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Chapter 5 Home again

Buffy was relieved to find that if Dru had come to to town, she hadn't attacked any of her friends, and after a short awkwardness that was all made better by a zombie attack she was happy to be home. If Spike had come to Sunnydale he was laying low, because she didn't see him. At least not while awake. But he had become a regular guest in her dreams. Dreams of the type she had only had of Angel before. She would wake up from the dreams breathless and aching for his touch.

She had been home a week when Giles recommended she stay home and turn in early because she looked so tired. Which was really a welcome relief from the hard training he had been putting her through wheneveer she couldn't find an excuse to be elsewhere. Not that she didn't think she needed it, but she had been hoping to get out of patrolling that night anyway. Happily, her mom wasn't going to be home either. Apparently she had put off any buying trips for the gallery all summer so she would be there if Buffy had come home, and now that she was somewhat sure that Buffy was back to stay, had left for a 3 night trip.

So eleven o'clock rolled around with Buffy sitting anxiously at the edge of her bed. When the phone rang she picked it up on the first ring, but her voice caught as she tried to say hello.

"Who the hell is this and how did you leave an appointment on my phone?" Spike's irritated voice came over the receiver.

"It's me Spike." she said softly.

"Slayer?" the gruffness leaving his voice. "Is that what you were doing with my phone?"

"Yeah, I didn't know if I'd see you before leaving LA and I wanted to thank you. I didn't know how to just leave a message on your phone, but I figured out how to set an appointment."

"Oh."

"Did you find Dru?"

"No, not yet. Did your mum take you back?"

"Yeah, she was happy to see me, you were right."

"Usually am."

"Are you in Sunnydale still?"

"Yeah, I don't think Dru is here, so I'll probably be moving on soon. But I've been keeping my nose clean, in case you were wondering."

"What if she's just taking awhile getting back?"

"I thought you'd be happy to hear I was heading on."

"Not necessarily..." she didn't want it to sound like she was missing him, at least not without knowing he was feeling the same. "I mean, knowing where you are and that you aren't out killing is a bit of a relief."

"Is it now?" he chuckled. He obviously saw through her not-so-clever ruse. "So is that all you wanted, to check up on me?"

"No." she said softly.

"And what else did you want luv?" his voice was teasing, but it was also deeper, huskier.

She bit her lip, god was she really going to ask Spike to do this? "Talking."

"We are talking pet."

"No, talking." she emphasized the last word, that was as close as she could come to telling him what she wanted.

"Where are you Buffy?" his tone was seductive.

"At home, but you can't come here." she panicked.

"Not intending to luv, where in your home?"

"Um, my bedroom."

"Can your mum hear you?"

"No, she's not here."

"Very good, what are you wearing?"

"My pajamas."

"Describe them to me."

"Spike." Her voice telegraphed her reluctance. Listening to Spike talk dirty to her was one thing, she wasn't ready to talk dirty back.

"Need to set the scene luv, know what I have to work with."

"They're not sexy or anything, just like a pair of men's pajamas, a little big for me, the shirt buttons up the front, the pants have a drawstring."

"Perfect. Are you lying on your bed?"

"I'm sitting on it."

"Lie back for me luv."

She stretched out on the bed, but she was stiff, like she was about to undergo a physical exam. "Okay, I'm lying down." she said into the phone.

"Relax Slayer. You can always hang-up."

"Okay." She took a couple of deep breaths.

"Close your eyes." he breathed. "You're trying to sleep, but your body is restless, yearning. Your skin is hot. You feel a cool breeze, you turn and see that your window is open, you're sure you had closed it, but you welcome the cool and leave it. The breeze feels so good, that you unbutton the top button of your pajamas." he paused. "Did you do it?" he asked huskily.

"No, I just want to listen."

"Doesn't work that way pet. No fun for me if you don't play along. Less fun for you too"

"Spike..."

"Sorry pet, your choice."

"But..." she stammered.

"Night Slayer." he hung up the phone.

She slammed down the phone in disbelief. He didn't really expect her to do things to herself just because he told her to, did he? But he was right, her skin was hot and she was restless. She got up and paced, finally opening the window to clear her mind. The breeze was cool. Was nature on his side? She threw herself down on the bed. Closing her eyes she tried to go to sleep, but it wouldn't come. She stared at the phone. Finally picking it up and using the last call return feature.

She had expected him to pick it up on the first ring, but he didn't. She almost hung up but she heard him answer just as she was lowering the phone.

"Hello." his voice taunting.

"There's a cool breeze." she said.

"And the button?"

"It's undone, I spread the collar to feel the air."

"How does it feel?"

"Good but I'm still hot."

"You undo the next button and the next, each time spreading the opening to expose more skin to the breeze."

"I'm out of buttons. My shirt is open, falling to either side of my stomach, but I keep my breasts covered. Someone might see."

"The cold air tickles across your stomach, cooling the skin, but adding to the heat inside. A wisp of air slips under the material still covering you, blowing against your flesh like your lover's breath."

"mmm"

He chuckled softly. "The wind blows a lock of your hair across your face, you reach up to brush it away, but other fingers brush it away first. Your eyes open in surprise, you see..."

"Spike." She whispered her eyes opening.

"Yeah baby it's me." he whispered over the phone, he sounded surprised but pleased. "I tuck the bit of hair back behind your ear, my fingers tracing it. Despite the heat you break out in goosebumps."

She gasped imagining his fingers outlining the shell of her ear again

"I focus on your lips, your mouth parted, waiting for me." she licked her lips in anticipation. "I sit on the bed and lean over you. My hand next to your head so my thumb can brush along your neck. I can feel your pulse Slayer, it's beating faster, singing to me. Can you feel it? There on your throat where I tasted you."

Unbidden her hand was on her neck, feeling along her pulse point. Her heart was racing. "I feel it." her voice a throaty whisper.

"My lips lower to yours, hungry, wanting. My tongue pushes past your lips, do you let me in?"

"Yes, god yes. My hand goes to the back of your head, holding your mouth to mine."

"I still feel that kiss Slayer, do you?"

"Every minute."

"Your hand is my hand, do what I tell you I'm doing."

She hesitated, she was afraid of the passion he had lit in her, her body was already on fire. But she didn't want it to stop.

"Slayer?" He realized he would have to check himself a little. Since she couldn't even bring herself to use the term "wedding tackle", she would probably be uncomfortable with crude names for certain body parts, and he needed her to be comfortable.

"O...okay." she conceded.

"That's my girl." he purred. "I run my hand down your neck, but keep going lower. I push aside the cloth and cover your breast." He paused, "Is your hand there?"

She swallowed, "It is."

"Good, I squeeze lightly, feeling the swell of your perfect breast in my hand. I trace the nipple with one finger, drawing it out to a hard point. Is it hard?"

"So hard it aches."

"I know what you mean." he mumbled, then continued more clearly. "I pinch that pink bud, not too hard, just till the pinch overpowers the ache." her sharp intake of breath told him she had done what she was told. "Again, a little harder. I break off the kiss, I can tell how breathless you are. You're panting before me. I kiss down your neck, my teeth scraping your skin. Do you want me to bite you again?"

"I shouldn't..." she began.

"Not what I asked, do you want me to bite you again?"

"Yes."

He chuckled "But I don't do it. I keep going until my lips replace my hand. I take your nipple into my mouth, my tongue circling it. Then I suck it hard, as if I were drawing blood from it. Can you feel it?"

"I can, it feels so good."

"But my hand needs a new place to play. It inches down your taut little stomach, and stops at your pajamas. I find the drawstring and untie it, then slide inside. My fingers go lower, not entering you yet, but lightly brushing your thighs. They're clamped tight, aren't they? You're squeezing yourself to try to make the pleasure stop, but it's only feeding it, isn't it."

"Yes, nothing helps."

"I can help you, will you invite me in?"

"Spike..."

"You have to invite me Slayer. Open yourself to me and tell me to come in."

Slowly she relaxed her legs and let out a shuddering breath. "Come in Spike."

She heard him sigh as well, "Slowly my hand accepts the invitation, sliding my fingers across you, but I don't enter yet, My fingers tiptoe over your sensitive skin."

"Please Spike." She mumbled.

"Alright luv, I slide two fingers past your outer lips."

"Oh god, I'm so ready for you."

"I slide along you till I find that spot, that little nub that makes you quiver." She gasped as her own hand, which was now totally under his control, found it. "Right there, I part my fingers slightly so one is on either side and I stroke you, back and forth, slow at first, my fingers slick." Her breath was coming quicker. "Slowly I pick up speed, I can feel you pulsing between my fingers. In midstroke I stop."

"No." she gasped.

"My fingers start circling your nerve bundle."

"Oh god." her voice shuddered.

"Your hips thrust up to meet my hand, don't they pet?"

"I can't keep them still."

"They want me inside you, my thumb continues circling as my fingers slide into you." Her moans told him she obeyed. I pump into you, gently at first, but faster and harder."

"Spike..." she panted. "I have to stop, too much."

"No, come for me Slayer, don't quit on me."

"Too much, can't..." she protested but she obviously hadn't stopped.

"You know you want to, how good it feels."

"No."

"No, you don't want to?"

"Don't know, I've never..."

"You've never come before?" the seduction in his voice replaced by surprise.

"No."

"Buffy you can stop." Damn, it hadn't occurred to him that she might not have orgasmed before. But if her time with Angel was her only time, it made sense. Her first time she was probably so afraid and nervous and ashamed that she couldn't.

He could hear her panting. "Spike, I'm sorry, it was too much."

"Sorry luv, didn't realize. First time shouldn't be at your own hands."

"I didn't know anything could feel so intense."

"When does your mum get back pet?"

"In two days...why?"

"Let me come over tomorrow night."

Silence met him.

"Invite me over Slayer, I'll do it for you, make you feel wonderful. I'll keep my clothes on, it will be all about you. I'll stop if you tell me to."

"Why then, if you aren't going to get anything out of it?"

"Didn't say that, just said that I'd stay dressed and it will be about you. But don't think I won't get off bringing a beautiful woman to ecstasy, especially when it's you."

That was not what she expected to hear, "Why especially me?"

"A slayer's life is too short to not experience all you can. And what you've had to do, what you've been through, you deserve a little pleasure in your life."

"Are you saying you want to make sure I experience it before you kill me?"

"I'm saying, before you die. Whoever kills you."

"We're enemies Spike."

"We have been, may be again, though I find I am enjoying our detente right now. But we are also a man and a woman who find each other attractive."

"I just can't have you over for...um.. a...booty call. I'd feel like a skank."

"Are you saying you want to go on a date first?" surprise and amusement colored his voice.

"What? No, my friends would freak if they saw us together." She sighed, "It just doesn't seem right to call you up and say 'come service me now'." she said it as an order.

He pictured her then, all dommed out and him on his knees in shackles before her. "I wouldn't say no." Knowing it was too soon to even suggest any kinky stuff to her.

She didn't respond.

"Do you trust me?" he asked softly.

She thought for a moment, he had kept his promise in his room. "A little, but only as far as I can throw you." Of course with her slayer strength that was easily across a room.

"That's far enough." She could hear the smile in his voice.

"For what?"

"For me to make tomorrow night work for you. Sleep on it. If you're willing to trust me leave your window open. If it's closed, I'll just go on my merry way. It's totally up to you. Any point during the evening you change your mind, I'll go."

"You're being awfully accommodating." she said, suspicion in her voice.

"Trust me." he purred and ended the call.

She hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling. Would she leave the window open? Could she? It seemed wrong on so many levels. Having what she was sure would qualify as sex with a vampire she hated was impossible to wrap her mind around. But did she really hate Spike? Less than six months ago that would have been a resounding yes, but now? Since the incident with the Judge, he had really not threatened her. He had come to her to form an alliance and he stuck to his side of the bargain. And she couldn't look at him the same since their fight behind the blood bank. If he had been the Spike from a year ago she would be dead, or raped or tortured now, not contemplating letting him come into her home to … Maybe he did grow in the past several months, or maybe he was really better apart from Dru than with her. She had seen a lot of couples like that. But that day she spent as his prisoner she had found him funny, insightful and sexy. Of course he was infuriating too, but at least he smiled. No, she wasn't going to compare him to Angel.

She turned in her bed, facing the open window. The cool breeze did feel good on her skin, her body still covered in a sheen of perspiration. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but in her dreams she left the window open.

About an hour later Spike walked up to the house. He stood in the yard, looking up at her window. He could smell her arousal from here. She moaned, and for a moment he was afraid she had found someone else but then she murmured his name. He smiled and walked on. He had a lot to do before tonight.