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Spike knew a
handful of guys at work who were avid surfers, and a trip to Mexico was something they
made as often as possible. He approached them casually, getting the information
he could off of them without revealing why. As far as they knew, he was just
planning a short trip for the sort of fun he couldn�t get in the States.
They didn�t question
that, but somehow he knew their response would be different if they knew he was
plotting to run away for good with his step-mother. Hell, he questioned
the sanity of that when he really stopped to think about it, but it didn�t
change his mind that it was the best course of action. All that mattered was
getting Buffy away from Liam. All that mattered was keeping her safe.
He thought he
should go down there on his own first, check things out. He had a day off
coming up, he could drive down there, make a better plan, without
anyone even noticing he was gone. If he had more time, he could plot this all
out more, but he didn�t. Every day he spent planning was another day Buffy had
to spend at the mercy of Liam.
So he�d work
quickly, make it so they could escape in the next few days, a week at most.
Valentine�s
Day was only about a week away. He smiled as he thought of that, wondering if
they could escape by then. How romantic would it be to get to spend Valentine�s
Day free of Liam, free of having to hide?
The grin
stayed on his face as he made his way outside to the parking lot, his keys
twirling on his finger. His shift was over, and he was supposed to meet Buffy
today � another �shopping trip� for her.
He stopped
short, however, when he looked up and saw Buffy there already, seated on the
hood of his DeSoto in a red tube top and a black
leather miniskirt that he wasn�t sure could even qualify as an actual article
of clothing.
But the part
that really made his mouth water were the leather boots hugging the curves of
her calves. She smirked when she saw him, her legs crossed and dangling from
the hood.
Spike stood
completely still, his mouth hanging open. He hadn�t expected to see her here,
and he certainly hadn�t expected to see her dressed like that. He forgot
how to move, forgot how to speak, until he heard the voice of one of his
co-workers behind him.
�Dude, who is that hot chick on your car?�
A wide grin
split Spike�s face. �That�s my girl.�
He heard his
co-worker make another comment, but he barely noticed it, his attention back
fully on Buffy. His inability to move seemed to fade away as he strutted
towards the car, his tongue curling over his teeth and his thumbs tucked into
his belt. Her eyes locked with his and she leaned back, pushing her chest
forward as she waited for him to reach her.
As soon as he
did, his lips were on her, his tongue dueling with hers. Her legs went up and
around his waist, her skirt riding up as she ground against him, mewling into
his mouth.
Spike broke
away, panting. �I thought we were meeting at my place, luv,�
he said against her lips.
�I couldn�t
wait that long,� she replied, her tongue darting out to trace the curve of his
mouth. �I had to see you. I had to kiss you.�
As if to make
her point, she kissed him again, and Spike wished he could push her down on the
hood and take her then and there. �You�re gonna make
it a little difficult for me to drive home, luv.�
Buffy
smirked, hooked her legs together, and took hold of his tie, an image of what
they�d done with it in the past flashing into his mind as she used it to pull
him in closer. �That was the idea.�
He shook his
head, even as he smirked back. �You�re an evil vixen. You do know that, don�t
you?�
She ran her
hand down his tie, smoothing it over. �I try.� She kissed him again, only a
tease this time, and then pushed him away to slide off the hood, the thin heels
of her boots clicking against the pavement. �I�ll meet you back at your place.�
Buffy�s hips
swayed as she walked, and she turned as she reached her own car and blew kiss
over her shoulder. Spike watched, dumbfounded again as she got into the car and
shut the door.
Spike stared
forward even as she drove off, images of what he was going to do to her as soon
as he got home running through his mind. The sound of his co-worker clapping in
the distance brought Spike out of his reverie, and he turned to give the man a
small salute before he jumped into the DeSoto,
determined to make it home in record time.

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Buffy got
there before him, and Spike found her leaning against his door with a
come-fuck-me look on her face � and he was more than happy to oblige.
He bounded up
the stairs to her, one arm going around her waist to pull her in for a kiss
even as he fished in his pocket for his keys and unlocked the door. It swung
open and he pulled her in, kicking the door shut behind them.
They stumbled
into the bedroom and Spike pushed her down across the bed, her leather-encased
legs dangling over the edge. He pulled up, stood above her, breathing heavy
with his dark eyes staring down at her. Buffy rose up on her elbows and looked
up at him with a sultry smile. �So, now that you have me here, whatever are you
going to do with me?�
Spike didn�t
say a word. Instead, he dropped down to his knees, a low growl sounding in his
throat as he pushed her skirt up around her waist and pulled her black lace
thong down her legs, bringing it to his nose and breathing in deep before he
tossed it over his shoulder.
Buffy shook
her head. �You�re such a pervert.�
From his
position between her legs, Spike smirked, his eyes twinkling. �Yeah, and you
fucking love it, baby.� Then, before she could say anything else, he descended,
attacking her pussy with his mouth. Buffy cried out, his tongue wasting no time
in finding her clit, and her arms went out under her, making her flop down onto
the bed.
�Oh, fuck
yeah,� Buffy moaned, writhing on the bed. �God, keep doing that, baby��
Spike grinned
against her, pulling up just long enough to say one thing before he went down
again. �Keep talking to me, pet.�
Her hands
gripped the comforter, her head tossed from side to side. �So good, Spike, so
fucking good� Oh�oh!� His tongue swirled around
her clit as he pushed two fingers inside her, rubbing her until she gasped and
arched off the bed. He smirked against her, knowing he�d found what he�d been
looking for.
�Spike! Oh, fuck, Spike!� Buffy arched again, her body about to explode, and
she wanted him to know, wanted to keep talking like he�d asked her to. She
trembled, tense and at the edge, and her fingers gripped the blanket tighter.
�Spike, I�m�oh, baby, I�m gonna�� She couldn�t get
the last word out as she exploded, her mouth now opening in a soundless cry,
but she didn�t need to say anything else. The fluttering around his fingers,
the tightening of her thighs around his head � they told Spike all he needed to
know.
As she came
down, he stood up, licking his lips as he looked down at her. �Lose everything
but the boots.�
Buffy smirked
as she sat up to comply, even as her body still trembled from the strength of
her orgasm. She�d known he�d like these boots�
As Buffy
disrobed, Spike undid his tie, dropping it to the ground before he unbuttoned
his shirt and undid his pants. Buffy laid back down
and looked up at him, her mouth growing dry at the sight of him, open and
rumpled.
�Oh dear god,
just fuck me now.�
Spike threw
his head back and laughed, but Buffy wrapped her booted leg around his calf and
drew him forward. �I mean it. Fuck�now.�
He looked
down at her, still chuckling. �Bossy, bossy.�
�Horny,�
Buffy corrected, even as her mouth twitched up.
Spike reached
down and twisted her clit, making her moan and thrust against him. �I just made
you come, baby,� he teased, though his voice was deep and husky. �Wasn�t that
enough for you?�
She shook her
head against the mattress. �Never enough, William. Never.�
At her
declaration, his expression grew serious and their eyes locked. �I love you. Always.�
Buffy reached
out for him. �Always.�
Spike leaned
forward, into her arms, and pressed his body against hers, chest to chest. Her
legs wrapped around him and he nuzzled her neck, up to her earlobe, where he
nipped at her. �Bring me inside, baby. Guide me home.�
Her hand
stole between them, gripping his heavy, aching erection, her thumb sliding over
the dripping slit. She leaned forward, pressed her mouth against his ear. �Have
I ever told you how much I love your cock? The way it feels
inside me�the way it tastes. God, you�re beautiful. Every
inch of you.�
Spike
trembled at her words, fighting the urge to come right there in her hand.
�Inside, pet,� he moaned, thrusting up. �I need to be inside.�
Buffy licked
the outside of his ear, making another tremble pass through him before she gave
into what they both wanted and guided him into her waiting body.
Immediately,
Spike began to move, his head dropping down to her neck as he panted heavily.
Her legs moved up and down his body, pushing his pants down further off his
hips. This was perfect, everything she needed.
Spike shook,
his stamina already slipping. Her teasing, her words, and god those fucking
boots had pushed him dangerously close to the edge. �Buffy�I need you to
come, sweetheart,� he murmured against her ear.
�You gotta make me.�
Her words,
her breath, were hot against his ear, and Spike shook. �Hold on, kitten.�
She brought
her arms up, under the back of his shirt, her hands gripping his bare shoulders
under the cotton. Spike pulled up, braced himself on his arms, and started
moving harder, the bed groaning beneath them. Buffy grunted with every thrust,
her nails beginning to dig into his skin.
�Is this what
you wanted?�
Buffy moaned, her body bucking. �It�s what I needed.�
�Oh, fuck�me,
too, pet. Me, too.�
Spike drove
in harder, faster, holding on, holding on until� Buffy shook around him,
screamed his name, and he knew he could let go, knew he could follow her over.
His body
jerked with aftershocks and his arms went out on him, making him collapse on
top of her. Buffy grunted but accepted his weight, her hands slipping down his
back, massaging his taut skin as her legs fell apart, limp.
For a while,
they lay there, breathing harshly. �Can I take the boots off now?� Buffy asked
finally.
Spike laughed, the rumble of the sound reverberating through
Buffy�s body. �Only if you promise to wear them again.�
She laughed
back. �I promise.�
Spike pulled
off of her then and finished removing his clothes while Buffy sat up to take
off the boots. He moved to the head of the bed and got his cigarettes off the
nightstand, and Buffy climbed up to join him.
He lit his
cigarette, smiling around it as Buffy cuddled against his side. He flicked his
lighter shut and tossed it back on the nightstand before putting one arm around
her.
�I�ve got a
couple days off coming up. I was thinking I�d go into Mexico, scout things out.�
Buffy nodded.
�When do you think we can get out of here?�
�If everything goes the way I�m hoping, the fourteenth.�
�Valentine�s Day?�
�Yeah.� Spike looked at her, his eyebrow raised. �Why. You got other plans?�
�No,� Buffy
replied, chuckling. �It sounds good. Perfect.�
Spike leaned
in, kissed her. �Then that�s when we�ll run.�
Buffy smiled,
moved closer. It wouldn�t be long now until all the fear, all the worrying
would be over, until she and Spike could have their life together.
All she had
to do was wait until Valentine�s Day.

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