A/N I don't own the setting or characters. The tittle on this chapter is actually the tittle of a song by Everclear, so props to them, I don't own that either. I just thought it was a cool tittle.

Buffy moaned as spike slammed her against the wall. That was his favorite position, she decided, her up against a wall. He did it every chance he got. She pushed back and spun him around so he was against the wall and she pressed against him. When she heard him groan and grip her arms tighter, she decided, with a little irritation, that Spike liked that, too.

She grabbed him by the loops of the black jeans that fit perfectly around his slim waist. She backed up and pulled him with her. His hips led the way and his body followed as he complied with her strong tugging arms. When they were far enough from any walls, Buffy pushed him down so he lay flat on his back on the cold concrete of his crypt. She straddled him. His brow creased and he half sat up, but Buffy pushed him back down. She wanted to find something he didn't like, and then she wanted to revel in his irritation as she took him that way.

Still pinning him down with one hand to the middle of his bare chest, she traced his pecs and abs with her free hand. Then she leaned over him to wrap her lips around the left column of his throat. She sucked gently and he tensed. She moved on to the softer, hollow point in the middle of his neck and bit down, just barely leaving the skin unbroken.

Spike growled, but Buffy shut him up with a demanding kiss. He tried to slip his tongue between her lips, but her own tongue wouldn't let him. It forced his tongue to try and work around it as it hopelessly continued trying to thrust it's way in. When she unexpectedly sucked his whole tongue into her mouth, he grabbed her hips and thrust up. She smiled and finally let him take control of the kiss.

His hands slipped under her shirt and caressed her back. She arched into him. He pulled the shirt up as he forced her jeans down. She helped with her shirt and then undid the button of his jeans. Spike yanked his pants just enough to get his cock out, but halted his surge into Buffy when he realized her jeans still sat too high on her hips. He couldn't spread her hips far enough to get inside her. She grinned as she loomed over him. Parting those plump lips purposefully in a naughty expression, she made him gasp as she rubbed the rough jean material across his swollen dick.

"Take them off." his voice was gravely and Buffy could hardly detect his accent. When she still only sat stubbornly, pinning him down, Spike ran his hands down her back to her bare butt and dug his fingers in. His fingers then continued down to the tops of her thighs, where the waistband of her jeans still rested.

In an instant, he had her on her back against the floor and her jeans down to just above her knees. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh and up to her mound. His thumb began to trace circles in just the right place and Buffy made small noises in the back of her throat as she rolled her hips up to him.

"Like that?" he asked and circled faster.

"Yes," she hissed out.

He stopped just before she came and pushed two fingers into her. He began pumping and Buffy rocked into him. When Spike started circling and pumping simultaneously, she tried to spread her legs to get him in deeper, but let out a frustrated sigh when her jeans resisted.

"Do you want them off now?" Spikes gaze bore down on her as he continued to thrust with his two fingers. He added another and Buffy let out a small scream. She nodded.

"Beg." Buffy's jaw locked and she arched against him a bit more. He thrust harder, but it wasn't enough.

"Please." she ground out and just like that, her pants were gone and a cool breeze shocked her.

The cool breeze was soon replaced with a warm tongue stroking at her entrance just once before Spike's strong hands gripped her thighs and pulled them even wider apart. He licked his way up her body, softly sucking and kissing her breasts on his way. When his head hung just above hers, he looked down at her, waiting. She knew what he wanted and looked up at him and pleaded with her eyes. Spike inched into her slowly. "Spike!" She gasped. He pulled out a little and slipped back in, holding her hips down when she tried to slam up into him.

"Magic word, love." Spike said as he flicked a nipple.

"Please." Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"What?" he asked, face intense and body strained.

"Harder!" she begged, and when he didn't quicken his maddeningly slow pace, "Please. Spike, fuck me harder!" Only then did he let loose. His hips came down hard on her until their pelvic bones ground together. Buffy cried out.

He stopped moving in and out of her to tweak her clit. "Mmm." Buffy's hands went up and down Spikes back to urge him on. He continued to build up faster and harder as he drove into her again and again. She came and she couldn't control the way her entire body shook. He didn't give her time to recover, he just kept pumping into her as she pulsed and convulsed around him.

He positioned himself so that with every thrust he rubbed against her perfectly and she came again. That was all Spike needed and he grabbed Buffy's ass and pressed her to him as hard as could when he came.

A few minutes later, both still in the same position, Buffy couldn't help a little laugh and smile. "What?" Spike asked, smiling in return.

"I don't think I can walk." She admitted, rolling them over so she lay on top of him. Still smiling, she snuggled into his chest.

"Liar. You're just dying to go another round." He sat up and pulled her with him. "You're never satisfied, slayer. One of the many reasons you're a perfect bedmate. One of the many reasons I love-"

"Right. Well, I'd better go. Willow and Xander might come looking for me." Buffy scooted away form him and started the doomed search for her bra. She could never find her under garments after an evening with Spike.

"Whatever happened to, 'Oh, Spike, I'm sooo tired!'" he mocked in falsetto.

"I didn't say that!" Buffy's bottom lip stuck out. "And I don't sound like that."

"Whatever." Spike stretched back out with his hands behind his head and enjoyed the show she was giving him as she looked for her cloths, bending over and walking around, naked as she was. Finally she gave up and slipped on a crumpled red dress she had been wearing when he had found her at the Bronze a couple nights ago. The shirt and jeans she'd been wearing earlier were well and truly lost now. Then she was out the door.

Spike quickly pulled up his pants and followed. He wasn't sure why he even took the time to dress. Force of habit, he supposed, to at least cover a bit before going outside. It was a waste of time, though, he knew he wouldn't be needing cloths. At least he hadn't buttoned.

He found her walking towards the entrance to the cemetery. She should have been out of the cemetery by now, but she took the long way, through the trees. She'd wanted him to catch up. He ran the last few feet to her and grabbed her around the waist, swinging her around before setting her down and clamping his hand around the back of her neck to bring her close for a kiss.

Buffy jumped on him, hoping to catch him of guard and take control, but Spike held her weight easily. She wrapped her legs around him and kissed him vigorously. When she started pulling at his hair, he grabbed her waist and yanked her down so she was standing. He leaned her against the nearest tombstone and kissed her gently. He kneaded her breast and groped her ass. She felt him perfectly through only the thin, soft silk of her dress.

When she nipped his lip impatiently and hard enough to draw blood, his grip tightened and he growled. He flipped her so her stomach lay across the gravestone and legs were trapped by his. Hunched over the tombstone, she thought, talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place! She tried to straighten her back, but Spike kept a hand on the back of her head and pushed her back down.

Buffy felt the hem of her dress slip up and his fingers slide against the insides of her upper thigh. He pulled her legs apart and held her so her ass angled up. She struggled just a little bit, but all thoughts of struggling slipped from her mind as he pushed his cock into her from behind. She never really wanted to, but she always ended up submitting to him. He felt too good, and he felt even better this way, gloriously big and strong.

Spike thrust harder and deeper. Buffy felt the rough cement of the headstone scrape against her bare thighs. The skin tore and the scent of blood filled the air. It excited Spike, and he shoved into her even harder. Now her lower stomach was getting cement burn too, but she could only feel the exquisite pleasure of Spike filling her again and again. His hands held her body in place at her waist, but every so often they would drift up to to squeeze or pinch her breasts. One did just that, while the other hand drifted lower to her clit. He only pressed his hand to her mound. The motion of him thrusting into her rocked him into his hand. It forced her body to slide up and down his hand as he slammed into her from the back. Buffy came like that, stomach against hard stone and riding his cock and his hand. Her knees gave out and she stifled a scream.

Spike held her up by her waist and continued slamming into her harder than ever. "Again," he ground out as he kissed the skin over her spine.

"Can't," Buffy panted.

"You will." he commanded harshly. He hoisted her ass up and spread her even further, never missing a beat. He sank deeper into her and she screamed. "Now." he demanded, slamming hard as he could and grinding. She cried out as her orgasm slowly went through her and seemed to drag on and on. Hearing her weak mews, Spike shouted and pumped twice more before his grip tightened painfully around her and she felt him come inside her.

Buffy was still hugging the gravestone minutes later. Spike had disengaged from her, but his body still weighed heavily on her, and she loved it. He turned her around and picked her up only to set her gently on the grass. His eyes looked into hers and shone with love. Buffy looked away, uncomfortable, but unfortunately, she really couldn't walk this time. His eyes drifted down lower and stopped at the blood smeared across her upper stomach and thighs. "I'm sorry."

Buffy could tell. The worried expression on his face as he examined her scrapes was laced with guilt and disgust. Buffy knew they'd be gone when she woke up tomorrow. "Don't be." Buffy met Spike's eyes when they moved back up to her face. "I loved it." she whispered. Spike looked away before she'd see the tears in his eyes. His head moved down to her stomach. His tongue made one sudden motion across her belly, just below her belly button. He looked up again, testing her reaction. When she didn't stop him or protest, he continued. He licked a small smear of blood and pressed his lips feather light to the same spot. Buffy lay back and closed her eyes and secretly loved the strange comfort Spike offered. Her hand found the soft curls of his hair and she stroked his head as he thoroughly cleaned all the blood from her stomach and thighs.

When he was done, he curled next to her and pulled her close. She almost fell asleep in the grass with him. She was tired and calm, and sleep sounded like the perfect idea. She allowed herself to drift, knowing Spike would keep her safe if she did fall asleep. Soon after that thought, cracking branches and crackling leaves could be heard nearby in the cemetery.

"Shit!" Buffy pushed Spike off her and stood up, smoothing her dress over her hips and running a hand through her hair. She glanced over at Spike and saw his pants weren't even past his knees yet. One male and one female voice could be heard now. She was about to tell Spike to hurry, but it was too late. Two figures stepped out from behind some trees and could be seen in the shadows. "Look, Xander, I can explain!"