Chapter 8

"Spike?" she repeated. Something bad is going to happen any moment.

Spike was so happy she was alive, he just wanted to grab her and kiss her and kiss her all over again. But now wasn't the time.

She was looking at him, fear in her eyes, and when she spoke her voice was filled with urgency. "Spike please, you have to get away from me – something terrible will happen. Your head might explode! Or . . . or you'll grow teeth!"

"Luv, I already have teeth."

She didn't seem to hear him. "Please make it stop. I can't stand it any longer . . . I don't want anything to happen to you Spike!" She squeezed her eyes shut tight, shaking her head from side to side furiously.

Spike sat and watched her. After what seemed like an eternity the slayer opened her eyes and reached out to gently touch his face, looking in disbelief. "You're ok . . ?" She looked down at herself. "I'm ok . . ?" she slowly scanned the room and then all the memories came flooding back. Erimoir, the fight…

"Your back now luv. Erimoir is dead. Everything's going to be ok." Spike said softly. But she was staring up at the ceiling now her breathing loud and uneven.

Spike slipped his hand through hers lacing their fingers together and such a tender gesture from Spike seemed to calm Buffy down.

He looked into her tear filled eyes. "Luv, tell me what happened."

"I . . . I was fighting him. The demon. He was so strong . . . I couldn't even hurt him. Then he had me and I couldn't look away, it was like he could control every part of me, and I looked into his eye and I saw . . . I saw something terrifying, I can't remember. . . but I know it was so incredibly, unbelievably, horrible that it paralysed me. I could see . . . oh god don't make me remember! . . . then the burning started, more painful than a fire could be . . . and I think I was trapped between worlds. The demon, Erimoir was making my death slow . . . so it could be much more painful for me. And then there was darkness. And then there were . . . . . . . . . ."

Spike squeezed her hand softly. "What luv?"

"Flowers. Lot of them. Everywhere."

Buffy explained everything to him and the more detail she went into the more it just seemed like a bad dream. Spike sat patiently listening to her the whole time, simply allowing her to get every thing out.

It horrified him, what she had to go through, and he thought of all the ways he would torture Angel when they returned to Sunnydale.

When Buffy finished speaking, she looked over at Spike. But he didn't say anything. Instead her got up and went into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a bowl filled with warm water and a soft cloth.

She had many cuts and bruises from the fight with Erimoir, and her arms were fractured. Her slayer healing powered would have her healed in a couple of days, but he knew that the wounds inside would take longer.

He didn't say anything until he had cleaned all the blood and wounds and bandaged up her arms.

"Rest now luv. Tomorrow we can talk more." He slid into the bed with her and she reluctantly closed her eyes.

Spike awoke to the Slayer clawing at him and screaming wildly. It scared him to see her this way. Grabbing her, taking care not to hurt her wounds, he held her down. "It's only a nightmare luv, it's only a nightmare."

Her eyes snapped open and she began crying. "What's wrong with me?!" She screamed.

"Buffy! Luv, listen to me." Spike demanded.

Hearing him use her real name made her quiet down and listen at once.

"Buffy there is nothing wrong with you", his voice was hoarse with emotion, he needed to get the message through. "Don't blame yourself. What happened, happened and you can't erase it from your memory. But you're strong. I know you can make it. Yes, you will probably have nightmares for a while, but that's just your minds way of dealing with what you experienced, the sooner you accept that, the faster you will be able to move on."

Buffy stared up at him in awe. It actually made sense what he was saying. "Thank you Spike," she sobbed and surprised him by kissing him gently on the lips.

A few days passed and Buffy spent most of the time sleeping, waking up from nightmares often, but each time she seemed to be dealing with it better. Spike stayed by her side throughout. Most of her wounds healed, and thanks to her slayer healing, so did her fractured arms.

The next night Spike insisted that she get some fresh air, so the two of them went outside and just walked through the streets for a while. Spike's hand brushed Buffy's lightly a few time sending shivers through her. She was all too aware of how close they were walking together and she slipped her small hand into his. He squeezed it gently and gave her a small, almost shy smile.

"You want to get a cup of coffee or something pet?"

She nodded in agreement and they were soon seated side by side in a little coffee shop. Spike watched Buffy closely as she sipped her coffee.

"How are you feeling Buffy?" he asked.

"I'm feeling better. Spike. . .I… I forgot to thank you . For saving me. You saved my life."

Spike was shaking his head. "Buffy! You don't need to thank me at all. I shouldn't have left –."

"Spike. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here." She held up her hand when he tried to speak. "And Spike? If you weren't here, I wouldn't be coping so well. Thank you."

Spike pulled her close and whispered in her ear huskily "I don't know what you have done to me slayer, but I don't want to kill you anymore." His voice dropped an octave. "I want to make love to you."

Buffy gasped, feeling her body reacting instantly to his words. She realized how much her body had been craving him over the past few days, how much she needed him, and she was through denying it. Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike's neck and kissed him hungrily. He responded with feeling, slipping his cool tongue into her hot mouth sending shivers down her spine. Buffy pulled away breathlessly. "Spike, lets get out of here!"

The look in his eyes told her he agreed full heartedly.

"Hey Spike, I bet I can get back to the motel before you!" Buffy challenged with a grin.

Spike cocked an eyebrow "Oh yeah?"

They soon found themselves dashing through the streets back to their room, both trying to outrun each other.

Some of the time Buffy found herself in the lead, other times Spike was winning. But most of the time they ran side by side. Because that's what Spike is, Buffy realized. He's my equal, my perfect match.

By the time they arrived back, they were both panting and incredibly horny. Spike grabbed Buffy and she giggled as he spun her around in his arms, before gently laying her on the bed and leaning over her. Their eyes meet and the mood grew serious once more.

A million thoughts were going through Buffy's head. She remembered what happened with Angel . . . all those painful memories. But Spike was different, she knew. She didn't know if he loved her, but maybe it was safer that way and she knew they were both very attracted to each other. Why fight it? Buffy looked up into his eyes and said quietly, "Spike, I'm scared."

He knew exactly what she meant. Spike had heard all about Angel and he hated everything that had happened to the poor slayer. He wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her, make everything ok. But he knew that she was also scared because this would be a big step. There would be no more turning back after this, no denying their feelings.

"Don't feel scared luv." He caressed her cheek softly. "I'll make you feel so good."

"Show me," She said.

Spike leaned down and kissed her softly and sweetly at first, slowly becoming harder, more passionate as they became lost in each other.

He broke away to start unbuttoning her top, pleased to find she wasn't wearing a bra and with out hesitation, brought his mouth to one already taunt nipple, tugging on it gently with his teeth and using his tongue to swirl around it as his free hand cupped her other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers.

Buffy threw her head back against the bed, eyes wide open, looking up at the ceiling but not really seeing it. "Oh Spike! . . ." What was he doing to her? It felt so good.

Spike looked up and watched the emotions play over her face as he slid his hand ever so slowly, down her stomach, past her bellybutton and to the waistband of her jeans where his other hand joined it. He gently slipped the jeans over her legs removing her panties at the same time.

He kept his gaze on her face, stroking the moist folds at the entrance to her sex gently. The smell of her arousal was thick around him, his cock was throbbing painfully against his jeans, but he wanted to make this last. He slipped a finger inside her, and then another, moving them slowly in and out, curling them slightly and using his thumb to massage her clit, all the while watching as she cried out in pleasure.

Buffy had never felt anything like this before, why hadn't Angel ever done this to her? The pleasure was unbelievable, the things he was doing . . . it was heaven and she wanted to feel this way forever.

Buffy lost all coherent thought when Spike replaced his fingers with his tongue, and it wasn't long before she screamed in ecstasy as she climaxed, her hips bucking off the bed and her body shaking uncontrollably.

When she calmed down, she found two desire filled blue eyes looking at her intensely. Buffy couldn't help thinking about that time she had thought she had an orgasm with Angel . . . that was NOTHING compared to what Spike had just given her, and all he had used was his hands and tongue. She couldn't wait to feel him inside her.

"Your so beautiful, Buffy," Spike murmured bringing his lips to hers once more. The way he said her name made Buffy feel as if it were only for him to call her, and as if she was truly amazing. Her heart swelled.

"Spike, you are wearing way too much."

He chuckled, stepping back and quickly slipping out of his clothes.

Buffy suddenly found it very hard to breathe as she let her eyes roam over his body, getting a chance to really look at him for once. Oh my god, so this is his evil plan? Kill Buffy by removing his clothes and blinding me with his hotness!

Every single inch of his body was perfect. His smooth marble skin covered strong, perfectly sculptured muscles and as her eyes travelled down, taking in more of this lovely sight and . . . Oh my god! Wow. That's never going to fit!

Spike moved towards her with predatory grace and took her in his arms, kissing a slow, wet trail from behind her ear, down her neck over her collar bone and then, teasingly, back up. Her hands roamed over his back, and down his arms feeling the strong muscles ripple under her touch. Her hands explored his chest, fingers brushing over his nipples.

"Buffy!" Spike gasped at the sensation.

She couldn't think properly, couldn't breath properly, could barely talk. She was drowning, drowning. All she knew was she needed . . .

"Spike! I need . . ." her voice faded.

"What do you need Buffy?" he asked her, equally breathless. She tried to reply but couldn't. Spike positioned his rock hard cock at her entrance, rubbing it teasingly there.

"This?"

"Yes!" her eyes widened. "Please Spike, please." She begged. Unable to wait any longer, he plunged deep inside her.

It was bliss. God she was tight. Spike thought, so tight and hot, he could feel her strong slayer muscles squeezing him, almost making him come on the spot. He forced himself to lie still for a moment, trying to control himself, and allowing her to adjust to his size.

Her eyes rolled back slightly, the feel of his cold shaft deep inside her own heat too amazing for words.

"I'm not hurting you am I luv?" Spike asked with concern.

She shook her head and slowly, almost shyly raised her hips to meet his. Spike took the hint and moved back, his cock slipping almost all the way out of her and then plunging back in.

He whispered encouragement in her ears, driving her crazy with his words alone. Buffy moaned and moved her hips in rhythm with him, loving how he told her how beautiful she was, how good she felt, how special she is.

It had been a long time since Spike had been inside a living person. He had forgotten how good it was, and a thousands times better with the slayer. The feel of her hot inner walls squeezing him tightly as he thrust in and out of her sent waves of sensations throughout his body, making him feel truly alive. The smell of her arousal and her blood pumping through her veins filled the air thickly.

It was all too much.

Spike looked down at the amazing girl he was making love to; her head was thrown back in ecstasy, long perfect neck exposed to him. He couldn't keep it down anymore, could not control his demon.

With a loud snarl he vamped out and began to pump into her ferociously almost violently, unable to control himself. His demon wanted to claim Buffy as his, but he knew that was out of the question. He couldn't let her see him vamped out, it would scare her, disgust her, remind her that she was having sex with a soulless demon.

Buffy was right on the edge of her release. She was so close . . . but then she noticed Spike trying to hide his vampire face from her.

"Spike." It was so difficult to speak, but she wanted him to know that while she hated demons in general, Spike was different and she found every part of him beautiful.

"Look at me Spike. Please."

He kept his face turned away.

"Spike – I'm- so – close. Please, I want to see you." Her breathing speed up and with her last bit of strength she demanded, "LOOK AT ME!"

Spike snapped his face to her and their eyes locked. Then the explosion began.

"Spiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!" Buffy screamed.

"Buffy!" he bellowed as her climax caused his own. He shot his cool seed deep inside her, his eyes rolling back, both of them seeing bright colours.

As they calmed down from their high, blue eyes meet green and they both realized something. They were in love, hopelessly in love. But neither vampire nor slayer admitted it to each other.

Spike collapsed on top of Buffy and she sighed happily, stroking the back of his head and neck. He started to move off her, afraid he might be crushing her, but she stopped him, wrapping her arms around him keeping him pressed tightly against her for just a moment longer. She loved the feel of his weight against her pushing her down into the bed, his body touching every part of hers.

"Why didn't we ever do that before?" Buffy said in wonder.

Spike smiled. "I've wanted you from the first moment I laid eyes on you, my sweet slayer."

They lay in silence, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies.

Finally Spike moved off her and she whimpered as she felt him withdraw. He moved to her side and quickly scooped her body against his own as close as possible. Buffy grabbed one of his arms and brought it around, hugging it to her breasts.

"Your amazing Spike" she told him.

"No your amazing Buffy."

And they drifted off to sleep.