Music blaring, blood pumping, clinging to Drusilla’s unconscious body – Spike sped along the road as fast as the car could move. ‘No more bloody Sunnydale, no more sodding slayers, and no more big brooding poofters.’ Spike growled inwardly as he drove on and on, trying to distance himself as much as possible.

Still reeling from the events at the mansion, he pictured the blonde girl now as nothing more than a body and Angelus standing strong. Spike knew he could have stayed and helped her, could have stopped Angelus, could have done something more. Growling, he stopped those thoughts, realising how absurd they were. He’d stood there knowing Angelus would kill her, but he’d shrugged the thoughts away and focussed on getting Dru out of there and he’d continue to do so as long as he rememberd his precious dark beauty was back in his arms now – and Angelus could do no more to them.

With no direction in particular, and no desire to be anywhere, Spike drove on relentlessly for as long as night would allow – wondering where he was going, and where he would end up. Spike only slowed as he felt a twitch beneath his arm. Stroking Drusilla’s hair delicately he took in the soft tresses and watched as her eyes flickered open. Such a fragile beauty, but with deceptive strength. She had killed a slayer not hours before and now the sleeping wonder was waking. Spike looked in awe at Drusilla’s smooth pale skin and tender muscles. Every detail of her was soft and subtle, like her grace and character - her pure insanity totally hidden by her features.

Then with a sudden yelp, Drusilla bolted up-right, grabbed the wheel and the whole car went spinning into oblivion, hitting the barrier by the side of the road. The impact threw the car into the air. The old DeSoto then tumbled over, and skidded far from the road. Those on the inside were thrown around in a frenzy until it finally thudded hard against a tree and smoke began to appear from under the hood.

‘Bloody hell!’ Spike thought seconds before blacking out entirely.

Spike suspected it must have been an hour later when he came around. The pain was throbbing in his head and as he tried to move his arm he found himself unable to. Spike took his other hand and it trembled slightly as he reached up and felt the sticky blood trickling from a head-wound. Opening his eyes Spike could see the window shattered, barely holding together with a branch from the tree sticking right through it and pinning his arm into the seat. Staring over at Drusilla he saw her staring all around the car in her utter lunacy, whimpering and squealing. Spike gave a moment’s thought as to how long she had been sitting like that. Then ignoring her, Spike grabbed the branch, snapping it with all the anger building up within him, pulling the shard of wood from his arm and wincing in pain as he threw it aside. The pain subsided, and then reigning his anger, Spike finally began to assess the situation.

"Dru, love, what’s wrong?" Trying to calm himself down, he sat still and didn’t look at the woman having a mental fit next to him.

"You let her take him away! You hurt me for her!" She pouted and sat still at last – eyes wide and pleading with him for reasoning.

"I did it for you, pet, for us! To take us away from him, he ruined us, Dru!" Leaning in he cupped her jaw in his hand, the silk of her skin so cold beneath his own. But her eyes were colder still – the love for him had faded. Spike’s eyes bore into Drusilla’s, seeing only the man she had been torn from. Sitting back he growled. "You want him more than me?"

"Tut, tut, Spikey, playing nice with a slayer." She slapped him across the face, the cold sting, drawing a growl from him. "Take me back."

"No!"

Spike glared hard at her now. "Look, Dru, ‘sides the fact that you just impaled my bleeding car – I ain’t going back, not to see that big prancing wanker, and not to see that bloody slayer!" Getting out of the car he slammed the door shut. ‘Bitch!’

Pulling a smoke from his pocket, Spike lit it and began to draw in the intoxicating fumes, sighing as he exhaled. Looking around the location of their current predicament, he caught sight of the road not too far from where they were. Sunrise was not too far off and Spike wondered if they could get to the nearest city before dawn.

Silence filled the car. Drusilla sat still, knowing her baby was hurting.

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It had been three weeks since Sunnydale, and yet Spike was never going to hear the end of it. Drusilla harped on at him constantly and he was sick and tired of hearing about Angelus and the Slayer. Growing weary of his lover’s wandering at night, Spike had started to fly solo too. When he found himself out in the first dark of the day, he was already two bottles of bourbon down and staggering slightly as he not so subtly followed her.

Drusilla wasn’t stupid – she knew he was following, so she lead him into a public place hoping her near drunk stalker wouldn’t cause as big of a scene as he may have done elsewhere. She wasn’t too fond of LA, had hoped to be somewhere else, but without Spike’s car this was where they wound up – and until she found a way out of town, and to severe her ties with him, this was where she would stay.

Entering the small diner, Drusilla was upset to see only a couple of down and outs sitting by the window with food, and the staff loitering behind the counters – not as public as she had hoped. The door was then thrown open and she rolled her eyes turning to see him standing there.

Spike walked in, trying to look cocky and confident, but his slight stumbling threw it off a little. "Looking for your lover, then pet?" He bit out, looking at the vixen standing sheathed in the light of the dim room.

"Are you looking for yours, Spikey?" Drusilla hissed at him, and he knew who she meant – who she always meant, and he cursed himself for ever making the deal. "Why can’t you kill her?" she said so quietly only he could hear her words, and the hurt and anger emanating from her .

"You’re the one who keeps bringing her up." Stalking closer, he glared her up and down preparing himself for a fully blown argument now. "I haven’t said a word about the bloody slayer since we left! She’s miles away, Dru!"

"But you're lying! I can still see her floating all around you, laughing. Why? Why won't you push her away?" Dru asked, reaching out as if to touch him but pulling her hand away and staring him coolly in the eyes, she stood her ground, desperate to break free from the feeble vampire he has become.

"But I did, pet. I did it for you. You keep punishing me. Carrying on with creatures out there!"

"I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes."

"So this is my fault now?" As the argument got more heated one of the young waitresses appeared and stood between them.

"You're all covered with her. I look at you... all I see is the Slayer."

The young waitress piped up seizing her opportunity to break things up "I’m sorry, could we ask you to keep it down please?" she pleaded, scurryingoff to hide with the other waitresses, petrified by the strange couple she had just spoken to.

"I’m leaving." Drusilla said finally, walking past Spike and hitting him hard in the shoulder as she exited the room. Glaring over his shoulder he knew. It was over. Now, forever.

Slumping down into the nearest chair he just sat, minutes passed and the waitresses moved around the room again, most of them scared to go near him. There was one who had been watching everything from across the room. She plucked up the nerve now to go over. Standing by the table, pad in hand, she sighed a little, knowing he too had lost everything. "Hi, I’m Anne, I’ll be your waitress tonight."

"You ever loose the one you love?" his voice was raspy and did not even notice the girl that was standing there beside him.

"Yeah. I left town."

"Doesn’t help."

"I know."

He looked up then - to see Buffy - standing next to him, her eyes dull and her body pale, dressed in a white uniform.

Spike blinked, he could barely believe his eyes as he saw the slayer there before him. He wondered if she was real – or if it was the alcohol that was responsible for the vision he was looking at. It had to be the alcohol, it wasn’t really Buffy, she wasn’t here – it was just as Dru had said, she was all around him. "So, Anne, what’s good here?"

"Apple pie." Buffy sighed as she looked at him. It had been a long time since she had seen anyone she knew and she wondered why he had changed the conversation. But Buffy didn’t care. Sunnydale was not one of her major concerns anymore, and her friends and family that she left behind no longer her business. ‘Anne’ needed to forget that life – pretend she had never left LA, and hide away any existence of being the slayer. And here he it was, living proof – or un-dead proof that she was the slayer.

"I’ll take that then." He said looking her up and down and taking in every scent from her body.

It was Buffy: every detail, every look, the way she stood, the way her hair fell, and her smell – but she wasn’t there. Spike had by now accepted this was her body – but her essence was gone, he was looking at the empty shell of a girl he had once known and fought. A girl that was once his equal in strength was now a weak and frail looking girl in LA – without hope, without happiness, without everything that she once was.

Spike was slouched there in a crummy diner in LA, drunk, alone and ordering from the slayer – and Buffy wondered now how he had ever been so much trouble in Sunnydale. She had overheard the argument with Drusilla – heard how Drusilla had spoke of her – heard how it broke them up. Now they were both broken and alone, and everything was so different – he didn’t seem so viscous and she didn’t seem so heroic.

"Spike…" The words couldn’t come – she had no idea what to say to him, whether or not he cared or not what she had to say, but she wished so much to talk to someone – anyone who could understand, someone who had suffered Angelus and fought to save the world – in a loose sense of fighting to save the world. "It’s on the house." She said at last not sure how to empathise with a demon, and then walked off.

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Closing time. Buffy pulled the blinds closed, switched off all the lights and locked up – moving into the back she switched off the last light and slipped out of the door. She had been desperate for money and worked as many double shifts as she could – took all the hours, but it left her totally wiped; her body drained of all energy and life. She closed the back door behind her and locked it up tight. Slipping the key into her pocket, she moved away.

A trashcan was knocked over next to her but she kept walking. There was a time when her head would have whipped around quicker than a bat of an eye – but now she didn’t care. Whatever was lurking she had lost all emotion to care for the lives that could be saved. Buffy was not ready to make the necessary sacrifices in life to be the slayer. Buffy had died, another slayer had been called – as far as she was concerned her calling was finished. When Kendra’s replacement appeared she could take over in Sunnydale and deal with what was left behind.

A hand grabbed Buffy by the neck then and her body was thrust against the wall with such force that she was sure every bone in her body would break. A set of golden eyes glared wildly at her and fangs menaced as the vampire held her still. With a tear beginning to trickle down her face she let it all go – the last remnants of her now unlived life, and she let her arms fall to her sides. She closed her eyes and let the beast take her.

The fangs grazed her neck, and then pulled away sharply. Buffy’s body dropped suddenly and her legs crumpled as she hit the ground, body slumped against the wall. Seconds later Buffy was grabbed once more and pulled to her feet. Closing her eyes tighter she wished for him to finish it, praying for him to just kill her. "Just do it." She whispered as she opened her eyes to see Spike standing before her now, clinging onto her and holding her up.

Swallowing hard as he saw her crying before him, he realised now that he felt for her, wanted to save her every night and see those eyes… but she would never be the slayer again – she was just going to let it happen; she wanted it. ‘She’s given up’, he told himself.

So close to death and so little left to worry about she now wondered how she could ever live on knowing that she had nothing left. She had never felt so low until the second she thought she was about to perish beneath the fangs of a vampire. It was then she knew she had no life to live, no dreams to fulfil and no one left to love or be loved by. "Why? Why did you save me?" she whimpered, crying even more as the tears rolled down her face and she begged Spike to end her life now once and for all before it could get any worse.

"It was on the house." he said joking with her, and smiling a little.

Looking up at him then, his little comment earned a slight smile and he leant foward to wipe her tears away with his hand. Her life there before him – to be taken if he really wanted, something he had longed for, something he had craved. But now Spike knew he could never bring himself to kill her.

Buffy felt his soft touch as she wept profusely and wondered how Spike could be the one to comfort her in this time and place. Buffy went on to wonder if she would ever have felt so comforted if it had been anyone but Spike. He placed his arms around her then and she sank into his frame. He held her tight against his body as the sobs continued to roll.

Spike really had nowhere else to be, now that Drusilla was well and truly gone – so he had stuck close to the only person he knew in town – and that was Buffy. Spike had stayed outside the diner hoping to see her, question her about what she was doing in LA – it wasn’t like he wanted to go out on a date with her – he just needed someone. So now, here he was, standing in a street with the slayer in his arms and she was practically begging to be killed. Instead Spike settled on walking her back to her home.

They walked in companiable silence, a foot apart and no glances at one another – eyes stayed down the whole way. Spike had no need to watch her, his demon senses just followed her scent and sounds, the slight weeping of blood from her neck helping him further. Buffy was grateful for Spike’s presence there, even if she was unsure why he was there or why she wanted him there – but she was sure that he must be feeling the same.

Arriving at her apartment she entered and looked around the shabby hole – the plain walls, the empty bed, the cell block décor and the bathroom aroma – it didn’t fare highly in expectations but didn’t come at a high cost either. Buffy didn’t bother looking behind her, she knew he was still there. Since arriving in LA this was the first time she had ever felt at home in the city, and having him walking a pace or two behind her was the safest she had ever felt – even knowing her own strength was still somewhere deep within. But Buffy made the call as she turned around and looked at him standing there by the threshold about to turn away. "Spike, come in," she whispered to him, her voice shaking gently as she said it.

Spike looked at her then and wondered why, but entered the room none the less and closed the door behind him. "World never ended," he said at last sitting down on the edge of her bed and casting a slight glance at her. "Well done."

"Looks like I saved your happy meals." She sighed slipping her shoes off, her feet were aching and they had been pinching at her heels all day. "Long day, my feet are killing me," she said as she sat down kicking them aside.

"Wasn’t the feet," he said, wondering how to approach the ‘her nearly getting killed’ topic. He still didn’t know what had compelled him to save her, but he’d done it anyway. Spike wondered now why he hadn’t stuck around to help her in Sunnydale. He knew it could never have made a difference though. It wasn’t the world he cared about now. "He was about to bite you."

"I know," she said hiding her face from him. Buffy felt embarrassed that she had let a vampire do that to her, she felt her face almost flush as she thought about it now – but she didn’t know why she cared. "Thanks for uh – saving me."

"Thanks for the apple pie," he said smiling, meriting a second smile from her that day. Looking at her she yawned a little and he smiled at just how human she really was. Anytime he had ever seen a slayer she had been in her full glory – in the Boxer Rebellion and in New York, the fights were always strong and full blown. Slayers had always seemed demon to him – their dark power was all he had ever seen, even with Buffy and her friends, family and resourcefulness in the field, he had only ever seen her as the Slayer, but here before him now was just a girl. "Get some sleep, you look tired," he said to her.

"Where are you going to go?" He shrugged a little, not really thinking that far into the future. He knew his life was at stake sticking close to a slayer, but also that he really didn’t need to fear her any time soon. "You can uh, you can stick around here if you like. I could make the couch up. I wasn’t exactly planning on guests but uh – if you don’t have anywhere else to be, I could, I could use the company." The words left Buffy’s mouth and it was beyond her how she could even think to ask him to stay in the same room as her; but it wasn’t too long ago she had been wishing for him to kill her. If Spike killed her now, she didn’t care, but she was tired of being alone, tired of going through everything alone. Buffy needed him to stay.

"Couch’ll be just dandy pet," he said. He was dying for a smoke but decided to try and put it off until Buffy was asleep so he could sneak out of the room. She moved toward the bed then and as she did she looked at him for a brief moment, taking in his cool blue eyes and his perfect features. As Spike stood to move away she took his arm lightly in her little hand and looked directly up into his eyes. Spike looked right back into Buffy’s eyes and they stood for a minute like that – just wondering what it meant and how it could be so.

Buffy let her eyes fall, followed by her hand, and the two separated – the tingles still running through her body as she moved from him. Buffy could feel his eyes fall over her, her body blanketed now by his gaze, and she kept her back turned. The soft caress of his hand on her shoulder a moment later felt almost unreal – it felt as though Spike’s gaze itself was reaching out and touching her – but it was Spike, his hand gently holding her shoulder.

"God, slayer, what did this to you?" he asked at last. His question was blunt but she knew it was true. They were both so different now: she was no longer the brave knight and he no longer the towering dragon – and yet they were still equal.

"My calling." She whispered, feeling as though she was on the brink of tears again. Buffy held them back, her eyes now glassy spheres of water as she thought of all the pain her calling had caused in her life. She remembered a time when she had been happy, a time of ignorance and bliss. If Buffy had one wish in the world it would be to go back. She turned to look at him then, his eyes drilling into her. "It killed me."

"You’re still alive," he said, strong and confident. His words had her crumbling before him. Her lip gave in to the quivering and was soon met by salty droplets. "You’re not dead, yet."

Breaking down, her petite fingers clawed at the leather still encasing his strong arms. Buffy felt insignificant compared to the strength Spike had just shown in his words. She remembered a time when she was powerful, and not as vulnerable to her emotions. But her shield had given way in Sunnydale and the pain had slowly seeped through, the agony slowly killing her, and now she was sure of it: she was dead inside.

Buffy’s body hardened and she pulled herself away from Spike. His arm was outstretched still as if making sure she could stand. Drawing back the tears, she looked up at him. She could see the quest for answers mapped across Spike’s features: from the arched brow to the quizzical eyes.

Spike looked across her tear stricken face and wondered if she knew how long she had clung to him sobbing. He gulped a little, knowing that his words had fallen on deaf ears. Spike could sense Buffy’s true resolve as he saw her eyes dull.

"Look slayer, you’re going to bloody well listen to me." His harsh words caught her attention right away. Her once greying eyes now lighting with fire at his audacity to speak to her in that tone after her breakdown. "You’re not dead." His words rang out bolder than before, and she struggled to ignore the impact.

"Aren’t I?" Buffy cursed herself for giving into Spike. She bit her lip back and closed her eyes.

"No." This time his stern tone had vacated and was replaced by concern. Buffy opened her eyes and was met with the glaring sincerity in Spike’s.

"I have nothing left."

"What ‘bout those mates of yours, ones that were always getting in my way – and how ‘bout your mum, she was nice."

Laughing Buffy looked up at him. "You were there Spike, you heard what she said – told me if I left I was never to go back. She doesn’t want a slayer for a daughter, doesn’t want me for a daughter."

"Bet she misses you."

Spike knew where to hit Buffy: her friends, and her family. Buffy wasn’t ready to admit that she missed them too. "Okay, look, Doctor Spike, I don’t know when you went all chat show on me, but what about you? What did this to you? Since when was pep talking a slayer part of the vampire job description?"

"You did this to me!" Spike scoffed. ‘Bitch knows damn well what happened,’ he thought before spitting out the rest. "You were there too, remember that love? You heard what Dru said to me. Sunnydale did this to me. Sunnydale with you, and that bleeding bastard that showed up. And now? Yeah, I’m helping you, ‘cause you’re all I’ve got left."

She laughed again and shook her head a little. "You’re a killer."

"Well, yeah." he said looking at her, he was unsure where she was going now, or what she was really getting at. "So are you, love. I kill your kind and you kill my kind."

"You kill innocent people."

"Didn’t have a problem letting me leave Sunnydale – what did you think I was just going to retire from the killing front second I left town? Been killing since before you were born, and I’ll go on killing; it’s how I live pet."

"God, I can’t believe I am even here entertaining you, I should be – god! I should be fighting you or killing you!"

"Fine. Go on! Give it your best shot. Not like I got much to live for now is it? Not got Dru, not got anywhere to go, lost my bleeding car to a tree; and I’m stuck in this god forsaken city bunking with the sodding slayer! You really think I have any reason to go on living? ‘Sides the alcohol and the smokes I got nothing in life I want." He edged closer to her. "So just sodding well do it if you’re going to." He growled into her ear at last, lingering right in front of her, his eyes piercing into her own.

Buffy lunged forward then and attacked him with her lips, forcing them to his and kissing Spike. He stepped back at first from shock of her sudden movement but then wrapped his arm around her body and held her closer, forcing his mouth tighter onto hers. Spike at last felt her strength as they fused together in their kiss, his mouth prying hers open and their tongues meeting in a familiar battle. Her gasps for breath their only pauses as the kiss went on.

Buffy hadn’t intended on kissing him when she invited him in, but she couldn’t help herself. She had always known he was gorgeous and always admired him from afar – but it wasn’t his looks that drew her to him tonight – it was his strength, his being. She had fought with him and recognized her attraction to him in Sunnydale. But here and now it was his vulnerability that she felt. In Sunnydale they had been warriors, but here they are free of weapons, of armour, of strings, they were open, unguarded and alone and their defences down – Slayer and Vampire standing together, embraced and totally exposed in this new light of day.

Picking Buffy up Spike lay her down on the bed gently and moved over her – she trembled beneath him, her body practically shaking as he moved over her. The smell of the leather, the smoke and the alcohol buzzing her senses. The taste still in her mouth and she wasn’t ready to give it up as she grasped his neck and held him close for another taste.

His corpse was now breathing life into her. All her senses awakened- her eyes taking in his figure, his scent praying on her, his taste devouring her, his growling sending shivers through her ears. And his touch – his touch sent her blood throbbing through every vein in her body – brought every muscle back to life, tensing and living once again. His touch made her heart thump harder than it had done for so long – and God, his touch made her body react and move as though she really were alive once more.

They continued to kiss passionately. Spike had Buffy pinned beneath him, and he knew he could take her now if he wanted – but he just kissed her, just held her body beneath him, the warmth an unusual sensation but he thrived on it and felt it radiate through his skin to warm even his own blood.

Parting from her then, Spike looked down on her –her golden locks flowing over the bed, her eyes green and full once more, her body beautiful beneath him. "God, Buffy I need you." The words slipped from his mouth before he knew what he had said. Having shocked himself, he edged back a little, but she was smiling. He looked at her again to make sure – and sure enough her lips were curved into a slight smile as she lay there.

"Is that part of the vampire job description?" she asked, smiling wider – joking with the man looking down at her. Whatever was going on between them it was wrong – and she knew it – but it didn’t stop her having feelings for him, and it didn’t stop her wanting him, or stop her from repeating the words to him. "I think I need you, too." That was all Spike needed.

Grabbing her wrists Spike pinned them down on the pillow and slid in to kiss Buffy again, this time her legs slightly wrapping around his body. Trailing his hands down her arms and onto her body he ran them right down to her thighs and then back up again, slipping them under her top and holding her waist – then before she knew it her whole top was being pulled off over her head and flung aside. Her heart was jumping. Spike was so sudden and brash that she was quite taken aback by his force and passion. But Buffy needed him, she needed to be with him, to have his strength envelope her so she could find her own.

Spike’s mouth was kissing down her body now – trailing wet kisses over her chest and neck. Then she practically jumped as she felt his hands sliding up the inside of her thighs, under her overall from work and right up to her underwear, it was so fast and sudden that she thought he could probably tell she was shocked right as his fingers slipped under the material and toward her core.

Spike had killed slayers and enjoyed it, but this was something new: being with a slayer. He was dying to rip every piece of clothing from her body and to tear into her, make her scream all night and beg him for more. But Spike found he cared for her, and knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He could tell he was being forward, knew she was still young and figured she hadn’t been with many men – but Spike assumed if she had a problem with him, he’d have known about it by now. He slipped two digits into her centre. Feeling her wetness, he forced his fingers deeper inside of her and felt her walls tighten around him as a slight gasp escaped her lips.

Spike ripped her underwear from her then, and moved down her body. Prying her thighs wider apart he moved lower, kissing her thighs slightly and nipping her skin with his teeth. Buffy was moving her hips now in rhythm to his fingers and could tell he was approaching her. She felt nervous and tense, but he gently parted her folds and took her into his mouth. Her body arched up a little as the touch of his tongue made her moan.

Buffy tensed a little at Spike’s presumptuous actions with her, the way he took her so boldly, but allowed him to do as he pleased. Her nervousness was clouding over with excitement and pleasure. She had never been with anyone besides Angel, and they had never done anything other than in that one night. So it felt alien to her for Spike to be handling her like this, as though she was his, as though he could do anything to her.

Buffy was tensing further now and she pushed all thoughts from her system. The pleasure built more and more, her breath ragged, and her voice whimpering and moaning softly. Her orgasm was rippling through her under the surface and was much more intense than she had felt before, her body felt as though she was crashing down with extreme bliss – and as she came she couldn’t stop the scream of his name.

The sound of her scream echoed through Spike, making him harder than he had been before. Before she could move, he had slipped his fingers deftly out of her passage and had thrust his other hand down on her neck pinning her to the bed. Growling Spike moved between her legs. Pulling Buffy’s body to his lap with his hand wrapped around her neck, he could feel her begin to struggle against his grasp, but it only made him worse. Forcing his lips onto hers then, she tried not to kiss him. It felt wrong and she couldn’t bring herself to do it at first. But as he pulled her body further toward him, she could feel his cock pressed right into her, trapped by his tight jeans, and her eyes opened wide a little taken aback by this. Buffy gave herself to him then. Her body wilted allowing herself just to react to him. Spike had made her feel alive again, brought back any shred of life she had – and she knew she needed it.

Spike’s hands unbuttoned her work overall, to show her covered breasts. Moving his mouth down her body he kissed her chest, feeling her heart thud beneath the surface, her blood move through her body. As he licked along her breast he let his tooth graze her enough to allow for a few trickles of blood – wetting his tongue on the blood sent his senses buzzing, the slayer’s blood was so strong and sweet, and the best aphrodisiac a vampire could have. Slipping his hands around Buffy’s back he unclasped her bra, freeing the material and allowing him to slip it away. Seeing her rosy nipples hard beneath him, he let his tongue roll down onto one, circling it a little before taking it into his mouth and nibbling slightly.

Buffy felt herself held by him, and his touch made her jump as though she had been shocked by electricity. His cool hands felt so good as they moved over her skin, from her back to her waist, just holding her body to him. He was strong and more powerful than Angel could ever have been with her, and though his every move surprised her she let her body flow with his, moving to his every whim and obeying his desires. Buffy allowed him access to every point of her body, and felt herself swell with passion for him.

Spike laid her down beneath him. Buffy’s overalls weren’t even fully off, her bra still attached to her arms, and her body strewn beneath him, legs spread allowing him to force himself down on her so powerfully she could feel him- his every muscle, every point of strength, everything that made him Spike. He unzipped his jeans then and released himself and soon his flesh was against her. She gasped and looked up into his eyes.

Buffy and Spike held their gaze for a moment, realising they were crossing a line here, but desperately needing each other. She reached her hand out and touched his arm, holding him slightly and his muscles tensed beneath her touch. Slipping his own hand down to her centre he guided himself in, moving into her just a little to see her throw her head back and feel her hand tighten around his arm. Then, he drove himself into her so rough and hard he was sure he had ripped her open – and she screamed as he forced himself into her.

Spike pushed himself into her again forcing in deeper. Buffy’s legs wrapped around him now, her body arching up into his allowing him to go deeper still. He thrust into her again and again, rough and hard, making her scream and grab his body, her nails digging into his skin. Buffy held him now – pulled him to her and kissed him so ardently that her screams were lost. Their passion was all that was left as they rocked into one another. Spike drove into her over and over until she finally went over the edge, biting her lip until it bled. Spike captured her mouth in his and he kissed her, tasting the blood swirling in his mouth. Driving himself into her one last time he spilled into her, coming with a force he’d never known before. He kissed her still, not letting go of her mouth even as they lay there together in stillness. The night soon faded, and both vampire and slayer lay next to one another now, fearlessly and almost lovingly intertwined.