Ch.1
Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairs of her basement her hand on the rail. "Give me a reason to stay with you." She said.
"You want to." Said Spike. "I can tell."
"It doesn't matter." She said.
"Why not, Pet?" He asked. She turned around to face him.
"Do you know how dead you'd be if they found out? And you know, I really don't want you dead right now." Spike walked toward her his black jeans hanging low on his hips and kissed her. He pushed her into the wall next to the stairs and she turned her face away from his. He kissed up her jaw line to her ear. "Spike, stop." She whispered. He nibbled on her ear and her body betrayed her mind as she arched into him.
"You'd stop me if you really wanted me to, Luv." He ran his hands up her sides under her blue T-shirt. She shivered under his touch.
"Spike, please." She whispered again. He covered her mouth with his and she tried not to kiss him back but found she couldn't resist. He pulled back and growled deep in his throat.
"You're mine." He said huskily in her ear. At his words Buffy gave in knowing she wouldn't hold out much longer anyway. She never could no matter how hard she tried. She ran her hands up his chest and Spike knew she'd given in like always. She'd tried to leave him before. They both knew it was wrong when it started. Her excuse was always the same. But she could never resist him.
Buffy pushed Spike backward into the support poll in the middle of the room. She crushed her lips to his and snaked one arm around his neck and one through the bleach-blonde hair on the side of his head. He smirked into her soft, watermelon lips as he kissed her and ran his hands up her back. She inched her leg up until it was around his waist. Spike moved slightly away from the poll and pulled her other leg up around his waist. She felt the beginning of his erection on her thigh as he walked over to the bed pulling the shirt over her head while she kissed up the side of his jaw and nibbled down his neck. He let her fall back onto the bed with her strawberry blonde hair flying out in all directions and threw the T-shirt over his shoulder. Buffy kicked off her sandals and Spike let his hands travel up her legs and over the shorts she hadn't changed out of after training. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh to her wet hot core and back and she moaned. He smirked and took his hand away. She whimpered and he crawled over her and kissed up her stomach unhooking her bra and throwing that over his shoulder as well. She ran her hands over his back and leaving one on his side she traced his pant line and watched with a smile as he got harder. Spike pulled Buffy's shorts down to her mid-thighs and covered her nipple with his mouth. She moaned and arched into him again making him harder if it was at all possible. He slowly slid the shorts down her legs making her squirm with want. He nipped her through her panties and then slid them off only slightly faster than he had the skirt. She squirmed again. He smirked and traced her opening with his middle finger. She gasped and he slipped his finger inside her. She pushed her hips toward him and he slid another finger in. he massaged her clit with his thumb while he slid two and then three fingers in and out of her. She moaned. Her moans got louder as she reached her climax. Just before she reached her climax Spike replaced his fingers with his tongue. With a final lick of his tongue inside her Buffy climaxed and moaned loudly arching her back. Spike licked her juices off his fingers and Buffy felt herself get hot again. She held her hand out to Spike and he took it crawling on top of her again. She kissed him and turned him over on his back and straddled him. "My turn." She said seductively with a smile. She ran her french manicured nail down the side of his face and neck. She licked across his lips and rubbed up against his erection, her hardened nipples rubbing his chest. Spike moaned and Buffy swallowed it when she kissed him. "Yummy." She whispered in his ear. She traced the curve of his ear with her tongue and nibbled the bottom. She dragged her nails down his chest leaving red marks. He moaned and she traced his pant line and down to the tip of his erection. She wrapped her hand around the bulge in his pants and squeezed. Then she moved back up to kiss him again. She kissed down the middle of his chest and undid his belt buckle and jeans. She slowly pulled them over his legs like he'd done to her then moved back up. She grazed her teeth over the tip of his erection and licked down the side then took him, even as large as he was, into her mouth. He moaned and she sucked and licked at him making him feel like he was going to burst. Buffy ran her hand up his leg and over the part of his stomach she could reach. Spike growled, he couldn't take it anymore so he took her hand and hauled her up over him. Then he flipped them over and pinned her hands over her head. She smiled and lifted her hips toward him. Spike slowly entered her to torture her then pulled almost fully out. When he started to push into her again only slightly faster she thrust her hips toward him and he went faster. They set into a rhythm of fast hard thrusts and were both sweating and moaning. As she reached her second climax Buffy screamed in pleasure and her walls closed in around Spike who growled low in his throat. He collapsed on top of her as he emptied himself into her. She kissed him and then he rolled off of her. She crawled over him and got under the blankets and he followed. She lay flat on her back with Spike's head on her chest and his arms around her, her right hand was on his arm over her stomach and the other was around him playing with his hair. They stayed like that for hours and when Buffy thought Spike was asleep she whispered, "You'll never know how much you mean to me. I'm just beginning to find out."
Buffy stood at the bottom of the stairs of her basement her hand on the rail. "Give me a reason to stay with you." She said.
"You want to." Said Spike. "I can tell."
"It doesn't matter." She said.
"Why not, Pet?" He asked. She turned around to face him.
"Do you know how dead you'd be if they found out? And you know, I really don't want you dead right now." Spike walked toward her his black jeans hanging low on his hips and kissed her. He pushed her into the wall next to the stairs and she turned her face away from his. He kissed up her jaw line to her ear. "Spike, stop." She whispered. He nibbled on her ear and her body betrayed her mind as she arched into him.
"You'd stop me if you really wanted me to, Luv." He ran his hands up her sides under her blue T-shirt. She shivered under his touch.
"Spike, please." She whispered again. He covered her mouth with his and she tried not to kiss him back but found she couldn't resist. He pulled back and growled deep in his throat.
"You're mine." He said huskily in her ear. At his words Buffy gave in knowing she wouldn't hold out much longer anyway. She never could no matter how hard she tried. She ran her hands up his chest and Spike knew she'd given in like always. She'd tried to leave him before. They both knew it was wrong when it started. Her excuse was always the same. But she could never resist him.
Buffy pushed Spike backward into the support poll in the middle of the room. She crushed her lips to his and snaked one arm around his neck and one through the bleach-blonde hair on the side of his head. He smirked into her soft, watermelon lips as he kissed her and ran his hands up her back. She inched her leg up until it was around his waist. Spike moved slightly away from the poll and pulled her other leg up around his waist. She felt the beginning of his erection on her thigh as he walked over to the bed pulling the shirt over her head while she kissed up the side of his jaw and nibbled down his neck. He let her fall back onto the bed with her strawberry blonde hair flying out in all directions and threw the T-shirt over his shoulder. Buffy kicked off her sandals and Spike let his hands travel up her legs and over the shorts she hadn't changed out of after training. He ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh to her wet hot core and back and she moaned. He smirked and took his hand away. She whimpered and he crawled over her and kissed up her stomach unhooking her bra and throwing that over his shoulder as well. She ran her hands over his back and leaving one on his side she traced his pant line and watched with a smile as he got harder. Spike pulled Buffy's shorts down to her mid-thighs and covered her nipple with his mouth. She moaned and arched into him again making him harder if it was at all possible. He slowly slid the shorts down her legs making her squirm with want. He nipped her through her panties and then slid them off only slightly faster than he had the skirt. She squirmed again. He smirked and traced her opening with his middle finger. She gasped and he slipped his finger inside her. She pushed her hips toward him and he slid another finger in. he massaged her clit with his thumb while he slid two and then three fingers in and out of her. She moaned. Her moans got louder as she reached her climax. Just before she reached her climax Spike replaced his fingers with his tongue. With a final lick of his tongue inside her Buffy climaxed and moaned loudly arching her back. Spike licked her juices off his fingers and Buffy felt herself get hot again. She held her hand out to Spike and he took it crawling on top of her again. She kissed him and turned him over on his back and straddled him. "My turn." She said seductively with a smile. She ran her french manicured nail down the side of his face and neck. She licked across his lips and rubbed up against his erection, her hardened nipples rubbing his chest. Spike moaned and Buffy swallowed it when she kissed him. "Yummy." She whispered in his ear. She traced the curve of his ear with her tongue and nibbled the bottom. She dragged her nails down his chest leaving red marks. He moaned and she traced his pant line and down to the tip of his erection. She wrapped her hand around the bulge in his pants and squeezed. Then she moved back up to kiss him again. She kissed down the middle of his chest and undid his belt buckle and jeans. She slowly pulled them over his legs like he'd done to her then moved back up. She grazed her teeth over the tip of his erection and licked down the side then took him, even as large as he was, into her mouth. He moaned and she sucked and licked at him making him feel like he was going to burst. Buffy ran her hand up his leg and over the part of his stomach she could reach. Spike growled, he couldn't take it anymore so he took her hand and hauled her up over him. Then he flipped them over and pinned her hands over her head. She smiled and lifted her hips toward him. Spike slowly entered her to torture her then pulled almost fully out. When he started to push into her again only slightly faster she thrust her hips toward him and he went faster. They set into a rhythm of fast hard thrusts and were both sweating and moaning. As she reached her second climax Buffy screamed in pleasure and her walls closed in around Spike who growled low in his throat. He collapsed on top of her as he emptied himself into her. She kissed him and then he rolled off of her. She crawled over him and got under the blankets and he followed. She lay flat on her back with Spike's head on her chest and his arms around her, her right hand was on his arm over her stomach and the other was around him playing with his hair. They stayed like that for hours and when Buffy thought Spike was asleep she whispered, "You'll never know how much you mean to me. I'm just beginning to find out."