Disclaimer: Joss owns them, not me. I’m still wishing for my own Naked Spike.

Author’s note: Once again BTL has saved you all from reading a chapter that was infected with repeating word syndrome. *Worships at BTL’s feet* Thanks to everyone who’s reviewed!
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Chapter 11: Opening Doors

Spike stood outside the building that housed the object of his desires. He had spent the day holed up in his London house, vacant now for three years, waiting for the sun to go down so he could see her.

He stared at the sombre house, a small citadel compared to the other houses. Taking a deep breath, he could smell her lingering scent, making his trousers somewhat uncomfortable. The doorman stood puffed out, his heavy frame comprised more of flab than muscles.

Pushing off another repeated call from his Sire, Spike walked up to the doorman.

“Good evening, sir. How can I help you?” the brown haired man asked, a goofy grin on his face.

Spike looked him over, seeing the name Harris stitched in his coat, and snapped his neck.
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Buffy seethed. They wanted her to help them destroy Anyanka? She kicked at the canopy bed that stood unfeeling in the middle of her bedroom. They couldn’t honestly be serious right?

Of course they were serious. Why wouldn’t they be? They thought she was some rogue demon hunter. Buffy growled at just what her friend had gotten her into.

Buffy was alone in the flat, well, alone with Annette anyway. Reagan was having dinner at a posh restaurant with her father of all people. Tomorrow was Reagan’s wedding, and tomorrow, the flat in which she now stood in would be hers.

There was a knock at the door. Buffy rolled her eyes thinking that it was probably some Watcher wanting to start tracking Anyanka right away. Buffy walked into the sitting room, and stood waiting for Annette to open the door.

Annette opened the door to reveal the haggard body of the very vampire Reagan wanted her to distract her mind from.

“Monsieur William!” greeted Annette happily.

Spike attempted to ruffle the young girl’s hair but was stopped by the barrier.

Buffy walked to the doorway slowly, unsure of exactly why he was here. She eyed him up and down, taking in his ragged appearance, until her eyes locked with his.

“I thought you were in Rome?” she finally commented.

“I thought you were in Rome...” he said. “Colour me right surprised when I found that you buggered off after our last tiff.”

“I had no reason to stay,” she said defiantly.

He sent a look that she swore saw right through her, his blue eyes delving uncomfortably into her green ones.

“Wouldn’t say no to an invitation in, pet... The neighbours will start to talk.”

Buffy glared at him a moment before she relented.

“Come in William,” she said, placing herself in front of Annette.

Spike strutted through the doorway, closing the wooden door behind him, Annette rushing forwards to lock it.

“How are ya, nib?” asked Spike of Annette, finally getting to ruffle her hair.

“What are you doing here Spike?” Buffy asked.

Spike started walking about the room, taking in all the pieces of furniture and finery.

“This your flat?” he inquired. “Doesn’t seem to be the style of place you’d live in.”

“It’s Reagan’s. And how do you know what my style would be? You’ve never been to...oh. Never mind,” she said remembering that he had been to her lair in Arashamahar.

“Heard some funny stories while I’ve been travelling, pet. Heard that your friend Miss Wyndham is about to be Mrs. Price, and that she’s got herself a new best friend Watcher. Miss Anne Summers, demon hunter.” Spike turned and looked her dead in the eyes once again. “Wouldn’t be you would it? Another one of your aliases?”

“Why does it make such a difference what I am called?” she asked.

Spike gave her a queer smile.

“Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve changed your name on me, pet.”

“Why are you here Spike?” she asked again.

Spike walked up close to her and leaned into her ear as a single finger trailed down her arm.

“Been having right improper thoughts about your lovely quim, pet,” he said his lips brushing against her ear.

Buffy blushed.

“Annette!” said Buffy trying to keep herself calm. “Go into my room and tidy up. Don’t come out of there until I send for you.”

The girl was up and out of the room in a flash, a huge smile playing on her lips. Buffy turned back to Spike, her lips in a thin line, trying to keep herself angry at his words.

“And you think that you can show up at my flat and what? I’d throw myself into your arms and beg you to take me? You are greatly mistaken Spike.”

His cocky smile did not falter. With a step back, he undressed her with his eyes.

“You travelled across the continent because you wanted to ravish me?” she asked quietly. “When you had your precious Drusilla right there, in the same city? Didn’t she want you?” she asked with spite.

Spike’s eyes flashed for a moment but he didn’t answer.

“She was too busy being Angelus’ toy wasn’t she?”

Buffy stepped further away from him and walked across the room to an upholstered chair. Putting her hand on the back of the chair she turned and looked sharply at him.

“Am I your whore?” she demanded.

When he didn’t answer, Buffy picked up the chair and threw it at him. Spike dodged the wayward article of furniture and stalked towards the livid demon.

“Is that what this is?” she raged. “You have an itch and I am your chosen one to scratch it?”

Spike grabbed her arms and pressed her up against a nearby wall.

“This isn’t what you think it is. I’ve defied my sire to come here Buffy. To come to you. I want you.” Spike leaned down and nuzzled his marks on her neck. He was internally shocked at the words that flew out of his mouth, not having wanted to admit it.

Buffy closed her eyes against the incredible feeling that was shooting straight from his bite marks to her core.

“Spike...” she whimpered against his touch.

His hands moved to her breasts clothed in her restrictive Victorian dress. His lips found hers in a crushing kiss, full of passion and lust.

She could deny him nothing. She knew it and here it was being proven. With one swift move, Spike tore the collar of her dress off, at last revealing in full view the marks he had left on her neck. Buffy’s hand flew to her neck, gasping at what he had done. He had that cocky smile back on his face, proud of his actions.

“Incorrigible,” she muttered. before she leaned back in and kissed him once more.

“You know it pet,” his hands roaming lower on her bodice.

Her brain made one last ditch effort before shutting down. “I’m not having sex with you a door away from a fourteen year old girl, Spike.”

“Well then pet, we’ll just have to find some other place to go,” he purred.

Buffy looked up into his bluer than blue eyes and suddenly couldn’t remember why they couldn’t have sex here. Spike leaned in and began nibbling on the marks he had made on her neck not a month ago.

Buffy moaned, the most glorious feeling spread from her neck straight to her core, urging her hands towards the fastening of his breaches. She took his hard member out of the confines of his trousers and slid her hand up and down his shaft, causing an audible groan of appreciation from the vampire.

Their eyes met, Spike giving her a look that could only mean he was going to enjoy this. His hands dove into her skirts, pulling them up to reveal a massive amount of white underclothes. Petticoats and bloomers. Mimicking his earlier actions, Spike yanked the offending material away, his hands finally able to touch her glistening depths.

His fingers were heavenly against her weeping slit. She shuddered against him, wrapping her legs around his waist, and allowing the vampire to hoist her up, positioning her entrance at the tip of his hard and ready cock.

With a gasp, Buffy sank down on his hard shaft, letting him set the rhythm of their coupling. His eyes were darker than she expected, as if he knew what she was thinking. This was just fucking, this wasn’t anything more. And it hurt her heart to think it, even as the motion of his cock thrusting into her pussy sent tremors of delight throughout her body.

Her contemplation of exactly what she was doing was cut short by the piercing of fangs through her flesh, rendering her incapable of speech, or thinking about anything except him, his prick, or his fangs. And just a little bit of how it would feel if she bit him.

Buffy muffled her screams into his shoulder, clawing at his back, while she rode out the orgasm. Spike’s roar of completion wasn’t far behind. He released her legs and Buffy slid back into a standing position, watching his face for signs of emotion. When none came immediately, she slipped away from his body, still pressing into the wall, to gather up her ripped bloomers. With a passing glance, Buffy took off into her room to change. Her dress was ripped, her underwear ruined.

Spike was busy putting himself away , missing the crushed look on Buffy’s face. He grabbed her arm as she slid away from him.

“The knickers stay off while I’m here,” he ordered.

Buffy’s mouth hung open for a second. She didn’t know how to respond to that.

Buffy’s eyes grew wide as she heard the lock to the front door of the flat began to turn. With demon speed, Buffy tugged Spike into her bedroom and closed the door before Reagan had a chance to see her newest guest.

“Buffy?” called Reagan through Buffy’s bedroom door. “I am back!”

“Just a second Reagan, I’m changing!” Buffy called out after her friend.

Buffy pushed Spike down on her bed, tossed Annette her ripped undergarments and located herself a new dress. Stationing herself behind the screen, Buffy changed out of the ripped attire.

“Maybe I should go greet the blushing bride,” said Spike, hoisting himself onto his elbows.

“You will not!” ordered Buffy. “She is a Watcher, she will dust you.” Buffy slipped the dress over her head and hastily buttoned up.

“I’ve met the esteemed Miss Wyndham pet.”

“Before she was a Watcher, and before you got all vampy.”

“And just who’s fault is that?” he asked, Buffy slowly slinking out behind the screen..

“Well if you ask her, it’s her fault. She saw you bump into Angelus on your way from the party. She decided to warn the Council rather than go after you,” said Buffy sadly.

“Got her little priorities right then, didn’t she?” he said none too bitterly.

“What did you expect her to do? Get herself killed? That would have been really great, having the two people in the world I love turned into vampires.”

Spike got quiet for a moment. “You love me?” he asked.

“You are a git, you know that?” she said, at last changed into her new dress and ready to greet Reagan in the next room.

Without another look at the vampire lounging on her bed, Buffy walked out of the room.
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“Buffy?” asked Reagan once Buffy entered the parlour. “Do you have someone in there with you?”

“Who would I have in there Reagan? Besides Annette?”

Reagan gave a nod of her head in understanding.

“How was your dinner with he who pushes you down oubliettes?” asked Buffy.

“My father,” began Reagan pointedly, “and I had a very nice meal. He’s most eager for me to stop living by myself like some common woman.”

“Am I chopped liver?” asked Buffy.

“The words he used to describe, Miss Anne Summers were less than cordial.”

“Colour me surprised,” said Buffy, using Spike’s words from earlier.

“He is trying, to be more fatherly, and less suspicious Watcher, he really is.”

“Uh huh. So tomorrow, leaving off the stigma of maidenhood...”

Reagan gave a small snort. “At least I’ll have a ring on my finger, unlike some person I know,” said Reagan with a keen stare.

“Demon now, Reagan. I don’t have to adhere to all those Victorian conventions like you do. It’s perfectly acceptable to be promiscuous in Arashamahar.”

“Except you are curiously monogamous, Buffy! Don’t you go and make excuses. You love him, and if he were to show up on our doorstep this moment you would be able to deny him nothing!”

Buffy looked down at the ground and blushed, really hoping that Spike wasn’t plastered against the door trying to listen, but doubting it all the same with his enhanced vamp hearing.

“You are right of course,” said Buffy.

“I only hope that I remain so devoted to my Arthur as long as you have remained devoted to your William.”

Buffy looked up at her friend and smiled. “I’m sure you will Reagan, he is very devoted to you, and not bad looking either.”

The two girls giggled.

“Are you going out tonight?” Reagan asked her friend.

Buffy glanced casually at the window and shrugged. “I hadn’t been planning on it. Though I probably should, I don’t want to get D’Hoffryn mad at me.”

“If you don’t like being a Vengeance Demon Buffy, why do you stay? Break the pendant and become human again.”

“And have the Watcher’s Council wondering why there are two Slayers again? No, Reagan I gave up that life of being told what to do and how to do it. I may be told what to do now, by D’Hoffryn, but at least I get to choose the what, where, and how. I have nothing else. This is my life now.”

“Not true!” protested Reagan taking her friend’s hand. “You have me, you have this new identity, you could be a Watcher.”

Buffy shook her head. “No Reagan, I really can’t. I appreciate what you are trying to do, but the truth of the matter is, this isn’t my world anymore.”

Reagan frowned, “I bet if William were to tell you to give up being a Vengeance Demon, you would do it in a heartbeat.”

“But he hasn’t.”
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tbc...