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	"Buffy!" Spike shouted, glancing around the living room. The silence in the house was absolute. It had never been this quiet. There was always music playing or a television blasting, hair dryers humming or phones ringing. There were no tomblike silences living with a couple of women. But this house, noisy and cluttered as it was, had become his home. Silence was alien to him now, and he hated it. He turned on one heel and took the stairs three at a time. "Buffy!" He reached for the doorknob on her bedroom door just as it was opened from the other side. His momentum carried him through the doorway, sending him to the floor in an ungraceful heap. "Are you okay?" He turned over at the sound of her voice and found the girl he loved staring at him, trying like hell not to howl with laughter at his pratfall. "Just fine thanks," he said casually, propping his head up on one hand. "How are you?" "Fine, too." She held out one hand and tugged him to his feet. "Not hurt?" "Not a scratch." He removed his coat and tossed it on the bed. "What are you doing?" Buffy smiled. "Waiting for you," she said, pulling him along with her, out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom. She was wearing the pink silk robe he loved on her, and nothing else. Releasing his hand, she went into the bathroom. Spike followed automatically, like a lonely puppy. "There's no one home but us," she informed him. He gazed around the bathroom. There were small candles everywhere, at least half a dozen, giving the room a mellow glow. Buffy pulled three thick bath towels out of the cupboard, then leaned over the tub and started the water running. "I felt like a hot bath." Spike felt an instant rush of arousal. Only Buffy could cause such a reaction in him with such a simple statement. "Do you?" He felt himself grinning like an idiot. "Do I get to watch?" "No, you get to help. I need someone to scrub my back." She toyed with the sash of her robe. He began to unbutton his shirt. "What about your front?" he asked. "Because, I'm quite versatile, ya know." He tugged off his boots and socks. "Definitely the man for the job." Buffy giggled as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down and off. "Lock the door, Romeo." ************************************* "Hold still or it's gonna get in your eyes." Buffy tried to turn and look at him, but he kept her in place, his fingers buried in her hair, working the shampoo up into a rich and creamy lather. He noticed her wide smile. "What's funny, honey?" "Nothing. Well...you in a way." "Oh, yes?" "It's just that...you spent all that time trying to,,," "Kill you?" he offered. "Yeah. And now you're afraid I'll get soap in my eyes." "Well, this stuff stings." He moved his fingers rythmically against her scalp, making her groan. "Feel good?" "Feels like heaven." She started the water running, twisting the handles to adjust the temperature. When it was warm enough to suit her, she removed the shower attachment and handed it to him. "Rinse." "Sure you've had enough?" "Never. But if we don't get moving soon," She paused, enjoying the flow of hot water through her hair. "We'll never get out of here." Spike shrugged. "I can think of worse fates." He wielded the shower head with a flourish. When all the soap was rinsed away, he climbed out of the tub and reached for a towel. "Up you get, little one." Helping her to her feet, he wrapped the towel around her. "Much as I hate covering up your considerable charms, I don't want you to get cold." "My hero," she sighed. "Always thinking of me. How sweet." "That's me all right. "he said, making her sit down on the side of the tub. "Sweet as hell." Kneeling before her, he began drying her feet. When he was finished, he lifted one small foot in his hand, studying the pink polish on her toes. Gently, he kissed the sensitive instep. "It's come to this." "Meaning what?" "Meaning, my sweet, that I was once one of the most feared vampires every to walk this earth. People fled in terror when they heard my name." "Sure, they did." "Now look at me," he continued, ignoring her comment. "Kissing the feet of the slayer." "Foot," she corrected him. "You only kissed one." "My apologies, darling." He raised the unkissed foot and gave it his attention, then lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder. Turning his head, he placed a lingering trail of kisses from her ankle up to the inner thigh. "You did this to me, you know," he murmured. "Did what to you?" She laughed when he tickled her foot, pretending to bite. "Tamed me," he said, punctuating his words with more kisses. "Enchanted me...enslaved me." "Poor baby," she consoled. "Mmm...yes. It's a hellish existence." He winked at her and nipped at her thigh. "Can't imagine why I put up with it." "Because," she whispered, running her fingers over the smooth bare skin of his shoulders. "It's so delicious." "Like candy?" Buffy smiled. "I love candy." "I know you do." He untucked the towel from around her and opened it, baring her breasts. Leaning forward, he licked each sensitive nipple. Buffy sucked in a sharp breath, moving her hand behind his head and petting him softly. "That's lovely," she murmured. "Now open your mouth, and suck them." "Anything for you, baby," Spike replied. He extended his tongue and drew wet circles around each still peak, then chose one and took it into his mouth, stimulating the other with his fingers. "That's right," Buffy hissed. "Suck hard...harder." Obediently, he began to nurse at her flesh like a ravenous infant. He squeezed the tender mounds in his hands as his tongue lavished his affections on them. "Oh, my baby," Buffy moaned. "My little boy. Such a good little boy." Releasing her from his mouth, Spike raised up and nuzzled at her throat. "And what does your good little boy get as a reward?" "Anything he wants." He pulled her to her feet, but stayed on his knees. "He wants to taste your pussy." She spread her legs, leaning against the wall. "Help yourself." With a snarl of lust, he pushed his head between her thighs, licking hard, stabbing his tongue inside of her roughly, grunting his own pleasure at doing it. Buffy lifted her hands and placed them on his head. "Right there, baby. Eat it." He took her clit into his mouth and suckled it, sliding one finger inside her moist sex. She allowed him to play for a few minutes, then nudged him away. He looked up with glazed eyes. "What?" Buffy smiled tenderly, urging him to stand. "I want to taste you, too." she said, sinking to her knees. With an expertise that he had taught her, she took his hard length into her mouth and sucked it, then released it and began licking him with her tongue. Spike's head was spinning. No one he'd ever been with before could make him feel like this. Even Drusilla. He looked down to watch his shaft slide in and out of her mouth, shiny with her saliva. "Harder, baby," he said, playing with the wet strands of her hair, trying not to thrust forward and gag her. She smiled up at him and did as he asked, sucking fervently and fondling his scrotum, all without breaking eye contact with him. Spike placed his hands on either side of her head, lightly. He finally shut his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. "Yes...that feels good," he said. "Do it, baby. Suck me hard...ohh...oh, yeah...oh FUCK...yes...yes..." She stopped for an instant, pumping him with her hand to maintain the friction. "Do you want to come like this?" she asked. "In my mouth?" He opened his eyes and looked down at her. As truly spectacular as that particular offer was..he didn't want it at the moment. "No. I want to come in your pussy. And I want you to do it at the same time I do." He reached for her and spun her around. Pushing her against the wall, he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he positioned himself, then buried his cock with one deep thrust. As he began the movements, Buffy sought his mouth with hers, and slid her tongue deeply inside, licking the slick enamel of his teeth. He pounded into her wildly, loving the soft grunts he elicited from her with every thrust. This wasn't going to last long, he knew. But, that was all right. Short and sweet could be just as satisfying as long and lingering. Buffy was panting and moaning in his ear, talking to him, using the blunt language of sex that she'd picked up from him. "Yeah, baby...fuck me hard...come on...grind it in...yes...yes...I can feel you...feel all of you and you're so big and hard...all for me...just for me...inside me...so big...do it...do it!" His hips increased their already meteoric pace, making the pictures on the wall rattle. "I'll do it, luv...I'll make you come so hard...you're my girl...my girl...my fucking queen...oh, God...you feel good...so tight...wet...squeezing me...that's it...make it tighter...yeah...that's my girl...such a sweet, tight little pussy...I'm gonna fill it up...fill you with my cum...until you can't take more...and it runs down your thighs...so good...so...I'm gonna come...baby...I'm....I can't wait....I..." "Don't wait!" she said fiercely, looking into his eyes. "I'm...I'm coming too....I am...I'm coming too...and I love you...love you..." Four more thrusts took them over the edge of the precipice, letting them freefall through space. They stayed in position as their bodies began to calm down. Then, keeping their connection, Spike opened the door and carried her down the hall to her room. Once there, he tumbled down on the bed with her beneath him, kissing her with renewed lust. Buffy gasped. "Again?" "Oh, yeah...and again...and again..."