A/N-This chapter has the sex. Just thought I'd warn you.



"Well, anyway, you know how we defeated Adam with the joining spell. Spike protected the door so that they would have a quiet spot to perform the spell."

"I can't believe he had the chance to get his chip out and he turned it down."

Buffy shrugged, "Well it wouldn't have worked anyway. We defeated Adam. And you know how Spike is. Ultimately, he follows his heart."

"You think he was in love with you?" Angel asked.

"I don't think. I know."

"How?"

"He told me."

"You believed him?"

"He showed me."

"What if he just wanted to get into your pants?"

"I just wanted to get into his. He chose to keep his chip and help us fight, and he saved my life. He kept giving me more reasons to trust him."

"But Buffy, he was evil."

"Yeah," she agreed quietly, "he was. But if he wanted to just get into my pants, he would have got the chip out, lied to me, slept with me, then afterwards stalk me and kill all my friends."

Angel winced at the description. "I thought he didn't have a choice, Angel, because of you. But he proved to me that he did. In many ways, it reflected very poorly on you."

"Buffy, Angelus is a different person."

"I know. But Spike doesn't have a bizarre split personality. He is who he is, and if you don't like it, well, you can shove it up your ass. Gotta admire that."

Angel sighed, "Ok, point taken. What happened after you defeated Adam?"

"Well, I told you about our crazy dreams and the First Slayer, right?"

"Yeah, did you ever figure out what was up with the Cheese man?"

Buffy smiled and shook her head, "No. I think Willow will be trying to figure that one out for the rest of her life. Anyway, I didn't tell you about everything that happened that night. Spike dropped..."

*** ".by," Spike said with a shrug.

Buffy sighed, "Well, since you're here, come on up."

Spike had been standing under her window when she entered her room. She could sense him before she could see him, and she wasn't surprised when she spotted his blonde head.

He scaled the tree and entered her room with a grin. "Just wanted to see if you were OK after the big fight and everything. Didn't get much of a chance to talk."

"Well, yeah, you were busy ripping heads off of demons when we left."

"Should have stuck around a bit longer. It was a right good time."

"I figured you had it under control. You did, right?"

Spike shrugged, "Of course." The grimace that past over his face when he shrugged was fleeting, but Buffy caught it.

"Are you hurt?"

"No."

"Spike, stop with the macho bullshit. If you're hurt, let me see."

"I didn't come over so you could play nursemaid. Though on second thought.." He leered and peeled his coat off and his shirt followed that.

His chest was covered with bruises and cuts, most of them shallow. She examined them closely, running her fingers lightly over his chest, tracing the marks. "They're not bad," she said.

"No," he agreed, his voice tight, "I'll survive."

"Uh huh." Buffy's hands were still on his chest, but she was no longer concerned with his injuries. He was only slightly cooler than her own flushed skin. Spike closed his eyes and she continued to rub his chest, and then lower, to his abs. She was delighted at the feel of his skin, smooth, and the way his muscles tensed under her searching fingers.

Spike grasped her wrists when she began fumbling with his fly. "What are you doing Slayer? Aren't your friends right downstairs?"

"Uh huh."

"They could barge in any second."

"Yeah," she agreed without moving her hands from his pants.

"Where's your soldier?"

"Debriefing."

"He could come back any minute."

Buffy shook her head, "Debriefing can take a long time."

Spike nodded, "Just wanted to make sure you understood the risk here."

Buffy nodded, "I do."

"Great," Spike released her hands, "Please continue."

The sound of the zipper was very loud in the room, and Buffy froze for a moment, convinced that someone would come up to see what's going on. "I'm going to make sure they're asleep," she whispered.

She tore herself away from him and peeked her head out the bedroom door. She strained her sharp ears for any sounds at all, but only heard the occasional snore. "I think they all fell asleep again."

She shut the door, but before she could turn around, Spike was pressing her against the door. She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh, and his breath tickled her ear as he spoke. "You're gonna have to make me leave now, Slayer."

"I don't want you to leave."

He caressed her stomach and then moved up and cupped her breast. "You sure?"

She nodded and lifted her arms in an invitation. He obliged her by pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her as naked from the waist up as he was. He didn't step back from her though, and his body absorbed her heat. "You want me to do this, Slayer?" His lips fastened on the pulse point in her neck. She nodded as he sucked on her gently.

"How about this?" He caressed her nipple, then pinched it slightly. She moaned in response. 'Oh, this is wrong. Very, very wrong.' Buffy thought, before she lost the ability for all logical reasoning. 'I **should** stop him.' But it was hard to be serious about the thought when he slipped under her shorts and ran his fingers lightly over her damp panties.

"You're tense," his voice was deep and low. "Why are you tense Slayer?"

"We shouldn't be doing this," she gasped as his hands continued to explore her body.

"No?"

"No."

He slipped a finger under the silk cloth, through the damp curls, and into her hot flesh. He rubbed her clit slowly, steadily applying more pressure. "I could stop."

"No," she gasped. "Don't..want..you to stop."

"Want me to go faster?"

She nodded and he moved against her faster. Her knees buckled and she braced herself against the door, pressing her bottom against him tighter. He groaned and grasped her hip with his free hand.

"Harder," she moaned.

He wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her, then complied with her wishes. "Oh..oh god," she breathed as the orgasm shook her from her core. Her breathing was hard and fast and she felt slightly light headed. "I gotta sit down."

He scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. He finished stripping her, then stepped back and removed his own pants. She reached for him, eager to feel his body again. She felt so cold and exposed, lying there before him. But he didn't move, just drank in her beauty, awed and thankful he even had the chance to see her like this, much less touch her.

There were so many things he wanted do to her and with her. Things that he had been nearly obsessing over ever since the witch's stupid spell. Things that he never thought he would have the chance to do, never thought that she would even want. And yet here she was, offering herself to him, begging to touch him and be touched by him.

She sat up slightly and grabbed his arm, pulling her to him. The kiss was white-hot with intensity and new desire flashed through her body, making her breathless. Sweat began to form on her neck, and she needed to be closer to him. She needed to be as close to him as possible. She wanted to be a part of him.

"Want you now, Spike." She informed him and pulled him all the way on top of her.

"Now?"

"Uh huh."

"You have to be quiet, Buffy. Won't do any good to wake up everybody in the house."

She nodded and wrapped her legs around him, urging him forward. He smiled and licked her nipple, teasing it slightly with his teeth. She wiggled under him impatiently, and Spike could easily smell the heavy arousal rolling off of her in waves. The scent was heady and heavenly. He liked the feel of her wiggling body so much he bit her again. This time she moaned too, and he could sense the frustration building inside of her.

He slid into her slowly, taking his time and giving her time to adjust to his size. She gasped as the most intense feelings of pleasure shot from her core to every part of her body. He was touching spots of her that she didn't even know existed, stretching her in ways that was painful but felt right. Soon, though, she didn't feel any of that pain at all.

As he began to move faster, her harsh breathing turned to moans and then to quiet screams. He caught her mouth with his own to try to silence her, but it didn't work. She wrapped her legs and arms around him tighter and encouraged him to move faster. But he slowed down anyway and covered her mouth with his hand.

"Buffy, love, you can't be so loud. They'll hear you."

But it didn't matter, because now she was beyond noise. She felt like she couldn't get enough air. She was suffocating in this heady bliss that threatened to consume her completely. Sleeping with Riley had always been nice, but just that. Nice. Nothing like this. The feelings had suffused throughout her body, and she could feel every thrust in her toes, her fingers, her chest, everywhere.

"Buffy, are you going to hyperventilate?" Spike sounded concern, but he didn't slow the rhythm he had set.

Just as he spoke, it felt as though she was ripped in two then glued together again as one orgasm, then another, overtook her. She bit his shoulder, hard, in order to keep from shouting his name.

Her inner-muscles clamped around him, and he lost it. She had smelt so good, felt so good, and the sounds she was making was like the sweetest music. His heart swelled when she collapsed back on the pillow, smiling yet completely exhausted.

"Look at me," he rasped.

Her eyes fluttered open, and he was caught in their sweet, green depths as he came and his world narrowed to her face..her smile. He vowed he would never forget how she looked that night. She was perfect. His warrior, his mistress, his lover, his huntress, his love.

He collapsed beside her, completely exhausted. "Sleep?" She asked. He could tell she was already half-way there.

"Sleep," he agreed.

*** Sleep. He remembered that face. But only in his dreams.