Chapter 4

"Do you want me Slayer?"

Strong arms gripped her own. "Yes," she breathed and was thrust violently against the wall. "Please," she gasped wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her hips against his, feeling his arousal pressing against her,begging to be released.

He crushed his lips to hers and his hands slipped under her top. Buffy moaned as talented hands began to stroke and caress her.

"Spiiiiiike."

Spike?

Buffy sat up in the bed staring at the blond vampire sleeping soundly beside her.

Another dream?

Thanking god that Spike was asleep, Buffy got out of bed and headed to the shower where she proceeded to have a discussion with her brain.

I am not going to get worked up about that dream. It meant nothing. At all. My mind was playing jokes on me because of that amazing – NO! – gross sight I had before I fell asleep.

Then what about that other dream you had? Are you attracted to this evil fiend???

NO! I am sooooo not! I'm just hurt and confused after the whole Angle thing. My mind has been battered around like a ping – pong ball for the last few months as well as my heart! I swear I'm not letting anyone near my heart again.

Buffy stood under the water for a long time, letting its heat scold her flesh, trying to wash away all her unwanted thoughts and feelings. When she was done, she put on yesterdays clothes, grabbed some money, and snuck out the door.

Spike woke up later in the afternoon to find half the bed empty. Slayer must be out shopping for new clothes. Hope she's not using my money. Girls and clothes. I'll never understand them, he thought as he lay back down and glanced at his beloved leather duster which he wore every night. The slayer is a fine-looking little thing; I'm not going to deny that I'm attracted to her. There's a certain thing about slayers and vampires together. A flame. But I think this one is hotter than most.

Spike slowly ran his hand down his body till he reached his already hard cock. He stroked himself lightly and slowly at first, and then letting out a groan, his grip tightened and pace quickened as her remembered the first time he had fought the slayer . . . It was at the school. She was wearing that tight little top and short little skirt and looking absolutely delicious. Spike had wanted to sink his fangs into her soft sweet skin, or screw her brains out – or both. Good times, he thought, forgetting all the trouble she had caused him after that.

His hand was moving faster now and he was close to release. His hips rose off the bed, he pumped harder, in his mind the slayer was straddling him, guiding his cock inside her body, sheathing him in her wonderful heat, almost scorching him … and he was so close . . .

"Spike?" the slayers sweet voice floated through the air and he froze.

The door opened and in walked Buffy, arms full of shopping bags. She was in an unusually good mood. "Oh! You're still in bed? Did I wake you up?" She chirped as she wandered into the next room to set her bags down.

That's when spike noticed that spike jr. was standing to attention and clearly visible through the thin cream sheets he was under. Bloody hell, better hide that!, and he quickly rolled over to his stomach.

"So I didn't wake you?" Buffy asked as she came bounding back into the room. She seemed pretty clueless. It took a few minutes for Spike to control himself. "Uh no. I mean yes. Yes, and I think I'll just go back to sleep now if you have finished making your grand entrance." So please leave me alone, he silently added.

"Oh that's cool." She said, ignoring the sarcasm. "I'm feeling pretty bummed out too. I think I might catch a few quality Zs myself."

Oh no, he thought and then made the mistake of turning his head and seeing what she was wearing. His cock hardened painfully.

"Look, I brought a cute new night gown!" Buffy squealed. Shopping made her so happy!

It was a deep, dark red, short slinky, satin thing.

"You like?" Buffy asked, forgetting whom she was talking to.

Oh I like. Very much. "It's ok." Spike managed to grunt.

Buffy bounced into the bed and he nearly came on the spot. She wrapped her arms around the pillow, turned her back to him and was asleep in seconds.

Spike lay very still, hoping that his erection might go away. But no, it was here to stay. Rolling his eyes, he slipped out of the bed and headed to the bathroom to finish the job.

A while later Spike came out refreshed and spent a little while lifting through the newspaper Buffy had brought. He stopped when he saw something he was after, then grabbed his duster and was out the door.

When Spike retuned, Buffy was sitting up in the bed glaring. She had another one of those dreams and was starting to feel very strange every time she was around Spike. She was revolted, amazed and scared.

"Spike! Where have you been?" She snapped.

"Good to see you too, Slayer."

"Spike, I've been thinking. This is so very wrong."

"What?"

"You. Me. Vampire. Slayer. Us, working together. It's, its wrong!" And it's giving me dreams – no – nightmares.

Spike opened his mouth to say something but the slayer cut in.

"Spike, I just want you to get this straight. It's wrong. But I have no other choice. I don't trust you and your annoying as hell –."

"Gee thanks slayer."

"Shut up. What I am trying to say is, if you keep out of my way. I'll keep out of yours, If you promise me something. Promise me that you won't kill humans."

"I thought you didn't trust me." Spike smirked.

"If you do I will find out. And I will shove a stake through your chest."

"Hey! No fair. I thought you promised to stay away from my heart!" Spike grew serious. "Besides, I don't want to get staked. I've been drinking pig's blood from the butchers already."

Buffy looked into Spike's crystal blue eyes for a long time. Finally she shrugged. "Good." She lay back down and turned her back to Spike.

There was nothing else to do but sleep. Slipping out of his cloths, Spike got into bed. He looked at the tiny slayer next to him. "I should be killing her right now." He muttered. But he wasn't so sure if he wanted to anymore. That fact troubled him greatly.

Spike jolted awake. A warm body was pressed very close against him. One small hand trailed slowly down his chest, heading further south. "Mmm, nice," the person murmured.

He had closed his eyes and moaned softly as the warm hand caressed him, but when he heard that voice, his eyes snapped open.

"Buffy? …"