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I think that there might be some Adult Content involved in this chapter.

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She was melting. Inside to out. Her panties were soaked and she felt like jumping him on the spot. Every second he spoke... god. She would do anything for him if he promised to never stop.

"an' then you throw the cheese in, 'cause cheese always, always goes on top. I can't stress that enough... Buffy... you listenin'?" he asked, turning to her.

She sighed happily and opened her eyes, smiling at him softly. "Maybe..."

"Who are you thinkin' of?" he asked quietly, eyes travelling slowly from her to the salad in front of him, where he began to pick up cubes of cheese and put them in the bowl.

She tilted her head and scanned him slowly. His shoulders kind of hunched over when he was upset. And he got this delicious sad look on his face, in his eyes. She wondered why he was so insecure. He was so... wonderful.

He was nice, he could cook, and when he liked you, oh, he showed it.

His eyes were cleared up from earlier, when they had gone in the pool. Now they were that miraculous blue.

He finished with the cheese and risked a glance in her direction. She smiled softly, licking her bottom lip before innocently pulling it into her mouth and biting down on it. He blinked at her, questions filling his eyes, from what she presumed was of his earlier question.

She picked up the salad, and placed it in the fridge, taking his hand in hers and walking slowly up the stairs towards his room, which they entered. She shut and locked the door before padding towards his bed and pulling her dress off.

Her bikini was once again revealed to him, even though they had gone back to her place earlier that day to retrieve some clothes.

She lay back on the bed and raised her arms above her body.

"What's your favourite part of my body?" she whispered closing her eyes, pointing her toes and waiting.

She didn't hear him move, but his forefinger trailed from the tip of her big toe, up her calf, and her thigh, up her stomach, over the light swell of her breast to her shoulder, where he traced under her smooth underarms, and upwards, to the palm of her hand, repeating the journey back down her other side.

One of his knees rested softly on the bed, forcing it down a little with his weight as he leaned towards her lips with his, brushing them lightly, before whispering them over her face.

She arched towards him, trying to maintain contact when he pulled away. Her eyes slowly opened, sparkling at him.

She reached up and traced his cheekbone softly with one finger. "You..." she took a deep breath. "I'm always thinking about you."

As though there were magic in the air, and one of those beautiful songs where the climax comes as soon as the moment hits, they kissed. The atmosphere in the room slowly changed from insecure, to loving.

She pulled him on top of her, never breaking their kiss. He leaned down slowly, settling down on his arms and running his fingers through her hair. With a moan, she cupped his cheeks and pulled away, gazing deeply into his eyes.

For a moment, they simply lay together like that, searching the other's eyes for more signs than they could truly say in words.

A whisper escaped his lips, but she didn't hear what he said. She lost herself then, pulling him towards her again for another kiss, where she knew that tonight was going to be more special than any other she had known.

He leant down closely to her ear and whispered softly, "If you don't ask me to stop right now, this is going to go further than kissing."

She knew that she wasn't perfect. She had all the little flaws that people hate about themselves. Small ears, a wonky sort of smile, A-cup breasts... but he made her feel as though she was beautiful.

"You make me want to right poetry, Buffy," he whispered, "you make me want to rhyme about your eyes, your smile, and your gleaming... effulgence. Stop me now, because I'm going to take you."

She softened and turned her head to meet his eyes. "I'm yours, William. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm living and dying at the same time. I feel like I'm perfect. You make me perfect."

"You are perfect," he smiled, brushing a kiss over the healing cut on her cheek. Without words, he slid down her body, worshipping her with soft kisses to as many places as he could. When he reached her swimsuit, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband, and allowed one final question to fill his eyes as he looked up to her.

Whenever Buffy had thought of a man looking at naked her, she had cringed. Who would want that part of her if she didn't? She had read romance novels, and the way a man admired a woman's body in a way only one who truly loved her could. But she had only dreamed that someone would feel that way towards her.

As Spike slid her swimsuit bottoms down her thighs, she squeezed them together tightly, suddenly regretting this decision. He would surely see her and be repulsed. He would screw up his face, and realise that yes, she was disgusting, and no, he did not want to be with her.

Still without words, he looked up to her, watching the arguement behind her eyes. As though he understood, he placed a kiss to each of her thighs, and stayed perfectly still, inhaling the sweet scent she produced for him.

She closed her eyes, and relaxed a little, feeling her bikini bottoms slid off her and thrown to the floor. Slowly, he parted her thighs, and gazed at her.

She opened her eyes when she didn't feel him retract. When she looked down her body to him, he was simply admiring her, in the rawest form.

"I'm..."

"So perfect..." he mumbled, crawling back up her body to meet her lips once again, slipping his tongue inside her mouth to caress hers.

She felt everything. Beautiful, happy, on top of the damn world. She wanted to tell him, but there weren't enough words in the world to explain -

"I love you," she whispered when he moved away to press his lips to her collarbone, her heart pounding against her chest, afraid of what he would say.

He paused and slowly raised his eyes to hers.

Somehow, he knew that she didn't say that alot. He knew, by simply looking at her, that she hadn't said it before to anyone that she loved more than family. And he knew she wasn't lying.

His heart began beatting faster at her words, at the way they were said, and how they rolled off her lips as though she were an angel. He felt the way a person feels when they are bathed in sunshine, warm light radiating from his entire being.

"I love you," he said, with complete certaintly.

With that moment Buffy knew he was the one. What ever the one was, he was it. She inhaled softly, shivers spreading down her body. She slid her fingers under his shirt and upwards, pulling it off over his head when he raised his arms.

She undid the clasp on the back of her top and let the swimsuit come loose. His pants were gone when she saw him next, in all his naked glory. A small smile floated over her face as she ran her fingers over his chest, and through his hair once more.

She parted her thighs and gave him a tiny nod. He kissed her softly and nudged at her entrance with his already hard cock. Squinting her eyes shut, she prepared herself. She hadn't read anything about what this was like. How painful it would be, or how nervous it would make her.

He kissed each of her eye lids, and slowly she opened them. He hypnotised her with his own, gazing past her barriers and into her soul, however sappy it sounded.

As he pushed inside her, his mouth met hers in another hungry kiss, distracting her from the pain. She gasped as he pushed past her more physical barriers, biting onto his lip and causing him to groan. He stilled, and so did she, slowly pulling her mouth from his as to not draw blood.

Pushing her head back into the pillow, she felt him fill her completely, and she waited a moment until her body began to welcome the intrusion.

"Mmmm..." she hummed, smashing her lips against his and urging him to move. Slowly, he began rhythmic thrusts, slow and passionate.

Their pants began to fill the room, a layer of sweat covering each person's body. Their tongues tangled once again, before they began desperately kissing whatever they could find on the others body.

Spike's arms stayed at either side of her body, so he hovered above her, and with every thrust, brushing slightly against her breasts driving her to insanity. His lips caressed each nipple, tongue swirling and paying special attention to both.

She kissed each part of him as though it were her favourite. His shoulder blade, his earlobe, his chin. Every where she could reach of him, was marked by her.

She didn't think this was how it would be. Love. She didn't really believe much in it, reallly, after her parents' divorce. How could someone love another enough to be with them forever? But again, and again, Spike proved her wrong, through little affectionate acts, and words.

He nuzzled her cheek with his nose, eyes closed as though he wanted to remember this sensation forever. She sighed happily, ignoring the heat consuming her in hope that she could hang on to this beautiful moment for just a little longer before it ended.

She didn't panic about contraception, or diseases, or any sort of pills, that could wait till later.

Spike began to thrust a little faster, slowing when he realised what he was doing. He smiled sheepishly at her, sweeping down for another kiss. She grinned against him, and stroked up and down his sides.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered, and her body began to tingle, and burn.

Spike made a sound, which could have been compared to the whimper of a child being given the toy they'd wanted forever. A soundless, single laugh, without humor, where your heart stops for a moment, trying to believe what happened truly did happen.

She kissed his cheek softly, before she exploded, gasping, screaming silently. Her insides clenched mercilessly, as she realised he was stroking her clit slowly to tempt a reaction, which yes, he did get.

She watched as he squinted his eyes shut and exploded with in her, meeting her lips furiously as they both enjoyed the same high. Coming down together, they panted, chests heaving, their combined come leaking from between her legs as he slowly withdrew from her.

"I love you too," he mumbled, pulling her close, "I love you, Buffy."

She closed her eyes and rest her forehead against his sticky chest, allowing her body to cool down.

"Can't we stay here forever," she murmured, knowing he wouldn't hear what she said.

"We will. Mentally," he said, chest vibrating against her as he spoke.

She smiled and looked up to meet his gaze. "You know I'm always thinking about you? Every time I dream, everytime my mind wanders. I can't stop. I don't want to."

He nodded his agreement.

"Buffy, Will, you comin' out soon? I think your alone time is up..." Alex said softly, knocking against the door, "'Sides, I wanna talk to Buffy about... something."

Biting her lip, Buffy sat up, pulling a blanket from the end of the bed around her. He growled and pulled it down, admiring her body. Blushing, she walked over to her swimsuit bottoms and pulled them on, smiling softly as she glanced up to him.

There was an unfamiliar tenderness between her legs, which made her want to sit down for a week, but instead, she walked to her top and pulled it on, before slipping into her dress, and twirling for him, indicating the zip, which she wanted done up.

He rolled off the bed and lay on the ground, looking up at her, unconcerned with his own nudity.

She settled down on her knees, and pressed her lips to his sweetly, her blonde hair curtaining their faces. She pulled away after a moment, and pressed her forehead against his. Once, in her old school, with one of her old boyfriends, he'd pressed his forehead against hers in attempt to be romantic, and it had only succeeded in making her focus on his nose, forcing her to go cross-eyed.

Now, she looked silently into Spike's blue eyes and thought about kissing him again.

"Up, up, up," she demanded, forcing herself away from him and holding out a hand to haul him up.

Once dressed, he strutted over to her and said proudly, "I'm a big boy now, Summers."

She slapped him lightly on the shoulder, "Don't you go thinking I do that with everyone I fall for."

A confused expression spread over to his face, slowly turning to wounded.

"Spike?" she realised what she said, "you're the only person I've ever fallen for."

Peering up at her, like an insecure child, he whispered, "really?"

She nodded, "yes."

Taking his hand she led him to the door, eyes suddenly going wide, "I need a... pill. Or something. I don't know... so I don't-"

"Come with me, I'm sure ma has something. Don't ask about it, I don't want to explain..." he chuckled, shuddering at the thought of his mother having to use any sort of contraceptive pill at all.

After she took her pills, she followed him downstairs, holding his hand, to Alex, where they sat at the dining table and Spike kissed her palm before biting his lip and letting his hand slip for hers as he began to prepare dinner.

"Buffy..." Alex whispered, making sure Spike couldn't hear what he was saying, even though he kept turning back from the pot he was stirring to smile knowingly at Buffy, as though he and her had both shared the most beautiful moment in the world - which they had.

"Yeah?" she asked, with equal silence, half distracted by Spike.

"I know you probably think this is a stupid question. Stupid story, stupid bloody bollocks. Never mind."

"No, no, come on. Tell me, I'll see if I can help," She urged, turning her attention completely to Alex.

"I'm in a band, right..." he began slowly, glancing at Spike then back to Buffy, "I don't do vocals... but I play a mean lead guitar. We're called 'Monster'. I don't remember why..."

Buffy smiled softly, moving in her chair to get comfortable. She'd have to listen to them play sometime.

"Anyway, the person who actually does vocals - Viper - is who this is... about," he took a deep breath and continued. "Viper's a girl... But... she's... I really like her. She's got this... blonde hair, with these... bloody red streaky bits all through it."

Buffy chuckled.

Alex laughed a little at his own description before continuing, "She has these eyes... they're almost a cross between colours. Blue and green. One day they'll look more green than blue, the other the opposite. I don't understand why I notice her so soddin' much."

With a small voice, Buffy mumbled to him, "Maybe you should ask her out..."

"What? Are you bleedin' crazy? She's my best mate! You can't ask someone out that's that close," he sighed. "She called me before. Said she had a date she wanted to get ready for. One of her old friends is coming to visit Sunnydale or somethin'."

"You mean a date with a guy, or a date... with a girl?" Buffy asked, confused.

Alex laughed. "A date between friends. The girl was her best friend before Viper moved away. She'd come here about a year ago, really angry at her mum for makin' her leave her soddin' home."

Buffy nodded, "Yeah, I get that."

"It doesn't matter much, anyway. I mean, as long as I can tell someone, huh?" he smiled at Buffy, shrugging a bit.

A knock at the door startled them both and each heard Natalie running down the stairs to answer it.

"Don't worry, I'll consult you if I ever want to push it further," he assured her, pushing out his chair to go see who was at the door.

Moments later, a call of "Buffy!" was heard. Spike followed her to the door, where Buffy's eyes widened to the size of golf balls.

A tall dark haired girl stood at the door, holding a large duffel bag on one shoulder, her other in a sling. One of her cheeks was blackened as though she'd been hit across the face, and thick eyeliner covered her eyes. A bored expression covered her face as everyone examined her.

Buffy raked her eyes up the girl's legs to her tiny mini skirt, which revealed tonnes of cuts and bruises up her long legs, to her midsection, and further up to her small halter which showed a large bruise on her collarbone. Her hair fell down her back and she raised an eyebrow.

"Yo Buff. Where do I park?" she asked, looking at her as though she expected an answer.

Buffy's mouth dropped open. "...Dawnie?"

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A/N: End of chapter, I'm sure that was long enough for you all. Thank you so much for your reviews, they were very appreciated.