"Out Of Time..."



--Battle Plan--





"Okay, what do we know so far..."



Buffy stood in the centre of the foyer to the library, looking out to her friends, Watcher...and Angel. She'd barely spoken two words to him since yesterday. Could barely stand to look at him.



It was one thing to dance with another guy.



Another to dance with another guy.



She didn’t even want to know what kind of thing it was to be with your boyfriend’s…Childe.



His enemy.



A killer.



A slayer.



A slayer of Slayers…that was here for her.



It was so wrong on so many levels.



And what was more wrong was the fact that she couldn’t get said Childe out of her mind. It had been three days. Four nights.



Four nights of dreams….images….visions.



Pictures so clear her heart pounded and the blood rushed to her ears.



Bodies entwining.



Flesh meeting flesh.



Hot and cool….soft and…hard.



Oh, so very, very hard!



Buffy shook her head, trying to dispel the nasty thoughts and focus on the words coming from Giles. Something about the day of St. Figs? St. Vaginus?



No – that couldn’t be it. It sounded…naughty.



God, how did she manage to put a sexual slant on everything these days?



*Focus, Summers!* She chided herself, forcing her concentration on to her Watcher who had almost finished speaking and would no doubt require some sort of response from his Slayer.



*Something more than, ‘huh’, probably.* She rued silently, mentally preparing herself for running face first into a brick wall that was a Giles-lecture.



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Four Hours and A Lot of Donuts Later…





Willow and Xander were curled together in the far corner of the table. The red-head seemingly immersed in one of the innumerable Watcher’s journals that contained references to William ‘Spike’ the Bloody… all the while secretly reading the romance novel she’d slipped in between it’s hard bindings about half an hour ago.



Xander’s head was snuggled in her lap, his legs spread out; one along the side of a shelf, the other balancing precariously on a high stack of musty tomes.



The Witch-In-Waiting jumped, thinking she’d been caught, when Xander suddenly squirmed and began muttering – quite loudly – about the clowns that were chasing him, trying to force him to join in. With a low girlish giggle, she removed one of the two hands needed to balance the heavy book (and hide the book within!) and gently patted his head, murmuring that the clowns couldn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want to.



He seemed to calm at that, nodding slightly in ascent before succumbing to sleep once more. Willow’s head shot up when she heard a low chuckle across the room, surprised to meet Angel’s mirth-filled eyes. Smiling shyly at him, trying not to feel too bad about laughing about Xander with his ‘enemy’, then diverted her gaze around the room.



Giles was, as expected, deep within three books all at once. His long-sighted glasses were resting on the very edge of his nose as he attempted to look over them at the pages before him, never once thinking it would be easier just to take the damn things off! Willow smiled lightly at the man who was more of a father figure to her then her own parents could ever dream to be, before moving off once again.



Finally her glance settled on Buffy. The Slayer was hunched over an irreplaceable work, breathing heavily, her mouth open… a small bubble of drool smudging the ancient ink below. The red-head frowned as Buffy shifted in her sleep… it had sounded like she moaned.



As in moaned.



And it had almost looked like she’d mouthed a word.



A name.



Impossible.



She dismissed the thought as soon as it arrived; shaking her busy head, Willow returned to her book, easily delving into the torrid romance between Annabeth Driver and Leonardo Posteori (a name she was sure had been made up).



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Buffy moaned softly in her strange state of not-quite-sleep and not-quite-wakefulness, turning in her bed allowing the cool sheets to calm her naked, heated body.



There was a slight breeze tapping at the window pane that she had forgotten to open, knocking as if requesting entrance so that it might soothe her warm skin with its cool worship.



The young girl sighed, knowing that she must eventually leave this state of limbo and succumb to the call of the cool, calm zephyr. Still bemoaning her fate of having to rise, she barely noticed that the task had been performed for her, until the careful waft of air rumpled the thin sheets entwined about her body.



She cooed softly in delight, not wanting to question the miraculous doing. A moment or two passed, the time silent except for the quiet sound of the sheets ruffling as they were caressed by the breeze.



Almost asleep, she barely felt the bed depress and the being come and lie behind her. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breath hitched, certain she was dreaming as a cool hand trailed up her thigh above the sheet, resting momentarily on her hip before sliding round to cup her stomach, drawing her back against the hard body behind.



Her dream man nuzzled her shoulder, nudging away the hair that covered her neck. Once his path was clear he ducked his head, inhaling her heady scent as his fingers tightened around her body.



Soft lips caressed her skin, and a wet tongue dipped and circled every nuance of her sensitive jugular. Buffy jumped as blunt teeth nipped at her skin, her whole body freezing as her man spoke directly into her ear.



“Hello, cutie.”



“Spike?!” Disbelief infused her tone and she tried to get up, kick him out – scream – but he was faster. Quickly rolling her beneath him, he successfully pinned her petite body under his. “What they hell are you doing?! How the hell did you get in?!”



“Sshhh….” He quietened her, brushing his full lips over her flushed ones, the action stunning her into silence.



“Spike?” Her voice was subdued, soft…wary. “What are you…”



Her question was cut off as he dipped his head to her neck and she tensed, beginning to struggle until all she felt were careful lips teasing her skin once again in a leisurely, unhurried fashion.



“Spike.” She whispered again. But he noticed the change in tone, the change in her scent. Beneath him her body began to relax, almost arching into his ministrations.



His hips rubbed down into hers and she gasped as the pleasure coursed through her young, inexperienced body. Her body reacted unconsciously, thrusting back towards the source of her delight. Above her the Vampire chuckled, lifting his head so that he could taste her lips.



When his hands reached for the sheet around her breasts, she pulled back her fingers clutching the covers around her.



“Spike…” It had meant to come out as an admonishment but it left her lips as a wavery sigh as he pressed a heated kiss to the very top of her cleavage that peaked out from the top of the sheet.



“We shouldn’t….” She whispered even as she felt her hands begin to loosen. Spike noticed it too, pressing another kiss to her skin as more was revealed.



“Shhh….” He hushed her softly.



“Don’t think…” Another kiss, a little further down. “Just feel…”



It sounded like a line from a song.



Just feel…



One of those dance movements, with really heavy beats.



Just feel…



Yes…



She wasn’t sure if she’d spoken the word out loud, or simply in her mind, but with that, the sheet was released. Spike sat up, slowly pulling the covering from her body, watching in avid fascination as more and more of her luscious skin was revealed to his perusal.



Buffy heard a low growl before he descended again, his lips devouring hers with an intensity in shocking contrast to the tender actions he’d shown until now.



His tongue dove deep within her mouth, seeking hers out and forcing it to play. There was a low rumble emanating from somewhere low in his body, and she arched against him, trying desperately to draw it out.



Her fingers groped for the buttons on his shirt, tugging and pulling at them, frenziedly trying to remove the offending garment.



Noticing her struggle Spike tried to remove it while still keeping his mouth firmly attached to hers. He loathed for them ever to part; he could stay with her for all eternity…if she’d let him.



It wasn’t meant to be.



“Bloody hell!” He growled, tearing his lips reluctantly from hers as he sat up once more, ripping the shirt and the t-shirt from his back, sending little black buttons and shreds of material everywhere.



The Slayer moaned in appreciation, her unknowing hands unconsciously reaching out to touch him. Her fingers slid over his defined muscles, tracing their contours as a shudder went through both of them at the contact. When her nail scraped his nipple he growled, his eyes flashing amber.



Rather than being afraid, the sight sent a flurry of warmth to her centre. She did it again.



He growled, swooping down upon her.



Buffy groaned as his body covered hers once again before sliding down a little further, rubbing sensually against her as he moved. Amongst the haze a question broken through, demanding to be asked. “How did you get in?” She blurted.



Her hand shot up to her face the moment the words left her lips, worried that she had totally ruined the moment by running off at the mouth.



Spike chuckled, the sound sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, easing any worry she had. “Magic.” He whispered before dipping his head, drawing one of her nipples into his mouth.



“O-oh!” Buffy moaned, arching her back up off the bed, her hands digging into the soft sheets below in an attempt not to cry out and alert her mother.



His tongue circled the pouting bud, his blunt teeth elongating in order to barely scrape the surface. Buffy lost her composure and cried out, the pain mingling with the pleasure. Her hands groped wildly for the pillow, quickly pressing it against her mouth to mute the sounds she couldn’t stop spouting from herself.



He sucked the tip into his mouth again, his hand trailing up to circle, but never quite touch, the other, neglected, breast. A small trickle of Slayer-blood slipped into his mouth from the tiny wound he’d made. It closed up almost immediately, but at the taste of her blood his demon surged forward.



Grateful that she still had the pillow over her face, and consequently couldn’t see, he planted kisses across to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as he forced his body to calm a little.



It was starting…she could feel it…



She couldn’t believe it…her breasts had never felt this sensitive before. Every where he brushed felt like it was on fire, every place he touched came alive at the feel of him.



His teeth scraped her other nipple and it happened. She felt the pillow being plucked from beneath her fingers and soft lips covering hers, allowing her sounds of pleasure to be lost in his mouth.



With a low moan, Buffy came…



Spike growled, keeping his eyes open even as he kissed her, not wanting to miss a moment of his beautiful goddess’s flight. Her eyes were wide open; her body shuddered and jerked beneath him, trying to apply pressure to her hard clit.



His hands slid lower, as he pulled back from her lips to watch the moment in it’s entirety, searching out her heat, dipping within her, a groan tearing from his throat as he felt how wet she was.



How hot.



How tight.



“Fuck…” He growled just at the thought of her, but she couldn’t hear him.



Even as the last tremors of her first orgasm swept within her, he moved his fingers within her, his thumb gently circling her clit and he felt her fall again. A gush of fluid coated his fingers and he inhaled deeply, groaning at the scent of his young lover. He moaned, lowering his head, knowing that he had to taste her.



“Oh – oh - GOD!”



Buffy was dying. There was no other explanation. She had had the most powerful orgasms of her young life in the space of twenty seconds, and….oh!



She couldn’t even complete the thought as a cool tongue probed her swollen, heated flesh, lapping up her juices as they slipped from her body. “Spike…” She moaned lustily, then almost screamed it as he brought her whole clit into his mouth, sucking on it.



Her teeth bit down on her hand, drawing blood as she came for the third time, coating Spike’s face in her pleasure.



Spike sat up slowly, licking his lips, looking very much like the Cheshire cat that had eaten the cream. His gaze zeroed in on her bloody hand as she removed it from her mouth, breathing heavily.



“Wow…” She murmured, her eyes glazed over attempting to focus on the room…but it was still spinning. “That was so…wow…”



Spike grinned, sliding his body over hers, reaching for her hurt hand. “Glad I could be of service.” He grinned lasciviously at her, before turning his head into her hand, drawing his tongue over the trails of blood.



She gasped as he sucked her index finger into his mouth, sending tingles back to her centre as he cleaned her.



Spike groaned when she lifted her hand further, offering her blood to him and his demon ached to be let free and claim her. Let the world know exactly what she was.



His.



As he lay back over her, Buffy realised she could feel every part of his body as it moulded to hers. Every. Single. Part.



Oh…and something felt…hungry.



In between her legs, his hard cock nestled in askance against her curls even as Spike continued to kiss her.



Suddenly, reality broke into Buffy’s mind and she tensed up. Spike felt the change in her immediately, pausing above her; the restraint being used causing his body to shake under the pressure, but he held off.



“What is it, baby?” He murmured soothingly, wanting to lean down and kiss her, but also wanting her to tell him what was wrong.



“I…I…” She started hesitantly, blushing furiously as the gravity of what they were doing began to bare down on her conscience.



“What?” He whispered, his voice barely audible, but it was enough to prompt a reply.



She looked away as she spoke, too embarrassed and wary of his response.



“I’ve never…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, but then, she didn’t need to.



“Oh.” His face softened and affection seemed to shine from his eyes. Had Buffy not been so cautious of his response she might had condemned herself for having such unlikely thoughts.



“Oh, baby.” Unable to resist the temptation any longer he pressed his lips to hers, pulling the lower one into his mouth momentarily – just a taste – before leaning back to look in her eyes. “Don’t worry…” He whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”



She smiled shyly, nodding to him as he lowered his body back down upon hers. He pressed his lips to hers, before murmuring against them ruefully, “This might hurt, love….but only for a moment.”



Again, she nodded. And carefully he slid inside her.



The pain…while momentary, was still there, and she tensed even as she indicated to Spike, who had immediately paused at the first sign of discomfort, to keep going.



Spike groaned, feeling immensely guilty that while the beauty below him was in agony his dick felt like he was in heaven.



Her eyes widened, when, after a pause, he began to move in slow sure strokes.



In the beginning he was slow, whispered sweet words of comfort and affection into her ear, but as he felt her begin to meet his thrusts he picked up the pace.



“Fuck, Buffy…” He groaned when she tightened her inner muscles around him, his eyes widening.



She grinned beneath him, and did it again.



With an evil grin of his own he swivelled his hips, lifting her up and watched as she cried out his name as over and over the tip of his cock his her G-spot.



“Spike!”



“Buffy…” He responded, circling his hips against her, hitting her clit every time he entered her. Her heat was over whelming him. “So fucking hot…so tight…so wet…so – fuck!”



She squeezed again and watched him loose control, loving this power she had found over the Master Vampire.



Minutes…hours…days might have passed but neither would have known, so involved they were with the other.



The suddenly, it happened upon them; sneaked up without their knowledge.



“MINE!” He growled as he came, feeling her strong muscles contract around him in orgasm. His face changed as his demon demanded he claim what was rightfully his.



Burying his face in her neck, he sunk his teeth within her, drawing hungrily upon her blood. For the fifth time that very night, Buffy came again, clawing at Spike’s head, forcing him further down upon her…anything…everything…just to keep that wondrous feeling coming.



Eventually, he removed his fangs from her neck, licking attentively at the wound as he felt her continue to shudder around cock, her soft, melodious voice sighing out his name over and over…



Forcing his face from her neck, he lifted himself up on to his forearms, and gazed down at the creature below him.



Face flushed, lips pouty and his mark on her neck.



She was beautiful.



“Beautiful.” He murmured, momentarily nuzzling against her cheek before rising once again to simply look his fill, cooing softly at her as basked in her heat.



“Open your eyes.” He whispered huskily, his hand reaching up to brush a tendril out of her face.



Turning her head momentarily into his touch, relishing the calming cool against her heated skin. Slowly her eyes opened….



And the name she had been about to sigh died on her lips as she looked up into the eyes of a very different Vampire. She jerked back in shock, barely registering the flash of pain that now stained Angel’s eyes.



The room around her changed; no longer was she entwined in her bed but still propped up against the pile of books in the library. Willow, Xander, Giles….Angel all flashed into focus as her brain slowly caught up with reality.



Her soul ached for the dream world that had seemed so very real…so very safe…so very….true. Angel went to reach for her again, but she sprung upright, startling Xander and Willow who were chatting avidly about some TV show that had been all the rage when they’d been children.



“Ready to go, Buff?” Xander. Ever the unknowing. Once again, Buffy found herself grateful that poor, guileless Xander never quite knew what was going on until it had happened…and was constantly giving her an out from unwanted situations.



She didn’t even stop to ponder, that maybe, just maybe, he knew a bit more then he was letting on…and was doing it for her.



Willow immediately picked up on the Slayers mood, and moved to join her friend, a slight frown on her face as she watched the previously enamoured girl move away from her boyfriend’s touch.



“It is late.” The red-head concurred, silently urging the other girl to take the out.



“We should go.” Buffy completed. Then looked over to the office where Giles was still sat buried in some chronicle or compendium. “Giles! I’m gonna walk Willow home, ‘kay?” She didn’t include Xander, even though she would – not wanting to hurt any uprising manly feelings. She was a lot more careful about that since the ‘Larry’ incident – as she and Willow referred to it.



Well. She hoped she was.



“Very well, Buffy.” Giles finally emerged from hibernation, still absently scanning the pages in front of him. “I’ll see you tomorrow for training.”



Buffy groaned, rolling her eyes as her Watcher took her acquiescence for granted before bumbling back into his office.



Angel began to speak, to try and draw her back into his embrace for a moment, but she was swept away with her friends as they chatted over her head about some inane topic that he didn’t recognise.



The Vampire stood in the middle of the library, watching her go without so much as a backward glance for her boyfriend.



Watched her leave – walk out of his sphere.



His space.



His life?



Something had changed. Ever since that night in the bronze. At first he’d thought it was the shock and fear of meeting a Master vampire after the fiasco last year.



But more and more he was feeling that there was something else that he was missing.



Something big.



With a rueful shake of his head, he disappeared up into the stacks and out into the cool night’s air.



TBC....

A/N: Reviews are nice and make me smile :)