Life for the Scoobies was going as normal. Willow had gotten past Oz leaving. She had joined a Wicca group to help get a handle on her powers. There, she had met Tara, a fellow witch. The two had become fast friends, and spent most of their time together. Xander and Anya were a legit couple now. Giles had gotten in a new shipment of rare tomes of prophecies. And Spike and Buffy had been at it like rabbits. Usually ending up at Spike's crypt after patrol, they had explored all kinds of fun ways to get it on. Spike had taken her to whole new levels of pleasure, which sometimes scared her. She was becoming so dependent on Spike, she wasn't sure what would happen if things ended between them.

However, the way Spike acted, that wasn't going to happen. He doted on her, but not enough to get her up in arms about her independence and self-sufficiency. She was fine with him opening a door for her, but not taking over during patrols. She liked when he held her hand, but wouldn't let him lead her around by the arm like a child. Slowly, they were learning each other's pet peeves, how they ticked, and they were both loving every minute of it. And the sex. Especially the sex. On one particular night of patrolling, the two ended up on the college campus after chasing a couple of vamps. Once the vamps were dust, Spike smirked and laced his fingers through Buffy's, gently tugging to get her to follow him.

The two ended up in an empty classroom. By now, Buffy had caught Spike's excitement and need. Instead of letting Spike lead her anymore, Buffy took control. Pushing Spike down to sit in the teacher's chair, she walked slowly, with a distinct sway to her hips that got Spike hard every time he saw it, to a desk right in front of him. "I am so glad I wore a skirt. This is gonna be fun." Hopping up onto the desk, she slowly slid her legs open to show her bare pussy to her vampire lover. Spike felt his cock twitch and harden when he saw that she wasn't wearing underwear. "My naughty girl. God, I love her."

Buffy smiled at Spike's expression and spread her legs even further. She moved her hands to unbutton her blouse, baring more and more skin to Spike's hungry gaze. Once the shirt was unbuttoned and thrown to the floor, Buffy brought her hand up to cup her breast, pinching the nipple every once in a while. Her other hand trailed up her thigh, pushing the skirt up as it went, to brush against her soaking wet pussy. When two of her fingers disappeared inside, Spike groaned and was beside her in a flash of preternatural speed. One hand went to the one buried in her quim, adding his own fingers to hers and making her cry out. The other tangled in her hair as he leaned down to kiss her passionately. Buffy's free hand went to his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans to run up his chest and back down to his jeans, where she one-handedly unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. A bit dumbfounded by this feat, Spike hardly noticed when Buffy pushed him back a step to remove his clothes. With Spike naked and Buffy wearing her skirt and shoes, the Slayer leaned over the desk and looked back at Spike.

Shaking his head to regain focus, he saw Buffy leaned over the desk, her delectable bum in the air and covered only by her short skirt. With a growl, he pushed his erection against her wetness, rubbing a bit just to tease her. When she finally cried out and reached behind her to grasp his cock and guide him into her, Spike thrust forcefully into her. Buffy's moan spurred him on to thrust faster and harder inside her. His Slayer pushed her hips back against him with every thrust, making him slam into her with enough force to move the desk under her. Before they could break it, Spike pulled Buffy up to lean against his chest, still sliding up and down his cock, while he moved to the floor. Once they were safely back to a stationary position, Spike resumed his pace and had Buffy screaming within seconds. Vamping out, Spike reveled in the gasp that came from Buffy as his cock enlarged even more, thickening and lengthening to fuck her even better. A few moments later, she cried out as her walls clenched around him, signaling her release.

Spike pulled out of her and fell backwards onto the floor, tugging Buffy along with him. Taking the hint, Buffy straddled him and sank down onto him. They both gasped at the feeling of his hardness invading her tight warmth. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, Buffy rode Spike until she came. Hearing Buffy scream out his name made his own control disappear. Grabbing the nape of her neck, he pulled her pliant body down to him as he started thrusting his hips up into her. As he teetered on the edge, he sank his fangs into her throat, instantly orgasming and throwing Buffy into yet another orgasm.

For the next few minutes, the couple just panted and lay bonelessly on the floor. Once their strength was recovered, Buffy pulled herself up and off of Spike. His semi-erect cock dragged through her sensitive channel, causing aftershocks to wrack her body. The temptation to sink back down onto him was hard to resist, but she knew that they needed to finish patrolling. Or just go back to his place. The second option was looking pretty good about now. Sitting up with a grunt, Spike shook away his game face and grinned at Buffy. Before he could say anything, Buffy leaned down to kiss him. "Will you help me get dressed? I can't find my bra."

Spike stood up and picked her bra up off the ground where it had landed behind the teacher's desk. While Buffy put her clothes to rights, Spike watched her while he fixed his own clothes. Once they were both decent, they put the classroom back the way they found it and left the campus hand in hand to finish the patrol. After three more stakings, Buffy called it quits and pushed Spike up against a mausoleum and ran her hands under his shirt. "Watching you fight is so hot. The way you move, oooh, Spike. I need you."

With her every word, Spike had gotten harder and harder, until he was finally hard as a pike. Growling, Spike reversed their positions and pushed her against the stone building. He ripped her skirt and underwear from her body and shoved his fingers roughly into her body. Crying out, Buffy rode his hand, loving how rough he was with her. Her hand tore at the zipper of his jeans, then stole inside to wrap around his throbbing cock. Harder and faster, they were both soon on the edge. When Spike vamped out and bit her neck, they both tumbled over. Buffy cried out and bit Spike's shoulder, causing Spike to growl and thrust his fingers inside her again.

A few minutes later, Buffy finally caught her breath and realized that her hand was still in Spike's pants, Spike's hand was still buried knuckle-deep inside her, and his fangs were still in her neck, taking slow sips every few seconds. Buffy kissed his neck and removed her hand. She ran a hand through his hair, then tugged a little to get his attention. The bleached vampire's fangs slid carefully out of her throat, then his lips laid a soft kiss on the bite mark. His hand moved and Buffy cried out as aftershocks wracked her body. Still a little out of it, Spike looked around for her underwear and skirt, only to see the strips of cloth on the ground. With a wry smile, he shrugged out of his coat and helped her into it. Once she was safely ensconced in its warmth, he picked her up and made his way to her house. Jumping to the roof proved a bit tricky with his arms full of Slayer, but he managed. Buffy slid gracefully into her bedroom and out of his coat. She turned and handed it to him in only her shirt and boots. At once, the vampire was hungry for more of her delectable body.

Buffy smiled when she saw the look on Spike's face. "One more, but we have to be quiet. Mom is just down the hall." Spike was in the room and on his knees in front of her before the end of the first sentence. With one hand, Spike held her hip steady; with the other, he widened her legs. When he could get to her still-dripping pussy, his tongue darted out to taste her. With a groan, he buried his face between her thighs and lapped at her, pausing to nibble her clit every once in a while. Buffy's head was thrown back, her hands tangled in Spike's hair and pulling him even closer. When her vampire thrust three fingers roughly into her and sucked on her clit at the same time, Buffy clapped both hands over her mouth to muffle her scream.

Yanking Spike up by the hair, she pushed him onto the bed and straddled his face, aiming her own mouth at his fully erect cock. Leaning down, she teased him with playful licks until he smacked her ass lightly. His tongue plunged into her core as her own lips parted and surrounded him with fire. Spike's moan vibrated through her pussy, making her moan and driving him to jerk his hips. Almost gagging, Buffy forced her throat to relax, letting Spike's shaft slide even further into her mouth. The vampire growled and attacked her pussy with a vengeance, licking and nipping and thrusting his tongue into her until she was whimpering around his hard flesh. As they both neared the edge of release, they each upped the ante. Spike began to thrust his fingers in and out in time with sucking and nibbling on Buffy's clit. Buffy used one hand to stroke the part of Spike's shaft she couldn't fit in her mouth while the other caressed his balls. With muffled shouts, they both came hard.

Spike lapped at her core, swallowing down all of her juices, while Buffy swallowed down as much of Spike's cum as she could. Smiling, Buffy sat up and collapsed beside Spike. The sight of her with his jizz covering her lips made Spike instantly hard again. Rolling over, he covered her with his cool body, his erection prodding her entrance.

Giggling, Buffy shook her head. "I guess what they say about vampire stamina is true, huh?"

With a lecherous grin, Spike pushed into her a bit. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "Every. Bloody. Word!" Each word was punctuated with a thrust, until Buffy was thrashing under him. Taking mercy on her, he slammed home and set a harsh pace, pushing her to the limits of her endurance. Within minutes, they were tumbling over the edge. Panting, Spike collapsed beside his Slayer and pillowed his head with his arm. Buffy turned and rested her head on his chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. When she began to shiver, Spike cursed his lack of body heat and reached down to pull the blankets up from the foot of the bed. Warm and safely ensconced in her lover's arms, Buffy fell into a deep sleep. Smiling down at her, Spike followed shortly.

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The next morning, Joyce softly knocked on her daughter's bedroom door. When there was no answer, she pushed the door open and peeked inside. She was greeted with the sight of Buffy wrapped in a slumbering Spike's arms. Both had contented smiles on their faces and were turned toward each other, as if even in sleep they couldn't get enough of each other. Despite the impropriety, Joyce smiled. Oh, she knew they had most likely had sex. But she also knew how close the two had gotten, and how important they were becoming to each other. So, instead of running Spike out of her daughter's bed as she would have done to Angel or even Riley, Joyce quietly closed the door and left the two in peace, firm in her decision to support their relationship.