All the Way

"Buffy!"

Buffy halted and turned to face the man calling to her. A wave of discomfort passed over her as she saw Riley's smiling face. When he reached her, he grabbed her up in a tight hug.

"I really missed you."

"Yeah, I missed you too, Riley." Her voice lacked a certain enthusiasm. "How was the wedding?"

"Oh, you know, tears, laughter, too much champagne. I wish you could have gone back home with me. I would have loved for my family to meet you."

Buffy smiled weakly. She wished she could have been in Iowa with him for the past three weeks too. At least it would have prevented her from having the two encounters she had had with a sexy, way-too-knowledgeable-in-the-ways-that-please-a-woman vampire.

And she wouldn't have to have the conversation with Riley she knew she had to have.

"So, dinner before patrol tonight? Then my room?" This last was said with Riley's patented come-hither smile. It didn't make Buffy feel
like coming.

"Uh, look, Riley. I have to get to class now, but we need to talk, okay? So why don't we meet at, say, three o'clock. Our usual place?"

Riley looked disturbed. "Is something wrong, Buffy?"

"We'll talk then, okay?" With that Buffy hurried off leaving her confused and worried boyfriend behind her.

She had known that this breakup was inevitable. She had felt horribly guilty about what happened in the theater, but had hoped that she could just put it out of her mind. The dreams – and what had happened last night – made that option impossible. She had been unfaithful to Riley. It wasn't fair or right to continue seeing him.

She absolutely wasn't doing this so that she was free to be with Spike.

There was no being with Spike.

Last night had been a one-time thing.

Okay, it had ended up being a five-time thing, but the point was it was just the one night.

Not ever again.

Absolutely.

***

The "talk" had turned out every bit as painful as she had feared. She had left Riley hurt and angry and confused. She hadn't dared tell him the whole truth. She just told him that she had realized while he was gone that they weren't working out. She was sorry, she had said, but it was best this way.

She had expected to spend the rest of the afternoon in her room crying. She was surprised that instead of heartache she felt only relief.

Huh.

She went out on patrol as usual that night after fielding phone calls from both Willow and Xander wanting to know why she had broken up with Riley. Apparently Riley had run and whined to her friends as soon as she had left him. Buffy sighed. They didn't understand why she had broken with Riley either. Of course, she had lied to them too. After all, she couldn't really have said, "Well, I broke up with Riley because I've been getting mind-blowing orgasms from Spike."

Yeah, that would have gone over well. Xander would have grabbed up the nearest piece of pointy wood he could find and hotfooted it right over to Spike's crypt. And then Buffy would have had to rush over and protect Spike, and it would have been a whole big thing that Buffy so didn't need to deal with right now.

She had broken up with Riley because it had been the right thing to do.

Period.

And anyway, it wasn't as if what had happened last night was going to be repeated so her friends really didn't need to know the truth. There weren't going to be any more mind-blowing orgasms from Spike. Last night had been it.

Period.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she ran straight into the demon without seeing it. Jumping back and looking up, she recognized what it was immediately.

"Giles?" she asked cautiously.

"Not Giles, love," came an amused voice behind her.

Buffy's heart sped up and a shiver raced through her body at the sound of Spike's voice. Tamping the reaction down as best she could, and deliberately keeping her back to him, she asked, "You sure?"

"Positive, love. This one's safe to kill."

"Okaaay. You have a silver dagger on you?"

"No. Sorry, love."

"Then how 'm I supposed to kill it?"

"No silver on you at all, love?"

"Uh, my earrings are silver."

"Pierced?"

"Yeah."

"That'll do then, love. Just poke him with the post and it'll kill him right dead."

Buffy dropped the stake she was holding, took off her earring and stabbed the creature with it. It gave her a surprised look and keeled over.

"It worked," Buffy said amazed.

"Told you it would, love."

Buffy whirled around and glared at Spike. "Would you please stop calling me 'love'? I am not your love."

Spike only looked amused at her outburst. Advancing toward her, all sex and attitude, he slowly backed her up against a tree. Leaning into her, he murmured in her ear, "Maybe not, sweetheart, but I think we're a little bit more than friends."

Buffy pushed him back, determined to fight the need she felt welling up in her to pull him to her. "You're right, Spike, we're not friends. We're not anything. Just stay away from me."

She tried to step around him but his arm shot out trapping her against the tree as he pressed his body against hers. Whispering into her ear, he asked, "You sure that's what you want, Slayer?"

Before she could answer, before she could manage a coherent thought, he was trailing his lips down the side of her neck and back up again. He nibbled on her earlobe, and then stuck the tip of his tongue inside her ear sending a shiver of desire rippling through her.

"Spike," she moaned, unable to deny the heat consuming her body.

"Come back to the crypt with me, love."

"No. I-I can't, Spike," she managed to drag out. "I... Patrol."

"I'll help you with patrol, all right? Then you come to my crypt with me."

The entire time he had been coaxing her he had been kissing her neck, nibbling on her ear, blowing puffs of breath into it, rubbing her shoulders and pulling her tight up against his hardened shaft.

Buffy's heart was pounding, and she couldn't find the strength to deny him. When she nodded weakly, he pulled back slightly and demanded, "Kiss me, Buffy."

Buffy's mouth met his in a desperately hungry kiss. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of her legs, lifted her up and thrust himself between her spread thighs. Buffy legs hooked behind his back locking him into place. They rubbed against each other, want and desire building to an almost combustible level.

Spike nearly tore her shirt off her before he was able to gather what little semblance of sanity he had left. Pulling back he gasped. "Patrol first, love. Then I promise you..."

Pressing his mouth to hers again he kissed her urgently, then letting her legs slide back down to the ground, he stepped back.

Buffy held onto the tree for a few seconds until her shaking legs were able to support her weight. The third dream was going to come true tonight. Tonight they were going to go all the way. There was no use denying it.

And if she was lucky, dreams one and two would have repeat performances.

***

The crypt door slammed opened and banged against the wall sending shards of masonry flying. Spike fell backward into the crypt, smashing into the door, his arms full of Slayer. Buffy's legs were locked around his waist, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her hands grasping his hair as they devoured each other with their mouths.

Swinging around, Spike kicked the door closed and stumbled to the trapdoor that led to the lower level.

"Buffy, sweetheart, you have to let go now. We need to get down the ladder." He was so desperate for her that he considered just taking her on top of the sarcophagus, but he wanted their first time to be in his bed.

Their first time.

Spike planned on it being the first of many, many times.

Buffy slid down his body, kissed him three more times and then simply jumped down through the hole not bothering with the ladder. Spike let out a whooping laugh and jumped down after her, turned and got an armful of Slayer again. He carried her over to his bed, laid her down in it and then pried her arms from around his neck.

"No," Buffy cried out plaintively when he started to pull away from her.

"Just for a bit, love. I want to light the candles. I want to see you."

Buffy released him and he went to put fire to wick. When he turned back to the bed, it was to see Buffy tugging her top over her head. She had already removed her jacket and shoes. Spike hurriedly slipped his duster from his arms and tore off his shirt and t-shirt. Reaching down, he unfastened his boots and pulled them off. By now, Buffy was wiggling out of her slacks and Spike unfastened his belt and stepped out of his jeans. When Buffy reached behind to unfasten her bra, Spike called out, "No. Don't do that, love."

She looked up at him in surprise and blinked at seeing him naked. He rushed to the bed, his cock bouncing proudly in front of him. Kneeling on the bed, he reached behind her and gently drew her hands away from the bra's hooks. "I want to do that, love," he told her softly. Buffy looked into his eyes and then smiling gently she fell back onto the mattress drawing him with her. Spike nestled between her opened legs, rubbing his cock lightly over her lace-trimmed panties. Propping himself up on his elbows, he ran his hands through her hair pushing it back while he rained kisses on her upturned face.

Buffy ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense and flex as he rubbed against her. Bending her knees, she gave him even more room to settle comfortable on her. She loved the feel of him on her. His height was prefect for her. His weight was comfortable and comforting. His mouth so sweet. The taste of cigarettes was on his tongue, as was a faint hint of blood. She should be repulsed by it, she knew, but it didn't bother her because underlying all of it was Spike flavor.

Spike lifted his mouth from hers and moved to her neck. Finding the pulse point, he began to suck on it, scraping his teeth against it lightly. One day he hoped she would allow him a taste, but if she never did it would be all right. Her other tastes were like ambrosia and as long as she allowed him access, he would be satisfied.

Moving back up to her ear he whispered, "Buffy?"

"Yes?" Her voice was breathless, yearning.

"I want to taste you again, love. Will you let me?"

Buffy shivered as her arms tightened around him and she dug her nails into his back. "Oh god, please, Spike, yes."

Moving down, he pushed her bra strap off her shoulder trailing a line of kisses in its wake. Baring one breast, he took it into his mouth laving the nipple with his tongue. Buffy arched into him, little moans of pleasure escaping her. Slipping his arms around her back, he unfastened the hook and then drew the bra from her raising himself on his knees to clear the way. Discarding the bra, he took both her breasts in his hands squeezing gently, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and then bending down to suckle at first one and then the other. His tongue danced over the hardened buds, swirling, twirling, skimming across the points, and then stopping their dance to allow him to suck and nibble.

Settling down on top of her again, he concentrated on nursing at one breast while his rubbed the flat of his hand in a circular motion across the nipple of the other, then pinched it between thumb and forefinger before rubbed again.

Buffy was almost sobbing from the tension he was building up in her. She wanted his mouth just exactly where it was. She wanted his mouth on her mouth. She wanted his mouth between her thighs lapping, teasing, invading.

When he exchanged breasts, she did sob. Wrapping her legs around him she began to grind her pelvis against his straining cock causing Spike to moan and grab her head, kissing her wildly. Suddenly raising himself up on his knees again he reached down and tore her panties from her hips. Grabbing her legs he draped them over his shoulders and then bent down to place his mouth over her, spreading the lips to give him access to the wet treat that awaited him.

Buffy's hips thrust up at the first feel of tongue and mouth. The hard pointed tip of his tongue found her opening and entered her eagerly lapping, swirling around, licking and teasing. Then moving out and up, it played across her clit. Buffy was getting wilder and wilder, hips thrashing about, fingers grasping his hair and pulling. Mewls and sobs and cries issued from her throat. Spike shoved two fingers up inside her and rubbed at the spongy cushion of nerves he found there. Buffy screamed and began to thrust her hips even harder. She was so near, so near.

Spike withdrew his fingers, lifted his head and climbed back up her body. Kissing her with the desperation of a man nearly insane with passion he begged, "Please, Buffy, I want to be inside you. Let me come inside. Please, love."

His answer was Buffy's legs once again wrapping around him, her hand eagerly guiding him to her. When he felt the tip of his cock pierce her opening, he shuddered and stopped all movement.

"Spike?" Buffy asked, worried that she had done something wrong.

Lifting his head from where he had buried it in the juncture between her shoulder and neck, he said with a strained voice, "It's all right, love. Just need to get some control."

His words sent a rush of warm feelings pouring through her, and wrapping her arms even more tightly around him she petted him in a soothing manner. When he at last felt that he wouldn't come with the first stroke, he lifted himself back up onto his elbows and looking deep into her eyes began pushing into her. Their eyes locked as he penetrated deeper, wonder meeting awe. She was so tight, so hot, so wet. The softness of her vaginal walls cushioned him as he delved deeper seating himself fully in her.

God, he was so big, so right. He filled her as no one had ever
done. When he was finally all the way in, she felt like crying. It
was so good.

Eyes never leaving hers, he began to move. Slowly. Out almost all the way and then back in till he could go no farther. Out. In. Out. In.

This wasn't fucking.

This wasn't a shag.

They made love.

When he could no longer keep up the slow pace, when his body demanded that he take more, he began rolling his hips as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Each roll brought him up against her g-spot and he was rewarded by Buffy throwing her head back. A look of complete wanton desire appeared on her face.

Slipping one hand down, he found the tiny swollen nub of her clit and rubbed at it as he increased his pace even more. Buffy's legs were tightly entwined around him, her hips thrusting, their pelvises pounding together. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the chamber, joined by Buffy cries.

He felt her begin to tense and knew she was close. Lowering his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, drawing on it, licking around it, over it, on it. When Buffy locked up around him he bit lightly and was rewarded by a scream of pure passion.

He felt the contractions of her vaginal walls as her climax ripped through her. Riding it out as best he could, trying to hold on for just a little while longer, he continued to plunge into her. But for all the tales of vampire stamina, even he had limits, and he soon followed her into bliss. Pumping frantically, he poured himself into her, filling her with his seed, screaming out her name.

He collapsed on top of her; too weak, too boneless to move. Buffy lowered her leaden legs and laid them on top of the back of his calves. Her arms wrapped around him loosely. For all the tales of Slayer strength, even she had limits, and she was as limp as a rag doll.

They lay together like than for several long minutes. When Spike finally found the strength to move, he again lifted himself onto his elbows and prepared to raise himself off of her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm crushing you."

Before he could move aside though, Buffy tightened her arms around him. "No, don't go. Not yet. You're not crushing me."

He looked into her eyes and smiled at what he saw there. Lowering his body onto hers again, he held her to him, enjoying the warmth of her body, the scent of their mingled musk.

Somehow he knew when Buffy was ready for him to leave her and carefully he pulled out of her body, moved to the side and gathered her into his arms. She snuggled against him just as she had the night before, but something was different. Pushing her hair back from her face, he looked into her eyes and saw his whole world.

And when she smiled at him, he knew that for the first time in his existence he had found a place to call his own.

The End