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A warm hand was trailing softly down his cold back, sending a shiver through him. The shiver came from deep within his core. He was recoiling.

"Hey lover," a steamy-voiced female drawled. Spike turned onto his side and came face to face with a familiar pair of deep brown eyes.

"Faith..."

Spike's voice was merely a breath. She grinned wolfishly at him, biting her bottom lip suggestively at the same time. That was all the warning Spike got before suddenly Faith filled the empty space that had been between them and her full lips were insistent upon his own. Spike response was conflicted. His eyes closed as his hands tangled in her silky dark locks. He was, pulling her closer, but inside he was screaming.

"Tricky, isn't it?"

Faith whispered just above his lips. There was a dark note to her playful tone, and Spike opened his eyes to see Buffy in her place. Spike shifted away from her, startled. Buffy didn't appear to notice, or if she did she didn't care. Her green eyes gave him a soft but determined look.

"You've got a choice to make Spike, and you really have to make it."

She pouted mockingly, and Spike's desire to flee mounted and mounted. Laughing at him, Buffy draped her head over him and began planting open mouthed kisses onto his chest, her long hair caressing him with every tilt of her head. She had him pinned down, but as Spike made a little keening sound in his throat, he realized his hands were in manacles stretched over his head.

"B-Buffy, please,"

Spike whined and Buffy stopped her kissing, giving him a dark look.

"Don't go whining to me, I'm not the one who put you here"

And in that very instant her entire naked body morphed into Faith in front of him. She grinned wickedly, and immediately began to straddle him, her hands squeezing hard around his trapped wrists.

"This is your choice, Spike"

Faith muttered and slowly she began to move him into her. Spike felt her tight muscles contract around him and he whimpered frantically as a feeling of absolute helplessness coursed through him. Faith began to grind her hip bones against him.

"If you let yourself be a fucktoy Kitty, that'll be all your ever be good for"

She panted, and Spike choked, his eyes widening in distress as he realized he had a collar tightly fastened around his throat. Distraught eyes looked pleadingly into Faith's and she gave him a pitying look before suddenly she had morphed into Buffy again.

"B-Buffy, stop"

Spike spluttered, releasing a strangled scream as Buffy leant forward.

"Don't let me Spike, don't choose this... It's your choice, Spike"

Buffy whispered, before her body tensed and screaming in rapture as she found her release...

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This had been a bad idea, the last time she had come Spike hadn't even bothered to fight with her, he had clearly wanted nothing to do with her, and yet something and pulled and tugged insistently in Buffy tonight; demanding she came to Spike's crypt, she was about to call it a night –

"Slayer..."

Spike's tired voice called out to her, and she turned back around to look at him hesitantly.

"Hello, Spike..."

Spike looked at her unimpressed.

"You're a lot of things Slayer, door mouse ain't one of them."

"What's happening to you?"

Buffy replied bluntly, oh she knew they could talk about her till the cows came home, and then she could beat up all the cows and wait for the next herd to come and they'd still be talking about her – but not now. Not this time.

A sliver of emotion crept into Spike's eyes at that, and he quickly averted them.

"Spike, I'm worried about you-"

"Why's that then?"

Buffy could feel herself beginning to get frustrated. This shut down guy, Mr. Keep-All-The-Bloody-Walls-Up, he wasn't someone she was used to.

"Did you even notice? Before I killed Faith did you even hear-"

"If you expect that, that lip service to-"

"Lip service!" Buffy spluttered, her eyes widening indignantly. "I told you I loved you!"

Spike rose his head back up to look at her again, his gaze heavily hostile.

"You're excuse me if people sayin' it don't exactly mean that much anymore-"

"Why are you doing this?"

Buffy demanded, and she flung herself onto her knees before him, where he sat smoking his cigarette; she snatched it and threw it away.

"Why are you doing this?"

She repeated, her eyes staring into Spike's.

"A choice, gotta choice to make..."

Buffy frowned at Spike's low rumblings; they didn't make any sense to her.

"Spike..."

"I won't be your fuck toy!"

Spike abruptly shouted and he rose to his feet.

"What the hell? Spike-"

"I was yours and I was hers and I won't do it again! I've seen it"

"Seen what? Spike please, that's not what I'm after, you know that!"

Spike looked at her lost, his blue eyes haunted.

"I saw it."

Buffy frowned.

"What? Tell me, Spike please!"

"I-I had a dream..."

Buffy's eyes widened, and she rushed up to him; embracing him despite his snarls and small frantic shoves.

"It was the First, Spike. It's screwing with all of us, it came to me too alright, it came as my mother but it wasn't her-"

A final shove had Buffy successfully pushed away, the shock of Spike actually being so repulsed by her touch, brought tears to her eyes.

"We had our time, Buffy-"

"No, no don't say that! Don't ever say that!"

"Buffy-"

"Don't you ever think about it? About us?"

Spike looked at her grave and pained.

"All the time..."

"Then-"

"But there is a massive difference between what is real here and now, and what could have been-"

"Can be-" Buffy interrupted, and she captured his wrists in her hands. "Can be, Spike-"

"No, we had our time."

Buffy shook her head; tears flew from her face and landed on their joined hands.

"It'll be different, I'm different!"

Spike shook his head, and emotion, real emotion, finally came into his face. Forcing one of his hands free, he gently wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumb.

"I want this as much as you do, I want to put the clocks back as much as you do – but I can't. Too much has happened; you've hurt me too often."

Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but the lump that had grown in her throat completely overwhelmed her. It made her choke.

"I've tried, ok? I've tried..."

Buffy still couldn't speak, and Spike pulled her trembling form into his arms.

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"I will never feel for anyone what I felt for you,"

Buffy sobbed against his chest, but Spike didn't say another word and now, as her terrible trembling had stopped, he seemed to be retreating.

"Good night Buffy."

Buffy just stood there helplessly, as he turned back towards his crypt.

"William, I love you!"

Spike let out a small cry, the first cry he had uttered all night and he turned back around.

"I know..."

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The First smiled. Anna looked at First Spike with a frown.

"What you so happy about?"

"Our plan little Morsel, s'all going swimmingly"

Anna looked at Spike in awe.

"He's done it! What he actually rejected her?"

The First smiled, and stretching out a hand as close to Anna's head as he could, he trailed it down her sleek hair.

"Looks like losing you hurts more than you think,"

Anna didn't say anything, she appeared lost for words.

"It's in motion, pet but be wary, your part's in the line-up."

Thanks to everyone who is reading this story. Hope you like this chapter and as ever, I eagerly await your views!

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Lisi the slayer