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Tomorrow,
Spike was going to Mexico. His stomach was in
knots, the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him all the things
that could go wrong; it refused to be quiet.
It was late,
the outside world quiet for once, giving him no respite from his own thoughts.
A cigarette dangled from his fingers over the ashtray, but he�d stopped smoking
it, letting it burn to ash instead.
This had to
go off without a hitch. Buffy was depending on him � needed him � and
nothing terrified him more than the idea of letting her down. He had to save
her, had to be the hero she�d one thought she�d been getting in his father.
Spike jumped when
he heard a knock at his door, and he frowned, wondering who in the world would
be here at this hour. He snuffed out his cigarette and made his way to answer,
not bothering to put on a shirt as he sauntered over in nothing but his jeans.
A quick look
through the peephole had Spike throwing the door open, his puzzlement turning
to concern. �Buffy? Why are you here? Are you okay? Did something��
Buffy
launched herself into Spike�s arms, silencing his barrage of questions with a
kiss. �Everything�s fine, honey,� she said, sliding inside the apartment and
kicking the door shut behind her. �Liam�s asleep. I snuck out.�
William
looked at her, wide-eyed. �Buffy, are you sure that�s a good idea?�
�I don�t
care,� Buffy replied as she ran her hands down his chest. �I needed to see
you.� She pulled back, gave him a wink. �Besides, I wanted to give you an early
Valentine�s Day present.�
�Pet, having
you really be mine is already going to be the best Valentine�s Day present
possible,� Spike replied, his knuckles brushing softly against his cheek.
She gave him
the grin he used to see before, during the summer, when he�d just been William
� the one that always told him she was up to no good. �Trust me, baby, you�re gonna love this one, too.�
With that,
she dropped the coat she�d been wearing, letting it slide off her arms and to
the ground. Spike gaped, all the blood in his body seeming to rush south. She
was wearing a black leather bra that tied in the middle and a matching skirt
that barely covered the tops of her thighs, allowing him to see a hint of the
lace underneath. His eyes ran down the length of her black thigh-highs to end
at the fuck-me pumps on her feet.
Bloody fucking hell.
He tried to
ask her what she was doing, though all he could manage to do was make a very
un-masculine squeak. She seemed to understand, however, and held up a CD he
hadn�t realized until that moment was in her hand.
�I�m going to
dance for you.�
He blinked,
her words serving to pull him out of his stupor. The idea had definite merit,
but he knew how she�d felt about dancing in the past. It had made her feel bad,
dirty, and he didn�t want to put her through that again. �Buffy, pet, you don�t
have to do this. I never expected you to.�
She smiled at
him again, but it was different this time. It was soft, warm, and it made him
feel loved. �I know, Will. That�s why I�m doing it. I want to do this for
someone I care about for once. I want to do this when it�s not about pleasing
some stranger, but about sharing something with the man I love. So can I do
that? Can I share this with you?�
Well, she had
him well and convinced. He nodded dumbly, and let her lead him by the hand to
the couch. �Stay put.� She started to go, then turned back and wagged her
finger at him. �And no touching.�
Again, he
nodded, willing to go along, even as his cock screamed at him that no touching
was very, very bad.
She walked
over to his CD player, her leather-encased ass shaking, making his mouth water.
She popped in the CD, and as the first notes of Def Leopard�s �Pour Some Sugar
on Me� sounded in the living room, Spike couldn�t help but smirk at her song
choice.
Buffy looked
over her shoulder and winked.
Yet his mood
quickly shifted when she began to move, and Spike saw how damn good she�d been
at her job. He reflected for a moment that it was no wonder his father had been
drawn to her, though he pushed that thought away as quickly as it came, not
wanting to dwell on the notion that this was how Liam had first seen Buffy. He
didn�t like to think about his father looking or touching the woman he considered
his own. Liam didn�t deserve her, and even if Spike knew he didn�t either, at
least he treasured the gift she was.
So he focused
on the here and now, on the way she moved. Her every step, every shake was full
of sex. Her eyes stayed trained on him, dark with lust, and he was surprised
with his own restraint. He stayed on the couch even as his dick strained in his
jeans and his hands ached to touch her.
Her body
glistened and her hair was fucking glorious. Bouncing and shimmering, like
something from a shampoo commercial. An X-rated shampoo commercial anyway�
She moved
closer, her tongue darting out to trace her blood-red lips, and Spike gripped
the edge of the couch, white knuckled. He wanted to touch her, taste her, but
he fought the urge, forced himself to do what she�d told him to do. If he got
up, if he tackled her down to the floor like he wanted to, this would be over,
and this was too good to be over so soon.
Buffy bent
over at the waist, her legs spread, then came up slowly, giving him a perfect
view of the tops of her breasts, pushed up high by the brilliant piece of
leather engineering she was wearing.
But not
wearing for long� She met his eyes, winked, and then brought her fingers to the
ribbon in between her breasts, never breaking eye contact as she untied it,
bearing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Spike gripped the edge of the couch
even harder as she begin to shake her tits, taunting him, making him want her
more than he�d ever wanted anything in his life.
His jeans
were painfully tight, the zipper biting into his cock, but he still didn�t
move. This was torture, but it was the best damn torture he�d ever experienced.
She strode
over to him, her expression predatory, and Spike swallowed hard, his Adam�s
apple bobbing. She turned, sat in his lap, rubbed her leather-covered ass
against his straining erection as she reached behind her to run her fingers
through his hair.
Spike
couldn�t help himself as his hand slid to her thigh, stroking her hot skin. He
started to creep his fingers towards her thong, but
then Buffy�s hand came down, slapping him hard on the back of his hand.
She leaned
back, spoke against his ear. �No touching.�
He didn�t
mean to whimper, but dammit, he did anyway, and Buffy
smirked. God, she was an evil, evil bint, and Spike fully planned to get some
of his own back later.
But now, she
was turning around, straddling him with her hands on his shoulders as she shook
her breasts in his face, making his mouth water.
Right before
his control snapped and he took a tit in his mouth, Buffy was up again,
writhing in front of him, but out of the reach of his hands.
She bent
down, her firm ass towards him as she spread her legs again and touched the
ground, her skirt and her thong both riding high. Then, she pulled herself up
slowly, shaking that glorious hair of hers as she did, and threw a wink over
her shoulder before sliding the skirt down her stocking-covered legs and
tossing it to the side.
It was at
that moment, Spike lost his control.
He leapt off
the couch with a growl and tackled her, pulling his cock out of his jeans and
her thong away from her body before Buffy could even register what was
happening.
Not that
she�d even think of complaining�
Spike wrapped
his hands around her waist, her knees rubbing against the floor as he slammed
her into him over and over again, low, steady growls sounding deep in his
chest. He was like an animal, wildly passionate and without control, and it
thrilled her to know she could make him this way.
She�d known.
From the first time she�d met him, she�d known this was in him, known he was
capable of this. She�d seen glimpses of it, seen him lose control with her, but
this, this was a new level.
He was lost
completely, unaware of anything but the warmth of her body, the tightness of
her pussy, and she panted his name over and over again, loving every second of
what he was doing to her. This is what she�d always wanted from him. Total abandon, total surrender to the sensual. She�d wanted
all of him, wanted to see who he really was, experience what he tried to
suppress.
His hands
were tight on her hips, and she knew they�d leave bruises, but she didn�t care.
Liam wouldn�t see them. She�d vowed when they�d made the decision to run that
her husband would never touch her again. Her body was for Spike and Spike
alone, and as he moved over her, inside her, she felt as if he were claiming
her as such, marking her inside and out.
The orgasm
that shook her wasn�t a slow build. It hit her hard and fast, ripping a scream
from her, the sound of it nearly primal. She spasmed around him, her arms slipping,
and Spike hauled her up, her back to his chest, before clamping his teeth
around her shoulder and biting down. He growled into her skin as he came,
holding her down.
For long
moments afterwards, he held her, his lips against her shoulder as he breathed
heavily into her skin.
Finally, he
spoke, his voice shaky, but sending a shiver down her spine just the same.
�By the way,
pet, love the shoes.�

*** *** ***
All day,
Buffy was nervous. She�d managed to get home before Liam got up for work, and
she didn�t think he�d ever noticed she was gone. The man could sleep through an
earthquake, which had come in handy.
But it wasn�t
thoughts of Liam that formed the tight ball of nerves in her stomach. He�d
already called to say he�d be working late, and she hoped she wouldn�t see much
of him at all when he finally did come home. If anything, her husband had been
fairly calm the past couple weeks, barely speaking to her, never mind hitting
her. And soon, it would all be over.
No, Liam
wasn�t worrying her. It was Spike. He�d gone to Mexico that morning, and she
couldn�t help but think of all the things that could go wrong. She didn�t know
what she�d do if something happened and he never came back. That would be it
for her, the thing that finally broke her past the point of any return.
She�d lost
everything. She couldn�t lose William.
It was late
in the evening when she heard the door open, heard Liam trudge up the stairs.
She was sitting in the bed, already in her nightgown, trying to read a book to
help her sleep, though she knew that wasn�t going to be a possibility. Not with
William gone, not when she couldn�t know he was all right.
The door to
Liam�s office shut, and Buffy let out a breath, her eyes going back to her
book. The words made no sense to her as she stared at them, her mind running
scenario after scenario, none of them good.
The door
opened again, and she heard Liam�s voice boom in the hallway.
�Buffy! Get
your ass in here now!�
She sat up
straight, startled. Liam never wanted to talk to her, not this late. Any
business he had with her at this time of night tended to remain in the bedroom.
�I said now,
Buffy!�
Buffy got out
of bed, her legs shaking as she got her robe and put it around her. This was
bad. She knew it was bad, could feel the dread she�d been battling all day
rising, becoming nearly overwhelming.
All she could
do was hope whatever it was, it would be over quickly, and Spike would come
back and take her away. She could endure one more time if it were truly only
one more time.
Buffy padded down
to his office, opening the door slowly and taking in the sight of Liam looming
over his desk, the expression on his face darker than any one she�d ever seen
him wear before.
�Come here.�
His words
were cold and they made her shiver. Still, she approached his desk, wanting �
needing � to be strong. One more time�
Then, he
began to throw pictures onto the desk, grainy black and white photos that made
her world crash down around her. Her heart beat faster and her breath caught.
She looked
up, unable to hide her fear, and Liam�s dark eyes bore into her as he spoke.
�Mind telling
me what you think you�re doing fucking my son?�

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