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I’ll tell you no lies

Buffy stepped back, admiring her handiwork. Two rows of boxes flattened the heavy blanket against the small window, effectively eradicating any hope of a stray beam of sunlight. Pleased and nervous Buffy turned and jumped a foot in the air, a silent gasp of surprise escaping her before she could squash it. Not 12 inches from her was Spike. How on Gods green earth did he sneak up on her! Her eyes flickered towards the door before she could stop them. Closed even. She hadn't even heard a click. She hated it when he did the supernatural thing.

Her heart beat a steady tattoo in her chest that she knew he could hear. His blond locks were tousled and wet, curling over his forehead in a way that made her pulse react alarmingly. Bare chested in nothing but snug black jeans she had a spectacular view. Head slightly titled, graceful curve of his neck, cut muscles tracing a roadway down his rock hard chest and disappearing into his low slung denims. Even now, just looking at him left her breathless, weak and girly. It wasn't something she felt often, perhaps not ever since becoming the Slayer. But she was the Slayer, and he was who he was. And what were they doing standing in the filtered light of the attic in her mothers house staring at each other like love struck fools?

He moved suddenly and she concentrated on a shaft of light from under the door as he snaked into her personal space. She didn't know what to do with her hands, where to look. She wanted to touch him, so badly that her hands twitched and her breath came in ragged drags. But she had no excuses now. No clean cut mating bond to fog the moral issues. No way to twist and bend the truth to cast her in an acceptable light. Little more than a week ago he had killed for his dinner. More than once he had killed Slayers, because it was a challenge…fun for him. Now she had no hold on him. No guarantee that he wouldn't slaughter them all tonight while they slept. Who knew what went on behind those changing eyes?

She made the mistake of looking up at him, trying to gauge his thoughts from his expression. But there was no need to read between the lines. Mating bond or no she knew that look, now, had seen it many times. Skin drawn tight over cheekbones, heavy lidded eyes gleaming with lust fastened on her like she was the center of his universe. The look that made her breath quicken and her panties grow damp. She was deeply ashamed of the rash of goose bumps that broke out over her skin as her flesh grew hot and her body shaky. What excuse did she have now for the way he could make her pant just by looking at her?

Forcing her gaze away from him she lowered her eyes to his pale chest. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She gasped out loud, reaching out and running her hands down his unblemished chest. Not a mark, a bruise, a scrape even. He was completely healed. She took a deep breath, realizing suddenly that she felt better than she had in days. "Picked up on it have you? Sorry sad days when the Slayer's so distracted."

"I have a lot on my mind." Buffy snapped, snatching her hands away, but he was lightning quick, and caught her hands, placing them back on his chest,

"Don't" Was all he said before he lowered his head and kissed her. She wasn't sure if he really moved as slowly as molasses or if she just felt like it took forever for him to reach her lips. And then his kiss was so gentle and thorough that she thought she might scream. She needed more from him. She was as hungry tonight as she had been the very first time. Buffy brought his lower lip between her teeth and bit down hard enough to make him groan. She slipped her hands over his shoulders and pulled his body into better contact with hers. She kissed him roughly, shamelessly and in no time he was responding just as aggressively.

He pulled back from her long enough to whip her top over her head. Immediately he began kissing her shoulders, his hands slipping down her bare back, caressing her hips. Oh God. What was she doing? His skin was smooth and silky under her hands and she loved the way his body quaked with her touch. She couldn't stop touching him. This was so wrong. His mouth moved to her neck and she stiffened for a moment before relaxing. It was just kissing. Just kissing. But he felt it, how could he not, and he stiffened too. They sat there motionless for a moment and Buffy didn't know what to do. She didn't want him to stop.

Buffy moved first, sweeping her hands down his back, around his waist to his fly. She reveled in his sharp indrawn breath…she could still affect him. He still wanted her. He kissed her neck, softly, deliberately. She let him, a thrill racing down her spine. He could crush her with his bare hands. He could vamp and rip her throat out. Instead he made her moan helplessly with the magic of his lips and hands. She unzipped his fly and boldly pushed his jeans over his hips, he shifted, one foot and than the other…toeing off his jeans. Buffy trailed her hands down over his lean hips, and cupped his firm butt.

"Naughty girl." He whispered in her ear. She smiled wickedly, letting her hands trip softly across his skin to enclose her fingers around his rock hard erection. She slid her hands lightly up and down, increasing the pressure, wiping her thumb over the weeping head of his penis to catch the moisture and wet her hands. "Jesus Buffy, Oh Lord, Bloody Hell Baby…" He began to chant helplessly in that way that he did. The way that let her know he was losing control. She sank fluidly to her knees and Spike let out a feeling groan and buried his hands in her hair. Still she teased him, kissing first one thigh and then the other, running her hand up his leg and cupping his sac lightly, gently massaging him to the tune of his breathless words of encouragement.

She slipped his penis into her mouth, first concentrating on the head and then pulling him in deep. She swept her tongue over the head as she bobbed up and down and his cussing became incoherent. She loved having this control over him, reducing him to speechlessness. It was a power trip like no other. When he started babbling about love she almost pulled back, almost stopped, but then hardened her heart and sucked harder. He didn't mean it. I love you doesn't count during sex. She just wished he wouldn't…it hurt her in places she didn't want to think about. Because deep down she wanted him to look her in the eye and whisper those fierce words of adoration. He bucked his hips forward and then stiffened and Buffy didn't hesitate to swallow the warm bursts of liquid in her mouth.

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy…" He chanted brokenly as he shuddered through his orgasm and she pulled back enough to look up at him as he stared down at her in wonder. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her without hesitation. Somehow she had thought that he wouldn't want to…after…but he devoured her mouth desperately. Suddenly he hiked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips automatically. He cupped his hands beneath her bottom to support her and stumbled blindly towards the back of the attic. She tried to pull back so he could see where he was going but he tugged her mouth back to his, as if she was his life's breath and he would cease to exist if he wasn't kissing her.

The bed wasn't put together but Spike just kicked out at the mattress causing it to fall flat with a dull thud. He set her on her feet finally, kissing her neck , her shoulder. "Going to make you feel so good…Gonna fuck you so hard…" He started to push her down on the mattress but she resisted, catching his hands which were already starting to tug at her loose pants.

"Spike, sheets…I need sheets…" She panted breathlessly. She wanted him in a bad way but she wasn't about to fornicate with a Vampire on her grandmother's mattress…without sheets.

He lifted his head, giving her a bemused smile, and she laughed at his expression. "I'll make you forget about sheets." He growled, leaning in to nip at her chin. "I'll make you forget your bloody name."

She rolled her eyes and pulled away from him. "Ego much!" She said over her shoulder as she turned away and went back to the door for the sheets. She made sure the little lock was turned before she went back to him. She was intensely aware of her bare breasts swaying and clutched the bedding to her chest self consciously. She could have walked away just now. This was an admission. This was a concession. She was walking back to him of her own free will. He didn't touch her, just reached for the sheets and carefully helped her make up the bed…well the mattress on the floor. She resisted the urge to cover herself again. This was ridiculous…it was nothing he hadn't seen.

She glanced at him out of the corner or her eye and saw that he was carefully not looking. Sometimes the considerate things he did seriously freaked her out. She fluffed the last pillow tossing it on the bed and turned to touch him but he was already on the bed stretched out comfortably, his eyes on her face.

She started to get in bed to but he held up a hand. "Undress for me." He said huskily and Buffy froze. His gaze raked over her, lingering on her breasts as she stood awkwardly at his feet. "Bend over and slide those filmy pants down over your hips." She was sure that she was blushing like a virgin. But she did as he asked and tried not to rush because she wanted to please him. She stood again, kicking the pants off her feet and her body flushed all over. His eyes were hot and dark with lust and she ran her hands down over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. Did he want her to take off her panties too? In a flash he was on his knee's in front of her, bending down to take her breasts in her mouth.

Oh God, Oh God. "Spike…" She moaned out load and suddenly his hands were everywhere it seemed, her breasts were on fire with his touch and her panties were soaked through. Surely he could smell her lust. He whipped her panties down her thighs and tugged on her so that she crawled up the bed with him. She languidly wrapped herself around him, sliding one leg between his and kissed him. He wrapped his foot around her leg and pushed her panties off with his toes. His penis was quickly rising again pressing against her hip and Buffy found it exhilarating. She did this to him.

He rolled her over to her back, leisurely kissing her shoulder, and her collar bone. He kissed one breast, sucking gently, pulling the extended peak more firmly into his mouth. He pulled back and blew cool air over her flushed skin and Buffy trembled and let out another strangled sound of pleasure. His hand played over her stomach, swept along her hips. He laved his tongue in the valley between her breasts, his hand moving down her thigh. He placed small kisses all around her other breast, avoiding the nipple and Buffy moaned and tossed, "Please Spike…" before he finally flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh and she almost achieved orgasm just from that sensation.

"Easy Pet…easy…Not yet…" He murmured against her skin, sliding his hand between her knees's…urging her legs open. He kissed the skin beneath her breasts and ran his hand up her inner thigh. His head went lower, trailing kisses to her belly button. He dipped his tongue inside the small crevice at the same time as his fingers brushed over her curls so lightly that she almost screamed. Instead she gasped out loud and bucked her hips forward impatiently.

"Spike, I need…" He teased her open with one long finger, sweeping it from bottom to top, kissing her hipbone, "I need, oh Spppiiiikkkeee…" He trailed his tongue over the hollow between her hips, finger brushing over her clit, rotating and then retreating. Buffy was making breathless sounds of pleasure and didn't care if he knew how good he felt to her. Her hips rocked shamelessly, trying to gain more contact. He was kissing her thighs and Buffy opened her legs wider to give him access…so wrapped up in her lust that she didn't feel a twinge of embarrassment at the way he looked at her intimate parts. He pushed her knee back more, running his hand more firmly over her pussy, spreading her lips for his eyes before finally lowering his head for a taste.

He turned her into a writhing slut. She slipped one leg over his shoulder, opening her legs wider and gasped and moaned and thrust as he worked her over with his tongue. He was relentless, working her clit softly until she was coming apart and then pulling back to lick her pussy lips, kiss her thighs. She realized after the third, maybe fourth time he had almost brought her to orgasm that she was begging him and stopped abruptly. He let out a muffled laugh against her sensitive skin. Asshole. And then he got serious, slipping fingers inside of her, flicking her sensitive flesh with his tongue. In minutes, seconds, hours…who knew… she was Cumming like a freight train,

He rested his head on her stomach and watched her come down from her high, Her breathing began to steady and she ran her fingers through his silky hair, making sure it was properly mussed. He grinned like a feral cat and stalked his way up her body, leaving wet soft kisses in his wake. He settled between her thighs and kissed her lips. Buffy drew her knees up to his hips and planted her feet on the mattress to give him purchase. He balanced his weight on his forearms and teased her opening, rotating his hips before entering her fully.

He rocked slowly and she met his easy thrusts, adjusting to his fullness, shuddering at his hardness rubbing against her sensitized flesh. She ran her hands possessively over his shoulders, his back. Looking up into his eyes as she thrust inside her. She wrapped one leg around his lean hips urging him to increase his pace as the light pleasure she was feeling began to build. She slid her leg down his leg, wrapping her foot around his ankle, finding balance and flipping him suddenly. He landed hard on his back, his cock stabbing her sweet spot and causing her to spasm and cry out with pleasure. She got her balance and found her rhythm. Bracing her hands on his chest and sitting up strait, riding him relentlessly.

Tremors of pleasure rocked through her body as she rocked to the soundtrack of pants and moans and groans. His hands caressed her hips, her stomach. He sat up slowly, pushing his hips against hers and Buffy cried out loudly at the sensation. He kissed her lips, her jaw, as they writhed together, wildly passionate, and loud...Buffy tried to temper her moans…what if her mother could hear…but he wrung sound from her without mercy.

His hands fisted in her hair, arching her body like a bow, thrusting her chest out so he could taste and touch and tease. Buffy cried out at the sensations and her fluid movements atop him became sloppy, her hands greedily pulling him closer, and still he wasn't close enough. Adrenaline washed through her veins, a heightened awareness of every touch and breath and sound. He filled her up and left her begging for more at the same time.

She moaned out loud at the rough touch of his callused fingers as he glided his hands firmly down her slick back to grasp her hips, guide her movements. He pulled her onto his prick more forcefully, changed the angle she was hitting, causing her to quiver and gasp like the wanton woman he turned her into. Buffy twisted and sobbed at his firm kisses, wet tongue finding it's way along her collarbone, laving a warm kiss to her earlobe, and ending at her throat, leaving a necklace of marks in his wake. She shuddered, even as she tilted her head back, surrendering her neck to him. She could feel her pulse fluttering at her throat in time with the blood pounding in her ears. She danced a knife's edge between fear and excitement and her whole body spasmed when he nipped her with flat even teeth.

Every rough pull of his hands brought Buffy down sharply down on him, the head of his cock brushing roughly against her g-spot causing her to cry out in little gasps and whimpers. Buffy pushed hard against him, rubbing herself off, and finally her body spiraled out of control as orgasms ripped through her like a tsunami. His own strangled cry entwining with hers as he gave his last few thrusts with desperate urgency. She collapsed against him, boneless and trembling. His hands now soothing against her heated skin.

After a while Spike laid back with her sprawled over him and Buffy fumbled behind her for the blankets bringing them over her rapidly cooling skin. She burrowed against him, breathing in his scent, enjoying the feel of his silky skin against her cheek. Should they talk? What on earth would she say? Buffy lay in the silence and agonized. He would have to promise, promise not to kill or feed or hurt people. She would have to trust him. A soulless evil Vampire. Trust him not to lie to her. Trust him with her family, her friends.

And who was to say he even wanted to? So he indulged in sex with her. It hardly meant that he wanted to give up his entire way of life, deny his nature, and pal around with the Slayer and her friends. He was probably thinking about it right now. Buffy didn't really think he would hurt her mother, or her sister. But Faith would make a tasty snack on his way out to find Drusilla and go back to madness and mayhem. Was he just waiting for her to fall asleep, avoid the confrontation?

And what if he hunted in Sunnydale? A memory flashed in her mind…A sword through Angel's gut, his confusion, as he was swallowed by the swirling vortex of light. She would have to do her duty. But she couldn't even imagine dusting him. But still the scenario played over in her head. Him bent over a helpless victim…raising his head…blood dripping from his fangs. He laughed at her even as the girl fell boneless and limp to the floor and he sprang over dead body…

Spike was pulling away from her. "Where are you going?" She asked, frightened that he hadn't decided to wait. He began pulling on his jeans, his face a closed mask. "Spike, I thought you were going to stay tonight…"

She couldn't do this now, it was too soon, she just…she couldn't even think. He buttoned his fly, he didn't leave it undone for her. She got out of bed, wrapping a sheet, going to him but he stepped back from her, face all hard planes and angles, eyes blazing angrily.

"You reek of fear." He accused, running his hands through his hair, not meeting her eyes. "I have to go…I can't stay here. This was a mistake." He turned for the door but Buffy couldn't leave it like that. Her mouth opened of its own violation and words spilled out.

"What do you mean a mistake?" He kept walking away. "Spike," She ran a bit, grasped his arm to stop him. "Where are you going?"

He did stop, turning his head to look at her from one eye. "Are you going to tell me you're not afraid?" He whispered and she knew better than to lie.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"But?"

"I'm afraid of what you're capable of." She admitted, letting go of his arm and wrapping her hands around her middle. "You've got access to my life, my family, my friends…"

"I've already proved I can be trusted with them..." He broke in angrily, turning fully and stalking towards her, all panther grace and fluid movement. She retreated instinctually and he stopped short, face twisting angrily, cheeks hollowing out, eyes flashing amber. "I've been a good pet vamp, even helped you battle the baddies…"

"That was before…" She took a deep breath. "Spike, things are different now. I don't have any hold over you…"

He reached out and touched her face and she jumped in her skin. "Oh you've got a hold on me. I'll be who you need me to be..."

"And if you can't." She whispered, hating the quaver in her voice, the sheen of tears blurring her vision. "If I have to, to…"

"I won't, you'll have to trust me." He said softly, the pads of his thumbs brushing away her tears.

"But you're a Vampire." She looked up at him, pleading silently for him to understand where she was coming from.

"You trust Angel." He said, and there was a slight bite to his voice that warned her to tread lightly, still it needed to be said…

"He has a soul."

He spun away from her, punching air and making a strangled sound of frustration. "Well I don't!" He snarled, striding away from her then spinning back to stalk towards her. "They aren't handing them out like candy at Halloween either so we'll have to make due without one."

"I don't know if I can…I'll try…we'll work at it." He stopped coming towards her, close enough to touch but miles away.

"I have to go.." He said turning towards the door again.

"Spike! Wait. Spend the night; we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Tomorrow won't have changed anything Slayer." He said in a low strangled voice. "A clean break is best…if you ever need me…" And then he was gone. She struggled into her pajamas and raced down the stairs, calling his name, not caring who she woke. But Angel stopped her at her door.

"He's gone Buffy, you won't catch him." And she knew he was right.





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