Author's Note: Hate me if you want, but it's hard to write fanfiction without a computer. I'm not all about handwriting, and i tend to put idea's out in a flowing motion, not really stopping until a chapter or two have been complete. Now though, a computer has been permenantly reinstated into this household and hopefully, i'll be able to update more often. :-)

So give me a chance... the first chapter i'm throwing at you in this round has smut so I certainly hope that wins you guys over. And once again, tipsles sends their most sincere of apologies.

Afternoon faded into evening and the tension in the house had become strained. Spike felt it when he awoke from his nap, even though no one was present in the room with him. He looked around, outside had begun to darken and it took him a couple of seconds to comprehend just where he had decided to nap at. Scratching the back of his head, Spike stood up from the bed and stretched. His stomach was uneasy as he exited the room, and the sight of the kitchen didn't help the knots in his gut.

In the kitchen was a disheveled Buffy standing with spatula in one hand, banana in the other, as she stared at the enormous mess that had somehow accumulated since her mother had left only 20 minutes ago.

Spike walked slowly into the hazard zone, "What in the…" He looked to the stove seeing gravy that was overheating and gushing over the edge of the pot. Quickly he jumped to it and switched off the heat, then popped burning corn bread out of the oven. He zipped about the kitchen, bringing everything away from fire hazard level, and then turned to his goldilocks, "Sweetheart…"

She still stood, silent, and covered in random spurts of corn bread batter, as she stared. Spike slowly approached her, taking the spatula away as well as the banana and pulled her into a tight embrace, "Where's mama bear?" He asked wondering where Joyce was located.

Buffy sniffled, "We were out of lemon…" was all she could say for the moment. After a few minutes of grasping Spike like he was her last link to the earth she came back around, "I don't know what happened, I was watching the food while mom went out… she was having me make the bread… then the gravy for the mash potatoes went all kinds of crazy as I put the bread in the oven…" she sniffled, recalling the failed attempt at cooking as if it were the car crash she had sustained some time ago, "I-I don't know where it all went wrong…"

Spike chuckled hugging her again. He tilted Buffy's chin up, wiping some batter from her nose and cheek. "It's alright now, everything is under control." He smiled warmly and Buffy relaxed immediately. "You go up stairs and get cleaned up."

Buffy smiled finally releasing Spike and rushing up stairs to freshen up. Leaving Spike alone in the kitchen, his face took on a look of seriousness before he set about with a second batch of corn bread, and general cleaning. One of the things he couldn't help but notice was the fact Buffy seemed to have the capability to get corn bread batter on every surface of the kitchen. Once general clean-up was achieved Spike took a step back and once covered the kitchen, Corn bread can wait to go in…. he thought before catching himself in the mirror. He frowned seeing he was now resembling the look Buffy had been bearing earlier.

Bounding up the stairs like a gazelle, Spike threw his shirt off just as he entered her room. Buffy turned in time to think she was staring at the front of a romance novel. The repercussion of that was a slack jaw as Spike began some kind of yammering, "I'm dirty!" HE had finished with the shirt and was now unbuttoning his slacks slightly, "What do I do? Giles will be here soon and I have no clothing!"

Buffy finally shook her head and stood up, "you didn't bring any extra clothes today?"

"Didn't expect all this bollocks was going to go down, now did I?" He now stood, slacks half undone and covered in batter, lack of shirt and a very worried look on his face. Buffy couldn't help but chuckle, he was adorable. The sound of her laugh made his brow furrow and he convulsed his body like a 6 year old whining, "Buuuuufffyyyy…."

She smiled standing up from her vanity area and approaching him. Once she had him completely in the room she closed the door and pushed him to the bed, forcing him into a horizontal position, "Relax…" She said simply and went to her dresser. A few moments of rummaging and Buffy tossed a couple t-shirts and a pair of jeans his way. Spike picked up the articles and threw a questioning look her way, "Hey you know I like your shirts better than anything I own… and I think I just snatched those jeans at your house by accident. We were all with the rushy rushy…"

With a nod Spike started to move from the bed to shimmy out of his slacks but Buffy had him pinned before he could move away from the head of the bed. He frowned as Buffy straddled him and began silently admiring the bare chest that was all hers to touch. Running her hands sensually up and down his pecks she let one finger wander slightly down his abs and Spike let out a strained sigh, "We've got some time…"

"Buffy…"

"I just want to play a little…" She pouted, scooting back slightly to straddle his thighs now. Not giving him time to really react she gave his already half erect cock a soft squeeze from the outside of his slacks. He groaned, closing his eyes as his hand moved to give Buffy an encouraging squeeze up her thigh, despite the fact he knew this was a dire situation.

"Buffy."

His second try to end their sexcapade would fail as well, and Buffy smiled evilly at the fact. "I always love the fact you really can't resist me…" She smiled freeing his member from the confines of his pants and giving him a few long leisurely stokes. His hands ran up and down her thighs, silently asking for more. Buffy could still see the battle raging behind his eyes.

Releasing him she crawled back up his body and gave him some persuasive kisses. "We'll hear if mom comes home… I just want to help you relax honey…" She smiled moving back down and continuing her administrations, "Don't worry about me… this is about helping you…" Without much more of a warning Buffy ducked her head and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could. Spike sucked a harsh breath in and remained unbendable. Buffy worked her mouth back up to his peak before dipping once more and taking an extra inch of his shaft down her throat.

"Fuck… Buffy…" He looked down at Buffy just as she released the head of his cock and he came to the conclusion that some release would help him in the long run. Quickly he sat up while he had the chance, putting his back against the head board, and pulling Buffy into his practically naked lap, "You sure you don't need any help either?" With a wicked smiled he dipped a hand into the cotton panties Buffy had been sporting as she was getting ready.

Buffy giggled seeing him relax finally then pushed herself from his lap, "Nope… You're the one who's super duper stress…" with a devious air about her Buffy once again descended upon Spike and devoured more than half his member in one gulp. Spike sucked in a sharp breath and looked down as Buffy worked him. He smiled softly and ran a hand through her hair, loving the way her locks seemed to naturally fall about her.

Silent but relaxed Spike watched with hooded eyes and a stupid smile. It wasn't long until Buffy had him sitting on the edge of a fantastic climax that she refused to give him for the moment. "Buffy…" He breathed and Buffy finally led him to release with one last swift movement where she gobbled almost all of him down her throat. With some careful flexing of the throat muscles Buffy had Spike cumming into a crescendo as he grasped a wad of her hair and roared his release.

Drinking every last drop Buffy finally released him and sat up, biting her thumbnail in a coy nature. She caught her reflection and saw Spike had thoroughly trashed her hair, "Oh no!" Quickly she scurried from the bed and started with her hair, leaving Spike to recover from his coma. After a few minutes he finally opened his eyes and looked around slightly confused as to where his lover had disappeared to.

Seeing her at her mirror he quickly slipped from the bed and changed into the clothing Buffy had magically provided for him. With the goofy smile still plastered on his face he wandered over to Buffy and gave her a soft kiss on the top of her head, "Love the hair…" He said with a smile and received a swat.

Buffy huffed, bushing out the knots, "It's your fault it's a mess…" She smiled watching him retreat and head to the kitchen. Spike seemed to float about the kitchen, popping the cornbread in the oven and then stepping out the back door for a cigarette.

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