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Their table was a
cozy little booth in a darkened corner of the restaurant, allowing Buffy to get
comfortable cuddled against Spike as they waited for their meal. She felt
better just being in his arms, his touch pushing away any crazy notions of
Spike secretly being a vampire. Honestly, she didn�t know how Anya came up with
this stuff. What would she get into her head next � Willow was actually dating a werewolf?

Still, she
couldn�t help but worry Spike was mad at her, despite his claims to the
contrary. Or that he thought she was an insane person. Hell, she was
thinking maybe she was an insane person.

�You�re tense, luv.�

Buffy craned her
neck to look up at Spike without moving from his embrace. �I�m fine.�

One of Spike�s
hands came to rest on her thigh. �Well, you feel tense. This muscle here is all
knotted.� He slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress and began to massage
her leg.

Buffy gasped
softly. He couldn�t possibly be thinking about doing anything in a restaurant.
Sure, their table was off by itself, but there were still people around who
could see them. He wouldn�t actually take things any further than this�

Or maybe he
would� His hand crept over her inner thigh and past the edge of her panties,
dipping into her folds. �Spike!� Buffy hissed. �We�re in public.�

�Yeah, but in
order for anyone to see what I�m doing, they�d have to look under the
tablecloth, and that would just be nosy,� he replied, his tone surprisingly
conversational considering the fact he spoke while sliding one finger in and
out of her pussy.

�Spike�we�re not
supposed to be doing this here,� Buffy countered, even as she shivered in
pleasure.

�Worse case
scenario, they toss us out and we don�t come back to this place again.� Spike
leaned in to whisper against her ear. �Come on, luv.
Let me make you feel good.�

The rational part
of Buffy�s brain wanted to tell him he needed to stop. This just�wasn�t how you
behaved in a restaurant. But he could do more to her with one finger than her
husband had ever been able to do at all.

�Spread your legs
a bit, kitten. Give me room to play,� Spike said in a deep whisper.

Trembling with
pleasure and nervousness, Buffy complied with his request, her legs parting
slightly. Spike�s finger slid in deeper, soon joined by another. She fought
against a moan, forced herself to keep her expression as normal as possible so
as not to reveal what was going on under the table.

�You�re so wet,
kitten,� Spike whispered against her. �Dripping. This is really getting you
hot, isn�t it? I think you like me doing this with all these other people
around. I think it�s turning you on to know someone could figure out what
you�re letting me do, you bad girl.�

Buffy�s only
response was a choked whimper, but the new rush of moisture Spike felt coat his
fingers told him all he needed to know.

�I wish you were
on the table in front of me. I�d spread you open real wide, stick my tongue all
the way inside that nice, juicy quim. Mmm�what a feast that would be, baby.�

Buffy bit her lip
to keep in the moan that formed from that particular mental image. Memories of
what Spike could do with that tongue of his tempted her to just say to hell with
the fact this was a public place and let him do exactly what he had just
described.

Instead, she
swallowed hard as she saw the waitress arriving with their food. She felt
Spike�s fingers slide out of her and told herself she was relieved he wasn�t
going to continue with someone else right there.

Until she
realized stopping wasn�t his plan. As the waitress came closer, Spike brought
his fingers to her clit and began to rub vigorously. Buffy tried to fight the
sensations, but Spike was playing her body too expertly. Helpless to stop it,
all Buffy could do was bite her tongue when she came as the waitress set their
plates in front of them.

For his part,
Spike seemed oblivious to what his own fingers were doing. He smiled and
thanked the waitress while Buffy came down from her orgasm.

�I can�t believe
you did that in front of her,� Buffy hissed as Spike slipped his hand away from
her. �Couldn�t you have waited until she was gone?�

�Hey, you�re the
one who did the creaming, sweetheart.� Spike brought his hand up to his mouth
and sucked on the fingers that had been inside her, his eyes closing for a
moment as if he were savoring the flavor. �And what sweet cream it is, too,� he
said as his eyes opened and he winked at her,

Buffy blushed and
lowered her eyes away from his. �You�re a very, very bad man.�

�The baddest, baby,� Spike replied, curling his tongue against
his teeth in a way that made her wet and wanting all over again.

Buffy decided she
better hurry up and finish her dinner before they really did get thrown out of
the restaurant.

*** *** ***

She barely even
remembered coming into the room, and yet Buffy was on the floor of Spike�s
home, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her. The bed
was only a few feet away, and yet that had seemed too far as they�d tumbled to
the ground, quickly shifting just enough clothes to allow their joining.

Suddenly, Spike
rose up on his knees, bringing Buffy up with him, making her cry out as he
pushed her down further on his cock. She twined her arm around his neck,
holding on, and Spike reached under her rumpled dress to grab her bottom, using
it as leverage to bounce her faster, harder.

�I wanted to fuck
you in the restaurant,� Spike growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of
her bottom. �I wanted to throw you down right there, show every man who had his
eyes on you you�re mine. I bet you would�ve let me, too, as hot as you were. I
could smell your arousal, smell how hot you were getting thinking about my
cock. You want this all the time, don�t you baby? You can�t get enough of being
filled up with me.�

Buffy moaned in
response, sliding her hands up to take hold of Spike�s shoulders, steadying
herself as his thrusts got harder. One of his hands moved quickly, unfastening the
top of her halter dress and letting her breasts fall free. His hand then went
back to her ass, keeping her movements at the pace he wanted, leaving Buffy
helpless to do anything but hold on for the ride.

Then he leaned
in, caught the side of her bare breast in his mouth and bit down. Buffy
shrieked, spasming wildly as Spike came with a growl,
muffled in her skin.

Finally, he let
go of her breast, lapping at the mark he�d made until Buffy slumped forward,
boneless. Spike helped her rise with him so they could both make it the rest of
the way to the bed and crawl beneath the sheets. He gathered Buffy against his
chest, stroking her hair in time with her labored breathing.

�Have I told you
how much I love this hair?� he asked her after several minutes. �It�s the
softest thing I�ve ever touched. Buffy�s answer was a low hum in her throat,
and Spike chuckled. �Did I fry your brain again, luv?�

�Just a bit,�
Buffy replied, sounding a little dazed.

�Good.� Spike
moved away and Buffy reached for him, frowning.

�Where��

�Just getting my
clothes off,� Spike explained before she could finish her question.

Buffy smiled and
let him go. �Okay. Naked�s good. Especially for you.
You wearing clothes should be illegal or something.�

�I would say the
same thing about you, pet, only then I�d waste time I could spend shagging you
beating up all the blokes who would be looking at you,� he said with a wink.

Buffy giggled as
she sat up and pulled her wadded dress over her head. �What happened to my
panties?� she asked, realizing for the first time they were completely gone.

�Oh, I ripped
those off and threw them�� Spike glanced around the room with a slight frown.
�Somewhere.�

�Doesn�t matter,�
Buffy said with a laugh. �Don�t need �em.� She held
her arms out to a now-naked Spike. �Come back.�

Spike didn�t
hesitate in rejoining her on the bed and pulling her back into his arms. He
turned to look at her face and swallowed when he met her eyes. The way she
was looking at him�

�What is it about
you, sweetheart?� he asked softly as he caressed her cheek. �It�s been so long
since a woman has been meant a bloody thing to me. I didn�t think anyone would,
not after��

�Not after what?�
Buffy asked with a frown.

�Her,� Spike
replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Buffy felt an
immediate rush of jealousy and wished she didn�t. It would be silly to think
every woman in Spike�s life had been a fling before her. It wasn�t like there
hadn�t been men in her life before him.

�She�s dead,�
Spike said, feeling Buffy grow tense in his arms. �She died a long, long time
ago. I vowed then that I�d never love another woman.� He gave a half-laugh.
�Seemed like a romantic sort of thing to do.�

�But now?� Buffy
asked, cursing the tremble in her voice.

�You came out of
nowhere, luv. I saw you that first night. I stood on
the edge of the floor and watched you dance, and you bloody bewitched me.� He
swallowed hard. �I didn�t realize how lonely I�d been until you showed up and I
wasn�t anymore.�

�And your vow to
never fall in love again?�

�Oh, I�m falling,
baby. There�s no avoiding it now.�

�Do you want to?
Avoid it, I mean.�

�No.�

Buffy ran her
finger down his chest. �I think I�m falling for you, too. For a moment, I
thought maybe I was doing the rebound thing, but then I realized if anybody was
a rebound guy, it was Riley. And now, well, I certainly don�t need any time to
get over him. I don�t think I even loved him. Not really. Not passionately.�

�But you did love
someone. Someone else before him.�

Buffy nodded. If
Spike was going to let her in on a bit of his romantic past, she guessed had to
do the same. �Yeah. A guy I met in high school. I�well, I thought he was
someone he turned out not to be.� She thought back to what had served as the
death knell for her marriage. �I guess I make that mistake a lot.�

�Is that why you
worry about things like me standing you up?�

�I guess, yeah.
That and I met you in a club when we were both looking for a one-night stand.�

�That may have
been what I was looking for then, but I found something better,� Spike said
with a smile that made Buffy�s heart flutter.

�Yeah. Me, too.�

Spike cupped her
face and kissed her, and as Buffy wrapped her arms around him, she hoped this
time she�d gotten it right, that Spike was who he appeared to be. It seemed
with every man she�d ever been involved with, they�d turned out to be
completely unlike who she�d thought they were. They�d started out seeming like
Prince Charming only to reveal themselves to be anything but.

Maybe since Spike
had taken more of the opposite approach, this time would work out better.

Spike broke the
kiss and pushed Buffy�s hair away from her face. �Are you tired, kitten?� he
asked. Buffy yawned before she could answer, and Spike chuckled. �I guess
that�s a yes then.�

�Sorry. It�s been
kind of a long week.�

�That�s all
right,� Spike said as he settled back down with Buffy in his arms. �You might
as well get a little kip now, rest up so I can shag you all weekend.�

�Is �kip� British
for sleep?�

Spike gave her an
amused little smile. �Yeah.�

�Then kip sounds
good.� She yawned again as her eyes began to close. �So I�ll be all rested up
for more shagging. �Cause I fully expect you to make me bowlegged before the
weekend is over.�

Spike�s laugh
rumbled through Buffy�s body. �I�ll be more than obliged to fulfill that
request.�

�Good.� Buffy
cuddled closer to him, her face nestled against his bare chest.

Spike didn�t
follow her into sleep. Instead, he simply held her, fully awake as he listened
to the sound of her breathing.

*** *** ***

Buffy knew the
moment she woke that she was alone. She sat up, looking around for Spike,
though she wasn�t able to see much of anything in the dark. �Spike?� No answer,
and she began to worry. What if their conversation before she�d gone to sleep
had spooked him? What if he only thought he was feeling something for her until
he put voice to those feelings, and that made him realize he didn�t really want
her at all?

She shook her
head, telling herself that couldn�t be the case. If he was going to ditch her,
he wouldn�t do it by leaving her in his bed. He was probably just in the
bathroom or something. Still, she waited for him, her knees tucked under her
chin.

She didn�t know
how long she had been waiting when she heard the elevator. She turned sharply
when the door opened and someone stepped into the room. In the almost-complete
darkness she could barely make out the figure, and her heart beat faster as she
hoped it was indeed her lover. �Spike?�

His answering
growl was low, and for a second, Buffy could almost swear she saw his eyes
flash in the dark. Then, he moved so fast she didn�t realize he was on her
until he was ripping the sheet away from her body and flipping her over on her
stomach.

Within moments,
he�d stripped off his clothes and pulled her backwards onto his cock. Buffy
cried out, scrambling to grab on to the sheet for purchase. Instead, Spike brought
her up, stretching her legs apart to hold her in place as he pressed her back
against his chest.

She hissed in
pain as his teeth sank into her shoulder, though the growl he made against her
skin told her to stay put. She�d thought Spike had been unrestrained with her
before, but it hadn�t been like this. This was a whole new level � one that
almost frightened her. He seemed so out of it, like he wasn�t even completely
sure who he was.

One hand came up
roughly to tug on her nipple while his other hand gripped her hip bruisingly tight. His teeth were still in her skin, hurting
her more than it usually did when he bit her. Even when sex with Spike had been
on the rougher side, it had never really been violent, not like it was
now. He was hurting her.

And Buffy
realized as her pussy fluttered around him that she liked it.

Maybe that made
her sick or something, but as a particularly hard pull on her nipple sent her
spiraling into an orgasm, she didn�t really care.

Spike released
his hold on her shoulder, used both hands to slam her down onto his cock and
came with a grunt.

Finished, he
pulled her down with him onto the bed, wrapped her in his arms, and fell
asleep. It didn�t take Buffy long to follow him over.

*** *** ***

I�ve had a few
people complain that this fic hasn�t had anything
from Spike�s POV. I know it hasn�t, and it�s a decision I�ve made on purpose.
Eventually, I�ll have some of Spike�s POV, but I�ve chosen, as the author, to
have it all from Buffy�s POV from the time being. I�ve wanted to keep some
mystery around Spike that would be impossible if I went into his mind. So be patient, and I�ll get to it when it�s the right point in
the plot to reveal what Spike�s thinking. I do actually have this planned out
and it�s going the pace I want it to go. Thank you.
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