Buffy stood at Spike's door, knocking as quietly as she could. Half of her mind told her to just ravage him, but the other half told her to run while she still could. Actually it was more like 99.4 percent wanted to go and trample him, but there was still that small part of her that was terrified. *Oh, God, what am I doing! There's still time for me to go. Maybe he didn't even hear me.*

As she started to tiptoe away, Spike opened the door, looking more sexy than ever with his tousled hair and desire filled eyes. All it took was a mere glimpse of him, and she abandoned all doubt about what she wanted. He stepped to the side, silently ushering her in, and she wordlessly followed with a glimpse over her shoulder to make sure that Dawn wasn't watching.

Once inside the room, they both sat on the bed, unsure of what to say to each other. He knew why she was there just as much as she did, but they were both too scared to make the first move. The two just stared at each other in silence, silently urging the other to do something, anything.

Finally Buffy had enough. She looked deep into Spike's eyes and pulled his face towards hers for a kiss. Their lips met, gently at first, with warm pressing against cold. Her tongue darted out to lick his lip, and he slowly opened his mouth, deepening the kiss. With one arm running through his hair and the other lightly running her nails down his back, she let her tongue slide into his mouth, tangling with his own. While their tongues battled more intensely than their fists ever had, Spike brought up a hand to gently caress her breast through her flimsy silk camisole. Buffy shuddered as her rosy nipple hardened to a peak and pushed herself further into his hand as his fingers continued to work their magic on her.

Spike briefly broke apart from their kiss to slip her top over her head. For a moment he marveled at the sight before him, whispering, "Cor, luv. So beautiful." Keeping eye contact with her, he moved his head down to her chest, kissing a path to her ripe breast. He pulled her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it in hypnotizing patterns while he kneaded her other round globe with his hand.

A low, heavenly moan escaped her mouth, and at that moment, he completely lost himself in her. Her touch, her feel, her scent, her sound.... It was absolutely intoxicating. Already in love with the feeling, Spike took his other hand and began to pull her shorts off her hips. She let out a low whimper, and slightly thrust her hips up towards his hand. A husky chuckle emanated from the back of his throat as he completely removed her shorts and dropped his hand to her dark nest of curls. He massaged her clit before moving a finger into her hot passage, loving the feeling of her juices flowing freely over his hand.

With one hand raking over his chest, Buffy took the other and lowered it into his silk boxers. Her hand firmly grasped his ass while his fingers thrust into her in long, hard strokes. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she had to be quiet because they were not alone, but at that moment she couldn't have cared less. She was in ecstasy, and there was no one else that she would have wanted to share it with.

Moving her hand around to grasp his shaft, Buffy began to lightly pump it in rhythm to his thrusting fingers. A moan caught low in his throat, and she stroked faster, loving the sounds he made when he was in pleasure.

Once again his mouth found hers, and their tongues tangled together while their hands urgently fondled each other. Wanting to experience every part of her that she had to offer, Spike gave Buffy a kiss on the nose, and licked a path from the nape of her neck, all the way down to her toes. From there, he kissed his way up to her thighs, gently nipping the inside of them. She jumped a bit from the sensation, and he took that moment to raise his mouth to her clit. He suckled on it, marveling in the sweet sapidity of her, and brought a finger to her passage. Moving in sync with his fingers, his tongue lapped away at all of her juices, wanting to get drunk off of them.

Before she could climax, the Slayer whispered his name and pulled him back up the length of her quivering body. "I want you inside of me. Now." Staring deep into her eyes, Spike positioned himself at her opening, and brushed his thumb across her lip as he entered her in a gentle thrust. He slowly began pumping into her, pulling his shaft almost completely out before entering her again. Her nails tore into his flesh as she scraped them down his back, and he began to thrust more forcefully.

The bed pounded into the wall, making the house sound like it was about to collapse around them. It's unlikely that they would have noticed if the whole world caved in on them at that point, so neither noticed the pounding coming from Dawn's room, as she knowingly thumped on the wall to get them to keep it down.

The Slayer clamped her muscles around him harder, and his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head from the sheer pleasure of it all. "Oh, God, Buffy! So good!" Still moving in rhythm with him, she pressed a finger to his lips to silence him. "Spike, don't say my name. Dawn will hear you," she murmured with difficulty. He smiled as he pumped harder. "Whereas she won't hear me if I call you Slayer, right?" Digging her nails into his ass, Buffy rolled him onto his back and straddled him. "Don't call me that either."

While she rode him into an oblivion, Spike did his best to respond to her. "Mmmm... What do you want me to call you then, pet?" His hand reached up to start stroking her clit as she rotated her hips and caressed his balls with her hand behind her back. "Oh God, Spike! Oohhh... I don't know. Call... me... by my... middle... name!" He eagerly thrust into her, still intensely rubbing her nubbin. "And what's that, luv?" She sped up her rhythm as she moaned out her answer. "Oh, Spike! It's Anne. Call me Anne!"

For a brief moment, Spike ceased all movement. It all suddenly made sense to him. OneOfAKind.... Boyfriend that left her.... Annoying neighbor. *Hey!* The kid sister that had to get up for school... Works the night shift... Tried her first blooming onion a couple of days ago... *Oh, God, it's her! It's been Buffy all along!*

Suddenly Spike sat up and pounded himself into Buffy even harder than before. Through his thrusts, he let out every emotion that he felt towards her. He felt her walls start quivering around him, and he pulled her closer to him. She started to quiver, and he pulled her lips to his, adding to the mind blowing intensity of her orgasm. A moment after, he followed, still kissing her all the while.

Both feeling completely satiated, they brought their heads down to the pillow to reflect on their actions. Spike curled his arm around her waist, and she cuddled up closer to him so that he was spooning her. He lowered his head to her neck and began to kiss it, trying to make her understand that he wasn't going anywhere. If it was up to him, he would stay there with her forever.

She turned to face him and he rained kisses all over her face. "Spike?" He sensed the seriousness in her voice and pulled back to hear what she had to say. *Please don't leave, luv.* She brought her hand up to stroke his cheek as she spoke. "Will you stay with me for the night?" He smiled as he nuzzled his cheek into her hair. With a kiss on the forehead, he leaned over and turned on his stereo softly, because he knew she liked the noise while she slept.

Feeling better than she ever remembered being, Buffy curled up on her side, still being held by Spike. As her eyes dropped shut, he softly began to sing to her along with the radio. "From this moment, life has begun. From this moment, you are the one. Right beside you is where I belong, from this moment on." When he felt her breathing drop to sleeping form, he gave her a final kiss before he whispered into her ear, "Buffy Anne, I'm in love with you."



Final part in the series - Friday



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