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Fighting For Love	By : oldbooks Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 2630 -:- 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
- 13
- 14
- 15
Author's Note: Warnings: Torture, Extreme Language, Rape/Actual, Sexual Situations, Violence (offending chapters will be noted)

Pairings: Riley/Buffy; Spike/Buffy

Challenge Requirements at the end

Chapter 14

Spike walked up the front steps of the house at 1630 Revello Drive. He rapped his knuckles against the hard wood of the door and stepped back and waited for the door to open. He stood there dressed in his usual attire of duster, plain black shirt, nice button shirt over it, and a crisp pair of jeans with his Doc Martens.

Joyce opened the door and smiled when she saw Spike standing before her. He was such a handsome boy. Well she couldn�t really call him a boy since he was like a century older than she was. She gave him a confused look. �Spike why are you at the front door? And knocking?�

Spike half-smiled at Joyce. �Hello, Joyce. I figured if I was going to take Buffy on a proper outing, I�d use the front door for once.�

"You�re taking Buffy on an outing?� Joyce squeaked in surprise.

"Yeah, if that�s all right with you. I would like to take Buffy out tonight, get her out of the house, give her a break and have her enjoy herself for once.� Spike suggested.

Joyce gave Spike a huge smile. �I think that sounds like a fine idea.� Joyce stepped out of the way. �Oh, please forgive me. Come in, Spike.�

Spike gave a curt nod and stepped over the threshold into the entryway. He closed his eyes for a moment, reached his senses out to find Buffy, and located her in the living room. He followed her scent to the doorway of the living room and stopped. She sat on the couch, dressed casually watching television. Even now she was beautiful to him.

Joyce came up behind Spike. �Buffy, Spike�s here to take you out.�

Buffy looked up at her mother surprised. �He, what?"

Joyce pursed her lips. �Spike�s here to take you out and I think you need it. You can finally have a night for yourself. Don�t worry about me or Giles. Just enjoy yourself.�

Buffy gave her mother an irritated look. Why would Spike want to take her out on . . . a date? More importantly, her mother is pushing her for a date with Spike? Buffy knew her mother liked Spike. But she was shocked to know her mother accepted Spike as date-worthy. �Are you serious?�

Joyce rolled her eyes at her daughter. Sometimes Buffy was so stubborn when it came to dating. To her daughter and Mr. Giles it was all about being a Slayer and they forgot that Buffy was still a twenty-year-old girl who still was able to enjoy life�s little nuances such as going out and having fun with friends. �Listen, you�ve either been with Giles or cooped up in this house. Spike is offering to take you out so you can be carefree for a few hours at least, and I agree with him on this. Now go get your shoes and jacket.�

Buffy let out a small sigh, got up and ran up the stairs to retrieve her jacket and shoes.

Spike smiled at Buffy�s retreating back. �I did spring this on her. She wasn�t expecting me to formally take her out anywhere.�

Joyce smile gratefully at Spike. �I�m sure you did. I�m grateful that you would do this for her. She sure does need to get out of this house.�

Buffy came down the stairs as she was putting her jacket on. She stopped at the foot of the stairs and smiled at Spike. She sat on a step and put her shoes on as she mulled over the idea of actually going out. Besides it was Spike, so she felt safe enough, as safe as one could be in the company of a vampire who swore fealty to her.

Spike smiled back. �Are you ready?�

Buffy nodded. She walked out the door with Spike following, saying good bye to Joyce before closing the door.

�Where are we going?� Buffy asked. Spike taking her out was a new venue she never thought was possible. She watched his chiseled features as they walked down the sidewalk.

"Somewhere where you can loosen up and be yourself.� Spike told her.

They walked in silence each sneaking peeks of the other when they thought the other person wasn�t aware of it. Their hands brushed against each other as they fell into step with each other. Then their hands slid together, their fingers lacing through each other. It seemed natural when their fingers interlocked like a jigsaw puzzle and two pieces became one.

They got to Sunnydale�s Holiday Inn and Spike dragged Buffy in. Inside someone had rented out the common room for a dance. The room was crowded and smelled of stale perfume and perspiration. Something off the Dirty Dancing soundtrack was playing and Spike fell into the rhythm pulling Buffy with him. They swayed together and ground against each other. Buffy started off reserved but by the third song, she was relaxed and dancing carefree, moving along with Spike.

The DJ noticed the blond couple and with every song that he spun, the rhythm got slower, and the moves got dirtier, until Spike and Buffy were meshed together. Her arms were around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. His hands gripped her waist and his pelvis ground against hers. The heat from her body seeped through their clothes and seared his cool skin.

When the DJ played Ani DiFranco�s Circle of Light, Buffy turned in Spike�s arms, her back against his front. She reached behind her to grip his hips as he held hers in his and rotated her hips against his crotch. Her head rested on his shoulder. Spike growled low in his throat. He didn�t know how much of this he could take. Buffy was going to be the death of him at this rate.

When the DJ played Prince�s Darling Nikki, Spike gripped Buffy�s hips and rotated their hips together and slid his hands from the side curve of her breasts down to her thighs, swaying with Buffy the entire time. To an outsider it seemed like the blond couple was in a mating ritual.

Spike nearly came in his jeans when strands of Nine Inch Nails� version of Queen�s Get Down Make Love came over the PA and Buffy slid down the front of his body and slowly worked her way up again. His fingertips caressed her cheeks, throat, shoulders, breasts, stomach and waist as she crawled up his body in time with the music. That was it, he was hard and she was killing him. Could a vampire dust from the heat rolling off a human body this way?

Buffy smiled to herself when she felt Spike�s growl vibrate against her, making her nipples hard and a pool of liquid form in her panties. Was he regretting his decision to bring her here to be herself? She melted against him moaning softly when he bent closer and nipped at her ear with blunt human teeth. His shallow breath cooled the heated flesh of her neck causing her to shiver against him.

Spike took the lead when Billy Idol�s Flesh for Fantasy came over the PA. He ground his hips against Buffy. He crushed her against his chest, burying his face in the curve of her neck as he moved her body against his own. He sang the words in her ear while they moved together.

Everyone around them had backed away to watch the blond couple through the whole thing. The sexual energy rolled over the couple causing those around them to feel more than just the heat of the crowded room. The more the couple moved against each other, the hotter the aura around them became. At the end of the song, Spike took Buffy�s hand and led her out of the crowded room.

Spike went over to the front desk and asked for his key and pulled Buffy with him to the elevator. The second the doors closed and Spike had pressed the button for the appropriate floor, Buffy tugged on the lapels of his duster, pulling him against her.

Spike looked down in Buffy�s passion-glazed eyes as he walked her back against the corner of the elevator. With her body cocooned in his duster, he bent his head and pressed his lips against hers. He licked her full lips until they parted on a moan and then plunged his tongue into the honeyed heat of her mouth. He sensually licked the soft flesh inside, running his tongue along hers, groaning with need.

Buffy�s hands fisted the lapels of his duster as she pressed her body against his lean frame. She arched into his body and deepened the kiss, letting her tongue explore his mouth in return. She purred into the kiss at the taste and feel of his cool body against her heated flesh.

They stayed locked together through the elevator ride. Spike�s hands were everywhere at once: caressing the curve of her back, her hips, squeezing her ass and pulling her against his straining hardness. Buffy stroked the back of his neck, her fingers teasing the hair at his nape. They broke away when they heard the loud ding and the doors slid open.

Spike laced his fingers through Buffy�s again and led her down the hall looking at the numbers on the doors until he came to his. He pushed the keycard into the slot and jerked it out when it unlocked. He opened the door and tugged her inside, shut the door behind him and heard it lock.

Spike shrugged his duster off and threw it on a nearby chair. He watched Buffy remove her own jacket as he walked to the mini bar to get a drink. After choosing a beverage he leaned back against the bar and watched her with hungry eyes. She was golden perfection. His gaze grew hot when she shrugged her jacket off to reveal her tank top.

Heat spread through Buffy�s body when she felt Spike�s eyes on her. She could feel the trail of his sight like it were his fingers as they moved down her face, neck, shoulders, breasts, and stomach. When his gaze hit her mound a flood of liquid released into her panties.

Spike could smell Buffy�s arousal from across the room. He put the glass down and stalked over to where she was by the bed. His movements slow and deliberate like a panther stalking his prey. He cocked his head and watched her reaction as his fingertips followed the path that his eyes had traveled a moment ago.

Buffy saw Spike through passion-glazed eyes. She moaned softly at the bare caress of his fingers on her hot flesh. When his hand flattened out on her chest and trailed down to her abdomen her body seemed to arch into his touch of its own accord. She never felt like this, never responded like this with anyone before.

Spike smirked when he saw Buffy�s body responding to what he, Spike, William the Bloody, was doing to her by his mere touch. He wondered if Angelus had any idea that she was this responsive to touch. He knew Captain Cardboard had no clue. He growled possessively at the thought of anyone but him finding out the hidden surprises in Buffy�s hot little body. �You�re so responsive, kitten.� His voice was a just above a whisper.

Buffy moaned softly. She felt as if she was burning up and Spike�s cool touch on her body soothed her. She stared into his eyes through a haze of passion. Her hands started an exploration of their own. She ran her small hands over his clad chest and taut stomach and gliding her nails back up his arms to his shoulders. She was rewarded with the shudder of his body and a quiet moan that escaped his lips. �So are you,� she mused.

Spike pulled his shirt off, tugging his t-shirt over his head. He stood before Buffy in his half naked glory. His muscles rippled under her scrutiny. The scent of her arousal from watching him turned him on even more. He ripped his thoughts away from throwing her on the bed and burying himself deep inside her heat.

Buffy ate up the sight of half naked Spike, fuelling the fire that threatened to consume her. She licked her lips when her eyes fell on his nipples and something inside dared her to lean closer and flick her tongue over the hard nub. She leaned over and flicked her tongue over a nipple eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him.

Spike hissed and shivered at the touch of Buffy�s hot tongue. If he died from burning to ash tonight it would be well worth it just to feel her heat seep into his flesh. He threaded his fingers through her hair, tugging her head back gently and kissed her hard. His lips claimed hers, plunging his tongue into the heat of her mouth, devouring her. His arm went around her waist and hauled her up against his hard body. He pushed her back on the bed and slid perfectly between her thighs.

Buffy grew hotter as she returned Spike�s kisses with equal fervor. She went willingly as he pushed her up the bed so that her head lay on the pillows. She moaned in protest when he broke the kiss to pull her shirt up over her head. She didn�t care where it went; she only wanted his touch on her burning flesh. She pulled him back to her for another passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth to roll over his cool tongue. Her body arched and strained against his, her hips grinding against his crotch.

Spike growled in his throat and it reverberated in his chest. Buffy was so hot and responsive to his touch, he didn�t think he could last through the foreplay before coming in his pants. He had to be sure this was what she wanted, that she knew exactly where this would lead, that she wouldn�t regret it in the morning. He didn�t want to think of the rejection in her eyes when reality hit hard. �Buffy?� he sighed against her lips.

�Hmmm?� Buffy moaned in response. Her nails skimmed his shoulders and upper back, needing to feel him.

Spike pulled back reluctantly. He winced at her squeak of protest. �Buffy, love, are you sure you want this? Do you know where this is going? What will happen, the result in the end?�

Buffy thought for a moment. Her dreams of Spike and Angelus protecting her came to the forefront of her mind and she nodded. �I know. I want you to claim me, to feel your love and protection completely surround me. I�m tired of having to defend myself around someone who should love me but doesn�t. I want this, Spike. I want you.�

Something burst inside Spike and he shuddered in pleasure at her words. He wanted to make it perfectly clear to her that, after this night, they would belong to each other. That nothing would sever that bond between them. �Buffy . . . once this happens it can�t be undone. Once the claim is in place, it�s forever.�

Buffy looked up at Spike through watery eyes. �I know that, honey. I wouldn�t want it any other way.� She closed her eyes to gain courage for her next words. She cupped his cheek in her hand and stared into his cerulean eyes. �I love you, Spike. I suppose I always have but I�ve been too afraid to feel or act on it. I thought having a normal boyfriend would stop the feelings but that didn�t help. Lately you�ve been so attentive and caring �. I finally let myself feel for you

and those feelings are threatening to swallow me whole.�

Spike was shell-shocked by Buffy�s admission. He never dreamed of hearing those four little words pass through her lips and actually mean it. He wanted to rush over to the windows, open them and cry out his joy to the whole world: His Slayer loved him! Instead he swooped down and kissed her hungrily, telling her that he loved her by touch and taste. He reached down between them and opened her pants as he kissed and licked his way down her throat to her breasts.

Buffy moaned and squirmed, trying to help Spike get her pants off. She arched her back and unsnapped her bra, pulling it off and flinging it away. Her hands immediately went to run over the flesh of his back and shoulders, delving into his hair. She raised her hips and gyrated against his body, kicking her pants off. She gasped when Spike ripped her thong away from her body. �You have too many clothes on. Take your jeans off,� she breathed.

Spike chuckled against her breast. She was an insistent little minx. He sat up between her thighs and unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and tugged them off, pitching them over the bed. He allowed her to look at him and moaned when he saw her hungry gaze take him in with appreciation.

Buffy couldn�t take her eyes off him. He was perfect, lean, muscled, and cool and smooth like marble. She held out her arms welcoming him to lie against her body. When he accepted, she let her hands slither over his cool flesh. She arched under his touch when he slid down her body.

Spike could do nothing but accept her invitation. His skin was itching to feel the heat she provided. He nibbled and licked each nipple to a painfully hard peak before licking the tender underside of her breast. He licked circles down her ribs and nipped at her stomach, running his tongue over the contracting muscles there. He moved lower to take her clit between his teeth and lick the tender nub. He smiled to himself when his tongue sent a violent shudder through her, causing her hips to buck and her thighs to tighten around his head.

Buffy shivered under his slow attention. She nearly cried out when his cool breath fanned her sensitive clit. When Spike�s soft, smooth human tongue laved the little nub it struck her like an electric shock. Angel had never told her about this sensation. Riley never even got near her clit with his mouth. Yet here Spike was, head buried between her thighs lapping at her clit like he was dying of thirst. She squirmed and pushed against him. If he was going to kill her this way, she�d have no problem with it.

Spike heard her moan when he carefully pressed two fingers into her folds, purring in his throat as her tight muscled sucked his fingers deeper into her heat. He flicked his tongue over her clit faster, biting on it every so often while he worked his fingers in and out of her tight quim, pulling against her grasping muscles and pushing back in again.

Buffy cried out Spike�s name, squirming and bucking under his mouth, rocking her hips on his fingers. He was torturing her, she knew it. She clawed the sheets and raised her hips to grind against his mouth.

Spike moved lower and replaced his fingers with his tongue. He rubbed his thumb against her clit then he pushed his tongue into her hot, tight quim, licking the bundled nerves at the roof of it. He moaned at the feel of her body shuddering around him.

Buffy cried out a moan, rocked and her hips against Spike�s fingers, and shuddered as a small orgasm shook her body at the feel of his tongue entering her. A tightly coiled feeling burst throughout her body when she came from the dual sensations of his fingers and tongue. �Spike! Oh, God!�

Spike opened his mouth to let her essence pour in as she came. He licked her cleft clean of the fluid before creeping up her body, settling his hips in the well of hers. He brushed her hair back from her face and kissed her, his teeth playfully nipping at her bottom lip. �Yes, love?�

�I never felt anything like that before. That was . . .,� Buffy started to explain.

�Your first mind-blowing orgasm,� Spike provided as he nuzzled her cheek. He reached down to take himself in hand and rub the head against her clit before positioning his hard cock to push deep inside of her.

Buffy leaned into his embrace. When she felt his shaft nudge between her thighs she raised her hips to rub against it. That brought a moan from both of them. She raised her knees along his sides and cried out against his shoulder when his shaft thrust deep, filling her completely.

Spike wrapped himself around her and crushed her to him. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, growling against her pulse point when he felt her heat envelope his cock. He wondered if he had died and gone to heaven. Buffy�s body was so hot and welcoming for him, he wanted to cry. He pulled his hips back and thrust deeper, grinding against her clit. Her moans of pleasure near his ear were driving him wild. With each moan he received he pushed even deeper.

Buffy cried out her passion. She loved � really loved � the feeling of Spike inside of her. He made her feel full, complete, whole, like he was the piece missing from her life. She rocked her hips matching him thrust for thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him all the way inside her, then let her muscles work his cock.

Spike nearly came right then when he felt Buffy pull him inside her to the hilt and felt her muscles contracting around his shaft. �Buffy . . . I can�t take any more. Please, love . . .�

Buffy answered by moving her head to the side, offering Spike her throat. She ran her fingers through his hair and brought his head down against her shoulder. She shuddered deliciously when she felt his face shift to his demon and gasped when she felt his fangs sink into her flesh. Her pussy contracted around his cock with each strong pull of her blood that he took. She took upon herself to complete the claim by tearing into his neck with her blunt teeth, lapping at blood welling up.

Spike�s fangs sank into the curve of Buffy�s neck like a knife through warm butter. He plunged into her body with one good hard thrust then came with the first taste of her blood. Slayer�s blood was ambrosia for any vampire, but the verity that it was Buffy and she had given it to him freely made it sweeter than the finest wine he had ever tasted. He growled into her throat when he felt her muscles contracting around his shaft.

He gave a sharp gasp when he felt her tear into his neck, and held her tighter to him. He carefully extracted his fangs, pricked his tongue and lathed the wounds, sealing them with his blood and saliva. �MINE!� he hissed possessively in her ear.

�Yours,� Buffy said in a strong clear voice before repeating, �MINE!�

Spike pulled back to stare into Buffy�s eyes. �Yours.� He kissed her.

Buffy hugged him to her and cried softly into his shoulder. Spike rolled over so that she was on top of him. He smoothed her hair out of her eyes. �Something wrong, pet?�

Buffy shook her head against him and sat up a bit. �No, nothing�s wrong. I just never expected making love to be so beautiful. I never expected to enjoy it so much.� She smiled down at him, �Thank you.�

Spike took her face in his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Within seconds it turned into a passionate, possessive kiss on both sides. �You�re welcome, Buffy. Expect many more like this or better in the future.�

Buffy smiled and lay next to Spike, resting her head on his shoulder and he curled around her body protectively and they drifted off.

Neither of them saw the figure with the night vision binoculars spying on the couple from the low roof of the building across from the hotel.
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