Title: Tell Me You Love Me Author:Pattyanne snapkik@yahoo.com Disclaimer: Not mine Summary: You know what it is... Epilogue: Spike smiled as she skipped back to him, wiping the dust off her hands. "Talk about the perfect way to get back to business," she said. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, sliding his arm around her waist and hauling her close. "I did, I really did," she replied, returning his embrace. "Sometimes it's good to be the slayer." "Mmm," Bending his head, he kissed her hard. "I'm glad you got your closure," he said when he pulled away. "But that was a hell of a sacrifice for me." "Meaning?" "You have no idea how badly I wanted to be the one to stomp him into the fucking ground." Spike had spent the last few weeks doing exactly three things; Changing his place of residence, spoiling Buffy 24/7, and making plans to track down and slaughter the son of a bitch that had almost killed her. He'd put out a few feelers, searching for information about any vampires who might be strutting around bragging about the deed, but hadn't heard anything definite, and he'd figured that the guilty one must have decided to get out of town while the getting was good. But, as badly as he'd wanted to be the one to kill that bastard in painful ways, he was glad that Buffy had been the one to do it. Tonight, she had taken back her power and it was making her look more beautiful than ever. She was absolutely glowing. Her green eyes were dancing, her skin was flushed and a little damp, and her hair was touseled in a way that suggested.... Oh, yes. Buffy had moved away, and was turning for home, still talking about something that wasn't registering with him. He took a firmer hold on her hand and yanked her to a stop. "What?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "Is something wrong?" Spike had been holding himself back since she'd come home from the hospital. As rapidly as she healed, he had come too close to losing her and he hadn't wanted to do anything that might have set back her recovery. But he had just witnessed a fantastic display of the slayer's recuperative powers. If SHE was up for a fight, then HE was definitely up for her. "I thought you wanted to go home." Spike placed his hands on her shoulders, spun her around and pushed her up against the same crypt wall they'd found Buffy's attacker leaning against. She was smiling at him now. "It's gonna rain," she reminded him. "So?" he replied, pinning her to the wall with his body. "What's a little water? You're not made of cake." Buffy was obviously feeling playful. "We have that nice big bed waiting for us." "Oh, we'll get there," he promised. "Later. Right now, I have something else for you that's nice and big." He took her hand and placed it on the hard bulge in the front of his jeans. Her fingers squeezed gently. "Oh, that IS big!" she commented. "I suppose you want me to do something about it." He covered her hand with his, making her squeeze a little harder. "If..you don't mind," he managed to say. She pretended to think it over. "Well...it has been a long time since we've made love outside, hasn't it?" "Mm-hmm." He swallowed hard when he felt her unzip his jeans. Moving his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts, hissing through his clenched teeth when he felt her soft fingers on his bare flesh. "And...you deserve something nice for letting me have the kill." With those words, she grabbed the sides of his jeans and shoved them down, then sank to her knees and took his shaft into her mouth. As always, the heat and wetness nearly undid him. He had to brace his hands on the wall behind her to keep from collapsing in a panting heap. "Christ," he muttered harshly, closing his eyes tightly. "Yes...that's so good. Right there...use your tongue right under the ridge...oh...harder, babe..." She released him from her mouth just long enough to utter two short words. "Watch me." He did as she asked, opening his eyes and looking down to meet hers as he saw his cock slide in and out of her mouth. It was a powerfully erotic sight, and he had to concentrate on not coming right then and there. Not that she would have objected, but he just wasn't ready to stop this delicious tor- ment, not yet. Her head stopped moving up and down on him. He knew what she meant by that, what she wanted him to do. She remained still and he began to move his hips in shallow thrusts. Her hands pushed his pants down all the way around his ankles, and she took hold of his ass, signaling that he could pump a little faster. He kept one hand on the wall, and placed the other one on the back of her head, fondling her silky hair. "That's good," he murmured, "You have the sweetest mouth, baby...the warmest...wet- test..ahh...use your little tongue, kitten...you know...what I like." Obediently, she stopped sucking and began licking. "That's it," he encouraged. "That's my good girl...such a good girl...so pretty and soft." He moved his legs apart a fraction of an inch more. "Play with me," Buffy brought one hand around and cupped his scrotum, fondling it, feeling his balls move in her hand. When one finger moved even further down beneath his sac, he grunted and his head jerked back. "Stop..." he ground out. Rising to her feet, Buffy quickly unzipped her own slacks and pushed them down and off. Spike shoved her sweater up beneath her arms, almost tearing her bra open. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and jerked his head down to her breasts. "Now YOU suck hard!" she demanded. Perfectly willing to give her anything she wanted, he went at her like a hungry animal. Fast and hard, he went from one taut nipple to the other, licking each one before taking it into his mouth and nursing on it. Buffy reached down and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, sliding them up and down to give him the friction he craved on his swollen flesh. Without taking his mouth from her nipple, he placed his hands on the cheeks of her ass and lifted her, then turned and pinned her to the wall. She guided the head of his cock to her wet opening and twined her legs around his waist as he pushed it into her. "Look at me," she said again. Releasing her breast with a wet, sucking sound, he met her hot gaze with his. "I love you," she whispered. "Oh, honey, I love you so much." Hearing these words always thrilled him to the core. She could say it a hundred times a day and he would never tire of hearing it. But there was something special about hearing it during lovemaking that drove his pleasure sky high. "I love you, too," he said, thrusting harder, then moving his hips from side to side. "You're my girl...MY girl....mine..." "Yes," she panted. "Yours...all yours." "My baby...uhh...yeah...fuck me. You fuck me so good...so good...you're so tight...so hot and...wet...and..." "Spike," she said urgently, closing her eyes as she concentrated. "I'm coming. It's...I'm doing it now...come with me...do it...yes...oh...oh...harder...HARDER!" He increased his wild pace even more, babbling nonsense in her ear as he pounded into her without stopping. When she came, her internal muscles clamped down tight around his cock, drenching it with her slick fluid. The warm pulsing wetness was all he needed to push him over the edge. He fell over it...dove into it...abandoned himself in it. With one last thrust, he shot every drop of his semen into her, filling her to overflowing as he cried out one word. "BUFFY!!!" She responded by tightening her arms around his neck, and pressing his face against hers as she stroked his hair. "I'm here, I'm right here," she crooned softly in his ear. "Right here with you, baby." Spike squeezed his eyes shut, as his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to control it, burrowing his face deeper against her neck. "I almost lost you," he whispered. Buffy's heart nearly broke. He sounded like nothing more than a frightened little boy right now, and she increased the pressure of her embrace. "But you didn't" she said fiercely, trying to comfort him. "Spike...YOU found me...and brought me back." Her words got through to him, and he finally lifted his head to look into her eyes. So much love shone in them, and he knew that it was all there for him. Everything was going to be all right now. "I'll always find you," he vowed. "No matter what happens, I WILL find you...and bring you home." The End (that wasn't too mushy at the end was it? I get a little carried away sometimes with the lovin....probably cuz we didn't get any of it on the show)