Day Two (Part Two)



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Sure enough, the Summers sisters’ combined potential seemed much better than expected, especially with the help of an enterprising vampire. No-one else seemed to notice the amount he had managed to slip from the bank and into the Summers’ pile of play money but Buffy noticed it – and couldn’t help but smile. Even in a game as stupid as Monopoly, he was doing his best to help her and Dawn – even if it did involve cheating. And stealing.

The next time she caught him doing it though, she caught his gaze and gave him a pointed look that drew an almost sheepish look from him. She leant over to him, glad that the gang was distracted by a story from Xander and whispered in his ear:

“Stop cheating.”

“Just giving my girls a fair chance,” he murmured, his fingers just brushing against hers and sending a shiver through her. She rolled her eyes and turned her back on him but she could feel his eyes on her – and moments later, she felt his hand stroking her back softly. She looked up guiltily, wondering if her friends had seen but they were all absorbed in the game and she relaxed again, enjoying the soft caress of his fingers over her back.

When his hand slipped under her top and his cool fingers traced over her skin, she sat up a bit straighter.

“Are you okay, Buffy?”

Her eyes snapped to Willow guiltily and then she quickly covered.

“I was just getting more comfortable,” she lied.



Five minutes later, she couldn’t take anymore and she quickly got up, startling the others.

“You know, I think we need some more candles for later. I think there were some in the bathroom,” she announced, “Will you help me, Spike?”

She saw him go to smirk but thankfully he quickly stopped himself and put on a serious expression.

“Alright.”

She darted out of the room and up the stairs and waited as he leisurely made his way upstairs and joined her in the bathroom. As soon as he got through the door, she pushed him against it, shutting it with a slam, and pressed herself against him, kissing him hungrily. He groaned and tugged her closer, one hand twisting in her hair.

Her hands fumbled with his jacket, shoving it over his shoulders impatiently and moving onto the buttons of his shirt. He slipped out of his jacket and caught her to him, spinning and slamming her against the door with a thud. She gasped but his roughness only excited her more and she dragged him close again, kissing him roughly as nimble fingers worked at his shirt. She finally freed the last button and she scrambled to pull his shirt off as he kissed her hard, tongue battling with hers. As soon as his shirt hit the floor, he lifted her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around him, clinging to him.



He stumbled back and turned, pushing her against the sink. She managed to manoeuvre herself onto the top of the unit, knocking over toiletries as she did and sending many more things to the floor as she dragged him to her again. His feet hit the edge of the unit with a loud thump but she ignored it, holding his face between her hands and kissing him as if her life depended on it.

She couldn’t get enough and when his hands slid under her top, she arched into him, arching her neck into his cool mouth.

“Spike,” she gasped, frantic hands moving to his belt.

He pulled back and tugged her top over her head in one swift motion before settling between her legs again, one arm cradling her against him as the other pulled her skirt up over her knees. She kissed him again and again, losing herself in the magic of his touch, uncaring of the noise they made.

Lost in the feel of him, arching into his touch, she threw her hands out and grabbed onto the nearest objects, tearing the shower curtain and its rail from its place and sending a mirror crashing to the floor. It all went unnoticed though, superseded by the amazing things Spike was doing to her, by the feelings and emotions that were rushing up and bubbling over. She gasped, she cried out his name and she clung to him, kissing him over and over, desperate to taste more of him.

One final piercing shriek, followed by his own loud groan, faded into silence as she slumped against him, arms wrapped loosely around him. His forehead rested against hers, his breath mingling with hers as he breathed just as heavily as her.

“God, I love you,” he murmured breathlessly.

She tightened her grip on him and shifted ever so slightly closer, not willing to break the connection between them yet. She raised her eyes to his though, taken aback at the intensity in his gaze. For once, that intensity did not scare her though: for the first time, it made her warm. She was loved. She smiled and leant forward to press a tender kiss to his lips. She felt like she was flying high and she smiled again when she pulled away, loving the way his eyes lit up as he looked at her.

“That was… amazing,” she whispered shyly.

“Too bloody right it was.”

She smiled softly and let her hands trail over his skin.



A knock at the door startled them both and wide-eyed looks flew to the door.

“Erm, Buffy?” Willow’s small voice called, “I need to use the bathroom.”

They parted quickly and she hurried to throw on her clothes as Spike did the same.

“One minute,” she called.

She turned to Spike to check that he was decent and then opened the door on her friend, blushing profusely. She went to lie but one look at Willow’s face – and the blush that was even brighter than hers – and she knew it was no good. She shuffled past her friend and down the stairs, her heart pounding in her ears. As she rounded the corner, four pairs of eyes looked up at her – three embarrassed, one apparently nonchalant – and she cringed, her face crimson with the realisation that the entire thing had been heard by all of her friends and her younger sister.

“I told you,” Anya stated, making her embarrassment complete.


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Needless to say, the rest of the evening was distinguished by a thick tension and long periods of silence. Buffy spent the whole time in a state of acute embarrassment, unable to meet the eyes of any of her friends. The few glances she dared to throw in the direction of Spike found him quieter than usual, although the one time he did catch her looking at him, he sent her a soft smile that made her skin tingle.

When he looked away again, she could not do the same: she continued to study the lines of his face, taking in all the details that had become so familiar. Just looking at him made her skin prickle, made her heart beat just a tiny bit faster – and not only for the vivid recollection of what they had shared in the bathroom. It had been mind-blowing, world-altering, and she was still recovering.

Recovering and adjusting long-held beliefs and feelings. They had been blasted away by his touch, his kisses and the sheer pleasure of being so close to him. Despite her embarrassment, all she could think of was when she might have some time alone with him again. For now, she was left with time to think about just how much the dynamic of their relationship had changed in a short space of time.

This morning, she could not have predicted their heated encounter, but looking back it seemed inevitable. It had always been inevitable, from the moment she had stopped seeing him as a monster and thinking of him as a man.



He had left that monster far behind him now and it astounded her to think how he had once been. Although basically unchanged in character, he was so completely opposite from that former self that she could hardly recognise him. And that made her wonder if he had ever really been as bad as she had once thought. She forced her attention back to the present and looked at him again. He was seemingly waiting because as soon as she looked up, he caught her gaze and smiled ever so slightly. She smiled back and reluctantly shifted her gaze away, unable to hold his bright gaze, fearing that it would be too obvious to him and to everyone around her just what she was feeling.

She was still trying to figure out what this feeling was – hardly daring to name it because if it was what she thought it to be… No, it was too soon to think something like that. All she knew for certain was that she wished time would pass quicker so that she might have some chance to be alone with him – and not necessarily in order to repeat the actions of earlier.



Finally, late into the night, her friends went to their respective beds, leaving her, Spike and Dawn sitting awkwardly in the living room. She got up and shuffled around nervously, rearranging ornaments and pictures in an attempt to calm nerves that were close to fraying. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Spike slouched in one of the armchairs and something about the way he sat, so relaxed, so secure in himself, sent a flush of warmth through her.

He tilted his head and his eyes just flicked to hers but she quickly looked away, moving to smooth out her sleeping bag. Dawn, surprisingly quiet, got ready for bed and then curled up on the couch.

“Bedtime for me,” she announced and Buffy smiled shakily at her sister.

Dawn settled down on the couch, plumped up her pillows a few times, and then settled on her back with her eyes closed. Buffy held her breath for a long moment and then turned to Spike.

“You guys aren’t going to start doing anything down here, are you?” Dawn spoke up and Buffy’s head snapped back to her. Dawn didn’t even look at her but she could see her sister smiling.

“I mean, I’ve already been traumatised enough for one day. And those noises just won’t stop.”

“Go to sleep, Dawn,” she snapped and her sister laughed, pulling her quilt over her and making herself comfortable.

“Night, guys,” she called, her voice tinged with laughter.

“Night, Li’l Bit,” Spike answered softly and when she looked at him, she found him smiling widely – which only made her blush even more.



She sat down on her sleeping bag awkwardly, biting her lip as she tried to think of something to say. Silence filled the room for long moments before she could think of anything though – a silence broken only by the odd sleepy murmur from Dawn.

When she did finally gather up the courage to speak, she turned – only to find Spike standing about a metre away, looking down at her with a warm smile. The words got stuck on her tongue and she just stared back at him. He dropped smoothly to the floor beside her and hesitated for only a short second before he reached out and cupped her face in his hand.

“You look tired,” he said softly, “You should get some sleep.”

“Easier said than done,” she whispered with a wry smile.

He smiled back and withdrew his hand, shucking out of his jacket and laying it down on a chair. He fiddled with his cushions for a moment and then lay down on his back, tucking one arm under his head and turning to her, eyes ablaze with a soft affection.

“Not even going to lie down?”

She hesitated momentarily but then she shifted closer and lay down beside him, eyes locked on his. He reached out and trailed a finger over her arm, smiling softly, half to himself.

“You’re an amazing woman, Buffy.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” she replied shyly, dropping her gaze from his.

He made no reply but then he shifted closer, drawing her into his arms.

“Love you,” he mumbled into her hair and she let out a long breath, wrapping her arm around him and burying herself against him.



She had thought having sex with him had shaken her world more than anything, but compared to this moment, it was nothing. Curled up in his arms, she felt safe, relaxed, warm. She felt like she could stay there forever, relishing his strong embrace. When he pressed a kiss to her hair, she tilted her head and kissed him, both of them tender in their caresses. She pulled back a long moment later and smiled.

“This isn’t sleeping.”

He laughed under his breath and brushed a hand over her hair.

“No, it’s not. But it’s much more enjoyable.”

She smiled and pulled away, rolling over so she had her back to him. He shifted closer only seconds later and wrapped his arm around her tightly, holding her securely against him. She relaxed completely and twined her fingers in his, letting the soft caress of his thumb over her skin lull her into a sleep that was, for once, unbroken by nightmares.