Title:  Arrivederci, Roma
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com

Spoilers for AtS: 'The Girl In Question'

Disclaimer: None of the BtVS
characters belong to me.
Rating: NC-17



Summary: Here's the next story in the
'What If?' series: Remember when Spike
and Angel went to Rome, saw Buffy and
decided to let her move on with her life?

Well, what if.....



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Part Three....



Stumbling into the suite with their mouths glued
together, they tore at each other's clothing in a
destructive and uncaring way, completely forgetting
that they had nothing else to change into.

The bedroom took a bit of a beating as well. They spent
a little time sitting on an upright chair, then Spike
laid Buffy flat on a small table and proceeded to rattle
all four of its legs.

He pulled her into a sitting position and picked her
up, then carried her across the room and pushed her
against the wall in a reenactment of their first time.


When the window began to shake in its frame and
someone in the next suite pounded on the adjoining
wall, they reluctantly decided to take their fun to bed.

Still tightly submerged in the warm, wet place where he
wanted to spend all his free time, Spike staggered
backwards and collapsed on the mattress, staring up
in slack-jawed delight at the beautifully naked girl on
top of him, rocking his world to its foundations.

Buffy, her breath coming in ragged bursts, placed
her hands on the muscled chest beneath her; using it
as leverage to slide up and down,  to swivel her hips,
and to basically ride the hell out of her uncomplaining
lover.

His hands couldn't seem to decide where they wanted
to stay. They moved in a frantic sweep from her hips,
to her waist, then up to mold themselves firmly over
the tempting bounce of her breasts.

Although he was bemused by the intense look of
concentration on her pretty face, he wanted to see...he
NEEDED to see...the emotion in her eyes.

"Buffy...look at me, luv. Open your eyes."

When she did, he noted that they were hazy and
unfocused, and as green as he'd ever seen them.

But, best of all, the love she'd promised him was
just shining in them.

"Have I ever told you," he asked, raising his hips
sharply, "how beautiful you are?"

"Not...not lately."

"Hmm? Well...come here, and I will."

Urging her down, he rolled over and took her in the
position recommended by nine out of ten missionaries
worldwide.

At the same time, he placed his lips against one
shell pink ear and commenced a dialog that ranged
from lovingly tended to insanely raunchy, every word
guaranteed to get her off with all the bells and whistles
he was capable of producing for her.

"Ahh, that's my girl....so pretty....sweet...there she
goes....you like that, sweetheart?...me, too...fuck...so
warm and tight...harder?...want it harder?...I can do
it...as...hard...as...you...want...."

Buffy reached over her head and grabbed the brass
head rail, squeezing it so hard that she bent the frame
when she climaxed.  "More."

Levering himself up on his knees, he grabbed her hips
and flipped her over.

"Christ, you've got a luscious ass," he groaned, fondling
the soft curves, his fingers kneading her flesh.

Her blood was rushing through her veins so rapidly that
she felt dizzy. Closing her eyes, she pressed her cheek
against the pillow.

Spike pulled back on her hips, bringing her up on her
hands and knees. "Hang on, baby. This is gonna be a
rough ride."

"I can take it."

He took her word for it and drove into her, burying himself
to the hilt in the tender trap between her legs.

They both cried out, unable to hold anything back.

Buffy dug her fingers into the pillow,  her nails tearing
the soft cotton case. Her heart was thudding so loudly
that she was surprised it wasn't quitting on her.

Spike fell forward, catching himself on one hand. His
other arm slipped beneath her, lifting her to him a bit
higher as he pounded into her with no caution, no
restraint. Every time his pelvis smacked against her
upturned bottom, he let out a grunt of pleasure.

He wanted to slow down, to make it last, but he was
hopelessly locked into the rhythm.  It had been so
damn long since he'd been with her this way.  His brain
function had effectively shut down, and his body was
calling all the shots, leaving him with no control, no
judgment, nothing but pure carnal need.

Then again, he'd never had much control where she
was concerned. Being apart from her for so long just
made it all the more fleeting.

But she wanted it this way. She was begging for it,
and he'd never really been capable of saying "no"
to her.

This little lady owned him, body and soul. If she
said "jump", he knew damn well how fast he'd be
asking "how high"?

Love's bitch till the end....but what a way to go!

Buffy's face was flushed. Her lips were parted and
she was breathing erratically...all signs of impending
orgasm. No one knew that better than he did.

He turned her onto her back again. Placing both hands
flat on the mattress, he nudged her thighs farther apart
with his hips.

He pressed the length of his  body along hers and
began to thrust even harder and faster, trying to hold
off his own climax until he'd given her a second one
and...oh, fuck!...there she went again...scream-
ing...arching her back taut as a drawn bow...her tight
cunt clenching around his dick in another bed-shaking,
white hot, un-fucking-believable orgasm.

Spike wasn't able to keep it going any longer, not at
this level of intensity. His body was demanding a little
relief, so he let it wash over him.

Burying his face in her hair, he thrust in one more time
and stayed, grinding his hips against her as he
spent himself inside of her in a gush of semen.

He collapsed on top of her with a long, heartfelt groan.

It wasn't until things began to cool down and the world
snapped back into focus, that he became conscious of
a sharp pain at the juncture of his neck and right shoulder.

His fingers rubbed absently at the spot, coming away
with a sticky smear of blood on them.

She'd bitten him!  Hard enough to draw blood!

This was certainly a new development. During their
somewhat checkered collection of sexual encounters,
they'd both inflicted and received their fair share of
bruises, scratches and abrasions.

But never once had she allowed him more than a
token nip at her flesh, and she'd certainly never
sank her little teeth into him deeply enough to break
skin, let alone draw blood.

"I'm sorry."  Her voice was soft and girlish, and so
goddamn cute that he couldn't stand it. "I...I couldn't
help myself."

He had to chuckle. "S'all right, luv. Anytime you feel
the need to nibble, you just give in to it."

"Spike!"

"What?"

She clamped down around his shaft, which had returned
to instant stiffness when he'd realized what the slayer
had done.

"You're hard again!"

"So?"

"Well...is it because of...what I did?"

"What do YOU think? Vampire, remember?"  He
smiled and began thrusting steadily again, grinding
a little to make it good.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, her head dropping to one
side as her eyes drifted closed. "Do it again."


**************************************************


An hour later, snuggled together under the sheet,
they talked.

"So, tell me what's going on with the little ones. Angel
wouldn't tell me a damn thing, the stupid nit."

Buffy stretched. "Who first?"

"Start with Dawn."

"Ummm...okay. Well, she's in school, doing pretty
well. She got an award for creative writing."

Spike grinned like a proud father. "Good for her."

"Yeah." Buffy giggled. "Guess what she wrote about?"

"Adventures on the Hellmouth?"

"Yep. They called me in for a conference because they
thought something was wrong with her. I managed to
convince them that she just has a really vivid imagination."

"If they only knew."  He shook his head. "So, any boys on
the horizon?"

Buffy nodded. "Three or four, actually. They seem to be
fascinated by her American-ness. Is that a word?"

"I doubt it."

"Well, you know what I mean. Let's see...there's Paolo,
Sergio,  Enzo, and...believe it or not...Angelo."

"Oh, I don't like THAT one already," he muttered.

Buffy turned on her side, propping her head on her hand.
"He's nice. But she's playing the field these days."

Spike reached for a lock of her hair, absently wrapping it
around his index finger. "Nice is relative," he said. "Is he
good enough for her?"

"Over protective much?"

"Damn right," he nodded. "I invested a lot of time and
energy on that girl. You think I'm gonna just hand her
over to the first Romeo-wanna-be that comes along?"

Buffy didn't reply to that comment.  She just smiled
and said, "She's missed you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It was hard for her at first. She felt like you two
parted on bad terms, and it bothered her that you
never got a chance to make things right between you."

He sighed deeply. "Bothered me, too."

"She was so proud of you."  Cupping his cheek in her
hand, she brushed her thumb over his lips. "Almost as
proud as I was."

Words he'd never expected to hear, right along with 'I
love you, Spike'.

Before the moment got too sticky, he changed the
subject.  "How's Red doing?"

Buffy shrugged. "She's all right. She broke up with
Kennedy, though. I think it was just a rebound thing
anyway," she said, looking at him intently. "Those sorts
of things aren't made to last. You think you're happy,
you TRY to be, but you never quite manage it. You
never stop thinking about the one who isn't there
anymore."

Well, THAT explained a lot.  Like her involvement
with the no-longer-Immortal for instance.

"I want you to know," she added, "that I never slept with
him. There hasn't been anyone since you."

Spike cleared his throat, pushing away the memory
of his 'almost tryst' with Harmony. There was no point
in telling her about THAT.  Honesty might be the best
policy when a relationship was being rebuilt, but
he wasn't insane.

"Anyway," Buffy continued. "she's in England with
Giles and the potentials. They're putting a new council
together and they've set up a 'Slayer Training Camp'
thing. Faith and Robin are there, too."

"Why aren't YOU there?" he asked, tugging gently
on the lock of hair around his finger.

"Oh, I drop in from time to time," she replied. "I was
actually planning on going when Dawn gets out of
school. I don't want to pull her out in the middle of
the semester."

The sheets rustled as she shifted closer.

"And Xander?"

It was now Buffy's turn to sigh. "I haven't heard from
him lately. He travels a lot, doesn't stay in one place
very long. I think he's sort of hiding."

Spike chuckled. "Hiding from who?  Don't tell me
Anya's back on the vengeance trail. What did he do
THIS time?  Leave her at the altar...again?"

"No, it's more like he's hiding from himself," she
explained. "Anya's....she didn't make it out."

All the amusement left his face. "Aw, damn it!  What
happened?"

"She died saving Andrew. He said she was amazing."

Spike was silent for a moment, then pulled Buffy
closer. "Well, I'm sorry to hear it. Think Xander will
ever come back?"

She nodded, snuggling down into his arms. "I think so.
When he's ready. It takes a while to...to adjust to losing
the person you love. I don't think you ever really get
over it...I know I wouldn't have."  Lifting her face, she
burrowed against the side of his neck. "I'm so glad you're
back," she whispered.

"So am I, luv. So am I."


**************************************************


"I've never even seen a bathtub this big before."

"Nice, isn't it?"

Lying propped up against Spike's chest, Buffy picked
up a sponge and an expensive bottle of bath gel. After
soaking the sponge with the fragrant soap, she turned
and began running it up and down his arms and across
his chest.

"Well, this is fun."

She smiled, squeezing the sponge and watching the
lather drip all over him. "Yeah, I'm enjoying it, too."

At her direction, he leaned forward and allowed her to
move behind him. Buffy ran the sponge all over his
back and shoulders, loving him for not complaining
when the soap made contact with the scratches she'd
left on his skin.

Of course he wasn't about to let her have all the fun.

Taking the sponge away from her, he squirted another
glob of bath gel into it and washed her from head to
toe. At one point, he dropped the sponge and spread
the soap over her with his hands, drawing little pictures
on her skin and sliding his soapy palms over her shoulders
and breasts.

His touch was heavenly, both arousing and relaxing her
at the same time. Every bit of leftover tension in her body
disappeared, leaving her weak and pliable in his grasp.

They dried each other, laughing and teasing, then he
picked her up and carried her back to bed.


**************************************************


Spike reached down between her thighs, wetting his
fingers until they were slick and sticky. "Jesus Christ,"
he muttered against her throat. "You're so fucking hot
and wet. You're ready for me so soon."

She was more than ready....

Empty and aching until he guided his thick shaft to
her entrance and slid it in all at once, not stopping
until their lower bodies were pressed tightly together.

Buffy looked up as he loomed over her in the darkened
room. He used her roughly, but with tantalizing skill,
and she wanted it to go on and on, would have loved
nothing more than to lock the door against the outside
world and stay in that bed for the rest of her life.

She'd come a long way from the days when she hadn't
been able to get away fast enough.

His slow, seductive kisses were driving her out of her
mind. God...nobody kissed like him. He knew just
exactly how much pressure to apply, when to slip his
tongue into her mouth and play, when to kiss deeply
and when to barely make contact.

Spike suddenly reared back and looked down between
them at the place where their bodies joined. He watched
as his dick emerged from the slick, hot recess of her
body,  then slid back in. In and out, over and over, hot
and wet and tight...the tightest place he'd ever buried
his cock.

Her scent was intoxicating, a dreamy cloud of flowery
sunshine. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes closed tight,
hair a honey colored tangle against the dark blue pillow
case.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen....and she
was his. His, goddamnit! And no one...no one!...was
ever going to take her from him again.

Soul or no soul, he'd kill anyone who tried.

God, her sex was so warm and wet, and so damn soft,
that he could fuck her as hard and deep as he wanted to
without worrying that he might be hurting her.

His hips pumped faster, his head dropping back.

Oh, and there was that sound, that sweet little kitten
sound she made whenever she was being particularly
well pleased, when he was hitting all the right places,
sliding in at just the right angle.

"Spike..."

Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at her.

"I...I want you...want to feel you...want to hold you."

Willingly, he dropped down into her outstretched
arms, letting her take the full weight of his body.

"Yes," she whispered in his ear. "That's perfect. Promise
me...."

"Anything," he ground out.

"Love me forever. Don't ever stop loving me."

"No, baby...could never stop...you're my girl."

She had denied that claim more than once in the past. But
not now. Not ever again.

"Yes. Yours...always be...your girl."

He rewarded her by lifting up just a bit and taking her
breast into his mouth. His tongue rolled over and around
her taut nipple as he applied suction. When he pulled
back and released her, he used his tongue to lick hard,
then soft, then hard again.

Buffy closed her eyes, her hands moving to hold his
head against her and keep him at her breast. She loved
this, and Spike did it so awfully well.

The pleasure burned through her like fire, like flames
licking at her exposed skin. She felt every pull at her
breast reverberate between her legs.

His mouth was ravenous, and when he took her other
nipple between his fingers and pinched gently...oh, it
made her entire body jerk and throb.

Spike's thrusts came fast and hard, driving her to mad-
ness with both his energy and his technique, one of the
few men who never had to sacrifice one for the other.

"Buffy...baby...so fucking good...do it for me, baby..."

Placing her feet flat on the bed, she lifted her hips up,
ramming them into his. "Harder, baby," she moaned
in his ear. "Fuck me harder."

He reached down with one hand and slipped it beneath
the bend of her knee, pulling her leg up as he sank in
a little bit deeper.

That tiny increase in stimulation was all either of them
could take. Panting and grunting, each one crying out
to the other, their passion finally exploded in an orgasm
so intense that they both saw stars.


**************************************************


Hours later, a ringing telephone invaded their
exhausted sleep. Spike grabbed it after the first ring.

"What?...Oh, it's you....Yeah, that's right....Because
I wanted to....Fuck, no!....Well, too bad, I thought of
it first...Keep your fucking voice down, she's asleep."

Buffy rolled over, prying open her sleepy eyes and
focusing on her lover's back.  She could hear the
ranting and raving on the other end of the line, and
knew at once who Spike was talking to.

"Yeah, well, sorry it didn't work out that way...No, not
really. It just seemed like the right thing to say...Hey,
it's not MY fault that your balls are too soft to go after
what you want... Yeah?...Same to you!...Look, she's
made her choice and it's NOT you...."

By this point, Buffy had heard enough. She sat up,
leaning against Spike's back. "Come back to bed,
handsome," she purred, speaking loudly enough for
Angel to hear. "I need you."

Spike chuckled. "Got to run. My girl needs tending
to and she won't have anyone but me do it."

Without a word of goodbye, he hung up the phone and
rolled over into Buffy's waiting arms. "He'll be on his
way back the second they refuel that jet, you wait
and see."

Buffy looked perplexed. "On his way back? You mean,
he was here? He came with you?"

"Uh...did I forget to mention that?"

"Uh...yeah! You forgot to mention that."

"Sorry," he said, not looking sorry at all. "I guess
in all the excitement it...slipped my mind?"

"Why is he coming back?"

"Because he doesn't want me anywhere near you."

This made no sense to her. "Than why did he leave with-
out you?"

"You know...that's actually a funny story. Why don't
we go back to your place and I'll tell you why. Trust me,
you'll get a big laugh out of it."

He was right.  She did.


The End

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