I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
Garth Brooks

When I woke later that day I was still wrapped around her soft and warm body. Her bottom nestled against me. My arm wrapped around her middle. Shifting I moved back so I could watch her sleep. A soft sigh fell from her lips as she rolled onto her back following me across the bed. I moved a strand of her hair from her face. And gently traced her face with my fingertips.

For some reason I found the movements of her body fascinating. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she inhaled and exhaled. The way her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as she dreamed. Her gentle snore as she shifted again toward me. I laid my hand on her chest to feel the beating of her heart. Its rhythm slow and steady not like when we had made love last night. Then it had been a runaway train out of control. Moving slightly I caressed the outline of her breast with my fingers. Then rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and a soft sigh broke the silence of the room. My hand moved down her stomach pushing the sheet aside to allow me room to roam. Glancing back up at her to make sure she was still sleeping I gently began to tickle her. My fingers barely touching her made paths across her skin. Goosebumps appeared in the wake of my exploration. Leaning forward I licked the side of her breast up across to her nipple. I took it into my mouth sucking it into hard responsiveness. I

She moved beneath me. Suddenly she was awake and pushing me from her. As I moved back to give her room I was suddenly slapped hard.

"You son of a bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Buffy sat up pulling the covers over her body.

"Making love to you. Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot. I was trying to fuck you." She winced at my words but I didn't care. My hand went to cover the cheek that was still burning. My pride was hurt more than anything.

Buffy shook the sleep from her and looked around the room then back at me. Her breathing began to return to normal as she became more aware. She reached for me and I pulled back away from her. What kind of fucking games was she playing?

"Spike, I'm sorry. I was asleep and everything has happened so fast. I woke up to you…touching me." She scooted closer to me. "Come on you have to admit it's kinda strange for us to be like this. In the same bed. Being lovers."

She reached out a hand to pull me close to her. To kiss me.

"Forgive me." Just a soft whisper against my mouth.

My anger was forgotten as her lips soft and urgent kissed me over and over. Her tongue darted into my mouth begging for me to play. She plastered her body to mine. Her hands kneaded my back pulling me back down to the bed with her. She gave a soft sigh of satisfaction when I started to kiss her back. My hands began to roam the body that I had taken yesterday but didn't really learn. She was so soft to the touch but I could feel her muscles rippling beneath the surface. There was a strength there that I admired.

I broke contact with her mouth and started a trail to her breasts. Her nipples puckered beneath my mouth and fingers. One hand moved between her legs stroking her spot making her wet for me. She bucked against my invading fingers. Crying out to me for more. My mouth moved down her belly kissing and licking. Finally I was between her legs.

Her scent bathed me telling me of her need. She moaned and moved restlessly beneath me. I reached out my tongue and lapped at her. Then separated her folds to find her need. Sucking at it, then licking it, then nipping it. Buffy began to make keening sounds that became louder with each stroke of my tongue. I shifted and went as deep into her as I could. Licking her inner walls then back to her clit. I kept building her tension until she was crying with pleasure. Then I stopped for a few seconds.

"Spike, Oh God, don't stop, please."

Her hips moved off the bed seeking me out. Her hands entwined in my hair pulling me to her. I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her and returned to administering to her pleasure with my tongue. I smiled as she kept begging me to give her release. A few last strokes and she was cumming around me.

I moved away from her sex and up and over her body. Her eyes were closed and her breath heavy as I looked down into her glistening face. My hand moved between our bodies guiding me to her.

"Buffy, open your eyes."

She looked up at me as I surged forward and entered her. She gave a small gasp as I filled her still shuddering walls. Her hands moved to my waist holding me as I started to thrust into her. Angling myself so that I could tease her with each move. I never broke contact with her eyes. I wanted her to know who was giving her this pleasure. Who was the one here loving her. We moved together toward fulfillment. My thrusting became quicker as her breathing became more of a pant. As she came undone I let myself go. Collapsing against her as we found bliss together. Then I rolled over bringing her with me. She lay on top of me as I gently stroked her back.

As we lay there quietly the things that happened yesterday started to return to my mind. I wanted to talk about my being able to hurt her without pain. Whether the fault lay with the chip or with her. I wanted to explain to her about Dru and why I had been gone. But I couldn't find the words to start. At the time it didn't seem to matter as much as holding her.

Eventually, she moved and scooted off the bed. She pulled on her robe as she moved toward the ladder that led upstairs. Stopping briefly she turned to me.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Do you want to come upstairs with me?"

After she had fixed herself a sandwich and I had gotten myself a glass of blood we moved to sit on opposite ends of the couch. She ate her sandwich slowly never looking at me. But every once in a while her eyes would dart my way. Maybe she had been right and we had moved too fast. I had only been back two days. And already we were lovers. Living together.

She didn't have to return to work until the next day. We spent the rest of that day and the next at the crypt. Slowly we became used to each other. Marking out our space. Sometimes I felt like it was a dream. That I was going to wake up on that damn cargo ship to Europe. But I didn't. I was there and so was Buffy. And so was the heat between us. It seemed the more we gave into it the hotter it became.

During the next day I learned every curve of her body. Every spot that would make her sigh. Every spot that would make her scream. Sometimes our coming together was rough and sometimes it was gentle. And there was hardly a surface in my crypt that wasn't baptized by us. And I never have figured out who exactly was trying to keep up with whom. She was as eager as me. Like once it was unleashed there was no controlling her. And I ate it up. The power of having the Slayer as my lover was heady. The sound of Buffy screaming my name in ecstasy was humbling. I had told her once I was her willing slave and it wasn't any truer than now.

The next day when she had to return to work I gave her a ride in and then returned to pick her up. As far as I was concerned she was mine now. And therefore was my responsibility to take care of. While she worked I went to play poker with the guys. To visit with Clem and catch up on my side of the tracks. Clem had figured I would throw Buffy out when I got back. He was surprised to find I had told her she could stay. It was a strange combination for a vampire and a slayer to be living together.

It didn't sit too well with a lot of the demons I knew. But they could be damned as far as I was concerned. But their words of being a traitor echoed in my ear. I had first been called that when I started killing my own kind and now in living with the enemy. They just didn't understand. And I really didn't fit in with them anymore. It was like I was drifting in this limbo somewhere between humanity and the demon world. Not really belonging in either. At the time I really didn't pay it any mind. Maybe I should have. Might have saved some grief. But I was quickly learning not to question just to let things be. I was afraid if I rocked the boat it would all fall apart and she would be gone.