Spike and Buffy's lives really hadn't changed that much since Adam's departure and the realization that they loved each other. They still kept to their old habits, except that they no longer fought about Spike's kills, since he didn't even feel like killing anymore. Now they fought for fun.
"Unh! Do you have to be so rough?" Buffy complained as she nursed the arm that he had struck with his full strength.
Spike hauled her close to him. "One of the things I love best about you is that you can take anything I throw at you." He had always loved fighting Buffy; she was so strong and clean in her moves, it was almost a pleasure to be taken down by her.
Wriggling out of the embrace, she punched him in the face, then whirled and kicked him in the jaw. He fell to the floor and she fell on top of him. "And you can take whatever I throw back!" She exulted as she gave him a kiss every bit as aggressive as her fighting had been.
He responded enthusiastically, grabbing the back of her head to pull her mouth closer. They kissed hungrily for several minutes, then he pushed her away and sat up. "You sure take a man's breath away, sweet!" he told her, keeping his arms wrapped around her loosely.
"You don't have any breath," she teased.
Spike smiled. "If I did, it'd be gone now," he promised her. With a grin, he pulled her close and kissed her again, eagerly, their mouths seeming to melt together. His hands roamed Buffy's back, sliding under her shirt to stroke the soft skin of her shoulders. He fumbled with her bra clasp for a little too long, and she growled and unfastened it herself, removing both bra and shirt over her head in an impatient gesture.
"God, you're beautiful," Spike whispered. She smiled at his stunned expression and reached over to undo the buttons on his shirt, one by one.
When she was almost halfway down, he grabbed her hands and clutched them tightly. "Listen, luv, I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
Hurt, Buffy withdrew her hands and put her shirt back on with one smooth motion. "You don't want me," she decided, moving to the other side of the room.
Spike snorted. "Sweet, we both know that's a big lie!" He crossed the room and put his arms around her from behind.
Relaxing, she leaned back against him, enjoying the solid feel of his arms enfolding her. "So why..? Uh, I mean, Why not?" she asked.
His arms tightened slightly and he sighed. "Every time we kiss, I can feel myself start to Change. Now, the demon has already tasted your blood. I just don't want it to take control and drain you while my mind's on other things."
"You wouldn't let the demon hurt me," Buffy reassured him.
"That's not all, though. I've never, well, made it with a living human before." He looked uncomfortable when Buffy turned and looked at him with wide eyes.
"So you were a... you know... when Angel made you?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Drusilla had gone whacko and nearly gotten both of them killed, so he needed a keeper for her. He found me wandering the streets of north London, brought me home with him, and brought me over. Then he showed me Drusilla, and she was so beautiful, and she needed me, and I just had to stay with her. I've been with her ever since."
"Meaning you've never 'been with' anyone else?" Buffy asked. They went to one of the couches and sat down to talk, and she held his hand and looked up curiously into his dark eyes.
He would have blushed, if he'd had blood. "'Sright." He looked at her apologetically. "Let's just say I don't know how to do it without bloodletting."
"Eww!" Buffy said. "I really didn't need to know that!" She shuddered, then gave his hand a little squeeze. "Well, you already know all about my, uh, 'experiences.' I've only done it once, but that was enough to turn my boyfriend into a ravenous, blood-sucking fiend from hell. So really, I don't mind taking things slow!"
Spike laughed and kissed her. The kiss deepened after a moment, and he felt the beginnings of the Change. He backed off and turned his head away so she wouldn't see the demonic visage, but he hadn't reckoned on her slayer's strength. She forced him to look back at her with furious yellow eyes in a vampiric face... and she kissed him again.
Buffy broke the kiss, then rested her head on his shoulder and held him, knowing full well that his fangs were mere inches from her throat. She felt them descend, touch her neck lightly, then withdraw again. Spike kissed her neck gently.
Suddenly, a voice from the doorway called to warn her: "Look out, Slayer, he's a vampire!"
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