A/N: I want to thank everybody for the reviews *wipes a tear from her eye* they are wonderful.  I just love those warm gooshy feelings, don't you?

Again, another reminder that this is an R rated story, so the content is racy, DO NOT read if you are not of age.  If you are of age, enjoy!  I hope I did it justice.

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Chapter 7: Now or Never

Buffy's mouth opened, then shut, then opened again and shut again.  Her mind seemed to have deserted her.  Wow, he's even hotter in person.

"You o.k. luv?" Spike asked her. 

Ooooh...accent!  Hot man with an accent!  Her inner voice squealed with delight.  Wait a minute, why is his mouth moving?  Is he talking to me?  He is!!  Ooh…oooh…oooohh he's talking to me!  What do I say?  C'mon Buff say something…anything, just stop gulping and looking like an idiot. 

"Uhhhhh…..I mean, um….hiya," Buffy said and mentally smacked herself.  Hiya?  What was that?  Stupid!!

Spike laughed, "Hi, 'm Spike."  He was amazed that he sounded so calm, his entire body was in the early stages of pure chaos.    

"Hi Spike, nice to meet you," Buffy replied, manners automatically kicking in.  Nice to meet you?  God, how dense can I sound?

"And your name is?  I mean I assume Calypso isn't your real name?" Spike said.  She seemed a little nervous.  He he he, yeah, I made her nervous.  Big bad is in business.

"Of course not, I mean who would have a name like that?  Not that it's a bad name or anything, I mean if you were a real free-thinking individual you might like that name but well…what?  Oh, my name.  My name?" Buffy was babbling and she couldn't seem to stop herself.  Stop imagining him naked!  Stop right now.  You are not going to pin him to the ground. Even though it would be fun.   He he he, yeah really really fun.  Oh shit, he's saying something again.  Pay attention!

"Yeah kitten, your name, something given to a child at birth to distinguish them from the millions of other people throughout the world," Spike said with a laugh.

Hey! He's laughing at me!  Jerk, I don't think so. "Yeah, I got a name, what's to say you need to know it?" Buffy asked. 

Spike scarred eyebrow shot up.  Bint's got some spunk after all.  "Not a damn thing ducks, just usually like to know the names of women that I've seen intimately," Spike replied, remembering how she looked onstage.  He gulped and shifted, his pants suddenly became extremely tight. 

Buffy swore that his voice caressed her skin and she almost closed her eyes at the sensation.  Then, she thought about that for a minute and raised an eyebrow.  You wanna play that way?  Ok fine, let's play.  She stepped closer to Spike and reached up to tuck an errant curl behind his ear, her fingers brushing the outside shell of his ear ever so lightly.  "Is that so?  I don't think I've shown you all of my intimate parts just yet, have I?" Oh God, where did that come from?  Since when do I flirt with men and touch and stuff?  Buffy couldn't believe her own audaciousness.  Heeey, this is fun!  No wonder Willow likes it so much.

Spike shivered at her touch and almost moaned at her words.   Bloody fucking hell, one touch from her and my blood pressure goes through the roof.  He tried to speak and his voice cracked.  He gave a wry grin and cleared his throat then tried again, "I have no doubt of that luv," As he spoke, Spike leaned in closer and closer until their faces almost touched.  Their breath mingled and their eyes locked.  Slowly, Spike brought his hand up and cupped her cheek, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.  " Luv, tell me your name," he said softly.

Buffy pulled in a breath and felt liquid heat course through her body and tug at her core at his softly spoken plea.  She felt like she was trying to move in honey, everything was slow and blurry.  She gently ran her tongue over her lip and watched in fascination as Spike's eyes darkened to black.  He sucked in a breath, and she could have sworn, let out a little moan.  "If I tell you, what will you give me?" she asked in a whisper.  WHOA BUFF!  What the hell was that?  My God, he probably thinks I'm some sort of slut.  These thoughts raced through Buffy's mind, but she was powerless to do anything.  She was caught in a spell woven by his eyes and cast by his voice.  Nothing else existed. 

Did she just say what I think she did?  "Anything you want," he replied.

"Anything at all?" Buffy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Oh luv, if you only knew.  "Anything," Spike whispered.  Lay you down and stroke your skin, run my hands over your body, cup your breasts, kiss your thighs, make you moan, make you sigh, hear you scream my name.  It became too much for Spike to handle.  His pants were cutting painfully into his iron hard erection.  This beautiful, mysterious woman was making innuendos and his body was desperate to cash in on them.  He groaned at his thoughts and, quick as lightening, Spike reached out and hauled Buffy to him.  Now or never mate. 

His lips crashed down and devoured.  His tongue brushed her lips, seeking her mouth.  She responded with her own tongue and Spike went wild. He pulled her closer until her soft body conformed to his hard lines.  Her breasts smashed into his chest and his crotch pressed snug against hers.   With a quick turn, Buffy was pinned against the side of a car and Spike nestled himself between her thighs.  He broke away and pressed hot, openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck.  Her pulse was wild under his lips.  He moved his hands over her stomach and up around to her back.  Lightly caressing the flesh he found there, Spike captured Buffy's lips again.  Cor, she tastes like peaches and cream.

At the first touch of Spike's lips, Buffy lost any semblance of timidity.  The liquid sensation between her legs erupted and intensified until Buffy felt a distinct throbbing.  She wanted him so very badly.  When she felt his tongue, Buffy eagerly granted him access to her mouth.  She took the opportunity to explore his, tasting cigarettes and beer.  Mmmmm, Spike –taste.  The hard planes of his taut body pressed against hers and she felt his arousal against her intimately.  Hers tripled and when he turned her against the car, Buffy moved so that he was cradled by her thighs.  Never in her life had she experienced such immense need or white-hot lust.  He trailed kisses down her neck and Buffy used the opportunity to thread her fingers in his white hair.  So soft, how does he keep it so soft? 

Spike was on fire for this intoxicating woman.  She bubbled through his veins like a fine wine, heady and intoxicating.  With a great effort, he pulled back and broke the kiss.  The two of them stood still for awhile; chests heaving with much needed breathe.  Buffy couldn't believe her own behavior.  Never in her life had she done something so impulsive.  My God  Buffy, what the hell were you doing?.  She brought her eyes to meet his again, noticing that he still was touching her back, fingertips making whisper light circles on her skin.  It felt extremely good, so she let him continue.  Unbeknownst to Buffy, she was playing with Spike's hair at the nape of his neck.  

She may not have noticed, but Spike sure as hell did.  It was an achingly familiar thing that Dru used to do.  Dru!  Shit, what the hell am I doing with this chit?  It was like a bucket of cold water was dumped on his head.  He abruptly let go of Buffy and took a couple of steps back.  He looked at her, swollen lips and flushed cheeks.  Her eyes were slightly confused, a dark jade green and still fuzzy from the kiss.  Part of him was arrogantly proud, HE made here look that way.   His rational brain kicked in and he was slightly appalled at his own behavior.  Jesus Christ, I'd 'ave taken her in the soddin' dirt right here in the bleedin' parking lot.  He let out a disgusted sigh and looked at Buffy again.  Now she had regained some of her senses, Spike expected her to kick him in the head and run, virtue fluttering.  Not that I don't deserve that, shit, what was I thinking?  That was just it though, he wasn't thinking.  Something about her made all sane forms of thought flee his mind and his primitive side clawed forward with a vengeance. 

Buffy knew something was wrong.  Oh God, what did I do?  Was I that bad?  Oh man, gotta leave, gotta escape now!  She looked around wildly and spotted her car.  Grabbing her bag that had fallen in the midst of everything, she fished out her keys.  "I'm sorry," she said, her voice husky with passion and the oncoming tears, "I'm sooo sorry."  She turned away from Spike and ran toward her car. 

Spike was dumbfounded.  Did she just apologize for giving me the most earthshaking kiss in my entire life?  Bloody hell, I think she did.  Wait a minute, where the hell is she going?  He ran after her and caught her right before she got her car door open. 

"Please pet, I'm beggin' you, tell me you name."  He didn't mean to sound so desperate, but he was, dammit! 

"Buffy," she said, "my name is Buffy."  Then she got in her car and backed out of the parking lot. 

"Buffy," Spike whispered, "I'll be seeing you again, count on it."  He walked back toward the club.    

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A/N:  Until next time, my pretties