end of the day.”


* * * * *


“Yes, finally, peace and quiet.”

Spike laughed as he joined his girl on the bed. “Putting her up in the old mansion, I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. That’s just Harmony’s type, and it gives me a reason to never visit. I bloody hate that place.”

Buffy had to agree with that, neither one of them having very good memories there.

“Now that we’re alone,” he stated and placed her on his waist, so she was straddling him. “What are we going to do?”

Buffy nudged his erection with her hand, causing his eyes to roll back in his head.

“Fuck, yeah, good plan that.”

Their clothes were off in an instant and Buffy crawled back on top of him.

“You gonna ride me, baby?” Spike wondered with his trademark smirk.

Instead of answering, she decided to do just that, sitting astride his lap and positioning him at her opening, before impaling herself on his dick, shuddering as he filled her oh so completely.

Spike groaned when he was once again buried inside Buffy’s warm pussy, never feeling anything like it before.

She bounced up and down on his cock, throwing her head back in rapture.

He rested his hands around her waist, thrusting up into her wet channel. “Bloody fuck!” he roared as they both came undone.

Buffy buried her head against his neck, trying to get her breathing under control. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Spike chuckled. “Mission accomplished, then.”

He was way too cocky for his own good, so Buffy shut him up by nibbling on his earlobe, knowing that was a sensitive spot for him.

Spike growled and changed their positions, so he was now the one on top. “I think it’s safe to say that we won’t be leaving this bed for a long time.”

All she did was smile, having no complaints about that.


* * * * *


“Why do I have to bond with the guy? We’re not even friends.”

Buffy let out a sigh. “That’s the point, Xander. Everyone else has at least been trying to make some sort of effort when it comes to Spike, but you’ve hardly said anything to him since he’s been back. You’re always going on about how you want another guy in the group, so this is your chance.”

He shook his head. “A really old, undead guy is not exactly what I had in mind. I’ve decided to accept him because you’re together, but I don’t see why I have to actually get along with him.”

“You’re right, and it means a lot that you’re accepting him. I guess I shouldn’t expect any more than that.”

Xander hated the hurt look on his friend’s face, even more so knowing that he was the one who put it there. “Okay, I’m not promising anything, but maybe I’ll let him join me in a game of pool or something.”

She smiled. “That’s all I ask.”

Spike made it back to the table with their drinks, wondering what could have caused the happy expression on Buffy’s face. “Where have Red and Glinda gone?”

Buffy pointed to the dance floor. “Making all those boys crazy,” she said with a pout. “That used to be me.”

He had an urge to kiss the pout right off of her face, but restrained himself. “You can go, but if one of those blokes gets a little too friendly, I’ll break his arms off.”

Buffy flashed him a smile. “Aww, that’s so sweet.” She stood up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then made her way to the dance floor.

Spike was now left alone with Xander, neither knowing what to say to the other.

Xander cleared his throat. “So, you wanna play pool?”

Spike raised his eyebrows, shrugging after a moment. “Yeah, sure.”

Not the most excited reaction in the world, but it was a start.


* * * * *


Things had been going great lately. There’d been no sign of the soldiers, Harmony was officially out of the picture, and Xander was somewhat getting along with Spike. If Buffy didn’t know any better, she would say that the end of the world was near, hoping she didn’t jinx herself just by thinking it.

Spike stopped in his tracks suddenly. They were almost at his crypt, but something didn’t feel right. He sensed a familiar presence close by, a presence that he never thought he’d feel again.

“What’s wrong?” Buffy wondered with concern.

“I think we have company. You can come out now, I know you’re there.”

Buffy had no idea who he was talking to, but when the dark haired beauty stepped out from the shadows, she felt a chill up her spine.

“My Spike has found his sunshine. He doesn’t need his princess anymore,” she claimed, trailing a dead rose down her cheek.

“What are you doing here, Drusilla?”

She grinned. “I came to make everything all better.”

Spike felt Buffy’s hand grip his even tighter, looking down to notice the fear on her face. “As you can see, everything is just fine. You shouldn’t be here.”

Drusilla moved closer to them, giving Spike a look. “Yes, you did it; the pixies whispered it to me. You have the spark in you.”

His eyes widened at what she was implying, taking a step back and pulling Buffy with him.

Buffy was confused, glancing over at him. “What is she talking about?”

Spike shook his head. “It’s nothing, baby. Let’s just get out of here,” he responded, pulling her in the other direction and not looking back at his ex once.