A soft moan slipped from her throat and she woke up.

But it wasn’t a dream after all.

It was Spike. She was held against him, wrapped in the comforter, while he kissed her thoroughly. Regretfully he pulled back leaving only a breath between them.

“Now?” He whispered.

She nodded slowly wondering what time it was but didn’t want to ask so as he moved her onto her back she looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was early enough. She didn’t have to be at the college for almost three hours. It was then that she realized Angel wasn’t in the bed with them. It was only her and Spike.

Spike who had pulled the comforter from between them and was now snuggling against her so they were flesh to flesh. His lips thoroughly nibbling on her neck and his hands that caressed her body.

This wasn’t to complete an agreement and this wasn’t to please Angel or to include Angel. It was only Spike and her and this feeling between them. There were no excuses. There was only the truth of her wanting Spike.

And as he suckled at her breast and his hand slipped between her legs she gave in. She wanted this with him and the pleasures he could bring her and as her mother said ‘damn everyone’. So, she opened her legs a little further and he grunted in satisfaction as his fingers slipped further in.

This time she didn’t want to just lie there. She wanted to give him the ecstasy that he brought her. Not knowing where to begin she moved her hands to his back and let one of them drift over his shoulders till she held his head to her breast. Slowly she moved her fingers over his flesh taking in the texture and smoothness of his back and the soft curls that was his morning hair. A fingernail slowly outlined his ear and he twitched in response making her smile.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

He was there giving into her request. Kissing her time after time while alternately sucking on her lips and for a moment she lost her mind to the feelings before she remembered her goal and pushed back on his shoulders. She used her body weight to roll them until he was the one on his back and then she got nervous.

You can do this, Buffy. Just do what he does to you and see what happens.

She tore her lips from his only to rain kisses along his jaw and as he turned his head to give her better access she nipped the tender flesh under his ear and made her way down to his neck. Her tongue ran slowly over where Angel had marked him the night before as his fingers dug into her hips.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, Love, only feels like liquid lightening.”

“So, poetic,” she murmured as she licked it again and slowly sucked on it while Spike moved restlessly below her. She continued her trail of suckling kisses across his chest until she found a nipple. As her fingers played with the few hairs she encountered she flicked her tongue across the nub before pulling on it lightly with her teeth. His fingers tangled in her hair pulling her closer to him and she suckled on it making him moan.

“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged.

But it was time to explore some more and she moved on. Down across his stomach peppering light kisses before the hand in her hair pulled her slightly to his side.

“Right there on the hip. Love bites.”

She bit gentle on his side right above his hip and he arched up toward her as she slipped her hand under him so she could knead his bottom. She loved the contrasting feelings of his body that was so soft yet angled in its hardness. He kept encouraging her but yet she could feel the restraint he was using for her. She had seen him primitive and had felt the untamed passion he could have but for now this was good. Carefully she stored away his responses and encouragements to use for the day when it wasn’t soft and sweet. As Buffy thought about the day he had practically attacked her in the hotel room an ache screamed between her legs that only he could fill.

Covering him quickly she kissed him with all the need that her body was demanding and he didn’t fail her as he met her halfway.

“Now,” she whispered but she faltered as he started to turn her. “What are you doing?”

“Going to please you. Trust me.”

So, she did and found herself propped on pillows, half lying, with her leg curled up as he molded himself to her back. He laid kisses along her shoulder as she felt him situate them and then he was at her entrance and her fingers kneaded the pillow in her need. Slowly he rocked, dipping, seeking, and teasing so that he entered her so slowly that she was completely relaxed at his invasion. His hands moved along her legs, caressing her side, tickling her belly and massaged her breasts. There was no pain this time, no tension; only what he was doing to her.

“You like this, Pet; do you like how this feels?” Spike whispered as his tongue drifted along the shell of her ear and she dropped her head back onto his shoulder. “You do like it. Do you want more?”

“More,” she requested in a ragged breath. Buffy wasn’t sure what she wanted. The aching need between her legs was only partially satisfied by his gentle motions. Her body instinctively rocked back using her bent leg for leverage, pushing and meeting him until he was completely sheathed inside of her. “Yes,” she sighed as he filled and stretched her so deliciously.

This time when he chuckled she didn’t even wonder why because there was a smile curled on her lips that wanted to plunge into giddy giggles at the sensations her body was producing. Her hand covered his on her breast pressing him closer to the soft mound.

“Hold on, Love.” He commanded before he pulled out of her then plunged all the way in again. “Yes, so ready this time, so soft and hot and so willing.”

The rhythm was hard and fast and Buffy found herself grunting every time he filled her and hit sensitive flesh with each impact. She moved against him, twisting until she was on her knees and he was curled over her. Nothing mattered and she pushed away the thought that somehow she shouldn’t be doing this and that she was wrong to react like this. Her body moved of its own accord driving her to fulfill this fire as she rocked with him. His hands held her hips helping her, holding her, driving into her and she felt the sweat running across her bottom and down her thighs.

“Spike, Spike, please,” she begged in this insanity for him to help her find her way because she was quickly becoming lost.

He answered her as his hand moved between her legs to find her swollen nubbin, rubbing it in time to his thrusts until she screamed and collapsed unable to hold herself up anymore. Still he moved in her as his hand covered hers on the bed, squeezing her and reassuring her. Spike tensed as he found his own end then curled around her. He held her softly as she came down, stroking her back tenderly.

Buffy kissed his hand still holding hers.

The atmosphere in the room changed and she looked up to find Angel standing in the doorway. Anger etched on his face as he coldly looked at them before turning to leave them alone again.

She felt her stomach heave as guilt hit her. Angel’s face was joined by her mother and Giles and her friends in her mind all showing their disappointment and disapproval in her choices. Quickly she crawled out from under Spike as she ran toward the bathroom fighting the tears.

“God damn it,” Spike muttered behind her and there was even more guilt for hurting him.

~~~~~~~

He followed the sounds of furniture being moved to the room that Angel had picked out for Buffy. It was a corner room that had two walls of window that would receive the morning sun. Angel didn’t want her to always be lurking in the shadows in order to be with them. When she was alone here she could wake up bathed in sunlight.

When Spike walked into the room, Angel was shoving the bed against the far wall.

“You know she is going to end up never being able to have sex again,” he said even as he came to help Angel.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“All day yesterday she got guilt trips laid…”

“You talk as if I don’t know this.”

They both stood to glare at the other but Spike refused to back down.

“Then why did you do that? She cried when she was in the shower then ran out of here so fast that we’ll be lucky if she comes back at all.”

“She’ll be back. It just…I walked in and she was crying out your name and it hurt.” Angel finally spit out while staring at a picture on the wall.

Spike looked at Angel knowing he was in pain and he stepped forward to wrap his arms around him. His Sire froze for a moment unused to this simple act of comfort. There had been moments of affection between that hadn’t led to sex but nothing like this. Spike just held him tighter until he slowly relaxed and returned the hug. A hand was run through blonde tresses and a kiss to his cheek to offer his gratitude before they stepped apart again.

“What’s the game plan?” Spike asked. He knew the moment wouldn’t ever be mentioned again and it was all right because in the end Angel hadn’t pushed him away.

The brunette stepped away to gesture at the floor. “There’s hardwood floor under this carpet. Thought we’d rip it up, polish the floor and get her some rugs to put down instead of carpeting.”

“Sounds good. Going to leave this furniture in here or get something else.”

“This furniture but we’ll need to get new sheets and a comforter that is more Buffy though.”

“But stuff we won’t mind visiting on.”

Angel grinned, “Yeah.”

Spike returned the smile. It was definitely going to be interesting when they all had their own rooms. Then the games of musical beds could really start and he felt his cock stir in anticipation.

~~~~~~~

The room was large, dusty and at the far end was french doors that led out into the garden and the one wall was covered in mirrors. There were two large chandeliers on each end and Buffy wrinkled her nose at the musty smell but with a sigh she stepped into the room carrying the broom. It had to be cleaned somewhat before Giles got here in an hour. She started at the far end and slowly swept the dust toward the center of the room.

By the time Angel walked into the room she was running the broom over the mirrors removing the cobwebs. It was his footsteps that signaled his arrival as he walked across the wood of the floor.

“Did you ever clean this room?”

“Never had a need to it’s been closed since I moved in. Wasn’t going to throw any parties.”

She shrugged as she remembered what he had done this morning and the hurt returned and anger for him lying to her. He had said it was all right that she and Spike could be together when they wanted and then he made her feel guilty for it.

“Buffy, I was wrong this morning for making it seem like you had done something wrong.” Angel hesitated for a moment then sighed. “Because you didn’t do anything you weren’t supposed to. It was just a shock to walk in on you and him together like that. I’m not used to it.”

“It still makes me a little jealous to see the two of you together. The first morning when I heard the two of you in the shower I felt like Spike was taking what was mine.”

”I wish I could give you that.”

“So, do I.”

He pulled her to him as she wrapped her arms around him and he placed a small kiss to the top of her head. Tears filled her eyes as she held him because it should have been just the two of them but it wasn’t and it never would be. It wouldn’t do any good to dwell on what could never be and she pulled away from him.

“So, have you ever gone to parties in rooms like these?”

“Yes, I have. They were called balls though. Grand affairs with everyone dressed in their fanciest fashionable clothes. They were very uptight boring things mostly.”

It was a whim but she didn’t care if she looked foolish as she held her hand out to him.

“Dance with me?”

Thankfully he took her hand and tugged her toward him. He guided her to the correct position for a waltz and started to move through the steps.

“I love you, Buffy.”

“I love you, too.”