"Magnificent" was not a Buffy word, but in this case it was the only one that fit. He was fully erect, his cock long and thick. Buffy swallowed, her eyes locked on him as he began walking toward her, his cock slapping lightly against his flat belly with each step he took.

When he reached her, Buffy stood frozen, knowing she should move away from him but locked into stasis by the force of her desire. He lifted his hand, and Buffy was sure he was going to pull her head to his to give her one of those mind-numbing kisses that they'd shared that morning. Her heartbeat sped up in anticipation. His index finger captured her chin, lifting her eyes to his.

"You can join me or you can leave. Your choice."

His hand dropped away from her face and he walked over to the pool. Buffy felt bereft and disappointed before the tiny voice in her head began telling her Come on. Let's leave! Don't watch him anymore. She ignored the voice as Spike slipped into the pool. The water near the edge came to just above his hips. As he waded farther out, the water rose until it reached mid-chest. Stopping, he turned around until he was facing her and began to wash. He sluiced handfuls of water over his face and chest sliding his palms in circles over his nipples and then slipping his hands under his arms. His movements were slow and his muscles flexed hypnotically as he washed. His eyes never leaving her, he slid his hands down his chest and belly under the water. When his hands began to move in a rhythmic back and forth motion, Buffy had no doubt what body part he was washing. She felt her face burn even as her inner walls clenched painfully and the crotch of her panties became drenched.

The tiny voice in the back of her head was probably still screaming at her to leave, but it was completely drowned out by the repeated litany of IwanthimIwanthimIwanthim. His voice echoed in her head, Your choice. She remembered another time she'd been confronted with making a choice. She'd made a horrible mistake with Parker.

Turning away from him, she walked to where Spike had removed his clothes. Turning back around she was surprised to see that his arms were hanging limply at his side and he'd shut his eyes. There was a look of such utter dejection on his face that it touched Buffy's heart. He must have thought she was leaving, she realized. She sat down on the bench-like rock and removed one of her boots letting it fall noisily to the ground. Spike's eyes flew open in surprise and then a look of astonishment crossed his face. He watched as she removed the other boot and her socks and then stood up slipping her jacket from her shoulders. Taking hold of the bottom of her blouse, she pulled it over her head and dropped it on top of his pile of discarded clothing. Undoing the fastening of her jeans, she wiggled her hips until they slid down her legs. Tossing them to join her top, she slowly walked to the edge of the pool clad only in her camisole and panties.

Their eyes stayed locked as she grasped the ragged hem of her camisole and slowly pulled it over her head. When it was off, she allowed it to float to the ground at her feet. Spike's eyes turned a smoky gray as he looked at her. Buffy felt a slight tremor pass through her body when she saw the look of hunger on Spike's face. She allowed him to look his fill for several seconds and then slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs until she could step out of them.

When she stood upright again, she heard a soft growl come from Spike's direction as he waded through the water toward her. When he reached the pool's edge he lifted up both arms to her. She stepped forward, leaned down slightly, and placed her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up pulling her toward him. He slowly lowered her but stopped when her breasts were level with his mouth. Buffy's breath caught in her throat and she arched her body when he engulfed one breast with his mouth. He sucked and flicked his tongue over the hardened nipple until Buffy was moaning with need. Releasing her nipple with one last hard pull, he switched breasts and began all over again. Buffy couldn't remember ever wanting someone as much as she wanted Spike. When at long last he began lowering her again, she was ready to take him inside her.

He had other plans, however, and she found herself straddling him, his cock rubbing between her thighs. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as the sensation of his cock on her clitoris made her gasp. She saw her own desire reflected on his face and she reached up to pull his head to her. The kiss was deep and intense. When they broke the kiss, Buffy rubbed against him begging, "Please, Spike. I want you so much."

He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "I'm going to eat you now, little girl."

A thrill of fear flashed through Buffy and she tried to pull away, but he held onto her and began pressing kisses down her throat, across her collarbone and down to her breasts. He suckled at each one again and then continued his downward journey. His head disappeared below the surface of the water and Buffy closed her eyes, her head dropping back as he kissed his way down her thighs. When he applied pressure to separate her legs, she willingly, eagerly, complied and his mouth began its journey back up her leg, this time on her inner thighs.

Her legs almost buckled and she had to grab hold of the rocky wall of the pool when his mouth latched onto her clit. His tongue flicked lightly over the swollen nub and then he pulled it into his mouth and began to gently suck. Tiny, needy noises came out of Buffy's throat as he laved her with his tongue. He lifted one leg over his shoulder and Buffy's nails dug into the rough rock as the sensations of his mouth on her intensified. She was so near her climax that when he inserted a finger into her slick opening, it was too much and Buffy came with a cry. He slid her leg from his shoulder and then caught her to keep her from falling under the water as her legs collapsed.

His head broke the surface of the water again. He ran his hand through her hair and pressed his forehead to hers. "Did you like what I just did to you, love?" he asked in a voice thick with passion.

"Oh god, yes," Buffy gasped out.

He got a pleased, self-satisfied look on his face. Pulling her mouth to his he kissed her. Buffy could taste herself on him, and it was a very strange, erotic sensation to taste her own release.

As if reading her thoughts, he whispered, "Can you taste yourself on my tongue, love? I knew you'd taste like that. All sweet and tangy. I knew I'd love eating you."

The feel of his cock pressing against her reawakened Buffy's need and she pressed tightly against him. "Spike, please," she whispered.

"You want me in you now, Buffy?" he asked in a thick voice.

"Now," she panted, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. "Please, Spike, I don't want to wait any longer."

He reached down and grabbed the back of her thighs lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted up as he guided his shaft to her opening. When the tip was in place, Buffy lowered herself, taking him slowly in. Their eyes met again and Buffy knew that the look of wonder that was on his face was reflected on her own. When she'd taken him all the way in, they stopped, arms wrapped around each other, adjusting to each other, taking pleasure in the intimacy.

Finally Spike positioned his arms so that he protected the tender skin of her back. Leaning her into the pool's wall, he began to move. Buffy had never felt anything like it before in her life. It was as if he'd been made just for her. Every nerve, every muscle responded to his touch, his skin, his movements, his taste, his smell, his voice. He started slowly but increased his pace until he was pounding into her. The way he moved his hips caused shocks of pleasure throughout Buffy's body. She could hear his own gasps and moans and when she tightened her inner muscles, he cried out, "Oh fuck, Buffy! I'm going to come. Come with me, baby."

His voice, the frantic pounding her was giving her, all the sensations of this coupling came together in the hardest climax Buffy had ever experienced in her life. She felt herself convulsing around his cock and then his own cry echoed in her ear as he exploded in her.

They held onto each other tightly as they recovered. She could feel Spike's legs trembling and knew that he'd been every bit as affected by what they'd just done as she had.

At last he raised his head from where it rested in the crook of her neck and looked into her eyes. A joyous smile creased his face and he began to swing around in a circle in the water with her as he laughed.

"Oh god," he exclaimed laughingly. "I should have known it'd be like this. I should have realized that the only thing better than killing a slayer would be shagging one."

Buffy gasped and pulled back.

"What?!" she cried out in shock.

He stopped twirling around and looking confused asked, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? God, you son of a...."

She might not have Slayer speed and strength in this dimension, but her aim was true. Spike cried out in pain and his hands flew from around her back to grab at his bleeding nose. Buffy began to fall backward into the water and she twisted around. He was still inside her and when she twisted around she twisted him as well.

Spike cried out even louder as he clutched at his wrenched manhood. Buffy made her way through the water as quickly as she could. She pulled herself out of the pool and ran up to where her discarded clothes lie.

"Fuck, Buffy," Spike choked out, wiping at his bloody nose and bending over in pain. "What'd you do that for?"

Buffy held her bundle of clothes in front of her as a barrier to his eyes and stared at him in fury. "I can't believe what an idiot I am," she spat. "That's all it was to you, wasn't it? Bagging another Slayer?" Her eyes were filled with tears, and she wasn't sure if they were simply tears of anger. "Well here's a news flash for you, Spike. I'm not a Slayer here, remember? I'm just a girl."

Turning, she ran from the cavern making her way through the dark tunnel, scraping her skin as she careened into the tunnel walls. She could hear Spike calling out her name as she fled, and it made her move even faster in an attempt to get away from him. When she at last reached the outer cavern, she had to wipe the tears from her eyes so that she could see. The fire Spike had started was still burning, though it had burned down considerably. She carefully added more wood to the fire and then stood in front of it shivering as she pulled on her clothes.

She hadn't grabbed her boots in her haste so she had to walk carefully across the rocky floor to stand in front of the cave's entrance. The storm had hit with a fury while they were in the inner cave, and rain was lashing down accompanied by ear-shattering peals of thunder and blinding flashes of lightning. She didn't even hear him enter the cave until he was right behind her.

"Buffy," he said placing his hands lightly on her arms.

"Don't touch me!" she spat out, jerking her arms away from him.

"Buffy, look. I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

She turned around and glared at him. He hadn't bothered to put on any clothes, but Buffy ignored his nudity. "No? Then just how did you mean it, Spike? I'm really curious."

He sighed and rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. "Look, when I..." he hesitated and then sighed again. "When I killed those two Slayers, it was in honorable combat." She stiffened even more at his words.

"Yeah, I know. You don't think there's anything honorable about me, but I defeated them, Buffy. In one-on-one unarmed combat. Well, the Chinese girl did have a sword," he added thoughtfully, lightly touching his scar. "And defeating them gave me the most intense feeling of satisfaction I've ever had."

Buffy turned away from him again, unable to look at him as he talked about killing her sister Slayers.

"It was the most intense feeling of satisfaction I've ever had until just a few minutes ago," he added softly standing close to her back. She could feel her nerves begin to hum again from his nearness and the sound of his voice. "Making love to you was the most amazing thing I've ever done. But you're right. It wasn't the Slayer I just made love to. It was the girl."

He placed his hands on her arms again, pulling her back until she rested against his body. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "So I guess that means it's not your Slayerness I crave. It's your Buffyness."

Buffy felt her knees go weak at his words, and she closed her eyes when he began to nuzzle at her neck sending chills down her spine. His hands slid down her arms and when they roamed back up it was to cup her breasts. Buffy gasped as his thumbs flicked over her nipples and his teeth nibbled at her earlobe. She could feel his erection pressing against her back. She leaned back into it, but when Spike's hands moved down and began to work at the fastening to her slacks, she listened to the tiny voice in her head and pushed him away.

"No, Spike," she said in a breathless voice. "We're not doing that again."

"Buffy," Spike began, reaching for her again.

"No!" she said, batting his hands away desperately. "It's not going to happen again. It shouldn't have happened the first time, but I was weak. And I forgot. What you are. Who you are. I don't know why I keep forgetting," she said in small voice racked with confusion. Then she tilted her chin up and said in a stronger voice, "I'm not interested in taking another vampire lover, Spike. I loved Angel more than anything in this world and it turned into a disaster. People died. I'm not going through that again, especially with a vampire I don't love."

Spike stiffened and the expression on his face quickly changed from beseeching to hurt to unreadable mask. Buffy almost faltered, but she forced herself to ignore her reaction to his obvious hurt and pressed on. "I think it's best if we just keep away from each other as much as possible while we're here. And I think that once we get back home, you should leave Sunnydale."

Spike stared at her silently and then laughed cynically. His eyes narrowed and the color of his irises turned from sparkling blue to slate gray. Buffy could feel his barely restrained anger. "Is that right, Slayer? You want us to keep away from each other? Remember that the next time you get cold," he said with a sneer. "But I'll keep away from you while we're here, just like you want. We had a bit of fun back there, but it was just sex. Just another notch in your bedpost, yeah?" He took a step closer, and Buffy felt her heartbeat accelerate in alarm. "I just hope I was better in the sack than your last one-night stand."

Buffy flushed at this reminder that he had seen her humiliation with Parker, and his next words tore at her heart though she tried to ignore the pain she felt.

"And don't worry about when we get back home, Slayer. You're not so special I'll think twice about you once we're back in good old Sunnyhell. I just hope you don't chase after me the way you did that Parker git, because that's really pathetic."

Buffy swallowed but refused to show how much his words had hurt and shamed her.

"But I'm not going to leave town," he continued with a hint of a threat in his voice. "Not until I get this sodding chip out of my head. And when that happens, Slayer, you'll be the very first to know."

He turned to leave, but stopped and turned back, his eyes glacial. "And by the way, you knew exactly who I was in there, pet. It was my name you screamed when you came." With those final words, he turned on his heel and walked away.

Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and pushed down the hurt his words had caused. She assured herself she'd done the right thing. Getting involved with Spike would be the biggest mistake of her life, but her feelings for him were a jumble right now, and she just didn't understand why. She brushed yet another tear from her eyes. Maybe it was this crazy dimension and once they were back home, she'd go right back to hating him again. Things would be back to normal then.

She shivered and hugged herself tighter. It was from the cold air in the cave, she told herself. Not from the sudden feeling of loss she had.