Spike flinched as the door to his crypt flew off its hinges. If that little act of violence hadn't been a dead giveaway, he still would have known it was her. He would have known if he'd been blind, deaf, and unable to smell. He would always know his girl. He turned his head slightly and saw her standing in the doorway. Keeping his back to her, he asked arrogantly, "Back for more, Slayer?"

Buffy stood glaring at Spike as she tried to keep her tears at bay, her hands clenched in brutal fists. Kicking past the remains of the door, she stomped into the room. "Spike, I need information," she growled.

"Right. Information, my ass. I know why you're here."

In a blind rage, she stepped forward and pushed him around to face her. "This isn't a game! I need to know if there's some type of new demon in town. Don't hold out on me, Spike. Not now." Her eyes flashed dangerously and she grabbed the lapels of his coat, jerking him slightly.

"Not that I know of...but y' know, if you want another taste of last night, all you've got to do is ask..." He leered down at her with hooded eyes and cocked his head invitingly.

"Dammit, Spike!" she cried, pushing his hand from where it had come to rest on her arm. She didn't have time for this. Not right now. And yet, despite her grief, she couldn't ignore his allure and the heat his simple touch had brought forth in her. She turned away. "Listen- "

"Buffy- "

He was cut off when she whirled back and her fist shot out of nowhere, sending him flying back against the wall. She stepped forward and slammed him into it again for good measure, taking out some of her pain on the unsuspecting vamp.

"Just. Listen," she snarled threateningly. As she tried to continue, her voice cracked. "I- I have to find it. I have to..." she trailed off helplessly. She stopped as she began to sob uncontrollably.

Taken aback, Spike's resentment at her treatment disappeared and he was immediately filled with concern. "Buffy? What's wrong? What happened?"

She wiped her tears with the back of one hand, cursing herself. She couldn't show weakness…she couldn't. If she took the time to let herself grieve, Willow's murderer might very well escape. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the violent sobs that racked her body, shaking her to her core.

Spike tentatively put his hands on her shoulders, fully prepared for another blow. He was at a loss when she stepped forward and buried her head in his chest, pushing her hands under his coat and clinging to him like her very life depended on it. He wrapped his arms around her in a reassuring embrace, confused by this unprecedented gesture of trust and dependence. Continuing to hold her lovingly, he slowly led her to the couch. He sat her down next to him, keeping his arms around her protectively as she sobbed, shuddered, and gasped. She clutched at him desperately until finally, nearly an hour later, her tears subsided. He stroked her hair as her breathing slowed; it felt just as he'd imagined, soft and perfect. After several minutes, she looked up at him.

"Luv, what is it? What happened? Tell me," he entreated in a voice that she had never heard from the bleached-blonde vampire.

Somehow, she felt safe here, in the arms of the enemy she had fought against for so long, and she whispered, "I- it's Willow. S-something attacked her. She's- it, it left. I have to find it, Spike. Help me," she whimpered. "I don't know what to do...Willow..."

She nearly broke down again, but stopped when his head bent and his lips came down on hers in a surprisingly delicate kiss. Stunned, she exhaled softly, hesitating at first, then melting in his embrace. Their lips were tentative for the first few moments…nothing like their first kiss, which had been all passion and fire and lust. Now it was about comfort and need, yet, if asked, neither could deny that passion was present in the tender meeting of lips. Spike finally sensed that she wasn't resisting and became more demanding. As their kiss became more ardent, Spike shifted his weight so that he was no longer beside her, but above her. His body pressed her into the couch as he maneuvered until he was completely on top of her.

Their kisses became more and more frenzied as Spike's hands moved from being entangled in Buffy's hair to taking hold of her hips. Buffy moaned quietly as she felt his growing hardness pushing against her. She opened her eyes as she felt some of his weight lift. As he continued to straddle her, he removed his red silk shirt, revealing the black T-shirt that she had returned the other night. He gazed down at her, his frosty blue eyes filled with fiery passion as she gripped the powerful thighs that were planted on either side of her, pinning her to the cushion. It was a prison she actually didn't mind, and with her eyes she entreated him not to stop. Seeing this, knowing she actually wanted it, was all the encouragement Spike needed.

Part of him worried that he was taking advantage of her grief, but he knew that she had wanted this long before that. Plus, he was a vampire, so the whole moral thing wasn't really an issue. It wasn't as if he was going to abandon her the next day like some ponce. As long as she needed him, he would be there. And as long as she would have him…well, he would take what he could get.

Having justified his actions, he rose from the sofa, pulling her up with him. He knew she needed this as much as he did, maybe even more so. His hands firmly gripped her waist, pulling her to him as he carried her across the room. With her thighs firmlywrapped around him, he proceeded to kiss her jaw and collarbone as he sauntered casually towards the ladder. Somehow managing to hold onto her as he climbed down, he continued to nip at her neck, occasionally flicking his tongue over her skin, causing her to yelp, her desire for him growing with each touch. While he carried her over to the bed, he began to explore under her shirt with his free hand, making her gasp with need. He dropped her onto it, taking a moment to gasp in unnecessary breath and stare down at the object of his desires. She was beautiful.

Not wanting to waste another second, he stripped off his shirt and undid his belt, staring down at her with impassioned eyes as he did so. His member was throbbing with lust and all he knew was that he wanted to be inside her now.

She watched him, her eyes traveling hungrily over his body as he came back down on top of her. He was gorgeous... Hesitantly, she sat up to remove her own shirt. Her hands trembled; she couldn't believe this was actually happening, that she was letting this happen. Once she had cast it aside, she raised her eyes to the vampire hovering over her. He growled softly as he reached around to undo her bra with expert hands. Shivering as her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the crypt, she saw him fling it aside, and despite herself, she blushed as his eyes wandered over her form. Slightly afraid, she turned her eyes away and fisted her hands in the sheets. She'd never been with anyone so sexually confident before, and it unnerved her.

Unable to control himself, his demon visage took over. He could smell her fear, and it aroused him further even while he attempted to quell it. He didn't want her to regret this. Using his index finger to force her to look at him, he gave her the most comforting look his vampiric features could muster. He expected her to turn away in disgust, but instead, she ran her hands over his firm chest and kissed him, running her tongue over his fangs. Surprised and pleased, he growled again, swallowing a drop of her sweet blood. Combined with a flavor that was all her, it was an extremely potent aphrosdisiac, nearly causing him to black out with the heady rush it brought on.

She pushed him back against the pillows, leaning over him, then lowering herself to press against his smooth, hard chest. His skin was cool, but not cold. She ran her hands over his muscled physique and smiled uncertainly. "Spike..." she breathed softly in his ear, her voice filled with want.

Hearing her say his name that way, with affection, with longing, made all the tender feelings he had for her come rushing forward. He realized that this time, it wasn't just about lust. The demon face disappeared and, while he pressed his lips to hers, tongue ravaging her mouth, he unzipped her pants and slipped them down her legs. She rolled off him and closed her eyes in anticipation, her need for him showing on her face. Spike hurriedly sat up and removed the rest of his own clothing, then came down atop her again. When she realized he was fully naked, her eyes snapped open and she gasped aloud, part excitement and part apprehension. "Spike..." she murmured again, louder this time, almost protesting.

Not letting her finish, he smirked, looking at her challengingly in the way she had come to adore, and plunged deep within her. The suddenness of it caused her to climax instantly while she stretched to accommodate his girth. Even as she shrieked with pleasure, he didn't stop. Gripping both of her hands above her head with one of his, he continued to thrust in and out as her incoherent moans grew louder. Seeing what he was doing to her caused him to glow with a sense of male pride, and he continued to rock against her, increasing his rhythm, gasping in air that he didn't need as he pounded her into the mattress. Unintelligible words tore from her throat, and he heard the beginnings of his name among them. Running his free hand over her body, he groaned, "That's it, baby, say my name," quickening his already rapid thrusts.

"Harder...oh! More, Spike...please..."she screamed as her own body rushed up to meet his with startling force.

This time, they both came together, her writhing erratically beneath him and he pistoning his hips furiously, both emitting primal screams of lust and pleasure. In the final throes of their passion, they collapsed against each other, sated and pleased. In all of his hundred and thirty years, nothing Spike had ever had with Dru or anyone else had even come close to this.

"Buffy," he breathed, still overwhelmed from what they had shared. "I love you. I couldn't tell you before but..." he paused, waiting for her reaction. He knew that his words had probably shattered the moment between them, but with her lying glowingradiantly beneath him, he couldn't help the admission from spilling forth. He tensed in anticipation of her rejection.

She looked up into his eyes, blue sapphires that were glowing with adoration, and could tell he meant it. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around him, toying with the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. She lay still a moment, still panting from their lovemaking. When she looked back up at him, her eyes were filled with truth and realization. She gave him a feathery kiss and murmured, "Spike, I- I never thought I could feel anything for you, but… This thing between us wasn't a mistake. I know that. I care about you, and I want to give us a chance."

Spike looked down at her in wonder. Did she really mean it? He looked at her and understood that she had finally accepted him for what he was. Thrilled, he grinned his seductive grin and shifted his hips, his already hard member moving inside her and bringing with it another spark of desire, justwhen she thought she would be satisfied for days. With another smirk, he sent her into whirling into ecstasy all over again...

Hey everyone, I'll start with thanking for the reviews, like always. I know this was the moment you had all been waiting for...I was really nervous about posting it; it was the first sex scene I've ever written, so...yeah. Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and if you want the next chapter, keep reviewing!