Building Bridges

By PassionFish

"Now, you NEVER patrol here." Buffy whispered to herself as she entered the woods near the edge of town.

For some reason her feet had carried her to all secluded areas that Sunnydale had to offer. So far she'd been able to give herself a reason for the beach, the hills looking over the motorway to LA and the woods at the other end of town.

*Having said that I have staked five vampires so not too much guilt, hey? * She almost convinced herself until she recalled her reason to be away from the town.

She stopped as she heard struggling about a hundred meters to her left. She took off at a quick jog, thankful for the distraction from the direction by which her thoughts were headed.

_-_-_

"Where the fuck are you Slayer?" Spike growled quietly into the night as he moved through the woodland.

He'd been looking for her for nearly two hours. The bronze. The university campus. The watcher's house. Most of the graveyards.

He had considered leaving it for a few days until he saw her but when the very thought of being buried inside her gave him a raging hard on that nothing would subdue he decided that for his own sanity he had to have her as soon as the sun set.

He was about to try the beach when his vampire senses twitched in time for his to deliver a sharp back kick to the commando behind him.

The soldier's gun fell to the ground meters behind him and he scrambled for it but the vampire kicked him in the stomach. Spike hauled him to his feet, about to sink his fangs into the man's neck when he shouted. He cried out a name and three other commandos’ came out of the trees, each one firing a blast of electricity at the vampire.

The unconscious vampire fell to the ground, his body still shaking, and dropped the commando, his head cracking on a tree root knocking him out. The three remaining men closed in on them. One moved to lift up the fallen soldier the other moving to collect their bounty.

Buffy delivered a sharp sidekick to the back of one head, rendering the man unconscious. Her other leg shot out kicking the gun out the second's hands as she threw her full strength into her right hand. The punch sent the man flying into a tree meters away, knocking him out as well.

The slayer turned to the final threat who had just dropped his friend, and was currently attempting to load his gun. Buffy kicked him in the balls and he bent down to cup himself she grabbed his head; slammed her knee into his face rendering him unconscious.

Buffy looked around at the strewn commando-dressed guys before finally on the blond vampire. She hastily moved to his side, kneeing by his head as fear encompassed her.

"Spike?" She said, running her hand across his cheek.

When one of the commando's stirred slightly she realised the danger of their position. Using her slayer strength she hooked her arms under his knees and behind his back and lifted him up.

She looked worriedly up at the sky and then around the wood. All she could see was trees. *The sun'll be up soon. *

The same commando groaned just as Buffy spotted a cave on the horizon. She hurried off toward the cave that she hoped was big enough for the both of them and would hide Spike from the sunlight.

***

Spike awoke slowly, gingerly opening his eyes. He closed them quickly as the pain in his head increased.

Allowing his true face to take over he surveyed his surroundings. He was lying on a cold, hard floor - a cave, he supposed. His head was on something soft and warm. Spike inhaled and frowned as the scent of the slayer hit his senses. There was a steady beat rolling around the room.

*Her heartbeat. * He thought, placing the gentle sound.

He sat up with a little difficulty and slowly opened his eyes. He slowly turned over his wrist. It was midday. He glanced at the entrance and noted that the sun barely brushed the entrance meaning that he should be safe.

Buffy sighed in her sleep and the vampire turned his attention to her. Why was she here? *Why the fuck am I here?!*

All he remembered was looking for the slayer with the intention of shagging her brains out. And then being about to eat some bloke. Then a lot of fucking pain.

*And waking up in her lap. * He thought, his eyes moving to the slayer. She was sat against the stone wall, her legs straight out in front of her. There was a stake next to her - ironic since a vampire's head had been right next to it.

"That can't be comfortable." He murmured to himself.

He removed his leather jacket and spread it out on the floor away from the sun. He gently lifted the slayer in his arms, placing her carefully on the make shift bed. The replete Slayer didn't even wake at the movement.

When his headache came back in full force and all he felt was drowsy he eyed the opening to the cave one last time before deciding it was definitely safe. He lay next to the slayer. Buffy's leg brushed against his and he could feel her warmth through his jeans. He groaned slightly, pulling the slayer into his arms; adoring her small heated body next to his.

Buffy's arm flopped over his chest with the movement and in her sleep she slipped one of her legs in between his. She sighed, snuggling into the crook of his arm.

*It's only so she doesn't get cold. * The vampire told himself just before sleep claimed him.

***

Buffy woke up around five hours later. Since she'd only gone to sleep a few hours before the vampire had woken up she'd slept longer then she normally did - her body attempting to recuperate for the very late night.

She blinked a few times before becoming aware of her surroundings. She was kinda cold - well, there was a draft coming from the direction her feet were pointing. She was half on top of someone who had no heartbeat.

Before her 'slayer' could stress her out she remembered the previous night and snuggled closer into the embrace.

*Wait a minute, why am I on him? * She asked herself, a frown forming between her eyebrows.

As Spike's arms tightened around her, pulling her further into his surprisingly gentle embrace the slayer decided she didn't care and closed her eyes again.

_-_-_

Moments later they shot back open. *How the hell am I going to explain this to...well, ANYONE?!?* The reality of her situation sunk in as she realised that she'd been gone, from her dorm room, from her home. Hadn't called anyone, hadn't attended any classes.

"Oh shit!" She murmured, collecting her thoughts. "I gotta go..." She whispered to the air and began to get up.

As soon as she was about to get off the coat-like-bed a strong, cold hand gripped her wrist and tugged her back down. She landed on top of Spike and before she could say anything the vampire pulled her lips to his.

His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring its contours. The kiss was softer then any they'd shared - tender, as though their lips were meeting for the first time.

Buffy moved her legs either side of his waist, leaning her weight on her knees as she moved her hands to hold his face as they kissed. Spike trailed his hands down her shoulders, her back, and her waist. They skimmed her buttocks, moving down the backs of her thighs. As they passed the hem of her skirt they slid up it, grasping her ass as she rocked against him.

Buffy moaned and ground herself down into his erection. Spike growled deep within his chest and began removing the slayer of her clothing as she divested him of his. Once all their clothing lay in a pile beneath them Spike gently lay Buffy down on the makeshift bed.

He smiled gently at her and ducked his head to kiss her, moving so he lay half over her. He heard Buffy moan and smiled into the kiss, trailing his hand from her hair to her naked body, running down to play with her breasts before finding her warmth. She mewled into his kiss as he brought to orgasm and she broke away from his lips to breath his name as she tumbled over.

He kissed and licked his way down her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat, smiling at the low moan of pleasure that fell from her lips at his actions. Moving lower, he caught first one nipple then the other in between his teeth, sucking on each one, before moving his mouth away, nibbling on the ends.

He was about to move lower when she flipped them so that she was on top. He groaned as her wet, hot body rubbed erotically against his rock hard shaft. She blazed her way down his body, using her tongue and teeth to tease him. Spike hissed as she slid her hot mouth over his cock, sucking slightly before moving out, grazing him with her teeth. She repeated her actions, each time tightening the pressure of her lips, until he exploded in her mouth.

Flashing colours shot passed Spike's tightly closed lids as he thrust up, trying not to hurt her. Swallowing quickly, she moved him out of her completely, moving up his body to capture his lips again, forcing him to taste himself. He lowered his hand, positioning himself at her opening before thrusting up into her, both gasping in pleasure as Buffy's muscles tightened around him. Continuing to kiss him, Buffy moved up and down, loving the position and the feeling she got out of it - feeling him fill her completely each time she lowered her self on him.

It didn't take long for them to both give in and go over the edge, each with their lover's name upon their lips. Collapsing fatigued on Spike's chest, Buffy closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his cool fingertips trailing patterns on her back.

***

It had grown dark by the time the lover's had left the safety of the cave and they slowly made their way out of the forest. At the edge of the collection of trees, Spike tugged on the hand that was in his and pulled the slayer to him. His mouth came down on hers and she moaned pushing her body up against his.

They reluctantly parted, Spike to hunt and Buffy to think of a cover story.

Both for her absence and the mark on her neck.

***

Buffy had arrived 'home' to a cacophony of concern. After having solved her second problem by buying a rather beautiful red scarf on the way home, she decided to stick to as close to the truth as possible.

She'd met the commando guys. They tried to zap her. She got away. She fell. (Little fallacy) She hit her head, felt dizzy and spent the night in a out of reach cave. Sorry.

Buffy sighed in relief as Willow finally pulled Xander away, giving the slayer some time to re-group. She was this close to knocking Xander out. Honestly, he was getting like a parent what with all his accusatory questioning. "Wanker." Buffy growled under her breath, then jumped, startled by the knocking on the front door.

She crossed the room and accepted the thin-stemmed red rose and folded slip of paper with a frown and thanked the delivery boy and shut the door. Moving back to her bed she lifted the rose petals to her nose, inhaling the delicate fragrance as she unfolded the note, examining the unfamiliar hand.

She frowned then smiled and moved to retrieve her shower things, intent on washing before she left. The note was replaced on the bed, the flower just next to it.

Sunnydale Hotel.

I know you don't have classes tomorrow.

Room 48. Forth floor.

Midnight.

***

Buffy sighed and straightened down the thin satin dress that hung around her body. She'd left a note for Willow saying she'd be at her mother's and not to worry before leaving the dorms.

The surprisingly impressive hotel loomed before her. She took a step, then paused before cursing her anxiety and walking into the foyer. She gratefully noted that there was no hotel staff about, ready to deny her access, and headed for the elevator.

The doors pinged open on the forth floor and Buffy stepped out into the carpeted hallway. The glanced at the door in front of her and then to her left before determining that 48 must be down the hallway to the right.

The slayer raised her hand to knock on the door and then jumped slightly as a soft kiss was placed on her neck just above the scarf by cool, firm lips. One leather-covered arm wrapped itself around her waist while the other hand moved to unlock the door as he continued to kiss her neck.

Spike pushed open the door, silently urging the slayer to walk in before closing it behind them. He dropped the keys and his jacket on the table by the door before pulling the slayer into his arms. As his mouth met hers', he lifted one hand to unwind the silk from Buffy's neck. It fell soundlessly to the floor, forgotten as the vampire lifted the slayer in his arms and carried her to the bed.

***

Buffy smiled peacefully and snuggled back in her sleep. Spike kissed the top of her head, pulling her further into his embrace, possessively enclosing her body with his own.

It was three am. Nearly two hours until sun-up. If Spike thought about it, Sunnydale probably wasn't the best place for a vampire to live. What with the late sun downs and early sun-ups. Why would one want to come here, never mind return?

The slayer moaned his name in her sleep, holding his arms tighter around her body, and he smiled.

"This is a pretty good reason." He murmured, and ducked his head pressing a kiss to the fresh bite mark on her neck. He couldn't believe that she actually let him bite her, never mind actually bare her neck for him.

His eyes roamed her neck, wondering why he felt no desire to drain her. Surely, having tasted her blood (which was sweeter than any other slayer) the demon inside him would have wanted to at least.

But no. The demon just seemed sated with the knowledge his mark was on her neck. No part of that made sense. Or at least not the sense he was ready to admit.

***

Buffy sighed contentedly as the hard spray massaged down her back, warming her fatigued body. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the cool tiled shower unit.

Spike smiled as he watched her. He swallowed convulsively as she bent down to retrieve the complimentary bottle. His eyes roamed over her naked form as she raised her arms to lather her hair in shampoo. She turned to wash the suds out of her hair and he inhaled sharply. Her eyes still closed she leant back against the tiles and sighed.

The vampire slipped inside the shower cubical, pressing his body against hers as he began to kiss her.

Spike pulled her up to his eye level and her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in and out of her hot, wet core. Spike slipped his mouth from the watery golden skin of her breasts up to claim her mouth again in an attempt to quieten her cries of pleasure. Buffy moaned loudly against his mouth as he rocked his hips forward on to her clit.

She could feel her impending orgasm and as his mouth moved to her neck she bit down on his shoulder, hard. With a strangled shout of her name Spike came, sinking his fangs into her neck. At the touch of his fangs Buffy came, screaming his name.

Spike moaned as her powerful blood flowed over his tongue and he lowered a hand between them, fingering her slippery clit. Within seconds she came again calling his name out once more. Spike slid them down to the floor of the tub; her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, his cock still deep within her quivering core. As he lay back against the bath Buffy collapsed against him. He retracted his fangs, and as he carefully soothed the bite with his tongue

He eventually removed his head from her neck and Buffy pressed her body further onto his as he kissed her again. Using the arm that wasn't around Buffy, Spike steadied himself, pushing them into a standing position.

He wrapped a towel around the slayer's shivering form and quickly dried himself off. Both reasonably dry they adopted the two plush beige robes hanging on the back of the door and crossed back to the bed.

Buffy picked up the remote as she slid back under the covers, sliding the now damp robe off her now dry body. She giggled, looking down at her belly and making a shushing sound as her stomach rumbled and flicked on the television.

"Hungry, pet?" Spike picked up the menu from the bedside table and passed it to her.

"Mmmm, thanks." Buffy accepted the menu and threw her legs over the other side of the bed and crossed to the phone on the little glass table. She was shocked by the offer but tried to act as normal as possible as well as control her fast-beating heart. Picking up she dialled the kitchens taking a shaky breath, asking for some breakfast and leaving the room number at the desk.

She crawled back onto the bed and sat, looking at Spike who was towel drying his short hair. *This is insane.* She watched a water droplet slide down his naked chest, her eyes moving lower. She swallowed heavily and dragged her eyes up to his just as he looked at her. "So, this is a step-up from a crypt." She commented.

"Figured I could do with a change."

"How about a different hair colour? You've had that...for what? Thirty years. You gotta be bored of it. How about I re-dye it? There’s some great..."

"Not a fucking chance, love!" Spike growled at her, flopping back onto the bed.

"Someone’s touchy about their bleached locks!" Buffy giggled as he growled at her then let out a little squeal when she saw a film she recognised on the movie channels.

"What?" Spike asked, unconsciously drawing her into his chest before he began nuzzling at the base of her throat.

Buffy sighed at the attention and leaned into his touch, "I like the movie."

"Which one?" Spike looked up then scowled at the TV. screen. "No bloody way! Give me the remote, pet. I'm not watching that."

He made a grab for the remote but she eluded him. Spike attempted to wrestle the remote away from the slayer but she held it tightly, wriggling out of his grasp. Spike tackled her, sending them both flying against the pillows as he began to tickle her.

The knock on the door broke into the slayer's hysterical giggles and the vampire pressed a hard kiss to her lips, removing the remote from her grasp as she lay breathless. Buffy sat up as he crossed the room and wrapped the discarded robe around her body, cringing at the dampness of the material.

Spike opened the door and withheld a frown when he found the redheaded receptionist carrying the breakfast tray.

"Hi, you ordered some, uh...breakfast?" She breathed, staring hotly into his eyes as she trailed one hand up and down the doorframe.

He could smell her arousal and inwardly Spike wondered how he was going to explain some horny receptionist to the slayer but Buffy's voice saved him.

"Spike? Who is it?"

"You're breakfast, love." Spike responded, attempting not to laugh at the woman’s' face as he beckoned her in.

The red head walked in, glared at the slayer before placing the tray on the chest at the bottom of the bed and walked out without another word, shutting the door behind her.

"What was that about?" Buffy frowned at the woman’s' hostility.

"Beats me."

"Most does." Buffy commented and Spike snorted as he tried to hold back unwarranted laughter at her quick answer.

Buffy reached forward and plucked a grape from the fruit bowl before snagging a piece of toast and lying back. Spike walked back to the bed and flopped down next to the slayer. Buffy threw the half eaten toast back onto the tray then attempted to lean forward to retrieve the glass of orange juice. She growled when she found she was trapped under the wet robe that was twisted around her body. After attempting several times to remove she finally impatiently tore it from her body.

"Better, love?" Spike asked sarcastically as the slayer lay back, juice in hand.

"Much, now give me the remote."

"No."

"No?" Buffy raised her eyebrows.

"No." Spike shook his head as though in need of something to strengthen the argument.

"Fine I'm off, see ya around." Buffy placed down her glass and made to move off the bed. She'd barely stood before Spike had her pinned under him.

"You're mine and you're not leaving over a fucking remote!" Spike growled, leaning down to give her a biting kiss.

When she broke for air, Buffy forced out the words as he slid inside her. "Possessive baby?"

"Very." Spike growled, claiming her lips again. Buffy whimpered and mewled against the force of his lips as he slammed into her over and over again. Spike could feel himself nearing release, but wanting her to come first he lowered his hand to her clit, flicking over the swollen nubbin.

Buffy ripped her lips from his to scream his name as she tightened like a vice around him and he clamped down on her neck as he too found his release.

***

"I don't like the whole, 'silver can kill you' but 'crosses don't do a thing' bit." Buffy stated half way through the film, <Blade>, from her position on the bed; wrapped in Spike's arms. "Or the whole, 'sunblock'll make the whole thing vamoose'."

"I don't like it period." Spike grumbled, pissed off that he was watching this crap.

"Why ever not?" Buffy feigned ignorance and he growled at her causing her to laugh as she turned her head back to the television screen. Buffy watched as the black woman on the screen removed the two round plasters from the puncture holes on her neck and she frowned. "If you get turned you should die then rise then I stake you, not screw around with the whole did she 'catch' it thing." Buffy commented.

Spike leant down and gently kissed the mark on the slayers neck, smiling as Buffy arched back into him, tilting her neck in a way that showed complete trust in him. Trust that, by rights, she shouldn't have given and he shouldn't feel the need to prove he warranted.

"You know..." Buffy began, shivering as Spike's hand cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over the nipple.

"Hmmm?" The vampire asked, swirling his tongue across her shoulder and up her neck in intricate patterns.

"I'm not gonna be able to wear a scarf forever. They'll know something’s up."

"I'll be good." Spike purred against her throat as he nudged her legs apart, sliding slowly into her from behind.

"Fat chance." She hissed as he began to slowly move in and out of her and began to meet his thrust with her own, pushing herself back onto him. The gentleness of his lovemaking in complete contradiction to that just an hour or so before.

***

The annoying bleeping sound woke the slumbering Slayer at five pm. Buffy quickly switched off the noise, thankful that it hadn't woken Spike, and carefully retracted herself from his embrace.

She was just refastening her last earring when Spike woke up. He sleepily reached out beside him, frowning when his arm hit thin air. He sat up and looked across at Buffy who was combing her hair by the mirror.

"Where are you going?" He asked sleepily when he noticed her state of dress.

Buffy turned around, "Hi, you're awake." She crossed over and sat by him, leaning down to kiss him while she slipped on her sandals.

The slayer broke away and stood up, moving to get her bag, "Willow'll come looking for me in an hour after some Wicca thing and I'm meant to be at my moms."

She turned around, to find him right behind her. He gently cupped the back of her head with one hand, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Buffy sighed and sagged against him as her tongue played with his. Forcing herself away she re-did the zip of her dress that had managed to come undone during the kiss and kissing him one last time left the room, "I'll see you later?"

Spike nodded. "Bye, love."

***

"No, I had a really great day. Back in my house but sans parent was very therapeutic!" Buffy half lied. She felt bad but she doubted Willow would understand what was going on with her and Spike...not that she had any idea herself.

Fortunately the wound on her neck had healed but she still had bite marks on her breast and inner thigh. *As long as I don't have trouble covering them I don't care!*

"So, you gonna come to the Bronze tonight? Dingo's are playing!" Willow asked, breaking into her thoughts.

"Sounds fun."

Willow got up, "Well, I have to go meet Oz. How about I meet you there - an hour?"

"Sure - I'll do a quick sweep first then come on down." Buffy got up, showing Willow to the door. She watched as the witch walked out into the night and closed the door.

Seconds later there was a tap at the back door and with a frown she crossed to the door. Her frown turned to a fake-smile when she saw who was there and opened the door, "Come in."

***

Spike growled, viciously throwing the cigarette stub to the ground before he lit yet another cigarette and continued his pacing back and forth in front of the tree near the Summer's kitchen window.

_-_-_

"So, how long are you here for?" Buffy asked attempting to smile, attempting to react how her visitor would expect her too. Attempting to ignore the fact that he had a super sense of smell and could probably smell her new lover all over her.

"Just tonight. I came to warn you actually." The slayer need not have worried since Angel was making sure he inhaled through his mouth to speak, not wanting to smell another man on the woman he loved.

"Warn me? About what?" Buffy's 'slayer' mode switched on and she prepared herself for the possibility of big bads heading her way.

"Spike."

"Spike?" She squeaked. *Stay cool, Summers. Let him finish.* She coughed to clear her throat, mind and buy her some time. "What about him?"

"He's here, in Sunnydale."

"I, uh know." Buffy said, not meeting his eyes raising Angel's already suspicious mind at the thought of his childe being back.

"You know?" Angel growled, standing up.

"Yes, I've seen him."

"Is he dead."

"Of the 'un' sense."

"Buffy..."

"What, Angel? He's your childe wouldn't you have felt it if he'd died. Why couldn't you have called, why the trip? You were fine to get that Irish guy to call last time. What’s so different now." Buffy asked, taking the defensive at the old vampire's aggressive mannerisms.

"Because Spike is dangerous and he's..."

"I have fought him before, I don't see what the..."

"Yeah, fought him. Never killed him." Angel interrupted her, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"There weren't any opportunities! The first time my mom was there, the second there were all those children and the third I needed him to get Willow and Xander back. The only other time I needed his help was in saving the world from being sucked into Hell." Angel look down shamefully at her words and Buffy sighed. She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Look Angel, I'm going out. Thanks for the heads up but..."

"You're fine."

"Yeah." She watched as Angel made his way to the back door.

"Next time I'll call."

"I think that would be best." Buffy replied, a hint of regret in her voice. Angel nodded sharply before leaving the house.

With a heavy sigh Buffy moved up the stairs and crossed to her bedroom. She lit the candle on her dressing table and shed the dress she was wearing, moving to her cupboard to choose a different out fit.

She discounted the cool air as a change of breeze through her open window and continued rummaging through, unable to decide. She finally selected a thin-strapped cotton dress that was as deep as the night’s sky in colour. She crossed to her dressing table, holding the dress in front of her half nude figure as she examined her choice.

Her spider senses tingled as she turned, the dress clutched against as she knew she wasn't alone. Standing less than a meter away was a leather clad figure whose eyes were burning in their intensity.

Buffy dropped the dress to the floor as he pulled her into his arms and his mouth came down upon hers. Spike slid his hands down her body, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. He placed her softly on the bed, lying over her as her legs wrapped around his waist.

As he slid his lips to her neck he growled in her ear, "What was he doing here?"

"He...aah...wanted to let me kno-oh y-y-you were back." Buffy replied as he slid a hand inside her panties, thrusting a finger in and out of her as he stimulated her clit.

"Is that all?" Spike growled, shoving her underwear down her legs and positioned his suddenly free cock at her entrance. He thrust inside of her, capturing her shriek of pleasure in his mouth as he involved her in another heavy kiss.

When Buffy broke away to breathe he repeated his question, jealousy evident in his voice, "Is. That. All?"

"Yes...ye-ye-ye....SPIKE!" The slayer exploded into orgasm, screaming out her lover's name.

***

Elsewhere her scream was heard and a dark figure ran back the way he'd come, fearing the worst. And being about to find it.

***

With a feral snarl Spike forced out the words by her ear, moments before he came. "You're Mine, slayer." He clamped down on her jugular, claiming her once again as his. Buffy arched against him before collapsing on the bed, her body wracking with shudders.

Spike eventually raised his head from her neck and stared down at her flushed face and sated, dazed eyes. He brought up a hand and brushed away some of the hair from her face. "Mine." He whispered, pressing his lips back to hers.

Buffy broke for air minutes later and he buried his face in her hair as she stroked the back of his head. "Yours." She whispered quietly. She smiled as she heard him purr once and closed her eyes.

***

At the window brooding yellow eyes closed themselves to the blood tears that now filled them. He forced his human face back to the forefront and jumped down from the roof and back to where he'd parked his motorcycle. It was time for the angel to return to his city.

***

Buffy finally found the energy to push at Spike's' shoulders and he moved off her. He frowned when she crossed to the dressing table and looked at the mirror reflection of herself. She sighed when she saw the twin punctures at the base of her throat.

Crossing to the cupboard once again she was about to discard the original dress when she took another look. They were low enough for her hair to cover them, a little make up and bingo no more vamp lover who insists on biting her on the neck.

Retrieving some new underwear she dressed, curling her hair so that it covered the mark. Standing up she looked over at the vampire who had readjusted his clothing and lay with one hand propping him up, watching her.

"Where are you going?" Spike asked, pulling her back on to the bed.

Buffy leant down to kiss him briefly before pulling away, "The Bronze. Oz's bands playing there."

"Oz? The wolf?"

"Yep. I'm gonna be all supportive.."

"Of the wolf?" Spike interrupted, his eyes narrowing.

"Of Willow." She clarified, giving him a look. "I was meant to be there twenty minutes ago so I better go."

"Want me to drive you pet? The cars around the corner." Spike offered as she got up.

Buffy considered it for a moment, "Okay, thanks."

***

"Wow, ever clean your car?" Buffy asked, rolling down a window.

"Every decade." Spike answered, so seriously said causing the slayer to burst out into giggles.

***

"Thanks." Buffy said as Spike pulled up around the corner from the nightclub. Spike pulled the slayer across the seat, pulling her on to his lap, pulling her lips on to his and pulling her tongue into his mouth.

Buffy moaned, sliding her hands up his chest, gently scratching at his chest with her short nails. As the kiss intensified Buffy pushed him away before they just had sex in the car.

"I have to go." She grabbed her purse and got out of the car, giving him a cheeky wave she sashayed into the club.

Spike sighed, watching her hips sway until she was out of sight before slamming his head into the steering wheel. What the fuck was wrong with him? *I'm a master vampire. Not some pussy-whipped puppy. Or Angel. Bloody Fucking Hell!* He'd come back to kill her...and hadn't....again.

Having said that, this was better than the last time his cock quickly reminded. But he was a demon. Why wasn't his demon fighting this? Stupid fucker was actually all for it - what was he doing? Marking her? *Does she even know what it means?* Probably not. Spike wasn't sure if he was happy about that or not. At least it covered his feelings for now.

Slamming his fist into the steering wheel with a growl he slammed the car door and stormed into the Bronze.

***

She was sat in the corner, smiling at the witch and whelp as they went off to dance to the fast <Dingo's> music, on one of the two comfy sofa's that surrounded the coffee table.

Spike stood in the shadows, only a few meters away, his blue eyes the colour of a stormy sea at night as he watched her. He frowned as some muscular kid walked up to her. The vampire growled low in his throat, his face changing as the slayer eventually got up and walked to the dance floor.

***

Buffy inwardly sighed, "Okay, Riley." She put on her best 'I'm really happy about this' smile and let him take her hand to lead her to the dance floor.

The commando moved them into the classic dancing position, attempting to pull the slayer closer but found he couldn't so he left it.

"So, where were you the other day?"

"Oh, I...uh, wasn't very well so I just rested." Buffy lied as quickly as possible, keeping his body at arms length now having a completely different vampire's senses to worry about. She very much doubted Spike would be as calm as Angel would.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You're feeling better?" Riley asked with a gentle smile.

"Yeah, than..." Buffy's voice trailed off when she noticed an angry set of yellow eyes on her.

"Are you okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah just thought I saw some one I knew from LA."

"LA?"

"I used to live there before we moved to Sunnydale." Buffy explained.

"Oh. Well, let me tell you, you missed a real riot in psychology. Professor. Walsh set a practical experiment. If you don't have a partner..."

Buffy sent him a commiserating look, "Sorry, Willow got the notes and stuff for me. But thanks."

"Sure thing." Riley moved them a little further into the dance floor, attempting once again to wrap his arms around her as a slow song came on.

"Um, do you mind if I sit this one out?" Buffy said hastily as the love song rolled around the room and couples everywhere pressed closer to each other. She quickly moved out of his arms, attempting to smile up at him.

"No, of course. Would you like something to drink?" Riley asked, trying to catch her eyes but found they were focused behind him. He turned and saw a furious looking white blonde man stalking over to them.

"Do you know him?" Riley asked as Buffy paled.

"Um, yeah. Riley, I don't know how to say this but maybe it would be better if you could...." Buffy sent him a helpless look and he caught on.

"No, sure. You don't need any help with this guy?" He asked, big brotherly.

"No, he's just...a little possessive."

"I'll be at the bar if you need me." Riley said just as the pre-mentioned blonde arrived in front of them.

Spike grabbed Buffy sharply by the arm causing her to hiss from the pain caused by the sudden movement.

Riley turned around at the sound. "Is there a problem here?"

"Not yet." Spike growled, scowling at the boy, and he pulled the slayer closer.

Buffy met Riley's eyes and nodded that she was okay, "I'll see you tomorrow, Riley." The commando nodded slowly then tilted his head towards the bar before heading back there.

Buffy spoke before Spike had a chance to, her eyes scanning the dark room to insure that none of her friends had witnessed the exchange. "What are you doing here?" She hissed.

"Who the fuck was that?" He growled at her.

"Spike! Now isn't the time! You know Willow and Xander are here; are you crazy?" Buffy hissed back at him, her eyes still scanning the darkness.

"Certi-fucking-fiable!" Spike growled, tugging her lips to his. Buffy moaned and her eyes fell shut as the room tilted and the world melted away, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he pulled her closer still, lifting her off her feet.

Buffy broke away a few breathless minutes later and Spike hugged her to him, placing soft kisses along her jaw line as he inhaled her scent. He growled happily when the slayer sighed and tilted her neck for him.

Buffy's eyes slowly opened, immediately and unwittingly watching as Riley spoke in rather concerned terms with Willow and Xander. She watched as Xander stood, trying to see where she was.

Quickly, Buffy pushed Spike away dragging him from the club. She could hear her friends worried voices a few meters behind them though she knew they couldn't see them as Willow asked where they were.

Buffy turned down an alleyway and Spike pushed her up against the wall, his mouth down on hers. "Spike...they're...coming!" Buffy hissed against his mouth between kisses.

Extending his senses Spike sighed, knowing that they'd come around the corner within thirty seconds. He pushed away from Buffy, "Hit me."

"What?" Buffy frowned her brain still a little lust-fuzzy.

"Hit me." Spike said, his face morphing just as they rounded the corner. Buffy got the idea and punched him in the face, not bothering to use her full strength. He blocked her next swing and aimed a kick for her head. Buffy ducked, knocking his feet out from under him. She caught the stake that Willow threw her from their position, several meters away - giving her fighting room.

Buffy grinned evilly at him and straddled his waist, holding the stake over his chest although nowhere near his heart. She ground herself down into his erection, her knees pinning his arms. He thrust his hips up and growled at her.

"Spike, so...I thought I told you to leave....you know I'm sure there was a 'never come back' clause in our deal somewhere."

"Really?" Spike feigned confusion. "I'll be sure to check my paperwork, pet."

"What are doing back?" Buffy asked, trying to ignore the hand that slid up her thigh on the side away from her friends. "Here to cause more trouble? Killed Trick by the way."

"I heard. And I do love trouble." He grinned up at her, his demon slid away and he threw her off of him. She landed gracefully, rolling to her feet by her friends. She watched as he jumped twenty feet up on to the top of the building and gave her a cocky salute before disappearing from sight.

"Great." Buffy muttered as she turned back to her friends.

"Buffy are you okay, why didn't you stake him?" Willow asked her suddenly.

"I don't know...I don't know what’s happening, I'm so tired I just thought..." Tears filled her eyes as the truth of the whole situation hit her.

"Its okay Buff, you'll get him next time." Xander put a comforting arm around her. After his last bollocking from Willow he'd realised that maybe the whole stress of slaying and managing a 'normal twenty year old' life with college and guys was a little much for the slayer. Buffy sighed when her perceptive hearing picked up a quiet growl and her senses informed her of the blonde vampire's presence.

She smiled up at him, moving out of his arm. "I'm gonna go home. Will, do you think you could collect work for me tomorrow? I only have one class. Mom's still away - I was gonna pop in, check the house but I think I just wanna sleep for a day."

"Sure Buffy!" Willow smiled, sympathetically at her friend. "Do you want me to drop off anything - clothes or something?"

"Nah, I still have stuff there. Do guys need me to walk the rest of the way with you?"

"Nope, I'll take our resident witch home after the bands all done don't you go a-worrying!" Xander smiled at her.

"Thanks Xander. I'll call you later." Buffy said to Willow, reclaiming her bag from the Wicca.

"Sure."

***

Buffy trudged up the stair and pushed open her bedroom door, collapsing on the bed then wriggling out of her clothes from her position. With a sigh she closed her eyes and allowed all the tension to drain from her body as she waited for Giles' inevitable phone call of concern.

Her hand moved out, hitting the play button on her CD player, allowing soft music to flow through her bedroom and her mind as she turned on her side sighing again. She felt the bed shift as a new weight lay behind her and her lips turned up into a tired smile.

"Why were you crying, love?" Spike murmured, wrapping his arms around her as he moulded his body to hers.

"What? Oh, nothing...I'm just tired."

"Tired?"

"Of lying."

"About what, ducks." Spike asked, kissing her neck.

Buffy rolled on to her back, glaring at him incredulously, "I got a bad mark in my math test! What do you think I've lied about?"

"What’s the big deal, pet? You've never lied before?" Spike frowned at her.

Buffy tried to glare at him but when he simply raised his eyebrows she sighed. "Spike. Not telling them I'm having sex with a soul-less vampire is one thing - understandable even. But when said soul-less vampire turns up when he knew the people who I'm not telling him about are all there..." She trailed off giving him a pointed look.

"Did they suspect anything?"

"No, but if Giles was..." The phone ringing cut off Buffy. She reached over to pick it up saying, "Now this is Giles, shut up!"

"Mums the word." Spike nodded and gave her a devilish smile that made her trust him as far as Xander could have thrown him.

"Hi Giles. No patrol was pretty slow. She did...well, yeah. No I was gonna tell you...I don't know what he wants, doubt he's looking for another t-oooh-ruce." Buffy slapped Spike's hands as they skimmed her sex, having already slid up her thigh. "Hot cup. I'm just way tired Giles. No, I didn't see them. Alright I'll come round tonight - I'll even bring popcorn! Of course not. Very serious matter. Totally agree. No, sir! Night, Giles."

She replaced the phone and was immediately involved in a heavy kiss. She pushed him away as she regained her breath, "I'm tired. Go away!"

"Slayer!" Spike wined, trying to kiss her again. She stopped him and he pouted.

Buffy giggled at him, "I wanna sleep now. If you'd let me sleep properly yesterday..."

"You slept for hours!" Spike exclaimed.

"I need more!"

"Pet." Spike said slowly, trailing a finger down her body. "I can't fuck you in the day...unless you come to the hotel and..."

"Come back later then." Buffy interrupted through a yawn.

"No." Spike murmured, he pulled Buffy into his arms and pulled the cover over her. He smiled when as she turned in his arms, laying her head against his t-shirt clothed chest. Her hand moved to untuck the shirt, and slid her warm hand up his cool chest as she sighed.

When her breathing turned to that of a deep sleep - unlikely to be woken - Spike gently moved her off him. He crossed to the open window, shutting it and blocking out the sunrays that the morning would bring. Pulling off his clothes he dumped them in a pile in the corner of the room. Crossing to the bed he lifted the side of the cover and slid in next to Buffy. The slayer moaned in her sleep and curled up next to him, looping her leg in between his she lay half on top of him, her arm flopped over his chest.

Spike sighed, the sound coming out as a little purr when the slayer moaned his name. Closing his eyes he let himself slip asleep, pulling the slayer's naked body into his even more.

***

"Spike?" Buffy spoke softly as she awoke, expecting to find him next to her. She frowned and extended her senses. No vamps, no running water, no TV., no nothing. *I thought he stayed.* With a sigh she turned around, smiling at the cracks of daylight that streamed in the window, her blinds not being adequate enough to keep the daylight out.

She frowned as her gaze turned to the rest of the room. A leather duster, jeans and a red shirt lay in the corner next to some combats. "Spike?"

Ashes falling to the ground flashed through Buffy's mind as she gasped, hesitantly lifting up the side of the sheet next to her.

Tears filled her eyes as she pulled back the cover. A small shriek erupted from her parched throat as she regarded the ash particles that lay down the bed.

Her hand shot out and hit the bed, her brain denying what her eyes could see.

She heard a familiar evil sound behind her and turned to see Angel laughing at her.

"Not Angel." He said, darting forward and making a grab for her.

_-_-_

"Spike..." Buffy whimpered, tears streaming down her face. The blonde vampire frowned down at her, pulling her closer to him as he gently stroked her hair.

"Shh, love. Its okay...." He whispered soothingly. He jumped as her body jerked suddenly and her eyes opened as she let out a small yelp.

"Slayer?" The British voice forced her unseeing eyes into focus and Buffy finally stared back into the concerned eyes of her mortal enemy. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying her face in his neck as she tried to force the tears to stop flowing.

Spike continued to stroke her hair, whispering more words of comfort as she continued to silently sob.

Eventually the tears stopped and she curled back down on him, not bothering to move from her position of straddling his waist she fell back asleep.

***

"Hello, cutie." Buffy's bad English accent assaulted Spike's ears as he awoke and looked up at the slayer who still sat atop of him, staring down at him with a gentle smile on her face.

"Cute, slayer, real cute." Spike smiled at her and she returned his grin, leaning down to kiss him.

Spike ran his hands down her back, unhooking her bra with centuries of ease. Buffy let go of his face long enough to slip it from her arms, before her hands tangled back in his hair.

***

"Okay, so explain to me why we're here again." Buffy pouted as she was led away from all the nice clothes shops and dragged towards the bedding section.

"Because you complained to your mother about not having soft enough sheets and she gave you money." Willow explained again."

"Exactly...MONEY...such a beautiful word. Money that could go to a much better home with me buying those boots." Buffy tilted her head back, trying to steer them back towards the desired shoes.

The witch wasn't to be so easily deterred, "No, I promised your mom. Anyhow, it’s worth it not to hear you complain for one night. Well, the nights that you actually stay at the dorm." She added quietly.

Buffy turned to her, "I stay at the dorm all nights."

Willow gave her a look and Buffy pouted again, "I do! Its just, my beds sooo much more...comfortable, than the dorm one." *And sooo much more full of Spike...*

"Which is why we're here for bedding." Willow suddenly looked around, "I'll be back in a minute, go look at that big pile of pillows." She said.

"But nice shoes, pretty shoes..."

"Go!" Willow ordered with a smile, she watched as the slayer moved reluctantly towards the pillow mountain before dashing to the loo.

---

Buffy moved over to the various mounds of pillows. She stopped in front of the first one, reached out and squidged one. *Nah too soft.* She crossed to another pile and was extending her arm when she was pushed up against the pile, a hard body pressed up against her.

Her senses went haywire as they acknowledged whom, what it was. Hands slid around her waist as hips rubbed into her behind. "What are you..."

Her question was cut short as she was spun around, to meet her partner’s devilish grin, "Hello cutie." She wasn't given time to respond as Spike's lips descended on hers as he pushed her down into the pillows.

Of their own apparent accord her legs rose, her inner thighs rubbing against his hips in a moment of fevered passion.

All too soon reality intruded.

"Uh, Miss, Sir, if you could please continue your shopping otherwise I will have to ask you to leave the shop."

Spike rose angrily, ready to rip out the teenagers throat for the interruption, but Buffy hastily intervened.

"Sorry, we'll go now." She grabbed Spike's hand and practically dragged the vampire away before he could cause any trouble. Once out of the shop assistants sight Spike pulled Buffy back to him with a small growl, backing her against another pile of pillows.

Buffy broke away, moving out of his reach with a giggle when he tried to grab her, "Slayer!"

She darted around a smaller metallic container full of throw pillows, "Now Spike, you know Willow's here. What are you doing here?"

"I came to buy some pillows!" He picked up a handful and threw them at her. While she was temporarily blinded, the vampire dashed around the container. Grabbing her around the waist he allowed them both to topple on to the made-up bed near by.

They landed with Buffy on top and she giggled as his cool hands lightly tickled her sides as they slid up her top. She leant down and kissed him, oblivious to the fact that Willow had just left the bathroom.

Spike moved his hands higher, caressing her breast as their tongues entwined. Buffy answered his groan with a moan of her own, rocking against him.

"Buffy?!" Willow's voice had Buffy scrambling off Spike's body, the vampire only just catching her before she fell on the floor.

Buffy's eyes scanned the area, relieved to find that the witch hadn't spotted her. She felt Spike's arms slip out from around her and she turned to see him leaving. Her shock wasn't easily quieted and she spared a glance at Willow's far away back before reaching out and grabbing Spike's arm.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She asked quietly.

"Leaving." The short, sharpness of his answer made her gasp. Although they weren't a conventional couple, a cruel word hadn't passed between them. And he'd never just left without saying anything.

Spike sighed when he saw the hurt in her eyes and quickly pulled her behind a pile of bedding to hide them from the witch's view. He brushed his mouth against hers, his desire for her apparent in his blue eyes and Buffy sighed happily, her arms moving around him.

"I'll see you later?" She murmured when his lips moved to her neck to allow her to breathe.

"Yeah." In the close background they heard the witch muttering about the slayer probably having disappeared to find those shoes. Spike chuckled low in his throat, the sound making Buffy shiver against him. He raised his eyes to hers and pressed a kiss to her lips, before melting into the background as some shoppers passed them by.

"Damn vampires." Buffy muttered before moving out in the open to see Willow.

---

Buffy straightened the bed linen and stood back to survey her work. It was beautiful, even if she did say so herself. She'd even indulged and bought a new mattress.

The sheets were a soft cream with slivers of gold thread sewn around the peripherals. It was a bit too glamorous for a college room; she could admit that. But it was so beautiful she couldn't resist.

Buffy frowned at the knock at her door. It couldn't be Willow, who had scampered off to play with a new group of Wicca’s she had acquainted herself with. There had been some whole weekend deal and she had left an hour ago.

Leaving her beautiful bedside, Buffy crossed the room and opened the door, her shock evident on her face, "Oh!"

"Hello, Buffy. Mind if I come in?"

"No, by all means." Buffy moved back to allow her new guest to pass. She left the door open, not anticipating a long conversation. "So, what can I do for you, Riley?"

"I wanted to talk to you." The soldier looked a little uncomfortable, looking around for a distraction. He found it in the form of a chair, which he sat upon. Buffy sighed silently, seeing maybe this would take longer. She had kinda hoped to grab her vampire honey and spend the night with him once she'd heard of Willow's departure.

"Sure, what about?" Buffy ventured when he seemed to simply pause.

"About that guy, uh..."

"Spike?"

"Yeah, him. I wanted to know where you stand with him. I really like you and I think we could have something special."

"Um, Riley...Spike and I are sort of together and..."

"Willow didn't seem to think so."

"You asked Willow about me?"

"I wanted to know where you stood with him and she assured me there was nothing there." Riley insisted.

"Well, I'm sorry for the confusion. But we're..."

She was cut off again, "If you're that serious with this guy, how can your best friend not know?"

"I don't see how I should have to answer to you about my life." Buffy stood from Willow's bed. "I think you should leave."

"Tell me there’s nothing between us." He demanded, his hands clenching into fists.

"Hello, love."

The sexy British accent had never been so welcome to Buffy's ears. Spike barely walked a step into the room and Riley got up, menacingly glaring towards the vampire. Spike raised an eyebrow, his arm reaching out to easily draw Buffy to him. The possessive gesture only seemed to inflame his anger.

"Riley was just leaving." Buffy stated, moving them out of the way for Riley to pass. She attempted to shut the door but still the commando stood in the doorway. "I'm sorry but I can't help you." Spike was the one who shut the door, leaning against as they both heard the commando muttering beneath his breath as he left.

Spike rolled his eyes, "Wanker." Then he looked over at the bed, "Nice sheets."

"Thanks. They're new." She said dead pan and Spike chuckled again.

"Where’s the witch?" He flicked the lock on the door, and moved to Buffy.

"On some Wicca retreat thing." Buffy paused as he kissed her, "Gone all weekend."

"Really?" He drawled, a mischievous gleam in his eye.

"Uh huh. Wanna christen my new mattress?" She asked coyly, rubbing her hips into his. He didn't respond, instead lowering his lips to hers as he picked her up placing her on the bed.

***

Buffy sighed contentedly as Spike continued to nuzzle the mark he'd left on her neck. She was on her back, the peroxide vampire as close as he could get on his side. His free arm trailed up and down her side, brushing over her breasts, caressing her hip before travelling back up her body once more.

"Spike?"

"Hmmm?"

"Remember that thing we talked about?"

"What thing?"

"The thing where you don't bite my neck 'cause I don't heal quick enough. Remember how you said yeah, okay?"

"Uh huh."

"Well that means you don't bite my neck anymore. Someone’s going to notice."

"Okay, yeah." He sighed, drawing his tongue over the mark.

His fangs grazed her neck and while she shivered she spoke indignantly, "Spike!"

"What! I can't help it where my demon bites you!"

*Your demon?* "Yes you can. It just wants blood so make it bite somewhere else."

He didn't respond.

"Spike!"

"Its different on the neck." He said reluctantly.

"Different how?" Buffy sat up, frowning down at him.

"Its nothing bad." He clarified, yanking her down into his arms. "Its just a vampire thing. Let it go."

"Let it go?"

"Yeah. I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, but..."

"Then just wear a scarf." He then added quietly, "Anyway, its an occupational hazard. Getting bitten."

"Not for a slayer who’s alive!" She replied hotly, grabbing her dressing gown as she got out of the bed.

"Apparently for this slayer it's a fucking lifestyle!" At the anger flashing in her eyes at the implication of his words and he tried to back peddle. "Okay, I'm sor..."

"Get out." She hissed, cutting him off.

"What?!"

"Get out!" She picked up his jeans from off the back of her chair where she'd flung them to earlier and threw them at him. "Now!" She screamed when he didn't move.

"FINE!" He exploded, within seconds he was dressed and slamming the door behind him. "Bitch!"

"Fuck you!" She screamed out at him through the closed wood. As she heard the doors further down the hall get slammed shut and the sound of cracking glass she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

Tears poured down her face as she sobbed quietly. How dare he say that to her. As though he was a paragon of virtue! Lifestyle, her ass! Well, this 'lifestyle' was about to change. She wasn't going to let him near her again.

Never again.

Beneath her something dug into her soft skin and she paused, sniffing as she lifted herself up. It was his shirt, a button from it having been the culprit. A louder sob broke from her lips and she raised her other hand to cover her mouth.

Flicking off the bedside lamp she gathered the shirt to her as she dropped the dressing gown. Sliding under the covers she held the blood-red cloth near her face, inhaling his familiar scent as she dropped off.

***

Spike sighed as he more gently pushed open the double doors to the corridor that welcomed Buffy's dorm room. The fight was silly, pointless, he'd decided. Definitely not worth ending whatever they had between them.

He stood out side her room and listened intently. He could hear her deep breathing, his memory recognising to that of when she slept.

With a sigh he carefully opened the door and walked in the room closing it behind him. His eyes immediately focused on the small body in the bed, any residual anger he'd felt towards her by what he felt for her melted away as he regarded what she held so preciously to her face.

Kicking off his shoes he hung the duster over the back of her desk chair. He stood for a moment, admiring her. The single sheet she was under had moulded deliciously to her curves due to the dampness of her skin after their last bout of lovemaking. The cotton wrapping around her breasts and shaping against her thighs as they moved in her slumber.

When his eyes finally settled on her face he frowned at the red puffiness of her eyes that proclaimed her previous tears. He carefully eased himself on to the bed behind her, over the covers. In her sleep the slayer turned as he drew her into his arms, pressing herself further into his embrace.

She unconsciously nuzzled her face, heated from crying, into his neck, murmuring, "Sooo cold..." She pressed a kiss to the cool skin, "Spike..."

"Shh baby, go back to sleep." He whispered and watched affectionately as she nodded, almost imperceptibly, before falling further asleep.

---

Buffy awoke slowly, just before sunrise. Her senses went into immediate over load as they noticed the vampire in the room. More specifically, in her bed. She looked up into Spike's sleeping face and silently sighed in exasperation as relief flooded her.

He'd come back.

A quick check of the room showed itself to be sun proof. Since he showed no sigh of being awake she snuggled back down into his cool embrace and went back to sleep.

---

He watched her as he always did. Yellow eyes blazing from the shadows, focused solely on one being. The sway of her hips, the flick of her golden hair, the formation of her rouged mouth as she laughed.

His entire senses were focused on her and her alone. Never before had they been so finely tuned. Sure, he'd been able to recognise the other two slayers he'd fought, but never been able to single out their scent as he did now.

The thudding beat finally faded away and he watched as the slayer moved from the dance floor when the band began playing a slow song, leaving the witch and the werewolf to sway to the gentle music.

As she reached their table she accidentally knocked her purse to the floor and bent to retrieve it. The vampire growled low, possessively within his throat at the human boys that noticed, their dumb-jock mouths grinning as their eyes travelled up and down her back.

The beer bottle smashed under the pressure his hand was exerting on it in an attempt to control the bloodlust bubbling within him. Although they hadn't talked about his feeding, he wasn't stupid.

Buffy would never be the same around him if she saw him feeding.

Not that he had feed much recently. Not from remorse or such a debilitating emotion but from satiation. Slayer's blood was the most potent around and truth be told he'd had more than his share of late.

That thought put him in a better mood and his anger faded; content once more to simply watch her. His senses extended, singling out her scent, her heart beat.

He frowned at the latter.

It was jumbled, parts fast, parts slow. His fizzled brain slowly caught on and his demon face flashed to the forefront, before he quickly controlled it. He wasn't hearing one heart beat.

He was hearing two.

---

Buffy smiled as Willow and Oz rejoined her at the table, "Hey,"

"Hi, that was relaxing. Where's Xander?" Willow smiled, buzzed from the closeness of her and Oz's dance.

"Getting drinks, he's just ov-"

"Slayer."

The table turned as one, the slayer blushing, the werewolf and witch slightly fearful, towards the vampire who stood where Xander would have sat.

"I need to talk to you. Now." The words were barely human, their syllables being massacred through a harsh growl.

"What the hell do you want?!" Buffy was trying to remain calm, not wanting to give anything away. But what was he doing here? There had to be something majorly wrong for him to come to her like this. Worry set in fast.

"Outside. Now." He growled the commands, his eyes flashing yellow. He turned sharply, storming out of the club, pushing various people out of the way.

"Well..."

"That was weird!" Willow pointed out.

"I'll say." Oz concurred.

Buffy, however, looked worried. He'd actually seemed angry. She stood, "I better go see what he wants." She turned but Willow's voice stopped her.

"Do you have a stake?"

"Six on my person." Buffy smiled as her friend laughed away her fear. "Stay here, I'll be back soon. He probably wants my help to go 'rescue' Dru!"

---

"Spike?" Her voice was tentative as she entered the back alley behind the Bronze.

Spike pushed away from the wall, out of the shadows. Buffy smiled slowly, but he didn't return it; his eyes were an icy blue colour. "Who's is it?"

"Who's is what?" She frowned.

"Was it that wankers?" He took another step forward and instinctively she took one backwards, wary of his obvious anger, oblivious to its cause.

"What?"

"Or did that soldier boy have a go too?"

"WHAT?" She looked genuinely bewildered, "What are you talking about?"

He growled, darting forward to slam her against the brick wall. His mouth smashed against hers, almost reminisent of their first kiss, his teeth violently bit at her. She felt her mouth fill up with blood and heard him growl again as the scent and taste of her blood spurred him on. Tears burned in her throat at his treatment of her, her fists banging at him, but he held her at angle that disallowed her to get a good shot.

At last he raised his head, "Mine!"

"Get off me!"

His grip tightened, "No! Why didn't you tell me, slayer? Huh, you think I wouldn't find out?"

The tears finally fell from her eyes and she raised one of her hands to angrily brush them away, "What the fuck are you talking about?!" She shouted at him.

His body pushed harder against hers and she despised herself for the rush of desire as it flooded through her system. "I can hear it, pet!"

With his movement her arms twisted around and with superhuman strength she pushed him away from her. Her hand rose to her mouth, wiping the blood from her lip. "Hear what?"

"The fucking thing growing in you!" He snarled.

All emotion fled from her face and her hand dropped instinctively to her stomach. No. It wasn't true. "Impossible."

"Bull shit!"

"No, Spike! It’s impossible! The only human..." She paused to give a humourless laugh, "...the only human I've slept with was Parker. And that was just before my period. I remember because the beer fucked up my system worse than usual!"

"What?" His throat was suddenly dry. Surely that was impossible, vampires didn't get dry throats. "But I can hear it." His eyes dropped to her stomach. "There’s not just your heartbeat in there." His voice was very quiet, almost subdued.

Suddenly her anger flared up, "Well fucking done, Spike! You've knocked up a slayer!" She slammed a fist into his jaw and glared at him as he stumbled. Equally as quick tears streamed down her face and she slid on to the crates on the floor, her head in her hands.

Spike immediately moved beside her, "I'm sorry baby. I over-reacted..."

"You think?!" She flinched from him as he went to touch her hair, knocking his hand away violently. He cringed in response.

"I didn't know what to think." He sighed, putting his arms around her and forcibly lifting her onto his lap. She resisted initially but as he murmured more apologies she calmed, resting her over heated head in the crook of his neck.

Buffy sighed, turning in his lap so that she was straddling his seated body. Spike reached out and tipped her head up so that their eyes met. A few seconds of silence passed before he leaned forward, kissing her slowly and thoroughly.

---

Willow smiled blankly at Oz and Xander who had somehow managed to start an amicable conversation about football, then looked down at her watch with worry.

So as not to worry her companions she stood, "I'm just going to pop to the ladies. Be right back."

The two nodded before re-engaging themselves back in conversation. Willow hastily left the Bronze, her hand firmly wrapped around the wooden stake in her coat pocket.

As she turned the corner to around the back of the Bronze she froze, her eyes denying what they could see.

On one of the crates behind the nightclub sat Spike, his jean clad legs stretched out to the floor. On his lap, with her legs wrapped firmly around him waist sat Buffy.

The witch gaped at the entwined couple, thoroughly shocked as she heard Buffy moan and tighten her arms around the vampire's neck.

The pair didn't appear to see her and she silently stumbled back into the Bronze to retake her place next to Oz. The werewolf immediately sensed her worry and suggested they go home early. Willow happily agreed. She need time to think...

---

Buffy sighed happily, one hand instinctively resting on her lower abdomen as Spike nuzzled her neck in his sleep. She wanted to drop off but she knew she had to get back to the dorm room soon or Willow would worry.

Willow.

She missed that they never talked anymore; not the way they used to. She longed to tell her best friend what was happening to her. But what exactly would she say? * Hey Wills, guess what? I'm pregnant with the demon spawn of the vamp that tried to kill us so many times and I'm fal-*

Her thoughts stopped suddenly. No. She wasn't gonna go there again. Nah-ah. No way was she falling in love with Spike.

She unconsciously shivered as Spike's hand slid over her stomach, his larger one covering hers protectively.

Oh dear, this is gonna be tough...

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"Morning, pet." Spike's sleepy voice assaulted her frazzled nerves an hour later.

"Hmmm, hey..."

"You can't sleep?" He pressed a kiss to her neck, pulling her closer to him as a wave of possessiveness engulfed him.

"I, uh, no. I can't help..."

"What?" He sat up a little, brushing a random strand of hair from her face.

"Oh, nothing..."

"No, tell me." His voice was gentle, coaxing her into the security of his tones. She'd never heard him like this.

"Its just Willow." She answered truthfully, her eyes circling the intricate swirls of the ceiling. "If...if you're right and I'm...I'm pregnant...I just..."

"She's your best friend and you want to tell her." Spike suggested.

Her eyes finally met his, sadness etched in her own green/blue orbs. "Yeah. I just don't see how I can." Suddenly her eyes filled with tears, several slipping down her face.

"Sshhh..." He murmured, gently kissing away her tears.

She suddenly giggled, "You know for a demon your kinda comforting."

Spike chuckled, "Yeah, well, not one for conventions me."

"Me neither." Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly lowered his lips to hers, brushing them over softly before probing her warm mouth with his cool tongue.

A sharp beeping sound broke into their euphoria.

Spike growled loudly as Buffy broke away to turn it off. But as she made to get off the bed he tugged her back, grabbing the cordless phone off the bedside, "Ring the witch, tell her you're at your mums."

"She won't believe me." Buffy nevertheless took the phone. "She thinks I've got a secret boyfriend."

"Witch is smart." He murmured, kissing her neck.

"Too smart. I keep thinking they're just going to barge in here-hey, Willow, it’s me. I'm staying at my mom's tonight. See you tomorrow." Buffy rung off, handing the phone to Spike. "She wasn't there, guess she's at Oz's again."

Spike barely nodded in acknowledgement, capturing her lips with his own.

Continued and completed in the ‘second’ half….