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Chapter 27


Spike met her backstage as she was on his way to see him. Her face was flushed and her eyes were practically beaming with lust.

He was grinning mischievously at her and she flung herself into his arms, peppering his face with kisses.

"Wow," he murmured, holding on tight. "I take it you liked it?" he asked her.

"Who would have known that watching you sing ‘Like a Virgin' would have
gotten me so hot?"

His eyes turned lusty, his expression darkening. "How hot?" he said
deeply.

"So hot I want you to take me home and make me feel like a virgin."

He claimed her lips, nipping, sucking, licking and mating with them. His
erection was rock hard and pressing against her stomach as he lifted her so
that her feet were just above the floor. Her back hit the wall.

"Oh Christ! Buffy, are you all right?" he asked.

She giggled breathlessly. "I'm fine. Barely touched it."

"God, all the finesse has left me."

She reared back her head, eyes sparkling with amusement. "You have
finesse?"

"Funny. Yes, I do. Just not with you. See? I am like a virgin with you. All
that stuff I used to do—"

"Not with me," she demanded on a whisper and kissed him hard.

"No, not with you," he whispered back.

"Let's go before I demand you take me against this wall."

He groaned in barely constrained need and let her go, only to take her
hand and lead her quickly out of the backstage and into the throng of
people waiting to greet him out in the club. He kept her close by him as he tried to graciously accept the pats on the back and the laughter. When the crowd dissipated, Buffy felt that maybe now they were on the home stretch. Until Angel stopped them.

Buffy glared at him in annoyance.

Angel held up in his hands. "I just thought you'd like to know that Fred and Jonathan left shortly after Spike's uh, performance."

Buffy's eyes widened. "They did?"

"Who's Fred?" Spike asked. "You know what? You can tell me later, let's
go."

"Bye Angel!" Buffy called out to her brother, waving to him as Spike
practically plowed through the club and out the door.

"Got my keys?" Spike asked desperately as they weaved through the
parking lot to his car.

"Yep, right here in me pocket," she said and fished in her pocket.

"Turning Irish on me?"

"Wee bit."

"Keys, give me keys," Spike demanded as they finally made it to his car.

She handed the keys to him. "Geez, you'd think you were about to get laid or something," she teased.

He answered her by kissing her possessively, exploring her mouth with his
tongue. "Making love," he corrected her when they parted for air.



Buffy was pouting and it was the cutest thing Spike had ever seen. He
explicitly told her she was not allowed to unbuckle her seat belt and tease him the way she seemed set to do as they had driven out of the parking lot. Her wayward hands and teasing mouth would drive him to distraction and she had precious cargo in that tummy of hers. She knew he was right, but she still wanted to touch him and every second they weren't touching felt like an eternity.

He knew that feeling all too well.

Instead he held her hand and at stop lights would lean over and kiss her senseless. He decided that the break in between might be for the best. He needed to get himself together. He was coming apart at the seams. For the first time in his life, he was going to make love to the love of his life, the woman of his dreams, his soul mate, The One and every other cliche he could think of when thinking of Buffy and what she meant to him. The thing was, he really DID feel like a virgin. He was when it came to this. Flings, one night stands (he winced at the thought and his eyes darted to her belly), but he'd never made love. He wanted to show her all that he felt for her, and hoped he was able to convey it.

When they finally made it to the house, they jumped out of the car and
started for the house, hands entwined.

"Oh crap," she muttered.

He froze. "What?"

"I hope they're all asleep."

Spike's face fell. "Oh crap."

Praying and promising that they could just have a clear shot to the
bedroom, Spike opened the door and paused. Silence. The only light was
the light in the living room. And no one was occupying the room. He
breathed a sigh of relief and they started toward the stairs.

"Buffy?"

Cursing, they turned to see Joyce standing in the doorway, Harmony
beside her. Spike glared at the girl, causing her to fidget.

"Are you all right? We were worried," Joyce said.

Buffy's eyes widened. "What's with the collective ‘we'? I can tell you right
now that she," Buffy pointed to Harmony, "was not worried about me."

"Yes I was–"Harmony started.

Spike growled. "Don't even."

Harmony looked up at Joyce.

"She tell you she pushed me?" Buffy asked her mother.

Joyce looked down at Harmony in shock. "You WHAT?"

Harmony fidgeted. "I didn't mean to, I just–"

"I'm sorry Joyce, I know this is your house, but I have to say something."
He turned to Harmony, pointing at her. "You ever touch my fiancé again or hurt her in ANY way and there will be hell to pay, do you understand me?"

Harmony whimpered and nodded her head.

Joyce sighed. "It's a good thing you're getting married tomorrow Harmony because I really think you've outstayed your welcome."

Harmony's eyes widened. "Aunt Joyce!"

"Harmony, I love you, but you haven't a clue how to treat family. Or
anyone for that matter. Now say good night and go to bed."

Looking like a dog with its tail between its legs, Harmony mumbled good
night and fled to her room.

"I'm sorry honey," Joyce said once Harmony was gone. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine, mom."

"For the record, I wasn't angry with you. I knew she had something to do
with what happened, but damned if I can get the truth out of her," Joyce
sighed wearily.

"Why don't you get some sleep too, mom?"

Joyce rubbed her temples. "I think that's a wonderful idea. You two should
get some rest too. We have a big day tomorrow."

Buffy and Spike exchanged looks and Spike squeezed her hand. "Sure thing
mom," Buffy chirped.

That was all the cue Spike needed as he led Buffy up the stairs and into the
bedroom. Once inside, he flicked the light on and Buffy immediately turned
it off.

"Buffy, I want to see your body. Lights on," and he flicked them back on.

"Lights on, but dimmed," she flicked on the bedside lamp and then flicked
off the light. "Dimmer lighting. More, what do they call it? Romantic."

He grinned and stalked her like a cat on the prowl. "I'll show you
romance," and he swept her in his arms.

"Promise?" she breathed.

He bent, nuzzling her neck. "Oh yes."



A/N: so how much you want to kill me for stopping there?? lol I promise to make it up to you!!





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