Spike and I ended up going back to his crypt, Buffy would be worried but I had a feeling that would be tomorrow morning...When she actually remembered she sent me out alone into the cemetary..Oh well. Spike had actually gotten a new T.V although it was just as shitty as the last one. It was small and boxy, brown like the ones you saw in a 50's sitcom. I was running my hand along the top of it, admiring the texture it left my fingers with.

"You know I love you right, pet?" Spiked asked loudly from behind me. I turned around to see him lounged out on the chair, looking between me and the television with an expectant look. I tilted my head and nodded hesitantly, it was an odd question.

"Good, now move. Your father obviously wasn't a glass maker and Passions is comin' on." Spike said snappily, I turned back around to the television to discover it was on and Passions was indeed coming on, paired with the orchestra and all. I quickly stepped to the side, I was dazed and moving slowly. I wasn't sure why I was though, I hadn't ran that far today... Perhaps I was just out of shape from my coma days.

"Sorry." I said quietly, looking around the crypt. It was a dusty old thing and quite frankly, dead people scared me. I hopped on top of the crypt and laid down. I laid there for a while, drifting in and out of sleep with time rolling past me, the cement under me was smooth but chilling and I was beginning to shiver. I had a vision of vamped out brunette. She was dressed in older garb and wasn't happy at all with something I had done.

"Oh luv." I heard an accented voice, containing appreciation, whisper near me. Peeking one eye open, I looked at Spike. He was smiling softly it was a nice smile, however it was not directed at my face.

"Really? Check out a girl's ass while shes asleep? Pervert." I said rolling my eyes and sitting up. My feet went over the side of the crypt and I looked back at him. He grinned and shrugged, no shame there. I sighed and hopped off momentairly forgetting my legs were very much asleep, toppling over I heard booming laughter.

"Piss off." I said grumpily as I tried to stand up, using the crypt for balance. The laughter subsided into a chuckle and I was lifted off the ground. He walked a few steps forward and promptly jumped into the hole. He landed smoothly of course, stupid vampires and their grace.

"You'll learn your grace eventually, my pet." The chest vibrated as we moved through the darkness, I supposed they didn't need the light to see either. God humans suck with senses, how have we not been exterminated yet? It also just occurred to me that I most likely just said at least part of my thoughts out loud or he was working the stupid bite crap. Ugh.

I was then dropped onto the bed and felt slightly like a cat that had just been pushed off a ledge, trying to land on its feet. Another chuckle sounded as the bed dipped next to me.

"Not funny Spike." I said snapping at him. He was beginning to piss me off with his stupid superiorness. Two cold arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me back towards their owner. I felt cold air on my neck, assuming it was his breath, I blew behind me. The arms and their owner jumped making me giggle.

"Oh so now its funny?" His voice sounded in my ear as he pulled me to him again. I nodded knowing he'd see it anyways with his stupid better night vision. Lips landed on the now healed bite making me still. It was still very much sensitive apparently. I felt him grin against my skin and felt his hand begin to slide down my stomach to work on my jean's top button.

SHEILD YOUR VIRGIN EYES, A LEMON IS APPROACHING.

"Nothing to say now?" I heard him whisper bemused, most likely with my sudden lack of movement. I glared across the room and attempt to shift away from him, I didn't quite feel 'in the mood'. If anything I wanted to go to sleep. He wasn't having any of that obviously, pulling my back towards him. He locked an arm around me and I growled out of annoyance, this wasn't a good thing to do I found out.

He growled sounding a little feral and pulled me tighter to him. I froze out of instinct and that annoyed me a little more, it was a dominance play and for some reason I couldn't get my body to disobey it. I had also suddenly discovered there were bruises on my back from the soreness when he pressed me against him, it was frustrating and everything felt wrong.

"Spike." It meant to come out harshly, a command that screamed 'let me go'. Instead it was more of a hoarse whisper, not very commanding at all. He obviously wasn't getting the hint and I jumped as his wet tongue slid across the bite.

All the tingly feelings were darting downwards and I wasn't sure if I enjoyed it or if it annoyed me he had this much control over my own body. I grinded my teeth and attempted to shift again, this time the consequences resulted in him cupping me. I froze again and he chuckled against my neck, the air drifted over me and I shivered as it hit his saliva on my neck.

"Come on Vic. Unwind." He said in a mixture of a command and a pitiful plea. I sighed and rolled my eyes, men. Getting an idea on grabbing the control I spun around and leapt at him, hoping to catch his lips with my own in the process. I did, however I also knocked heads with him. He panicked at this of course totally killing the mood for me.

"Are you alright?" He asked worriedly as he put his hand over my forehead, fingers feeling for any sort of knot.

"Yes for god's sake, calm yourself. I'm human, not a porcelain doll." I said as I sighed pushing his hand away and pushing him down on to the bed. Briefly I hoped we weren't close to the edge as I was sure I'd fall off first. His hands ran down my sides and rested on my ass, it was odd but I didn't pay much attention.

I quickly went back to forcibly kissing him, he returned it with as much gusto as I had started it with. We were fighting for power with our tongues, each touch sent a shiver down my spine, and he began to grip my behind with one hand as the other worked on my jeans.

Pulling back from him, I slid the jeans off myself. As I leaned back down he began to grope my ass harder, his fingers drifted down and eventually found their way onto my clit. He was definitely excited, and moving quickly, tonight or this morning I supposed since it was very close to dawn when we came back.

His fingers rolled it quickly, I sucked on his lower lip keeping it between my teeth. He pulled back and shifted down, sucking on my breasts, pulling the nipple between his teeth and working it with his tongue.

I moaned and bit down on my own lip, cutting it short. His fingers slid into my pussy with more momentum than before, making me yelp. I supposed that was my 'punishment' for not letting it out loudly as I would have. I pulled back from his mouth, he growled and I froze then whined as he pulled his fingers out from me and slapped my ass. It stung and I bit my lip harder. I drew blood as I licked my lips and tasted the irony liquid.

Abruptly we flipped positions, I was on the bottom again and I frowned. I was supposed to have the control this time, dammit! I heard rustling and the sound of clothing hitting the floor, Spike had stripped.

When he was back on me, fingers at my entrance and his mouth sucking on my neck, I could barely feel his arm hair tickling my cheek through the rush. Before I realized it his dick was buried deep inside me, and I wanted it rougher than this. I raked my nails down his back out of pleasure and this elicited the response I wanted.

He bit down on my neck. He was drawing blood, I felt it drip down the back of my neck as I heard him swallow and breath out haphazardly. He was losing his cool around my blood and he knew it as well as I did.

He pulled away from my neck and began to kiss me harshly, pumping harder now as his thrusts gained speed. His hand wrapped itself around my lower waist as he came inside of me groaning as I did as well. His grip tightened dramatically and I began to wonder if he would wind up shattering my hip and how to explain that to Buffy in a way that she wouldn't blow her top.

"Good for you?" He whispered hoarsely into the darkness and released his hold on me. I nodded despite the fact that I was a little frustrated, I just wanted to sleep at this point anyways. I could feel him trying to figure out if I was lying or not. He sighed.

"I know you're lying, luv." His voice was beginning to heal itself, not sounding as winded or hoarse as he had before. I reached up searching for his face, he leaned down into my hand and I smiled.

"It was fine, now get out." I said grinning as I brought his face down and kissed his forehead. He had obviously forgotten where exactly his part was resting and pulled out smoothly.

LEAVING LEMON TOWN, YOU CAN LOOK AGAIN.

He rolled to the side of me and pulled me flush against him, I was pretty sure it was a protection thing he had going on. I was always the little spoon with him, and he always jumped out in front of me when things happened. It was comforting and to be honest I felt closer to him more so than ever. I fell asleep easily and stayed asleep for a long while.

When I awoke, I wasn't entirely sure about the time or where I was at first. It was dark and it took my mind a good few seconds to recall exactly where I was. All I could remember was Drusilla, I had a vision of her.

I was sure of it. She was angry but she was talking to me like she knew what I knew in the vision, it was the clearest one yet. It also gave me shivers, she was unhinged and malicious. She was torturing me, slicing my skin and muscle open, changing her face into ones I knew and loved; it was horrific.

An arm moved around my waist and out of the fright I yelped as I jumped, the arm froze immediately.

"Its just me, Tic Tac." A breath blew in my ear and it dawned on me that I was safe and with Spike...sorta safe then. I let out a nervous chuckle and he reached over me. The light flipped on and concerned sky blue eyes stared into mine.

"What?" I asked him hesitantly after several minutes of awkward staring, for a bit I thought we had entered a stare down. This was a crooked game as vampires didn't particularly need to blink to see.

"What did you see?" He asked me now crossed, probably at the lack of response or that he lost the stare down. I sighed, I had forgotten he knew what I could do when I was asleep.

I had also forgotten we were both incredibly naked and attempted to pull the covers up a hair for some decency, he rolled his eyes and tugged the blanket down to my waist. It was cold down here, I'd decided. I shrugged and avoided his gaze which was hard to do, considering he was right on top of me.

"Vic, come on. If its a danger to you, I need to know." He said determinedly, his voice had grown a little louder and I glared at him. He glared back and easily won that glare down. I rolled my eyes and shrugged again, I didn't want to tell him about it. I remembered hearing the stories of him and Drusilla. He risked everything and went back to her multiple times, I wasn't about to let him know she was coming.

"Its nothing, Spike." I said quietly, still avoiding his eyes. He let out a mixture of a growl and a frustrated noise. I raised a brow at his and his hand began to stroke my neck, the blood and wound had crusted over.

"You'll tell me Vic. You'll tell me now or we can bloody wait here until you want to leave." He said angrily. I raised both brows at this, giving him a look. He glared at me and I glared back in an act of blatant defiance.

"Excuse you. I can leave whenever I want, good sir." I snapped back at him, gaining confidence and emphasizing the sir in a mockery of his morality, as I began to shove him off of me and leave this literal dirty, hole in the ground. His hand stopped stroking and instead wrapped itself around my throat, causing me to freeze my motions as it tightened slightly. I looked back into his eyes, he wasn't angry but he wasn't about to accept my sass. It occured to me then that at this point, I was at a total disadvantage.

"Victoria." He said in a growl as he glared down at me. He did look scary, towering over me and his arms locking me into place.

"Fine! For god's sake, it was just a scary dream. Let go of my throat Spike, its not a fucking de-stress ball that you can squeeze for your enjoyment." I snapped at him and he let go of it, resuming his ministrations of stroking my neck instead. I glared down at his chest as he nodded.

"Alright. Good enough, as long as you're sure it was just a dream?" He asked seriously as his hand continued, it was distracting however comforting.

"Yeah yeah, I'm sure." I said grumpling and roling over on my stomach. He stopped stroking and leaned down over my shoulder. I peeked open one eye right as he went to kiss it. We both burst out laughing for a few seconds.

"Well done, Spike." I said between laughter that dwindled down to chuckling then giggling. He just grinned, no shame whatsoever, the little romantic shit.

"You know me, I always strive to a bloody good job done." He said smartly and kissed my neck. I stilled my giggling and let out a frustrated sigh he almost giggled and reached over me for the light. We were surrounded by darkness once more.

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