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Chapter 10 Washing Up

He heard the front door close and Buffy came into the kitchen, settling onto one of the stools at the bar.

"Well that went horribly." she stated glumly.

"I don't know." Spike shrugged. "She's not dead, I'm not staked, it went better than I expected one of your pals finding out about us would."

"You may be right there." She looked at the food he had laid out. "Thanks." She picked a grape from the bunch on the plate.

"How long has she been a witch?"

"She started dabbling last year, she can't do much more than float pencils." she shrugged.

"And do a powerful gypsy curse. I'd watch her, she'll be dangerous if she gets any real power."

"Willow? You've got to be kidding."

He shook his head. "Nope, she's smart, probably has always been the smartest in the room and she thinks she knows how things should be. She gets the power, she'll make it happen."

"Not Willow, she's too sweet."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." he said ominously. "But for now, you know she's not going to be able to keep the secret too long." he said in a lighter tone. The microwave dinged and he pulled out a mug. "When were you going to tell your watcher?" he asked before drinking, when he brought the cup down his lips were red.

"I don't know, until last night I didn't even know if I would have to tell him." She sighed. "I was fooling myself, pretending that this was just about obscene phone calls and some forbidden sex. But it's not, is it?"

"Doesn't sound like it." he agreed. "Do you want me there when you tell him?"

"Only if there are no pointy pieces of wood in the vicinity." she said, only half-joking. "But no, it would probably be better just him and me."

"Just say the word if you change your mind. Now eat."

"Yes sir." she replied sarcastically, then started to stand.

"What do you need?" He asked, waving her back to her seat.

"Some juice?"

"Got it." He opened the right cupboard and got a glass, then filled it from the carton in the fridge.

"Thanks, but you make me feel like a lousy hostess waiting on me like this."

"So you won't feel so bad, you can do the dishes." He nodded his head in the direction of the sink.

"Gee, thanks a lot." she eyed the pile of dishes with dread.

"Don't mention it." He leaned against counter drinking his blood while she ate.

After several minutes she said "Don't leave behind any blood bags. I don't know if I can handle explaining us to Mom and Giles the same week. Although maybe I should tell them together and just submit to the screamfest."

"Has the advantage of only having to do it once." he noted.

"Yeah, but it would be two against one."

"Like I said, I'll be there if you want me."

She opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again.

"What?" he asked.

"It's just..." she began and stopped.

"Spit it out."

"You were kind of less than helpful with Willow. You threw 'us' in her face."

"Just having some fun." he grinned boyishly. "She was so embarrassed, I couldn't help myself. She needs a boyfriend."

"She has one, but she and Oz are taking things slow. I think he's worried about hurting her."

Spike looked confused, "What, is he some big footballer?"

She shook her head, "Werewolf."

"Really?" he said in surprised and then looked impressed. "That's pretty daring. Never would have guessed that Red was into bestiality." Buffy gagged on her orange juice. He came up next to her and patted her back.

"Spike that's gross!" she coughed when she could finally talk again.

"Shouldn't throw stones pet. After all..." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he bent his head to kiss her until she was breathless. "...you're into necrophilia."

Her eyes widened in shock and she pushed against his chest, but he stood his ground holding her hands to him. "That's not what this is. That's... that term is for people who have sex with dead bodies." He pressed her hand against his chest, to feel his heart not beat. He smirked, feeling he proved his point. "You know what I mean, dead dead, not up and moving dead bodies."

"So zombies." he smiled at her disgust. "All those dead folks last week here to see you?" he teased.

She shook her head, fighting back a smile. "Nope, they were breaking down the door to get to Mom's bedroom." She laughed at the surprise on his face and explained her homecoming while she finished eating.

"You Summers women, always causing trouble." He said with a smile. He dug through the pockets of his coat, which he had left on one of the stools and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

"I told you, you can't smoke in here."

He peeked through the blinds on the back door. "The porch is in the shade, do you mind?"

"No, go ahead, I can start on the dishes. What time is it anyway?" She asked absently, turning to look at the clock on the microwave, it was almost noon. She wasn't sure if she was surprised it was so late or that it was so early.

"Be back in a mo." He slipped outside.

While she initially resented the chore, as she began running the water she chuckled slightly. This was probably the most normal thing she did all week. It was comforting somehow, connecting her to the real world. As she scrubbed the plates she thought about what Willow had said, that Spike loved her. He had obviously been listening, the timing of his interruption was too perfect to be a coincidence. Was Willow right? And if so, what then? Spike had not told her he loved her, but if he did what would it mean? Would he be willing to keep on the straight and narrow for her as long as they were together?

How long would that be? Would they burn out like the moth and the flame or was this forever? She smiled ruefully, not that forever is long when you're talking the life expectancy of a slayer.

"Deep thoughts pet?" She jumped, as he was suddenly right next to her.

"Don't sneak up on me!" she scolded.

"Didn't try to, you were miles away." he looked at her intently. "What were you thinking about?"

"Just concentrating on the dishes." she lied, scrubbing the plate she was holding with renewed vigor.

"Right." he scoffed.

"I can concentrate." She said defensively. Rinsing the plate and picking up the next.

He shifted behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Finish these later." he murmured in her ear before nipping on the lobe.

She scrunched up her shoulders to cut off his access to her ear. "No, they'll be even grosser later. I'd rather get them done now."

"You'd rather do dishes?" he kissed along her shoulder, as one of his hands moved up to cover her breast and the other moved down.

She sighed and started to melt against him but straightened again. "Just let me finish these?"

"I'm not stopping you." he said against her neck as he kissed up to her ear.

"You're not?" she asked breathlessly. Trying to keep scrubbing the plate in her hand.

"No, show me your remarkable powers of concentration." His hand slid beneath the top of her dress to tease the rosy tip of her breast. "Keep doing the dishes. Don't let me stop you, or I'll have to stop doing this." His lower hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her lightly through her skirt and panties.

"Oh god!" she moaned "You don't play fair."

"Evil, remember?"

"Yeah, but I'm used to a more grandiose evil, you know, open the hellmouth, end the world type of thing. Mmm." He nipped along her neck. "More of a Big Bad kind of evil."

His hands grabbed her hips and pulled her butt against his pelvis, he ground against her. "You didn't complain about the size of my evil last night."

She groaned at his not subtle entendre. "Is that the conversation we're having?" She asked, turning her head to look at him. But she realized she was doing the grinding now as she rinsed another plate.

"I was going to say something about keeping to the straight and narrow, but since it's neither..." He grinned at her as she rolled her eyes.

"Gee and to think I could have dated an immature high school boy..." Whatever else she was going to say was lost to her moan. His hand had moved under her skirt and panties, his fingers going right to her pleasure center. "Oh mnh ffff ohd."

"No high school boy could make you feel like I do. They wouldn't have the skills or the stamina." His other hand gathered her hair and lifted it so he could kiss the back of her neck, sending shivers up and down her spine. "They might be all sweet and shy, but they'd also be fumbling and fast." She put both her hands on the edge of the counter for support, his mouth on her neck and his hand stroking her had made her weak in the knees. "You like how I make you feel?"

She nodded as she swallowed hard, "Uh-huh."

"Too bad I have to stop then." he said wickedly and stepped back from her.

She reeled against the counter, "Wha? Why?" she asked, groggy with desire.

"You stopped washing the dishes." he smirked, "And I know you would rather be doing that."

"Spike." she whined, combining her frustration, embarrassment and desire all into the way she said his name.

"Sorry pet." He said, obviously enjoying her predicament and not at all sorry.

"Forget the dishes." she said as she started to turn towards him.

He put his hands on her shoulders to keep her facing the sink. "You came up with this game last night, remember?" he didn't mention that he had given in then. "Get back to washing up or I keep my hands to myself." To drive home the point he moved his hands behind his back with a devilish grin.

Shaking her head in disbelief she plunged her hands back into the dishwater. She had only the serving dishes left, she could concentrate that long, maybe.

As soon as she began washing a bowl, he moved back up behind her. Moving her hair out of the way he untied the knot that held the halter top of her dress up. He lowered the ends slowly so they wouldn't fall in the full sink. She moved back to help and ended up pressing herself against him. His hands moved to her breasts, his fingertips brushing her skin in little swirls. She ground her body against his and he purred his appreciation. It was only when one hand left her and he shifted back that she realized she had been swirling the scrubbing sponge around the same bowl for a very long time. As she rinsed off the dish she felt his hand move between them and realized he was undoing his pants. He let out a sigh and then a groan when he moved back against her. She could feel his arousal pressed between them and rubbed against it.

His hand slipped beneath her skirt again, but instead of slipping inside her he started working her panties down.

"Wait." she breathed, as her panties fell. "I'm almost done. Then we can go back to the bedroom." she finished with the next bowl and almost dropped it in the dishrack.

"That would spoil my plan." he whispered in her ear.

"I thought you didn't..." she gasped as he pinched her nipple. "...like drawn out plans." she countered. Scrubbing the final bowl so wildly that she splashed water across her chest.

"This one holds a unique appeal." He nipped along her neck. "Before I leave near dawn, I'm going to have you in every room." His fingers slid into her and the bowl slipped out of her hands.

"But we cook in here..." She recovered the bowl and rinsed it, her hands trembling. The second she turned off the water he spun her around and picked her up by the waist. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. He took a couple of steps to the side and set her on the edge of the countertop. She pushed against him, "Spike, this is where we fix food..." she protested weakly, but he silenced her with a hungry kiss and her resistance melted. She pulled up on his shirt, anxious to feel his skin on hers. Their lips parted to pull his shirt over his head. His lips did not seek out hers again, but instead moved to her breasts. He stroked her nub until she quivered. Reaching between them she stroked him, her fingers peeling back his foreskin to caress the sensitive head. He sucked hard on the side of her breast and she thrust against his fingers, almost slipping off the counter.

In a smooth movement he pulled back from her hands and slid into her, they moaned in unison. She wrapped her legs around him and her hands clutched at his back, pulling him closer. She met each thrust balanced precariously on the edge, both literally and figuratively. He was supporting her completely as she toppled off the edge.

When the world came back into focus she was again on the counter, his head buried in her neck. Both of them leaning against the other for support. If one were to back away suddenly the other would topple. Her arms had gone limp at her sides, but now she brought one hand up to run through his hair as the other tightened around his waist. He raised his head and smiled at her, then leaned in for a kiss. It started out tender but their mutual desire soon changed it, made it searching, hungry. Her arms and legs tightened around him. He shifted back, lifting her from the counter. His hands cradled her butt, supporting her while his fingers squeezed. He broke off the kiss and she kissed down his neck. Her blunt teeth biting him in the same spot he had bit her, his hands tightened almost painfully on her buttocks.

He started walking, she didn't pay attention to where until he set her down on a cool hard surface. She looked around dazed, and realized she was on the dining room table.

"I don't think it will support both of us." she warned as he sucked on her earlobe.

"Won't be a problem." he murmured against her neck.

"Can we move off the table..." his lips covered hers to silence her question, as his hands worked at distracting her. But when he moved to again kiss down her neck she continued. "...this is where we eat."

He looked at her with a broad smile and winked. "Exactly." Sinking to his knees between her legs, he held her leg and beginning at her knee started kissing and nipping along her inner thigh. She fought an inner battle, propriety and hygiene on one side versus the pleasure she knew awaited her when he ran out of leg. Once he gave her a love bite in his favorite spot, propriety didn't stand a chance.

She moaned, then chided him. "You so don't play fair."

"Again, evil." he said before his mouth became otherwise occupied.

She sank back onto her elbows as he drove her closer and closer to the peak. From the glimpses of his face she was able to see, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was, though she wasn't sure how that was possible. Finally her elbows were too shaky to support her and she collapsed on her back. She had started to writhe under him and he put a hand on her stomach to still her. But even that could not stop her from bucking up when his fingers entered her. She slapped her hands down on the table at the intensity building within her, her fingers scraping the table trying to find an anchor. One hand grabbed the edge of the table a split-second before ecstasy overtook her.

Spike was easing her up into a sitting position when the world slid back into place. He looked at her sheepishly. "Um, pet?" he began, but she silenced him with a kiss. She leaned into him and scooted off the table. As their height difference came into play she kissed across his chest, stepping to the side, turning him until he was backed against the table. "Luv, there's something you've got to know."

He's going to tell me how he feels, she thought. Not ready for that conversation, she just smiled and sank to her knees in front of him, her hands encircling his length. His eyes rolled and he clenched his jaw as she stroked him. "But you...well we...brar-agh." Whatever he was going to say was lost when she peeled him back and circled his tip with her tongue. "Bloody hell, it can wait."

"Uh-huh." She said, before wrapping her lips around him. She was more confident now, less timid. Remembering what he seemed to like the most from her first attempt, she had him babbling and rocking his hips quickly. He ran his fingers through her hair, his fingertips flexing against her scalp. She was ready this time and was able to swallow his seed easily when he came.