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To Kill the Girl by Sandy
 
Chapter 9
 
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Buffy was surprised when instead of his crypt he drove to a house set well back from the street. Looking at him curiously, Spike explained, "It's a foreclosure. People left the furniture and all and just cleared out. Since no one lives there, I could get in without any trouble."

"You're taking me to a house you broke into?" Buffy asked incredulously.

"Well, yeah," Spike answered. "Did you want me to kill enough people to steal enough money to rent a place, Slayer?"

At Buffy's look of outrage, Spike sighed. "Look, I didn't hurt anything. I picked the lock so that the door isn't even damaged. We'll make use of the bed and then leave it all nice and neat in the morning, okay? It even still has running water so you can use the loo if you need to."

Buffy supposed that she should feel grateful for the consideration, but the whole thing was just wrong and she knew it. No amount of consideration on Spike's part was going to make her comfortable. Once again she thought about just staking him.

Spike drove around to the back of the house so that the car was well hidden from view. Shutting off the engine, he got out and came around to open her door. Buffy sat there for several minutes, working up her courage. Every instinct yelled at her to kill this vampire and go home. Her hand was reaching for the stake in her jacket pocket when Spike's quiet voice called to her. "Slayer, you coming luv?"

Turning her head she remembered why she was here in the first place. The rush of heat she felt run through her body caused her skin to flush. Reaching out her hand, she took his pro-offered one and exited the car.

With Spike leading the way, they walked up to the back door. Once again Spike held a door open for her. She wasn't used to this old fashioned courtesy and it felt strange that it was coming from a vicious killer. Buffy kept reminding herself just exactly what Spike was. He wasn't her boyfriend, he wasn't her lover. He was a fever, an infection that she was going to purge from her body tonight.

Entering the dark kitchen, Spike took the lead. Although Buffy's slayer's eyes could see very well in the dark, Spike's eyes were even better. Taking her hand, he led her through the house and up the stairs to the bedroom. Leaving her standing by the door, he entered and with the flick of his lighter, began lighting candles all around the bedroom. Buffy was aware that the drapes were tightly drawn. The candles lent a soft glow around a surprisingly pretty bedroom. A dresser, vanity and armoire in a warm golden oak were placed throughout the room. But pride of place was held by the king-sized bed.

Spike finished lighting the candles and went to the bed. Buffy watched in bemusement as he removed the pillow shams and then turned down the bed revealing crisp linen sheets.

Turning to her, he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "'S this okay, Slayer?"

Buffy nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. She couldn't have uttered a word if her life depended on it. Then Spike was there in front of her. Lifting up his hand he said softly, "I absolutely have to now, Buffy."

Looking into his eyes, she nodded her head. Holding her face gently in one hand, he lowered his head and took her mouth. The kiss was so sweet. He didn't force his tongue into her mouth, just lightly swept his lips over hers. When she willingly parted her lips, he pressed a little harder, letting his tongue trace over her lips and into her sweet, hot mouth. They touched the tips of their tongues together lightly, causing moans to escape from mouths now closely pressed together.

Spike's hands moved over her body and finally came to rest on her back pulling her tighter against him. Buffy pulled her mouth from his so that she could gasp for breath. Spike took the opportunity to trail hot kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. Buffy didn't understand. He was a vampire, how could his kisses be so hot? Was he picking up her own heat and reflecting it back to her?

Buffy's head was thrown back, exposing her vulnerable neck to his questing mouth. But she wasn't afraid. He could have killed her any number of times. Tricking her into coming here with him just to kill her? Buffy never even considered it.

Buffy heard moans and realized that they were coming from her. Turning her head she sought out his mouth once again, kissing him deeply while clinging to him as if he were the only thing holding her safely on the ground.

Spike bent his knees slightly and swept his arms beneath her legs. Lifting her up, he carried her over to the bed and gently placed her on the mattress. Following her down, he covered her body with his own all the while loving her with his mouth. Buffy became aware that he still had on his leather duster and she began pushing at it, trying to force it off his body. Spike pulled back for a moment and shrugged out of it. Buffy heard it slither onto the floor but paid no more attention to it. She was too busy trying to move her hands under his shirt, along the firm muscles of his back.

Spike ran his hand down her leg and up under the hem of her short skirt. Lifting her leg so that it bent slightly at the knee, he roamed up her thigh to her firm rounded ass. God, he felt as if he were going to explode he was so hot for her. The little sounds she was making every time he touched her were like flames licking around his sensitive nerve endings. By now the kissing was hard and wet and desperate. Pulling his hand out from under her skirt, he began to remove her blouse. He wanted to taste flesh, to suckle at her breasts. Buffy lifted up to ease the removal of her top and bra. Then lying back down, she moaned and arched her back as he pulled one taunt nipple into his mouth.

Spike sucked and licked and nibbled at first one nipple then the other. Buffy was mad for his touch. Needing to feel more than the clothing that covered him, she began pulling roughly at his t-shirt, tugging it out of the waistband of his jeans. When she had finally loosened it, she ran her hands and nails over his smooth, muscular back.

Spike jerked away from her and tore his outer shirt off his arms tossing it aside, then grabbing the hem of his t-shirt he ripped it over his head, throwing it aside to join his other garments.

Reaching for Buffy he pulled her head up to his chest. "Lick me Buffy, taste me, luv, please," he begged. Buffy lathed her hot tongue over his nipples, sucking as he had just done to her. A groan came from Spike as he felt flames of desire shoot all the way down to his cock.

All pretense of gentleness left them now. All they were aware of was a burning need. Tugging, pulling, scratching, biting, they quickly dispensed with the rest of their clothing. Flesh calling to flesh, they merged together. Buffy opened her legs wide to allow him to settle between her aching thighs. Spike's mouth was everywhere. Trailing kisses and licks and nibbles he moved from neck to breast to belly. Buffy was crying out now, begging for him to give her the release her body so desperately craved. When his head started to go even lower, she grabbed his hair and pulled.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhh, luv. You'll see. Trust me," Spike rasped out. Moving down he started kissing her inner thigh. Up to the juncture between leg and crotch he planted hot wet kisses over every inch of flesh. When he moved his head between her thighs, Buffy cried, "No!" and tried to close her legs.

"Trust me, Buffy, trust me," Spike moaned again and then his mouth was there. And, oh God, Buffy thought she was going to die. Never had she felt anything like this. Angel had touched her with his hands and had then entered her, but this, oh sweet Jesus, this was like nothing ever. Spike's tongue caressed her and flicked short hard licks against her clit. Going down even farther, he pushed it into her dripping wet passage.

Licking, sucking, pressing her with his tongue, Buffy felt things too marvelous, too intense to even understand. Then something began to build. She could not even control her reactions anymore. Bucking her hips against his mouth, she was pulling his hair and pushing his head at the same time.

"Ahhh, ahhhh, arrrrrrgggggh!" Her climax was so strong that her body completely lifted off the bed. Back bowed, feet flat on the mattress, her hips pushed up into his face while wave after wave of the most intense pleasure she had ever experienced ripped through her body.

Spike rode out the waves, mouth still firmly affixed to her clitoris. Tongue lapping at her flowing come, he barely held off his own climax. When Buffy began to relax he crawled up her body and settle himself between her thighs. Pushing himself into her, he marveled how tight she was even soaking wet. Inch by inch he insert himself into her all the while kissing her and murmuring sweet words into her ears. When he had at last fully seated himself in her, he rested, allowing her to adjust to him and him to compose himself.

Lifting his head he stared into her eyes as he began to move. Sliding his hand down, he pulled her legs up so that they were wrapped around his back, first the right and then the left. Slowing flexing his hips, he pulled almost all the way back and then plunged completely into her as far as he could go. Again and again and again; lift, plunge, lift, plunge.

Buffy had barely recovered from her climax, but this new sensation was pulling her up again. Thrusting with him, she clung to him. Arms and legs wrapped around him, she hung on riding with him. Lowering his head, Spike moved faster and faster, changing angles, changing pace until he found what he was looking for.

At Buffy's strangled cry he looked into her eyes and saw that he had found that special bundle of nerves inside her. Increasing his pace he saw that she was climbing higher and higher. Her breath was labored and her nails dug deeply into his back drawing blood. Inarticulate sound escaped her throat as she was carried away by Spike's thrusts. Spike pounded harder, harder, deeper, deeper, until with a scream she locked up under him. The spasms of her climax grabbed hold of his cock and caused him to cry out in pleasure-pain. A few more thrusts and he found his own release. With a loud growl, he filled her and then collapsed.
 
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