Section Three

Chapter 11

Buffy sighed as she sat through yet another Scooby meeting in the library. The last few weeks had seemed like an eternity with Spike absent for the majority of each day, digging for the Gem of Amara. It was going rather slow since he wanted no additional help. ‘Him against the rock’ or something macho like that.

Xander had finally started to calm down. Cordy breaking up with him had affected him deeply. As a result, he was too busy wallowing in self-pity to berate Buffy further about her love life. She knew that holding the previous four years against him was unfair since technically he hadn’t done anything yet, but he was hard to stop herself when he was grating on her nerves.

Willow seemed to be blossoming under their eyes. Once the shock wore off, Oz had returned to her. It had, however, been rough for a couple of weeks. Once Willow regained her composure she had started to badger Buffy, and strangely enough Spike, about whether or not Oz would forgive her.

Finally Spike had come up with the right thing to say. He told her that none of the future Scooby’s should tell her what happened for a simple reason. On one hand, if he told her that Oz came back she might relax and not do something key to winning him back. On the other hand, if she was not meant to end up with Oz and she found that out, she might change her actions and not end up not with someone in the future because she changed the course of events. If either option was taken, it might negatively impact her future. Willow thought about it, and agreed not to ask anymore questions.

Giles had started to train both Amy and Willow in refining their control over the magics they wielded. After graduation Amy was going to England to study with the coven. Hopefully, it would prevent her from going bad, but if not, they should have an early warning and the coven would be able to help fight her. It probably would have been easier to let her turn herself into a rat again, but getting tied up and set on fire hadn’t been in Buffy’s plans this year. Willow probably should have gone to England as well, but they would wait to handle that until after Willow had met Tara and they’d defeated Adam.

The back of Buffy’s neck began to tingle and she started to squirm in her seat. Wetness flooded her, *Damn, Spike is thinking wicked thoughts and is almost here. Wonder what he is doing out of the tunnel?*

Buffy tried to concentrate on what Giles was saying, but the blond vampire was projecting his thoughts. She didn’t get a word for word overview like some watchers’ had theorized, but she did get a distinct feeling of what he was feeling and boy was he was taking advantage of that fact.

Finally, Buffy got up from the table and started to pace, oblivious to the stares she was getting. *When that bleached blonde comes out from the sewers, we are going to have a talk!*

Just then the door flew open to the library and there Spike stood, bathed in sunlight from a nearby window. Buffy took one look and ran over to him, jumping up so that she would land straddling his midsection forcing him to support her legs with his arms. She began kissing him all over. Spike had found the gem!

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Buffy leaned over Spike and began to trail kisses down his chest. He looked so beautiful laying there on her bed, the sunshine playing off his features. It was something she had never thought she would see again.

Sighing she snuggled into him, her body satiated from the preceding hours of lovemaking. “Next time you decide to carry me out of the library for a sex fest could you do so when there are fewer witnesses?”

“Sure pet,” Spike said with a smug look at his face, “Course it would be a lot less obvious if you weren’t unbuttoning my shirt in the library. Things like that are dead giveaways.”

Buffy smacked him and pouted, “Not my fault, you were thinking dirty thoughts at me!”

Spike propped himself up on his elbow, allowing his heated gaze to roam over her naked body. “Sure pet, have to control those dirty thoughts. Wouldn’t want you to know I was thinking about touching you here,” his hand cupped her breast, “or here,” running his hand down to her trimmed mound.

Running his finger along her clit she half gasped, half groaned. She was still tender from his earlier ministrations.

“Wouldn’t want you to know I was thinking about doing this,” Slowly his mouth lowered down upon her. Gently he took her into his mouth, running his tongue along the sweet folds of her flesh. He was pleased that she was wet again, and by the way she was trying not to squirm or arch her back, he could tell she was eager for him.

“Spike, please…”

“Please what Slayer?”

“Please… please fuck me… I can’t stand it.”

Spike chucked and gently teased her with his mouth, running soft kisses and gentle nips along her mound.

Buffy felt like she was going to scream in frustration. Spike was teasing her, which she loved, but if he didn’t relieve the pressure that was building up in her, she couldn’t be held responsible for her actions.

Finally Buffy could stand it no more and used her slayer strength to push Spike away from her. Before he could pout, she had him flat on his back and had rammed herself down on him. Her eyes closed with the pleasure of it, as she threw her head back. The feel of his rock hard cock buried deep inside her always gave her a primal sense of satisfaction. Slowly she began to rock back and forth, getting her body re-accustomed to his length. She loved being on top, the control was an aphrodisiac and the way his cock filled her in this position was unbelievable.

Faster and faster she began to rock, lifting her hips slightly in order to feel the most amount of friction. Finally unable to contain herself she began to whimper.

Spike realizing that she was about to come, grabbed her hips and began a faster rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her back down on his cock. Finally Buffy screamed her release at the same time that Spike lost control. She slumped down on him as they both nuzzled each other’s necks. Mates.

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Anya and Faith were walking home from the Scooby meeting when they heard the screams coming from their new residence.

Faith smirked, “They’re at it again, what’cha say we head down to the Bronze and play some pool until the action calms down here?”

Anya smiled mischievously, “…or until the action picks up there?”

“Damn girl, you read my mind”

Faith and Anya laughed and headed towards the Bronze.

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