Author's Note: So here's the end. I don't think it's that fantastic, but it's alright for my premiere fic BACK into fanfiction / into the Buffyverse. I may expand and make a sequel, but I won't be at the computer for 2 weeks so don't expect anything from me until then. :) Thanks for reading, and please review!

Like a Man Possessed
Chapter 5

Shaking slightly, Spike pulled away from Buffy's warm lips, his own tingling where they had made contact. "I'm sorry," he murmured apologetically, looking away from her questioning gaze. "You don't need me professing my love to you all Gone with the Wind when—"

His words were abruptly cut off as she roughly pulled him to her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as their lips intertwined in a passionate kiss. After a heated moment, they broke apart, both panting heavily (although unnecessarily in Spike's case) and a blush staining Buffy's cheeks.

"Right, then," Spike suddenly said, "Up you go." He stood up, offering the Slayer his hand and sighing with relief when she chose to take it—there was nothing more embarrassing to the Victorian man inside him than a rebuffed courtesy.

"Where are we going?" Buffy asked. It was small, but Spike thought he could sense a small part of her old charm in her intonation—there was surely a difference from how she had sounded only minutes earlier. He didn't hear the doubtful tone in her voice, however; she was confused by his unexpected suggestion to go and wondering what she had done wrong.

Spike thought for a moment before replying. "Wherever you want, love." He had been the one to instigate leaving Dawn's grave, but had no real destination in mind—he just needed to point things in a different direction from where they were obviously heading. Cursing his sudden conscience, he didn't realize that Buffy had replied.

"What was that?"

"I want to go to your crypt." If there was any answer Spike had expected, that most certainly wasn't it. He stopped walking and turned to face Buffy, placing his hands on her shoulders and peering into her face. Before he could figure out how to voice his concerns, she put her hands on his chest and leaned in until their lips were barely touching. "Don't say anything, Spike. I just want to…" She trailed off, closing the distance between their two bodies and pressing her lips fully against his.

They stood like that for a moment, the kiss remaining simple and innocent; however, the demon in Spike wouldn't let it stay that way and soon they were locked in a tight embrace, the movement of their lips and tongues awakening lust deep inside them both.

A sudden thought occurred to the vampire a moment later; she protested when he made to move away, but he managed to resist and did so. "Buffy, I—"

"Please, Spike," she breathed, her hand caressing his cheek softly and pulling his face closer to hers. "I know what I need, and it's you." He hesitated for a moment, then pressed her tightly against him and kissed her fervently until she pulled away, gasping for air.

Luckily, they weren't too far from his crypt; if they hadn't been so near, both knew they wouldn't have been able to resist temptation. The moment they stumbled through into the room, Spike grasped Buffy's hips, lifted her up, and slammed her against the door, breathing harshly against the skin of her neck and nipping at her pulse point as she wrapped her legs around his body.

Buffy let out a heady moan when his cool fingers slipped beneath her shirt, stroking her heated skin. Regaining her composure for a moment, she kissed him fiercely before attempting to pull at his shirt, ineptly undoing the buttons but managing to wrestle it off his body—an amazing feat considering her position and the rather distracting things he was doing to her. She knew she was being rough but it didn't matter to her at that moment—all she wanted right then was to feel the icy skin of his body on top of hers.

She wasn't using him; there was nothing "convenient" about their encounter, and if she had only wanted sex she could have gone to anyone. There was something more to it than that and they both knew it, even without saying it. As he let her down and kissed her surprisingly tenderly, Buffy felt something deep inside of her stir, and not just a lust for the man standing before her.

Blinking confusedly, she realized that her shirt had somehow been removed, and the vampire before her was making quick work of her bra. The intensity of their actions doubled when her hands slid down his bare chest to his waist, moving them to the front and unfastening his jeans. When she slipped them down his hips, his length sprang out and pressed against her heat through her skirt. Spike let out a growl when her petite hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing it gently and making it grow even harder.

"Oh god, Buffy," he hissed, the heat of her hand on him almost more than he could handle. He knew that if they continued at the pace they were going, there wouldn't be a "main attraction" of the night. "Stop."

"Why?" she asked innocently, an ill-concealed and delightfully wicked smile playing at her lips. She had slowed her ministrations to a teasing pace and was reveling in the strained look on Spike's face.

"Let's go down to the bed."

"Oh!" The thought had never occurred to her and now seemed like a rather simple concept. Giving his member one last squeeze and eliciting a moan from the vampire, she let go and grabbed his hand, instead.

Spike looked at her, surprised and (although he would never admit it) pleased at her innocent gesture of affection. For some reason, he couldn't shake the idea that she was just using him to give herself freedom from her grief—William's rejection still played a large part in his self-esteem, however wicked, evil, and confident he attempted to appear.

Noticing the troubled look on his face, Buffy reached up and touched his cheek tenderly, as if to ask what was wrong. He shook his head and looked away for a moment, only to return his gaze with an incredible intensity; he made to speak, but was cut off by the girl before him.

"Spike, I'm not using you." How she knew exactly what was troubling him was beyond his comprehension, but he didn't interrupt to ask. Smiling at his surprise, she continued. "The past month has been… unbelievably hard. And even though I knew that I should be trying to heal and to go on living, it was impossible for me to consider." She took a shaky breath but managed to finish. "You've been there for me, even when you weren't exactly standing in front of me like you are right now." Looking at their current position, she let out a laugh. "I never though I'd be having this conversation while I was sorta naked-y."

His concerns eradicated, Spike pulled her to him gently and kissed her lips, gently as to not ruin their moment. When he pulled away, Buffy whispered, "I won't forget it."

They made their way down to the lower level of his crypt, quickly removing their clothes and settling themselves down upon his bed. "Wow!" Buffy exclaimed when she bounced slightly upon it. "This mattress is kinda really comfy!"

"Well, I only nicked one that I most definitely couldn't afford," Spike rumbled, his hand slipping down the golden skin of her body and resting on one of her thighs. Buffy laid back and closed her eyes, taking a shaky breath when his finger gently stroked her center.

The vampire dipped his head lower and began to tenderly kiss her collarbone and her chest, until his lips wrapped around one pink nipple. Buffy moaned at this, her fingers entwining in his bleached locks and mussing their neat appearance; he moved to her other breast and gently caressed the first while flicking his tongue against the hardened peak. Hearing the Slayer moan his name gave both the demon and romantic in Spike a satisfied feeling, and at that he slipped a finger into her heated passageway.

His actions were simple, but they aroused Buffy more than she ever had been in her life. Conscious thought was completely eradicated, and all she could do was concentrate on the pleasure she was feeling. When Spike's head left her breasts, she let out a protesting moan but quickly disregarded her complaint when he kissed a trail down her body and settled between her legs. Grabbing hold of her thighs, he slowly spread them and gazed upon her, leaning forward and taking a long lick.

Time stopped for a moment and Buffy didn't care—all that mattered was his cool tongue against her. "Spike," she moaned headily, his finger stroking inside of her and his mouth gently caressing her clit. "Spike, please, I want more." The bleached vampire didn't immediately stop, toying with the idea of continuing until she finished, but he disregarded the idea and did as she wished, moving up her body and settling his hips between her still-spread thighs. Kissing her flushed cheeks tenderly, he slowly slid his length inside of her sheath, letting out a strangled moan when her heat encased him completely.

"You're amazing, Buffy," he managed to gasp as he slowly thrust himself into her, the fit of their two bodies unbelievably perfect. Her arms wrapped around his back and her hands gripped his shoulders, helping him as his movements quickened. "Wrap your legs around me," he grunted when she pulled him down to her and nipped at the skin of his neck. She complied and gasped when the angle of his penetration changed and hit her perfectly inside.

"Spike," she moaned, lifting her head and kissing his soft lips fiercely—the feeling of his now-hot skin (undoubtedly heated from her) pressed against her body was almost more than she could take. She began lifting her hips to meet his and the intensity of his thrusts doubled. Gasping, he took hold of her wrists and held them above her head, the sight of her body spread before him almost more than he could take.

He knew she was getting close, a flush appearing on the skin of her neck and her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth open with a moan as she pulled him harder into her. With a loud gasp, she came, her sheath tightening around him and pulling him into his own climax a second later. Collapsing onto her, they rested, the frantic beating of her heart slowing and lulling the vampire atop her into a tired daze. Before he was completely asleep, he slid out of her and murmured, "I love you, Buffy," wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her against him.

The said-woman lifted herself up, posing on her side with her weight resting on her arm. She gazed down upon the sleeping vampire beside her, the goofy smile upon his lips eliciting one of her own. It was unbelievable that they had reached this point in their ever-rocky relationship and that she felt so happy right now, when the night before she had cried herself to sleep. Her unspoken desire that she had felt then returned to her, and she realized that she could finally have what she wanted. Settling herself back down, she closed her eyes and let the arm securely holding onto her lull her into a satisfied slumber.

Her conscious mind was barely aware of the feeling Spike had awoken inside of her, but as she drifted off to sleep, she murmured softly, "I love you."

Opening his eyes at the words, Spike stared unbelievably at the girl he held, then smiled. Later they would need to talk, but for now, he let himself be content with falling asleep in her arms.