Part Two


"Spike?"  She breathed, her mouth open in shock.  Her brain quickly registered things it had before not.  She wasn't in her room.  *Well, duh!*  She was in a crypt.  Spike's crypt.  Spike's bed.  And last night she'd been drunk.

*Oh fuck!*  What the hell had she done.  It was one thing to lust after your moral enemy but to have sex with them when you're drunk?  While her 'slayer' was angry for her lusty thoughts for him anyway, the 'Buffy' part of her immediately felt sorry for him.  He was in love with her.  Or at least he thought he was.  And of course he would...want...her.

Images flew through Buffy's brain.  Her kissing Spike.  Him stopping her, saying she was drunk. *Well, that was unexpected.*  Her telling him she wanted him when she was sober, her attempting to say 'inhibitions' whilst she was clearly inebriated.  *Oh, crap!  Why is it, Summers, the only times you get drunk you either nearly get eaten, turn all cave-woman or tell your mortal enemy how much you want him?*

Buffy sighed and looked down at him.  Then frowned.  He was clothed.  She looked down at herself.  She was clothed. 

"Nothing happened, love." 

Buffy jumped, "My brain was just getting that."  she replied quietly.  She raised a hand to her head, which was throbbing from the movement.  "Ow."  Her eyes closed as she tried to stead herself as her world tipped.  Giving up, she slowly sank back down to the pillow.  She whimpered.

"Are you okay?"  Spike asked quietly, sitting up so he could look at her.

Buffy pouted, "My heads about to explode."

Spike chuckled quietly, then stopped when she glared at him and gave her an innocent look, "Sorry."

"Yeah, right."  She sighed, then dared to open an eye as a big brass brand started to play in front of her eyes.  "Did I bring a bag?"

"What?"  Spike murmured as he continued to stare at her.

"A bag."  Buffy repeated, closing her eyes.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I think you did."  He got up and retrieved the bag before sitting back down on the bed, this time resting his back against the opposite side so that he was facing her.  He handed her the bag.

"Thanks."  She murmured, sitting up so that she could rummage through it.  She sighed in thanks when she found that she had indeed packet some asprin in her bag.  Removing them and the ever present bottle of water she hastily took four in the hopes that it would cure her quicker.

Spike frowned, "Aren't you only meant to take two?"

"I want a quick fix."  She replied, capping both the bottles and replacing them in her bag.  She popped a mint in her mouth, attempting to rub away the remnants of liquor in there before lying back down.

The theme to most vampire movies rang through the crypt and Buffy groaned, blindly reaching into her bag for her phone.

"What a fucking stupid ring tone."  Spike said, disgusted at the whole bad vampire movie thing.

Buffy smiled, "Xander picked it."

"That explains it."

Buffy stared at the screen, Giles' name flashed before her.  "Oh fuck!"  She murmured, pressing the 'caller accept' button and placing the phone sheepishly to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Buffy?  Are you okay?"  Willow's worried voice rang through the phone and the slayer sighed in relief causing the vampire to chuckle quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little hung over."  She responded.

"A little?"  Spike asked and she glared at him.

"I thought you were Giles."  Buffy admitted.

"No, I'm just here."

"Why are you there and where's Dawn?" 

"She's back at the appartment with Tara, they're playing magic squares."  Willow said with a smile.  "I rang from here 'coz Giles is out and I wanted to check you were okay without...you know."

"Yeah, no, I'm fine, as long as Dawns okay."

"She is."  Willow clarrified.

"Good."  Buffy groaned.  "God, my head hurts."

"Do you want me to come round?  Around lunch time?"

"Sure, would you bring Dawn?"

"Actually her and Tara were going to hang at the Magic Shop, I said we'd meet them there later - around three.  If thats okay?"

"No, thats fine.  I'll see you later?"

They said goodbye and Buffy sighed, tossing her phone back into her back.  She swung her legs out from under the covers and sat for a minute, collecting her thoughts.  She looked down at her wrist.  She had an hour and half untill Willow would go to her house.  She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder.

She walked around the bed and stopped in front of Spike, who was still sat on the bed.  She sat next to him.  Now what was she going to do?  Her heart took over and she reached forward and cupped his face with one hand, moving forward she kissed him.   Her lips moved over his, gently coaxing them appart as her tongue softly probed his mouth.

She heard him purr and smiled into the kiss.  Pulling back she sighed and looked into his shocked eyes.  Her fingers trailed down one side of his face as she spoke softly, "Thanks, for last night.  For what you said."

She pressed her lips back to his.  This time, a gentle kiss.  Her lips lightly brushed his before she got up.  "I'll see you around."  She said as she walked out.

Spike smiled then let his head rest back against the wooden post. 

Unlife was weird.

**

Buffy looked down at the broken glass and sighed.  She'd felt guilty about it all day and had promised herself that she'd stop by during patrol and clean it up. 

She knelt, carefully picking up the broken glass.  One sharp shard sliced across the back of her hand and she hissed in pain as blood welled up.  "Shit!"

"Let me."  Spike gently brushed her hands aside and removed the rest of the glass, placing it in the near by bin.  He turned to face her, his eyes shooting down to the blood dribbling down her hand.  He unconsciously licked his lips, returning his gaze to her face.

Buffy stepped forward, so that she was almost toe-to-toe with him and raised her hand to his mouth.  She watched as he softly took it in both of his, his tongue delicatly cleaning the blood from her hand.  He raised his eyes to hers and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her hand before letting it go.

Buffy gasped as she regarded his actions.  He just stood there, waiting for her to decide.  And she did.

The slayer slid her arms around his neck pulling his head down to meet hers.  Her lips moved softly at first then with more passion as her lust was ignited.  She felt his arms move around her body and she pressed herself against him as he lifted her off her feet.

She moaned loudly, rubbing her hips into his unconsciously.  Spike growled and walked the small distance to the bench, where he sat down.  Buffy's legs bent and she sat so she was straddling his waist, never breaking the kiss.  His hands slid slowly under the material of her satin camisole.  His cool fingers caressed her warm skin, sending shivers down her spine.  Her own hands began wondering, unhooking from behind his head.  Her fingers slid over the hollows of his cheeks, across his ears and down his neck before resting near the hollow of his throat.

Her fingers slowly undid the buttons of his shirt as she rocked against him, her tongue sill mating with his.  Her nails; short out of necessity, pink out of preference, gently scratched down his torso, sending shudders through his body.  Spike broke away and Buffy kissed her way down his neck, nibbling on his ear before her lips latched on the sensitive skin of his jugular and he moaned loudly.

"Pet..."  He growled, trying to control the urge to just take her there, in the park.

"Hmmm?"  Buffy asked, her lips moving back to his.  His hands slid up her top, his thumbs rubbing in small circles towards her breasts.  He growled in appreciation when he found her sans bra, his hands gently cupping her breasts as he brushed his thumbs over the erect nipples.

Buffy broke away with a gasp and Spike used the oppertunity presented to kiss down her neck.  His lips slid lower and the slayer raised herself so that her chest was directly in line with his face.

Using the hands under her top, he pushed it up and out of the way.  His cool tongue blazing a trail down her chest.  As his mouth covered her sensitive nipple she cried out into the night, her hands threading through his hair to keep him there, as though she had to. 
His lips, tongue and teeth teased her before he moved to the other breast to repeat his ministrations.  Buffy moaned his name and the vampire groaned as he felt her heat through his jeans.  With great effort he pulled himself away from her breast.

The slayer sat back down and moved forward to kiss him but he stopped her.  "What is it?"  She asked, frowning at him.

"Come back to the crypt."  Spike offered and Buffy smiled and nodded, leaning forward to kiss him.

"Buffy?"

Xander's loud voice broke in and the two broke the kiss.  Buffy's head whipped round to look for her friend while Spike pulled her top back down over her breasts.

Buffy frowned as she couldn't see him, and got off Spike.

*

"You out here?"  He called again.

*

"Damn!"  Buffy whispered.  Now what was she going to do? 

"Do you want to me to go?"  Spike asked quietly.

*

"Maybe it wasn't her."  Anya's voice this time.  They were getting closer.

*

Buffy looked helplessly up at Spike.  The vampire nodded and silently turned and began to walk away.  Buffy frowned, she didn't want that.

She darted forward and grabbed his arm, turning him to face her.  She sighed at the pain she saw etched in his features.  Her other hand came up, hooking around his neck and pulled his face down to hers.  She kissed him softly, like she had done back at the crypt.

Spike's arms slowly moved around her as she deepened the kiss.  Involved in each other they forgot the other's approaching.

"Spike!  Buffy's gonna kill you when she finds out you stole the doll back."  Xander's voice broke the two appart, but somehow Spike's arms remained around her waist and the slayer did nothing to move them.

Buffy's eyes bugged and one of her hands came up to her mouth, her index finger caressing her bottom lip.  "Um...Xander."

"We'll have to take her back."  Xander said to Anya, who nodded slightly in agreement.  "Willow'll de-activate her."

"She's really gonna stake your ass this time."  Anya commented to Spike.  Both were completely ignoring the 'Buffy-bot'.

"Hello?"  Their eyes turned to Buffy and she made an uncomfortable face.  "Um..."  She turned to face Spike.  "How the hell am I going to say this?"

Spike smiled at her and shrugged regretfully.  Buffy snorted, "Some use you are!"

"Say what?"  Xander and Anya said simulataneously.

"This is the real Buffy, you idiots!"  Spike explained.

"Yeah...right!"  Xander snorted but when Buffy raise her eyebrows.  "Shit."

"So your the real Buffy, huh?"  Anya asked.  "How do you know?"

Buffy sighed and placed her hands on the ones encircling her waist.  "'Cause I'm me?"  She suggested.

"Good argument."  Anya commented.

Xander wasn't as easily convinced, "Say something that Buffy would know but Spike wouldn't so he couldn't have it programmed into you."

"In high school you, me and Willow used to watch bad Indian movies after patrol."  Buffy answered.

"Spike might have known, 'coz we did it when he was around."

Spike sighed agitatedly , "I'm not the poof, I didn't stalk around her window at night."

Buffy cleared her throat and looked up at him giving him a pointed look.  "Then."  He amended lightly kissing her on the lips.

"Okay - you two are creeping me out."

"We were just leaving."  Spike said, looking down at Buffy when he realised what he'd said. And what he'd assumed.  But she smiled at him.

"Yeah…"  She breathed, holding his gaze.  "WE were just going home."

Hand-in-hand the two blondes left the graveyard...together.


The End

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