A/N ok so part 2. I hope you like it



"So you were there when that school burned down?"

"Yes, it was graduation after all"

"How did it happen anyway?"

"They're not really sure-mice perhaps"

She laughed. He smiled. He and Amanda had sat in the coffee house talking and telling stories about their lives until the place closed. They had started to walk with no particular destination in mind. She had told him all about her life in New York. She was a 24-year-old grad student who had moved out to California to study acting. And she knew all about his life. Well, not all. He had told her his life story, minus a few details-falling in with a bad crowd as a youth, then found his calling, moved to Sunnydale, and worked in the library while pursuing his interest in ancient cultures until the school had "burned" down in a mysterious fire that may or may not have been caused by smoking mice.

She has a lovely laugh, he thought to himself. He was truly enjoying the company of this young woman. And he was also enjoying a "normal" evening out-well as normal as a man his age having a suto date with a woman who was half his could be. He was enjoying it so much, that he hadn't realized that they had been walking in the direction of his house until they were standing right in front of it.

"Um" he said, not sure how to explain why he had stopped walking, "This, this is my home"

"Oh, it's lovely" she remarked, "from the outside, is it as lovely on the inside as well?"

Now he may have been out of the dating scene for a while, but he knew what that meant.

"Uuuuuuummmm, I suppose" He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. Well, he was sure what part of him wanted to do, but he didn't think it was best to…that was his problem. He was thinking entirely too much. He looked at her. She was lovely, and he did enjoy her company. He was a grown man after all……and it had been a while since a woman had shown this kind of interest in him. He looked at her again.

"Actually it is, would you like to see it?"

She smiled, "that would be wonderful"

They began to walk down the path to his front door, when he suddenly stopped.

"Wait here" he told her, "I have a roommate…. of sorts, I just want to make sure he isn't here"

She nodded her head and smiled. He walked up to the door, put his key in the lock and turned it. He held his breath, not quite sure of what he was hoping to see when he opened it. He exhaled, and pushed the door to revel an empty living room.

"Spike" he called out into the apparent emptiness, "Spike, are you here?" He did a quick check of the rooms to find that no one was in the house. He then (quickly) hid all incriminating objects, stakes, old demon texts, Spike's dinner (and breakfast and lunch). Then, he took another deep breath and called out the open door, for her to come in. When she entered she made some remark about his décor and sat on the couch. He closed the door behind her, locked it, and sat down next to her. They were silent for what seemed like an eternity when he finally broke the stillness.

"Could it be" he said with a forced laugh, "that we have run out of things to say?"

"That's ok, I didn't feel much like talking anymore," she said with a smile

She leaned in and kissed him. A sweet kiss on the lips. Her lips were so soft and warm, much like her hand, but her lips were wet. She was no longer actively kissing him, but rather waiting with her lips still on his, for him to act. And act he did. Opening his mouth slightly, he began to gently suck on her lower lip. Sliding his hand up her spine to the back of her head he gently grabbed her hair between his fingers and pulled on her tresses ever so slightly, insiteing a moan from her. He slowly slid his tongue into her hot, wet, waiting mouth only to lick hers, and leave. He did this a few more times until she started to whimper. He took his cue and slowly snaked his tongue around hers. His hands were still in her thick curly hair, and up until now, hers had been on his knees. She began to move them in up in small circles until then were between his upper thighs. It was his turn to moan now. He pulled away breathlessly, and put his hands on the sides of her face, "Do you, do you want to move someplace more comfortable" he asked, honestly not quite sure what to expect.

She leaned into his body, pressed her pelvis against his now straining erection, licked his ear gently, and whispered a simple, "yes"

He pulled her up and still kissing, managed to lead her into this bedroom.



Spike walked into the house, annoyed. He had been patrolling with Buffy for a while, until solder boy had come and Buffy pushed him into the bushes, leaving him there while she and poof number 2 went off to fight the "nasties" together. He had spent the whole night trying to figure out whether or not to call in some favors and get rid of the both of them, but deicided that he would much rather wait until he could do it himself. He opened the fridge only to find in horror that there was no blood there. "Great, just what I need" he said out loud in anger. He growled and started to strip, leaving a trail of his clothing as he walked to his "bed" He heard some faint noises coming from the bedroom, but the sun was going to be up in a few hours and he wanted to get to sleep. He climbed into the tub and closed his eyes. What seemed like moments later he woke to a scream in horror. He smiled. Hearing a woman scream, hearing anyone scream for that matter was like music to his ears. He climbed out of the tub and wrapped a towel around his bare waist to see what was going on. When he walked into the main part of the house he saw a scene that both shocked and thoroughly amused him. There was Buffy, starring at Giles in his boxers and a tee shirt and a woman with tousled hair, wearing only a long dress shirt. Spike smiled, "now this should be interesting" he thought to himself.