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Sixth Chapter Written by BTL, beta’d by Ariel Dawn.

AN: First, I want to apologize for the long wait! But it’s here, finally! Hopefully this chapter will make up for the long wait. And yes, sadly this is the last chapter. Also, if you don’t like Angel bashing, skip the last part of this chapter.

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X AD, Opal, & BTL


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Part 6
There’s Something About Angel

By BloodyTearsOfLife
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Buffy really couldn’t help the flutter in her stomach. Spike was staring at her so expectantly and there was a vulnerability in his eyes she couldn’t help but see. He’d already surprised her by not returning to the snarky, stick-foot-in-mouth Spike before their last set, didn’t she owe him the same?

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving,” Buffy replied, her stomach choosing the perfect moment to rumble and she gave a small laugh.

“Then food it is,” Spike replied, taking her hand in his and dragging her over to his bike that he had stashed by the bushes earlier.

Neither one said a word as Spike hooked his bag on the back and then mounted the bike, Buffy squeezing in behind him, careful to drape her skirt so it didn’t get caught up.

“So, where to?” Spike asked as he started up the motorcycle and put up the kickstand.

“Hmm…how about you just drive and then I’ll pick whatever catches my eye,” Buffy answered, securing her purse on her shoulder before curling her arms around Spike’s torso. I could definitely get use to this, she thought as she cuddled up against Spike, his lean hips held snuggly between her legs.

Spike gave a quiet purr in pleasure, revving the bike and zipping off with a stretch of burnt rubber. The sound, the excitement, caused Buffy to squeal and tighten her grip, which he didn’t mind in the least. He could feel her heart pounding against his back as he weaved through the quiet street of Sunnydale, her arms a band of warmth as they rested on his stomach.

Buffy reveled in the feel of her hair whipping out behind her, as Spike’s flapping duster shielded her from most of the cold wind. They’d only traveled a small distance before she scooted up and tucked her chin into his shoulder, placing her mouth next to his ear.

“There’s that little diner up ahead. Stop there,” she ordered. It was the only place she knew had good food and would be open at this hour. She’d been frequenting it for a while.

Spike was torn between pretending not to hear her, so she could stay curled up behind him longer, and carrying out what she said so he could get her fed and in the mood for other activities. He finally lulled the bike to a slow roll and pulled up next to the curb. He knocked down the kickstand and turned the motor off.

Buffy hoisted herself off and waited until Spike was off too before heading into the empty, dimly lit diner. She seated herself at a booth on the right and surprised Spike by pulling him down next to her instead of insisting he sit on the other side.

He raised an eyebrow at her, silently voicing his question.

“There’s only one menu,” she tried to reason, picking up the sole menu on the table and ignoring the one tucked behind the napkin holder.

Spike gave her a little grin before shedding his duster and tossing it on the other side of the booth. He carefully draped one arm around Buffy and was pleased when she settled next to him.

“What do you fancy love?”

“I believe that’s my question,” someone interrupted.

Spike turned, ready to tell whomever it was to bugger off but stopped as Buffy squeezed his hand.

“Hey Millie,” Buffy greeted the older waitress. “Can I get my usual?”

“Sure thing hun. Glad to see you back around. What about your…friend?” Millie said, eying the platinum blonde she hadn’t seen before.

“No, I’m fine, but thanks pet,” Spike answered.

“I’ll say so,” Millie mumbled as she scribbled on her pad. “I’ll be right back in a minute.” Millie gave Buffy a wink before disappearing towards the kitchen.

“The usual? You come here often Slayer?” Spike asked once he’d turned to look back at her.

“Hey! Slaying works up an appetite. Not my fault I get hungry in the middle of patrol. This is the only place that’s open and has good food,” she explained.

“Could work up another appetite if you like,” Spike rumbled against her neck. He was rewarded with a giggle as the slayer squirmed to get away from him.

They spent their time waiting for the food cuddling, Buffy babbling about all the things she planned to do with her money. Buffy was playfully slapping away Spike’s hand that was trying to worm its way under her dress when the doors to the kitchen opened.

“Stop, food’s here,” Buffy said, her eyes locked on the approaching food.

Spike turned to see Millie already coming back, plates balanced expertly on her hands. She put the plates piled with food down, along with a tall glass of orange juice.

“Anything else I can get you two?” the waitress asked.

“No, I think we’re good. Thanks Millie,” Buffy responded, already tucking into her food.

The waitress left without another word, leaving the two alone again.

“You plan on eating all this by yourself Slayer?” Spike asked skeptically, as he looked over the various plates of food.

“Watch me.”

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Buffy slunk down into the booth’s cushion, her arm sitting on top of her full stomach as she watched Spike finish the last of her stack of pancakes.

It had been cute through the whole meal, Spike sneaking bites from her and even at one point stealing the fork from her and feeding her. This was what she missed, just being with someone without anything else getting in the way. She guessed being dead had made her value things like this more. It had shown her that life was short and she needed to grab onto happiness anywhere she could find it.

When Spike looked back at her, she surprised him by grabbing his face between her hands and kissing him. Her tongue swept between his lips, his mouth tasting sweet with syrup. With one last nip at his lips, she pulled back. His eyes were soft as he looked at her.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?” he mumbled, his hand coming up to brush her hair back from her face.

“For everything. For taking care of Dawn, for helping patrol, for being there tonight. I don’t think I could have done that,” she waved her hand, afraid to actually describe what they had been paid to do, “tonight, if it hadn’t been you.”

“The pleasure was all mine pet,” he murmured back, kissing her lips gently. “How about we get out of here, get you some kip?”

“I’m not sure what kip is but sleep sounds lovely right about now,” Buffy replied.

They were out of the diner in a flash, Spike tossing a couple bills on the table and Buffy waving bye to Millie as she was pulled out the door. She soon found herself tucked behind Spike again as he raced through town, eventually turning onto her street and easing the motorcycle up the driveway.

He killed the motor with a flick of his wrist and let her dismount before setting the kickstand down and getting off. Buffy grabbed his hand and began pulling the astonished vamp towards the front door. He raised an eyebrow at her as she took her keys out of her backpack. She didn’t answer his unspoken question and simply opened the door and tugged him in behind her before closing it.

“Just a sec,” she whispered to him, too aware of how quiet the house was.

She tiptoed over to the desk in the living room and opened a drawer, putting the money she’d earned in it. She turned to look at Spike as his envelope dropped into the drawer too.

“Spike, I couldn’t--” she started, but was cut off by his finger on her lips.

“Shh, none of that love. It was for you anyways,” Spike whispered.

Buffy gave him a grateful smile and leaned up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. Without another word, she took up his hand again and began leading him upstairs. He didn’t speak until she had closed the door to her room behind them.

“Buffy, we don’t…you don’t…” He gave tiny growl at not being able to get what he wanted out.

“What Spike?” she looked up sweetly at him.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to do this of because of what happened tonight,” he admitted softly.

“I know,” was her simple reply before she turned towards her dresser. She opened a drawer and tossed him something over her shoulder. His quick reflexes caught it and found it to be a pair of her sweats.

So busy trying to figure out what it all meant, he didn’t realize she was undressing until he heard the soft fall of her dress on the floor. He looked up to see her clad in only a long shirt. Not paying him any mind, she folded down the sheets on the bed and began to slide in, looking back at him to see him still immobile where she’d thrown the sweats at him.

“If you don’t want to stay, I understand,” she whispered before turning away from him and laying down, curling herself into a small ball.

Did she think he was rejecting her?

Spike had never undressed so fast in his unlife. The sweats were on him in a split second. Even faster he was getting in the bed and sliding in behind her, taking a deep breath as her scent filled him. It still amazed him how small she was when so much strength was housed within her. He pulled her towards him with a smile, her small frame fit perfectly against him, his arm curling around her waist possessively.

“I was worried there for a second,” she admitted quietly.

“About what?” Spike asked, burying his head into neck.

“That maybe you’d leave.”

Spike never remembered hearing her voice sound so small. He pulled his head up, looking at her downcast eyes.

“I’d never leave you.”

She looked at him then, her eyes somehow luminous in the dark of the room.

“Promise?”

Spike began reaching for her, trying to tell her without words that’d he’d never leave her. She was already turned towards him, her lips seeking out his; when they connected, nothing else mattered.

Her kisses were almost frantic, her hands desperately clinging to him, as if to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. He pulled away from her mouth and kissed along her jaw line until he reached her ear.

“I’m right here Buffy. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He kissed the spot just below her ear before returning his lips to hers, his hand coming up to rest in the golden locks that he adored. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before adding more pressure. He slowly worked her mouth open and his tongue stole inside, tasting the sweet recesses of her mouth.

The hands that were once clinging to him now explored the smooth expanse of his back, tracing the lines of the muscles they found there. Buffy nibbled on his lips as he raised himself up and used his body to push her onto her back, her legs opening to allow him to lay between them.

The blankets were flung off the bed as Spike sat up, causing Buffy’s eyes to snap open. He took a moment to look at her, her hair wild around her head, lips swollen, and her hazel eyes wide as she stared at him, fighting to control her breathing.

He leaned forward to give her a reassuring kiss and then slinked back down, stopping only when his head became level with the source of the tantalizing smell of her arousal. His hands moved down her legs, coming to rest lightly on her knees. Keeping his touch feather light, he trailed his hands up, catching her shirt and pushing it higher as his hands traveled.

A pair of simple white lace panties were revealed as Buffy lifted up her hips when the shirt’s progress halted. With his mouth and lips, Spike traced the outline of her underwear, giving her a light nip at the hollows of her hips, hearing her heart pick up.

He continued making his way up her body, nuzzling the silky planes of her stomach, his hands resuming their ghost like touch. His hands had barely brushed over her breasts when Spike found himself knocked over and spread out, one aroused Slayer straddling him.

Buffy gave him a wicked grin before bypassing his mouth and going straight for his neck. She nibbled across it, soon coming to the scars on his neck and set her teeth into it. His breath went out in a hiss, his hips jerking against the air. She gave a quiet chuckle and worked her way down his chest as her fingernails scratched over his nipples, the vibration of his growls doing wondrous things to her body.

She finally came face to face with the tented area of the sweats he was wearing and looked up to see Spike watching her expectantly, waiting to see what she had planned.

Raking her nails lighting down his sides, she hooked her fingers inside the waistband and tugged the sweats down, Spike lifting himself up to help her. She tossed them over her shoulder and then let her eyes land on the thing she’d been wondering about for a while.

His erection jutted out from a thatch of dark curls, now free from its confines. She gave him a lick from bottom to top and was rewarded with a curse from Spike, his hands digging into the mattress. Next, she brushed her mouth over the lines of his pubic bone, allowing her teeth to scrape against it, but evaded the area where he really wanted her attention.

“Please love,” Spike begged through clenched teeth. Never in a million years did he ever think Buffy would go down on him.

Buffy wrapped one hand around the base of his cock, gave it a sure squeeze, and then slid her hand up and back down. She gave the belled head a lick as her hand continued its up and down motion. Soon her hand strokes grew shorter as she took more of Spike into her mouth. She enjoyed the feel and taste of him in her mouth, and the power she had over him as he babbled out a slew of praises at her.

Her teeth lightly grazed him on her down stoke and she abruptly pulled away at his louder, groaned, curse.

“I didn’t hurt--” she began but Spike cut her off.

“Oh gods no,” he rushed out, his voice breathless, forcing his eyes open to look at her. He nearly groaned at the sight of her kneeling between his legs, hand wrapped around his cock, her lips glistening. “Felt bloody good, so good love.”

She gave him a skeptical look and tentatively took him back into her mouth. After working up her rhythm again, she let her teeth scrape the tiniest bit against him, this time she soothed it with her tongue as she came up. Spike’s babble of praises grew even more frenzied and she took it as a sign that she was doing well.

Buffy worked him up to a high pitch, his mouth moving open and shut as his hands balled up in the sheets, every muscle clenched tight. She gave one good pull on him with her mouth, her nails scratching gently against his balls and she felt him tighten up.

“Buffy, love, I’m gonna…” Spike trailed off as he gave a loud roar and exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed as best as she could and let her shirt catch what her mouth couldn’t. Before she could lick him clean, Spike had slammed her on her back, ripping the clothes from her body, his mouth latching onto hers.

“Christ Buffy, what you did. You have no idea what you do to me, “ he groaned against her mouth as his hands found her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

“I think I have a good idea,” she answered breathlessly as her hand reached down to encircle his already hard cock.

Spike traced a finger down her body, dipping it between her slick folds before giving her clit a teasing rub, Buffy whimpering against his administrations.

“Spike, in me, now,” she ordered.

He covered her mouth with his and gave one hard thrust of his hips, sheathing himself fully inside her. They each caught the other’s moan at the sensation of being joined, Spike sure he was going to die on the spot from her intense heat and Buffy from the intense pleasure.

There was nothing gentle about Spike’s thrust as he moved in and out of her, hips smacking against each other with bruising force. They’d both waited too long and had enough teasing. Buffy’s nails dug half crescent moons into Spike’s back and he held her hips in a death grip, both sure that if they let go they’d float away from the pleasure that was flowing through their bodies.

Spike gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back as Buffy’s channel pulsated around him, her heat sinking right through him, burning him from the inside out. He tilted her hips in his hands, earning a new moan from Buffy as his cock rubbed against a new spot inside her.

Buffy laved kisses against Spike’s neck as she concentrated on the feelings going through her, from the way Spike filled her up, to the glide of him thrusting in and out, his pubic bone hitting her clit on every down stroke. Her skin soon flushed and she broke out in a light sweat broke as she eagerly rocked her hips against his, the pulse in her stomach growing stronger.

A flick of Spike’s thumb over her nipple and him biting down lightly over the marks where’d he’d fed from her earlier had her tumbling over the edge. That hot warmth inside exploded, spreading out over her body, bowing her body against his. She bit down on Spike’s neck to muffle the scream of pleasure and felt Spike do the same and his body gave one, two, three jerks before lying motionless on top of hers.

They both slowly let go of each other’s necks, and for a while the only sound in the room was their harsh breathing, both too content to do anything more, just enjoying the afterglow and the feel of their bodies against the others.

Buffy let a smile of contentment float over her face as Spike wearily raised his head up to look at her. His head was a mess of curls and his neck was sporting a bright red set of teeth marks, her marks.

“You okay?” he asked hesitantly.

“I think I’m more than okay, don’t you?” she answered back, squeezing her inner muscles, making them both moan as Spike jerked her hips.

He was more than able to go again but he could see the lines of tiredness around Buffy’s eyes and gently kissed her lips.

“It’s been a long day, why don’t you rest your eyes and get some sleep,” he suggested, reluctantly pulling out of her, both mourning the loss of their intimate connection.

“Mmm…sleep is of the good,” Buffy mumbled, already feeling her eyelids drooping.

Spike rolled onto his back and Buffy draped herself over him, her head pillowed on his shoulder and a leg intertwined with his. Spike reached over the side of the bed and pulled the covers up and over them, Buffy snuggling closer as he did so.

“So what do you think the poof is going to say when he sees our scandalous pictures?” Spike couldn’t help but ask.

“I really don’t care,” Buffy muttered against his skin.

For Spike, sweeter words were never uttered.

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A few days later in LA…

Angel had just finished picking up his private mail, which included the latest edition of ‘Penthouse’. He scurried up to his hotel room and promptly locked himself in his bathroom, magazine eagerly clutched in his hand.

He quickly unzipped his pants as he laid the magazine out on the counter and began flipping through the pages.

It wasn’t long before he’d worked his tiny self up and had himself half way to happy land.

And that’s when he saw it.

Buffy was leaned over a tombstone as Spike pressed intimately against her from behind, his fangs descending on Buffy’s neck. And what was that in her hand? A condom! A vampire condom at that!

Buffy must have been thralled, that was the only explanation. She had to be under Spike’s control. No way would his sweet, innocent Buffy do anything like that, and especially not with Spike.

Angel hastily stuffed himself back into his pants and gave the zipper a fast pull up, not realizing he hadn’t gotten himself all the way tucked in. Tears sprang to his eyes as he looked down to see the small pockets of flesh between the zipper. The pain of it made him dizzy and he fell back, hitting his head on the edge of the toilet and effectively knocking him out.

Which was exactly how Cordelia and the gang found him later.

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The End