Disclaimer: Again, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is not mine and I take no credit for the characters. I don’t own them. I would, however, like a Spike on a leash with honey and whipped cream optional.

Author’s note: Big thanks to my wonderful readers. ‘Seven Days’ has just won the ‘Most Original Plot’ award at the Burst Into Flame awards.

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The First Night


Laughter turned into kisses. Kisses became passionate again. But the passion wasn’t violent this time. Buffy’s skin sang and begged for Spike’s touch, and he was happy to oblige.

His hands wandered everywhere, stroking and caressing her body. Spike cupped her breasts, then rolled the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Buffy moaned and shifted underneath him. His member had been buried inside her since their first go and she could feel him growing hard again.

Buffy’s hands began to roam his body, wanting to touch and memorize every detail of him. Buffy was sure that no matter how much time passed she would never forget his lips, which were now trailing soft, tender kisses down her neck while one of his hands wandered further down her body to where they were joined. He rubbed her clit, and Buffy gasped, her body jerking underneath him in pleasure and surprise. She was somehow getting even wetter, and Buffy marveled at how much the slightest touch from Spike could always affect her.

Spike was definitely hard now; his cock was throbbing inside of her. Buffy placed insistent hands on his shoulders and pushed him over onto his back. They rolled off of the cot together, but neither of them seemed to notice.

Buffy studied every inch of him, basking in the look of complete adoration on his face. She squeezed her muscles around him and grinned in wicked enjoyment as Spike’s eyes closed and he drew in a sharp breath. She sat up slowly, straddling his hips and placing her hands on his shoulders as she brought her hips up so his shaft left her body inch by excruciating inch. She then she lowered herself again just as slowly, throwing her head back and moaning out loud as she felt him fill her again.

She felt Spike’s hands move to her legs, then up to her hips, where they rested, squeezing and guiding as she began to ride him. She kept a slow pace at first, closing her eyes as she took his entire length into her body again and again.

Feeling his grip tighten on her hips, Buffy opened her eyes. She needed to see him. There was a time that she couldn’t look him in the eyes for very long. His face was always so expressive, always showing his every thought and emotion. Now Buffy needed to see that emotion, his love and need for her, and his passion.

Opening her eyes, Buffy gazed down at Spike’s face. Though his eyes were clouded and half closed, the devotion and love were easy to see. His lips were parted, his mock-breaths heavy.

Their eyes met again and Buffy had to lean down and kiss him. She couldn’t stand for them to be even the least bit apart. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest as she quickened her pace, pushing against his shoulders for leverage. Spike moved one hand from her hip and traced his fingers through her hair, then gripped a handful of it while his tongue battled hers. Buffy soon had to pull away just to breathe. She gasped, her body trembling in pleasure as she rode him, but while their lips were parted her eyes never left his.

His voice was soft when he asked her: “Are you here with me?”

Buffy remembered those words. He had asked her something very similar the night after he had held her and given her strength.

She kissed him again, then pulled back to nibble on his bottom lip before tracing her fingertips over his sharp cheekbones. “I am. There’s no one else I’d rather be with.”

Spike pulled her down for another kiss, his tongue tracing across her lips before thrusting into her mouth. He began to raise his hips every time she descended on him, sending his cock deeper into her body with each stroke. He pulled away from the kiss again, leaving her breathless as he trailed small kisses along her jaw, below her ear and down her neck.

His hand wandered across one of her breasts as she gasped and panted in pleasure. He had quickened the pace for her, thrusting up into her harder, using the hand on her hip to guide her and quicken her pace. He then pushed her back up so her breasts bounced and shook temptingly above his face. He took a nipple into his mouth and enjoyed her sharp moan of pleasure.

Fingers wandering, Spike finally reached between them and between her soft folds, finding her throbbing clit. Buffy gave a sharp gasp, her eyes wide. She threw her head back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she gave a half scream of pleasure. He rubbed her nub teasingly while he thrust firmly up into her body, and soon he was feeling her muscles spasm against his member as she shook in orgasm.


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They had made love for hours.

That’s how Buffy saw it now. They weren’t just screwing senselessly, or fucking one another until they couldn’t move. They had made love again and again. The sun had already set hours before.

Raising her head from Spike’s motionless chest, she took time to take stock of the damage. Considering some of their past escapades, the damage wasn’t all that horrible. They had broken the cot their first time, then rolled onto the concrete floor where they could do less damage. There was a massive dent in the washing machine from when Spike had bent her over it and taken her from behind. There was a shelf that had been ripped away and everything on it scattered when Spike had taken her against the wall and she had grabbed something to keep her steady, and then yanked it out when she had reached another orgasm.

Her body still had small aftershocks now and then, and a delightful shiver went through her at the memory of how savage and needful the two of them had been.

Spike had felt her shiver and brought the blanket up to her shoulders, covering her carefully before continuing to stroke her back. Buffy smiled, happily letting him take care of her comfort. They were on the mattress of the destroyed cot, which was now on the concrete floor. Spike had been getting reacquainted with her body using just his fingertips and Buffy was beginning to slowly drift off into sleep.

“Did I die?”

The question brought Buffy awake instantly and her body stiffened, her heart racing. She knew he could hear it, but she gave a small laugh. “What?”

He kissed the top of her head, then brushed her hair off of her neck and let his fingertips stroke the bare flesh gently. “I think I’ve somehow found myself in heaven.”

Buffy smiled softly, relief flooding her body and allowing her to relax again so she could take on a more casual tone. “Heaven is a basement in my house, hah?”

Spike kissed her forehead, and then brushed his lips gently over her closed eyelids before laying his head back and allowing himself to rest. “Heaven is wherever you are.”

Tears threatened to spill from Buffy’s eyes. She wrapped an arm around him, listening to the silence as she waited for him to drift off into sleep. She wanted to watch him sleep…she hadn’t done that since that night he had held her in comfort, but she had never done so after they were together. Their first night they had both practically passed out from exhaustion, but after that she had never let them sleep together after sex…

…Which was why she was taken completely by surprise when she began to hear a low rumble in his chest. Frowning, she wondered if Spike was growling from some sort of nightmare. She listened carefully, placing a hand on his chest and keeping her ear pressed against it. It began to turn into a steady vibration, like steady breathing.

Her eyes widened. She lifted her head and listened to the noise without her ear pressed against him. She used a hand to cover her mouth before she burst out into helpless giggles.

Her vampire lover was purring.