This is the second fic in the Memories...They Always Come Back to Haunt You Series. Thank you to everyone who wrote me, and said they wanted to hear more.

Rating: NC 17

Part 1

Buffy stood in the airport waiting room watching the people file out of customs. Willow's plane had been an hour late, but it had finally landed, and now Buffy was waiting anxiously to see her best friend who had been gone for almost three months.

Willow appeared from customs struggling to carry her luggage, which consisted of two suitcases, a shoulder bag, and a backpack. When Willow saw Buffy, she dropped her stuff, and rushed over to her. "Buffy," Willow squealed as she was engulfed in an enormous hug.

"Hey Will, how was the mother country?"

Willow pulled away, and began gushing about her trip. "Oh Buffy, it was great. England's so beautiful, and they have such great magic shops. I found this really great spell book that I'm dying to try out some of the spells with Tara."

Buffy smiled at her friends obvious joy, and replied, "That's great Will."

The girls walked over to Willow's luggage, and Willow asked, "So what did you do all summer?"

Buffy, and Spike were sitting in the back of the almost empty theatre. The other two people present in the theatre were sitting near the front. The lights went down, and the previews started rolling on the screen.

Spike looked over at Buffy in the dark. The light from the screen flashed on her face, causing it to be illuminated with an eerie glow. Buffy could feel Spike's eyes on her, and she turned to look at him. "What?" she asked.

Spike paused for only a moment before he pulled her into a kiss. His fingers wound themselves into her hair, as the kiss quickly heated up. Buffy rested her hands on his chest as she tried to stay in control. Finally, Buffy pulled away, and said breathlessly, "The movie's starting."

"So," Spike answered before kissing her again. Spike's hand drifted from her hair down her neck, and over her breasts to her stomach. His hand quickly made it's way up under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he caressed her naked breasts. Spike kissed down her throat, and sucked at the soft flesh of her neck.

"I thought you wanted to see this movie," Buffy sighed, and her voice hitched up at the end as Spike captured her nipple between his fingers.

Spike whispered in her ear, "Not really." Spike captured her mouth in another kiss as he hands continued to work on her breasts. Buffy could feel the burning heat that Spike always elicited in her, and knew it was useless to protest, not that she really wanted to. She moved her hands down his chest to his lap where she caressed him through his jeans. Spike growled pleasurably, as he became instantly hard.

In one quick motion, Spike had Buffy straddled on his lap. He ground his erection against her, and attacked her mouth more viscously letting her know exactly what his intentions were.

Buffy already knew his intentions. She pressed her body down on him, and rocked her hips against the bulge in his pants. She desperately needed to relieve the tension building between her legs. Spike had this way of making her whole body burn, and she needed him to cool it off.

Spike ran his hand up her thigh, and under her skirt. He quickly ripped her panties away, and buried his fingers inside of her. Buffy bucked her body against them as they moved in, and out of her at a furious pace. She dug her fingers deeply into his shoulders trying to remain silent as the pleasure built inside of her, and threatened to release in a loud explosion.

Spike buried his head in her neck again nipping her skin with his teeth just hard enough to break the skin. He licked the tiny trails of blood as he continued to bring Buffy closer, and closer to her release. Buffy bit down hard on her lip as her body began shaking from the orgasm that rippled through her. She let out a small gasp, and Spike seized her mouth in a kiss to quiet her.

As Buffy started to calm down, she fumbled with the buttons of his jeans needing him to be inside of her. Finally, she got them undone, and freed him. Almost instantly, Spike was inside of her.

Buffy moved up, and down on his lap as his fingers dug into her hips. She bit down hard on Spike's shoulder fighting the urge to scream his name for the all the pleasure he elicited from her.

Buffy could hear Spike cursing quietly as he struggled to remain reasonably quiet as his senses were all but gone. She arched backwards allowing Spike to thrust deeper inside of her, and that was all it took for Spike to lose it.

Part 2

"Nothing much. I just patrolled, and watched a lot of TV," Buffy lied about her summer activities.

"Any real bad baddies this summer?" Willow asked.

"Just random vamps, and a few goal oriented demons with the IQ's of toasters. Nothing I couldn't handle," Buffy answered.

"Is anyone else back yet," Willow asked.

"Nope, you're the first. Xander, and Anya will be back in two weeks. My mother is stopping in New York, so she won't be back till later this week. Giles has been held up indefinitely, because they actually found something, and Riley flies in tomorrow night."

Willow reached down to grab one of her bags off the ground. Buffy finally noticed the numerous bags, and commented, "Geez Will, bring back all of England with you."

Buffy threw the shoulder bag over her shoulders, and then picked up the two suitcases. "I got a little carried away in the present buying department," Willow answered with a sheepish grin.

"I'll say. Anything for me in there?"

"Of course. I bought stuff for everyone, including Anya," Willow answered as she wrinkles her nose at the thought of Xander's ex demon girlfriend. Willow continued, "Giles is going to love this book I bought him on Druid rituals, and legends."

"Sounds very Giles. I hope you didn't buy me a book," Buffy remarked as the girls head out of the airport.

"Of course not. I'll give you your stuff tonight. I was hoping we could hang out, and catch up," Willow answered.

"There's nothing I would love more."

The girls made their way through the bustling airport, and finally arrived outside. Buffy stopped, and looked around at the expansive parking lot.

"Geez, I hope I remember where I parked," Buffy muttered.

Willow looked at Buffy curiously. "You drove. As in a car?"

"Yeah," Buffy answered nonchalantly. "How else do you think I got all the way out to LA to pick you up."

Buffy started walking towards where she thought she parked, and Willow scurried to catch up.

"I wasn't sure, but Buffy, you don't have a license."

"I do now," Buffy shouted over her shoulder spotting her mothers car.

"Who taught you how to drive?" Willow asked curiously.

Buffy stopped at the car, and quickly lied, "I took a class."

"Use one God damn foot, slayer," Spike shouted from the passenger seat of his Desoto.

He was gripping the dashboard trying not to smash his head against the windshield as Buffy jerked along the road.

"It's easier to use both," Buffy protested as she stepped on the accelerator as her other foot was still on the brake.

"You can't step on both petals at the same bloody time. Use one foot."

Buffy lowered her head to look at her feet, and the car swerved sharply to the right.

"Bloody hell," Spike shouted as he grabbed the steering wheel, and yanked the car to the left narrowly missing a parked car.

"Watch the road," he shouted angrily.

Buffy slammed her foot down on the brake sending Spike hurling forward. His head slammed into the windshield, and then his body fell back into the seat. He rubbed his head where it had struck the window.

"Get out of the car. The lesson is over," Spike ground out through clenched teeth, as he clutched his fists in his lap trying to control his temper.

"It's not my fault you're a bad teacher," Buffy whined.

"You nearly killed me," Spike said with narrowed eyes.

"You're already dead," Buffy shot back.

Angered, Spike argued, "Well, you almost maimed me for life."

"You'd heal," Buffy remarked dismissively.

"Well, your driving sucks," Spike taunted her. "And your going to kill my car."

"It's a piece of crap."

"Oh that's it," Spike shouted. "Insult me all you want little lady, but leave my baby out of it."

"It's just a car."

"Just a car she says," Spike mimicked her. "Well, it's my car, and I like it not smashed to hell," he yelled.

"You'd steal a new one," Buffy calmly argues.

"I didn't steal this car. Now get your cute little ass out of the drivers seat," Spike ordered.

"But I wanna drive," Buffy pouted.

"What you're doing is not driving."

"Well, it's hard to drive in the pitch black you know," Buffy argued defensively.

"Well, tomorrow we'll have a lesson during the bright sun filled afternoon. How's that?" Spike shot back sarcastically.

"You know, maybe if you didn't yell at me constantly, and actually showed me how, I'd be able to do it," Buffy shouted in frustration.

"Fine. Get out, and I'll show you."

Buffy looked at Spike to see if he was serious. He motioned for her to get out, and Buffy stepped out of the car. Spike slid over to the drivers seat, and moved the seat back. He motioned for her to sit on his lap.

"Have a seat," he offered.

"What?" Buffy asked confused.

"I'm going to show you how to drive. Now sit," Spike ordered.

Buffy hesitantly climbed onto his lap, and leaned back against his chest.

"Okay, now put your hands on the steering wheel, and your right foot over the accelerator."

Buffy did as she was told. Spike shifted the car into drive.

"Now drive," he gently ordered.

Buffy hesitantly pushed down on the accelerator, and the car started moving forward. As they approached a stop sign, Buffy tried to step on the brake with her left foot, but Spike had it pinned on the other side of his left leg.

"Use your right foot," he whispered in her ear.

Buffy lifted her right foot off the accelerator, and pressed down on the brake. The car eased to a stop just behind the white line.

"Now was that so hard," Spike whispered with a smile on his face.

Buffy smiled to herself as she eased her foot off the brake, and back to the accelerator.

Part 3

Buffy propped her feet up on the coffee table in her living room. A pizza box was sitting on the table, and Buffy lifted the slice in her hand to her mouth. She took a bite, and instantly started choking. She waved her hand in front of her mouth, as she forced the piping hot pizza down her throat.

"Buffy are you okay?" Willow asked from her place next to Buffy on the couch.

"Hot," Buffy choked out.

Buffy grabbed her soda off the coffee table, and took a couple of big gulps. She set her pizza back on her plate.

"Note to self. Pizza hot."

"What do you want to watch," Willow asked.

The girls had decided to have pizza and watch a movie.

Buffy waved her hand, and replied, "I don't care. You pick a movie. It's not like we're going to watch it anyway, because I want details about England."

"Okay," Willow nodded as she got up, and scanned the selection of movies by the TV. "I didn't know you liked Monty Python," Willow commented as her eyes pass over a few tapes of the British comedy.

Flustered, Buffy stammered, "Yeah, it's funny."

Willow picked out one of the Monty Python tapes, and said, "I haven't seen this in forever."

Willow moved to put it in the VCR, but Buffy stopped her.

"You know what, Will, I'm not in the mood for a movie. Let's just listen to some music, and talk."

"Okay," Willow agreed. She put the tape back, and asked, "What do you want to listen to?"

"Something upbeat," Buffy answered as she picks up her slice of pizza again, and took a bite.

"Since when do you like the Sex Pistols?" Willow asked in confusion as she scanned the stack of CD's by the stereo.

Buffy started choking on her pizza again. Spike obviously forgot to take all his stuff with him.

Buffy walked to the door as the continual banging on it continued. "I'm coming dammit, chill out," she shouted.

Buffy threw open the front door, and found Spike standing there holding two boxes. He shoved the boxes into her arms, and pushed past her.

"What's all this?" Buffy asked.

"My stuff," he replied.

Buffy dropped the boxes onto the floor, and stood there with her hands on her hips.

"I never said you could move in," she argued.

"I'm here all the bloody time anyway. I might as well keep my stuff here."

Buffy closed the front door, and glared at the boxes.

"What is all this shit?" Buffy asked as she lifted the lid off the top box.

"Everything I own, luv."

"For being over a hundred, you sure don't own much," Buffy commented as she sifted through the box.

She grabbed a stack of CD's, and flipped through them. "You actually listen to the Sex Pistols?"

Spike snatched the CD's away from her, and declared, "They are the best band ever."

Buffy rolled her eyes, and mumbled, "Whatever."

She looked in the box again, and stared reading off the titles of the movies.

"Sid, and Nancy, of course. The Godfather, Clockwork Orange, Natural Born Killers," Buffy read and raised her eyebrow. "Spike shouldn't you watch movies that don't encourage your violent tendencies."

Buffy returned to the movies, and started giggling. She grabbed a tape, and held it up.

"The Little Mermaid?" she asked raising her eyebrow in curiosity.

"It was Dru's," Spike explained, and grabbed the movie from her."

"Sorry," Buffy apologized backing off instantly.

"It's okay, she's been gone for a long time. I only keep the movie cause that little mermaid is hot," Spike joked trying to ease the tension that had developed at the mention of Drusilla. "Now get out of my stuff," Spike ordered.

"If you're going to be living in my house, then your stuff is communal property."

Buffy went back to looking in the box trying to shake the uneasy feeling that had overcome her at the mention of Spike's ex, the love of his unlife.

"Big Monty Python fan I see," she commented pulling out one of the tapes.

"Don't say a thing about it, or I'll rip your tongue out," Spike threatened.

Buffy gave him an I dare you to try it look before saying, "I've never seen it."

"You've never seen Monty Python," Spike asked in disgusted shock.

"Nope."

"Come on," Spike ordered grabbing her hand, and dragging her to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Buffy asked annoyed as she was pushed down onto the couch.

"I can't believe you've never seen Monty Python. I have lost all respect for you, but I'm going to let you redeem yourself, so we're going to watch it."

Spike grabbed the tape from Buffy's hand, and pushed it into the VCR. He flipped on the TV, and pushed play. He settled down next to Buffy, and put his arm around her.

The movie came on, and Buffy snuggled closer to Spike. As she watched the movie unfold she started giggling, and Spike smiled down at her.

Part 4

"So we started the chant, and Buffy I swear it was the most amazing thing. The energy just took over my body, and before I knew it was floating."

"Sounds real, Will," Buffy replied without much enthusiasm.

She had listened to Willow for over an hour gush about England. Buffy couldn't help but be slightly jealous, but then again she wouldn't give up her summer for anything. The thought put a smile on her face.

"There are some really powerful witches in England, and the spiritual vibes are unreal. I mean here on the hell mouth, it's all about the evil, dark vibes, but in England there is this incredibly positive mystical energy that surrounds everything. Noah told me it's from the rich mystic history. It just builds on itself. I learned so much."

"It sounds like you've become one hell of a witch."

"Yeah, I'm progressing, and progress is good."

Buffy turned her head towards the window. She swore she could feel his eyes on her. When she saw that the window was empty, Buffy sighed.

"Everything okay, Buffy?" Willow asked concerned by her friends detached, and preoccupied behavior.

"Fine," Buffy answered quickly turning back to Willow, and smiling.

Spike crouched in the shadows watching Buffy talk to Willow. He could hear her laughter, and see her smiling. It hadn't even been a day, and Spike missed Buffy already. The fact that he couldn't have her was killing him, and watching her be happy was ripping his heart out, but he couldn't turn away. He had to see her.

Eventually, Buffy, and Willow stood up, and walked towards the door. Spike quickly ducked around to the other side of the house, and waited. He heard the front door close, and then Willow's footsteps disappeared down the sidewalk.

Spike climbed up the side of Buffy's house, and perched on the edge of the roof outside the window to Buffy's room. He only had to wait a few moments before she entered.

Buffy walked into the room, and over to her dresser. She quickly grabbed a pair of pajamas, and her stuffed pig, before she headed towards her door. She paused briefly, and looked out the window. She sighed before leaving the room.

Spike waited, but when it became obvious that she was not coming back to her room, he hopped down from the roof. He landed on his feet, and walked around the perimeter of the house looking in all the windows. Each room on the first floor was dark, and empty. Spike knew she hadn't left, so he hoisted himself back up onto the roof.

Outside of Buffy's mother's room, Spike crouched down, and peered inside. Buffy was curled up in the middle of the bed holding Mr. Gordo protectively against her chest.

Spike got comfortable, and watched her sleep. A weird content sadness washed over him. He was sad that this was the way things had to be, but content because he was near her. He wasn't sure when, but somewhere along the road he had fallen in love with her, and as unexpected as it was, Spike had no regrets.

Spike climbed up the side of Buffy's house to her window. For the past three weeks, he had come to her window every night. Usually, they would be naked within minutes. Sometimes, they didn't even bother exchanging pleasantries.

Spike pulled himself up onto the roof, and walked over to the window. He stopped when he saw her swaying to the soft music filling her room. The first thought that entered his mind was how beautiful she was.

Buffy had her back to the window, and didn't see Spike as he watched her totally entranced. Feelings beside lust swelled inside of him. He silently climbed through the window, and slid off his duster. He crept towards her, and when he was close enough he slid his arm around her waist.

Buffy grasped his hands with hers, and they moved silently together to the music. Spike lowered his head to rest on top of hers, and he could smell the sweet vanilla scent that always surrounded her.

Neither said anything as the music flooded over them. When the song ended, Buffy turned around. She wrapped her arms around him, and rested her head on his chest. Spike ran his fingers through her hair, and held her tightly against him with his other hand on the small of her back. The music had stopped, but Buffy, and Spike still swayed slightly to the silence.

"This is nice," Buffy murmured.

Spike kissed the top of her head. She felt so good in his arms. Her body was so tiny, and warm, but he knew the strength it held. She radiated strength, and power even in moments like this. Spike loved it. She was so vulnerable, and yet so tough.

They were finally interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Spike released Buffy reluctantly, and she picked up the phone by her bed.

"Hello," she said into the receiver.

"Hey Giles, how's Israel?" Buffy asked as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

Spike figured she would be talking for a while so he walked around her room looking at her stuff as he listened to her side of the conversation with her former watcher.

"I'm good. No nothing really. A few vamps here and there. Yes, I'm being extremely careful."

Buffy was silent for a long time while she listened to Giles ramble. Spike flopped onto the bed, and propped himself up against the headboard.

"It's real quiet Giles I've been patrolling every night, and keeping my eyes, and ears open for anything. Yes Giles, if anything comes up, you'll be my first call. I promise, but I've got everything under control. I'm on top of it."

Buffy was listening to a long lecture again, and Spike got restless. He picked up her stuffed pig, and started playing with it as he waited for her to finish.

"Yes, Giles. Okay Giles. I know Giles. Right, okay. Bye bye. I promise. Cross my heart, and hope to die. Stop worrying. Okay bye."

Buffy hung up the phone, and sighed. Spike set the stuffed pig down, and looked at Buffy's back.

"Everything okay, pet?"

Buffy turned to Spike, and tried to smile. "Everything's fine. Giles is just worried."

"You can take of yourself."

"I know that, and you know that, and deep down inside, Giles knows that, but he worries. Plus he feels guilty about leaving me here all alone, especially after everything that has happened this year, and that whole Adam thing."

Spike didn't answer her right away. Finally, he asked the inevitable question.

"When are your friends coming back?"

"Two months at the end of August," she answered with a hint of regret in her voice.

"That's still a long way off," Spike commented.

"A lot changes in two months," Buffy replied rather cryptically.

"That it does, pet."

Spike picked up Buffy's stuffed pig again. He played with it nervously, because he didn't know what to say. His thoughts were all conflicted. The emotions he felt were strange, and unexpected. He had no qualms about shagging the slayer, but caring about her, and liking her was something he had not considered when he forged ahead with this thing they had. Now he couldn't escape it.

"Spike?"

Just hearing her say his name affected Spike. The way his name came off her lips was like she needed him. It was filled with desire, desperation, and the slightest hint of pleading.

"Let's not talk," Spike replied.

Spike reached over, and pulled her to him. She laid her head in his lap, and he stroked her hair. Eventually, she fell asleep her head still in his lap. Spike stayed there the whole night for the first time, since that first night three weeks ago, watching her sleep, and trying to make sense of it all.

When Buffy woke up the next morning, her room was dark, but she knew it was morning. She didn't get up. Instead she just rested her hand on top of Spike's.

"You're still here," she murmured sleepily.

"And you're finally up. I thought you were going to sleep all day," he answered placing a kiss on her temple.

"Did you sleep at all?" Buffy asked.

"Not really I've been playing with the pig," Spike joked.

"Ahh, Mr. Gordo," Buffy smiled.

"He's an amusing little bloke," Spike joked.

Spike moved Mr. Gordo in front of Buffy's face. "Spike is the biggest, baddest vampire in town, and he's bloody sexy too ," Spike said in a cartoon voice.

Buffy giggled, and sat up. "Looks like I have some competition for you," Buffy joked.

"I like the pig, but not that much," Spike answered. "What's the deal with the pig anyway?"

Buffy plucked Mr. Gordo from Spike's hands, and held him to her chest. "My dad gave him to me when I was eight. I was having nightmares, and couldn't sleep, so I would crawl into my parents bed were I felt safe, and not alone. Finally, my dad bought me Mr. Gordo. He told me that if I slept with Mr. Gordo I wouldn't be alone, and if I'm not alone there's nothing to fear."

"Did it work?"

"Yeah. To this day, if I feel alone, I hold Mr. Gordo, and I don't feel so alone anymore."