Spike held Buffy tightly, placing a gentle kiss on her hair, not loosening his grasp on her until he was sure her sobs had subsided. She was clutched to him, finding comfort wrapped in his arms, inhaling his scent as she rested her head in the hollow of his neck. And though Spike could feel her calming, he felt his hold on her tighten protectively. He felt his eyes close in content. This was how they were meant to be.

Body shuddering as her last tears fell, Buffy moved herself so that her legs crossed his and she could hold him closer to herself. She raised her eyes to meet his, taken aback at the tender yet raging passion which lit up his sky-blue eyes. Every fiber of her being shouted 'Closer!' so she pressed her cheek to him, trying to touch as much of him as possible to convince herself that he was truly with her, in her bed, holding her. But they still weren't close enough. Their gaze still strong, Buffy felt her breathes grow labored and her lips part. Her eyelids fluttering as the connection broke and his line of sight flickered downwards.

From the moment Spike had let his eyes stray from hers he realised his mistake. It dawned on him how much harder he had made it for himself to resist her. He'd just blundered back into her life and she's been hurt. He wouldn't push her for anything. Not until she was ready. He'd wait, no matter how tantalizingly exquisite she looked there resting against his chest. He'd wait.

Betraying the orders of her mind, she registered her tongue quickly dart out to moisten her lips. Reason told her that things were still far too unclear for such impulsive intimacy, that it wouldn't be right. She fought within herself not to glance down at his own perfect lips. She knew once she did, nothing would be able to stop her from reaching out and having her ravishing way with him. In the end, she chose to speak, although she knew not the words she would say.

'Spike?'

'Buffy?'

'Do you still love me?'

'So much, with all of my unbeating heart, luv.'

At this she gave a gentle smile, but she felt it quickly fade and a nervousness settle in the pit of her stomach. She knew what she wanted.

'Will you…'

She broke off. How would she say it? She bit her bottom lip, deep in thought. They had to be the right words. Spike lifted her chin up to fully study her delicate features.

'What, pet? I'll do anything.'

'Show me,' her voice soft and husky.

Spike blinked, taken aback in pleasant surprise; and without a word bent down to capture her lips in a soul-wrenching kiss. The two blondes inhaled each other at the sudden sensation, his hand on the small of her back bringing them closer. As their tongues brushed lightly, he pulled away.

'You're hurt, sweetheart. Are you sure?'

He placed a strong, comforting hand over the bandage.

'It's already healing. I can feel it. Spike, please…'

She let out a breathy gasp as she felt his hand journey down between her upper thighs and went to claim his lips. She pushed his red shirt from his shoulders and pulled at his belt buckle while he helped her gently out of her own clothes, always mindful of her wound. Laying her down properly on the bed, he placed kisses on her chin and jaw line, working his way down to her neck then collarbones. He ran ghostly touches under her breasts before softly kissing one just shy of the peak, gently scraping his teeth across the flawless skin before swiping his tongue across to sooth the sting. He kept working his way down her body. She was his shrine and he intended to worship his fill.

Buffy grabbed at his shoulders as the stabs of pleasure washed through her. She felt the ripples of the muscles in his back as he loved her body. Her legs wrapped around him, tensing in bliss. But feeling his fingers brush against her seeping entrance preparing for what would surely bring her to the most intense release, she gripped his bicep stopping him.

'No, Spike. We can…later. But now, I jus—I just...need you.'

Placing a kiss in the centre of her upper chest he positioned himself at her entrance. He never thought in a million years, he'd be here again with Buffy wanting him, needing him. Her eyes wide with love and desire for him. What a life he had led, but this was where he'd always meant to be. What had he done to deserve this?

'I love you, Buffy. Never forget.'

Feeling tears threatening to well up she pulled him down to her, bringing their lips together in a fiery kiss as he pushed into her. Breaking away she cried out with a mix of pain and pleasure, it'd been so long she'd forgotten the feeling of completeness he gave her. Rasping and struggling for unneeded breathes, Spike started, afraid he'd been too rough as he looked down at her in amazement and gasped at the sensation of the tightness of her wet heat.

'Sorry, luv. God, you're s—so tight. Never felt…When was the last time you-'

Buffy whimpered her walls spasming and clamping around his member in recognition as she struggled to speak.

'Y-you. I ju-ugh.. couldn't.'

At this, Spike felt his hips surge forward, seeming to move of their own accord to bury himself as deep in her depths as possible. A deep growl rumbling at the back of his throat.

Lost to the lust overwhelming her, she rasped,

'I couldn't…ughh. Sp-Spike, I've missed you. So much.'

Clutching her to his chest with her legs wrapped tightly around him, he rolled onto his back and sat up, fixing their position. Buffy gasped at the sudden change of angle and felt him sink closer, deeper inside, her clit pressed against his pelvis creating shockwaves of pleasure. With one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, she stroked the hair at the base of his neck, the other clutched at his shoulder. Her breaths coming out in uneven beats, Spike kept a firm grip on her hip whilst the other ran calming strokes down her spine. Bringing her head up from where it was buried in the crook of his neck, she moved her forehead so that it touched gently against his. Eyes shut; the two blondes let the feel of her pulsing heat overtake them.

Breathing in the familiar scent of her skin, he let out a low groan when she began a slow grind, unable to take the growing need for pressure. Her breathy mewls and gasps of his name, causing him to flip them back over. Stretching out his arms above her, he savoured the feel of her depths slowly enveloping him. Dipping his head down, he placed wet kisses to her shoulder occasionally nipping at the succulent skin. The vibrations from his moans against her skin causing her to shudder and grab at his shoulders and arms.

Their rhythm grew more desperate, her pants becoming pleasured moans with each of his fervent thrusts. She arched her back and renewed her leg's grip around him as Spike laved kisses along her jugular. Then with one hand at her lower back and grabbing handfuls of the bed sheets around her, he draw her pliant body closer as he continued his thrusts and placed butterfly kisses in the valley between her breasts.

'Stay with me Spike.'

'Buffy, god. I'll always stay.'

'Mm-ugh! Promise me.'

'Promise, babe. Christ, promise.'

'S-spike…oh yes! Ohh I'm gonna—Mm Spike…'

Feeling the pull of her climax, her mind battled with the sensations coursing through her body, and biting her lip nervously she gasped, 'I- I love you! Ooh God! William!'

Her inner walls clamped down almost painfully, fluttering around him as she rode out her pleasure. But there is was. She had said it. Her cry of his birth name had caught him completely off guard and he could feel himself falling.

'Ngh! Buff—Buffy!'

With that Spike pressed his lips against Buffy's in a fiery kiss, simultaneously letting out a sob and a passionate groan as he spilled his climax into her precious depths. She strengthened her grip around his neck, holding him as close as possible while he spilt his release. But Spike was determined to prolong this moment of perfection, and continued plunging into her depths, tensing his jaw as he felt her walls clench and spasm uncontrollably around him.

'One more time, baby. Come for me again, please! God, I love you!'

'Spike! Uh! I c-can't…too much. It's too mu- ughhh!'

Eyes wide, drinking in the sight of Buffy midst the throes of pleasure, he kept thrusting and grinding wanting her to keep coming for him until he felt a greater pinnacle of ecstasy overtake him. Smiling with pure contentment, Buffy cradled his handsome face continuing to milk him until she was sure he'd finished.

Bringing her with him, he rolled onto his side. He grasped her thigh and pulled her as close as physically possible determined never to leave her sanctuary. Buffy looked at him with an expression of amazement, raising a hand to brush away a single tear which had spilt from the rim of his eye as he gasped his love in his final climax. With a soft smile which conveyed only love, she tenderly stroked his cheekbone before placing a kiss on his forehead, inwardly claiming him as forever hers. Closing his eyes, he shuddered as she held him tight. He felt loved and adored like never before. She cherished him. And he, her.

End ~

A/N : Thanks so much to all of you who've followed this story! Hope you've enjoyed it :)