Book Two:



"First taste...."



Three nights later…





The past few days had passed excruciatingly slowly, in a depressing, confused haze for the blonde Slayer. But the nights? Oh, the nights…



They’d been amazing, wonderful…perfect.



Buffy rolled her eyes at her self bull-shitting thoughts as she continued to walk through one of Sunnydale’s many, many cemeteries, twiddling a stake as she went.



Ever since the ‘library incident’, as the Slayer now referred to the unwarranted dream, she had, by sheer force of will if nothing else, point blank refused to have to…endure any similar dreams again. And it had worked. And she had had two nice, quiet night’s sleep.



Two very alone, very boring nights.



No cool hands skimming over her hot, flushed skin. No soft lips brushing themselves against her taught berry nipples. No heated, soul-searching kisses burning her to her very depths…



And definitely no magical entry into her still vamp-proof room. She had even gone as far as to check this fact was still true by dragging a vampire she’d come across on patrol home with her and throwing him at her open bedroom window.



The smelly prick had bounced off the still very much erect barrier, and Buffy had dusted him as expected, seemingly pleased with this revelation. But something inside her died a little at the knowledge that all it had been was truly a dream.



A very disturbing, mind-boggling, orgasmic dream – but a dream, none the less.



Her musings were cut short when a meter in front of her a fledgling rose from his grave, slowly.



Very slowly.



Buffy stood, absently tapping her toe as she waited for him to get out – unwilling to assist him in case she got goop on her new boots – the ground looked wet, and these things were new, she wasn’t gonna be the one to explain another ruined pair of shoes to her mother.



But damn, he was taking a long time about it!



“Can we hurry it up please? I have other places to be!” Buffy whined impatiently, tapping her stake against her other hand.



The new vampire growled at her, low and dangerous as he finally rose from the soil, shaking it off his clothes.



Buffy just rolled her eyes in a patent teenage way.



That didn’t sit too well with the newbie, who was obviously expecting a great deal of fear at his animalistic display. He roared, and charged at the infuriating girl.



Big mistake.



Not only was he young, but he was unsteady on his feet from the dig. Kick, punch, thrust and all he was, was dust in the wind…



Buffy waved her hand in front of her, half-wishing that she could have a proper challenge – then she remembered. Spike. The Master Vampire. Angelus’ childer…and, the ‘library incident’.



She hadn’t seen Angel since that night in the library. Not that that was unusual, even before Spike had come crashing into town. Whole weeks would go by where she wouldn’t see her boyfriend, not even once. Something told Buffy that that didn’t sound like a good thing – less ‘mysterious boyfriend of the night’, more ‘lazy, inattentive boyfriend of the night’!



“I mean, what kind of relationship is it where the two involved only see each other like twice a month?!”



Buffy hadn’t realised she had spoken out loud until a low sardonic voice answered her from somewhere in the shadows of the graveyard.



“No clue, ducks. Wanna come sit on my lap while we talk it out?”



“Spike.” Buffy said flatly, even as her senses were going haywire by his sudden appearance. She hid it, as always, behind bravado. “Ready to die?”



The vampire laughed, his deep baritone sending shivers down her spine and reminding her of a night and a dream she had tried so hard to forget. She watched as he took a long drag of his cigarette before stubbing it underneath his heavy boot. Obviously unconcerned, he released the stream of smoke in a steady pulse above both their heads before he spoke, ever the appearance of nonchalance.



“That’s so funny, I swear I was just thinking the same thing.”



“I don’t think so, Spike.” She practically spat his name, as though it was something dirty.



He smiled, he liked it.



“Oh, I think so, pet.” And with that he threw himself into the fray with an uppercut to her chin which she easily avoided.



She spun round, and smacked him hard in the temples with a high round-house kick. He staggered back momentarily, but was soon up and back with a vicious hit to her solar plexus which she had stupidly left open so that she could flick her hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes.



As they continued to fight, their banter reached new extremes until Spike said something that had both of them motionless.



“So, pet, been dreaming much lately?”



Buffy stopped, barely noticing that Spike was doing the same and looking like he was wondering where the hell that came from. “What did you say?” She whispered; shock plain on her face even as adrenalin and lust continued to rage through her veins from the fight.



“I…” Spike started shakily then paused as he regained control over his emotional standing, watching the Slayer carefully, taking in her flushed body and wide eyes. He inhaled deeply, then growled as the scent of her arousal – the exact same scent as that which had rendered him so enthralled in the damn dream – rushed into his senses and he felt himself harden further.



He smirked cockily. “You been dreamin’ ‘bout me then, pet?”



“In your dreams.” She hissed, then rolled her eyes at her inane insult.



She watched as he pointedly sniffed the air then grinned, and she blushed furiously as her brain caught up with what he must be scenting. With a growl of her own she charged, her fury at what was happening and the feeling of her control over the situation slipping fuelled her anger.



Spike had about a millisecond to allow his eyebrows to raise in shock before he was wrestled to the ground by 90lbs of very pissed off Slayer. Hastily shaking off his shock, he finally managed to break her rain of punches by flipping her beneath him. But he wasn’t fast enough to keep her there and within seconds he was flat on his back an irate Slayer laying into him.



God, he wanted her.



Spike laughed, his face vamped and he growled loudly. For a moment, it stopped Buffy – if the other vampire’s growl had seemed low and threatening, than this made it pale in comparison, like a kitten to a lion, except this lion wanted more than a simple kill – but quickly she regained herself, although not before Spike had managed to gain the upper hand in the situation and rolled her firmly beneath him. Buffy growled in frustration, what was it about this Vampire that made her loose her self control, that had her forget who she was and what he was when he was with her?



Before either could make a further move, she felt the grass squidge a little beneath her, then groan and begin to give way. Her eyes widened when they met his as true realisation of the circumstances began to set in.



*Oh, no.*



“Spi-” Her voice was cut off into a shriek as the two suddenly plummeted down the embankment they had managed to wrestle towards.



Grass, mud and bark had all given way for the destructive path of a fighting Slayer and Master Vampire – and now they were suffering for it. And were now covered in it as they tumbled down the hill still wrapped together, like little snowballs picking up snow…’cept they were picking up mud.



Finally, they reached the bottom, spread out in star shapes, Buffy on the bottom, Spike half on top of her. Both of them, head to toe, slicked in mud and God knew only what!



For a moment they both lay there, still in shock. And then, the first giggle came. Then the second, and soon they were in full fledged hysterics as tears poured down their dirt-streaked faces as they took in their situation and the hilarity of it.



“Some warriors we are!” Spike laughed, reaching up to wipe a mud-thick piece of hair away from Buffy’s face.



“Oh, God, I hope no one walks by!” Buffy continued to laugh, in turn lifting her hand to return the favour, as she smoothed back his now brown hair from his forehead. “So this is you au natural, eh?” She tried to ask with a straight face, but a giggle escaped her lips.



“Hey! Glass houses pet – I know you’re not a natural blonde!”



The casual comment served to remind them both of their dreams, and slowly the laughter ebbed from their faces, leaving them simply staring into each others’ eyes.



A minute, an hour, millennia went by but still they continued to gaze at each other, unaware and uncaring of their situation, their station, or their surroundings.



And then, as if unable to stop themselves, they both leaned in and their mouths met for their first true kiss. Both groaned as they took in the taste of the other on their tongue – so much more powerful and potent then that which they had experienced those two nights ago.



Their hands dug into the other’s hair in order to hold their mouth more forcefully to their own. Limbs slid easily over each other, rubbing and caressing, tantalising and memorising as their tongues did the same.



The whole world seemed to slip away as they lost themselves in their lust-filled haven. Even as their mouths opened to take deep life-giving breaths, their lips never once left each other – so determined were they to stay together.



To never be apart – for all eternity.



But it was not to be.



A car horn screamed loudly in the road nearby, causing them to jolt from their seemingly never-ending kiss.



“Buffy…” Spike whispered almost reverently, as he leant down to steal another kiss.



But as his lips touched hers for the second time, something within her seemed to wake and she cried out in obvious horror, pushing him from her. Jumping to her feet, she momentarily stared down at the Vampire who still lay in the mud and her hand flew to her mouth. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to remove the kiss, or keep it safe for all eternity.



Embarrassment, anger and guilt scorched out the last semblance of lust from her eyes, and without a word she turned and ran.








TBC In..."Out of Time....The Wrong Day"

A/N: Still with me?