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Warning: Sex scene

Chapter 4

Buffy laughs as she's pushed through the door. She can't remember the last time she felt so happy and free. Although she had felt at peace with Spike that very last night, she hadn't been free and happy because of the impending apocalypse.

There's no apocalypse in the foreseeable future, though. It's just her and Spike, and it's a moment she's going to treasure. Buffy knows that they still have a lot of things to work out together, but tonight, she's just going to feel in a way that only Spike can make her feel.

Spikes arms wrap around her waist and pull her body close, perfectly molding his lithe form to hers. Her hands rest on his shoulder and she gazes into eyes. She gets loss in the love and devotion she sees in his gaze and can't believe she thought he stopped feeling that way for her. Spike is a lot of things and loyal is one of them. Once Spike loves you, he loves you for life, or unlife, as the case may be. Buffy must have momentarily lost her mind and forgotten that very important tidbit about Spike.

It feels so good, so right to be in his embrace, and she knows she never wants to leave it. Although she does have a life in England with her sister, she knows that if Spike wants to stay here in L.A. she'll stay without any thought. Dawn can join her or choose to stay in England and live with Willow. She won't force her sister to move back to California, not when she has finally settled into a life there.

Buffy shakes her head. She's getting ahead of herself. First there's going to be a lot of kissing, and then she and Spike can really talk about what their future holds for them.

"Love?" Spike asks, his expression carefully guarded.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." Upon noticing his expression, she frowns. "Don't tell me you still doubt my feelings. I thought I proved myself to you. Spike, I love you, and no matter what happens, I'm not going to take that back. Now, kiss me," she orders with a pout, her bottom lip sticking out in a way she knows drives Spike absolutely crazy.

He smirks. "Oh, pouty! Look at that lip...gonna get it...gonna get it..."

Buffy smiles in remembrance as Spike's lips claim her own in a heated kiss. With tender nips and licks to his lips, she evokes a lustful groan from him, making her feel all sorts of womanly pride.

Opening his mouth to her onslaught, their tongues thrust against one another. His hands slid over her back to her hips before moving up her sides, gently brushing the outer curves of her breasts.

She whimpers and arches against his body, rubbing her denim covered center on the burgeoning erection she feels through their jeans.

Pulling away to gasp for air, Buffy whispers, "I want you to make love to me. Please, Spike. William. Make love to me."

His eyes darken. No matter how many times they've been together, they have never made love. The closest they came to it was the night he held her in that empty house, and there wasn't even anything sexual about it. It was just the first time she truly opened up to him and allowed him into her heart.

He cups her face and stares into her glazed eyes. "I love you," he whispers reverently.

She smiles. "I love, too."

No matter how many times she says it, he will never get sick of hearing it. "I will make love to you all night, pet," he promises.

He slips his fingers underneath the bottom of shirt and lifts it up and over her head with her aiding him by raising her arms. His hands caress all of her glorious skin as they travel downwards to her jeans. He unbuttons them and slides the slipper down. With a little wiggle from his slayer's hips, the pants easily slide down her legs. All she's now in is a matching red bra and panty ensemble. Spike's raises his eyebrows at one of his favorite colors.

She blushes. "Believe it or not, I didn't plan that. It's just a happy coincidence."

He nods, holding his tongue. He quickly gets rid of his clothes. First his shirt, than his boots, and then his jeans. Buffy's eyes are on him the whole time, and when she licks her lips, he groans. He knows just how talented the tongue is.

He takes her hand and pulls her to the bed. They lay on it together, and he crashes his lips to Buffy's for the second time. She puts all of her passion into the kiss and the mewls from the back of her throat are swallowed by his mouth.

His hands grab her breasts through her bra and squeeze. She writhes into his touch. "More," she begs as a leg wraps around his legs, trapping his body to hers. Not that he would be trying to escape of course.

He thrusts against her panty covered center, the flimsy fabric wet with her arousal. As the tantalizing scent engulfs all of his senses, Spike quickly loses control. There is definitely no holding back now.

His fingers roughly rip the panties away, knowing she'll make him buy her another pair, and he heaves against her kiss swollen lips. His hips rock against the heat of her mound. "I wanted to drag this out, but I need to be inside of you."

"Foreplay later. Inside now," Buffy urges. "I need you so much." She lifts her hips, and he slides home. And that's what it feels like to both of them, like they've come home after a long not-so-pleasant vacation.

He groans, "That's it, kitten. Just right."

"Yes, yes, yes," she chants. Her eyes are closed tight as she basks in the feeling of absolute completeness.

"Open your eyes. I need to see them. I need to know you're here with me."

They flutter open, completely hazy with lust. "Where else would I be?"She murmurs. She drags his head down for a frantic kiss, pressing her covered breasts against his chest. "Move," she orders against his lips, running her hands through his hair.

Spike doesn't need to be told twice. One hand reaches down and squeezes her lush arse. He leans on his other elbow for leverage and thrusts in and out of her at a rapid pace.

Buffy's inner muscles contract against the hard cock driving into her. She yells and moans. "Go faster. Faster, faster, faster."

Spike follows her commands, praising her. He calls her beautiful and sexy, everything he could ever want. He vulgarly tells her how tight she feels against him.

And although his lewd praises should disgust her, it actually sends warmth pooling in her stomach, knowing she can bring it out in him.

He angles her hips up and slam back in, making sure to hit that elusive spongy spot that has Buffy throwing her head back and screaming her appreciation. He does it over and over again, loving the way she yells his name in that tone.

She moves in perfect sync with him, their bodies melding together as one. Spike knows he won't last long. Everything he has ever wanted is beneath him, writing in ecstasy, as they make love for the first time. It's more than he has ever imagined or hoped for.

He holds back even though his body is burning for release. He releases her perfect arse and snakes his hand between their bodies. He skillfully manipulates her swollen clit. Her warm walls strangle his cock in response.

"Spike!" she screams in pleasure. Her walls clamp down on him, almost to the point of pain, as she orgasms, her body shaking from the power of it.

He gutturally groans and explodes inside her beautiful quim. He nips at her shoulder with blunt human teeth. What he really wants is to bite her with his fangs, claim her as his for eternity, but he knows better than to expect that much from her. He has already been given more than he ever thought he would have.

"I love you," he says against her shoulder, pressing soft kisses against the skin.

She runs her hands over his back. "I love you, too. I've never felt so complete in my life. I can't believe I wasted so much of our time being a coward."

"Stop it. We're together now; that's all that matters."

"Right." He still hears the sadness in her voice.

He looks up, gazing into her eyes. "I mean it. No regrets. Let's just enjoy what we have now and not dwell on the past."

She nods and pulls him so he's laying next to her. She shifts closer. Her eyes start to droop, and she knows it won't be long now until sleep claims her in its prison.

"Go to sleep, pet."

Buffy wants to argue. There are still so many more things she wants to do with him, but she knows they have plenty of time to play catch-up. She nods, too tired to even voice her consent.

'Tomorrow, we'll talk,' Buffy thinks sleepily, her head pillowed on Spike's chest and his arm securely around her. She drifts off into dreamland, a happy smile on her face and for the first time in months, no nightmares plague her sleep.