When That Day Comes
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Buffy got home from a hard double shift at work, she didn't feel like going in but she knew that if she said anything it would only give Spike more reason to moan. It'd been two months since she found out her boyfriend was a famous poet.
Spike had insisted that she give up work now, he was right there was no need for her to do it but she wouldn't let her self lean on Spike like that. That hadn't stopped him though, everyday he started with the same old lecture about her already having a full time job and she should let him take of her.
When she walked into the house she found Spike sprawled across that sofa fast asleep, he looked so innocent.
"Spike." She whispered into his ear.
He didn't move, he never did. So she started to plant kisses down his neck, he still didn't move. She pushed his hand to her breast and started to kiss him on the mouth, that moved him.
Before she knew it she was on the floor with Spike on top of her, kissing her like he hadn't seen her for years.
"Hi honey." She said between kisses.
"Um hi." Was his answer, he was horny and nothing would stop him. Buffy pushed him up, sometimes she still got a bit freaked by him pushing down on her.
"I'm making dinner, I only wanted to wake you."
Spike cocked his head to the side, the naughty little glint in his eyes ever present.
"I'll make you my dinner." He whispered in her ear as he spun her round.
She smiled a weary smile at him, "I don't know where you get your energy. I'm a Slayer and I can't keep up."
"But your so sexy honey, I just get so hard looking at you, thinking about...."
Buffy cut him off with a kiss, he grabbed her and threw her up on to his hips. As they headed up the stairs for the bedroom Spike wondered if they'd make it this time.
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Spike held Buffy in his arms, holding her close as if she were the most amazing thing in the world, and to him she was.
He bent down and kissed her hair, she was sleeping. Even with her snoring he found her sexy.
With her naked little body cuddled up to him he started to get hard again. He tried to not think about it, if he did he would only want to wake her up and then she'd be mad.
The last time she'd been asleep and he'd got horny it had not ended well for him. He'd started to stroke the flesh just bellow her buttocks. It didn't take long for her to wake up and when she did she smacked him and damn hard. No best just not thi...
"Fuck." Spike muttered, a pain shooting through his mind, he instantly thought of the chip maybe it was going mad of something.
then the pain hit him again, and he saw Buffy in the bathroom.
He saw her looking at him, mad at him, he saw him grab her, he saw him push her down, he knew what he wanted, he knew what he was planning, he saw her push him away, the look of hurt and disgust on her face.
Spike's eyes shot open the physical pain was gone but emotional pain wracked through him. He remembered it, it all, he knew when it had happened. God what had he done to her.
He shrugged her sleeping body off him and got out of bed. He opened the bedroom door and made his way downstairs. He knew what he had to do.
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Spike picked up his duster and the keys to his car. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small blue box and placed it on top of the note he'd left for Buffy.
He took one last glance up at the stairs and headed out of the house. He had blown it.
No matter how many times he'd told her he would never to leave this was different. He always knew that the day would come.
This was that day.
TBC............
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Buffy got home from a hard double shift at work, she didn't feel like going in but she knew that if she said anything it would only give Spike more reason to moan. It'd been two months since she found out her boyfriend was a famous poet.
Spike had insisted that she give up work now, he was right there was no need for her to do it but she wouldn't let her self lean on Spike like that. That hadn't stopped him though, everyday he started with the same old lecture about her already having a full time job and she should let him take of her.
When she walked into the house she found Spike sprawled across that sofa fast asleep, he looked so innocent.
"Spike." She whispered into his ear.
He didn't move, he never did. So she started to plant kisses down his neck, he still didn't move. She pushed his hand to her breast and started to kiss him on the mouth, that moved him.
Before she knew it she was on the floor with Spike on top of her, kissing her like he hadn't seen her for years.
"Hi honey." She said between kisses.
"Um hi." Was his answer, he was horny and nothing would stop him. Buffy pushed him up, sometimes she still got a bit freaked by him pushing down on her.
"I'm making dinner, I only wanted to wake you."
Spike cocked his head to the side, the naughty little glint in his eyes ever present.
"I'll make you my dinner." He whispered in her ear as he spun her round.
She smiled a weary smile at him, "I don't know where you get your energy. I'm a Slayer and I can't keep up."
"But your so sexy honey, I just get so hard looking at you, thinking about...."
Buffy cut him off with a kiss, he grabbed her and threw her up on to his hips. As they headed up the stairs for the bedroom Spike wondered if they'd make it this time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Spike held Buffy in his arms, holding her close as if she were the most amazing thing in the world, and to him she was.
He bent down and kissed her hair, she was sleeping. Even with her snoring he found her sexy.
With her naked little body cuddled up to him he started to get hard again. He tried to not think about it, if he did he would only want to wake her up and then she'd be mad.
The last time she'd been asleep and he'd got horny it had not ended well for him. He'd started to stroke the flesh just bellow her buttocks. It didn't take long for her to wake up and when she did she smacked him and damn hard. No best just not thi...
"Fuck." Spike muttered, a pain shooting through his mind, he instantly thought of the chip maybe it was going mad of something.
then the pain hit him again, and he saw Buffy in the bathroom.
He saw her looking at him, mad at him, he saw him grab her, he saw him push her down, he knew what he wanted, he knew what he was planning, he saw her push him away, the look of hurt and disgust on her face.
Spike's eyes shot open the physical pain was gone but emotional pain wracked through him. He remembered it, it all, he knew when it had happened. God what had he done to her.
He shrugged her sleeping body off him and got out of bed. He opened the bedroom door and made his way downstairs. He knew what he had to do.
~~~~~~~~~
Spike picked up his duster and the keys to his car. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small blue box and placed it on top of the note he'd left for Buffy.
He took one last glance up at the stairs and headed out of the house. He had blown it.
No matter how many times he'd told her he would never to leave this was different. He always knew that the day would come.
This was that day.
TBC............