Thanks to my wonderful beta AthenaHahn

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Spike made his way through the kitchen to the basement stairs, cradling Buffy against his chest.  She seemed so peaceful, resting against him like that; he didn’t have the heart to wake her up.  Without turning the light on, Spike made his way, down the stairs, to the ‘vamp-proof’ suite Joyce had had constructed for him.  He carried her across the carpeted floor to his king-sized bed and gently laid her down on the satin-covered, down-filled comforter. 

“Pet, I’m sure you will be more comfortable without those blasted boots you are wearing” Spike said, as he knelt at the side of the bed and started to unlace the thigh-high, stiletto-heeled boots.  “How can women walk in these things?  Never mind that!  How can you fight in them?” Spike asked the sleeping girl on his bed. 

He placed her boots against the wall by the door, and then removed his own Docs and placed them beside hers.  “Looks like they belong together, huh pet?”  Spike said with a small laugh and turned back to the bed on which Buffy lay. 

Buffy shifted slightly, a small frown on her face, as she tried to get comfortable. 

“Hmmm, that vest-thing you are wearing can’t be that entirely comfy kitten.  Let me see if we can make you comfortable with its removal.”  Suiting action to words, Spike slid onto the bed beside Buffy and began to unlace the front of her vest.  “Pet, this thing has metal in it.”  Spike looked at the vest more closely.  “Hrmm, it seems to resemble a corset.  Why in the hell would you want to wear this bloody thing?”  He stripped the laces from the front of the corset-like vest and tossed them aside.  Slipping his right arm under her back, he gently lifted her into a sitting position and slid the rest of the vest from her body. 

Buffy sighed softly in her sleep, as Spike let his eyes roam over her newly uncovered red silk shirt. 

“Pet, I gotta say, you have fantastic taste in clothes, despite the predilection for torturing yourself with them.”  Spike’s fingers moved to the buttons on her shirt of their own volition, nimbly undoing them, baring her smooth, creamy skin to his eager eyes.  He slipped the shirt from her torso, unable to resist running his thumb across the swell of her tanned breast, and play with her dark rose-colored nipple which hardened at his touch. 

Taking a deep, un-needed breath, Spike laid her back on the bed, drinking in the sight of her tanned torso contrasting sharply with the black satin of his comforter.  Rising from the bed, Spike folded her shirt carefully and placed it on the dresser across from the end of the bed.  Retrieving her vest, and the laces, from where he had tossed them, he placed them with the shirt. 

“Okay, don’t stake me or nothing, but a half-dressed girl can not be comfortable.  Those pants have to come off.”  Spike knelt on the bed, his hands hovering over her hips, licking his lips.  “Gotta play nice here mate.  You promised the girl you wouldn’t take advantage,” Spike muttered to himself. 

Buffy squirmed as though she could hear him, but remained asleep. 

Muttering to himself about self-restraint and vampiric senses that played havoc with his libido, he swiftly unlaced the sides of her leather pants, loosening them enough to slide off her legs.  He swiftly removed himself from the bed and stood there, her pants in his hands, his eyes glued to her nude body spread out on his bed. 

Her hair spread out like a golden cloud, her face gentle in sleep, a small smile on her pale pink lips.  Spike groaned as he took in her pert tits, topped with the rosy points of her hard nipples.  He dropped her pants on the floor as he stripped off his own shirt and cast it aside. 

His eyes slid down to her narrow waist, with its cute little indentation of a belly button. He smirked as he noticed a small, sparkling sapphire belly-ring adoring it.  As his eyes slid over the swell of her hips and down her long, slender legs, his hands worked feverishly at his belt and pants.  Dragging his eyes back up her legs, he dropped his pants and kicked them across the floor. 

Closing his eyes for a moment, Spike wrapped his left hand around the base of his hard cock and gave it a gentle squeeze.   “Oh Buffy pet.  If I don’t do something I’m gonna explode.  Forgive me….”  He opened his eyes and allowed his gaze to rest on the juncture of her thighs. 

Licking his lips at the sight of her bare pussy, he took a deep breath and noticed the lingering smell of her earlier arousal.  Groaning softly he started to slide his hand up and down his rock-hard erection, sliding his thumb over the head of it and pressing down gently on each stroke. 

Buffy moved slightly on the bed, getting more comfortable.  This had the effect of parting her legs just enough to give Spike a perfect view of her hairless cunt. 

“Oh god Buffy, I wanna taste you so bad, the scent is driving me insane,” Spike murmured as his stroking picked up speed a little.  Feeling himself reaching the pinnacle of his self-pleasuring, he reached down with his right hand and gave his balls a gentle squeeze.  Muttering to himself as he furiously wanked himself off… ”I wanna feel your tight li'l hole wrapped around my cock… mmm bet it would feel sooo warm and wet…”  With a muffled groan Spike climaxed abruptly, his cold, creamy ejaculate spewing forth in globs to land on the rug beside the bed. 

Sighing softly to himself, Spike slid almost bonelessly onto the bed beside Buffy, pulling a thick blanket over them both.  Buffy turned in her sleep, snuggling up against the vampire who had just gotten himself off while looking at her naked body.  Spike wrapped his arms around the naked nymph in his bed, and fell asleep listening to the calm rhythm of her heart beating.