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The rest of the day was uneventful in the real world. Buffy had put the whiskey away pretty much as soon as Dawn had left, she intended on going into to work tomorrow and turning up hungover and stinking of booze after taking the day off sick would be an absolutely awful idea.

She's text Jon and told him that she was feeling a lot better and that she'd be in for her shift tomorrow. She's wanted to ask how the trail had gone but she just left it. She'd find out soon enough anyway.

She'd tried to distract herself by cleaning, going on the treadmill, and finally the TV but nothing had worked. All she could see was his beautiful blue eyes staring at her. She'd had that memory so many times, but it had always been an old one, but here he was again with those eyes. It was always his eyes that got her, well ok maybe not only is eyes because lets face it there were some other pretty impressive parts of him too, but yeah those eyes. It had been so strange for him to be looking at her, his expressions so familiar but without the love in his eyes. Even though she'd told Dawn that he was another person just with the same body she had to admit it hurt to see him looking at her like she was just some girl.

She remembered that he'd said her name and despite her overall shock at the situation it felt good. His low, sensual voice saying her name, only without the desire or innuendo. Dawn must have spoken about her when she went on her little night out with Spike. She still couldn't believe that she'd done that. Dawn had been sat only a short walk down the road from where she'd been working, with Spike, talking about her. Much as she loved her sister she could kill her sometimes. Buffy didn't want to acknowledge that she felt a bit jealous.

He looked just the same and even though he was fully dressed Buffy could just tell that he still had his perfect muscular body. He'd been wearing a back t-shirt and his forearms looked slender but strong, the outline of the muscle showing but not too prominent. It wasn't long before she was thinking about those arms around her waist, fumbling with her clothes. She remembered the way he said her name when they were kissing, low and needing. The way he wanted her made her feel so good, whenever he was anywhere near her the desire just flooded out of him. When he was touching her he just wanted to be closer and closer. God how much money had she wasted on clothes that got ripped and torn in their moments of passion, nothing was safe from him, whatever stood in between him and her bare skin he just got destroyed.

In one weird moment during their relationship she's gone out and bought some sexy lingerie. She still didn't know why she's done it, it wasn't like she was ever overly interested in what he wanted. Maybe she's been over come by wanting something normal, and going out to buy sexy lingerie was a normal thing to do to surprise your boyfriend. Not that she ever called him her boyfriend. Boy had he been surprised, the look on his face was priceless when she's turned up at his crypt wearing his duster that he'd accidentally left at her place. As she climbed down the ladder to the lower level he could see that her legs were bear. His eyes were on fire and he looked like her wanted to pull her off the ladder and devour her, but in a moment of uncharacteristic patience he'd stayed sat on the end of his bed watching her every move. She let the duster slip off her her shoulders revealing the the skimpy red lace underwear that she'd bought. She walked towards him slowly enjoying the look of arousal on his face and the feeling of power it gave her. Being in control was so sexy.

"Buffy you look." He'd started but she put a finger up to his lips.

"Don't talk just show me." She's said firmly.

A god did he show her, he loved the lingerie but it had never lived to see any other day. The clasp of the bar had been completely bent out of shape as he pulled it off her so that he could suck her erect nipples into his mouth. The thong had been ripped in two by his teeth as he pulled it from her. It's had been one hell of night but the lingerie had been a total waste of money for the short time that she got to wear it.

Buffy hadn't noticed that her fingers had started to gently stroke the top of her breasts while she was thinking back to that night. Her fingers gently dancing on her soft skin. She was hot and turned on. She got up to go to bed. She'd thought before that it was wrong to pleasure herself whilst thinking abut someone that was dead, but now he wasn't dead was he. It was the only green light she needed, she stripped out her clothes and lay on the bed. She wanted to take her time with herself, get herself worked up and begging for release just like Spike used to do to her. She closed her eyes and continued to stroke her breasts keeping the image of Spike in her mind. She pinched her nipples firmly between her fingers, enjoying the minor pain it created. She ran her palms down her sides and over her stomach creating little tingles of pleasure. She could hear his voice, "Buffy luv I want you."

Her fingers moved to her inner thigh, bypassing her pussy, just for now, she wanted this feeling to last. She was hot and she could feel that she wet. God she wanted him, for a moment she wished that he'd walked straight round that counter today and roughly pulled her towards him. Her fingers made their way up to her clit and she gently brushed it, she let out a deep breath, it felt so good to be touched. She slid a finger down and parted her lips feeling how wet she really was. Slowly she slid a finger insider of herself, her mind focused on the sound of his voice. She imagined that he was there watching her, eyes fixated on her pleasuring herself. They'd done that sometimes when she'd told him that he wasn't allowed to touch her. She laid in his bed fingers pushing into herself deeply while she asked him if he wished that it was him inside her. Of course he'd told her that he did, he'd begged to touch her but she'd told him no he had to wait. He'd fucked her real hard after that banging into her hard thrust and hard thrust telling her how bad she was. It was all a game and they'd both loved it.

Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing back and forth as she remembered the sensation of coming him inside her, telling her how amazing she was. Her rubbing became more and more frantic as she felt herself getting close. It was hard to keep going with the pleasure building but she had to if she wanted to feel the release. She speed up, applying a little more pleasure to her sensitive stop, flicking her fingers back and forth like Spike has expertly done years before. She felt her pussy start to contract, she was coming, and she was coming hard.

"Oh god, god Spike yes" she rasped.

Waves of pleasure washed over her, her hand dropped loosely to her side. She hadn't come like that it in a long time, hadn't let herself go enough to fully enjoy the memories of the best sex she'd ever had.

It felt good, so good. With her slayer stamina she wanted more. If Spike had been there she was sure they would have been going at it all night. But he wasn't and she absolutely 100% could not be thinking like that tomorrow when she went to work.

She rolled under the covers and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sound of his voice still in her head.