Buffy stayed as long as she could in the outer cave, adding the remaining firewood to the fire and huddling next to it as cold wind and rain blew past the entrance. When the cold finally drove her back to the inner cavern, she saw that Spike had gotten dressed and was now lying down, his eyes closed, perfectly still. She couldn't tell whether or not he was actually asleep. She took a wide path around him and found her own place to curl up. She tried to sleep but too many thoughts kept running through her mind; the way she was unable to control her attraction to Spike, his care for her since they'd come to this world, and, no matter how much she tried to not think about it, the feeling she'd had as they'd...

Her mind shied away from calling it making love. You made love with someone you cared about. She'd made love with Angel and Riley. Hell, at the time she considered it making love to Parker. But she wouldn't - couldn't - call it making love with Spike. It was a thing. A bad thing. A really bad thing. A really bad thing that'd felt really, really good.

Buffy rolled over with a groan. Okay, it really wasn't anything worth obsessing over. She'd already decided to break up with Riley, so she hadn't cheated, technically. Besides, lots of people have sex with people they don't even know and they enjoy it and it's no big deal. They get off, get dressed, and go home without a second thought. That's what this was. No big deal. Spike had been right about one thing. It was just sex, nothing special. Buffy pushed down the hurt the memory of his words caused.

At least Spike wasn't a stranger, Buffy continued with her rationalization. She'd known him longer than she'd known Riley, even if it was in a "we're mortal enemies and I'm going to kill you now" kind of way. Anyway this whole mess was probably the fault of their being in this dimension, or maybe they were suffering a hangover from that stupid spell of Willow's. After all, she really hadn't felt much like staking Spike since then.

Buffy blinked as that realization hit her. Okay, that's what this was all about, she thought with a sigh of satisfaction at solving the mystery over her sudden, overwhelming attraction to Spike. It was all Willow's fault. She closed her eyes just knowing that now she would fall asleep.

She felt soft lips on her mouth, a tongue slipping past her lips to caress her tongue, hands gliding wraith-like over her skin, passing lightly over her breasts, teasing her and bringing her body to readiness for him. Her eyes flew open to find that she was alone. She was trembling in frustrated longing, her heart pounding and her breath coming out in little panting gasps. Sitting up, she ran a shaking hand through her tangled hair. She looked at the gently steaming pool and decided to take her aborted bath. The water would help relax her, calm her down. Glancing at Spike, she saw that he still lay in the same position he'd been in when she'd returned, obviously asleep. As quietly as possible she removed her clothes and slipped into the pool.

The water felt glorious and she luxuriated in it, allowing the heat to soak away her tensions. As quietly as possible she swam across the pool using the exercise to calm her, concentrating on each stroke of her arms and blocking out any thoughts of Spike. At last tiring from her swim, she found her footing and stood upright. She cautiously glanced at Spike again. He'd rolled to his side facing her, but he still appeared to be deeply asleep. Buffy began to rub lightly at her body with her hands, washing as best she could without soap. When she was finished, she allowed herself to float, shutting her eyes and drifting aimlessly. As her body drifted, so did her mind, and she was back in the pool with Spike, his hands and mouth touching her in ways she'd never known before. She relived every touch, every whisper, the feel of him as he entered her, the taste of his mouth, the texture of his skin. She was aching with the memories when a small noise disturbed her reverie. Her eyes flew open to see Spike crouched at the edge of the pool, his eyes glowing hotly as he watched her. Buffy gasped, righted herself and crossed her arms over her chest in an effort to cover herself. She wanted to yell at him to stop looking at her, to go away and leave her in peace, but her body betrayed her and she found she couldn't speak. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was amazed that the sound didn't echo off the cave walls. Her gaze remained locked to his, and though she tried to turn away from him, she took one step forward instead. He didn't move, didn't speak, but Buffy could feel him pulling her toward him. She took another step forward.

He stood up and extended a hand toward her. Buffy hesitated, trying to fight the pull. He still didn't speak, just stood there with hand extended. As if drawn to him by an invisible cord, she waded though the water on shaky legs. When she reached him, she held up her hands. He grasped them and pulled her out of the water. With a growl, he pulled her tight against his body plundering her mouth with his own. Buffy could feel his clothes becoming soaked from the water that drained from her body, but neither paid attention to it. She wrapped her arms around his neck and answered his kiss with her own desperation. He swung her up in his arms and headed back to where his duster lay like a pallet on the cave floor. He placed her gently down and then moved back to hurriedly remove his clothing. Spreading her legs, he positioned himself to enter her, and then hesitated.

"Who am I, Buffy?" he said in a tight, strained voice.

"Spike," she whispered.

"What am I, Buffy?"

"Vampire," she gasped as the tip of his penis slipped into her.

He smashed his mouth to hers once more as he plunged into her, cutting off the words that were on the tip of her tongue. Much later, when Buffy was able to think coherently again, she was glad he'd silenced her before she'd let slip words she wasn't ready to say.

They made love for hours. He taught her things about her body she never knew and things about his body she'd never suspected. His body became marred with scratch marks and love bites; hers with bruises caused by his strong fingers and sucking mouth. At last, they fell into an exhausted, sated slumber.

It was the discomfort of her insistent bladder that awoke her several hours later. She was wrapped tightly in Spike's arms and had to wiggle her way out of his embrace while he slept on like, well, the dead. Buffy picked up his discarded shirt and pulled it on, buttoning it up as she walked to the tunnel. The outer cave was even colder than before and shrouded in complete darkness when she reached the tunnel's end, the fire having long since burned out. A dim light from the cave mouth guided her to the entrance. The lightning and thunder had passed, but rain still poured down. Buffy slipped outside allowing the overhang of the mountain to shelter her a bit and relieved herself. Shivering from the cold, she stepped back into the cave's entrance and stuck out her cupped hands to gather some of the rainwater. She brought her cupped hands to her lips and greedily drank down the water then thrust her hands out again.

"Buffy? What are you doing out here, love? You'll catch your death."

Buffy turned to see Spike, once again nude she noted with amusement, walking toward her.

"I had to pee," she said. "And I'm dying of thirst." The cold rain blew in on her and a shiver tore through her body as she finished speaking.

"Yeah, well, tell you what. Let's get you back inside where it's warm, and I'll bring the flask back, fill it up, and you can have a nice drink. How's that then?"

Buffy stared at him in amazement. Every time he did something like this, thought about her comfort, brought her food or gave her water, it surprised her. Spike just wouldn't fit nicely into the Vampires, All Evil All the Time mold. He held out his hand to her and she took it. He pulled her to him for a kiss and then led her carefully through the cave and passageway and back to his duster. Searching through the pockets of the coat he pulled out his hip flask and started to rise when her stomach growled loudly. He grinned at her embarrassment and then reaching into another pocket, he brought out a slightly bruised and battered fruit.

Handing it to her he said with a shy smile, "Sorry, love. I was going to give this to you last night, but then, well..." He gave a one-shoulder, half-apologetic shrug. Buffy reached out and took the fruit.

"Thank you, Spike," she said around the lump in her throat.

He looked embarrassed now and quickly stood up. "Right, I'll get you some water to go with your breakfast." He walked rapidly across the cave and disappeared into the tunnel.

Buffy wiped the fruit off on Spike's shirt and took a bite. Chewing slowly, she tried to make her meal last as long as possible. By the looks of things, the rain wasn't going to stop anytime soon so there was no telling how long it would be before she got anything else to eat.

Spike was back before she'd gotten half the fruit eaten. Sitting down next to her, he opened the flask and held it out. Buffy took it gratefully and drank several refreshing swallows before handing it back to him. He recapped the flask and laid it aside, watching as Buffy took another bite from the fruit.

She swallowed and was bringing the fruit back to her mouth to take another bite when Spike said, "You've got a bit in the corner of your mouth, love. Let me get it."

Buffy expected him to wipe it off with his thumb. Instead he leaned forward and licked the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. Buffy's heart started thumping, and when their eyes met Spike's mouth descended, his arm slipped around her back, and he pulled her to him. The fruit fell from Buffy's hand as she wrapped her arms around him.

He removed his shirt from her and lowered her back down onto his duster, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb flicking across the nipple, his cock pressing against her thighs, his mouth capturing her sighs and groans. Buffy opened her legs to him and threaded one hand through his hair while they kissed. God, she loved kissing him. He could be savage and tender and teasing, all in the blink of an eye. He moved his hand down between her thighs separating her outer lips so he could slide his cock over her clitoris. Buffy moaned and bucked under him while sparks danced under her closed eyelids.

"You like that, baby?" Spike grunted, his mouth sliding over her mouth and neck.

"Oh god, yes,"

His mouth returned to hers kissing her deeply as they continued to rub together. Finally he lifted his head gasping out "Need you, Buffy. Need you now."

Buffy raised her legs, inviting him in. He slipped inside her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him moving to his rhythm until once again they cried out in release.

He collapsed on top of her, drawing in deep lungfuls of calming air. Rolling over, he pulled her on top of him. Her thighs tightened around him keeping him trapped within her. He was still hard and Buffy knew that if she wanted to, she could ride him until they both came again. But Buffy truly believed that if that happened, she'd become a gibbering idiot from orgasmic overload.

At last he softened enough that he slipped from her and Buffy sighed and laid her head on his chest. She wanted to sleep. She wanted to get back in the pool and bathe. Her stomach growled.

"I lost my fruit," she murmured sleepily.

She could feel his lips curve into a smile as he kissed the top of her head. "I'll get you more fruit, love. I'll get you anything you want."

She lifted herself up slightly and looked into his eyes.

"I want to go home."

Spike frowned slightly and pushed her hair back from her face. "Can't wait to get away from me, eh, Slayer?"

Now it was Buffy's turn to frown. She pushed herself up further, inadvertently giving Spike a lovely view of her small breasts.

"It's not that, Spike. I'm the Slayer. I have responsibilities. While we're here making..." her voice trailed off and she blushed. "While we're lost here, anything could be happening in Sunnydale. Who knows what that little toad demon that sent us here is up to? And we've been here, what? Four days? My mom and my friends must be worried sick by now. I need to get back home."

Spike ran a finger over the silky skin of her collarbone. "And what happens to us when we get back home?"

Buffy rolled away from him and stood up. Grabbing up his red shirt again, she slipped it on and walked to the pool. She stood with her arms wrapped around herself, her back to him, staring into the steaming water. "I don't know."

"So this is what? A holiday shag?"

Buffy just shrugged. "I don't know what this is, Spike, except something that shouldn't be happening." She glanced over at him and away again. "Anyway, I thought you said I wasn't anything special."

He stood up and walked over to her. He slipped his arms around her waist and drew her back until she was resting against him. "Yeah, well I was lying, and you know it. You keep saying that this shouldn't be happening between us, Buffy, but do you think this'll all go away once we're back home?"

"It has to, Spike," she said in a barely audible voice.

He turned her around then, took her face in his hands and kissed her. She resisted for about three seconds and then her arms slid around his waist and she opened her mouth to his insistent tongue. His hands slid down and grabbed the rounded globes of her ass, pressing her tightly against his rapidly hardening cock.

Lifting his mouth from hers, he asked, "Do you want me again?"

"No," she lied.

He recaptured her mouth and pulled one of her thighs around his waist. Bending his knees, he found her slick opening and easily slipped inside. Buffy gasped, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and allowed him to pull her other leg around his waist lifting her up until she was wrapped securely around him. Turning, he walked back to their nest, knelt down, and lowered her onto his duster. Still kneeling, he raised her hips with his hands and began to thrust, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Look down, Buffy," he ordered softly. "Watch what I'm doing to you."

Buffy obediently looked down and watched his long, thick cock slowly sliding in and out of her body. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen and she felt her stomach muscles clench in reaction.

"We're perfect together, Love," he continued, his words coming out in rhythmic grunts. "And when you have your Slayer strength back, we'll knock Sunnydale down to bedrock."

Lowering her hips, he pressed closer to her, thrusting harder, holding her head and kissing her fiercely. Buffy responded in kind. She was getting sore, and she was tired, but she couldn't resist him. And when he brought her to climax yet again, she cried out his name and hugged him to her riding out the shudders that ripped through her body.

As they recovered yet again, Buffy really began to worry about what would happen once they were back in Sunnydale again.

And that was assuming that they could get back to Sunnydale again.