It began with a kiss. Doesn't it always?

So full of contradictions, they both were.

The first Spike felt was his skin and how hot it felt embracing Buffy. The rain physically cooled it, but, oh God, it was like his body came alive at its peak. This is what he denied himself for a whole year. He really was an idiot.

And then there was Buffy.

Her core burned as she ground into Spike. The rain flowed down her succulent body as Spike slurped at her skin, sucking her breasts through the shirt top. She arched into him more. The ladder squeaked, groaned, and rattled as it flirted with coming down. She moaned and mewled in orgasmic ecstasy, and yet growled in impatience at not getting at his tight flesh. She kissed and licked at the rain, paying particular care to the place where she heard his heartbeat. His chest smothered with her lustful and loving kisses.

She attacked his ear, biting and sucking.

"Bump-bump. Bump-bump," she whispered with a giggle, imitating his heartbeat.

It took so much effort for Spike to stop, but he finally rested his forehead against hers.

"Buffy," he breathed. "Buffy, love, not this way. Wanna do you proper. Wanna make love to you. Like we did before for the last time. I want so much to make love to you proper."

Buffy stopped, her mouth opened and pouting. Her brow crinkled in exasperated confusion.

"I'm fine with this," she said. "I just want to feel you again."

"I'm not," he said quietly. He broke his head away from the contact. His heart screamed.

"I love you and I want to show you how much. The Hyperion's only a couple of blocks away. We'll get into a comfy bed and have all bloody night. We can wait."

After an agonizing moment of stillness, Buffy nodded and let herself down from around his waist.

"Okay," she said softly. But she brushed her hand across his chest suggestively, wearing an increasingly mischievous grin.

Spike had seriously underestimated his Slayer's desire. But he was about to find out.

"We'd better get a move on," Buffy's voice lilted with wanton promise.

And Spike. Poor Spike failed to pick it up. He took her hand and taking his sweet time to enjoy their reunion as he walked hand in hand with her out of the alley. Letting her lead partway due to his por eyesight.

Buffy changed her position and linked fingers with him. She locked hands with his so tightly, squeezing briefly.

Spike immediately felt his member stiffen in response. But he resumed the leisurely pace. They had all night.

Cars passed them by. Some stragglers walked, jogged, and raced through the rain. But Spike and Buffy simply walked.

They reached the first crosswalk and now Buffy cuddled up into Spike's arms. Her hand brushed his chest and abs back and forth, journeying further and further down with each pass, brushing against the front of his jeans, then seizing and rubbing it shamelessly. All the while smiling her innocent, joyful smile.

Spike's head lolled back. He hunched his duster closer around them to stop eyes from probing.

But the minx wasn't making it any easier. She cuddled into his chest, her hands reached through his legs to grab his tight, rounded buttocks.

Walk sign….Where's the bloody walk sign? Spike could feel his balls stir, his dick threatened to rip out of its denimed prison. William Banner fighting a bit longer to keep Spike Hulk sheathed.

She whispered such perversities in his ear in such deliciously anticipatory tones. Finally the walk sign flashed.

And the pace increased, this time with him leading her. He could begin to make out the street signs a bit better.

She clung to him, letting her hand wander where it's devilish mind would. Under his shirt where it pinched and stroked his vulnerable flesh, even slipping within his jeans.

"Buffy, for Godsake," Spike whispered, praying that now wandering soul would see such a display.

"What they see won't hurt them," Buffy teased. She leaned in. "I don't feel any hurt coming on, Spike." She licked and nibbled on his throat.

"Tell that to my balls," he gritted.

"I'll have a nice chat with them," she replied huskily. "You know how well we get along."

Almost there. One more crosswalk. Don't Walk.

Spike's dick remained hard and raring for action, but the need to come seemed to diminish. They just needed to get a bit further and…

A taxi came by, cutting through a large puddle. Spike protected Buffy from most of the water, but she was still soaked.

Of course, with the rain coming down they had both been soaked for some time.

But Buffy's playfulness resurfaced with a vengeance.

"My shoes!" she exclaimed. "They'll be damaged from the rain. Look, there's some right there on the heel."

She stepped in from of him and bent at the waist, backing square into the rock solid encased within his jeans. No light brushes. If he let the beast free, it would have slipped home and sent them both to the Big O. She took her finger and licked it so deliberately, taking her sweet time and hypnotically slid the finger up and down her boot heel.

Spike's mouth gaped open dumbfounded.

She then let her finger travel up the back of her leg, past her calf, the knee, until it reached her tight supple thigh. The hypnotizing finger trailed past her perfect thighs and the other fingers decided to join in, rubbing her round ass in circular motions.

His eyes came up to her face to her eyes and he saw the desire in them. The way they glazed over, communicating her every wish and intention. All pleasurable. All private.

All for him.

She slipped her finger in her mouth and sucked on it allowing it to linger at the side of her mouth, slowly slipping it out.

The rain cascaded on her. Her hair wet and wild. Lust permeated every inch of her body.

Oh, God….Walk….Flash the fucking…

"Sod it," he grabbed her up and they ran across the street. Buffy laughing all the way to the gate.

Spike fished the gate keys out of his coat pocket and fought off the tempting show Buffy put on at the gate. Thank God for peripheral vision, which actually seemed to be getting better.

But Buffy turned the gate into her private playground she fingered the gate post up and down with her fingers and hands, never taking her eyes off of him. Then leaned back onto the gate, propping her succulent leg up, allowing her leg muscles and butt to work it's erotic magic. She thrust her chest out allowing the rain to soak her buttoned silk shirt. Absently, she unbuttoned a few buttons to let her breasts peek out and the rain did its work on those beautiful creations as well.

Spike jiggled the gate open, took her hand, and practically flew to the front door.

One more barrier to bliss.

As Spike was about to fish in his jeans for the key, Buffy stayed his hand.

"Let me," she said.

Staring through his eyes she trailed her hand down his front and into his pocket. She fished and felt around for them, occasionally making contact with his cock and letting him know it by running her fingers down up and down its length.

"Hard to get out," she whispered. Mercifully, she broke her overwhelming eye contact to retrieve them. And sure enough she pulled them out.

But instead of opening the door, she handed them to Spike and guided his hand carrying the key to the lock. She placed herself cheek to cheek with him.

"Trick with keys is," she murmured softly. "You can't force it."

Her fingers made love with his hand as he slipped the key into its hole.

"You've got to be gentle." Her voice dripped with promise and sin.

He turned the key.

"But you got to know when to push." She licked and kissed his cheek and jaw.

Spike licked his lips. He heard the click. And swung it open.

Buffy threw herself at him, and before they fell in a sexual heap, he kicked the door shut.