Title: Stages
Chapter 3: Smashed - Passion
Author: Cheridel
Rating: R
This Part: R
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E-mail: Website: http/cheridel. Spoilers: Smashed
Distribution: Ask me first, please.
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by WB, UPN, and Fox. Or one of the three.
Summary: The stages of Buffy and Spike's relationship from Once More, with Feeling to Smashed.
A/N: All chapters are from Buffy's POV and the quote at the beginning of each chapter has to do with the theme of the chapter.

"Act nothing in furious passion. It's putting to sea in a storm."

-Thomas Fuller

I look at him oddly. "Get out of my way."

"Or what?" He replies, like he's daring me to do something.

Well, I aim to please. I punch him in the face.

He pauses for a second and then punches me.

"Oh, the pain! The pain… is gone."

Spike just hit me… he can hit me. He can hit me without pain!

"Guess what I just found out," he says gravely. "Looks like I'm not as toothless as you thought, sweetheart."

"How?" I ask. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Don't you get it? Don't you see? You came back wrong."

Then, I punch him, again, again and again. He is chuckling all the while. Somehow he blocks a blow from me and knocks me into a fence.

"It's a trick. You did something to the chip, it's a trick."

"It's no trick. It's not me, it's you. Just you, in fact, that's the funny part." He punches me in the face. "'Cause you're the one that's changed." He punches me again. "That's why this doesn't hurt me."

"Came back a little less human than you were." It's not true! Asshole!

I shake my head. "You're wrong," I say and kick him.

There's a bit more banter and fighting but I'm more interested in kicking his bony white butt back to England.

Finally, we crash through the door of an abandoned building, where we spend more time punching, kicking, and insulting each other.

We are both so mad. Me, because he told me I came back wrong and acted all giddy about it. For him, I'll take a wild guess and say it is because I called him an evil disgusting thing. Maybe he thought he would be in good company except a: I'm not a demon and b: I don't want him!

Anyway, the passionate anger that is driving us to fight… suddenly turns to lust as I kiss him hungrily. The kiss is so deep, it made me moan. I put my fist through the wall trying to wrap my arms around Spike's neck to pull him closer.

Eventually, Spike's back ends up against the wall and my legs, around his waist. I quickly unzip his pants and lift up my skirt, thrusting my body onto his.

He looks at me with wide, surprised eyes that are full of love and desire. As much as I want that expression on his face to last forever, I have to move. I begin to rock my hips up and down and holy shit, he's huge, oh jeez, fuck…

He turns us around so that my back is against the wall and I grab onto the side of it to steady myself as he starts to drive into me at full force.

Pretty soon, we are both panting and shaking and as I lean forward to put my arms around his neck, he falls backwards, taking me with him and we fall through the floor onto the bottom level of the house.

We both lay there breathing harshly, staring at each other in wonder.

Wow!

The rest of the night is all a blur of passion, ecstasy, pain, pleasure, hunger, and need.

And yes, at times, there was even love. Love that I would have to deny existed in the morning.