PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : Wrecked and Smashed

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

She knew it was wrong, the second the kicked open the door, but it didn't stop her.

Why should it?

It was always wrong with him. Everything was. Kissing him… and other things. As soon as she'd felt him inside, it had felt wrong. Just like this did.

"HEY!" He screamed. "If I'm not allowed in your house anymore, than you can stay the bleeding hell outta mine!"

"I'll go wherever I damn well please!" She spouted back.

"What do you want, Slayer?"

"I want my sweater," she said sternly, because she *did*.

"What?"

"My sweater! I want it back! My blue one? I know you have it!"

"That all?" He asks.

"What else would I want from you, Spike? You disgust me."

"Keep telling yourself that, Slayer. One day you might actually convince yourself."

"My sweater?!" She demanded.

"Fine, fine, fine. You can have your damn sweater back! Damn ugly, anyway."

"Just get it," she ordered and watched he jumped down the hole to his downstairs. She stood for a few minutes waiting. She knew she shouldn't be there. She'd told him to stay away the previous night…

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"Buffy, I can't do it by myself! I can't," Willow cried.

"I know, I'll help," Buffy said, trying to ease her friend's pain. As much as it hurt her to know that Willow had brought her back to Hell, Buffy didn't wish her ill. "You should just rest for now, okay? Just lie down and close your eyes."

"All right," Willow said as she relaxed on the couch.

<Knock><Knock>

Buffy hopped up and opened the doo- "Go away."

"Slayer-"

"No, I'm not talking to you."

"Slaye-"

"NO!"

"JUST BLOODY LISTEN! I came to see if Little Bit is okay."

"Yeah right, Spike. You came here to torture me!"

"NO, if I was torturin' you, you'd know it."

Buffy slapped him. "Stay away from this house. Stay away from me. And stay away from Dawn. It's *over*, Spike. There'll be no more slaying, no more kissing, and NO MORE anything else! I used you. ONCE. It's over. If I see you again, I *will* kill you."

She saw the look of pain on his face before he inhaled deeply. His eyes went cold and he said ,"Fine. You want war; I'll give you war."

"It's not war," she said, "It's business." And then she slammed the door in his face.

"Hey, Wills?" She asked as she walked back into the living room, "I think you should do one more spell…"

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And they had. Together, they had uninvited him. Again.

But this time, it was for real.

"Here," Spike said as he climbed the ladder, sweater in one hand, mug in the other. "Here's your bloody sweat- OOPS!"

She watched, unable to get there in time to keep him from dumping the blood from the mug all over the sweater.

He held it out to her and said, "Sorry!"

She screamed, enfuriated. She kicked the mug and sweater out of his hands, before punching him in the face.

He spun on his heel to avoid her next punch and swung at her, clocking her in the head.

She grabbed his shirt and flung him against the pillar. She followed him and kicked his legs out from underneath him. Spike landed on his knees in front of her and grabbed her waist. He yanked her down and she found herself pinned under him.

Her chest was heaving and she was well aware of his cock, which he was rubbing against her covered sex. A moan escaped her lips just before his mouth covered hers.

God! His tongue slid against hers while his hands unbuttoned her shirt and squeezed her breasts, rubbing against her nipples- "Spike," she gasped, when she felt one of his hands creeping up under her skirt. When had that happened?

Come to think of it, when had he taken his shi- she looked down at her hands to find pieces of the shredded t-shirt being clutched by her fists.

Oh.

*She* had taken his shirt off.

He didn't give her time to think. He pulled her skirt up around her waist and his fingers began thrusting in and out of her. Snd she bit his shoulder in frustration. He growled in response.

She knew what she needed, what they both needed. She unzipped his jeans quickly and whimpered when he slid into her. He was cool and wonderful as he moved, in long, deep thrusts. She gyrated her hips with his, rising up to meet them.

He kept his mouth on hers, but moved to her neck every few seconds, as he pounded into her. "Spike!" She cried with desperation. "NOW!" She gasped.

"I know what you need," he whispered in her ear. "Come for me, Luv," he commanded, before yanking on her clit.

She exploded, just as she had the other night. Her entire body arched off the floor and she was vaguely aware that he came too.

He rolled off of her, after a couple seconds as she gained her bearings.

"DAMMIT!" She screamed, jumping up off the floor. She grabbed her shirt and started getting dressed quickly, all the while cursing at herself.

"Ah, come on, Luv! It's not all *that* bad!" He said, sitting up and relaxing against the sarcophagus.

"Yes. Yes it is, Spike. This isn't gonna happen again."

"Sure it is, Pet. I told you it would, didn't I?"

She glanced at his smug face and then at his hard- "NO. Not again. I USED you! That's all. I wanted- you know what I wanted a-"

"I *do* know what you want, Luv. Why do you think we fit together so well? Why do you think it feels so good?"

"It's sex, Spike. Sex feels good. That's no secret!"

"Not just sex, Slayer. Not just sex and you know it."

"NO. I don't know it. I mean, I *do* know it and it *IS* *just* sex."

Raw, animalistic, passionate, great sex.

But she was glad she hadn't said that aloud.

It was the truth. But she was glad she hadn't admitted that. Especially to him.

She had to admit, though, that he was right, to some extent. They *did* seem to fit well together. He felt perfect inside her. Not too big like Angel and not too small like Riley. And what was this? Goldilocks and the three bears?

She shook her head and looked back at him. "That's all. And it won't happen again."

"That's what you said the last time."

"Well, I mean it this time. It's still disgusting and wrong."

"True, but so is yogurt, and people eat it."

"Eating yogurt is *not* the same thing as- as *this*, that's for damn sure!" Buffy put her sneakers on and grabbed the scrunchie he'd pulled from her hair.

She surveyed the room to see if there was anything else she was missing. Oh, the sweater!

She shrugged and grabbed his duster from the coat hanger near the doo- Spike had a coat hanger? Whatever. She didn't care. She grabbed it and opened the door.

"HEY! GIMME BACK MY COAT!"

"You ruined my sweater, so this makes us even!"

"OH, BLOODY HELL, NO! This don't make us even!"

"Sure it does! Goodbye." And with that, she turned and walked out, leaving him standing naked in his crypt.

~El Fin~