The party part two chapter four remember me, Luv.

Spike held her hand as he guided her up the stairs. Her heart was making somersaults and she was so close to him, she could hear his breath. The axe body spray he was wearing drowned her, her hormones just waiting to attack him. But she kept calm.

"So, England, huh." She asked quietly in his room. Buffy was sad and relieved that she had found a conversation, as he continued.

"Yeah. England. Rupert has got me tied up till I am good." Spike sighed and reached for her hand. They sat on his bed, silently. His hands caressed hers softly as they sat in silence. She asked, "Will I ever see you again?" He shrugged slowly with melancholy. "I don't know, Buffy, I doubt it. Listen." He continued, "I know I feel strongly about you and I want to say, if I never get a chance to…I love you."

Buffy was so caught in the moment she could have cared less what her mother had said. "I love you too." She softy whispered and he pulled her into a kiss. She was so ready, so willing, and him so eager and hopeful, their lips clashed in rich, fulfilling kiss. Their bodies felt numb, they were so high. What are you doing! Her mind was screaming, but she gave into him, gave into everything he did.

He began to caress her so carefully, she was moaning into him for something, anything of him to make her feel. Though it was their first time, he seemed so experienced, such an expert. She straddled him and waited for him to come, riding him slowly and then faster with need.

He finally came and she screamed his name, deaf to those downstairs because of the loud music. They lay there in silence, and slowly drifted asleep.

Spike awoke early and looked at the girl lying at his side. She was an angel, so bright and full of life, and he felt somewhat proud he had been the first to touch her. So willing…but something didn't feel right. Xander had warned him-leaving her after sharing something this intimate… it wasn't right. It was a mistake.

He shouldn't have done this, not now, not ever. He shamed her for life, and he was only going to break her heart when he left. Spike silently got dressed and quietly closed the door. He looked at the time and saw it was only half past nine, his party was still on, and surprisingly as crowded as ever. He spotted Xander by the snack table and then spotted Willow and Oz on the dance floor.

He thought about the happy couple bitterly, remembering that he and Buffy could never have the same. He saw their happy smiles and their laughter in check with one another. He kicked at the ground with spite as Xander walked up to him.

"You did it, didn't you." Xander accused him.

Spike, hoping to maintain Buffy's reputation, put on a disbelieving face.

"No, Xander. Don't be stupid. You were right. It wasn't a good idea to get involved with her now and so I didn't. Don't worry, she's fine. We just talked, nothing more. Yeah, for a long time, but you know, it is our last day together. And it's none of your business what we talked about either."

Xander just stared at him menacingly. He didn't like that smirk, he knew he might have been lying, but he shrugged it off in favor of the half hour of partying still ahead. Besides, he had to get back to Anya.

Spike headed back upstairs to check up on Buffy. He found her laying there, still gorgeous as ever, but now the moon siloehetted her slim form and he remembered the touch of her. He lay next to her for a minute, and decided she better make another appearance before the end of the party, to avoid suspicion, and woke her up.

She stirred slowly and groan softly, "Spike?"

Spike whispered in her ear coaxing, "Come downstairs with me, Buffy. Everyone is waiting."

Buffy shivered as the covers left her body and he swallowed hard at the memory of what they had shared only hours before. She dressed quietly and after, he hugged her softly, and pressed a delicate kiss upon her lips that comforted her and she spoke, "Spike? I don't want anyone to know about…tonight. It's just, I don't think-" He cut her worried tone off with a kiss and replied, "It's okay, Buffy. I understand. I won't say anything."

Though dressed she lay back on the bed in what seemed like frustration. "I'm going to miss you too much Spike."

Spike comforted her yet again and pulled her gently up off the bed. They left the room and walked down the stairs.

Buffy thought about Spike as she danced with her friends. He was with the guys in the corner, but she wasn't worried he would brag. She trusted him. The connection they shared was like none she had ever had. They had slept together and it changed everything.

She smiled and waved at him as she saw him look over her way. Finally, he walked up to her and acted casual, as if nothing had happened, and asked her how the party was.

"The party's great! Too bad you're not going to be around to throw them anymore." This was said lightly, but he caught the undertone of remorse in her words.

As people began to leave, the tension in the air rose and they knew things would never be the same.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Sorry this is so short. I've been busy with the end of the school year. But over the summer, this story is going to (at least my GOAL is) get up to 30 chapters at least. I hope to finish it by the end of the summer. Thank you for reading this fanfiction and I hope you all review.