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Willow knew Buffy well enough to know
something was off. For one thing, she was smiling. A lot.
And it was a genuine smile, not the sort that Buffy put on just for the
customers. It was something Willow had rarely seen from her friend.
"Buffy, are you okay? You didn't like, hit your head really hard on the
way to work today, did you?"
Buffy didn't respond. She was leaning
against the counter, that huge smile on her face. Plus a very far away look in
her eyes. "Uh, Buffy? Are you home in
there?"
Anya walked out from the back office and
past the counter on her way towards the front door. "She had really great
sex. It gives you that goofy, dazed look."
Buffy snapped to attention then. "Anya!"
"Well, you did. I'm going out for
lunch. You guys want me to pick something up?"
"I'm good," Buffy said, trying to push back the blush Anya's declaration had
brought to her face. At least there hadn't been any customers in at the time�
"I'm fine, too, thanks," Willow
said.
Anya smiled perkily. "Okay. See you two
in a bit."
Willow turned on Buffy as soon as Anya was
out of the building. "What was she talking about?"
Buffy's attempts to keep from blushing
proved completely futile as she turned bright red. "I had sex with
Spike."
"Spike!? Seriously? What about
Riley?"
"Ugh. Riley was a temporary lapse in
sanity."
"Oh my god, Buffy, this is huge!"
"Yeah, and so is Spike." Buffy's
eyes widened. "I can't believe that came out of my mouth. He's turned me
into a perv."
Willow smirked. "Wow. I've never seen
you like this over a guy. Ever." Suddenly, she
was pouting. "And how come Anya knew before me? I'm the best friend here! We've
been at work together for hours, and you haven't said anything!"
"I was going to," Buffy insisted. "But
every time I'd start, I'd think about Spike, and well�"
"Which explains the
glassy eyes and huge grin."
"Oh yeah." As if on cue, the grin returned. "Will, it was amazing. I didn't know sex could be like
that in real life. I thought movies were just making it up. But then I was with
Spike, and wow. Just�wow."
Willow gave Buffy a light nudge with her
elbow. "I told you there was sparkage."
"Oh, there's sparkage. I'm surprised we
didn't catch something on fire."
"I'm really happy for your,
Buffy," Willow said. "I was worried about you, alone all the
time." She frowned. "But that still doesn't explain why Anya knew
before me."
"Spike and I slept together for the
first time the night before last. And then when we woke up, I didn't want to
stop. So I called Anya and asked for the day off," Buffy explained.
"Figures Anya would take 'having sex'
as an acceptable reason to skip work. Hey, didn't you have a date with Riley
two nights ago?"
"Um, yeah."
"So how did you go from on a date with
Riley to sleeping with Spike?"
"We were double dating with a friend of
Riley's, and his girlfriend wanted to go see Spike's band. Only I didn't know
it was Spike's band until I got there. I mean, can you even imagine the odds?
Out of all the clubs and all the bands in New York, that's where we end up�
Anyway, Spike gets on stage, and he starts singing to me. Well, really it was
like musical foreplay. I swear, that man is�"
Buffy stopped, shaking her head. "Anyway, he ended the set for the night
with a song he wrote for me, and�"
Willow cut Buffy off with a loud "aww!" "He wrote you a song? Buffy, that's so
romantic." She frowned. "Unless it was a song about thinking you're a
bitch or something�"
"Willow! It was a nice song. Really pretty. Made me feel all gushy
inside." Buffy's dreamy look returned again at the memory.
"But then Riley got all jealous and tried to drag me out of the club, only
Spike wouldn't let him. He was all sexy and�ugh, Willow, I think I'm falling in
love."
Willow's eyes widened. "Love?
Seriously? You?"
"Yes, me. Miss No-Man-Shall-Have-My-Heart herself."
"Does Spike know this?" Willow
asked.
"I haven't told him," Buffy
replied. "I want to make sure first, you know? And I'm so happy right now.
I don't want anything to mess it up."
Suddenly, the front door burst open, Snyder
striding in, a glare on his face. "Do you know what I see right now?"
he asked as he approached the counter.
"A bakery?" Buffy replied.
"No. I see an empty bakery. And do you know why it's empty?"
"No one wants a cookie?" Willow
asked.
"It's because there's gossip. People don't
want to buy from gossipers." Snyder glared at the two girls before going
back into his office, slamming the door behind him. He opened it again a moment
later, peering out. "I'll be watching you two on the cameras."
Buffy and Willow shared a look before going
off to find something to pretend to clean to keep Snyder happy.

***
*** ***
Usually, Buffy cursed the lack of elevator
in her building. After a long day at work, on her feet all day, the last thing
she wanted to do was go up four flights of stairs. But today, she practically
flew up them, her only thought being getting home to Spike.
Home
to Spike� She liked the sound of
that.
She walked in the front door to find him
asleep in the couch. The television was on, and the remote control was on the
floor under his outstretched hand. He was wearing nothing but a pair of worn
jeans, and Buffy licked her lips as a naughty idea she couldn't bring herself
to ignore sprung to mind.
Buffy shut the door as quietly as she could,
not wanting to risk waking Spike up before she was ready. She crept over to the
couch, kneeling beside it and slowly unbuttoning Spike's jeans. She pulled out
his cock, stroking it slowly and marveling at how it seemed to come to life in
her hands. He'd been at least semi-erect every time she'd seen him before, and
she enjoyed this chance to watch him grow hard.
He stirred, making a soft sound, and Buffy
looked up, watching his face. When she discerned that he was still asleep, she
leaned down, taking him in her mouth. Unable to fit him all in, Buffy brought
her hands back in to play, using one to stroke the rest of his length, and the
other to cup his balls.
Spike groaned as he started to wake. He'd
been having the most wonderful dream and� His train of thought stopped short as
he realized he was still feeling what he had in his dream. He opened his eyes
and confirmed it. Buffy was really here, eagerly sucking his cock. "Buffy�"
Spike moaned, his hand coming up to gently rest in her hair. "Oh
god, pet."
Buffy looked up, her eyes sparkling with
mischief as they met his. Spike shivered. "Bloody dream come true, you
are," he said. After all, it was the truth�
Buffy began to move faster on him, twisting
both her hand and her mouth on every upstroke. Spike's eyes closed again as he
mumbled a litany of praises for both her and what she was doing to him. She
tightened the grip she had on him before sliding up again slowly, barely
grazing him with her teeth before pulling up almost completely, only to roll
her tongue around the head of his cock. Spike groaned loudly, his hips bucking
off the couch. Pleased with his response, she did it again.
Spike knew he couldn't hold off his orgasm. What
she was doing to him was too wonderful for it last any longer. "Stop�Buffy,
you have to stop."
Buffy pulled up, Spike responding to the action
with a whimper. "Did I�did I do something wrong?"
"No. It's perfect, luv," Spike
replied softly, stroking her cheek. "You just got me so close. Didn't want to come in your pretty little mouth."
Buffy traced the underside of his cock with
her fingernail. "But wouldn't that feel good, baby?"
Spike trembled. What this woman could do to
him... "Yeah. It would feel so good, Buffy�"
"Then do it," Buffy said before engulfing
him with her hot mouth again. She sucked him hard, squeezing his balls as she
did. Now that he had her permission, Spike came, emptying himself into her
mouth with a heartfelt groan. Buffy swallowed, not pulling up until he was
done. As she lifted her head, she met his eyes, wiping the little bit of come
that had leaked out of her mouth on to her finger and licking it off.
If the blow job hadn't been enough to turn
his brain to mush, that little act was. Spike lay completely limp on the couch,
breathing heavily. Buffy crawled up his body, stopping to nip at his ear.
"Spikey, honey� Did I break you?"
"God, just about. Anyone ever tell you you're a fucking good cocksucker?" Spike frowned. "Wait, don't answer
that."
"Mmm�it's easy with a cock as tasty as
yours, baby," Buffy purred, reaching down to squeeze the organ in
question.
Spike moaned. His eyes widened when he
realized he was growing hard again. Was that even possible? Bloody hell�
"Go get a condom, pet," Spike
said. "Then come back here and ride me."
Buffy shivered. His voice was dark with
sexual promise, and just the thought of what he was suggesting made her
unbelievably wet. She stood on shaky legs, going into the bed room as fast as
she could.
Spike kicked off his jeans as he waited for
her to come back. His hand strayed to his cock, stroking it back towards full
hardness as he anticipated how good it would feel to be back inside his Buffy.
When she returned, Buffy had not only gotten
the condom, but had also taken off her clothes, leaving her deliciously bare to
his heated gaze. She walked slowly over to him, straddling his calves and
taking hold of his cock. "Is this where you want me, baby? You want to
feel my pussy squeezing you till you pop?"
Spike fought the urge to come right then and
there. She was so incredibly sexy like this, making him harder than he ever
remembered being before. "Yes�"
"Beg me."
Spike's eyes widened. So baby wanted to play, did she� He
responded with a leer. "Make me wanna beg."
Buffy licked her lips, then
leaned down, nuzzling her mouth against his chest. Suddenly, she took one of
his nipples in her mouth, biting down lightly. Spike cried out, his hips
bucking. Buffy's tongue darted out then, soothing the sting of her teeth.
"Did you like that, Spike?" she cooed.
"Yes�"
Buffy smiled slightly before moving to the
other side, giving the same treatment to that nipple that she'd given the
other. Spike groaned, fighting back the "please" that threatened to
come from his mouth. He was enjoying this too much to give in so soon. He
reached out to cup one of her breasts, but she pushed his hand away.
"No. No touching."
Spike moved his hand back almost
immediately, wanting to test her limits, see how far she'd go with what she
started. Buffy grabbed his wrist, pushing it above his head. "Do I have to
tie you down?"
Spike smirked, running his tongue over his
teeth. "I'm more than willing if that's what you want, pet."
Buffy's eyes widened, that answer not the
one she'd been expecting. And yet, it sent a thrill up her spine. The thought
of Spike tied up, at her mercy� She licked her lips. If she hadn't been so
caught up in the moment, she would've been shocked at how brazen she was being.
Sex for her in the past had always been soft touches in the dark, nothing
pushing much past the box clearly marked "vanilla." But Spike was
making her want something different, something that stirred parts of her that
she'd never known were there.
"I have silk scarves in my
closet."
"Get them."
Buffy stood on shaky legs, hurrying into her
bedroom. She went into her closet, ripping open her drawer and pulling out two
scarves. Her excitement and trepidation were mixing at the thought of doing
this, flipping around in her stomach. She refused to let herself think too much
about it, knowing that if she did, her fear of doing
something wrong would keep her from doing what she wanted.
Spike had waited patiently for her, and the
sight of him stretched out on her couch, ready for her to tie him up and have
her way with him was enough to almost make her knees buckle. She straddled him
again, his waist this time, and moaned as she felt his cock brush against her
folds.
"You're really okay with this?"
she asked, a scarf in her hand.
"Oh yeah. You have no idea how much�"
Buffy swallowed, telling herself she could
do this. Spike obviously found her sexy and desirable, and he wanted what she
was doing to him. No reason to feel self conscious or nervous. She just had to
keep remembering that�
Buffy thought about how many times she had
complained about the metal frame of her cheap couch. She hated that it had bars
on either end instead of proper arm rests, and had found it to be the object of
her discomfort on more than one occasion.
But now as she wrapped a scarf around each
of his wrists and bound them to that same metal bar, she was grateful for it. Seeing
Spike like this was just too damn hot. "That comfy enough for you,
baby?" she asked as she made the final pull on a scarf.
"It's perfect, kitten." He grinned
at her. "So are you going to do naughty things to me now that you have me
all trussed up and at your mercy?"
"I was thinking about fucking you into
next week." She winked. "As soon as you beg me,
that is�"
Spike wondered for a moment if he really
hadn't woken up and this was just one very realistic, very good dream. Or maybe
he'd somehow died in his sleep and had actually managed to wake up in heaven�
Either way, he was a damn happy man. "Buffy�"
Buffy moved her hips up and down slowly a
few times, letting Spike rub against her without actually entering her. He
moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Mmm�that feels so good,"
Buffy moaned, her husky voice making Spike tremble. "Does that feel good
to you, too?"
"Yes�" Spike replied, fighting to
keep from begging for more. He needed to see what else she'd do.
Buffy moved back, Spike whimpering at the
loss of her heat. She grasped his penis, wrapping her small fingers tightly around
it. "You're so beautiful. You know that? Your cock is amazing. I love this
big vein that runs through it right here�" She traced her finger up the
vein, then followed the path with her tongue. Spike
cried out, his hips bucking.
"Yeah," Buffy continued. "So beautiful. And so�delicious."
She took the head into her mouth, moaning around it. Spike's eyes widened as he
felt the last of his control slipping. If she did that one
more time�
She did. And she added a swirl of her
tongue, too.
"Buffy�baby, please. Fuck me, kitten. Fuck me good and hard."
Buffy smiled in triumph, loving that she
could bring him to this. He was pulling against the scarves, his hips thrusting
desperately towards her. She reached down beside the couch and picked the
condom up from where she'd dropped it, ripping it from the package and sliding
it down his length.
She poised herself over the top, letting the
thick, weeping head slid inside her before she stopped, looking down at him.
"This what you wanted?"
Spike groaned. His Buffy had definitely
found her vixen side. He flexed his hands in their bonds, wanting to touch her
heated flesh, but getting off from being at her mercy like this at the same
time. "More. Please, Buffy, more� Need you so bad, pet."
Oh yeah, Buffy thought. This was definitely something she
was enjoying. She lowered herself a little further, taking in another inch
before looking down at him with wide, mock-innocent eyes. "Is that what
you wanted?"
"Oh fuck,
more� Take it all in, kitten. Take all my cock in that tight little pussy of
yours�"
His words went right through her, and Buffy
dropped down on him, crying out as he filled her so completely. Even as wet and
ready as she'd been, he felt enormous inside of her, stretching her to her
limits. She fell into a fast rhythm almost immediately, grinding her clit
against Spike's pelvis with every downward thrust. Soon, she was riding him in
an almost frenzy, cries and moans ripped from her throat.
Spike watched her through eyes glazed with
lust. She was gorgeous, her head tossed back with her
long, dark hair spilling down her back, tickling his legs. Bound as he was, he
could do nothing but enjoy the show, watching her as she rode him to her own
pleasure.
Suddenly Buffy stilled, then
screamed as her hips bucked frantically. Her inner muscles squeezed him almost
painfully as she came, and it was more than Spike could take. He came hard
inside of her, his hands straining at his bonds until his whole body went limp.
Buffy collapsed on top of him, the only
sound in the room that of their harsh, uneven breaths. Finally, Spike spoke.
"Uh, pet�you think maybe you could
untie me?"

***
*** ***
Buffy walked out of the bathroom, toweling
her recently-washed hair. Her gaze drifted over to the couch, and she blushed a bright red. Had she honestly tied Spike up and ridden him like a prized stallion? What
the hell had gotten into her?
Spike walked out of the bathroom then, a
towel slung low against his hips. Oh yeah� That's
what had gotten into her. Her blush faded as she focused on the sight in front
of her. A drop of water rolled down his chest, and she found herself wanting to
lick it off.
That was one hell of a man. And he was hers.
Could it get any yummier?
"Whatcha thinkin', luv?" Spike asked.
"How damn sexy you are," Buffy
purred, licking her lips as she looked him up and down. Yeah, he'd officially turned
her into a little lust bunny�
"Glad you finally decided to
notice."
"Oh, I noticed a long time ago, buddy. I noticed way back at the wedding."
"Ha! I knew it." Spike smiled at
her for a moment, before his expression got suddenly serious. "Buffy, what
are we going to tell our parents?"
Buffy frowned. Parents were not exactly
something she wanted to think about right now. "We're not," she said.
"We're not going to tell them? Anything?"
"Nope. Not a damn thing," Buffy replied. "Not
like my mother pays any attention to me anyway. Well, unless she's calling to
gripe at me about something."
Spike took a deep breath, and then let it
out slowly. "I don't know about you, but I plan on this lasting a long
time. And being the sort of relationship that would be a bit difficult to hide
from family members�"
Buffy sighed. "I know. And me, too. I just� Mom'll freak.
I know she's started thinking of you in a son sort of way recently, and us together will just creep her out. And I doubt your father
will jump up and down at the idea. They'll make things all stressful, and I
don't want us to be stressful. I want us to be happy."
"If you don't want them to know, then I
won't tell them," Spike said. "But they're going to find out sooner
or later, and it'll be a bigger deal if they find out we've been hiding
it."
"I know, but just�not now, all right? Later?"
Spike knew "no" wasn't a word he
could say easily to her�if at all. "Fine. But get
used to the idea of having to tell them."
"I will."

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*** ***
Sorry I had to take a little break from this
fic for a while. I had some personal reasons for it. But I'm working on it
again now, and no, it's not near being finished. Buffy and Spike still have a lot
to work though, and contrary to what some reviewers seemed to think, I'm not
planning just to rehash the same old thing, or cause problems just for the sake
of angst. Nor is there nothing left that I can possibly tell, as a few
reviewers who apparently fancy themselves mind readers seemed to think� I have
a story I wanted to tell, and it isn't finished yet. I've got a lot of ups and
downs planned, and I hope you'll enjoy it.
It's been a while since this fic has been
updated, and hopefully, I haven't lost all my readers. So please, let me know
if you're still with me here, and I'll work on getting out the next chapter a
whole lot sooner.
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