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Love Like Fire	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Riley looked around
the room, noticing two things: everyone was there but Buffy and no one seemed
to want to meet his eyes. �What�s going on?� he asked, starting to become
concerned. �Where�s Buffy?�

�Oh, she�s�� The
rest of Anya�s statement was muffled when Xander�s hand went over her mouth.

�Buffy�s slaying,�
Xander said quickly. �She had something to slay.�

�Yes. She had
something to slay,� Willow repeated, nodding quickly.

Riley looked at her
cautiously. He�d known Willow long enough to know when she was hiding something
� which meant knowing her all of two seconds, when he got right down to it. The
girl was jumpy. �What�s��

Before he could
finish his sentence, Riley�s gaze shifted, his eyes catching something large
and dark near the kitchen. His eyes narrowed and his body tensed. �What the
hell is he doing here?�

Angel glared at
Riley. �I�m here to help Buffy,� he snapped.

�With
the slaying!� Willow piped up. �Angel�s here to help Buffy slay the thing
that needs to be slayed.�

�Buffy doesn�t need
his help,� Riley replied, his angry gaze still narrowed on Angel. �The only
thing Buffy should be doing with a vampire is making sure it�s dust. Now where
is she?�

�She�s in Los Angeles,� Giles said, stepping between Angel and Riley.
�Angel came to bring word of some possible demonic activity, and Buffy went to
see to it. There�s no need for any concern.�

�Yeah, she�s just
with Spike,� Anya said, making Xander immediately regret his decision to remove
his hand from her mouth.

�Spike?!� Riley yelled. �What the hell is she doing with
Spike?�

�He�s helping her
with the slaying!� Willow replied quickly. �Because he�s, you know�strong.�

�What are you all
not telling me?� Riley asked.

�Riley, I can
assure you everything�s fine,� Giles replied, giving the others a look to keep
it shut. �Buffy�s fine, and she�ll be back soon.
There�s nothing to worry about.�

Riley crossed his
arms over his chest. �Everything�s fine?�

�Yes.�

�Then tell me, why
is Ethan Rayne tied to a chair?�

*** *** ***

�Spike, I�m
seriously trying to shower here.�

�And I�m seriously
trying to shag you in the shower.�

Buffy slapped his
hand away when he reached for her breast. �I�m covered in sand. I have sand in
places where I have no business having sand. So you keep your hands to yourself
while I try to get rid of it.�

�I could help you
with that, you know,� Spike replied, leering.

�Oh no, buddy.
You�re the one who got it there in the first place. You stay on your side.�

�But you�re wet and
naked and�naked.�

�You said naked
twice.�

�You�re glorious.
It was warranted.�

Buffy shook her
finger at him. �Behave. I�ve got sand to get rid of.� She turned around, facing
away.

Spike looked down,
his head tilting as he took in the view of her ass. �So not helping matters, luv,� he said as a shiver ran through him.

�I told you to behave,
Spike,� Buffy grumbled as she stepped under the water.

�And you should
know by now that I never behave, pet,� Spike replied, his voice dangerously
seductive. He grabbed her, pulling her back against his chest, and Buffy
squeaked in surprise. He brought her down with him to the bottom of the tub,
pulling her into his lap and spreading her legs wide, allowing the water to
wash over her bare pussy. His fingers moved to open her up, rinsing the errant
particles of sand from her.

�See,
baby? I told you I could help.�

Buffy moaned and
leaned back against his chest. �You�re�oh�a good helper.�

He smirked against
the top of her hair. �Turn around, kitten. Gotta make
sure we get the back, too.�

Buffy did as he
asked, not arguing this time as she turned herself around, still in his lap,
her legs on either side of him. As soon as she was situated, Spike made his
move, grabbing her hips and pulling her down on his cock. Buffy cried out in
surprise, even as tremors of pleasure ran through her.

�Spike! This isn�t�uhn�washing
me.�

�No, it�s shagging
you, which is what I wanted to do all along,� Spike replied as he thrust up
inside her. �You were the one who seemed to think showers were for getting
clean.�

Buffy rolled her
eyes. �Silly me.�

He kissed her
forehead. �Truly ridiculous, Slayer. Now shut your gob
and let me show you what the shower is really for.�

She was going to
argue more, but then his hands were on her waist, moving her up and down on his
thick cock and she lost the will to quip. There were better things she could be
doing with her mouth. Like tasting the delicious patch of skin at the hollow of
his throat�

Later, she�d wonder
how he�d managed to get traction with the slick base of soap and water beneath
them, but as he thrust hard inside her, his ability to seemingly-defy the laws
of physics didn�t seem to matter.

For his part, Spike
watched her in awe, hardly able to believe this water nymph riding his cock
into oblivion was really his. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, the
warm water of the shower rushing over her, drenching the long golden strands of
her hair and running down her firm, pert breasts. His mouth watered, desperate
for a taste of her skin if not her blood, and he pulled her forward, directing
a nipple into his watering mouth.

Buffy moaned loudly
as soon as his mouth closed around the peak, and when he bit down with blunt
teeth, she exploded, her scream reverberating off the walls of the shower. Her
inner muscles clamped down around him so hard, Spike gasped, her breast falling
from his mouth as his hips shot forward, propelling them forward in the tub. He
slipped down the side, his head bumping against the porcelain, but as he
erupted inside her, he didn�t care.

Buffy leaned
forward and Spike slid back up into a sitting position, cradling Buffy against
his chest. �Did we get all the sand, luv?� he asked
after a moment.

She looked up,
blinked. �There was sand?�

He laughed � the
rich, deep laugh she�d come to adore. It was genuine delight, so unlike the
ones she normally heard. �No sand. Only shagging,� he replied with a grin.

Buffy leaned
forward to rest against his chest again. �Mmm�I like
the shagging.�

�I know,
sweetheart. Me, too.�

Buffy�s eyes were
closing, and Spike could feel her relaxing further against him. He stroked her
back, rubbing soothing circles against her wet skin. �Tired, baby?�

�Yeah,� she
replied, punctuating her response with a yawn.

�So I finally wore
you out then?� Spike asked with a teasing smirk.

Buffy responded
with a half-hearted punch to his shoulder. �Jerk.�

�Never
once denied it. Come on, let�s get you out of here.�

She was comfortable
here, but Buffy knew the water would soon grow cold, and it would be better to
get out now. She could cuddle back up with Spike in the bed, where it was warm
and comfortable.

And bed did sound
good. So, so good. She was tired, keeping her eyes open a struggle.

�You need help
getting to bed, kitten?� Spike asked.

Buffy nodded
against his chest. �Uh huh. I�m sleepy.� She looked up
at him, opening one eye. �But not �cause you wore me out.�

He smirked again.
��Course not.� He moved her off of him long enough to stand and turn off the
water, then climb out of the tub. He wrapped a towel around his waist before
grabbing one from Buffy, helping her to her feet and running the towel over her
body and hair.

�Come on, luv. To the bed now,� he said softly as he lifted her into
his arms. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her head against
his shoulder,

�I love you,� she
murmured sleepily against his skin.

�I love you, too,
kitten.�

�I always want to
love you, Spike. I always want to feel like this.�

Spike knew he
should�ve been dead too long to feel anything like warmth, but he didn�t know
what else to call what was filling his chest now. �Me, too,
sweetheart. Me, too.�

She was already
asleep before they even made it to the bed, and Spike tucked her in under the
covers and brushed a gentle, reverent kiss against her forehead. �I never
thought I�d get to have this with anyone, Slayer,� he said, even though he knew
she wouldn�t hear his whispered admission. �I never thought anyone would look
at me the way you do.�

He went to the
other side of the bed and climbed in, pulling her into his arms. Even in sleep,
she moved into them easily, her body fitting so well against his. In all the
years he�d spent on the planet, Spike had never known contentment like this.

It was even worth
giving up feeding on humans, he realized, though he�d never, ever speak
those words out loud. Still, to himself, he could
admit he had become grateful for the chip for what it had allowed to happen.
He�d found what he�d spent over a century looking for, and while logic would
dictate he never should�ve found that with a slayer, he couldn�t deny how very right
it felt.

Spike pulled her
closer and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

*** *** ***

Even before Buffy
opened her eyes, she knew something was very, very wrong. Her body ached and
her head was throbbing. She assumed this was what it would feel like to be
coming off a bender, even though she knew she�d never been on one before.

She lay still,
afraid to open her eyes and feel the influx of pain that threatened to come
with the action. She�d rather stay here, curled up against the nice, strong,
cold body beside her.

Wait�cold
body?

Buffy�s eyes shot
open, and though it made her head scream, the shock of who was beside her
vastly outweighed the pain.

Then, she
remembered. She remembered feeling different, being different. She
remembered lashing out at her friends and eww
had she been smoking?

And Spike� A dark
blush covered her skin at the memory of all they�d done. Spike had made love to
her in ways she hadn�t even known were possible until he�d shown them to her.

She remembered
everything she�d felt, everything she�d said. How Spike�s eyes looked whenever
he slid inside of her�

Another memory
crept into her mind, this one of Xander and the doughnut shop. He�d tried to
tell her she�d been under a spell, the work of Ethan Rayne, supposedly.

Which
meant this had all been a spell.
The girl she�d been for the past few days hadn�t been her at all. She had been
someone created by a spell, no more than an illusion.

Buffy had to get
out. She couldn�t allow Spike to wake up and find her here, not now, not that
things were all different. He stomach and her head were reeling, and all she
wanted to do was run.

She slipped out of
bed silently, careful not to wake Spike. Quickly, she dressed, listening for
signs of him stirring, but not able to bring herself to look at him.

Not even when she
left the motel room and ran out into the bright daylight.

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