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Buffy could sense Spike's closeness as they walked side-by-side, in silence back to the camp grounds. The sleeve of his jacket brushed her arm, causing her to shiver in response. She was still completely turned on from his performance, and the slightest touch would set her off.

Spike stopped walking and reached for Buffy, who again shivered at his touch, but stopped to turn to him.

"Are you cold pet?" he asked, running his hands up and down her arms trying to warm them.

Buffy continued to shake and just nodded, closing her eyes, trying to force herself to relax. She could feel the tequila moving through her body, and didn't want to make a complete fool of herself by jumping him on the sidewalk.

Spike looked at her; eyes filled with concern, and gently placed his jacket on her trembling form. He placed one hand on the small of her back, leaving it there for several moments as they began walking again.

As they continued on, Spike shoved his hands into his pockets, fished out a new cigarette, and lit it. He offered one to Buffy, who just shook her head quietly as she wrapped the jacket tighter around her body.

When they reached the front of the campus, Spike opened the gate for Buffy, allowing her to walk in first. He sighed, closing the gate behind him and jogged to catch up with her.

"Pet, about what happened earlier today."

Buffy raised a hand to shush him. "You know..it's no big deal. And I'd rather we just not talk about it."

Spike nodded, and continued to walk alongside the now blushing girl. "It was fun though," he chuckled. "I mean, before we made with the embarrassing touchy-feelies," he quickly amended.

Buffy smiled; relieved at the light-hearted approach he was taking with the situation. "It was," she said softly. "And the look on Darla's face was priceless," she added with a giggle.

"Yah.she looked like she was about to shit bricks."

Spike and Buffy were so caught up in conversation that they didn't notice they had already arrived at Hemory Hills. His face filled with disappointment when he finally realized where they were standing.

"So I guess this is me." Buffy said, indicating the door adjacent to the wall they were now leaning against, their bodies mirroring each other. She began to remove his jacket, only to have Spike slide it back on.

"It looks better on you anyway," he answered off her curious look. "But I do want it back eventually."

"Thanks," she said, looking deeply into his sparkling blue eyes. Pausing for a moment, she then added, "Well, I better get inside."

Spike's face fell. He nodded, "Goodnight then." He turned around to make his way back to The Razorback, berating himself for not kissing her senseless, or atleast giving her a nice friendly hug.

Suddenly he was turned around, and he felt Buffy crush her lips to his. Spike was shocked at first, and then relaxed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around her small frame. He felt her warm tongue tease his closed lips, and opened slowly to allow her entrance. He pulled her body tighter against him, running one hand up her back to the base of her neck.

Buffy sighed as she felt Spike deepen the kiss. He tasted so good. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the slight hint of ashes was much tastier than she'd imagined. She pulled away from him, gasping for air, as she felt him rest his forehead to her own. She lightly tugged him towards her as she backed up towards the side of the building, until she was pressed against it.

Spike dipped in again, taking her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling gently. Buffy pulled his body closer, seizing his mouth again. Their tongues battled for dominance as Buffy raised her left leg up to wrap below his hip, trapping his body against her. She gasped as his lips moved to her neck, his other movements causing heat to spread from her core throughout her body. A knot began forming low in her stomach, as she capturing his lips once again.

Spike's mind was everywhere, his thoughts hazy. A low rumble filled his chest at the feel of her pressed firmly against him.

Buffy jumped up, wrapping both legs around his hips, and pushed down on Spike more forcefully. Spike had to brace his arms on either side of her head to keep them from falling. He nuzzled his face into her neck, alternating between nipping and sucking the soft flesh. His hips picked up the pace as Buffy's moans became more frequent and her breathing more erratic.

Buffy took one of Spike's earlobes into her mouth, gently scraping the outer edge with her teeth. She couldn't believe the sensations that filled her body. And they were both still fully clothed!

Spike felt Buffy's hot breath in his ear. "Do you-" She let out sharp gasp. "-want to-" They both grunted in unison as Buffy changed the direction. "- come inside?" She forced out finally between gasps, accentuating the invitation by nibbling along his jaw line, before finding his lips once more.

Spike stopped suddenly, realizing where they were and what they were about to do. He lowered his hands from the wall, cupping Buffy's small backside and slowly lowered her to the ground. Off her wounded look, Spike took her shaking hands with his own, kissing each knuckle softly.

"Pet, it's late. I think we've both had a lot to drink- I know I have," he added. "And I don't want to do anything either one of us might regret in the morning."

Buffy pulled her hands back, wrapping the jacket tightly around her body. Feeling like a complete idiot she asked, "You don't want me?" lower lip quivering.

Spike chuckled, taking one of her hands and placing it on his jeans. "You really need me to answer that luv?"

Buffy smiled shyly, squeezing him firmly in her hand. She watched in awe as his eyes rolled back in his head, tongue pressing against his teeth. He slowly covered her hand, removing it from his body. "Now, now luv.I don't think I could stop this time." He said, voice quaking.

Buffy pouted, "That was kind of the idea."

Spike smiled and ran his knuckles down the side of her right cheek. "When it happens, I want us both to remember everything. Every kiss," he said, kissing her lightly above one eye. "Every touch," he lowered his knuckles from her cheek down her body, lightly tracing the side of her right breast. "Every moan," at that his hand moved down between her legs. Buffy let out a sharp gasp, placing her head in the curve of his neck, and bit her lower lip. Soon she was shaking uncontrollably in his arms as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

"It's ok, luv. Let it go," he whispered soothingly in her ear. Panting desperately, she finally allowed it to consume her, and let a loud moan escape her lips, stifled by Spike's shoulder.

Spike felt her come down, and rubbed small circles into her lower back. She reluctantly pulled away from him, only to meet his comforting eyes, her own filled with wonder. "What about you?" she asked softly, indicating the bulge in his pants. She moved to slide her hand down the front, only to have Spike stop her quickly.

"Not tonight luv." He said, placing a small kiss on the inside of her wrist. "That was all for you."

Buffy nodded, struck dumb by his selflessness. If he had let HER walk away unsatisfied, she would have KILLED him. "Are you sure?" she asked quietly.

Spike pulled her towards him, kissing her softly on the forehead. "Don't worry about me." He nudged her towards the door, "Now get inside and snuggle up warm in your bed, before the big bad changes his mind." At that he let out a low growl, and wriggled his eyebrows in her direction.

Buffy giggled and ran inside, teetering slightly from the tequila and the post-orgasm euphoria.

As soon as she was out of sight, Spike let out a deep breath, he felt like he had been holding forever. He quickly unfastened the top two buttons of his jeans, allowing himself a little more room. Examining his predicament, he muttered under his breath that Xander had better not be back from The Bronze yet, before taking off towards his own cabin.