"Are you sure you don't want your present now?"

"Elizabeth, shhh!" William chuckled softly, as I firmly grabbed his ass. Before quickly checking that the coast was clear, he hastily pushed me through the door, into the study. Our hiding place.

As the door slammed shut behind us, William smirked flirtatiously in my direction. Our hands were entwined, as per. "So… that present you were talking about?"

"Any guesses what it is?" I asked rhetorically, my lips seducing his with several teasing, open-mouthed kisses. As if in response, a low growl ripped from his throat, and he gathered me up in his arms, pulling me flush against him.

"Care to enlighten me?" William's voice was low, uncharacteristically rough.

Call me Pet. Call me love….

I moaned against his lips as he carried me across the room, before roughly slamming me against the bookcase.

"Me," I breathed. "All of me…"

William kissed my neck hungrily, his tongue tracing delectable patterns on my skin. My legs were wrapped tightly around him, and I clutched the soft lapels of his jacket.

How I miss clutching greedy fistfuls of leather…

My fingers dug into the smooth leather of Spike's infamous trophy duster, as our tongues wildly danced; the kiss was both frenzied and fierce.

I couldn't push down my desire for him any longer. These pent-up feelings, forbidden as they were - which somehow made them even more delicious - were now exploding out in full force. I wanted him. And God, I wanted him bad…

He was hard and hungry against my thigh; overwhelmed by this sensation, my fist subconsciously knocked a hole through the wall behind us. My fingers then began running feverishly through his hair, whilst he picked me up effortlessly, as if I were weightless. My pussy gushed with arousal as he slammed me against the opposite wall; I could feel the building start to fall down around us, but I didn't care.

I wanted him so fucking bad….

Our hands were everywhere. My fingers frantically navigated his face, delighting in the sharpness of cheekbone and jaw which juxtaposed the soft plushness of the lips which dominated mine. Even through the denim prison of his jeans, I could feel his throbbing cock pressing into my core, aching to be freed. Our kisses deepened: hot, wet and desperately wanting.

Fucking demon - how fucking dare he make me feel this…

I pushed Spike violently.

But oh, I just wanna feel…

Push me back, Spike. Push me over the edge.

I pushed him again; he let me. As he fell back into the crumbling wall, his eyes searched mine wildly, dark with desire.

Hit me harder. Take me - fuck me.

Our kiss was a wild, untameable thing. A product of years of repressed, unbridled passion. Loathing, lust, love… and everything in between. But, whatever it was that currently fuelled our dangerous dancing, it was blindingly obvious that we both needed this. In that burning heat of the moment, we needed each other.

Fuck. You.

But please, fuck me senseless.

Seamlessly, I was lifted back up in his arms, my legs wrapped tightly around his torso. Kissing him was like a drug; I was already addicted, craving, inwardly convulsing. With an almost famished desperation, I yanked Spike's fly undone in one swift motion. I felt another rush of wetness soak my panties, as I quickly realised that Spike, on the other hand, wasn't wearing any underwear. As soon as his zipper was down, his engorged cock sprang free. My lips abruptly left his, and I was confronted by the passion stirring in the dilated pools of his eyes. In that very look, something momentous transpired - transcended between us; we knew exactly what needed to happen - what our bodies were screaming out for. And we were also both infinitely aware that this was me, and him. Spike… and Buffy. And that this fucked up thing between us would never be the same again; we'd never be the same again.

But right now… I'm really okay with that.

I want him. And I want him now.

Wordlessly… breathlessly… I took his beautiful, quite literally breathtaking cock in my hands. He shuddered against my touch; his cock instantly oozed precum. It was so… big. I mean, this was hardly a shocker - Spike strutted around with the epitome of 'big dick energy' … but fucking hell… it was big. At least eight inches long, and thick - girthy. I wanted to suck it. I've never been the biggest fan of blowjobs… but my God, how I wanted to suck his cock. But most of all - most of all, I wanted to really feel it…

My thoughts were barely coherent, clouded by lust… whilst in record-quick succession, I pulled my panties to one side, and slowly impaled myself onto him.

Sweet holy Jesus FUCK.

Spike's face contorted in beautiful agony, as if the pleasure was almost too much for him to bear. I audibly sucked in my breath, feeling immediate pain as I tried to adjust to his size, yet the rapid exhalations that followed were coloured by untameable moans, as any pain quickly melted into the most intoxicating bliss I had ever experienced. His length, once fully inside me, instantly, tantalisingly invaded my G-spot.

Holy shit… am I seriously this close to cumming already?!

Our eyes locked with a burning intensity, as I began to vigorously ride his cock, and our lips, as if magnetised, found each other again. Spike's low groans and soft whimpers were eclipsed by a sudden animalistic growl; as this primal, masculine sound ripped from his throat, his kiss became more forceful, and he fully took the reigns. I was, once again, slammed against the collapsing wall behind us, as Spike began forcibly fucking me. Dazed and disorientated, I heard my voice feverishly cry out his name, as I came hard, tightening and spasming around his cock.

"Fuck Buffy… I can feel you -" Spike breathed raggedly. "Exquisite. That's my girl…"

The unrelenting power of our passion was bringing the old building to its knees around us, but we barely noticed. Spike's rhythmic thrusts were domineeringly rough yet devastatingly sensual, and my soft moans transcended to untamed screams. This unspeakable sensation, paired with the combination of Spike's soft lips, the devilish flick of his tongue and faint scrape of his teeth against my neck was my utter undoing… I screamed his name for the umpteenth time, clawing savagely at his bleached blonde hair.

Impassioned and overwhelmed with pleasure, I punched yet another hole in the wall, which sparked the inevitable, utter demolishment of the house. Wood and rubble rained upon us as we fell through the floor, bodies entwined and minds unwittingly revelling in our destruction. Our dangerous, intoxicating dance… which, in truth, had only just begun…

My eyes were closed, as I relived the bittersweet memories of my first time with Spike. As I felt William's lips on my neck, I was tantalisingly reminded of the symmetry between the two scenes… and yeah, the notion of William fucking me in a way that mirrored one of the hottest encounters of my life - bar the falling debris - definitely turned me on.

I miss Spike.

Those were three words I'd never let myself utter, but it was true. More and more, my mind was assaulted with stolen images of Spike… Spike tilting his head, grinning at me; Spike sprawled out on the sofa, legs spread, wearing a surly expression; Spike taking a slow, almost seductive drag of his cigarette; Spike rolling his eyes, making his umpteenth sarcastic comment of the day; Spike singing 'The Ramones' under his breath; Spike throwing me roughly onto the bed, before pinning me down with devilish dexterity; Spike kissing me tenderly, his silver-ringed hands cupping my face; Spike bloodied and beaten, having risked his life to save my little sister; and Spike staring at me, with that unbridled, naked love in his eyes.

I feel so torn… I can't bear the thought of leaving William, but if my Spike never existed it would break me. The thought of never seeing him again makes me feel numb - I'm lost without him.

More than anyone in the world, William deserves to be loved… and I love him. I do - I love him with all my heart.

And I'll love him even more a hundred years in the future, when he becomes the vampire I loathed, lusted for and eventually learned to love. The vampire who knows me inside and out: body, mind and soul. Who guided me through my darkest hour, bringing me back to life. Who saved me, time and time again. Who loved me unconditionally, fighting against all that he was to be a better man. For me.

With fluent speed, my undergarments were discarded, as I lifted up my full skirts to press my hot, wet core flush against him. William moaned against my neck, and his fingers nimbly unfastened his own trousers, releasing his erection from captivity. My eyes fluttered shut as his lips began devouring mine; he took his cock in his hands, and began teasing my pussy with the tip.

"Do you want me, Elizabeth?" William murmured huskily against my lips.

"I want you now," I demanded, fiercely grinding my wetness against him. William had evidently grown in confidence since our first encounter; one arm effortlessly held my body up, astride him, whilst his other hand slowly guided his cock inside me, with one swift thrust. My quivering, aching walls tightened around him, as his sensually gyrating hips began rapidly increasing pace.

"Oh, Elizabeth…" he moaned gutturally.

"Call me Buffy," I blurted without thinking, the delirium of pleasure clearly blurring my brain.

William broke our kiss, glancing up at me curiously, yet continued to fuck me in a most satisfying fashion. "…Buffy?"

"Uh, it's my…" I trailed off, simultaneously catching my breath and wracking my brain for a believable response. "My nickname - remember?"

"Oh, yes…" William thankfully appeared unfazed, his lips returned to my neck, adorning my skin with spine-tingling, open-mouthed kisses.

"I'd just love to hear that name on your lips," I breathed. "It'd really excite me, ya know…"

William's kisses paved a seductive path up my neck, until his tongue gently caressed my ear. "Is that so… Buffy?" he purred.

Oh God - hearing those familiar syllables in that achingly familiar voice…

I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head; I felt another sudden gush of my arousal soaking his cock.

"You're so wet for me, Buffy," William hummed low in my ear, evidently delighting in the effect his velvety voice was having on me. I eagerly met his quickening thrusts with my hips, revelling in the sensation of being slammed against the bookcase with each thrust.

Just like the walls of that crumbling building…

"Say my name again, William - say it," I panted, feeling myself getting closer and closer to release.

"Buffy…" William purred obediently. "I could make love to you forever, Buffy… you make me whole. Buffy Summers, my love… my life." The slight break in his voice and shudder which wracked his body betrayed the fact that he was getting close too. He roughly grabbed my ass cheeks, lifting me up even higher, allowing his cock to penetrate me at an even more glorious, G-spot-centric angle.

"I… I love you… my William," I breathed harshly amidst the moans which tumbled endlessly from my lips. Our first dance of the day was clearly reaching its crescendo.

"Oh, Elizabeth… Buffy, I - I'm going to…"

"Me too… fuck, William!" I cried out his name, feeling my pussy start to contract around his cock. He was already cumming in quick, violent spurts; this feeling of him releasing inside me, combined with the beautiful, broken sound of his voice calling my name - my real name - sent me blissfully over the edge, in quick succession.

We remained in this intimate position - joined as one, noses touching, sharing breath - in the immediate aftermath of our harmonious climax. Soon, he carefully lifted me off his softening cock, before setting me down to a slightly wobbly standing position in front of him. Grinning, he placed a loving kiss on my swollen lips. As I eagerly returned his kiss, I began attempting to amend my now dishevelled, post-sex appearance; combing my fingers through my unruly hair and fixing my unkempt skirts.

William eventually pulled away, cupping my face with a tender look in his eyes. "Stop - you look perfect as you are."

"You stop," I giggled, blushing a little. "So… how did you like your present?"

"Definitely one of the best I've ever received," he grinned back at me.

"Happy twenty-sixth birthday, William."

I'd also bought William a beautiful leather-bound notebook, as his current one was rapidly filling up with his many 'scribblings', as he adorably called them. I chose a notebook in an inky, indigo blue hue, with his initials engraved on the cover in silver lettering. I optimistically hoped that this thoughtful touch would reflect the essence of William forever etched in Spike's heart, acting as a constant reminder of who he really was.

I had considered additionally writing William a birthday poem - purely for the deadpan hilarious irony of how we first met - but found myself unwillingly, instead, thinking of the type of poem which would be more fitting to read to him when he becomes Spike…

I really do miss him.

And whilst William's beautifully pure, adoring heart - which I can now see so much in Spike - inspired me to write romantic words akin to love songs and sonnets… there was one poem I remembered from a movie in my time, that kept incessantly replaying in my head throughout our poetry lessons; it was painfully raw and real. It definitely wasn't the kind of poem William had been trying to teach me about… but it was the only kind of poem I could ever imagine writing for Spike. Or even writing at all, for that matter. No flowery language, just stating it plain.

And if I ever read it aloud to him… well, I'd probably be just as emotionally overwhelmed as Kat, the main girl in the movie. I'd break down into tears, before fleeing the room.

Yet, there's one main difference between my life and the movie.

I know for a fact that Spike would always, always run after me.

10 Things I Hate About You.

I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much that it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate the way you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you -
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.