Author's Note: Have some happy Halloween smut, all!

Previously: There's a plot. You don't care. Buffy and Spike are locked together in a storage room and making out on the couch...

"Oh god, I missed you..." Buffy murmured, her lips tracing the sharp line of Spike's jaw with soft kisses.

His hand slipped up under the hem of her shirt, and he began to draw lazy circles across her tanned stomach muscles. "Couldn't stop thinkin' about you," he confessed.

"You were everywhere." Buffy's lips found his ear, and she began to nibble lightly at the lobe. "I kept seeing you: just around the corner, on the other side of the street, at the far end of the crowd..."

His hands were now actively pulling her blouse up and off, and he rose away from her delightful touch to do so. "In all my dreams," he agreed. "Every time I closed my eyes, I could see you...see us..."

She arched her back a bit, allowing him to yank the offending blouse off over her head. Now, for that irritating black tee he was wearing... How dare it cover up his immensely lickable chest?! She pulled it from his jeans roughly and half-clawed, half-tore the garment up and over his shoulders. "I wanted you every second," she said, wide-eyed at the magnificent physique before her once more. "I never stopped wanting you, even for a moment..."

He dove down to meet her lips with bruising intensity, muffling her moan of his name with his tongue. He pulled back just as quickly and looked deep into her emerald eyes. "The thought that I could never be with you again, luv," he said softly. "'t was almost more'n I could bear. Like the unlife wasn't worth livin' anymore, y'know?"

"I know," she said with a small smile. "I'm so sorry, baby," she finally whispered. "All those bitchy things I said..." Her hands were on his zipper now, shakily pulling it down. "...I didn't mean any of it. And I'm so, sooo sorry..."

He let out a heady little gasp and closed his eyes tight when she opened the top button of his jeans, and his length sprung out into her warm and waiting hands. "'m sorry, too, kitten," he mumbled against her throat. "Was so stupid... Never wanted to 'urt you..."

"Me, either," she hissed slightly when his hands moved to return the favor, sliding down beneath both her sweat pants and her panties, removing them both in one graceful motion. She cupped his cheek with her free hand and looked right into his eyes. "You're beautiful," she informed him. "You know that, right?" He turned his head away bashfully, and she frowned. "Don't you ever believe that you're disgusting," she insisted. "You're so beautiful...in every way..."

He ventured to look down at her again and felt himself drowning in those eyes, now wet with tears at how she'd hurt him. "'ve never met anyone that does to me what you do," he admitted in return. "You're," he actually managed to blush slightly, "the best 've ever had, Buffy. They were all crazy to leave you. Crazy an' stupid."

Her lips met his in another passionate kiss, and she tried to work his jeans down lower on his hips. He complied with her unspoken request and shimmied out of them, kicking them to the side. "The ones who...gasp...left you...gasp...were the crazy ones – literally." This got a small smile from him. "You're the kind of man most women only dream about. It's..."

She froze abruptly, terrified of what she'd almost said. Because this time it was real; there was no taking it back. And, for some reason, this was more frightening for the Buffy who had the fate of the world resting upon her shoulders. Suddenly, she missed that old Buffy – the one who just let herself feel...

"It's..." she began again shakily. "It's so easy to love you, Spike," she finally said.

He just lay there above her for a second, poised, ready, stunned, uncertain, wary...

"I love you," she whispered softly, a tear escaping her eye at the intensity of her emotions at that moment. "Heaven help me, Spike, but I still love you..."

He kissed the tear away as it fell down her cheek. "Love you too, pet. Never stopped for a second..."

Their lips met once more, and Buffy could have sworn that Spike's cheeks were wet as well...and not just from her tears. Dammit! She was no good at this teary, emotional stuff!

Apparently, neither was Spike because they both simultaneously changed the nature of their kiss, making it all about happiness and desire and love again and not about sorrow and loss.

Spike's deft fingers found the back clasp to her bra, and with one skillful twist, she was finally fully bared to his gaze. "Love you," he whispered, bending over to take one rose-tipped peak into his mouth.

"Love you," Buffy echoed, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close, her nails tracing lightly over his spine, sending shivers all up and down his body.

"Love you," he repeated, his mouth moving to lavish its attention on her other breast.

"Love you." Her fingers twining through his hair, gently massaging the knots in his neck and stroking the peroxide curls lovingly...

"Love you." His lips back on her throat now, his thumbs each taking one nipple and pebbling them back and forth in syncopation, playing her body like a fine, golden harp...

"Love you." Her thighs spreading wide, allowing him to slip in between, cradling his hips with her own...

"Love you." His hands cupping her butt cheeks before trailing down to her knees, lifting them up and bringing her into proper alignment...

"Love you." Her hiss of anticipation as his velvety tip came into contact with her wet outer folds...

"Love you." His hard cock pressing just slightly into her, savoring the first licks of heat that stoked up and down his trembling need...

And then their eyes locked, and the need for speaking the words aloud vanished. Their hands met, their fingers intertwining. Buffy's ankles locked at the small of his back. And never once did they escape the opposing gaze, both sets of pupils dilated so completely that they provided windows into the other's soul...albeit, only metaphorically in one case...

And they each took a deep breath, and Spike plunged deep within her.

They both cried out in ecstasy at this most intimate of unions rediscovered. However, their mutual need was too great, and they began moving together, feverishly, violently...

Spike's blunt teeth bit into her shoulder, muffling his cry at the feel of her nails scraping up and down his back, leaving red furrows in their wake. He grabbed hold of her ankles in response and pushed them up and back, forcing her knees up closer to her shoulders and allowing him to plow into her harder and faster than ever before.

Buffy screamed in ecstasy as he pounded into her with superhuman intensity. Her head flew back, and her hands cupped his ass, sharp nails leaving five crescent marks deep in each cheek. She managed to slip her ankles over his shoulders, pulling him into her with newfound urgency.

His hands managed to be everywhere at once, finding every sensitized nerve in her body. They roughly caught her ass before moving up her back, discovering her breasts, the flat of her stomach, the line of her collarbone, the pounding pulse points in her wrists, the curve of her throat...

Buffy returned the favor, exploring cool alabaster skin warmed up by her own inner fires and wet with her borrowed sweat. She managed to cover every inch of his beautiful body all within the space of the few minutes before their bruising, frantic rhythm became too much to handle.

Spike squeezed his eyes shut when her inner muscles first began to clench around him, pulling him further into her body than he had believed possible and pummeling him with exquisite pleasure. He ground hard and deep within her, his wiry curls catching her clit on the in-stroke and his hardened tip hammering into that secret spot deep inside...

"AaaaaiiiiSpppiiiikeeeee!" Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs as infinite pleasure crashed through her, causing her vision to black out from its intensity and shattering everything in the world around except for the feel of their joining together, the feel of him becoming her, conquering her from inside and out...

She was now squeezing him so hard that he was sure he would be crushed. But, oh, what a way to go! Despite the rapid staccato of her muscles pulsing around him, he managed to pump into her one, two, three more times before he exploded deep within her as well. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, hissing and whispering as his seed shot out into her in erratic, electrifying bursts.

And then the pleasure became too much for him to bear anymore, and he followed her over the edge, his arms shaking and giving out, causing him to collapse upon her soft, warm body.

For a while, the pair was absolutely still, the only motion caused by the regular heaves of Buffy's chest as she fought to return the air to her lungs. And then, lazily, one eye slowly opened. It was a dark eye, the pupil still greatly dilated with lust, but the rim of hazel around it began to show ever brighter.

Buffy moaned slightly and opened her other eye as well, blinking a bit at the realization that she had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. She giggled slightly when she realized that Spike had as well and was now sleeping while still inside her. She lifted one shaky hand to lightly stroke the soft platinum curls that had become tousled during sex and cautiously lowered her legs until they were back around his waist and much for comfortable for enjoying the glowing aftermath.

Her movement caused the angle of his still semi-hard cock to shift within her, and he groaned into her throat lightly in response.

"My pretty vampire," Buffy cooed in his ear, giggling slightly at attaching this epithet to the former Big Bad.

He did that little whimper-nuzzle-purr thing that made her want to stay in his arms for all eternity before he raised his head sleepily to look at her. "'Mornin', luv," he said with a tired smile.

"It's evening," she couldn't help but seek revenge after he'd used that line on her several times. "That, and you were only asleep for all of five minutes."

"Wasn't asleep," he said, still in that dreamy state. "Was dead. You must've killed me, kitten, 'cause I was in heaven..."

"Or maybe we just brought heaven down to earth for a minute," she replied, smiling as well at the oddly poetic note of their conversation. She'd never really seen this side of him before, but being with him like this was so very intimate...

"Love you," he whispered one last time before burying his face in her throat and hair, kissing every spot he could find that would make her shiver.

"Love you more," she teased, the soft pads of her fingers soothing the already-healing red marks that her nails had left on his back.

He growled slightly and playfully nipped at the bite mark on her throat – the one he'd taken from Angel to be his pleasure spot while they had been under the spell together.

Buffy let out a heady little gasp in response.

"Love you more," Spike insisted, smirking at her response.

She scowled at him. "Persistent bastard," she sulked.

"That's why you love me," he teased.

"Mmm..." Buffy agreed, running one index finger down the center of his chest seductively. "Either that or the great sex," she joked.

He mock growled at her and lunged for her throat. She let out a little delighted squeal and mock-struggled beneath him.

Unfortunately, they'd both forgot that a narrow couch was no place to engage in their more exuberant forms of recreation and they accidentally rolled of the edge, both yelping slightly as they did so.

It turned out that Buffy landed on the top, and the force of their fall caused Spike's growing erection to plunge deep within her.

"Oh god!" Buffy gasped, rising up over him and bracing her hands against his chest as she rode him slowly.

"Slayer," Spike hissed, the force of their collision at impact sending equal jolts of pain and pleasure throughout his length.

"Vampire," Buffy retorted with a sly little smirk. "If you insist of calling me by my title, I'm going to call you by yours right back," she explained off of his confused look. She gently squeezed him with her inner muscles for emphasis.

"Cor, luv!" he hissed before scowling up at her. By the time his spoke, that seductive smirk was back on his face, though. "Technically," he said smugly, "my proper title 's Master. You're free to call me that all you want, pet..."

"And who exactly is lying back and begging who, now?" she teased. "Maybe you should call me Master..."

"'m not beggin' anyone," he countered.

"Not yet," she said with a mischievous, feline smile.

He was about to bite back with a sharp retort – something thoroughly annoying and cocky and absolutely sure to send her over the edge. However, before he even had the chance to open his mouth, those amazing inner muscles worked their magic on him once again.

Squeeze.

His eyes widened at the pressure and suction to his aching, swollen cock. Unconsciously, the tongue reached out to lick his lips.

"You like that, Spike-baby?" Buffy teased, riding him a slow, even pace so that he reached deep, deep inside her with every stroke.

The fiery spirit returned to his glazed eyes, and he refused to cave in and beg her.

Buffy's wicked smile grew wider.

Squeeze.

He gasped and threw his head back.

Squeeze.

His hands clutched desperately at the concrete floor beneath him, desperate to find something to gain purchase on and finally finding her discarded jeans.

Squeeze.

He bit his lip to keep from crying out and curled his toes into the leather of his jacket.

Squeeze. Squeeze. Squeeeeeeeeze.

"Oh, Buffy! Yes, Buffy! Please! Please more!" The words escaped his mouth before he even realized it. Oh well, he shrugged it off. Harm's already done... "Don' stop, luv!" he cried out. "'m beggin' you. Please, don't stop!"

"There's a good, little Big Bad," she said with a triumphant smile. "Now, keep it up..." Squeeze. Squeeze.

He scowled at her, and his eyes flashed yellow for a second, but then that warm, wet ecstasy enveloped him once more, and he no longer cared. "Yes, Buffy," he whimpered. "That's so good...sooo good, pet. Please more? Ahhh yeah, like that. Jus' a li'l further over? Yeah, there. There! There! BUFFY!!"

He roared aloud, vamping as he came, streams of cool, milky liquid shooting inside of her, calming the raging fire that burned deep within.

Buffy gasped at the feeling of sudden cold – his thick member had long since been thoroughly heated by her touch – but then the inferno blazed anew, not even the power of Spike's orgasm enough to quench the rising flames.

She began to whimper slightly, rubbing her body against him desperately as she felt his body relax and his climax recede.

"Oh, Buffy..." he moaned softly as those long, beautiful eyelashes of his fluttered open.

She made a little mewling noise. "Spike..." she pleaded raggedly.

He instantly noticed that she had yet to be satisfied and gently rolled her over until she was beneath him. Her legs clung to his waist despairingly, but he brushed them both aside.

"Please?" she whispered, thinking that this was his revenge.

He flashed her a cocky grin. "Don' worry, luv," he said, that insufferably arrogant tone back in his voice, "my women 're never left wantin'...not that I don't 'ppreciate the thought..." And then he slunk back down her body, agile as a jungle cat until his nose rested in her dark curls.

"Pig," Buffy gasped when he lightly nuzzled her just above where she needed his touch the most.

He chuckled wryly. "An' don't you love it?"

"Yessss," she agreed as the tip of his tongue finally flicked out at brushed the trembling, needy nub of flesh before him.

He used the sharp tip of his tongue to twirl the rosy bud around a bit, eliciting tentative gasps and moans from his ladylove. He gently lapped up the tangy juices there before flattening his tongue out and rubbing it back and forth across her roughly.

Buffy arched up into his face, her back bent like a bow. One flailing hand happened to come across his silky peroxide locks, and she dug her nails into his scalp, frantically holding him down to her.

With a sly smile, he brought one of his hands up to play, his thumb flicking her clit back and forth while his mouth sought out sweeter pastures. Her slit quivered against his touch, and he breathed in the heady aroma of Slayer arousal before continuing to pleasure her.

Buffy's knees clenched around Spike's head, effectively trapping him, as he began to lightly nibble at her outer folds. Her tender nerve endings sent electric jolts of delight throughout her body, culminating in the aching mound that his thumb was tending to so reverently.

He parted her folds so slowly she thought she would explode, but then finally his tongue was within her, relishing her flavor and lavishing attention upon all the most needy spots within her.

She began to rock her hips slowly in time with his tongue's thrusts, feeling her orgasm building and building and...

She finally screamed her release out to the world when he pinched her clit sharply in time with his tongue's deepest thrust yet. Her body spasmed in ecstasy beneath him as he lapped up all the spicy, exotic Slayer taste that flooded out onto his eager tongue, the salty flavor of his own pleasure blending to form the most mouth-watering cocktail he'd ever experienced.

"Oh, Spike..." she sighed, her knees finally releasing him when that wonderful post-orgasmic lassitude spread throughout her body.

He crawled up beside her and cradled her head against his shoulder as they both closed their eyes...

And then each opened one in perfect time to each other.

"This floor is hard," Spike complained.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "This from a guy who sleeps on a stone sarcophagus every night..." she grumbled under her breath. "Anyway, I was going to complain about the cold."

"There's a nice mattress propped up against the wall there, luv," he pointed out. "Bet 's more comfy than this."

"Agreed," Buffy groaned, reluctantly separating herself from his embrace and getting up.

Despite the weariness brought on by the multiple orgasms they'd each experienced, they managed to move the mattress out into the center of the room and dropped it to the floor unceremoniously.

Buffy curled up on it instantly, mumbling slightly in contentment when Spike settled down beside her, spreading his duster over them as a blanket.

"Love you," she whispered, using the smooth planes of his chest as a pillow once more.

"Love you," he agreed sleepily before sleep overcame him...

Keep reviewing, folks, because yes there is more smut ahead in our lovely couple's future... ^_^