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Chapter 3
 
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Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer isn't mine. Get over it, I have. If it belonged to me, I wouldn't be broke.

Author's notes: Many thanks to DreamsofSpike for being my wonderful beta for this story. Also, please understand that this is one of my first fanfics, so the writing is terrible, definitely not up to par. I was writing this one before I wrote Seven Days, for crying out loud. But, still, many thanks to those that do review. I suck at responding, but I always appreciate.

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Spike slammed the door to the librarian’s office shut behind him. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic place to thoroughly fuck his Dark Princess, but it wasn’t about romance. It was about reclaiming what was his.

He swept piles of books off the desk and laid Drusilla down on top of it. Her hands had slipped under his coat, and she was raking her sharp nails down his back. He leaned over her and took advantage of her torn and open top, his tongue swirling around to tease first one nipple, then the other. He bit down on one, and Drusilla squirmed in delight.

Spike reached down and unbuckled his belt, and Drusilla began to aid him, unzipping him, then insistently forcing his jeans halfway down his hips, allowing just enough room for his member to spring free. Spike shed his duster and let it pile onto the floor, the torn remains of his shirt following moments after. Drusilla moved to wrap her fingers around his shaft, but he grabbed both her hands and pinned them to the desk.

Drusilla giggled with glee. “My Spike is going to punish his bad Princess.”

He grinned wickedly in reply, then shoved her dress up around her hips, exposing bare legs and no knickers underneath.

‘Probably to make sure she’s always ready whenever Angel wants to lift up her skirts and…’ The thought caused a surge of familiar anger in Spike, but it was the first time that he could actually do something about it.

Drusilla had been right.

He *did* want to punish her.

He positioned his cock above her entrance, and without any further warning, thrust forward hard, burying himself in her soft, tight quim. Her legs tightened around him and she arched her back, crying out in a mixture of pain and surprised ecstasy. Spike let go of her hands and grabbed her hips instead, pulling her toward him each time he pounded into her with brutal force.

The desk shook and slammed against the wall. Drusilla moaned and shrieked in her pleasure and her need, as she raked her nails across Spike’s chest, leaving more scratches on his already well-carved skin. Her nails then moved down his shoulders and onto his arms, staying there, holding on for dear life while he did what he had come here to do, and fucked her into oblivion.

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“You’re right. I don’t care for this situation at all.” Giles was walking with a limp, and even after the doctors had patched him up, he still looked like he had taken a trip through a blender. Yet still, he had stubbornly refused to allow the vampires to remain unsupervised in the school, even if the school had almost no one in it at the time. “But you’re also right about the fact that we may have no other alternative.”

Xander was standing close enough to help support Giles if he was needed. The Watcher’s steps rarely faltered, but when they did, the younger man was there to help. Buffy walked close beside him on the other side, trying not to hover like a mother hen. Cordelia followed behind them, looking bored. Behind her, Oz was pushing Willow in a wheelchair that she kept insisting she didn’t need.

“I couldn’t think of anywhere else to put them,” Buffy said. “And I figured, what better place to keep an eye on them than right here in Scooby central?”

“Yes, well…” Giles looked worried. “…speaking of which, while you’re here at the school we’re going to have to make sure you remain out of sight until all this mess is cleared up. Willow, Xander, and I have already given our statements to the police, so they should not be harassing you much longer. However, there is still the matter of your expulsion, and should Principal Snyder…”

“Don’t worry,” Buffy interrupted. “I can make sure I’m not seen. But there’s another problem.”

“When isn’t there?” Cordelia piped up behind them.

All chose to ignore her.

“My mother knows,” Buffy continued sadly. “She found out I’m the Slayer.”

Silence greeted her announcement. Everyone had stopped walking to listen, and Buffy suddenly found herself feeling very much in an unwanted spotlight.

“It didn’t exactly go very well.” She swallowed, suddenly feeling a lump in her throat as she looked back on the argument. “She saw me dust a vampire, so I had to explain everything to her…and she didn’t exactly like what I had to say. I had to leave the house and…she said not to come back.”

Giles had a look of outrage on his face, but it was Willow that spoke up first.

“Buffy, that’s terrible!”

“The nerve of that woman, throwing her daughter out for saving the world…” Giles was having a rare show of temper.

“Giles,” Buffy sounded tired as she objected. “Let it go; it’s not helping”

The Watcher nodded with a sigh. “Yes, you’re right. You will need somewhere else to stay…”

“You can stay with me, Buffy,” Willow volunteered immediately.

Buffy smiled sadly at her injured but eager-to-help friend. “Thanks, Willow, but I somehow don’t think your parents will want a fugitive coming to have a sleepover.”

“We’ll sneak you into my room.” Willow had her ‘resolve face’ on. “My parents can just…well…mind their own beeswax.” She nodded firmly.

Buffy’s couldn’t help grinning a little. “Wow, Rebellious Wills.”

Willow nodded. “I’m a bad girl at heart.”

“Yes, well…” Giles pulled away from Xander and led the way down the hall. “…that’s one problem settled, then.”

The others followed behind in silence. Of course, the silence that Giles had noticed the most was from Xander. The boy who could not shut up had somehow barely said a word since the group left the hospital.

The silence gradually faded as they neared the library, and began to hear what sounded like fighting and battlecries.

“What the hell’s going on in there?” Cordelia asked.

“So much for the vamps not causing trouble,” Xander commented, suddenly breaking his record length silence.

Buffy took the lead and they all hurried toward the library. As they burst through the doors, the noises became clearer. Banging, moans and shrieks could be heard from the office. The slayer moved quickly towards the office door, just as Giles realized the nature of the sounds.

“Oh, good lord! Buffy, don’t…!”

But she had already opened the door and stepped inside. A heated scolding was already halfway to the surface, but she swallowed it when the sight of two half-naked vampires greeted her.

Spike’s lean but well-muscled body was the first thing Buffy saw. She had never seen him without the duster on, much less half-naked. Unlike his chest, his back was unmarked, the skin pale and flawless. His firm buttocks could be seen peaking over the top of his jeans, which were still pulled down around his thighs.

Drusilla was lying on her back on the desk. Her skirts were up around her hips, her bare legs wrapped around her lover and her small but shapely breasts bared to the world, her dusky nipples hardened into little peaks. Her breasts were bouncing with the force of Spike’s continued thrusts. Her head was thrown back and there was a wide smile on her face. Her hands ran through her dark disheveled hair, while everything from little whimpers to loud shrieks came from her mouth.

Neither seemed to notice Buffy’s presence.

“Oh GOD!” Buffy stared wide-eyed in shock, her face turning red with a deep blush. Her heartbeat had sped up, and she tried to ignore the strange feeling that the erotic sight before her had brought on. “Oh, gross!” She quickly closed the door to block out the sight. “Stop that! You perverts can’t do that here in the school!”

The only change to the noise in the office was the sound of a heavy book being thrown at the door, and then a loud shout of “SOD OFF!”

 
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