PAIRING : Buffy/Spike

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : Spiral

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters.

I’ve gotta get out. *We’ve* gotta get out. And there’s only one person that can help. I actually *need* him. I open the door and walk in.

“Buffy!” He says, a bit too excited.

“I need you.” I say. And I watch him get excited for a second before jumping back into reality.

“What for?” He asks, but he knows. He walks over to me and I think for a second, he contemplates touching me, hugging me, telling me everything is gonna be okay. He wants to reassure me but knows he has no place to do so. “When?”

“We were with Tara and Willow at their place. Tara can see the key. Glory heard. I almost lost Dawn. I still might.” I start to cry. I can’t help it. I bury my face in my hands and I feel his hand reaching out to me, barely touching my bare shoulder and I don’t care if it is Spike, I fall into him and feel his arms wrap around me.

“What do you need?” He asks.

“We’re leaving town. As soon as we can. I can’t fight her. Not now. Maybe in time…” I pull up and look at him. “I don’t know what else to do. Will you help?”

He looks at me, winks and says, “Sure. But only if you shag me.”

I have no idea why, but I shrug and grab the back of his neck. Before either realize, we’re kissing. Hard. Passionately. Possessively. I feel his hand inside my tank top, rubbing my back and something about it feels so… right. I push his duster off and we fall to the floor. He rolls us over and I feel him on top of me. I can feel his erection rubbing against me through his jeans.

I arch up into his body and he growls. He actually *growls* during sex. Not that we’re having sex right now, but… we get my shirt off and he’s delighted that I’m wearing no bra. I don’t have much to put in one, really. I feel his cool hands on me and my fingers have somehow wound up in his jeans. I grab his cock and he growls again.

We get his jeans off, and mine too. I look up at him while he’s kissing me and his eyes open as well. It surprises me that his eyes are so filled with adoration, like he’s taking care of something treasured and precious. I haven’t felt this way in so long. I can feel his rubbing against my heated sex and I spread my legs for him. I feel him start to stretch me and I wrap my legs around his waist.

Gods! I feel so… alive! I can feel him, cool and hard, inside me as he begins to move, slow at first. Making love. Not sex. Not even shagging. My fingers grab his shoulder blades, urging him on. I hear my own voice, “Oh god, Spike!” It’s almost as foreign as the love I see in his eyes when I say his name.

“Please…” I whimper as I writhe beneath him. “Oh god, please…”

I feel him rubbing my clit and I scream as I come, but he doesn’t. He just keeps thrusting into me, filling me, stroking me, and reaching the very depths that I’ve kept hidden for so long.

I close my eyes and just concentrate on the feeling of him inside me. I feel his teeth elongate and I pull back a little. “Sorry…” He says.

He stops moving and I just look up at him. He’s a vampire. He’s a vampire and he loves me. He’s a dead vamp- “Death is my gift.” I whisper.

“What?” He asks as he rolls off.

I straddle him and impale myself on him again. “Nothing.” I start riding him and he’s surprised. Surprised that I’m even with him in the first place, and surprised that I didn’t punch him when he shifted, and surprised that I didn’t punch him when he didn’t shift back.

His hands are guiding my hips and I put a finger to his mouth. He licks it and I stick it in his mouth and prick myself on his fang. He automatically starts sucking on my fingers and I scream as I shake violently in orgasm.

He growls and I feel him explode deep inside me. He releases my fingers as I start to get up.

We both get dressed and I turn around, “We should get going.” I extend my hand, “Let’s get going.” I say, “We need a car or something.”

“I think I know where we can get one.”

We’re going to die. *I’m* going to die and when I do, everyone else will too. I can’t protect my sister. I can’t protect anyone. <Knock. Knock.>

“Slayer?” He comes in and closes the door. “Demongirl’s cooking. You should eat.”

“I shouldn’t run. I’d never run.”

“You want to protect your friends. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

He sits down on the bed and looks at me. “I should do something. I’m the slayer, it’s my job. I’m supposed to risk my life to save people.”

“You’re being smart. You can’t fight her.”

“Or am I just saving myself?”

“Don’t say that.” He says. And I can tell he means it. I look into his eyes and he looks at me. “I want you to know that… I woulda helped even if you hadn’t…”

“I woulda… you know… even if you wouldn’t have help.” I say without knowing why. “Where do we go from here?”

“We get everyone safe. We get rid of the bitch and then we go slow.”

“Sounds perfect.” I whisper. “Spike?” I look up at him, “Can you just hold me?” He nods and he does.

~El Fin~