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I Would Still Have Loved You by slaymesoftly
 
chapter Eleven
 
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
 
Buffy’s trip to her mother’s included a side trip to Restfield to tell Spike she wanted him to be there when she told Joyce about them. She saw that the outer door was ajar, and pulled it back a little more, wincing at the screech of rusty metal.  By the time she’d pulled it open, the wooden door was opening in front of her.
 
“Spike?”
 
“You were expecting a ghost maybe? Or did you think the door opened itself?”
 
“You’re cranky today. Did I wake you up?”
 
“You did,” he said, closing the door behind her as she came in. “What are you doing here? I thought we were keeping a low profile for a while.”
 
Buffy didn’t answer him immediately, taking in his bare chest and barely-hanging- on-unfastened jeans. She unconsciously licked her lips.
 
“Unless you’re here for following up on that look, love, I suggest you take those eyes somewhere else.”  He adjusted himself in his jeans and pulled up the zipper a little higher.
 
“Uh… sorry?  It’s just… it’s been a long time since I saw you… like that.” She licked her lips again as she ran her eyes down his body.
 
“Don’t apologize,” he said, pulling her against him. “Just tell me we’re both going to be like this in a few minutes. Naked would be even better…”
 
“I… that wasn’t… but now that you mention it… Did you get a bed?”
 
“Getting fussy in your old age? We never worried about making it to the bed before,” he said, laughing when she blushed. “But yes, I did. It’s downstairs. Even got sheets for it, but haven’t put them on yet.”  He tugged her toward the entrance to the lower level. “Let me go first so I can catch you. I don’t have a ladder or steps yet.”
 
He released her hand and disappeared down the opening in the floor. Buffy peered over the edge, saying, “I can make that jump.”
 
“Know you can, pet. But if I catch you it gives me another excuse to hold that luscious body.”
 
Buffy shook her head and jumped after him, flexing her legs as she landed easily.
 
“News flash, Spike. You don’t need an excuse when it’s just the two of us.”
 
“Might take me some time to get used to that,” he murmured as he gathered her in again. He ran his lips up her neck, smiling when she tilted her head to give him better access. 
 
“I think we’ve got some time,” she gasped, running her hands over his bare back and relearning the feel of his skin and the muscles under it. “I’m pretty sure we do.”
 
Without responded except to pick her up and carry her to the unmade mattress, he turned and let himself fall backwards, never taking his lips from her neck until they were still.  While Buffy squirmed around so as to be lying against him rather than across, he moved his mouth up to capture hers. For long minutes they indulged in the kisses they’d had to deny themselves for so long, but it was soon not enough to be lying there with denim between them. 
 
Buffy sat up and stared down at him. “I meant it, you know,” she said without explanation. 
 
Spike reached up and stroked her face. “Know you did, love. I believed you. I promise.”  His eyes took on a gleam as he began to unbutton her blouse. “But if you really want me to believe, you’ll get out of these clothes so I can show you how much I love you.”
 
Buffy giggled and shrugged out of her shirt, tossing it to the floor. While Spike quickly unfastened and removed her bra, she ran her hand down his torso, stroking him with her fingers until she got to the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans.  When he sucked in his stomach with a hiss, she dipped her fingers under the zipper, playing with the soft hair there. His growl sent vibrations through her body, beginning with the part that was pressed against him as she sat on his thighs.
 
“Ooooh. That’s just….” She closed her eyes and let the sensations being created by his growl draw her attention to the body part still covered with too much cloth. As one, they separated to divest themselves of their remaining clothing. Spike slid out of his barely-fastened jeans in only a second, beginning to breath heavily as he watched Buffy pull off her shoes, jeans and underwear. 
 
“C’mere, you,” he growled, pulling her back where she’d been before, this time with nothing between them.  She wriggled on him for a second, gasping when his rigid cock slid over her clit.
 
“In me. Now.” Without waiting for a reply, she raised her hips so he could guide his cock where she wanted it.  She sank down on him with a happy sigh, smiling when he groaned his appreciation.  They stared at each other, Spike’s face slipping into the soft expression he only wore when looking at her. Buffy was momentarily surprised that she could remember the last time he looked at her like that. She smiled softly at him as she lowered her head to press their foreheads together.
 
Without words, they began moving slowly, savoring every slide in and out, every whimper and gasp, as they took advantage of the time they had to finally make love without worry about interruption.  They moved together in perfect synchronicity, building slowly but surely to a place that required more force and speed. Spike rolled them over and began thrusting harder while Buffy wrapped her arms and legs around him and met each thrust with her own clenched body.
 
“Come for me, love,” he whispered when the familiar sounds told him she was getting close. “Show me you love me.”
 
When she was shuddering under him and crying his name, he let himself find his own release, his demon emerging as he sucked on the side of Buffy’s neck and pumped into her. 
 
For long minutes they remained together, reluctant to let go, but knowing it would be only moments before they could do it again.  Buffy grinned when she felt him swelling with her.
 
“I guess some things don’t change, do they?” She wriggled happily, laughing when he nipped at her neck.
 
“If this ever changes, it’ll be because I’m dust,” he growled, still in game face. She stroked his wrinkled forehead until he’d faded back to his usual mien.
 
“That was a little new,” she said. “I never noticed you doing that before.”
 
“That’s because back then, I was doing everything I could to keep you from thinking of me as a monster. Came close to going all fangy a couple of times when we were….” He paused, as if not sure what to say.
 
“When I was hurting you,” she finished quietly. “My demon was trying to bring yours out.”
 
“Maybe,” he admitted. “But seeing as how you didn’t even know you had a demon yet, letting you see what you were doing to me just didn’t seem like it was in my best interest.”
 
“Probably wasn’t,” she admitted with a wry smile. “So, should I be insulted or flattered that you aren’t worried about it now?”
 
She felt him shrug his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her neck again. “Take your pick. Either way all it means is that my demon loves you just as much as I do, and I don’t want to hide it.” He raised his head suddenly. “Unless it really bothers you,” he said quickly. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”
 
Buffy shook her head and pulled his face back down to her neck.  “I want you to do what makes you happy,” she said, nibbling on his earlobe. “We got a chance to make a new beginning, I don’t want to start it with you having to hide who you are.”
 
“Thought you saw that part of me as more of a ‘what’ than a ‘who’,” he said.
 
“Are you trying to start a fight?”
 
“No! I’m just—”
 
“You’re just thinking too much.” She wriggled her hips against him again. “Don’t you have better things to do?”
 
 
 
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Hours later, as they were ready to leave for Joyce’s house, Spike nuzzled her hair before letting her go.
 
“I’ll miss you,” he said with a perfectly straight face.
 
“We’re going to be in the same room, you doofus.”
 
“Yeah, well, I’m not touchin’ you until I’m sure your mum isn’t going for the axe.”
 
“Good point. But we’re going to tell her, so maybe she’ll be okay with it.”  She sighed and said, “If we wait a little bit longer, it’ll be dark enough for us to walk there together.”
 
“Speaking of that… let me just take a listen outside before you go running off. Since this is where they grabbed you before, they might be keeping an eye on Restfield.”
 
“I’m kinda hoping they’re too busy explaining about the escaped demons and the explosion to worry about us.  But go ahead. Put those bat ears to use.”  She laughed at his offended growl and followed him to the door. Opening it just enough to make sure the metal door hadn’t been moved, Spike put his coat over his head and slipped out to become just another shadow against the stone. Dusk had fallen, and nothing was easy to see in the waning light. He waited, head cocked, then slid back inside and closed the interior door.
 
“Need to get some oil for that outer door,” he said. “It makes too much noise.”
 
“What did you hear?”
 
“Enough to know we wouldn’t be alone out there.  Couldn’t tell for sure what was stirring around, but the likely things other than vamps or demons would be the soldiers.”
 
“Wonderful. How are we going to get to Mom’s? She’s probably wondering why I’m not there yet.”
 
“We’ll have to take the tunnels and sewers. It’ll be OK,” he added when she made a face. “There’s good footing between here and your mum’s. We just have to make sure we don’t pop up in the middle of a crowd.”
 
“Fine. Let’s go.” 
 
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