"This is wrong. It's not supposed to be like this." Buffy sighed as she backed
away from him, her eyes never leaving his. It felt so perfect. His hands
touched her the same way she touched herself, when she needed to find release.
He knew where to be hard, and how to be soft. How to tempt her, invite her into
finding her bliss. The way her body arched into his hand against her will. It
was overwhelming to her. And it terrified her.

Spike was torn. He saw the fear behind her harsh words, all he wanted to do was
man handle her onto the ground and pour all his love into her, possess her
completely until they were both spent. But, this was Buffy, and doing that
would just about guarantee either an ass kicking, or having her run for the
hills. Neither of which would fix the ache in his groin.

"Luv, it’s meant to be exactly like this, I want you and I just felt how much
you want me." It sounded like something Spike would say, arrogant and smug. But
his eyes spoke of love, and need. And that’s what had Buffy back peddling. Love
wasn't supposed to be part of the equation tonight.

They had kissed, in that back alley, and after that kiss, they had spoken about
what it meant. Buffy was feeling so separated from the world. Spike understood
that, he knew what she wanted was only physical and even though he'd promised
himself not to be the Slayers lap-dog anymore, he knew that all she had to do
was ask, and he would die for her. Give her everything that he had.

Buffy knew, the moment she looked in his eyes, that this wasn't just a shag for
him. He was offering himself, heart and soul. Buffy snorted as she suppressed a
chuckle, soul, that’s a good one she thought to herself. Why was she even
concerned about something that didn’t exist.

"Come 'ere vampire," she sneered and she tugged him toward her by his belt
loops. "Lets shag."

Spike dead heart dropped to the floor at her harsh words. But he knew he was a
goner anyway "Yeah Luv, lets do it." he growled. Forget about 'tender and
meaningful' he told himself, if she wanted to be reminded of this world, then
he'd make damn sure she remembered just how hard, and cruel it really was.

With lightening speed he pulled her hard up against his body. forcing her
stomach into his groin. "You want to feel this Slayer?" his voice rumbled into
her ear, and travelled down her spine in waves. Buffy shuddered as she moaned
into his neck.

"Yes, make me feel it Spike." that was all he needed, he reached into her
panties again, but this time, he grabbed her roughly and shoved two fingers
inside her. The sudden force of him took her breath away, but she didn't
flinch. This was what she'd asked for.

She reached down between her legs, and ripped her thong off, flinging the
shredded piece of lace into the corner of the room, as her leg hitched itself
around his thigh, opening up to him.

Spike's eyes glowed with yellow highlights. His fingers pumped faster, her
wetness dripped down his hand. "Oh Buffy, so wet for me luv. You like this?"
his whispers were more to himself than to her, he knew she was lost in the
sensation, he could tell from the way her head lay back and her knees buckled.
He entire weight supported by him.

"Time to get more comfortable Pet." he whispered to her, as he removed his
fingers and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the bed. Buffy gnawed
on his neck, running her hands everywhere she could find skin. Spike looked
down at her. His Slayer. His Buffy, and wished that she would open her eyes.

His thoughts had stopped his feet, and the lack of motion caused those eyes to
open to him. Spike immediately wished that they were closed again. They were
cold. Unfeeling.

"Put me down Spike. I can walk." It was a verbal slap, and she knew it. But the
flicker of affection in his eyes was extinguished by it. So it served it
purpose.

Spike threw her onto the bed, and pounced after her, forcing all his weight
onto her and crushing the air out of her lungs.

"How do you want this Slayer," he questioned "with or without fangs?" He
slipped into his game face, tearing one sleave of her shirt off and grazed her
shoulder til a small trickle of blood appeared. The smell of it intoxicated
him, a low snarl vibrating in his throat.

Buffy watched the blood snake down her arm, hypnotised by it. She reached out a
finger and caught it before it fell to the sheets. She had never really looked
at her own blood before, never studied it up close, and that she could still
bleed at all struck her as miraculous.

"With baby." she murmured so low that she could barely be heard.

She offered her scarlet covered finger to Spike and ordered him to lick. She
knew what she was doing, driving him to the edge, tempting him with a promise
of ambrosia.

His tongue darted out between his canines, tasting the air. If he took that
finger, he would be lost. Forever at her mercy and he knew it. Knew she knew it
too.

Instead he dipped his fingers back into her dripping pussy and gathered her
juices onto his fingers, he took her hand and mixed her blood with the moisture
he'd gathered, angling the concoction back towards her mouth. "Taste yourself
luv. You're alive. You're real."

As though in a thrall, she did as ordered, her eyes never leaving his. The
mixture of tastes both copper and bittersweet grabbed at her tastebuds, forcing
her to swallow. Spike leaned into her, taking her mouth with his own. His
tongue demanding an entrance as he searched for the girl he knew was in there
somewhere. He knew, because he could taste her.

She deepened the kiss, as her hands sought out his button-fly, tearing at them
in frustration, desperate for him to be inside her. He let her fumble, it gave
him time to settle his emotions. He'd never seen anything as erotic in 130 yrs
as the sight of the Slayer's tongue lapping at her own blood and it had almost
pushed him over the edge. Now her hands, so close to his cock were having a
similar effect. He stilled her. pressing her upper body into the sheets.

"Wait." He ordered as he moved off her.

She removed her hands, but instead of laying still, she grasped the bottom edge
of her top, and pulled what was left of it off, in one smooth move. Her nipples
had peaked at the sudden rush of fresh air, the skin tightened around them. She
reached forward and began to pinch them, rolling them, teasing both herself and
Spike. They could both smell her arousal as it flooded the room. Spike rushed
to get naked. His jeans pooled at the foot of the bed as he stalked his prey on
all fours, up the bed.

She lay below him. exposed and vulnerable. lips and pussy both swollen with
desire. the heat radiated off her in waves as she panted in anticipation of
what was about to happen. Smooth skin flushed with blood pumping under him, and
then around him as he entered her. They both shook with the sensations that
coursed through their veins. Suddenly, Buffy flipped them.

Now she was on top, chewing up and down his neck, circling his Adam’s apple
with her lips as she forced him deeper and deeper inside of her. Rolling her
hips as she ground her clit into the base of his shaft. Sucking on his earlobe,
then down to his nipples. Nipping one with her teeth, hard, almost drawing
blood, while she pinched the other til it was erect. He tried to move, but her
hands shot up to his shoulders. Forcing him to be still. Her breasts bobbed in
front of him, just out of reach as she rode him.

Spike was so close to coming. Watching her devour him. Possess him. It was so
fucking good. Quickly his fingers sought out her clit. Massaging and pinching
it. Buffy rocked onto his hand, driving him even deeper into her and toward
climax.

He felt her come. She clamped down so tight that it hurt and that mix of
pleasure and pain was all it took for him to loose control completely. His hips
bucked up into her as he exploded into her warmth.

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The sensation was so good. Like nothing he had ever felt before. Not the
climax, though that was very good, but the closeness he felt to her. Her sweaty
slick body draped across him, totally spent and sated. It was the first time he
had ever seen her totally relaxed. Previously, even in sleep she had always
been coiled tight. Ready to pounce. But now, as she lay exhausted in his arms,
she was at peace. He supposed that she hadn't felt that since she was dead. He
had told her once, not so long ago, that if there was anything he could do for
her he would do it. And it was clear now what she needed more than anything.

He wrapped his arms tight around her. one snaked around her back and up to the
back of her neck. Slowly so he didn’t disturb her rest, he drew her hair back,
exposing the skin. he kissed her gently, telling her how he loved her so. She
tilted her had slightly, giving him better access as his fangs sank slowly into
her flesh. And she never flinched.

~ fin ~