Upgrade

By the third time they'd made love that morning Buffy felt as if they'd been doing it all their lives. Spike seemed to know her body better than she did – taught her how to use it in ways she'd never imagined, but not in a way that made her feel foolish or inexperienced. On the contrary, the Slayer felt liberated.

Letting out a guttural moan she fell back against the mattress, leaving Spike panting on top of her, enjoying the view.

"Don't want this to end," she breathed.

"Doesn't have to," he told her.

It was a beautiful lie, and she let herself believe it for all of three seconds before sitting up and shaking her head.

"Know how I wanted to let you loose?" he asked then, continuing when she nodded. "This summer. When school's over, an' the world doesn't end, how's about it? Can do this for three months straight."

"That sounds so good."

"'s a deal," he beamed, before lifting himself off her with a joint whimper of protest as he slid from between her slick, tender folds. "Come on," he instructed, holding out his hand to her. She took it, not knowing where they were going, until he pushed her towards the bathroom.

"Run along, now, before I stop feeling noble."

Buffy grinned, telling him she'd be, "Just ten minutes," then adding "Love you," before shutting the door.

Staring at the back of the door Spike went into game face briefly, as his hand found his suddenly rigid cock again, muttering "That girl's gonna kill me," as he tugged at his flesh. Her scent was all around him, and his demon was demanding he possess her completely. "Buffy bloody Summers. What a way to go."

After her shower Buffy walked back into the bedroom to find Spike lying there, spread-eagle, with his eyes closed.

"Tired?" she asked, in a teasing voice, before licking her bottom lip.

"Exhausted," he replied, before finally propping himself up on his elbows. "Ready to go?"

Buffy was silent – completely distracted – which made him chuckle. Only when he handed her something did she come out of her reverie.

"Huh?" was all she said, flipping the car keys over in her hand, "What are these for?"

"They make the big machine out there go," he deadpanned. "It takes the pretty girl fun places. Or, mediocre places – this is Sunnyhell, after all."

Her brow furrowed, so he explained properly saying, "You were planning to see your mum and watcher."

"I am, I just thought you were coming."

"Would love to, pet, but the big flaming ball in the sky has other ideas."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Gonna re-paint the windows when I get a minute."

"Wait," she backed up, still not processing the situation. "You actually trust me with your car?"

Spike shrugged. "Not much you could do to it that I haven't already."

"But, you-" she began, before a wide smile stretched across her face and she repeated, "You trust me with your car. This makes you like the best boyfriend ever!"

Next thing he knew he had a lap full of Slayer, who was hugging him tightly.

"Remind me to let you use my stuff more often," he joked.

"I will," she replied, trying and failing for a sultry tone, which they both laughed at.

"Seriously, this is so cool."

"Seriously? You have ten seconds to get behind the wheel before I make you stay here with me 'till the sun goes down."

To her credit she looked torn on the issue, which made the vampire love her just that little bit more. Using his last bit of reason and willpower he kissed her, then pushed her towards the door, saying, "Go."

That's when it hit her how difficult and draining the conversations she was about to face head on were, and she wavered once more.

"It'll be fine," he reassured her, somehow knowing exactly what she was thinking, before standing up to give her a final kiss. "I'll meet you at yours after dark."

"How will you-"

"Bloody hell, I'll get there, just go!" he insisted, his patience fraying, "'m serious about taking you back to bed and never letting you leave again."

"Am I doing that annoying needy thing kids do? Oh, god! I am, aren't I? I'm sorry!"

"Buffy…"

"Okay, okay, I'm being dumb. I'll go."

"Right."

She shut the door, and he lay down again, but then the door opened again, and she jumped on him, peppering his face with kisses before running out for real.

Spike smiled, and rolled his eyes, then silently thanked the gods for her one more time, before muttering out loud to himself about her being a "Silly bint."

When Spike walked through Buffy's front door later that evening he was surprised to find Joyce being nice to him. Not just polite, but genuinely nice.

"Mum took it well, then?" he asked the Slayer, quietly, when she'd gone into the kitchen to fetch them some snacks.

"Are you serious?" Buffy replied. "I told her you saved me from going mad with that aspect of the demon thing and she practically wanted to throw you a party. That was even before I told her me and Angel split up. Think this is the happiest she's been all year."

"So she didn't like Captain Forehead, then? Woman's smarter than she looks."

"Hey!" Buffy slapped his arm playfully.

"Hey yourself," he replied, pulling her in for a deep, needy kiss. It had been too long. The hours that they'd been apart left him craving her and, by the way she responded to him, he'd put money on her feeling the same way.

A minute later Joyce returned and had to clear her throat loudly before they noticed her and pulled apart.

"Oh, um…" Buffy stammered.

"I think you missed the part about you two being… Involved, during our little conversation earlier, young lady."

"I… well-"

"It's early days," Spike interjected on Buffy's behalf, reassuringly squeezing her hand.

"Yeah, totally early!" Buffy agreed.

"I see," said Joyce, before giving a little shrug. "Well, you are an upgrade on Angel."

"Mom!" Buffy exclaimed, aghast, while Spike laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch. Then, as if none of that had happened, Joyce went back to what she was doing – setting down the plate of nachos in front of them.

"Need a napkin?"

To be continued...