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Chapter Four: "You Are My Passion For Life…"

Spike grabbed her by the back of the neck and ran his lips across hers. Buffy parted her mouth instantly and kissed him back. Never in her life had she ever been kissed like this. It was deep, yet soft, passionate, yet gentle. Everything a kiss should be and more.

God, he's amazing at this, Buffy thought to herself. He put his hand around he waist and pulled her closer to him, letting his tongue run across the cavern of her mouth.

She moaned putting a hand on his cheek.

Coming to his senses, Spike pulled away and looked at the ground, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—Oh, God." He let go off her hips and scratched his head.

Buffy was upset that it had ended, "Its fine."

He looked at her and attempted to smile. The two of them sat there for ten seconds…

"Breathe in, breathe out…" Passions started. Purple and Blue title credits with calligraphy flashed on the screen. Thank God for Passions…

Thirty minutes into the episode, Buffy was asleep on his chest. It had been a long twenty four hours for them both, but Spike didn't want to lose this feeling. His finger ran across the line of her jaw. God, she's beautiful.

He hadn't planned on going to sleep, but the weights of his eyelids were winning this battle. Spike sighed, would she get upset if I moved her?

He shook his head and put an arm underneath her knee and the other behind her head before standing up and going down the ladder to the bottom half of the crypt. He hadn't healed completely, so the pain was mind numbing.

Spike felt her nuzzle her face on his chest and smiled. He made his merry way to the bed and stopped. Should I sleep somewhere else? Something about sharing a bed with the Slayer made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that she could kill him with her pinky while blind folded for pulling a stunt like that, or was it because he was nervous?

He lay her gently on the pillow and bit his bottom lip. He had decided to go to sleep upstairs and not bother with the awkward morning to follow if he accompanied her.

"Spike?" He turned to see Buffy sitting up in the bed groggily.

"I'm just going to go sleep upstairs."

"No. You might get hurt. What if a demon comes and you're too weak and kitteny to do a thing about it?!" She threw a hand to emphasize her point.

Spike knitted his eyebrows and frowned, "Well, what am I supposed to do?" Spike asked.

She sighed and scooted over in the bed, "Hold me?"

That was it, he was scared. "Alright." He made his way back to the bed and slowly sat down, letting Buffy fall into his embrace. She buried her face into his chest and breathed softly, "Good night, Spike."

Taking a deep, unnecessary breath, "G'night, Slayer."

Spike lay there quietly, watching her sleep. After a few minutes, Buffy moved up his body and her face was in the crook of his neck. He felt like he was going to die. Quickly, he closed his eyes. Buffy mumbled something in her sleep.

"What, luv?" He whispered softly into her ear.

"Spike…love you…Spike…"

Bloody hell! She was dreamin' about me! She is dreamin' about me. Did she say she loved me? Unless, she was dreamin' of Soldier Boy and sayin' his name. That would be bloody hilarious…what if it was to me? Is it considered a dream or a nightmare?

There was nothing he could do right then. Spike put an arm around her and took in the smell of her hair, "Sweet dreams."

Buffy opened her eyes and moved, realizing she was on Spike. Smiling to herself, she looked up at the slumbering vampire, "Spike." She shook his shoulder softly, "Spike, wake up."

"Bloody hell…" He groaned, rubbing his eye with the back of his hand.

Spike looked at her strangely before smiling, "Hmm. Good morning, pet."

She was still, "Spike?"

"Yeah?"

Buffy frowned, "How long can I stay?"

"As long as you like, Buffy. Remember this is for you to rest. If you need to stay a while, that's fine with me." Spike sat up.

Buffy rolled off of his chest and onto the pillow next to her. If she was going to stay any longer, she had to tell him today, "Spike, what are our plans for today?"

He slapped his forehead, "I hope you don't mind watching mindless hours of soap opera."

Buffy cocked an eyebrow, "What?"

"Well, I've been busy getting tortured, snuggled, and bandaged. Passions has been taped for the past two weeks."

"How can you even stand to watch that crap? It's all baby drama and adultery."

Spike crossed his arms, "Think so?"

Buffy nodded dramatically. Spike smiled, "Fine. I'll watch it and you can do something else."

"Nah, I'll just sit through hours of 'mindless soap opera'." She pretended to be disappointed with the plan when in fact, it was just more time with Spike.

Both sat on the crypt floor as Spike pushed in the first tape, "If I die of boredom, don't try CPR."

Spike wagged his eyebrows, "I'll resuscitate until I can't take it anymore."

Buffy rolled her eyes, hiding the fact that she was blushing, "Good thing I find it impossible to get sucked into such a monstrosity." She waved her hand around and smiled.

Spike shushed her, "It's comin' on."

------------------------Six Hours Later---------------------------------------------------------

Buffy pointed a finger at the screen, "So she's going to have his baby?"

Spike nodded, "Right."

"But isn't he married to her?" Buffy asked.

Spike shook his head, "No, no, no, he just had an affair with her while engaged to Ivy."

Buffy nodded, "Oh." She watched the next few minutes before interrupting, "What about Luis?"

Spike waved a hand and a look of disgust spread across his face, "Don't worry about that wanker."

Buffy laughed. It had only taken six episodes of Passions to make her love it. Then again, it only took three years of Spike to make her love him and that was going okay.

After they finished their Passions marathon, Spike yawned and stretched out his arms, "I don't think I caught a single line of dialogue between your bloody questions."

She slapped his arm, "Please, like you weren't happy that you'd gotten me all into your stupid daytime drama!"

He grinned, "Seduced you, did it?"

She bit her lip, "Okay, it did."

Spike frowned and looked at the ceiling.

"What?" Buffy questioned, following her gaze.

He looked at her again, "Nothing, just waiting for lightning to strike." He chuckled as she reached over and grabbed his side. A look of bewilderment crossed her features.

"You. Are. Ticklish!"

He gave her a look of warning, "No, Slayer. You can hit me 'til I go unconscious, but none of that!" She lunged for him. Buffy curled her fingers and tickled his ribcage, making him fall on his back laughing. He swatted at her hands, but she persisted. Buffy climbed onto his waist and pinned him to the crypt floor and tortured him mercilessly.

After having enough of the Slayer's game, he rolled on top of her. Buffy stopped tickling him and put her hands on his chest. Spike was letting the last few chuckles slip out while he controlled his breathing.

"I told you. Now you're going to…" Buffy lifted her head, pushing her mouth against his. Spike hesitated before giving in and returning the action. Buffy reached out to stroke Spike's face, caressing his jaw and cheekbones. There was something she had to tell him, something that had to be said tonight. She pulled back and smiled. Buffy kissed Spike again. The caress of his tongue against hers sent shivers down her spine and into her womb.

When they broke the kiss again, Spike looked at he as if asking for permission to kiss her again. Her breathing was labored and Spike could feel her heart beat quickening. Buffy ran a hand through his hair and he frowned. Spike smoothed his hair back self-consciously, and then gave Buffy a sexy, confident smile. He leaned towards her, resting his weight on his lean, muscular arms. They kissed again, and Buffy stroked his chest, tracing the contours of his pectorals down to the waistband of his jeans. A flicker of fear crossed his face, and she withdrew. But then he smiled and caught her hand, pulling it back to the hard bulge in his pants. Buffy watched his face as she stroked him, feeling her own desire mounting when he closed his eyes and groaned. Overcome by the tenderness she felt for him, she kissed his face and neck until he opened his eyes again.

They stared at each other for a moment, serious and out of breath. Then Spike grinned and raised his eyebrows invitingly. Buffy responded with an encouraging smile.

The two rolled around on the concrete floor tearing at each other's clothes and finding the pink comforter. Spike found his way back on top of her and sighed. Buffy slipped one arm around Spike's neck, pulling him down on top of her. She parted her legs, wrapping them around his narrow hips, rubbing herself against him. It wasn't the most subtle invitation, but after all these weeks of waiting, she wanted him too much to wait any longer. Despite the obvious invitation, Spike hesitated, pulling back to search her face.

"Hmm?" he murmured.

"Hmm!" she responded with a smile.

Spike let out an unmanly whimper and pushed inside her, his eyes closing as a look of bliss fell on his handsome features. Buffy clutched his shoulders and let out a low moan. God, she'd actually forgotten how good it felt to have a man inside her. Spike was a perfect fit to stimulate her just the right way.

His eyes fluttered open when Buffy moaned again. Spike was moving his hips slowly, his expression unsmiling, almost pained, as if he were working hard to make the moment last, more intent on Buffy's pleasure than his own. But this wasn't the time for hard work; Buffy wanted Spike to be enjoying this.

She smiled wickedly and grabbed his bottom, encouraging him to move faster. Spike grinned and shook his head as if to say what a tease she was, but then he kissed her and complied, thrusting harder, his eyes locked on hers.

This was exactly what she wanted. Buffy leaned her forehead against Spike's, her arms around his neck, her legs locked around his hips. Her heart was thumping wildly and her skin was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. His thrusts were getting even harder, hammering into Buffy and making her moan with pleasure. God, if he just kept this up a little bit longer—

His hand reached between them and found her clit, moving his fingers in a circular motion, bringing her to her climax faster. Spike moved his hand faster and Buffy felt her release coming and coming. With one more thrust, Buffy came, bringing Spike with her only seconds after. He gave one more thrust before collapsing on top of her.

Buffy laughed and kissed his neck. He was still inside her, and her arms and legs still wrapped around him. Now she had him, she would never let go. As soon as she relaxed her hold, though, Spike rolled off onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, looking out of breath.

"I take it, you want to head home? Had your fun and now you're off?" Spike laughed.

"That's not funny," admonished Buffy, "I didn't just…This wasn't about me getting off."

Spike looked at her, putting a hand on his chest and smiling.

"It was about you."

There was a long pause.

Silence.

Dead silence.

Deafening silence.

Screaming silence.

Buffy swallowed hard, "I love you, Spike."