Two


A/N: The third and final chapter will be up tomorrow. But I'm already working on another fic...

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She hurried home, bursting through the door and closing it behind her as she called out for her sister.

“Dawn?! Dawn?!”

“In here,” came Dawn’s voice from the kitchen and she raced through into the room, stopping when she spotted the other person in the room.

“Tara!” she exclaimed, slightly confused as to what the blonde witch was doing in her kitchen, seeming to be occupied making pancakes.

“Erm, Tara stayed with me last night,” Dawn explained and Buffy turned back to her, remembering her previous worry. She caught her sister by the arms, looking her over intently.

“Are you okay? Were you alone? I’m so sorry, I got stuck and… Are you definitely okay?”

“I’m fine,” Dawn got out with a slight smile, obviously confused by her almost frantic questioning, “Willow didn’t come home either. But Tara came by and stayed with me.”

She turned now to the blonde witch.

“Thank you so much. I’m really sorry about this. I got caught up.”

“What happened?” Tara asked curiously.

“Oh, erm… there was a demon.” Well, that much was true. “Yep. Demon hunting. All night.”

“You do look roughed up,” Dawn pointed out and with a scowl Buffy smoothed her hair and tried to straighten her rumpled clothes.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“Were you with Spike?”

All she really heard was the vampire’s name and her head shot up, wide eyes fixed on her sister.

“What? Why would I be with Spike?!”

Dawn gave her a strange look, as if she had grown another head.

“Well, you do patrol together. I thought he might have helped with the demon hunting.”

“Erm, yeah. Sure,” she mumbled, darting a sheepish look at the silent witch. Nice way not to look suspicious, she thought to herself.



Having now ascertained that her sister was fine and had come to no harm in the night, she could relax. She settled onto a chair and let out a little moan as her sore body protested.

“Are you hurt?” Dawn asked worriedly, hovering over her.

“I’m fine,” she answered with a grimace of pain as she shifted her legs, “Just… sore. From the demon hunting,” she added quickly.

Dawn gave her another strange look and smiled slightly.

“Did you hit your head? You’re acting strange.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated, pushing herself to her feet once more as she experienced the need to get away from her sister’s probing, “I’m gonna go wash up. Then I need to go back out again.”

“Why?”

She paused, glancing at the witch and then turning back to her sister.

“Well, err… Spike got stuck when the sun came up. I said I’d bring him some things.”

“Wow, you’ve definitely hit your head,” Dawn commented with a laugh and turned to the counter as Tara placed a plate of pancakes in front of her.

Frowning slightly at her sister’s implication, she left the room and headed up the stairs to her room. She stripped off her clothes as quickly as she could and went into the bathroom, looking forward to a nice, hot shower after a night spent sleeping among dusty bricks.



She turned the shower on and climbed in, letting out a sigh of content as the warm water cascaded over her sore skin. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting the water run over her face. She braced one hand against the wall and just let herself enjoy the feeling of the water running over her bare skin. With that thought though, she found the image of long, cold fingers running over her skin popping into her head and she gave a little smile.

In the safety of her shower, she began to reminisce on the night before, picturing blonde hair and strong hands. She could almost feel his hands on her, his cool mouth against her skin and her lips parted with the image. She could see his pale, taut skin before her now and she bit her lip as a naughty smile crossed her face. She had often imagined what might lie under all the black clothing in moments of idle fantasy – not that she would ever have admitted it – and had been pleasantly surprised by what she had found. He was all sculpted muscle and soft skin and, oh, the taste of him…

She was blushing now and she smiled to herself, shaking her head slightly at her silliness. She could see the broad expanse of his chest before her closed eyes, skin so unbelievably unmarred, too perfect for a hunter. Perhaps it had been that which had made her wish to mark him. And she had done a good job: using teeth and nails and fingers to dig into his soft flesh as she clung to him, being swept away on a river of pleasure.



He hadn’t done a bad job either, she realised, as her hand swept over a tender spot on her arm. She opened her eyes and looked down at her body, peppered with bruises and lovebites, and couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. She had been wild last night, begging him for everything he could give her- and she was still recovering. The promise she had long read in those bright eyes had been more than fulfilled through the dark hours of the night as he tortured her with pleasure, leaving her sore, but satiated in a way she couldn’t remember ever being before.

But what would happen now? They could never be boyfriend and girlfriend: the thought alone seemed ridiculous. But now she had had a small taste, she found she was already an addict, her body craving for his next touch. There was no way she could give up what she had found. So she wouldn’t- she’d find a way to make it work.

The water of the shower had grown cold in the meantime and although it helped to soothe her now-flushed skin, it was getting unpleasantly cold now and she turned it off. She wrapped a towel around herself and stopped in front of the mirror, inspecting her image. She couldn’t help but notice that for the first time in a long time, she didn’t look tired, ill. Her skin was glowing and her cheeks were flushed with colour. There was definitely no way she could give up what she had found.



She dressed quickly, feeling a little guilty that she had got the pleasure of a hot shower while Spike remained trapped in that house. She primped in front of the mirror for perhaps a little longer than necessary, but finally made her way down the stairs. Dawn gave her an amused grin when she announced she was going out again and she quickly left the house.

She had a few stops to make but soon she was in the centre of town again, heading through the alleyways to the house. When she reached the house, she smiled as she noticed that it still looked almost normal from the outside. She stepped inside though and was surrounded by beams and fallen brickwork. It still astonished her to think that they had brought the house down with their passion, but she soon forgot that as she got that tingle at the back of her neck that alerted her to Spike’s closeness. She dropped down into the lower part of the house and found him perched on a beam, still just in his jeans, smoking. He looked up as she dropped to the ground and she saw a mixture of surprise and pleasure in his expression.

“Hey,” she got out softly, averting her eyes as his expression changed to one of tender affection.

“You came back.”

“I said I would,” she answered somewhat defensively and he smiled.

“So you did.”

She moved towards him then and held out the two bags in her hands.

“Supplies,” she mumbled as he took them.



He went through the first bag and pulled out the clothes she had retrieved from his crypt with a raised eyebrow. She shrugged awkwardly, perching on a large slab of ceiling and drawing her knees up to her chin as she watched him. He then went through the second bag and pulled out the bags of blood and random selection of junk food she had obtained.

“I know you don’t really eat, but I thought you might want something other than blood,” she explained with another shrug, averting his eyes as they fixed on her. He was silent for a long time, but finally she heard the bags rustle as he moved again.

“Thanks, love.”

“It’s nothing,” she murmured, flashing him a shy smile.

He moved from his perch then and came to sit beside her, his eyes on her the whole time. She finally forced herself to meet his eyes and he smiled softly, one hand grazing over her shoulder.

“You’re all clean and bouncy,” he murmured, his mouth at her ear, sending a shiver through her as his fingers caught the ends of her hair.

“That doesn’t mean I need dirtying up again,” she remarked and he pulled back a little way, laughing. She couldn’t help but smile and he shook his head, leaning back on his hands.

“Didn’t have to bring me anything,” he commented, nodding towards the bags, “Surprised you came back at all, really.”

“I won’t do anything for you ever again if it’s so much of a shock.”

He smiled and leaned forward, his breath brushing over her neck as he ran one hand up her arm.

“Now that’s a cruel threat. Know plenty of things you could do…”

She raised her eyes to his and he smirked, eyes shining, only inches from her. They held each other’s gazes for a long time and then they moved as one, mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.



And she was lost again. Forgotten, her changed clothes and her recent shower. All she wanted was to feel his skin against hers again and she tugged him to her, pressing herself against him as he lowered her back onto the slab. She struggled with his belt as he inched up her skirt, letting out a low chuckle as he uncovered her skin, his mouth breaking from hers and resting against her neck as he swept teasing fingers over her thigh.

“Couldn’t wait for more, eh, Slayer?” he whispered.

She could only moan against him and she dragged his mouth back to hers as she pulled at his belt with one hand. It finally came undone and she unzipped him, her hand wrapping around him and making him moan. His hand buried in her hair as his tongue clashed with hers, setting every nerve ending on fire. He thrust into her with one sharp movement and she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, arching her back as his mouth moved to her collarbone, his free hand slipping under the flimsy top and cupping her.

Forgotten was the unyielding floor as she succumbed to him, relishing every touch he bestowed upon her, silently begging him for more. This was passion like nothing she had ever felt before: hot and insistent, burning away inside her, assuaged momentarily only to return with his touch. She really was an addict. He hooked his hand under her leg, spreading her, and she cried out, nails digging into his biceps as they moved together. He twisted his hips and she moaned loudly, head falling back. His mouth dropped to her neck and she could feel the blunt edges of his teeth against her. Marking her once more.

She couldn’t care less though as she suddenly rocketed into pleasure, crying out his name as her body convulsed. He thrust once, twice, and then collapsed against her, barely supporting himself on his elbows.



She was breathless and pleasantly sore and she ran her fingers over his arms and shoulders lazily, one leg twined around his hip.

“You’re gonna kill me, Slayer.”

“I’m going to kill you?!” she retorted, “You’re not the one with their back on a stone floor.”

He raised his head and frowned.

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. Wasn’t really noticing it at the time,” she commented with a coy smile and he smirked, moving against her and making her gasp.

“No?”

She shook her head and leant up to kiss him, one hand resting on the back of his neck. He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his breath on her face.

“Glad you brought that blood now,” he murmured, “Need the replenishment.”

“Well, if it’s all going to be flowing south…” she teased and he gave her a leer before finally shifting to lie beside her, jeans still open. They lay there in a halfway comfortable silence for a few minutes and she turned to look at her watch lazily.

“Wow, that’s wasted, like, twenty minutes. It’s still about eight hours ‘til sundown.”

The vampire laughed and she smiled, moving her head and resting it hesitantly against his bare chest – after all, it was more comfortable than the floor. One hand settled on her back and she relaxed, letting out a long breath as she curled up beside him.