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What Was I Thinking!?!	By : MrsMuir Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 7784 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author�s Note: I apologize
for the long delay between updates. I was at the Oakland Convention then came
home to Hurricane Frances. It�s been a long week and a half but thinhoulhould be back to routine
now.

Chapter 13

�Spike, quit being such a
baby,� Buffy said after he had once again freaked about her driving. �It�s just
a little corn.�

�Yeah, and won�t somebody
notice there�s a huge chunk missing?� Spike said glancing behind him at the
large path she had left in their wake. Get out out of trouble with her father
was what had started this whole thing. Now, it only seemed to be getting worse.
She didn�t seem to notice or care about that bit of information.

�Hold on,� Buffy declared,
hitting the gas.

The truck lurched forward,
picking up momentum. Spike leaned forward to try and see what was going on. He
almost gasped when he saw the small ditch in front of them. She was going to
try and jump it. He couldn�t help as his hands flew to his face. There was no
way he was watching this wreck happen.

Every movement was f tho though and heard. The stalks protesting as they went down in front of them, the
bouncing of the truck, then finally his butt rose from the seat for a moment
before they landed. He slid to his left when the truck turned right. They were
on pavement again. His eyes flew open to see Buffy tearing down a road.

�Not going through anymore
of those, are you?�

�If I have to,� Buffy said.
Her eyes narrowed as she glanced over at him. �You really don�t trust me, do
you?�

�It�s not you, pet,� Spike
conciliated. �I do trust you with just about everything, but�� He glanced
behind them again, unconsciously shaking his head at the disaster they�d left
behind them.

�You�re being an asshole,�
Buffy sniffled. Her lower lrembrembled as she blinked back tears. �I got us out
of there and away from you getting the shit beaten out of you. And you�re being
all ungrateful and stuff.�

�Excuse me?� Spike squeaked.
�Me? Getting beaten? I can handle that git.�

�Oh, of course,� Buffy
sarcastically threw out. She turned another corner without slowing down. The
rear tires squealed as they tried to find purchase on the pavement. �You�re
just all Mr. Superman or something. Take on a whole frickin� bar tRileRiley and
his cronies. Excuse me. Shall I find them again?� She muttered something else
under her breath.

�What was that?� Spike
demanded. �Go ahead and say it. You�ve insulted my masculinity real well up to
this point. Add a little more onto the fire.�

He ran his hand through his
hair while staring out the window. All he had wanted was a night with Buffy in
his arms. A little loving with the beautiful girl who made him feel like more
of a man than anyone else had in his life. She made him dream things he didn�t
want to dream about and now she was tearing them apart. Were all women this
traitorous? Let a man think he was everything then let him know he was nothing
but dirt under their feet.

The truck screeched to a
stop making him look up from his musings. They were parked under a large tree
on a back road somewhere. Maybe this was where they were supposed to meet the
others. He heard a sob and turned in astonishment to Buffy.

�Luv, what�s wrong?� Spike
asked, just like the fool for love that he was. He scooted closer to her but
she met him halfway. Her arms wound around his neck while she straddled him.
Buffy pressed her sweet lips to his with a desperation that sent chills down
his back. �Shush, its okay, Buffy, everything�s okay.�

�No, it�s not,� Buffy
hiccupped, still pressing quick kisses to his mouth. �I was so scared when
those horrid men were kicking you on the floor. You came to my rescue. I love
you,� She declared, meeting his lips with her own parted ones. Her tongue
darted into his mouth.

A groan rose unbidden deep
from within his throat at her invasion. Grasping her bottom he pulled her
forward while he slid down. There was a moment when they both froze as denim
met lace. His cock twitched in anticipation of getting free to only be taken
captive again by her warmth. She was where he wanted her. His hand moved up to
tangle in her hair so that he could reverse the kiss. He pushed her tongue back
into her mouth, tangling with it in a fevered battle that neither wanted to
end.

Spike felt bad for all his
earlier doubts about her. He pulled away for a second. She followed. Before her
lips met his again, he was able to whisper his vow to her, �I love you, too,
Buffy, with all of me.�

It was done. She stopped in
surprise for only a moment. She gave a happy sigh before her hands tangled in
his hair and her heat pressed down on him. She rocked against him over and over
again. The friction between them a raging fire that could only be quenched one
way. He reached under her skirt. His fingers drifted upwards along the
silkiness of her thighs until they tangled in the remains of her panties. With
one quick tug they were off.

�May I?� He whispered
raggedly as his fingers started to pop the buttons on his jeans. She was giving
rapid licks to his earlobe then venturing downwards. She didn�t answer one way
or another except to reach in the glove box to hand him a condom. He rolled it
on with one hand and with the other he helped to position her.

With a shake of her hair she
pulled back. She gavlonglong inhale then slowly sank down on him. Their
foreheads met as they came together. Her juices coated his cock giving him an
easier entrance into the tightness of her body.

�Need you so much,� Buffy
whispered, clutching his shoulders as she squirmed to take him deeper into her.

There wasn�t any way he
could fill her any more. She was stretched taut over him. It was the softest
velvet that he�d ever known. Buffy fulfilled his every fantasy from early
puberty on. He held her still for a moment, trying to ignore her whimper of
desperation, until he knew for sure that he wouldn�t come right then.

�Hold on, Luv,� Spike
pleaded, when he felt her quiver. �You feel so damn good�I need a second.�

�A second is too long,�
Buffy replied, caressing his face with the barest touch of her fingertips.
�Wish I could always be like this with you.�

�Me too, baby, me too.�

Using his heels he pushed
into her feeling the stretch her body made to accommodate his girth. A pleasured moan reverberated through her
small being making him smile in manly arrogance. Taking the cue she began to ride
him. Slow at first as she learned the rhythm, drawing out every ripple against
him, driving him slowly mad. Her eyes sparkled as she stared into his eyes
almost unblinking. Their breath mingled as they panted out their desire. Her
hands pressed against the roof of the truck as she threw her head back. The new
angle brought him against her cervix with each downward thrust she made.

Her hair danced in the
moonlight, curtaining him from the outside world. He was entranced; deeply
drawn into her seductive spell that wound around him without mercy. His hands
floated along her thighs, tangling in the hem of her dress, pulling it up so he
could trace the softness of her belly. Her breath hitched as his fingertips
traveled along her rib cage. Barely audible mewls fell like rain from her kiss
swollen lips fueling his exploration.

Buffy arched her breasts
forward, begging for his attention. He quickly popped the buttons on her dress,
pulling her forward so that he could bury his face between the soft mounds. He
inhaled the soft flowery scent she wore mingled with the earthy musk of her
flesh. It filled him with an urgent need to make this woman his. He shivered
under the emotions that filled him. She flowed around and through his senses
until there was nothing left but her.

He tasted the dew drops of
sweat that dripped between her breasts. He bit the side of one then suckled the
mark he left. She reached between them, popping open her bra, directing him the
pebbled tip.

�Keep driving, Spike,� Buffy
suddenly urged, pressing down on his leg.

�What? Why?� Spike looked
over at her then saw what was upsetting her.

Her father�s patrol car sat
in the driveway.

�I can�t do it anymore,�
Buffy whispered. �I can�t go from being so happy with you to being made
miserable for being alive. Being told how wrong I am for wanting you. I just
can�t,� she sobbed, burying her face against his side.

It was time to start proving
his love.

He kept driving.

to be continued�
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