This is the last, my loves. and i saved the best for last, since this bit is pretty much just straight smut. have fun! rated M- so if you're under 17, please don't read it. i dont want to be responsible for corrupting you.

I woke up again a little before dawn and got up to close the curtains. Cuddling back into Spike's arms, I slept the morning away. When I finally woke up, I felt more rested than I had in months. Spike was already awake, watching me as I lay I his arms.

"Morning," he murmured, kissing me gently. I wanted to open my mouth to let him in deeper, but then I remembered my morning breath. I covered my mouth with one hand.

"Morning," I said, the word muffled.

"Sweetheart, what are you doin'?" His smile made me want to kiss him again.

"I have morning breath, and you have super-vampire-smelling-powers," I said, still covering my mouth.

"I don't care," he said, trying to move my hand.

"Well I do," I countered. "Just let me go brush my teeth." He laughed but let me go. I climbed out of bed and padded quickly to the door. Spike was right behind me.

"What?" he asked when I turned around. "You can want to brush your teeth but I can't? 'Ve got blood breath." He pushed me out the door to by bathroom. I found a spare toothbrush, still in the package, and handed it to him. He tore it open and started brushing his teeth, perched on the counter. He watched me closely while I brushed my own teeth.

"Shtop it," I said, toothbrush still in my mouth.

"Shtop what?" I blushed under his gaze. He stood, sliding off the counter lightly.

"Stop watching me like that," I said once I'd spat into the sink. I rinsed and glanced up at the mirror. My hair was bed-mussed and my makeup from the night before was smeared. "Guh, so that's why you were staring," I grumbled. He leaned past me to spit in the sink and rinsed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're beautiful," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. As usual, he didn't show up in the mirror.

"I look like a cheap hooker," I said, turning on the faucet and wetting a washcloth.

"Eh, I like cheap hookers," he said. I glared at where I thought he would be through the mirror while I washed the makeup residue off. "Joking, I'm joking, love," he said, kissing the side of my neck.

"Jerk," I mumbled, drying off my face.

"I still think you're gorgeous."

"I think you got dropped on your head," I countered. He turned me around in his arms.

"Can I kiss you now, since we're all minty fresh?" he asked. I smiled reluctantly and wound my arms around his neck. He grinned crookedly and claimed my mouth with his.

"I don't know about you, but I don't want to be out of bed yet," I said, taking his hands in mine. I led him back to my bedroom, pulling off the shirt I was wearing as he sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Gotta say, I like that on you," he said, staring at my scantily-clad body. His eyes were dark with lust. "But I think I'd like it better off of you."

I bit my lower lip and frowned while he looked over my body appraisingly. There was no hint of disappointment or displeasure in his eyes, only awed happiness. "I have to ask you something," I said. He looked up at me, expression instantly concerned and brows furrowed. "This- what we're doing here… it's not just about sex for you, right? You can't kill your third Slayer so you'll screw her instead or-"

"No!" he said, standing. "No, Buffy, love, that's not what this is." He took my shoulders in hand and guided me to sit down on the bed. He knelt in front of me, his hands resting on my knees.

"At first, yeah, I figured it was just my dick talkin'," he said. "You're gorgeous, and strong, and we match. So I figured it was jus' me wantin' t' shag your brains out 'cuz I couldn't kill you." He glanced down at the floor, smiling a bit. "The dreams din't help."

"Dreams?"

"Kept havin' dreams 'bout you," he said, eyes twinkling at me. "Naughty dreams 'bout the Slayer no Master vampire should have. Mostly it was jus' me shaggin' you till you couldn' walk. But then…" He reached a hand up and brushed the length of my face with his knuckles. "Then I started dreamin' 'bout bein' with you. Like yesterday with Dawn. Jus' bein' close to you, talkin' an' such. An' then you started lettin' me closer in your life. When your Mum got sick, God rest 'er, an' when Finn took off, you let me in."

"I meant what I said last night," he said. I was close to tears when he took my hands in his and kissed each of my bony knuckles. "I can wait 's long as you need, kitten. I jus' wanna be good to you."

"You have been good to me," I murmured.

"I prob'ly won't always be," he said. He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I don' always think, an' I say shite I don't mean. An' I can't ever give you a normal life, kids an' whatnot."

"Normal and me didn't really mix well," I said, smiling at him. I leaned in to nuzzle his nose with mine. "And I'll probably be a bad girlfriend. I mean, all my exes leave town."

"They weren't me, sweets," he said, crooked grin in place. "I don't leave. Not unless you tell me to. As long 's you want me, 'm here. I wouldn't 've left Dru if she hadn't made me."

"Little tip," I said, pursing my lips. "Don't talk about the woman you were with for a hundred years while you've got your current half-naked and on a bed, 'kay?"

"Sorry," he said, taking my hand again, this time kissing my fingertips. There wasn't a place on my body that he didn't love, didn't lavish with attention. "If it helps, she's got nothin' on you. You, my love, are so sweet and strong, and completely sane, which is a nice change. She doesn't hold a candle to you."

I leaned down and kissed him softly. Pulling away, I laid down on the bed, holding my arms out. "Come here," I whispered. He stood, moving to the other side of the bed. "No," I said. "I want you with me." I stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed him slowly, tasting and memorizing the flavor of him. I pulled him down onto the bed with me and he stretched his body over mine. One of his knees parted mine as he propped most of his weight off of me with his arms. I didn't want that; I wanted to feel him, heavy on top of me. My hands pulled him down and my legs rose, locking around his waist.

"We should…" he gulped. "I don' wan' t' rush you, love."

"You're not," I said. "I want you, Spike."

"Say it," he begged. I knew what he wanted to hear.

"Love me, Spike," I said. "Please. I want you to-"

He cut me off with a burning kiss. His hands flew over my skin, teasing me and setting me aflame. I could feel his growing erection pressing insistently against me, and I grabbed his shoulders. I flipped us over so I was astride his hips, our lips still fused. I panted for breath as he trailed his lips down my throat. He felt so good. Every touch, every kiss, all the little murmurs escaping his through were perfect. I'd never been touched the way he touched me. And I'd definitely never been this turned on. Even when I'd wanted to before, the prospect of making love to someone had never gotten me this aroused. The flood between my legs only increased when Spike bent his head to kiss the flesh of my breast along the edge of my bra. I reached back, unhooking the clasp of my bra and sliding the straps down my arms. I tossed the scrap of fabric away and looked down at him.

I automatically blushed under his gaze. I was sure no one had ever looked at me the way he was now. His eyes were nearly black with want as his hands rose to take each of my breasts in his touch. My back arched instinctively as he thumbed my nipples to excruciating hardness. He dropped his head to suck on one, and I cried out at the delicious feeling.

"You like that?" he rumbled. I could only gasp in response as he devoured my flesh. "Could suck on your lovely little tits for decades, love," he said, moving to my neglected breast. I moaned loudly, my hands gripping his shoulders roughly. "All the little sounds you make, pet. They're intoxicating."

Finally, it was too much. I pried him away from my breasts and pushed him down onto his back. Sliding down his body, I unbuttoned his fly slowly. When my hand just barely skimmed over his erection, he jerked and let out a small whimper. "Sensitive, are we?" I teased. I leaned down and bit his hip. He moaned and thrashed under me. Okay, note to self: turned-on Spike is really sexy. The sounds he made had me wanting to skip foreplay altogether so I could just have him in me.

He fidgeted as I eased his jeans down over his hips and pulled them off his legs. When I moved back up to his level, I gasped. I wasn't exactly inexperienced with the male anatomy, but he was big. I wasn't even sure I could take all of him. I glanced up at his face, his smirk firmly in place. He opened his mouth to say something, but it trailed off into a moan when I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. My fingers barely touched around him, and he moaned again when I started stroking him. He was hard, harder than I'd ever seen anyone, and he bucked his hips as I ran my hand over him.

"Need you," he panted. "Buffy, please?"

"What to you need, baby?" I purred, sucking on his neck while I stroked him.

"Need… t' touch you, kitten," he said. Then suddenly, I was on my back again and his mouth was firmly attached again to one of my nipples. One of his hands moved down to stroke the skin of my belly, and then, oh my god, he was touching me. His fingers slipped beneath the lace of my panties, then finally between my soaking folds.

"How long have you been this wet for me, love?" he asked, his voice a husky growl in my ear. It was by far the sexiest sound I'd ever heard.

"You get me wet every time I see you," I admitted breathlessly. "Please, Spike. Touch me, I need you to-"

"Tell me where you want me to touch you, pet," he said, drawing his hand away. I whimpered in protest, but then he dragged my panties down and off my legs. Before he tossed them aside, he brought the fabric, which had to be soaked in my juices, up to his face and inhaled deeply. "You smell good," he said. "Delicious." His eyes were half-lidded and fierce. "Now, tell your Spike where you need to be touched."

"Everywhere," I gasped, wriggling. My hands were on him right now, but if he didn't stop teasing me soon, I'd have to take care of things myself.

"Be specific, love," he said. He ran his hand slowly over my sensitive mound. I bucked and whined at his touch. "How can I make you scream if I don't know what you need?"

"My pussy," I gasped out. I wasn't usually one for dirty talk, even minor dirty talk, but hey, there's a time for everything. And sometimes, that time is when a formerly evil vampire has you naked and stretched out on your bed. "Please, Spike. I need you to touch my pussy."

"Like this?" he asked, slipping a finger inside me. Ooh, God, it felt good. He found my g-spot instantly, stroking it. "Or like this?" he dropped down and spread my legs with his hands.

"Oh my god!" I screamed, jack-knifing my body when his tongue suddenly delved into my wetness. I curved my body around his head and gripped his shoulders hard. I honestly don't remember what I said or did next, because he started rubbing my clit at the same time as his tongue found my g-spot. I'd never had a man go down on me before, and good lord, was I missing out. Spike was purring again, and the vibrations on my pussy were driving me crazy. When he sucked hard on my clit, I exploded into the most intense orgasm I'd ever had.

I sobbed his name as he licked me, trying to catch every drop. When I was as clean as he wanted me, he rose back to my level, kissing my forehead, nose, cheeks, eyelids, and lips. My hands, weak, wound through his curly hair, trying to anchor him to me.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing me. I accepting his kiss lovingly, trying to pour my emotions into him.

"Oh my god, Spike," I moaned. "No ones-"

"No one's ever tasted you?" he asked, leaning back to look at me. "Those wankers never made you come with their tongues like that?"

"Those wankers never made me come, period," I laughed. "But also, no, they never did that."

"Poofters," he said, "always makin' you get yourself off. With me you'll never have to worry 'bout that, love." He raised himself up on his arms, situating himself between my spread legs. I felt the head of his cock brush over me, and I shivered.

"Go slow," I said. "It's… been awhile."

"How long?" he asked. I counted in my head. There at the end, I was finding excuses not to sleep with Riley.

"Six months? Give or take," I said. He shook his head in disgust.

"Ponce," he said. Then he kissed me sweetly. "Okay, love, I'll go slow. But I'd wager 'm a bit bigger-"

"A lot bigger," I said, tossing him what I hoped was a sultry smile. Apparently it was good enough, because he leered at me. Then he kissed me again and ooooh! I had never felt so stretched and full. Slowly, achingly slowly, he slid all the way inside me. When he was finally in to the hilt, he exhaled loudly and rested his head in the crook of my neck.

"Bloody hell, love," he breathed. We were still a long moment, then he pressed a kiss below my ear. "Are you okay, pet?"

"Yeah," I said breathlessly.

"Kay, I'ma move now," he warned me. The first slow slide of him hurt a little, but by the time he was fully seated within me again, all I felt was good. He felt good, amazing, really. I thought he would be too big, uncomfortable, but he was perfect. He fit me perfectly. His pace was slow, though I knew he wanted faster. After a few long, euphoric moments, I was ready for more too.

"Harder," I moaned. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as he sped up his thrusts. It was still… not quite enough. But if I lifted my legs... ooh, yeah, that was better. One leg bent at the knee, the other wrapped around his hips. I couldn't keep my voice down as he hit the tender button inside me over and over.

The words coming from his mouth were lewd, profane, obscene, and completely hot. He rambled about everything; how I felt, how much he loved me, what he'd love to do to me, how long he'd love to do it to me. And his hands were constantly on me. He propped himself up with one hand while the other played with my nipples, stroked the skin of my belly, and rubbed my clit. Then he switched hands and did it all over again. It felt absolutely amazing. I felt another colossal orgasm building inside me and I clutched Spike tighter to me.

"Oh my god, Spike," I panted. "I'm gonna- I need to-"

"Come for me, Buffy," he said, his voice so deep I hardly recognized it. "Wanna feel you drenchin' me, love." He thrust into me harder, and when I looked up into his eyes, they were golden. He was barely holding his demon back.

"Do it," I said. "Shift."

"What?" he asked. The echoes of our slapping bodies echoed loudly off my walls. This was by far the most adult thing ever to occur in this room. I never let Riley have sex with me in this bed, even though he stayed over some nights.

"Your eyes are yellow," I said as I pushed back my orgasm. I wanted him to be with me. "Let the demon out."

"No." His voice was strained, tight.

"I want to be with all of you," I said, moaning when his hand slipped down to strum my clit. He was trying to distract me. "Spike," I whined. "Do it. I want to see your demon. Be with me." He shifted with a roar, and damn, if he wasn't beautiful. He held himself off of me, and I knew it was to help keep himself in control. I wanted him a little out of control. I wanted his fangs, at the same time as I had his cock. I wanted to give myself to him, completely.

"Bite me," I murmured. His hips stuttered to a stop.

"No."

"Spike, I trust you. I want you to do it," I said. I reached a hand up to cup his cheek. "I trust you with my life. And damn you, you stupid, stubborn vampire, you made me fall in love with you."

"What?" he asked, switching back to his human face again.

"I said I love you, stupid," I said, kissing him hard. "I love the man and the demon. And now that I've got the man here-" I snapped my hips up, making him groan- "I want the demon here." I tilted my head, exposing the side of my neck that was already scarred.

"You've been bitten here before," he said. He started moving again slowly.

"Erase them" I said, brushing my hair away from my neck. "I want to wear your mark. Only you." He dropped his face down to my neck.

"I- God, Buffy, love," he said. I felt him licking and kissing the skin of my neck, and suddenly the sharp points of his fangs brushed over my throat. He sped up his thrust, and I was on the edge again.

"I love you," he murmured. He moved his fingers over my clit again.

"Love you, Spike," I moaned. "God, Spike, love you. Love this." He didn't need much more encouragement, because the next thing I knew, his fangs sliced into my throat and I exploded into orgasm. I screamed his name as my body tore itself apart, and I felt him find his release too.

When my pounding heart calmed and I came down from my peak of ecstasy, Spike was still fangs-deep in my neck. But he wasn't feeding from me. I felt no tell-tale pull as he drank me. He pulled away, licking the mark on my neck until it closed. He rested on my shoulder, panting breaths he didn't need. I rubbed his back lazily and moved my legs down to wind around his.

"You're amazing," he said quietly. "Never… thought it'd be like that."

"Mmm, you were pretty amazing yourself," I said. He lifted his head off my shoulder, blue eyes looking down at me.

"'M smashin' ya, pet," he said, rolling us over. He was still inside me, and I laid my head down on his chest. His hands ran over my arms and back as his purring started up again. "So much better than the Bot," he murmured, so quiet I almost missed it. I froze. He was really comparing me to that disgusting thing? Right after I made love with him? My heart hurt and I felt like crying. I pulled away from him, holding in my whimper at losing him inside me. I curled up with my back to him, not touching him. I felt so cold.

"Love?"

"Don't call me love," I said. I felt the tears stinging in my eyes.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked. I felt him roll towards me, and when his hand touched my shoulder, I flinched away. "Buffy," he said. "Love, talk to me. What's wrong?"

"I'm so glad I'm a better lay than your sex toy," I bit out as my tears started to fall. Spike swore quietly behind me.

"No, sweetheart, I din't mean it like that," he said. "God, I'm such a jerk."

"At least you got that right," I said, sniffling.

"I just meant… Bollocks, I shouldn't 've said it at all. I'm sorry, pet."

"Are you sorry for saying that I'm a better fuck than your toy, or for saying this wasn't just about sex?" I asked sharply. His hands grabbed my shoulders- firmly, but not roughly- and turned me over to face him. Suddenly I felt really naked under his pissed-off cobalt glare. I reached down to grab the sheet and pulled it up over me, covering my nudity. He glared at the sheet but left it in place.

"I didn't lie to you," he said. "Making- what we did wasn't just about me fucking a Slayer. No, I wasn' thinking when I compared you to the Bot. But you aren't just scratchin' an itch."

"That thing was?" How could I believe he wasn't just in it to get laid if he'd built a sex toy three days ago?

"The robot…" He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I was lonely. I wanted you, but you'd uninvited me. So I got a really stupid idea. I din't ever think I'd get this close to you."

"But it was just a sex toy," I said, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. "It wasn't-"

"How could anyone replicate you, love?" he asked. "Nothing, not some stupid fucking toy or some other bint could be like you. The way you look at me, the way you move, how could anythin' ever come close to that?" He glanced away from me with an almost Angel-like glower firmly in place.

"I was lonely and desperate," he said. "I don't do well on my own. Makes me think up really stupid plans. I know that don' make up for it. An' I am sorry I said that. I didn't mean t' say it."

"I just thought..." I said. "I mean, you say you love me and then you… get that thing. It hurt. It felt like what you told me wasn't real. It felt like you were just in love with the idea of sleeping with me."

"I told you I'd have waited," he said. "If I jus' wanted t' fuck you, love, I would've done it when you were chained up in my crypt."

"I know that," I said quietly. "I just- I don't- God, I don't know what I'm doing."

"Me neither." He smiled a little shyly. "Will you come back here now? I want… I wanna hold you." A smile tugged at my lips as I scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I looped one leg over his.

"You know I love you, right?" he said quietly. I hummed in response, resting my head on his chest. One of his hands knotted itself in my hair as the other traveled up and down my back. "I mean it," he said. "'M drownin' in you, Summers. You're all I think about, all I want to think about. I never thought I'd get t' jus' hold you like this. An' never in a million years did I think you'd ever love me."

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?" I teased, sitting up. I straddled his hips with a grin. I felt him harden immediately in response, his cock nestled gently into the cleft of my ass. "And most of your thoughts are wrong," I continued, wriggling against his arousal. "Like that you'd never get me. We've been dancing around this for years."

"Din't think you'd ever want t' be with me," he said, sitting up. "No one's…" I frowned. No one's what? Obviously women wanted to be with him. Hell, Drusilla was with him for 120 years. Harmony was with him when he came back to Sunnydale, and he couldn't walk down the street without getting a half-dozen lingering stares. If Spike was anything, it was wanted by the female species. So then what was he talking about?

"Still can't believe you…" he murmured, so quietly I nearly missed it. Then it dawned on me what he was talking about.

"No one's ever loved you back," I whispered, one hand covering my hand in shock. His beautiful eyes filled with pain, and I knew I was right on the money. "You've loved so hard, and no one's ever loved you back?"

He shrugged, dropping his eyes. I touched his chin gently, guiding his eyes back up to me. I leaned in and kissed his lips gently. "They were morons," I said softly. "If they couldn't see how amazing and beautiful you are, they didn't deserve you."

"I don' deserve you," he murmured. I pressed a finger to his lips.

"Hush, you," I said, smiling at him. "You are so gorgeous, and you're strong. I don't know anyone- hell, I couldn't even have done it- who could've stood up to Glory like that and not told her who Dawn was. You're so strong and brave. You're a good man, Spike."

"'M not," he said. "'M rude an' evil."

"Okay, then you can be a good man," I said. "You've got it in you, I know you do. Lord William Whatever-the-rest-of-your-name-is is still inside you, and as much-"

"Kingsley," he sighed. "Lord William Kingsley of Pemberly." I grinned.

"Lord Kingsley it is, then," I said. "And I'm going to keep telling you this until you believe me. I'm in love with you. Like, brutally. It makes me ache, I love you so much. So you're stuck with me. Better get used to it now, bud."

That unreasonably wide, dimpled smile was back. He cinched his arms around me, crushing me to him. "I love you," he all but growled. "God, pet, I love you so much."

"Scoot back," I ordered, wrapping my legs around his waist as he moved so his back leaned against my headboard. Slowly, I guided his hard member into my wetness. We both sighed in pleasure when he was finally fully inside me again. I kissed him deeply as I started moving my hips against him. We moved slowly together as our bliss built. When we were both on the edge, Spike vamped again and slid his fangs into my throat. I came hard, screaming his name as he found his release too. This time he drank from me, prolonging my orgasm with every deep pull from my neck. He broke away with a gasp, closing the puncture marks in my skin gently. My arms wrapped tightly around him, we rested for what felt like days, leaning back against the headboard.

When my stomach growled loudly, Spike chuckled. "Let's get you somethin' t' eat, kitten," he said.

"Don't wanna move," I mumbled into the crook of his neck. I'd been sucking gently at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and a new hickey stood proudly, dark purple against the ivory of his skin.

"C'mon, love," he said, lifting me off him slowly. We both groaned in response as he slipped from within me. Standing slowly- my legs didn't feel as sturdy as usual- I found his shirt on the floor and slipped it on as he pulled on his jeans. I slid into an old pair of boxers and took his hand. We walked slowly together downstairs, pausing every few steps to steal a kiss or a quick grope. By the time we made it to the kitchen, I really wasn't interested in food anymore.

"So, you've got Pop-tarts, peanut butter, and coffee," Spike said, rifling though my cupboards.

"There's more in the fridge," I said, sitting on a stool and watching him.

"Feel like an omelet, then?" he asked, pulling the carton of eggs out.

"You don't have to cook for me, Spike. I'm not really hungry anymore."

"You need somethin' t' eat," he said, finding some vegetables and other fixings. He set everything out on the counter and fixed a blue-eyed stare on me. "Let me take care of you, sweets." My lip quivered and I nodded mutely. It felt… well, really good to let Spike take care of me, which was weird for me. Maybe it was my inner Slayer talking, but when Riley and Angel had tried to coddle me, I'd always bristled. Or maybe it was the fact that Spike wanted to care for me, not protect me. He didn't treat me like I was made of glass. Spike reveled in my strength; he wasn't jealous of it. What had I done to deserve a guy like him?

"Not to distract you from starin' at me, love," he drawled, putting the omelet together in a frying pan on the stove, "but where's the Bit?"

"I dunno," I said, looking around for some kind of sign from her. The answering machine was blinking with a new message. I walked over to the machine and pressed play. Dawn's voice filled the room.

"Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'm out with Willow and Tara today," she said. I could hear background noise of the mall. "So have as much… fun…" She giggled girlishly, and I could hear Willow and Tara's voices chastising her. "… As you want and don't worry about me. Buffy, we've got Willow's cell phone if you need us. Spike, we'll stop by your crypt and get you some clothes, 'cuz the morning-after look? So not of the good. And we'll be back by 5 for dinner. The Scoobies are coming over, too, so try to not be completely naked when we get there, okay? See you later! Have fun!"

"Tarty chit," Spike said, barely holding in his smile. He flipped my food out onto a plate and set it in front of me.

"She has gotten pretty mouthy lately," I said, taking a big bite. I moaned in response. That was quite possibly the best thing I'd ever had in my mouth. "Oh my god," I said. He grinned cockily at me. "Okay, I'm never letting you go if you cook this good."

"Wouldn't let you let me go," he purred, coming up to stand behind me as I all but inhaled the omelet. "Eat up, love. Need you t' have all the energy you can, 'cuz we've got six hours till the Bit gets home, and I plan on makin' you scream at least a dozen times before then."

And he did.

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That's all for this one. i hope you liked it! there's a sequel already written for it, but i'm not sure how long it will take me to get it up here, so keep a lookout for it! thanks for the reviews!~kitten