Title: Revelation
Author: Pattyanne
           snapkik@yahoo.com
Disclaimer:  I only wrote the story.
Feedback: Yes, thank you kindly.
Summary:  Willow tells Buffy about
how Spike reacted to her death, then
Buffy goes to see Spike.




Part Two: Buffy and Spike



Standing outside of Spike's crypt, Buffy gathered every
bit of nerve she could summon up, and pushed the door
open.

He  was sprawled comfortably in that horrible green
chair, reading a book. When she walked into the room, he
looked up at her, clearly surprised.

"Buffy."  He sat up and closed his book. "Wasn't expecting
you tonight. Anything wrong?"

"No," she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong. The world's not
coming to an end...at the moment."

"Glad to hear it."  He looked her up and down. "You look
nice tonight. Got a heavy date?"

Buffy permitted herself a tiny smile. "Possibly."

She had dressed carefully, taking her time in choosing her
clothing, and doing her hair and make up.  Her blouse
was of cream colored lace over a matching tank top. She'd
debated with herself over whether to wear her favorite
leather pants or a skirt, then compromised by wearing
an ankle length leather skirt.  Her boots were fairly new
and unscuffed, and she wore a light denim jacket against the
chilly night.

Watching his eyes when she answered him, she was
surprised to see them dart briefly away at the mentioned
possibility of her having a date.

When he looked back at her, whatever self defense mech-
anism he had was firmly in place. "Who's the lucky boy
this time?" he asked casually. "Anyone I know?"

Buffy was having a hard time not laughing. "Yeah, I think
you do," she replied, crossing the room to stand in front
of him. She took the book out of his hands and set it
aside.

Spike watched her, narrowing his eyes. "We don't know
too many of the same people, luv," he said. "What's this
gits name, anyway?"

She shrugged. "It depends."

"It...it depends?" Spike echoed, obviously confused. "Depends
on what?" he asked. "The day of the week?"

"No," she said. "Not the day of the week. He just...well,
he's gone by a couple of different names in his life."

Spike was getting tired of the guessing game. "What's he
look like, then?"

Buffy smiled. Now, he was asking the right question.

"He's about your height," she said, taking his hands and
pulling him to his feet. "About your weight."  She laced
her fingers with his. "Your coloring," she added, moving a
little closer and tilting her head back. "Room temperature,"
she finished in a whisper.

When he felt her warm breath on his skin, he couldn't
hold back a soft growl. Although he was still a little be-
mused at her demeanor, he was quick enough on the
uptake to know what she was inferring.

"We had a date tonight?" he asked, a slow smile be-
ginning to form on his face. "Must have forgotten to write
it down on my schedule."

"Will you do something for me?" Buffy asked.

"Buffy, you know I'll do anything for you," he said, the
smile dropping away.

"Will you kiss me?" she requested, offering him her lips.

Without so much as one little "Why?", he gave her what
she wanted.

As their mouths fused together, both were instantly
jolted back in time to their first kiss.  The memory of it
fueled a new passion, and they moaned softly as their
mouths worked against each others, breaking the con-
nection frequently to change angles.

When he felt Buffy's tongue seeking entrance, Spike
released her hands and wrapped his arms around her
waist, lifting her a few inches off the floor.

Although she knew she wasn't heavy, Buffy enjoyed
kissing a man who was strong enough to do this sort of
thing. It made her feel quite feminine, and it gave her an
unaccustomed sense of being weak and helpless, even
if it was only a pretence.

"Spike" she gasped, as he covered her face with brief
kisses.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you...do you love me?"  She pulled back to look in
his eyes.

Without missing a beat, he said, "I love you. You know I
do."

He lunged forward agan, recapturing her mouth. After several
ardent kisses, she pushed him away again.

"Whhaattt?" he whined, frustrated at her behavior.

Buffy studied his face. It really was, she had to admit, a
beautiful work of art. His dark blue eyes fairly blazed with
heat as he gazed into hers.  The sculpted planes of his
features gave the impression of both devil and angel, and
his mouth...that wonderfully sensual mouth of his... was
just made to kiss and to be kissed in return.

"Aren't you wondering why I'm doing this?" she asked.

"No," he shook his head. "I don't care why. I just want you
to keep doing it."

He tried to get back to her mouth, but she held him off.

"Spike...wait!  I need to tell you something!"

Making an obvious effort, he waited.

Buffy searched for the right words. "It's just...well, I..I
think I figured something out tonight..." she began.

When she hesitated, he prompted her. "Tell me."

Deciding there was no other way to say it, she looked
directly into his eyes. "I think....I love you, too."

For a moment, there was no reaction from him. It
almost seemed like he hadn't heard her properly. But,
when her words were finally processed, he looked at her
like she'd just handed him the key to heaven.

"Say it again," he begged.

"I...I love you."  Suddenly, the words weren't hard to say
at all. "I love you. I love...."

"Buffy!" He pulled her close and kissed her, setting her
back on her feet, and tangling his fingers in her hair. "I
love you, too...God, I love you so much."

Anythng she might have said in return was lost in the
storm of passion they were no longer running from. Their
kisses became hungry and needful, and it wasn't very
long before kissing wasn't enough.

"I want to make love to you," Spike whispered in her
ear, biting at it gently. "Let me...please...please, Buffy."

She nodded. "Yes...yes. I want you to...I really do."

He took her hand and led her across the room. "Let's
go downstairs, luv," he said, smiling. "And do this pro-
perly."

Buffy followed him down the ladder, taking off her jacket
when she stepped off.  The small bedroom area was filled
with a mellow golden glow from a half dozen candles.

The bed itself was large and comfortable looking, with
clean white sheets and a satin comforter. There were several
fat pillows up against the headboard.

As she took it all in, Spike stood behind her. He pushed her
hair aside and laid a tender kiss on the nape of her neck. "God,
you smell wonderful," he murmured in her ear.

Buffy reached up and pulled the elastic band out of her hair,
shaking her head to make it tumble down around her shoulders.

Spike stroked the honey brown tresses, running them
through his fingers. "Beautiful," he said. "I love your hair."

Buffy grinned. "My "stupid" hair?" she asked.

Spike chuckled. "I have no idea why I said that," he
confessed. "Don't suppose you'd just like to forget about
it, would you?"

She turned in his arms. "Oh, I'm sure I'll bring it up again at
some point,' she informed him. "But...not tonight."

Slipping her arms up and around his neck, she pulled him
down into another kiss. Her tongue crept into his mouth and
found his, and they fought teasingly over who would be in
charge.

Deciding to compromise, Buffy explored his mouth thoroughly,
then let him do the same to hers.

When she broke away, he tried to catch her. She stepped back
out of reach and began to unbutton her blouse.

Without a word, Spike yanked his boots off, then rid himself
of his shirt.

Buffy's eyes widened with appreciation. Lean as he was, he was
well built, with an abdomen layered with hard muscle. "Nice,"
she said softly.

She dropped her blouse, then whipped the tank top over her
head. Since she hadn't bothered with a bra, her breasts were bared
to his avid gaze.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he said fiercely.

Buffy unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her feet. Step-
ping out of it, she stood before him in a pair of black lace pan-
ties and her boots.  With a teasing smile, she sat down on
the bed and scooted up the mattress.

Holding up one booted foot, she pointed it at him. Spike
grasped her ankle and unzipped her footwear, then drew
if off and dropped it on the floor. When the other boot was
off, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied out of his tight
denims.

Buffy propped herself on her elbows, enjoying this immensely.

When he was completely naked, he crawled up the bed and
hovered over her.

She couldn't help glancing down between their bodies, and
when she saw what he had for her, she inhaled sharply. What-
ever else Spike might be, man or demon, he was undoubtedly
male in every way that counted. His penis was long and thick,
fully erect and already leaking a few drops of semen.

Noticing the direction her gaze had taken, he rose to his
knees, showing off for her. "See anything you like, Slayer?"
he asked with a smirk.

Buffy nodded. "I like everything I see," she replied smartly.

When she had looked her fill, he moved forward and hooked his
index fingers in the elastic of her panties, pulling them down and
off. "Me, too," he said, hypnotized by the sight of her.

Buffy smiled and deliberately spread her legs wide. Raising
one knee, she lifted her hips slightly, giving him a good view.

Spike instantly fell forward, catching himself on his hands. He
bent his head and kissed her quickly, then moved down to the
beginning swell of her breasts.

"Tell me what you like," he said. "I want to please you." Moving
his mouth a little lower, he kissed the hard, dusky rose nipple of
her right breast.

Moaning softly, she arched her back. "Lick them," she said. "Use
your tongue."

He opened his mouth and began to lick every inch of her sen-
sitive breasts. With hard strokes of his tongue, he lapped at her
nipples with a hunger he didn't try to control.

Buffy whimpered under the tender assault. Cupping her hand be-
neath one breast, she lifted it for him. "Take it in your mouth," she
instructed. "Oh...oh, yes."  Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned
deep in her throat. "Suck hard...harder. Oh, God...baby...yes. You
do that so well...."

He broke away long enough to give her a smart alecky grin. "Well,
I'm a vampire, luv.  I can suck all night."

She slipped her hand behind his neck to guide him back down.

"Promises, promises," she said, then gasped sharply and let her
head drop back as he treated her other breast to the same caresses.

When he felt her hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him in
the southerly direction she wanted him to take, he chuckled in his
throat and began to blaze a path of moist, tender kisses down
her body. He tickled her rib cage with his tongue, making her giggle,
then circled the shallow cup of her navel.

Sliding down a little farther on the bed, Spike settled himself
between Buffy's splayed thighs. He pressed fervent kisses on the
lightly tanned skin he found, marveling at the silky soft feel of it
beneath his lips.

Her sex was moist and glistening, the neatly trimmed patch of
light brown curls beckoning him to explore. Using his tongue only,
he slid it up and down the cleft of her labia, leaving her even wetter
than she had been.

Buffy's breathing escalated as she lay prone on the mattress. She
moved her hands over her head and shoved them under the pillow,
clutching it in a frantic grip as Spike made love to her with his mouth.

"You taste so sweet, baby," he said, rubbing his cheek against her
thigh. "You're even better than candy."

She moved one hand down and into his mussed platinum curls. "Eat
a little more," she replied, urging him back where she wanted him.

This time, he opened his mouth and covered her sex with it com-
pletely, sucking her and using his tongue at the same time. Buffy
moaned and panted and twisted beneath his firm grip, her mind shut-
ting down and her senses coming even more alive then they has been.

He began to alternate sucking on her with long strokes of his tongue,
licking hard. When she was nearly mindless with pleasure, he sent
her a little higher by suddenly shoving his tongue into her and moving
it around, touching every sensitive inch of her drenched passage, striving
to force himself in as deeply as he could.

Buffy's entire body began to tingle and glow. She lay beneath him,
feeling the beginning onset of a powerful orgasm. "Spike..." she whis-
pered desperately. "Please...I'm....I want..."

"Want what, luv?" he said, pausing only briefly before he went at
her again. Sliding his hand beneath her bottom, he lifted her and sent
his tongue in deeper, sucking voraciously on her clitoris.

"Oh...oh...yes...Spike, make me come...do it...please, baby!" she
whined and whimpered, begging him for the release only he could give
her. "So good," she moaned. "You're so...so good. Ahhh...oh, baby,
yes....yes....I'm gonna come...I'm....oh, Spike...."

He knew she was about to climax, and he wanted it to be as good
as it could possibly be, so he pulled one hand from beneath her and
quickly inserted his middle finger up into her tight pussy, pumping it
in and out as he continued to lick and suck her clit.  He moved his
finger harder and faster when he felt her sex tightening around it,
treating her a little roughly, but being careful not to hurt her.

Buffy's hips shot up, and she dug her nails into his scalp as she
screamed his name over and over again. The absolute ecstasy her
body was swimming in was unlike anything she had  known be-
fore, as she was plunged into the throes of the strongest orgasm
she'd ever experienced.

As her body began to calm down, she opened her eyes and
tried to focus.

"You all right?" Spike asked, using that deep, sexy voice that
always gave her goose bumps.

She looked down at him, still lying between her legs, his head
pillowed comfortably on her inner thigh as his hand slid up and
down her calf in a gentle caress.

"I'm so far beyond all right," she said, releasing a long sighing
breath, "that I don't think it registers on a scale anymore."

He chuckled, squeezing her leg. "You enjoyed that, then?"

Buffy giggled. "How could you tell?"

Spike moved up beside her, kissing and nuzzling her throat. "I
always knew," he said, "that the only thing more exciting than
fighting with you...would be making love to you."

Buffy smoothed his touseled curls. "I love you," she said softly.
"I know that for sure now."

"What do you mean, luv?" he asked, ducking away from her
hair straightening fingers and shaking his head.

"It's just...no way could someone make me feel the way you
just did...if I didn't love them so much."

Spike smiled at her. Not the little half smile, or the smart
ass grin that he usually gave her, but a full smile. Every part
of his face just lit up with it, and Buffy felt suddenly blessed
to know that such simple words from her could make him so
happy.

"I used to dream about you saying that," he told her, laying
his head beside hers on the pillow. "But it's a hell of a lot better
when I'm awake."

Buffy turned on to her side, facing him. "Tell me about the
dream."

He chuckled. "You really want to talk? Now?"

"Not if you've got something better in mind," she said, tracing
the curve of his lower lip with her finger.

Spike grabbed that finger and kissed it, then nudged her onto
her back. "As a matter of fact....."  Lowering his head, he kissed
her, making some soft sound in his throat when he felt her wrap
her arms around him and return his kiss.

She surprised him then, by pushing him over on his back, then
sliding down his body like a sinuous little snake, rubbing herself
against him as she went.

"My, my, my," she said, when she encountered his erection. "So
anxious."  She touched the tip with her finger, and lifted away the
drop of semen that had beaded there.

"Baby..." he moaned. "Do it for me. Please."

"Do what?" she asked innocently.

He looked down at her, meeting her gaze with his. "Take it in
your mouth," he urged her. "and suck it."

Buffy licked her lips, then bent her head and did as he asked.

"OH...YEAH!" he shouted as he was thrown into the blissful
pleasure of her warm, wet mouth. "Buffy....baby...."

She closed her lips around him, then moved her head up
and down, sucking hard on his achingly sensitive cock.

Spike opened his eyes wider and stared right into hers. "Har-
der," he begged.

Obligingly, Buffy increased the suction, lifting one hand to
hold him at the base of his erection. She felt his fingers playing
with her hair, although he was careful not to pull it or try to force
her to move faster.

His hips jerked beneath her, and she leaned on him to hold him
down.

Releasing him from her mouth, she pumped her hand up
and down, rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb, spread-
ing the wetness he was releasing involuntarily. "Feel good?"

"Feels....fucking wonderful," he choked. "Like nothing I've...ever
felt....before. Oh, yes...honey....squeeze a little tighter....s'okay,
luv...you're not hurting me....that's right....that's my girl..."

She returned her mouth to his cock, but instead of taking it in,
she used her tongue and licked him up and down, then swirled
it around the head, tasting his secretions.

"Shit..." he moaned. "Ahhh...fuck....you....you're amazing, babe.
So....so damn good."

Pleased with his words, she took him back into her mouth. She'd
only gotten started when she felt him nudge her off.

"Baby...not that I don't love it, cuz I do....but I want to be inside of
you when I come."

Buffy crawled back up his body and kissed him, long and hard,
then rolled off onto her back and opened her legs for him. "I want
it, too," she said. "I want it now!"

"Anything for my girl," Spike said, moving on top of her. "Let's do
it the old fashioned way...first."  He sent one hand down between
them and grasped his cock. Rubbing the head against her clit, he
leaned down and licked her ear, biting gently on the lobe. "Feel
good, honey? Hmmm? Just...let me slide it right in, and....oh, fuck,
yes..."

Burying himself all the way inside her, he ground his pelvis against
hers. "So tight," he marveled. "And hot...bloody hell, girl. You can't be
real...it's....it's too good."

Buffy planted her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips, meeting
his downward thrust. She repeated the action again and again, keening
in her throat, and digging her nails into his back.

They quickly established a rhythm, not too fast or too slow, but just
enough to keep the pleasure at a steady level. Neither wanted to rush
to the end, but instead to draw the experience out to it's very limits.

She moved her hands up and down his back, caressing him, scratch-
ing him lightly, and holding him firmly against her. As their lower bodies
continued the easy pace they'd set, they kissed and whispered soft
words of love, then the rawer words of lust, into each others open mouths.
Their tongues slid wetly together, moving back and forth from his mouth
into hers.

When Spike shifted his position slightly, touching a place inside
of Buffy that made her bite down on his tongue, they both knew
that they couldn't continue the slow thrusts any longer.

Buffy ground her head back into the pillow when Spike's cock
rubbed her in just the right way to drive her wild. Searching for a
repeat of the action, she lunged her hips upwards and dug her nails
into his rear at the same time.

The contractions of her pussy were quickly bringing Spike to
the boiling point. It tightened and relaxed around his dick like
a small fist, and he could feel his load building up inside of him,
screaming to be released.

Straightening his arms, he held himself over her, wanting to
watch as pleasure contorted her pretty features. To help her
along, he bent his head slightly and whispered, "Arch your back,
luv...I want to suck those luscious tits again."

The coarse word aroused her even more, and she tilted her
neck back and lifted herself to meet his hungry demand. When she felt
the strong nursing motion of his mouth around her nipple, she cried
out and held his head in her hands, making him suck harder.

They both realized that this first precious time together would be
over soon, but knowing that it would happen again, as often as
they wanted it to, made them eager to reach the end.

Spike increased the pace of his thrusts, until he was literally
pounding himself into her. Buffy took every inch of him, grinding
back and tightening her internal muscles, making him nearly
scream with the intensity of the pleasure.

She panted and moaned in his ear, spurring him on further. "Spike,
oh, yes....baby...feels so good....do it!  Harder, baby!  Yeah...oh...
oh...unh...unh..."  Every ramming thrust elicited a soft grunt from her.

He was just as wild as she, just as eager. "Babybabybaby," he
groaned. "Fuck me, back...yeah, luv...that's it....sweet....so sweet...
you're so....fucking....perfect!"  It was about to happen, he couldn't
hold it back another second. "Gonna come...gonna come in you,
luv....ahh!  Take it, baby....AHH!  FUCK....YES!!"

Those final words were all they needed to fly.....


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the afterglow, they stayed close, their bodies glued together
with sweat, and semen, and love.

"Promise me something?" Buffy whispered.

"Anything, luv...absolutely anything."

"Don't ever leave me."  She looked into his eyes, demanding he
give her his word.

Spike was a little surprised at her request. "Buffy...I'll never
leave you. I couldn't...even if I wanted to. Sweetheart," he said,
kissing her gently. "You're a part of me. You always have been."

Buffy smiled tearfully. This was love.  She knew that now. This
was how it was meant to be. Love wasn't just gentleness and
tender emotions. It was wild and passionate, it was lusting and
possessing,  it was jealous and impetuous, and it would last
forever.

It was her second biggest revelation that day.



The End