A/N The NC-17 version of this chapter can be found at and is better than the R version. Jack is off being a busy boy right now, but he'll make an appearance again very soon in the story.
Chapter 4
What the bleeding hell did I do last night? Spike wondered as he awoke with the mother of all hangovers. Sitting in his chair, he looked towards his television and remembered Harmony's screwup which prompted the start of his drinking binge. Remember going to the Bronze and then- Bugger can't remember a bleedin thing. As Spike stood up he spotted the treasures he'd taken from Buffy's room and smiled. Don't remember getting those, but best hide them before Harm comes back. Don't need the Blondie Bear/Slayer speech again.
As Spike picked up his mementos from his Slayer, he looked around his crypt, something was different but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. His ashtray was overflowing and he remembered emptying it yesterday. Taking a couple steps towards the ladder that lead to the sub-level of the crypt, Spike stopped short. On the floor was on lone red rose petal. Oh well, must be something he tracked in, hazard of living in a cemetery, bloody flowers everywhere. He went below and placed his items in his Buffy shrine. Behind a curtain were dozens of images of her, drawings, pilfered panties and other items belonging to his Golden Goddess.
Spike rubbed his face against the sweater and inhaled his Slayer's scent. God he wanted her. He grew hard as he inhaled her scent. Carefully laying her sweater down. Spike grabbed a pair of her panties and then grabbed some cushions he had lying just outside the curtained alcove. He arranged the cushions in the doorway and began to strip his clothes off. Sitting down on the cushions he stared at the smiling images of his beloved and let his hand move between his legs. He locked his eyes on a photo of her smiling wearing a tight tank top with no bra and began fantasizing.
It started in the Bronze, where everything between them began. She was wearing a skimpy outfit, black leather skirt and tiny black tank, he decided. Dancing seductively the entire crowd blurred as Buffy became the only thing in the universe. Buffy looked up at Spike, smiled and pulled him to her. They danced slowly and then their lips met. Pulling away from their battle of tongues, Buffy moaned his name and lead him to the door of the Bronze.
They rushed down the street toward Spike's crypt, stopping to grab one another furiously. Mouths and tongues fought in desperation and hand wandered indecently as they approached their destination. At last in the cemetery, Spike could wait no longer, he placed her on a large flat tomb. Buffy quivered with anticipation and laid back. Spike's hands roamed freely over her body until she was moaning his name. She writhed as he used over a hundred years of expertise on her body, tormenting her with pleasure. Spike reached to the hem of Buffy's skirt and slowly slid it upwards as his tongue met hers.
"Need to feel you," she panted against his mouth. Spike stood up, removed his dust and t-shirt as Buffy sat up and reached for his jeans.
"Blondie bear," she said.
"Blondie huh?" Spike asked confused.
"Blondie Bear!" Harmony's voice intruded from the crypt above, pulling Spike from his fantasy.
Shit! Spike stood up and walked outside of his shrine. Angrily he grabbed his jeans and forced himself inside.