A/N I did up the rating of the story from PG 13, to R as there is some
Spike Fred loving, that I thought might be a little above it's original
rating and I wanted to play on the safe side. However, after consideration
I put it back to a PG13, yeah I am an indecisive little sh! A big thanks
to all of you, who have read and reviewed my story.
Chapter 13
Fred turned off the engine and got out of the car, to stand beside Spike. She looked up at him, smiling at his confused expression.
"Thank God for that! For a moment I thought you were just going to drive off and leave me here," Spike said, in relief.
Fred shook her head, and looked up at him sadly.
"You were at Wolfram and Hart, because you didn't have a choice. The amulet trapped you there. What I am giving you, is the freedom to decide where you should go," She said.
Spike looked at her, and then glanced both ways up the deserted streets.
"So if I walk just a few feet in this direction I will have officially left LA?" he asked.
Fred nodded.
"To go any where in the world that I please?" he enquired.
"Yes, as long as Wesley's ritual did its stuff," she replied.
Spike turned away from her and walked off. Fred swallowed hard as she watched his retreating form. All the fight seemed to drain out of her. Fred's shoulders slumped in defeat. She had gambled all, and had lost. She wrapped her arms about herself in the chill night air and looked at the ground, no longer able to bear the sight of him leaving.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Angel tossed and turned, restlessly in his huge bed. Sleep would not come, no matter how much he tried. Sighing heavily, he got up and looked at the bedside clock. Throwing on a wrap, Angel padded into the kitchen area. He took out a container of blood, and popped it in the microwave.
He then leaned against the kitchen counter, looking around his living space. It was almost 2am now; no one had contacted him to say whether Fred or Spike had returned. He was working on the premise that no news was good news. Even though some experiences from the past had taught him otherwise.
The phone rang in the other room, making him start. He strode into the lounge to answer it.
"Angel?" asked Gunn.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" asked Angel.
"Why does there always have to be a problem?" Gunn replied.
"What else would it be at this time of the morning?" Angel answered.
"Good point, you see, it's Fred and Spike, they still haven't returned," said Gunn.
"Where are you?" asked Angel.
"Still in my office, I was working late. Wes left a couple of hours ago, but he told me before he went, that you were worried about Fred," he replied.
"Okay, I want you to meet me in the lobby in five," said Angel.
He put down the phone, and walked off in the direction of his bedroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fred opened the door of the borrowed car, pausing as she heard what sounded like singing. She looked up to see Spike, still standing just a few metres away from her. He was hopping from one foot to the other. Fred closed the door of the car again and walked towards him.
"Spike, what are you doing?" asked Fred.
Spike looked up at her, with almost a childlike glee written across his face. He grinned at her, and her heart lurched in her chest at the sight of him. He carried on singing softly.
"You put your left leg in, your left leg out, in out in out and shake it all about. It worked! It bloody worked!"
Fred couldn't help, but giggle at the sight of him. He stopped his antics, picked Fred up in his arms, and spun her around.
"Stop, you're making me dizzy," she squealed.
He put her back down on the sidewalk, but kept her in his embrace. Their laughter died down, Spike looked at Fred intently.
"Thanks for believing in me, none of this would have happened with out your support," he said, earnestly.
"I did nothing, you just had to believe in yourself," Fred replied.
"Oh, like you do, you mean?" asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," She replied, airily.
Spike put a hand to her chin, tilting her face towards him.
"Come on, you can't fool me love. You brought me out here because you were going to let me go," he said.
Fred averted her gaze, from his all too observant eyes.
"I know a little of your history with Buffy, and we've only know each other a few shorts weeks, how can I possibly compete with that?" she asked.
"Fred, I am gonna be honest with you, because you deserve that. I did love Buffy once, but I've moved on from that. She's safe and living that normal life, she always wanted. That's good enough for me. However, almost from the very first moment, I laid eyes on you, even in my confused state. I read the compassion on your face for me, someone that you didn't know,"
"That part was easy, you needed help. You chose to come to me for that help. I thought Wes was better suited for the task at the time, but I'll never forget your words 'I'm terrified, will you help me?' They said it all," she sighed at the memory.
They both regarded each other silently for a few moments, neither of them sure where to go from there. Spike closed the gap between them as he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue gaining entry to her mouth. Fred groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, why did she go up in flames, every time this person touched her? She wondered to herself.
Spike raised his head to look at her.
"So does this mean, that you'll be staying?" Fred asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it on his lips anyway.
Spike smiled at her.
"Looks like you're stuck with me pet," he said, as he kissed her again.
This time Fred broke their kiss, breathing heavily as if she had been running. Spike cupped her cheek, his other hand, still wrapped in her long hair. She sensed he wanted to say something.
"What is it?" she asked softly, seeing Spike's slightly apprehensive look.
"Fred, I er. I love you," Spike said earnestly, anxious for her response.
Fred took in a huge gulp of breath, as her chest constricted. Tears welled up in her eyes, and spilled down her cheeks. Spike frowned at her reaction, not quite expecting Fred to burst into tears at his declaration of love.
"What is it?" he asked in concern.
Fred smiled through her tears, her whole face lit up as if by an inner happiness. She pulled his head down and smashed her lips against his own for an instant.
"I love you too, so much. I've been wanted to tell you again, ever since I realised it myself," she admitted.
"You do? You're not just saying it because I did?" Spike asked uncertainly.
"You silly silly man, do you want me to beat some sense into you. I wouldn't have acted like the office ho, for the last couple of days otherwise; ask any of my friends. I love you Spike, so much that it scares me," Fred replied.
"Well, we can be scared together then. Wait a moment! What did you mean, when you said you've wanted to tell me again? How did I miss the first time around?" he asked.
"It was when we were in Angel's office, and Lorne had you hypnotised," She explained.
"Guess I would have bypassed that one," he grinned.
He wiped away the tears from her still wet cheeks. She took his hand and kissed it. Before lacing her fingers through his.
"Shall we go then? I can guess Angel's pitching a fit about his car," said Fred.
"Let him, he can wait a little longer," said Spike.
"Still, I know he'll worry and besides, it's only a few hours until dawn," she replied.
Fred tried to pull Spike along, but he held back.
"What is it?" she asked.
"When you mentioned going home earlier at the church, what did you mean? It just occurred to me that I am by all intense purposes homeless, and Angel's not into sharing in a big way," he replied.
"For someone over a century old, you're not very bright are you?" she asked.
He searched her face; she smiled at him as Spike interpreted her look, correctly.
"Okay, but I'm driving this time. And I'll sleep on the sofa," he said
"Fine to the first, and like hell you will to the second," Fred said, firmly, as she got into the passenger side of the car.
"That's my girl," he grinned, as Spike realised, for the first time in his entire existence that those words were true.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Angel arrived in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart, precisely five minutes later, Gunn was already there.
"What took you so long?" asked Gunn, dryly.
"Save the humour for another time, how on earth are we going to find them? It will be like looking for a needle in a haystack in this city. I have already tried the phone in the car they took, several times. It must be switched off," said Angel.
Gunn produced a small black box from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Angel.
"Good job they installed a tracking device in all your cars, then, isn't it?" Gunn asked.
Angel gave Gunn a hard look.
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" asked Angel.
"Guess you were on a need to know basis on this one," said Gunn.
Angel took the device from him.
"Let's go find her," said Angel, as he walked away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They drove back into the city, in good time. Both were tired from being awake all night, but sleep was the last thing on either of their minds. Spike had managed to persuade Fred they could return the car later that day. After all, Angel had at least a dozen more of them, he had argued.
As the car turned the corner into the street where Fred lived, she pointed to the apartment block.
"We're here it's the one on the top floor, turn left and carry on down the slope, I have my own parking spot," she informed him.
Spike whistled appreciatively as he drove into the underground parking lot.
"Looks like Angel isn't the only one with job related perks," he replied.
"I'd been living at an old hotel with Angel and the others, ever since I returned from Pylea. This is the first place that I can actually call mine, but it still feels like it's missing something," Fred said, longingly.
Spike switched off the engine of the car and turned to her.
"Maybe it's missing someone to share it with," he answered softly.
Fred smiled tenderly at him.
"Shall we go and see?" she asked.
They got out of the car and kissed again, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Both turned their heads, there was a squeal of tyres as a car turned the corner and entered the brightly lit parking lot.
"What the hell?" asked Spike.
The unknown car pulled by sharply, beside them, and Angel and Gunn got out.
"I think we are about to find out," said Fred.
Angel looked at the pair of them, angrily.
"So, when were you going to let me know you were okay?" Angel asked Fred.
"Go easy on them man," said Gunn.
"Easy? I have been up all night worrying," snapped Angel.
"Calm down grand-daddy, so we didn't check in. What are you going to do, ground us both? Last time I checked, the lady and I, were both over 21," said Spike.
Gunn laughed aloud.
"Wait! Are you telling me, that Angel is your grandsire?" asked Gunn, enjoying the moment.
Spike nodded.
Fred looked less than pleased as the arrival of the search party.
"As you can see, we are fine and all in one piece, I'll bring the car into work later this morning. Spike I'll see you upstairs, it's the only apartment on the top floor, you can't miss it," said Fred.
She gave Gunn and Angel a brief perfunctory nod, before turning and walking off in the direction of the elevator.
"Something tells me that she's a little pissed off with you mate," said Spike.
"And you're looking like the cat who just swallowed the cream, where were you two?" asked Angel.
"The night was beautiful and the stars were shining, we just felt like going out for a moonlight drive," said Spike.
Gunn laughed again.
"Okay, don't tell me. However, I expect Fred at work the same time as usual. And I want to see you in my office, first thing," Angel told him.
"And why's that?" asked Spike more than a little mystified.
"Maybe I don't feel like sharing either right now, just be there," Angel replied.
"How am I supposed to get there in daylight?" asked Spike.
"That's easy. The glass used for my cars is of the same composite as the windows of the Wolfram and Hart building, so there's no excuse," said Angel.
"As fun as it was, talking to you both, I don't like to keep a lady waiting. So if you don't mind?" asked Spike.
He quickly strode off in the direction that Fred had taken several minutes earlier. Gunn smiled as he watched Spike leave, he was glad for Fred. He instinctively knew that she had finally found someone, who needed her as much as she needed him.
He looked at Angel.
"It's been a long night, don't know about you, but I am about ready to get home and catch myself some shuteye," yawned Gunn.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fred had left the door to her apartment, slightly ajar, so that she could hear the ping of the elevator doors. She heard the arrival of the elevator a few moments later, as well as Spike's steps as he walked down the corridor towards her door. Then there was absolute silence, as Fred held in her breath. A minute or two had passed and still he had not entered the apartment, she got up from the sofa and opened the door.
Spike looked at her.
"Wondered when you were gonna remember that I need an invite," he grinned at Fred's look of consternation.
"Oh God, I completely forgot, Spike you're invited," Fred said as she pulled him in and closed the door behind them.
"Nice place you have here lo." Spike's unfinished sentence hung in the air, as He was silenced by Fred's lips.
Her hands crept up the hard wall of his chest and rested on the lapels of his leather duster, before slipping the garment off his shoulders. It fell to the floor unheeded.
Fred finally came up for air.
"That's enough small talk, wouldn't you say?" she asked.
"I couldn't agree more," he said, as he found the edges of her blouse and lifted it over her head.
Fred reciprocated in kind, as she peeled off his tight black t-shirt and ran off in the direction of her bedroom. Spike gave chase, finding her easily in the darkened room.
Soft light flooded the room as he located a bedside lamp. He scooped Fred up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, and gently laid her on it, before joining her there.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.
"More than anything, I love you," she replied.
Spike kissed her passionately.
"I love you too," he said.
"Good," she said as she unclasped her bra and threw it into a darkened corner of the room.
"You really are a little goer aren't you?" Spike asked, as his tongue did delicious things with her exposed breasts.
Fred cried out at the sensations he was arousing in her body. Her hands slid down his bare back to cup his rear. She pressed herself against his hardness, Spike growled low in his throat. There were too many barriers between them, Fred's hands rested on the waistband of his jeans as she struggled to open them.
"Here, let me," Spike said, as he rolled off her and removed his jeans in one swift movement.
She grieved the loss of contact. Her words of protest, dying in her throat as her eyes travelled down his naked body. It was even more gorgeous than her wildest imaginings.
"You're beautiful," she said shyly.
He caught her up in his arms again, removing the rest of her clothing. Spike covered her body with his own. Fred's thighs parted slightly to accommodate him; they rocked together, their passion becoming more fevered with each touch as they explored each other's bodies. Fred felt she would go up in flames if he didn't take her soon.
"Spike," she pleaded.
He kissed Fred in answer to her fevered appeal. His hand moving between their bodies as he took the final step that would make them one. He watched the emotions on her face, as they became lovers in every sense of the word. Spike was afraid to move, wanting to give her time to become adjusted to him. Fred raised her hips, urging him on; he let her lead as their crescendo slowly built within them both.
They both cried out as wave after wave of pleasure found them several minutes later. Spike looked into her eyes, a stray tear fell down her cheek.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern.
Fred shook her head, not quite able to speak just yet. She finally found her voice.
"That was beautiful," she sighed.
Spike kissed her, rolling onto his side, taking her with him. Fred rested her head sleepily on his arm.
"Thank you," he replied.
"For what?" she yawned, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"For loving me," he replied. As he closed, his eyes and kissed the top of her head.
TBC
A/N I really intended to end it on 13 chapters, but I still had more to write and it would have made this chapter excessively long.
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Chapter 13
Fred turned off the engine and got out of the car, to stand beside Spike. She looked up at him, smiling at his confused expression.
"Thank God for that! For a moment I thought you were just going to drive off and leave me here," Spike said, in relief.
Fred shook her head, and looked up at him sadly.
"You were at Wolfram and Hart, because you didn't have a choice. The amulet trapped you there. What I am giving you, is the freedom to decide where you should go," She said.
Spike looked at her, and then glanced both ways up the deserted streets.
"So if I walk just a few feet in this direction I will have officially left LA?" he asked.
Fred nodded.
"To go any where in the world that I please?" he enquired.
"Yes, as long as Wesley's ritual did its stuff," she replied.
Spike turned away from her and walked off. Fred swallowed hard as she watched his retreating form. All the fight seemed to drain out of her. Fred's shoulders slumped in defeat. She had gambled all, and had lost. She wrapped her arms about herself in the chill night air and looked at the ground, no longer able to bear the sight of him leaving.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Angel tossed and turned, restlessly in his huge bed. Sleep would not come, no matter how much he tried. Sighing heavily, he got up and looked at the bedside clock. Throwing on a wrap, Angel padded into the kitchen area. He took out a container of blood, and popped it in the microwave.
He then leaned against the kitchen counter, looking around his living space. It was almost 2am now; no one had contacted him to say whether Fred or Spike had returned. He was working on the premise that no news was good news. Even though some experiences from the past had taught him otherwise.
The phone rang in the other room, making him start. He strode into the lounge to answer it.
"Angel?" asked Gunn.
"Yeah, what's the problem?" asked Angel.
"Why does there always have to be a problem?" Gunn replied.
"What else would it be at this time of the morning?" Angel answered.
"Good point, you see, it's Fred and Spike, they still haven't returned," said Gunn.
"Where are you?" asked Angel.
"Still in my office, I was working late. Wes left a couple of hours ago, but he told me before he went, that you were worried about Fred," he replied.
"Okay, I want you to meet me in the lobby in five," said Angel.
He put down the phone, and walked off in the direction of his bedroom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fred opened the door of the borrowed car, pausing as she heard what sounded like singing. She looked up to see Spike, still standing just a few metres away from her. He was hopping from one foot to the other. Fred closed the door of the car again and walked towards him.
"Spike, what are you doing?" asked Fred.
Spike looked up at her, with almost a childlike glee written across his face. He grinned at her, and her heart lurched in her chest at the sight of him. He carried on singing softly.
"You put your left leg in, your left leg out, in out in out and shake it all about. It worked! It bloody worked!"
Fred couldn't help, but giggle at the sight of him. He stopped his antics, picked Fred up in his arms, and spun her around.
"Stop, you're making me dizzy," she squealed.
He put her back down on the sidewalk, but kept her in his embrace. Their laughter died down, Spike looked at Fred intently.
"Thanks for believing in me, none of this would have happened with out your support," he said, earnestly.
"I did nothing, you just had to believe in yourself," Fred replied.
"Oh, like you do, you mean?" asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
"I don't know what you are talking about," She replied, airily.
Spike put a hand to her chin, tilting her face towards him.
"Come on, you can't fool me love. You brought me out here because you were going to let me go," he said.
Fred averted her gaze, from his all too observant eyes.
"I know a little of your history with Buffy, and we've only know each other a few shorts weeks, how can I possibly compete with that?" she asked.
"Fred, I am gonna be honest with you, because you deserve that. I did love Buffy once, but I've moved on from that. She's safe and living that normal life, she always wanted. That's good enough for me. However, almost from the very first moment, I laid eyes on you, even in my confused state. I read the compassion on your face for me, someone that you didn't know,"
"That part was easy, you needed help. You chose to come to me for that help. I thought Wes was better suited for the task at the time, but I'll never forget your words 'I'm terrified, will you help me?' They said it all," she sighed at the memory.
They both regarded each other silently for a few moments, neither of them sure where to go from there. Spike closed the gap between them as he pressed his lips to hers, his tongue gaining entry to her mouth. Fred groaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, why did she go up in flames, every time this person touched her? She wondered to herself.
Spike raised his head to look at her.
"So does this mean, that you'll be staying?" Fred asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it on his lips anyway.
Spike smiled at her.
"Looks like you're stuck with me pet," he said, as he kissed her again.
This time Fred broke their kiss, breathing heavily as if she had been running. Spike cupped her cheek, his other hand, still wrapped in her long hair. She sensed he wanted to say something.
"What is it?" she asked softly, seeing Spike's slightly apprehensive look.
"Fred, I er. I love you," Spike said earnestly, anxious for her response.
Fred took in a huge gulp of breath, as her chest constricted. Tears welled up in her eyes, and spilled down her cheeks. Spike frowned at her reaction, not quite expecting Fred to burst into tears at his declaration of love.
"What is it?" he asked in concern.
Fred smiled through her tears, her whole face lit up as if by an inner happiness. She pulled his head down and smashed her lips against his own for an instant.
"I love you too, so much. I've been wanted to tell you again, ever since I realised it myself," she admitted.
"You do? You're not just saying it because I did?" Spike asked uncertainly.
"You silly silly man, do you want me to beat some sense into you. I wouldn't have acted like the office ho, for the last couple of days otherwise; ask any of my friends. I love you Spike, so much that it scares me," Fred replied.
"Well, we can be scared together then. Wait a moment! What did you mean, when you said you've wanted to tell me again? How did I miss the first time around?" he asked.
"It was when we were in Angel's office, and Lorne had you hypnotised," She explained.
"Guess I would have bypassed that one," he grinned.
He wiped away the tears from her still wet cheeks. She took his hand and kissed it. Before lacing her fingers through his.
"Shall we go then? I can guess Angel's pitching a fit about his car," said Fred.
"Let him, he can wait a little longer," said Spike.
"Still, I know he'll worry and besides, it's only a few hours until dawn," she replied.
Fred tried to pull Spike along, but he held back.
"What is it?" she asked.
"When you mentioned going home earlier at the church, what did you mean? It just occurred to me that I am by all intense purposes homeless, and Angel's not into sharing in a big way," he replied.
"For someone over a century old, you're not very bright are you?" she asked.
He searched her face; she smiled at him as Spike interpreted her look, correctly.
"Okay, but I'm driving this time. And I'll sleep on the sofa," he said
"Fine to the first, and like hell you will to the second," Fred said, firmly, as she got into the passenger side of the car.
"That's my girl," he grinned, as Spike realised, for the first time in his entire existence that those words were true.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Angel arrived in the lobby of Wolfram and Hart, precisely five minutes later, Gunn was already there.
"What took you so long?" asked Gunn, dryly.
"Save the humour for another time, how on earth are we going to find them? It will be like looking for a needle in a haystack in this city. I have already tried the phone in the car they took, several times. It must be switched off," said Angel.
Gunn produced a small black box from his jacket pocket, and handed it to Angel.
"Good job they installed a tracking device in all your cars, then, isn't it?" Gunn asked.
Angel gave Gunn a hard look.
"Why wasn't I informed of this?" asked Angel.
"Guess you were on a need to know basis on this one," said Gunn.
Angel took the device from him.
"Let's go find her," said Angel, as he walked away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
They drove back into the city, in good time. Both were tired from being awake all night, but sleep was the last thing on either of their minds. Spike had managed to persuade Fred they could return the car later that day. After all, Angel had at least a dozen more of them, he had argued.
As the car turned the corner into the street where Fred lived, she pointed to the apartment block.
"We're here it's the one on the top floor, turn left and carry on down the slope, I have my own parking spot," she informed him.
Spike whistled appreciatively as he drove into the underground parking lot.
"Looks like Angel isn't the only one with job related perks," he replied.
"I'd been living at an old hotel with Angel and the others, ever since I returned from Pylea. This is the first place that I can actually call mine, but it still feels like it's missing something," Fred said, longingly.
Spike switched off the engine of the car and turned to her.
"Maybe it's missing someone to share it with," he answered softly.
Fred smiled tenderly at him.
"Shall we go and see?" she asked.
They got out of the car and kissed again, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Both turned their heads, there was a squeal of tyres as a car turned the corner and entered the brightly lit parking lot.
"What the hell?" asked Spike.
The unknown car pulled by sharply, beside them, and Angel and Gunn got out.
"I think we are about to find out," said Fred.
Angel looked at the pair of them, angrily.
"So, when were you going to let me know you were okay?" Angel asked Fred.
"Go easy on them man," said Gunn.
"Easy? I have been up all night worrying," snapped Angel.
"Calm down grand-daddy, so we didn't check in. What are you going to do, ground us both? Last time I checked, the lady and I, were both over 21," said Spike.
Gunn laughed aloud.
"Wait! Are you telling me, that Angel is your grandsire?" asked Gunn, enjoying the moment.
Spike nodded.
Fred looked less than pleased as the arrival of the search party.
"As you can see, we are fine and all in one piece, I'll bring the car into work later this morning. Spike I'll see you upstairs, it's the only apartment on the top floor, you can't miss it," said Fred.
She gave Gunn and Angel a brief perfunctory nod, before turning and walking off in the direction of the elevator.
"Something tells me that she's a little pissed off with you mate," said Spike.
"And you're looking like the cat who just swallowed the cream, where were you two?" asked Angel.
"The night was beautiful and the stars were shining, we just felt like going out for a moonlight drive," said Spike.
Gunn laughed again.
"Okay, don't tell me. However, I expect Fred at work the same time as usual. And I want to see you in my office, first thing," Angel told him.
"And why's that?" asked Spike more than a little mystified.
"Maybe I don't feel like sharing either right now, just be there," Angel replied.
"How am I supposed to get there in daylight?" asked Spike.
"That's easy. The glass used for my cars is of the same composite as the windows of the Wolfram and Hart building, so there's no excuse," said Angel.
"As fun as it was, talking to you both, I don't like to keep a lady waiting. So if you don't mind?" asked Spike.
He quickly strode off in the direction that Fred had taken several minutes earlier. Gunn smiled as he watched Spike leave, he was glad for Fred. He instinctively knew that she had finally found someone, who needed her as much as she needed him.
He looked at Angel.
"It's been a long night, don't know about you, but I am about ready to get home and catch myself some shuteye," yawned Gunn.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Fred had left the door to her apartment, slightly ajar, so that she could hear the ping of the elevator doors. She heard the arrival of the elevator a few moments later, as well as Spike's steps as he walked down the corridor towards her door. Then there was absolute silence, as Fred held in her breath. A minute or two had passed and still he had not entered the apartment, she got up from the sofa and opened the door.
Spike looked at her.
"Wondered when you were gonna remember that I need an invite," he grinned at Fred's look of consternation.
"Oh God, I completely forgot, Spike you're invited," Fred said as she pulled him in and closed the door behind them.
"Nice place you have here lo." Spike's unfinished sentence hung in the air, as He was silenced by Fred's lips.
Her hands crept up the hard wall of his chest and rested on the lapels of his leather duster, before slipping the garment off his shoulders. It fell to the floor unheeded.
Fred finally came up for air.
"That's enough small talk, wouldn't you say?" she asked.
"I couldn't agree more," he said, as he found the edges of her blouse and lifted it over her head.
Fred reciprocated in kind, as she peeled off his tight black t-shirt and ran off in the direction of her bedroom. Spike gave chase, finding her easily in the darkened room.
Soft light flooded the room as he located a bedside lamp. He scooped Fred up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, and gently laid her on it, before joining her there.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked.
"More than anything, I love you," she replied.
Spike kissed her passionately.
"I love you too," he said.
"Good," she said as she unclasped her bra and threw it into a darkened corner of the room.
"You really are a little goer aren't you?" Spike asked, as his tongue did delicious things with her exposed breasts.
Fred cried out at the sensations he was arousing in her body. Her hands slid down his bare back to cup his rear. She pressed herself against his hardness, Spike growled low in his throat. There were too many barriers between them, Fred's hands rested on the waistband of his jeans as she struggled to open them.
"Here, let me," Spike said, as he rolled off her and removed his jeans in one swift movement.
She grieved the loss of contact. Her words of protest, dying in her throat as her eyes travelled down his naked body. It was even more gorgeous than her wildest imaginings.
"You're beautiful," she said shyly.
He caught her up in his arms again, removing the rest of her clothing. Spike covered her body with his own. Fred's thighs parted slightly to accommodate him; they rocked together, their passion becoming more fevered with each touch as they explored each other's bodies. Fred felt she would go up in flames if he didn't take her soon.
"Spike," she pleaded.
He kissed Fred in answer to her fevered appeal. His hand moving between their bodies as he took the final step that would make them one. He watched the emotions on her face, as they became lovers in every sense of the word. Spike was afraid to move, wanting to give her time to become adjusted to him. Fred raised her hips, urging him on; he let her lead as their crescendo slowly built within them both.
They both cried out as wave after wave of pleasure found them several minutes later. Spike looked into her eyes, a stray tear fell down her cheek.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked in concern.
Fred shook her head, not quite able to speak just yet. She finally found her voice.
"That was beautiful," she sighed.
Spike kissed her, rolling onto his side, taking her with him. Fred rested her head sleepily on his arm.
"Thank you," he replied.
"For what?" she yawned, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"For loving me," he replied. As he closed, his eyes and kissed the top of her head.
TBC
A/N I really intended to end it on 13 chapters, but I still had more to write and it would have made this chapter excessively long.
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