Part Five

Note:  BIG thanks to Marsters' Girl for beta-ing this chapter and getting it back to me so quickly!

Spike followed Buffy up the tree next to her perpetually open window, both carefully climbing in.  Buffy spared a glance to ensure that her door was locked before remembering that Joyce was away for the weekend, on a buying trip for the gallery.

With infinite care and slowness, they stripped one another, falling into bed together, making love for hours.

As the sun neared its arrival, Buffy turned her head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to Spike's side, before looking up at him with pleading eyes, "Stay with me today?"

Spike smiled at her, slightly shocked that she thought he'd want to leave her.

"No intention to go," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips, "What about your mum?" he asked.

"She's away for the weekend, won't be back until Sunday evening." she said smiling.

"I hope you didn't have any plans for the weekend, pet.  'Cause I'm not letting you out of this bed until then."

Buffy giggled, "I can cancel."

"That you can."  Spike stated, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.  A thought entered Buffy's mind and she broke away.

"I'll be back in a minute," she answered his questioning look, slipping on a thin silk robe and leaving the room.

She returned a few minutes later, blankets in hand, to find Spike taunting Angelus.

"You're not invited!"

Angelus growled, then turned his eyes to Buffy who wrapped her robe closer around her and sat on the bed on top of Spike, who had sat up.  Spike placed his hand on her stomach in a possessive gesture.

"Buff, what are you doing?  Spike's a soulless killer."  Angelus growled, noticing Spike's gesture.

"No he isn't."  Buffy replied simply. Spike smiled and Angelus looked at her in shock as she continued, "I was reading the English translation of your curse, Angel, and I gotta say just looks like all it did was give you tons of guilt - not a soul.  Since you already have one, you just don't have a good one."

"Neither does, Spike."  Angelus spat, his eyes flashing yellow.

"Better one than you - he can love, and he can care about someone other than himself and his hair!"  Buffy said, and Spike laughed out loud eliciting more growling from Angelus.

"But you love me."  he protested

"Nope, sorry." Buffy responded with a smile.

"But you said so!" 

"It was only sex Angel, what did you expect?  Bells ringing, a dulcet chorus of little birdies singing?"

Spike was literally shaking with uncontrollable laughter at the expression on his sire's face. 

As his sire turned his eyes to him, Spike shot him an evil look then sunk his fangs into Buffy's neck.  Just marking, not drinking.  Extracting them, he soothed the wound with his tongue, kissing her neck gently. He felt her entwine her fingers with his.

Angelus was in shock and Spike smiled, "What's wrong mate?  Cat got your tongue?"

At the ironic question Buffy giggled and turned her head and plundered his mouth with her tongue, eliciting more growling from the older vampire at her forwardness.

She broke away and whispered against his lips, "Kitten's got yours!"  his laughter rumbled through her chest, warming her.

"I love you."  came a choked voice, from the window.

For a moment Buffy almost felt for him, but then she remembered how only a few days earlier she had saved Ms. Calander from Angelus's sick game of cat and mouse, and her resolve stayed, "You love hurting me, I don't love that.  You know who does?  Dru, go back to her, I think I'll manage to keep Spike occupied for a bit."  she said with humor in her eyes.

"I'm sure she will."  Spike said, glaring at his sire, for a moment he'd been afraid that Buffy would run to Angel.  "Just fuck off already!"

"I'll kill you for this, boy."  Angelus growled at his childe, but before Spike could answer Buffy had, "Don't even try it, Angel.  Never fought a pissed off slayer have you?  Don't think you'd want to and anyway I doubt that the minions would be too happy with another master lost at your hands over me.  I don't think they like your obsession with me, it getting old."

"And what do you think they'll do to Spike?"  Angelus growled.

"Nothing," she replied simply and Spike continued, "I've marked her you wanker, and she let me and hasn't killed me.  It won't matter that she's the slayer, it means I want her for my mate.

Whereas you pussy-footed around the subject, any anger at me would show your jealousy and weakness," Spike took a mocking unneeded breath, "So you gonna leave or am I going to stake you?  Or better yet why don't you stay there and wait for day break, least you'll die with a show!"

Buffy made a disgusted face, "No, it's one of two options - go and die later or stay and die now."

Buffy stood up and walked to the window, she shut the window and pulled the blinds, then drew the curtains.  Looking back at her lover she asked, "Do you think that will keep the sun light out?"

Spike smiled, "Yeah, love."  and pulled her on top of him for another kiss.  Spike rolled so that he was on top of her, his hands running down her body. 

As he broke away from her lips to trail kisses down her neck he paused near her earlobe, pressing a light kiss behind it, and whispered, "I love you."  Before trailing kisses down to her neck, and swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat. 

He pushed aside the thin material of her robe with his nose, lavishing attention on her breasts.  But before he was able to move lower, Buffy suddenly flipped them so that she was on top. 

She slowly and thoroughly kissed him, running her tongue over his bottom lip before pulling it in to her mouth sucking on it slightly.  She then invaded his mouth, sucking his tongue into hers, biting down lightly. 

Spike growled, the sound heralding another flood of wetness through her system.  Moving to his neck she kissed and flicked over the highly sensitive skin until his hips raised involuntarily.  Laughing throatily at her victory, she rubbed herself against his hard shaft. 

The heat and wetness was becoming too much for Spike to bear. He lifted her slightly off him, then lowered her down.  Both moaning loudly, their lips met as they moved together.  Buffy's climax sent Spike over the edge and she flopped down on top of him, both heavily breathing and still shaking from the intensity of their orgasm. 

Once she'd found her voice, Buffy pressed a light kiss to his lips and said quietly, her breath tickling him, "I love you."

Spike smiled then pressing another light kiss to her lips, and moved so that he was spooned against her back.  And the two replete lovers fell asleep, unaware of the older vampire's presence. 

***

Wiping the tears from his cheek, Angelus stormed back to the mansion, almost daring the sun to burn him.

As he arrived Drusilla came floating out into his line of vision.  "Angel!"  she purred, "I've been looking for my Spike, he's been gone all night but his..."  Angelus's powerful backhand sent the vampiress flying into the wall.  She hit it with a sickening thud, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"Never say that name again."  his voice barely above a growl. 

Drusilla nodded meekly, but her craziness got the better of her and she spoke quietly, "Angel, love.  What's wrong?  Did the nasty slayer hurt you?"

Angel hit her again, "Dru, you weren't born in Yorkshire, don't use that word."  He regarded her coldly, but said, grabbing her hair and yanking her up to his eye level, "You'll spend the day with me Dru, look for the boy and I'll kill you.  Understand?" 

At her nod, he flung her into the bedroom, following her with a short growl, slamming the door shut behind him. 

David, one of Spike's childer, had been watching from the doorway unnoticed.  Noting his grandsires anger, he vowed to hunt for his sire the following day.  He knew himself and the other minions did not respect Angelus, and whatever he was planning or had planned must involve the demise of their sire. 

Even without the sire/childe bond David knew he could find Spike, now all that was left was to wait for the sun to go down.

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