By Night - Epilogue

by Angel Eternal aka Angeline

email: spikes_angel01@yahoo.com.au

Website: In Dreams and Shadows
http://www.geocities.com/spikes_angel01/index.html

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Primarily S/B, but also has W/T and X/A

Summary: Secrets revealed have a disastrous aftermath, amidst all the hurt and confusion, a dark being roams,
finally freed from it's prison

Author's Notes: This is set S6, and is loosely based on spoilers concerning the season. I just want to point out
though that I haven't seen S6 and won't for a while, so if things aren't quite right, that's my excuse.

I was going to leave out this part, but since getting my new clone, I've been inspired - he's constantly whispering
in my ear ;)


Distribution: If you want to archive it go ahead, but just let me know first - I kinda like to know where it's going,
and plus I find out about more S/B shipper sites! ::grins::

Disclaimers: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon, several companies and God knows who else.
One thing is certain - I don't own any of it! Nothing - zip - nada!






Buffy arched into his touch, keening as quietly as she could. "Spike?"

Her voice trembled, and he looked up at her with a question in his eyes.

"We have to..." he dipped his head to trace the outline of one breast through her robe and nightie and she gasped, "We have to keep quiet...Dawn and Willow..."

Spike grinned at her, "We'll have to try then." he licked her ear, bringing forth another shudder.

Spike nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent and Buffy allowed him, not fearing his demon at all.

"Hmmm...you smell nice."

She giggled trailing her fingers up his arms, "So do you." She paused to breathe in his scent, "You know,
you have to be the only vampire I know that takes regular baths."

Spike laughed, tangling his fingers in her hair, "Well, we don't really need to pet - unless we get dusty."

Buffy laughed, and the laugh turned into a moan, as Spike tugged off her light robe.

"You really had to choose tonight to wear so many goddamn clothes!" Buffy laughed again, and it
suddenly struck her that she had never laughed while in bed.

Hastily she tugged off the blue silk shirt, pausing to rub the material between her fingers, "Since when did you
start wearing these?"

Spike was too absorbed in tugging of her nightgown, to pay attention. "Hmm?"

Buffy impatiently shoved him down, viciously unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off, ignoring the
hungry gleam in his eyes.

Spike tucked one finger into the garter of her underwear, "God, Buffy, do you own any underwear that
consist more then a bit of lace?"

Buffy had succeeded in taking of his jeans, and she gazed down at his sleek body with an arched eyebrow,
"Do you own underwear?"

He grinned up at her; pulling her down onto the bed he rained kisses all over, worshipping every inch of her.
"Damn it, you're so beautiful."

Buffy felt the force of the rumble in his voice, against her stomach. She gazed down at his head, trailing her
fingers through his hair, loosening the strands from the vicious hold of the gel that he had liberally used.

He flashed her another mischievous smile, "But then again, I am rather biased on the subject."

With a squeal, she rolled him over until she was splayed on top of him. She trailed her lips across his
chest, leaving him gasping for unneeded breath as she paid particular attention to one nipple, gently
swirling around it with her hot, moist tongue.

Spike arched upwards gasping; such a simple gesture left him wondering. None of Dru's ministrations
had ever brought him this close to climax in such a short time. When Buffy gently bit his nipple, all
thoughts of Drusilla or anything else fled his mind.

His hands slid down to caress then cup her bottom, bringing her closer to the centre of his desire. Buffy
arched forwards to ground herself against him.

Her hands explored his chest, marvelling at marble beneath her questing fingers. her hands slid lower
to explore his belly, with its arrow of dark hair, was so hard and flat. Buffy was beginning to love his
belly, but then she loved his fingers as well. Buffy shook her head; there was no real point in trying to
pick a favourite part, she loved every bit of him.

Buffy was so preoccupied with her own explorations that she didn't notice when his hands slid from her
bottom towards her front, slipping between her spread legs to dip into the honey that awaited. He slipped
his fingers inwards, and finally got her full attention, as she arched, gasping his name.

She leaned over him, completely open to his mouth and his touch, her eyes closed as the fire within her
burst outwards in a flurry of heat. Trembling, she lay against his chest, concentrated on how he was making
her feel.

Spike moved his fingers within her, searching, probing, lost to the simple fire within her. He heard her make
a soft mewling sound, and he couldn't help but grin. But the grin faded fast as she bit into his shoulders,
body undulating over his. Spike's eyes nearly crossed when her fingers wrapped themselves around the
swollen proof of his desire.

"Hold it!"

Buffy looked up, her eyes dazed with the pleasure that was careening within her.

Spike hooked his hand behind her knees, and with a swift jerk had her sprawled beneath him.

Buffy didn't even have time to gasp, as he landed on her, swiftly she parted her thighs to accommodate him.

Spike thrust into her, immediately holding still.

A breathless moment passed as both absorbed the myriad of sensations.

Then he moved, plunging deep, surprising sharp cries of ecstasy from her, as he furious need overtook
them both. Her arms wound around his neck, her legs following suit around his waist in her desperate
need to have him in deeper. She started to tremble, dying with bliss. It wasn't a bad way to go, she thought,
definitely the best.

His mouth found her nipples, pulling one into his mouth and closing his teeth caround it, suckling and biting
until she thought she would go crazy, and all the while he was slamming into her, building the fire within,
until she crashed.

He started to call her name as he drove into her for the final time, but remembered their need to keep
quiet. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, biting his lips hard until blood blossomed beneath
his teeth. Buffy fought the urge to cry out as she plunged over the edge, she held him tight, riding out the
wave upon wave of pleasure that left her body tingling.

The shudders died down, and Spike fell limply into her embrace, still deep within. He breathed in her scent, as
he pushed her hair off her forehead.

Buffy grabbed him close when he made a move to roll off, wanting to keep him inside for as long as possible.

They soon fell asleep; limb entangled, only to awake later that night, desire rising once more.


* * *


Willow yawned as she padded her way down the corridor. She pushed open Buffy's door, stifling
a yawn. "I'm making breakfast Buffy, what do you..."

She stopped as her eyes opened and she took in the scene before her.

Dawn pulled a brush through her hair, "Does Buffy have my shoes in there..."

Before Dawn could poke her head through the door, Willow slammed the door shut. "No!"

Her voice came out in a squeak; Willow cleared her throat and tried again. "Umm, no she doesn't."

Dawn regarded her for a moment, as Willow casually leaned against Buffy' door, hand firmly on the
doorknob.

"Ok then." Dawn turned and went back into her room, casting Willow suspicious glances.

As Willow sagged against the door in relief, she heard a burst of laughter from Buffy's room. One,
tinkling laughter that she knew well, and a deep, rumbling chuckle that she had never heard. Willow
rolled her eyes, and opened the door a crack, still keeping her back to the door.

"You could lock the door you know!" she slammed the door close, as the laughter within the room,
erupted into loud guffaws.

Willow shook her head, and walked downstairs, unable to keep a big smile from creeping onto her face.





~THE END - for now~


Note: I'm planning on writing a mosnter of a sequel to this, what do I get myself into?