Sorry for the delay in updates, had a small run-in with a moving vehicle... it backed up ontop of me.

Thanks to the Lovely AthenaHahn for her wonderful betaing, without which I'm sure I'd be falling on my face.

“Well, who I am is a simple answer, the rest is a little more complicated…” Spike trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.

 

“I have all the time in the world, Spike.  So spill the beans.  Start with the easy part and work your way into the hardness of it.”  Buffy raised one eyebrow at Spike while poking him with one finger.

 

Spike smirked and whispered in Buffy’s ear, “You can check out my hardness anytime you want love.”  He pulled back chuckling as Buffy tried to push him off his chair.

 

“Since both Joyce and I know this story, I think we’ll head off to bed.”  Realizing how that sounded, Giles started to stammer, “ I mean, Joyce will go to bed and I’ll go to bed, at my house, which isn’t here, obviously, and oh Lord someone slap me I’m starting to sound like Harris.”

 

“C’mon Rupert, carry Dawn upstairs for me.  I think it would be safer if she was in my bed this evening, just in case that idiot Angel comes back,” Joyce said.

 

Both Buffy and Spike watched as Giles picked up Dawn, and headed for the stairs.  Quietly wishing them both a goodnight, Joyce followed behind.

 

Turning to Spike, Buffy poked him once more with a slender index finger.  “So, get on with the explainy bits then.”

 

“Right then. “  Spike stood up and took two steps away from Buffy.  Bowing slightly at the waist, he spoke in a softly cultured voice, far different from his usual tone.  “Allow me to introduce myself, my lady.  I am William Edward Pratt, eldest and only son and second child of my parents, Lady Anne Essex-Pratt and Lord Edward Richard Pratt, 6th Earl of Keswick.  I have an elder sister, Victoria Elizabeth, married to Viscount Robert Henry Pryce and a younger sister, Mary Anne Pratt, who perished of a childhood disease shortly before her 9th birthday.  I myself have never been married, nor even engaged.   It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Buffy.”

 

With a gentle smile Buffy replied, “Indeed sir, the pleasure is all mine.”

 

Laughing softly Spike quipped, “Oh love, I can indeed ensure the pleasure is mutual!”

 

Buffy blushed furiously at his innuendo and couldn’t look him in the eye.

 

“Sorry love didn’t mean to embarrass you.”  Spike said, looking like he meant it, until one saw the glint in his eyes.

 

“Uh huh, and pigs fly.” Buffy snarked back.

 

Spike leaned over Buffy, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair, effectively trapping her.  “Sorry pet, but I’ve just got to know, it’s been driving me nuts for the past few hours.”

 

“Know what Spike?” Buffy asked as he leaned closer.

 

“How your lips taste...” he murmured, right before capturing her mouth with his in a gentle yet heated kiss.

 

Buffy gasped at the feel of his soft, cool lips on her own, and this gave Spike the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, as his tongue gently slid between her parted lips, to tangle with her own tongue.   Spike rumbled softly deep in his chest as he heard Buffy’s low moan, and had to fight to keep his hands to himself.

 

After a few moments, which seem liked eons, Spike drew back slowly, allowing Buffy to breathe, while still nipping at her lips with his own.  “Like honey, and sunshine, and soft spring rains…” he whispered against her slightly swollen lips.  “And so addictive…”

 

Buffy’s eyes drifted shut, lost in the hazy pleasure that Spike was giving her with his soft, nibbling kisses.  “Spike…” she whispered.

 

“What love?” he murmured as he traced the tip of his tongue across her lips, before allowing it to dive back between her parted lips, into the warmth of her mouth.  Lifting one hand off the chair, he cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss.  Changing the angle slightly, his kisses went from gentle and sweet, to hard and demanding as he plundered her warm, wet mouth with his agile tongue.

 

Placing both her hands on his chest, Buffy pushed gently, then harder when Spike refused to back off.  Breaking free of his heated kiss, she gasped, “Spike, stop… please.”

 

Giving in to her soft plea, Spike released the back of her head, resting his forehead against hers, panting softly.  “Sorry pet, but as I said… so damned addictive.  I won’t apologize for kissing you, and chances are I will do it as often as you let me.  Just don’t shut me out.”

 

Buffy placed a gentle hand on his cheek.  “I won’t shut you out Spike.  Just don’t try and force me to do anything.  Okay?”

 

“Never love, I would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.  Not that I think I could anyway.” Spike said with a small smirk.  “I have the feeling you could and would break me in half if I tried.”

 

“Now that we have that settled.  And you are so right by the way. I could break you in half, or at least into teeny tiny pieces.” Buffy said with a soft chuckle.  “I really do need to know why you aren’t out there trying to hurt, kill, or any of the other things vampires do to keep themselves amused.”

 

Standing up, Spike looked down at Buffy, a serious expression on his face.  “Okay love, I’ll try and explain to you, but it’s a little difficult.  At times I don’t understand it myself.”  He bent over and slipped his hands underneath Buffy, effectively scooping her into his arms.  “However, before I begin, let’s get comfy.”  At this, he turned around and sat in the chair that Buffy had just been in, settling her on his lap.  He looked at Buffy, his eyes dropping to her lips and he groaned softly.  “One last kiss, and then I’ll start…” he murmured as he gently dropped a soft kiss on her lips, licking and nipping at them.  “God love, you taste so good.  I could do this forever.”

 

Pulling away slightly, Buffy placed a hand on his chest.  “Okay Kissy-face, spill.  No more smoochies till you explain to me the enigma that is you.”

 
Spike laughed, and started to talk.