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He wasn't going to bother with rules like carrying her up the stairs and going into her room to make love on her bed. No time for that. Any second she could decide that it wasn't the best idea. Instead he crushed his lips down upon hers, months of unspent passion coming down on her. She returned the kisses with surprising force, and it was her tongue that first reached his.

This was nothing like her kiss in the dark by the stairs the night of the Lewis' party. That was soft, full of gratitude and gentleness. This kiss meant just as much, but the presentation was packaged radically different.

He lowered her gently to the floor, which was littered with dropped strips of the cellophane ice cycles. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath. Spike's mouth, however, found another focus point. And then another. His mouth traveled from her throbbing jugular, down to the hole in her breastbone, and to the top of her buttoned up shirt.

She reached down to unbutton her shirt carefully, each button seemingly taking an eternity to unfasten. Spike could feel her pulse racing and knew, had he possessed one, his would be also. In what seemed like too much time the blouse was completely unbuttoned and he tossed it aside, kissing the tops of her breasts which were exposed over the green fabric of her bra.

He skipped over the bra and continued to kiss a path down her stomach, stopping to nibble at her belly button while his hands unbuckled her jeans.

Sensations were coursing through Buffy's body which she hadn't felt in forever, if ever. There had been no time with Angel, and Riley, well, he was only human, and could never have matched Spike, with a hundred years experience.

Her skin was a rainbow of colors, the light from the tree spilled over her features, turning her appealing shades of blue, red and green. He slid the jeans from her legs and kissed down her legs, stopping to lick the backs of her knees and arches of her small feet.

She sighed and pulled him up to meet her mouth again. She tugged anxiously at the red tee-shirt he was wearing as she kissed his bottom lip. He complied and pulled it over his head. She breathed out in pleasure when his cool skin met her own burning flesh. She moved her head to kiss his own throat, causing him to swallow several times in suppressed delight.

He kicked off his house shoes and unbuckled his jeans, drawing them off with her help. She laughed as she separated herself from his neck and he stared down at her in question. "Wearing underwear was never a habit I could convince you of," she whispered shyly with a grin.

He smiled back deviously and kissed her again. She leaned up so he could unbuckle the clasp on her bra, tossing it to join the rest of her discarded clothing. He buried his face in her breasts, covering every inch with soft kisses and teasing bites.

When she could take no more teasing she strained to remove her panties and he happily assisted her. He knelt at her feet to place strategic kisses on her inner thighs. She moaned and tilted her hips towards him.

"Buffy," came his hoarse whisper.

"Hmm?" She asked in a delighted haze.

"I want to bite you," he said in a low voice. It shocked her, and she shied away from him, looking hesitant. "It won't hurt as much as you think pet, I promise," he said in the same lowered inflection. She had faith in him. She nodded slowly, with the trust shining in her eyes.

Spike lowered his head, finding the softest spot on her inner thigh, and carefully sunk his fangs into the tender place. She cried out with a few moments pain, and then felt the consuming sensuality take over. With a moan she tilted her hips closer to his mouth, which drew the thick blood slowly and carefully.

He tore himself away from the potent liquid and she mewed in soft protest. "No more games," he said in a gruff whisper. He stretched himself over her body and kissed her softly and quickly on the lips, and buried himself inside her.

With skill he didn't know she possessed she met his thrusts with fervent motions, as the tension built up inside them both. It could have been minutes or hours it lasted, neither knew nor cared.

With a loud cry, the spring that had been steadily tightening inside her recoiled and she reached her climax, waves of almost painful gratification coursing through her. He felt the shudder through her body and followed her into the depths of enjoyment, collapsing atop her with a satisfied moan.

When her ragged breaths steadied, he rolled from her and laid next to her in the soft carpet, an arm draped over waist. Both were silent. He heard a low giggle from her and opened his eyes to see an amused smile playing across Buffy's lips.

"What're you laughing for? That's not something a bloke wants to hear after a performance," he said with mock indignation.

She rolled onto her side and propped herself up on an elbow, the smile still planted on her flushed face. "I was thinking of what to say after something like this and I could only think of the cliché."

He cocked an eyebrow in question.

"I love you."

He smiled and kissed her lips delicately, the smile melting into his mouth.