Buffy stopped crying and pulled away from Spike, she looked up at him and saw the tears running down his face. She brought one hand up to his face and cupped his cheek in her hand. He looked down at her and as their eyes met they seemed to have a conversation that lasted a lifetime. Her eyes drifted to his lips, and then back to his eyes, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, and all the feelings she had towards him, that she had forced down rushed to the surface. Her body was on fire, the heat radiating from his kiss was sending spikes of white hot pleasure to her womb, and as she felt his tongue asking for access to her mouth, she did the one thing she never thought she would do, and let him in.
Spike was in heaven, the woman he loved was in his arms and she was kissing him, her lips opened in invitation and he slid his tongue into her mouth, exploring and caressing, rubbing against her tongue, and as he heard her moan he thought she really must have staked him, but no Buffy was kissing him, after her had offered her comfort. Wait a minute. Spike pulled back, and Buffy looked at him with questioning eyes. "Are you sure you want this, luv?"
Buffy looked at Spike, and saw apprehension in his eyes. Of course he wouldn't be sure of this; she had pushed him away far too often. Instead of answering him, she pulled his face down to hers and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I'm sure Spike. Do you want to come inside?" She saw his eyes widen at her offer, and he slowly nodded his head. Buffy got to her feet and held out her hand, hope lit up Spike's face as he placed his hand in hers, and allowed her to lead him into the house.
As they entered the kitchen Spike noticed Willow and Dawn sat at the island in the middle of the room, and as they looked towards the door, he expected Buffy to drop his hand, but instead she held on, and pulled him further into the room. "Hey Buffy...What you doing?" Willow's eyes were locked on his and Buffy's interlocked hands, and he began to feel rather nervous. "Coming in from patrol. Why do you ask?" Buffy continued into the kitchen and pulled him along with her. "Are you okay? Nothing wrong is there?" Buffy froze up slightly, and Spike tried to loosen his hand from hers, only to feel her tighten her grip. Spike leaned in close to her ear, "Luv, if you don't want me to go, I'll meet you up in your room, okay. Pet? Just shake your head if you want me to stay."
Buffy really didn't want Spike to go, but she could tell that Willow was thinking the worst, but as she heard Spike's whisper she smiled, and shook her head. "No Wills, nothing's wrong, Spike was just walking me home, I met up with a pretty nasty demon and he helped me out." She felt rather than saw Spike's smile, and she released his hand. "Yeah, and now that the Slayer's home in one piece, I'll be off. Nice seeing you Red, Niblet." At the sound of her pet name Dawn looked up at smiled at Spike, "Bye Spike." Spike left the room, and Buffy let out a breath she hadn't noticed she'd been holding. "Well I'm going to bed. I'm a little wiped." Willow looked apprehensive but nodded in agreement. "Alright, I'll see you in the morning then." "Night Buffy." Dawn chirped. And at that Buffy nearly ran to the door.
Spike was nervous, he knew that if he had been human, his heart would have been beating out of his chest, he was crouched just inside Buffy's window, and as her door opened a wave of relief swept through him. He stood and allowed the light from the hallway to wash over him. He heard Buffy's slight gasp and smiled, and it was a smile not just his trademark smirk, seeing an answering one appear on Buffy's face.
As Buffy approached her bedroom door, she felt her stomach clench as nerves hit her. She knew what would happen if she entered her room, yet as she opened her door and saw the smile on Spike's face she was very glad she'd asked him to stay and smiled back. In an instant she had crossed the room and was claiming his mouth with a need she had never felt before. And instantly her fire was met by his, she felt his tongue sweep across her bottom lip as his hand wrapped around her hip and pulled her closer to him, bringing her into contact with the hard and very obvious evidence of his desire, Buffy gasped as Spike ground himself against her and as soon as her lips parted Spike took the advantage and instantly his tongue joined hers and began to explore every corner of her mouth. The two duelled for dominance within the kiss, both of them losing themselves within the sensation of being together. Buffy felt her knees buckle from the feelings Spike was evoking in her, and just as she felt she was going to fall, Spike swept her into his arms and carried her over to the bed.
Spike couldn't believe it, he had to stop himself from pinching he arm just to make sure it wasn't a dream, as he laid Buffy down on her bed, and as he pulled back and looked at her, his breathe caught in his throat, "You look bloody gorgeous luv." At his words a blush flooded Buffy's cheeks, making her look all the more beautiful to him. He leant over and placed his lips back on hers before placing soft kisses all over her face and neck. Murmuring sweet nothings into her skin, he felt her pulse race when he moved his mouth over the bite marks on her neck. Knowing from experience just how sensitive they were, he swiped his tongue over them and felt her shudder beneath him. Spike moved himself so that he was lying between Buffy's legs and let part of his weight press down into her, letting her feel just what she was doing to him.