A/N: Sorry about not writing forever!

spbangel: More it is.
justawritier: haha, first time I saw the Grudge I was scared for about a week. I mean, the whole week I was scared of the bathtub. And Yoku freaked me out.
ness345: I loved Concerts more too, but I only saved the draft, then I edited it on FanFiction. So parts of the fiction are different. It really upset me when it got wiped. But I think I'm going to put it on my website soon. If you still want me to email copies, I can.
LoveHiei-Rine: haha, glad you like it. I'll update more soon.
ArinnaMarie: Foreplay huh? We want foreplay? Sure.

Might be more delays approaching this story. I have half yearly exams. And assignments are a real bitch.

ArinnaMarie is my inspiration for this chapter.

Adult Content included in this chapter. Swearing. Sex... And the ArinnnaMarie inspired.

Spike groaned, arching backwards as he stretched. Memories of the previous night came flooding back. To check they were real, he looked down; noticing Buffy's sleeping form instantly. A grin crossed his lips only to be immediately replaced by a frown as he deflated and panicked as to how she would react to them sleeping together again.

Last time she had fled. What was to say that she wouldn't again?

She stirred slightly, moving her head and providing him with a view of her naked breasts pressed into his abdomen. His eyes travelled hungrily over her, pausing at her hand. It was covered in cuts and bruises. He looked around, for god-only-knows what, spotting a small hole in the wall opposite him. Had she…

But his thoughts were cut short. Buffy jerked awake, her eyes going wide before slowly thinning as the bright sunlight proved to be a problem. She glanced around a bit, before looking back to him chest. Her tongue darted out, and she licked her lips. Then she reached up with her good hand and wiped at the side of her mouth, ridding it of drool.

Finishing her task, her eyes widened slightly when she realised the small puddle she had left on his chest. She wiped at it, only making his chest damper. He smiled adoringly at her, not moving a muscle. She glanced up at him quickly, as if to check he was still asleep, and then back to his chest, which she reached for again, pausing instantly.

Her eyes slowly raised back up, over his chest to his face, where her bright green gems stared up at him, eyes wider than even she herself even knew they could go.

"Mornin'," he said, his voice husky from sleep.

She bit her lip sheepishly, shrinking back a little, sliding down his body.

"Buffy… I don't mind," he muttered with a smile, looking down at his chest, which now shined.

"I'm a drooler…" she mumbled with a pink tint to her cheeks.

"Bet it's delicious," he replied, grinning widely at her. He was longing to reach down, and slide her up along his body to kiss her. But it was her that had to make the first move this time. Besides, he was using his 'sexy grin'. She wouldn't be resisting his charms for long.

"Ew!" her face contorted into a mask of mock disgust. She slapped his wet chest, which vibrated from his low chuckle.

"You know you love it…"

"You think that I love that you think that my drool is delicious? You've never smelt my breath of a morning, have you?" she asked, grimacing at the thought.

"Come up here and let me," he smirked. She looked so bloody gorgeous. Her hair was sexily mussed up from sleep. All he wanted to do was flip her over and pound her into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

"No!" she exclaimed, swatting him on the chest again. "God, Spike. You're so disgusting!"

"You love it." God. When was she going to kiss him?

Her face went blank for a moment as she wiggled around. "There's… something digging into my stomach, its like… a big…" she reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at her. Her eyes went wide. "Oh!"

He moaned softly. "Like a big… what?" his eyes twinkled, his grin widening.

Her own eyes twinkled back at him as she pulled her hand away. "A big… peanut…"

He growled, reaching down and pulling her uninjured hand, sending himself a mental note to question her about the injured one, and guiding it back to stroke him.

Both their eyes slithered closed at the contact, Buffy stuttering aimlessly as her hand pumped up and down his length.

"Will… ah… you stop…" a loud moan escaped his lips, "stop calling… me small?"

She knew what he wanted. Oh yes. She knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to crawl up that perfect chest and kiss him. And she was loving watching the internal pleas coming from behind his blue eyes.

"Stop… mocking that delectable cock?" she asked innocently. "That… oversized gem that you keep in your pants?"

"Oh my sodding…" he groaned, pressing harder into her stomach.

"Stop making you crazy… every time I lie?" she bit her lip teasingly.

He moaned, moving his right hand up and down her back, his left still circled around hers, which was circled around his cock. His grip on her tightening painfully around her own.

She pulled herself further up his chest and stuck out her tongue, licking his nipple. "Let go of my hand…" she whispered.

He did.

She rewarded him by getting on all fours and crawling up his body, tongue making a trail from navel to adam's apple. When she reached his lips, she blew against them, teasing him for as long as she herself could handle.

Within seconds, she got sick of that game, licking his bottom lip before biting it.

"My god, Buffy, will you just kiss me?" he asked, his eyes already closed.

She giggled, leaning in that extra inch and pressing her lips into his.

His tongue came out when he got more impatient, and he forced it into her mouth.

She pulled back with a frown. "Why did you…"

Spike blinked helplessly. "What?"

"You just…" she couldn't even pretend to be pissed at him for taking control. A smile fluttered over her lips. "I'm just fucking with you, Spike."

He let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god. I got… worried. That you were goin' loopy."

She laughed. "I love your tongue in my mouth, Spike. I'd never flip over that."

If it were possible, at her words, Spike grew harder. This girl. She was nothing like Dru. She was a breath of fresh air. She was sunshine. She was fun. She was gorgeous. And for the moment, she was his.

But what the fuck was she playing at?

"Buffy?" he whispered insecurely.

She smiled saucily at him. "Uh huh?"

He breathed in and out and looked down at her, kissing at his left nipple. She licked and sucked at it, turning all her attention right at that spot.

"Um… what… what are you… doing?" he asked. This was new territory for him. Dru never played around when she felt like sex. It was always 'fuck now, affections later' with her.

She swirled her tongue around his nipple, giggling quietly.

"No… no, no… seriously…" his brow furrowed. He honestly didn't know what she was up to.

She sat up, straddling his thighs. She reached up with her injured hand and massaged at her breast, kneading it almost desperately.

Her other hand reached down and dipped in between her thighs where she rubbed at her opening, moaning at the contact. She inserted a finger, riding it slowly, all the while rolling her head backwards and thrusting her chest out.

His eyes widened. What was she doing?

She pushed another finger up inside her, pumping in and out at a fastening pace.

"B-B-Buffy?" he stuttered, swallowing. Holy fuck this was hot.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him, splayed out on the couch. She rode her hand faster when she saw him, gasping and moaning.

"What?" she panted. "What am I doing?"

He began to pant at the very sight of her. His throat dried out quickly. Then she stopped. Her hand came out of her, glistening with her own juices.

She ran the fingers up his chest, creating a newer shining patch. When her fingers found his mouth, he greedily opened it and sucked her fingers into it, circling them with his tongue and savouring the taste.

"You want to know what I'm doing?" she repeated, dipping down and licking up the shining juices she had left on his chest, tasting herself mixed with the salty taste of his skin.

He nodded, still sucking on her fingers.

She pulled them out of his mouth and stuck them into her own, withdrawing them soon after.

"It's called foreplay," she whispered, lowering her head to his right nipple. She nipped and sucked at it, searching for his hand with one of her own and pulling it up to her breast when she found it.

He groaned. Drusilla had never insisted on foreplay. On a lot of things. But never foreplay. It was forign to him. And he was really beginning to like it.

His hand kneaded at the mound that he had been introduced to, just as she had been doing only minutes before.

"Hmmm..." she moaned loudly, grinding at his thighs.

He grinned. He could get into this foreplay business too. He sat up suddenly and moved to her exposed neck, sucking the skin he found.

Her tongue licked his ear, teeth scraping the lobe before biting it softly. She rocked back and forth on his thighs.

"Oh, Spike..." his name floated off her lips. "Make me wet... oh... you make me so... wet..."

Both panting, both shining in a layer of sweat.

Spike smiled hungrily, dipping in and taking her nipple in his mouth. She gasped, clearly not expecting it.

He pulled back to watch her expression, his tongue swirling around the hardened nipple as hers had earlier. She closed her eyes in esctasy.

"Oh, fuck foreplay," she muttered, pushing him back down on the couch and forcing her lips to his, this time, pushing her tongue into his mouth. "Mind if I..." she looked down at his erection and raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled. "Sure, princess."

She smiled happily and wrapped her hand around him, crawling up a little further and guiding him to her entrance.

"Slow?" she asked innocently.

An evil grin crossed over his face. "Then fast."

It was the first time that they had truly communicated before they had sex. The first two times had been rushed. Desperate.

Spike wished so hard that Buffy was going to want this with him. Not just the sex... the passion. The couple that they could be. He only hoped that she did too. Not just that he was someone she could tell Red about.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes when she went to lower herself on his shaft, and he reached up to stop her. She frowned, looking panicked for a moment. Panicked that he didn't want her.

"Look at me, princess," he growled sexily.

She giggled, looking deep into the blue pools that were his eyes as she gracefully lowered her naked body onto his.

"Sexy," she gasped,drowning in the sensation of him filling her so completely.

"Huge," he corrected, eyes still glued to hers. The emotions playing across her face were so rewarding he felt like proposing marriage. Drusilla... never... never was she this perfect.

"Don't think of her..." Buffy whispered, as she slowly began to move. His hands reached up to her hips and moved her in a circular motion. "Just... unh... be with me... know that you're with me..."

She began to move faster on top of him. "Giant," he heard her whisper in his ear when she dipped in to kiss him.

"Oh fuck," he swore, tensing and trying to put off his orgasm.

"Come. Oh please," she begged him, putting her hands on his chest and riding him faster.

"Oh god, Buffy. You're a godess. Sweet... beautiful... fucking perfect..." he groaned, thrusting up twice more.

Buffy screamed her release, his name tumbling off her lips multiple times.

"Fuck! Oh, Spike! Spike!" she moaned, rocking backwards and forwards violently.

Hearing her say his name as she did triggered it. He roared loudly, sitting up so fast that she didn't even register his movement. When she noticed he'd moved, she wrapped her legs around him, still pulsing in and out of him as she rode out her orgasm.

He crushed his lips to hers, tangling both their tongues together before their lips met again. His seed spilled inside her, her own come, coating his cock.

When the tremors of her body finally slowed she slid off him, his and her mingled come dripping from her pussy.

"Oh fuck... we're good," Buffy panted, climbing off the couch on wobbly legs.

"The best, baby," he agreed with the same pant. "How 'bout some breaky then?"

She grinned at him, walking backwards to the kitchen. "Naked?"

He nodded. "And with that delightful drool..."

She giggled. "More foreplay. Makes you hornier... and sexier."

He raised an eyebrow at her before stalking slowly towards the kitchen where she had disappeared.

A/N: Please review! It makes me more eager to write. Opinions are great.