The seconds ticked by.........

They felt like hours.

Finally, Buffy found the courage to speak. “Spike. I didn't mean it like it sounded. It's just this isn't something I....”

It was Spike's turn to interrupt, “Wanted? Well, it's not like we remember anyth.... you know what, just sod it.” Spike jumped off the bed, grabbed his jeans off the floor, and before Buffy could even form a word to retort, the bathroom door slammed shut.



This wasn't exactly how she pictured a happy reunion with Spike. Come to think of it, Buffy never really imagined a reunion with Spike at all. It had been three, long, life-changing years since she last saw him. Since their last moments together. The flaming hands, the Hellmouth collapsing around them, and of course, his impending fiery death.

At least she found out, some ten months later that he had been somehow magically amuleted back into the world. Thanks to a begrudgingly awkward conversation with Giles, and a hiding-in-London-because-he-was-too-afraid-to-tell-her Andrew. Turns out, Angel and Spike had payed her a visit in Rome. She was out dancing with The Immortal at the time. Completely clueless.

Once she found out, Buffy had gone as far as to pack a bag. However, she only made it to the front door, where she stopped cold. What do you say to the guy who died for you? She was speechless, motionless, and most of all, scared. She wanted to see him. Buffy knew she needed to see him. The problem was, she just didn't know what she would do when she did. So, instead of running off to Los Angeles to find the vampire who saved the world, she simply stayed home.

She always figured one day she would run into Spike again, when he was ready – when she was ready. Then almost a year later, Buffy received another call, this time from Angel. Spike disappeared in some big battle against a bunch of Wolfram and Hart demons. Just like that, he was gone out of this world again, before she ever got a chance to truly hope for any happy reunion scenario.

'Spike is here. Right now. In the bathroom, getting dressed. Spike is here. Oh no, why now? Why now? Why now? Why now? Shit. Where is my underwear? What's taking him so damn long?'



“Spike?” It came out a lot louder than she'd intended.

A few moments later, the door to the bathroom opened and Spike came out. He leaned casually against the wall and faced Buffy, who was standing by the bed, arms crossed, and wearing nothing but his black t-shirt.

He smiled. “Yeah, Buffy?”

She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and why was he grinning? “What is that for?”

Spike, looked confused, but couldn't wipe the smirk from his face. “What's what for? Need to be a bit more specific, love.”

“That, that...smirky look on your face. I don't know how you can find any of this funny.” Irritation was steadily turning into anger.

He decided to point out the obvious. “You're wearing my shirt.”

Buffy looked down, and sighed. “I..I'm sorry, it's just that I couldn't find my underwear, and your shirt's long enough, and I'm kind of sore and .. hey, what's the big funny about me wearing your shirt anyway?”

His smile went from nice to naughty as Buffy began to flush. “Not funny, more like adorable.” His eyes cast down and focused on the spot where t-shirt hem met legs. “So, you're not wearing any panties?”

She rolled her eyes, “This is serious. We've got to figure out what caused this...because, in case you lost your memory again, we can't remember most of last night.”

He sighed heavily, “Believe me, I know. Think I popped a bloody vessel in my brain trying to remember...” His eyes didn't stray from that spot. You never know when Buffy might move just enough... “I get that something, or someone is playing us, but honestly Slayer, it's not like we never did this before.”

Buffy sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Trying to find the courage to explain. When she gathered her strength, she looked at him. “It is a big deal. I shouldn't be here. This is all.... wrong.”

Spike scoffed, the smirk quickly fading. “Wrong. Of course it is... we played this entire bleeding symphony a few years back. Don't much care for the arrangement anymore.”

The hurt in his eyes was evident, even though he tried to hide it. She didn't want to hurt him, no, that was the last thing she wanted to do. Too much time had passed, they never got that happy reunion, and things in her life had changed. She thought he was dead....

She got up and walked toward him, face to face but with enough distance to not tempt temptation.

“Not that kind of wrong. Please don't think that... look, I need to explain. Last night I wasn't being entirely open about things - in my life. There is something you need to know.”

Spike stood straight, moving a step closer, and pinning her in place with one mightily irritated look.

“Alright, fine. I'll play your game. What do I need to know?”

It was always easy to say the words before... but now? Nearly impossible. There was only one way to say it and mean it.

Out loud.

“I'm engaged.”

He showed no real emotion. Although, Spike's expression seemed to soften as he nodded, showing her he understood. He didn't seem angry, or hurt, or anything other than – accepting? He casually reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. As he held it out for her to take, he could only shrug.

“I guess you'll be needing these then?”

The gesture had pissed her off the first time. The second time even more.

Before Buffy could even realize what she was doing, she ripped the panties out of Spike's hand and tossed them to the floor. With one swift movement, she had him pushed against the wall. As his back made contact, he let out a loud grunt, and Buffy pressed closer.

The sudden look of shock, matched on both their faces.

Then their lips collided.

Raw, animalistic desire coursed through her body as Spike grabbed her by the ass. With both hands he hauled her up. Buffy wrapped her legs around him, groaning with need as their tongues dueled. Her hands were frantic as one wrapped around his neck to hold him close and the other searched for his belt.

Want. Take. Have.

She couldn't remember the last time she wanted something - someone, so damn much.

God, how she missed him.

Spike's hands had a plan all their own, as he let his fingers slide toward home. When he made contact, prodding her folds from both sides, Buffy gasped into his mouth.

Too much. Not enough. More.

With a quick jerk of her wrist, he was free. Her hand wrapping around him and holding tight as he kissed her harder, dipping one finger inside. Buffy shuddered as the sensations overwhelmed her. With each stroke of her hand, his head pressed against her clit causing tiny mewls to echo between them as the pace quickened, and their lips bruised.

After breaking the kiss, Spike couldn't hold out any longer. He leaned close to her ear, and with a honey laced whisper, “need to feel you...” he slid his fingers slowly out from inside her, spreading open her entrance in the process.

He faintly heard her out-of-breath reply, “want you...” as she held him firm while making one last circle around her most tender flesh. Then she placed him where they both ached for him to be.

He nudged himself in, just enough to feel her walls begin to mold around him. She whimpered as his hands slid up to her shoulders, and they both moaned in relief when their hips slammed together.

His legs wobbled slightly as he carried her to the bed. They tumbled onto the mattress in a mess of limbs and before they even settled he was thrusting into her with raw, savage need. She writhed beneath him, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. He buried his face in her neck and groaned her name as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

This wasn't a fuck requiring tenderness. He had to get her out of his system. His world turned upside-down last night, and it was all her fault. Bloody bitch is engaged. She was running off to marry some stupid ponce and he knew this was it. His one good day. He had to make her feel it.

Buffy's hips met him thrust for thrust. She couldn't get enough. Harder... Harder... She needed him out of her system. She needed to move on. Why did she have to run into him now? When she was finally ready to settle down and have the normal life she craved.

This wasn't normal. This was anger, frustration, lust and pain all rolled into one.

This was the best fuck she had in years.

“Ungh, Spike!” She screamed loud when she came. Gripping him hard and tightening her legs so much it took all his strength to keep moving. When she finally relaxed in his arms, he never broke stride. She was dripping wet, and the fluttering of her inner walls made him only work that much harder. She was undulating beneath him, grunting and clenching her muscles, straining his cock until it was almost too much to bear. He roared when he came, collapsing on top of her and soaking up her sweat drenched skin. They just laid there a moment, breathless and sated. Spike slid a bit to the side and wrapped himself around her. When coherent thoughts could finally form....

He knew he was buggered. She knew she was fucked.

Just like old times.

~~~~***~~~~


When Buffy opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the bright red numbers of the alarm clock.

7:00 PM

The second thing she noticed was that Spike's chest had somehow become her pillow.

'Oh, no. Not again'

She looked around the darkened room and tried to figure out what was going on. One moment she's telling Spike she's engaged and he's taunting her with her panties. The next moment, they're back where they started.

In bed - together.

“Shit!”

Buffy jumped off the bed, and started to back away.

No memory of any of it. They were talking and then, wham! The entire day, lost.

If it was even the same day.

Buffy looked out the window. Spike's car was still parked across the street. She grabbed the remote control off the TV and flipped it on. Same day.

Her tummy rumbled and she felt exhausted, confused, and angry.

Stomping back over to the bed, she shook Spike hard. After several attempts, he finally opened his eyes to a very pissed off Slayer looking down at him.

“What?!”

That's when he noticed her perky, bite-marked covered breasts dangling over him. Spike thought for a moment, nope.... not a clue.

“Spike?”

He jerked away from her, and jumped off the other side of the bed. Confirming the nakedness of both parties, he knew instantly what they'd done.

Again.

They stared at each other, a look of bewilderment on both faces. Finally, Spike said out loud what they were both thinking.

“Buffy, what the fuck is going on?”

TBC...