Buffy woke up the next morning, the bright light from the sun warming her face; she listened and heard Dawn getting ready for school. She sighed, getting up and sitting on the beds edge. Her body ached, not in a bad way. It ached for the pleasure only he could give her; She ached for him to touch her again. To whisper how much he loved her in her ear again.

But whenever he'd do it she would turn him away. Tell him he was worthless and disgusting. She couldn't understand what was wrong with her. Why did she let him do those things to her? She got up off the bed and quickly changed into some blue jeans and a blue shirt. Ran her brush threw her hair. She made her way downstairs and smiled warmly at her friend who was preparing breakfast.

"Hey, Buff, you were out late again last night." Willow said, "Another big demon?"

Buffy looked up, "umm, yeah, it's okay though, Spike saw me with it and helped." Buffy said.

"That was good." Willow said, turning her attention back to her eggs.

Buffy sighed. The thought of leaving this place right now was in her mind. Leaving now and going to Spikes. Let him take her out of this world that her friends brought her back to.

Double Meat Palace

Buffy flipped the burger with her greasy spatula and sighed watching the meat sizzle on the stove. "You can take your break now." The nameless boy told her. Buffy nodded and took off her hat. Then she saw him. He was passing by the window, stopped, made shore he made eye contact and continued to walk.

Buffy walked out into the back alley, "What are you doing here?" She asked.

Spike smirked, "Thought that was obvious." He said pushing her up against the near wall.

"We cant." Buffy said simply, "N-not here."

Spike looked around, "Place is good as any."

Buffy looked up at him, gulped as she felt his hands moved down her chest and to her pants, he played with the zipper pulling it up and down a few times. "We shouldn't." Buffy whispered looking up at him.

"Does that mean you don't want to?" He asked slipping his hand into her baggy red pants, Buffy gasped, "Feels like you wanna." He said leaning in and kissing the side of her throat.

"S-spike, but what… what if someone sees?" She asked. She couldn't help herself she started to rock against his hand she gripped his shoulders as his mouth swept over her throat, worshiping her skin.

Spike feathered kisses up her neck, her chin and when he tried to kiss her mouth she turned her face so he couldn't. He sighed. But once again, he took what ever he could get. His mouth moved to her ear, his hand moving along with her, her moans started to get louder and he moved back. No more waiting.

He pulled her pants down so they puddle around her feet. His long leather duster shielding her small body from anyone but him, "Mine." He whispered possessively, Buffy hadn't heard it, to lost in her own world working on undoing his belt.

Spike steadied both hands on the wall next to Buffy's head. He pushed himself into her and started to pump in and out of her. He'd tried to look at her, kiss her, but she wouldn't let him, whenever he'd turn his head to look at her she'd look away.

Buffy was determined not to give him anything, not even a whimper, but a moan escaped her lips. She promised herself she wouldn't let this happen again. But here she was, in the back of The Double Meat Palace, Spike once again inside her and she was feeling it again, the over whelming pleasure that only he could give her.

The feeling of being love, being cared for, the feeling of his amazing skills when it came to what ever he did with her. Hours on hours of mind blowing pleasure. Consuming her. She hands trembled from the firm grip she had on her shoulders. She was shaking. Her whole body. Overwhelmed with pleasure.

Spike growled low in his throat, inside Buffy. He was inside the slayer. He started to pound harder. Gripping at the fabric that covered her, wanting it off.

The next thing Buffy new she was in Spike's arms, her legs wrapped around his waist arms around his shoulders. As he pounded into her as she moaned from above him. Buffy ran her fingers threw her soft bleached locks. Throwing her head back and hitting the back of it against the wall, there was too much pleasure running around in side her to allow her any pain.

He looked up at her, catching her face in his gaze, When Buffy noticed the gentle and caring look he gave her, a look full of love and devotion, she looked away.

Later

Spike stood zippering his pants; he grabbed a cigarette from his duster and lit it. He plopped it in his mouth and watched as Buffy fixed her clothes. He took a long puff from the 'cancer stick' as Dawn called it, and he pushed himself off the wall.

Buffy again carefully avoided his gaze. She straightened her shirt, ran her fingers threw her hair and turned to him taking a deep breath, "Presentable?"

Spike nodded lifting a hand to touch her cheek but she flinched away from him, he sighed. "Yeah, you look beautiful." He told her softly. Watching the spark of hatred flicker in her eyes. "How're you gettin' home?"

Buffy shrugged, "I-I don't know yet, I think I'm walking."

"I can take you." He offered.

Buffy shook her head, "I don't need you, Spike, just stop."

Spike watched as she moved back into the Burger Joint and clenched his fists. His jaw clicked. He turned on his heel, in the mood to kill something. Hit something. Anything would do.

Buffy got home; she walked into the house seeing Dawn and Willow on the couch watching a movie. Dawn turned to her with a wide smile, "Hey Buff! We're watching Van Helsing!" Dawn said happily, "Wanna watch?"

Buffy nodded, "Sure."

"How was work?" Dawn asked, "Spike said he was gonna stop by, see how you were doin'."

Buffy nodded, sitting down next to her sister, "He did, he tried to talk me out of the job." Buffy explained, "How did you know? Did he stop by here?"

Dawn nodded, "Helped me with my history homework." She explained, "He's totally smart!"

The Grave Yard

Night

Buffy punches a vampire and it flies back, he grabs her stake from her waist band and stakes the vamp as it starts to lunge at her for the fifth time that night. She sighed, looking at the crypt in front of her. His crypt. The crypt she knew everyway out of, every way in.

She stood out side the crypt for a little while. Waiting. She took a deep breath. She moved toward the crypt and into the place. She saw Spike sprawled out on the lazy boy chair watching TV. He didn't even bother to turn to look at her.

"So, you decided to come in then?" He twisted his head to look at the blond, "what do you want?"

Buffy rolled her eyes, "What do you think I want Spike? Why else would I be here?" She asked rolling her eyes.

TBC..

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