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“No seriously! You were wearing Spike’s shirt yesterday. The only reason you didn’t jump each other’s bones last night was because you were too exhausted. Just pretend I'm totally not here. You guys do whatever you want. I'll watch TV.Really loud. In the basement. Where I can't hear. Anything.” She flashed a mischievous smile at them and went to her room to change and get her pillow and comforter.

As he gently drew his mouth away, she opened her eyes to glare at him. “Stop doing that.” “Doing what?” He began tasting back along the line of her jaw to the sensitive hollow behind her ear. Her body trembled, but she fought to remain resolute. “That. Don't think you can seduce me every time I say something you don't like.” He chuckled, his hand coming up to thumb almost distractedly over one nipple as his mouth slowly moved down her neck. “Well, that will seriously curtail our opportunities. You're always saying something I don't like.” The slow, intimate track of his mouth was getting to her, making it a challenge to concentrate on her words. “Well, that won't be a problem much longer.” “Oh?” He seemed much more interested in her skin than her words, tracing his fingertips in advance of his delicate lips. “Why is that?” “Because,” she gasped as his fingers trailed slowly lower, “you're going to be dead in a few hours, remember?” His caresses stopped, his head dropping with an aggravated sigh. When he lifted it again to look at her, his expression was a mix of frustration and arousal. “You know, pet, you keep on like that and I might begin to lose confidence.” “I wish.” She couldn't resist curving her hand up around the base of his neck. “You aren't taking this seriously enough, and it's going to get . . .” “It's going to get me killed, yes, I gathered that.” He lowered his head until their lips barely brushed, his eyes still locked with hers. “I'm beginning to think you care what's going to happen to me.” “I care what's going to happen to all of us,” she denied. “The Slayer 's good, but I don't think even we are good enough to take a whole town.” A flash of something tightened his eyes, and she resisted the urge to reach up and smooth it away. “Fear not, fair lady.” He bent back to his attentions, his hand now tracing descending spirals over her belly. “If what you insist comes to pass, Jayne will gloat a bit and then you'll be given my corpse to dispose of. You can dump my body at sea the way you've threatened on numerous occasions and go avenge me by robbing the bastard blind.” The blunt reminder of her earlier threat sent an icy stab through her heart. “William . . .” “Buffy,” he interrupted her impatiently, “please grant a dying man his last request and just be quiet.”

“I was a figure skater, Spike. I always stick the landing.”

“You heartless piece of shit.” She screamed at him. “Here I am, finally telling you how I felt about you, and you have to drag it down to the level of the gutter.” Reaching for her, he pulled her back into his arms. “I’m sorry, luv. Please, I’m a bad rude man. I’m sorry, Buffy, I didn’t mean it.” He covered her hair in kisses as he spoke. He had put his foot in it big time again, and he wasn’t sure if she would believe his apology. She struggled briefly in his embrace, before giving herself up to the sensation of his mouth in her hair. “Just kiss me, Spike” Needing no further encouragement he covered her mouth with his. Her mouth opened like a flower greeting the sun as he pushed his tongue inside to tangle with hers. They tasted each other over and over, only stopping now and again to let Buffy breathe. Finally, they let their mouths drift apart. “Have you any idea what you do to me, Buffy?” he whispered against her lips. Moving her hand to the bulge at the front of his jeans, she ran her nails along its length. “I have a rough idea.”

But she was thinking about it.  Her sister wasn’t talking, she wasn’t doing her homework, and thinking about Spike was better than worrying about her mom.  So she thought about Tuesday night, Wednesday night, and Thursday morning.  She mulled over the arguments and the kisses until she made a decision.

"You know, Spike, since evil doesn't really come looking for me anymore, because they probably get waylaid on the next corner by one of the gazillion Slayers out there, how about we go looking for it? Spike & Buffy, Inc, You name it, We Kill It?"

Knowing that, all he could feel was gratitude rather than the seething hatred he had harbored since that night the mighty Poof had been sent to hell. For the gift of Buffy, Spike was willing to endure whatever agenda that had caused Angel to be tossed back from eternal damnation. Carefully removing his teeth from Buffy's neck, he pulled back just slightly to gaze deeply into her eyes. One hand reached up to gently cup the side of her face as he asked, "You ok?" Buffy's smile was languid, if not a bit on the sappy side. "Oh yeah, you could say that." Spike's smirk was pure ego. "Guess I don't need to ask if that was good for you then, eh?" 

“You didn’t come,” she said. Her voice was hoarse, making her realize she must’ve been screaming.

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“Hot little firecracker like you?” He grinned and swept a hand down his obvious erection. “Hardest I’ve ever been fighting a Slayer.”

Oh shit! Mating claim? What in God’s name had she gotten herself into? Not that it didn’t have its appealing facets, but was that what they were to each other? They’d only just found each other again these past few days.

Watching Spike act all fatherly with a pint-sized Angel was creating havoc with Buffy’s emotions. Yes, she knew he was a vampire and unable to procreate… and vampire children remained children until they dusted… but there were other ways to have children in their lives, and where the hell had that thought come from?

There was laughter in her eyes, responding to the chagrin in his, no   doubt, and it made Spike strangely happy to see it.  “So you’re saying   you’ve got even deeper and darker secrets than the ones you’ve already   spilled?  What are they? Dreams of mayhem and destruction?” “No.  S’not what I dream about.”  He could bite his own tongue for   giving that up, and he closed his eyes, because he knew it was about to get worse.  Much, much worse.  “I have dreamed that your eyes are   lovely.  I have dreamed what a joy you’ll be. . . I have dreamed every   word you’ve whispered, when you’re close, close to me.” Spike stepped closer, brushing her hair back from her face.  “How you  look, in the glow of evening, I have dreamed and enjoyed the view. . .   In these dreams I’ve loved you so, that by now I think I know what it’s   like to be loved by you.  I will love being loved by you.” Big tears surfaced in her eyes and Spike bit his lip, trying hard to  keep the rest of the song from emerging.  But the look she was gracing  him with wasn’t helping any, and he found himself singing the rest of  the lyrics.  “Alone and awake, I’ve looked at the stars, the same that   smile on you.  And time and again, I’ve wondered of all the things you   were thinking too.”

Buffy’s heart felt huge just watching him. He’d gone into battle with her, had almost died, and now he was back. Properly back and talking to her.

They hugged each other tightly, eyes closed. For a moment, they could pretend they were best friends again… seeking comfort in each other as they’d done for the past few days.