A/N: WOW it's been a long time since I've updated any of my stories, but here's a new chapter. Does smut make up for the long wait? x3

Spike definitely made sure she didn't ruin the moment by talking - even when her mouth wasn't occupied, Spike was doing such amazing things with his tongue that it rendered the Slayer speechless. Their hands had torn at each other's clothing, Buffy had wrapped her muscular tightly around his torso, and he'd carried her up the stairs without detaching their mouths. Of course he wasn't used to the layout of the house and Buffy had to part from his lips in order to give him quick, giggled directions, but eventually Spike had found her room, threw open the door and brought Buffy down on the bed before he kicked the door shut behind them. Now they were each utterly unable to take their hands away from the other. Five years - it should have fizzled out any connection they'd had, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, which really just led to an excess of fondling. Spike felt like he was on fire - again, but Buffy always had that effect on him. She always had - even when he'd been trying to kill her.

Soon enough and their clothes were tossed haphazardly throughout her room and Spike was poised over her. God, she's beautiful, he couldn't help but think. The years had been kind to her, and Spike was just as astounded by her. The golden hair spilling out around her head, her lips swollen and red from kisses, and her eyes fierce and piercing with a hazy, contented look he could only compare to a wild cat with its prey right in its grip. Spike was about to open his mouth to ask if she was sure . . . if she really wanted this - wanted him, but she beat him to speaking.

"Whatcha waitin' on, big shot? An invitation? Because ya know, I'm pretty sure you don't need one in this ca- . . ."

Her words ended in a sharp intake of breath as Spike plunged into her. She'd been with a guy or two since Spike - short, casual flings that led nowhere and meant very little to her - but wow she'd forgotten how amazing he was in bed, or well, anywhere - under a rug, for example. Their bodies seemed to mold together perfectly and after a few thrusts, they'd fallen into a compatible rhythm. Her nails clawed at his back, possibly drawing blood, but neither cared, and Spike did that little twist of his at the end of each thrust that hit her bundle of nerves and it wasn't long before she was moaning and keening and pulling him as close as possible to her. All the while Spike was alternating between babbling in her ear and kissing her fiercely.

Buffy felt her orgasm coming on in waves until, with a yell of finality even though this would not be her last orgasm that night, she screamed out Spike's name and came while he was inside of her. Her muscles spasmed and twitched, clenching Spike's cock and leading to his own orgasm as he grunted out her name. It took a few moments for Buffy to recover from that mind-rocking, earth-shattering orgasm, and she took the opportunity to catch her breath and nuzzle into Spike's side. "Wow . . ." she sighed contentedly - for the moment - and sat up on her elbow to stare down at the vampire in her bed and play with his hair. She always loved his hair after they had sex. She'd have never admitted it back then of course, but the way the hair gel he used wore off and the way it got all tousled? She could play with it all day.

"You said it, luv," he mumbled back, nuzzling into her neck and pressing kisses against her.

"Mmm, you keep that up and we'll be at this all night."

"And that's a bad thing?" He retorted with a smirk as his lips trailed lower and latched onto one of her nipples. Her mouth made a little 'o' of surprise, but it wasn't long before his attentions left her nipples and trailed lower. The blond took a quick moment to shoot his signature smirk up at her before he started trailing wet kisses down her abdomen and around her thighs before settling on his end destination. Buffy groaned and fell back against the pillows, opening her legs to give him better access. The first flick of his tongue against his clit made her fingers dig into the covers and a moan to escape her lips. Oh god the tongue thing, was about the only coherent thought she had before all thoughts left her and the sensation of his tongue exploring her folds took her over. He was torturing her with this. She groaned and clenched her fingers, unknowingly tearing her sheets, and begged him to stop teasing her so. He grinned, his mouth tasted of her and he couldn't have been happier. Spike removed his tongue - ignoring Buffy's mewl of protest - and climbed up her body before plunging in her again. "Come for me, luv. Make the neighbors know my bloody name," he muttered in her ear, and she obliged once again after a few thrusts.

After they both spent themselves, the two snuggled under the covers. It was new for Spike. That night he'd found her when she'd been kicked out, he'd only fallen asleep holding her with no sex involved, and all the previous times had been some sort of desperate, animalistic shag and she'd punched him and ran off afterwards. He remembered all those times clearly, remembered how he'd bollocksed up everything and how he'd tried to take advantage of her. The thought nearly made him cringe, so he focused back on the beautiful Slayer in his arms. With this bloody soul he had plenty of time to feel bad about his actions. For now he wanted to enjoy this night. He had a feeling it'd be the only one they'd have, or at least the only peaceful night they'd have. That amulet he'd worn in the Hellmouth had gone missing only a few hours after Angel had found out Spike was leaving to find Buffy, so Spike had to assume he'd have sent it to Giles as a warning or sorts, and considering how things had gone the last time he'd seen that stodgy arse, he had a feeling things wouldn't play out so well.

"Soo . . . does this mean you want me to stay?" The question rolled out of his mouth before he could stop it. Asking her those type of questions always made him tense and worried inside. He was so used to years of being denied by her that any scrap of affection or attention from her was enough to make him feel stupidly brave and ask things like that. Spike wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer. To his surprise, Buffy took one hard look at him and grabbed his cheeks with her hands and planted a hard kiss onto his lips.

"What do you think, doofus?" She asked with a smile. Yeah, the next few days - heck, even the next few weeks - would be hell with Giles and Angel, and maybe even Faith on her case, but she didn't care. She was sick of being alone, and even though her and Spike would have plenty of issues to work out, she couldn't think of anyone else she'd want to do that with. Buffy was done listening to what everyone else told her to do, or what was best for her to do - it hadn't worked out before. She'd wasted the time she had with Spike, and he'd wasted time he could have spent hunting her down and telling her he was still alive, but that didn't matter. Not tonight at least. Buffy sighed and leaned her head against his chest, finding comfort in the cool muscles of his chest and always marveling at his lack of a heartbeat. "We'll figure out things as they come I guess. Just - please stay." There it was, the small part of her that was just a sad and brokenhearted woman worried about being left behind again.

"For as long as you want me, pet."

"I'll always want you."