Title: Night guest

Name: Joy       

Email: SleepingBeauty2@ziplip.com

Rating: R

            Buffy woke to Spike looking at her hungrily. She opened her eyes and he descended on her mouth. "You look good enough to eat when you wake up…" he snarled.

            "Let's get you a packet of blood from down stairs before I get nice fang bites for real," she said with a kiss. "I don't think my friends could deal with that right now."

            "Oh your friends wouldn't see where I'd take a bite…I promise," he said with an evil glint in his eye.

            "This is the vampire version of morning wood, isn't?" Buffy looked up at him.

            Spike rolled his eyes, "Yeah sort of…"

            "There's a pint of O neg in the fridge, screaming your name," she stated sweetly.

            "Let me see your neck," he insisted. "Scratches are gone and only minor bruising. That Slayer healing thing is amazing," he said with a smile.

            "You eat, while I shower." Spike began to growl. "Down boy… Will this happen every morning?"

            "No… I'm just hungry and horny… Not a good combination for a vamp… I'll go eat."

            Buffy checked on Tara and Dawn who were both up and out bright and early. Dawn left a note saying she would be out with Alison and she took Buffy's pager if there was an emergency. Tara on the other hand had just vanished. Things were very strained between Willow and her these days so Buffy hoped she was just at the Magic Box. Dawn or Tara had kindly pulled all the shades so Spike wouldn't be all toasty.

            Spike quickly stumbled down the stairs and rambled into the kitchen. He grabbed the packet of blood from the fridge that had a note from Dawn attached. "Morning Spike… Don't eat my sister. Love Dawn." Spike's mind immediately wandered back up the stairs to the slayer in the shower. He smirked at the variety of ways Dawn's note could be taken.

            "Stop that," he berated himself and poured the blood into a mug before placing it in the microwave. "Think of puppies and sunflowers… Bloody hell… Grandmothers naked… That helps." The microwave began to beep at him as he woke from his attempt to get his mind out of the gutter. "You made the rules mate… Ya gotta live with them." He took a swig of his breakfast and went into the living room to lie down. He sipped from his cup and breathed easier.

            Buffy descended the stairs with wet hair that waved a bit. She tucked her hair behind her ears as she stood in the doorframe just admiring Spike lying on her sofa. "I know you're there," Spike barked. "I can smell you clear as day."

            "Oh yeah?" Buffy quipped.

            "Yeah," he said before setting his cup down then opening his eyes. He took in her jeans and soft cashmere sweater that made her eyes look more green then pure hazel. The words got caught in his chest. She looked so damn beautiful and she was his. Spike just stared in wonder as Buffy approached him and sat down.

            "Cat got your tongue?" she whispered.

            "Ya might say that," he answered.

            "You done eating?"

            "Yeah."

            "Good," Buffy responded kissing Spike sweetly.

            "What did I do to deserve you?" he asked quietly.

            Buffy smirked, "Changed the very nature of a demon to love me." Spike smiled and kissed Buffy thoroughly. "I like this," she said simply, hugging him around the neck.

            "Yeah?" he asked wrapping his arms around her back.

            "Yeah," she responded and gave a quick kiss.

"Good because I'd like to do it more often."

            "Oh good we agree… We'll move your stuff over tonight," Buffy announced and started to stand.

            "Hold your horses there, Geronimo," he said pulling her back down. "Moving in is a big step… One that needs to be talked about with the other two women that live here. Besides I think that's a little fast… I'm just barely not ravishing you." Buffy began to pout. "We will play it by ear, okay?"

            "Fine," she mumbled.

            Spike looked at her quizzically, "I don't get it… You didn't feel the need to live with either Angel or Riley. What's up?"

            Buffy got up in a huff, "That's right I didn't feel the need to live with either of them – one because Angel I couldn't and shouldn't and two because with my mom's illness it wasn't the best… I didn't really want to either… This is different. You fit. You're part of the family. You belong here…they didn't." Buffy sighed, "I like the permanent idea of you living here."

            Spike stood up and reached for Buffy. "Might I remind you that my last serious relationship last over a hundred years… I'm not going anywhere in your lifetime." He kissed her forehead and led her to the kitchen. "We'll talk about this some more when you get home. Now you need to eat."

            Spike packed Buffy off for the day and climbed the stairs to get back in her bed. Buffy shut the front door and waited a few minutes until she was sure he thought she was gone. He listened intently from her room and then settled back into her bed, smelling her pillow. Slowly his hand descended his chest and lay on his swollen appendage. 

            Buffy climbed the stairs silently with little trouble from the great deal of practice she got in high school. She stood out side her bedroom door and wondered if Spike was asleep yet. All she wanted to do was climb back into bed with him but soon she heard the soft guttural groans coming from behind her door. Partially shocked that Spike wasn't having fun in the shower rather than her bed, she didn't really realize she was getting really turned on. "Ahhh… Ahhh… Oh Buffy… Buffy…" Spike moaned as she listened biting her lip so she didn't groan in response. "I LOVE YOU!" he practically shouted as he came. Buffy's face took on a huge grin and decided it was best to leave before she acted on desire and break her promise to Spike.

            As she turned to go she heard Spike say, "I know you were listening… I can smell you remember…especially when you're aroused."

            "Why you…" Buffy started to shout as she went for the doorknob.

            Spike pushed on the other side of the door, "I guess I'll have to remember you're an audio girl… you like to listen."

            "You conniving little…" she grumbled pushing at the door.

            "Oh there is nothing little about me in this department I assure you," Spike answered.

            "I am so going to kick your ass for setting me up," Buffy said and shouldered the door.

            Spike threw open the door, letting Buffy collide into him and stumble backwards falling to the bed. "Kick away," he said in a breathy voice.

            In seconds, Buffy and Spike making out like teenagers on an overnight field trip. Buffy ripped the t-shirt off of Spike's body while he ran his hands all over hers. As their breathing began to quicken and other items of clothing began to be stripped away, Spike came back to the little voice in his head… His large head that is. "Buffy… Buffy…" he said placing his hands on both of her shoulders shaking her slightly. "This isn't the way I want to take you… not the first time… not when I can have it perfect with you in love with me too." He looked at the confusion in her eyes. Spike lay back and groaned. "I'm so sorry… I am a huge jerk."

            Buffy sighed and put her head on his bare chest. "It's okay. I wouldn't have wanted my first time to be…" Buffy shook her head knowing that wasn't the way to take the conversation. "I understand," she said and laid her head back on his chest.

            She couldn't say the words. Spike sighed and knew it would be awhile before she could. He petted her hair and lay with her in silence.