Summary: Buffy is a rich princess type, brought up by millionaire parents who care more for their reputations than for her. She meets Spike, an artist who's happy to work different jobs just to make a few bucks here and there. Of course, Buffy's parents don't exactly approve of their daughter's budding romance...How far will they go to stop them being together? And how far are Buffy and Spike prepared to go to do just that?
The next night, Buffy found herself at another gathering of the Sunnydale Snobs. At least, that was what Spike constantly called them. She really had to agree. Looking around, she was disgusted by their obvious narcissism. The opulent wealth was almost stifling in its enormity. She hated that she had to be here, hated that she had to leave Spike’s warm bed just to appease a bunch of cold hearted people. Most of all she hated that her parents were two of those exact people. At least the Finns were out of town for the weekend, something that Buffy was thanking her lucky stars about. It had barely been a few hours since she’d seen him last, but Buffy was already missing being around Spike terribly. She wondered if maybe it was slightly unhealthy, wanting to be with someone so badly. But surely something that felt so wonderful couldn’t be bad. He made her feel so amazing; both his words and his actions.
Suddenly, she made a decision. In the past few years she had never had anyone but Willow sleep over in her room. She wasn’t really friendly with any other girls, and there was no way her parents would ever let a boy sleep over. But Buffy was starting to care less and less about what her parents wanted. They certainly could care less about her wishes. She slipped outside and rang Spike’s phone.
“ ’ello?”
“Hey baby.”
“Buffy? Luv, I thought you were at another of those bloody parties?”
“I am, but I’ve just gone outside for a second. I was just wondering, what do you think about maybe sleeping over at my place tonight?”
“Did your parents happen to have lobotomies in the past few hours?”
“Nope. How much fun would it be to sneak in? I could come home now, pretend I was sick or something, and meet you before they get back, then we could sneak you out early tomorrow morning. Exciting huh?”
“Sounds good pet. I can be there in twenty minutes.”
“Me too. I’ll meet you down the bottom of the driveway.”
“See ya gorgeous.”
***
Locking her bedroom door, Buffy turned to Spike. “Told you I’d get you in without anyone seeing. Thank God Günter’s obviously already in bed.”
Spike was too busy looking around her room to reply. Just as Buffy had thought his room was so him, he saw his girl in every corner of this bedroom. It was decorated in soft, pastel tones, a mix of her childhood and the woman she was becoming shining through in all her possessions. The bed really caught his eye. It was the largest one he’d ever seen, covered in what looked like incredibly comfortable blankets and big squishy pillows.
“Spike? Hello, Spike?”
“Sorry, yeah?”
“I’m just gonna go brush my teeth and everything in the bathroom. Make yourself comfy, I’ll be right back.” He nodded and started pulling his boots off.
By the time Buffy walked back in dressed in a little camisole and boy leg panties Spike was already nestled in the large bed waiting for her. She switched off the light, slipping in beside him.
“I love sleeping in the same bed as you, pet. Especially one this comfy. Waking up with you in my arms is like, well, nothing I can remember.”
“I know what you mean. I wish we could do this every night.” He leaned over and kissed her, gently palming her breast. She pressed against him harder then reached down quickly to pull the camisole up and off. Spike immediately took a nipple in his mouth and sucked, nipping it softly before licking the same spot. He knew there were going to be few preliminaries tonight; they both wanted eachother too much. Buffy quickly shimmied out of her panties as well – Spike of course was already naked. She pulled him on top of her so that his hips were supported by her own, opening her thighs wider. He moved a hand down and found her completely aroused already and followed her silent instructions, plunging inside her immediately at the same time as pushing his tongue inside her mouth. He stayed with deep, slow thrusts as their bodies undulated together. Not once did their lips stop touching, even as Buffy came with a hushed whimper into his mouth. Spike came a few seconds later, foregoing his usual roar for a reverent sigh of her name. He pulled out gently, cradling her in his strong arms. They both realized at the same time that they now knew the true meaning of making love.
***
“Honey? Honey wake up. It’s 5.30 in the morning. You have to go, my dad’ll be up soon.”
“Ohhh God its so early. Don’ wanna.”
“I know you don’t want to get up but if you want to live past today I suggest you do.”
Spike’s eye cracked open and peeked at her in the dim light. “Yeah pet, you’re right. Not about me living, but I don’t want you to get in trouble with your parents.” He stretched like a big cat and rolled out of bed, collecting his clothes and shoes from the floor to put on.
***
They made their way silently down the driveway, holding hands.
“Buffy, would you be able to come over to my place for a couple of hours this afternoon? I have something I want to give you. It’s a Sunday night, so no parties, yeah?”
“I’m sure I’ll be able to come up with an excuse for a few hours. Willow’s been so good to me the past couple of weeks, being my alibi and everything. I’ve barely seen her except at school.”
“Remind me to thank her the next time I’m at the library when she is. Come ’ere and give me a goodbye kiss, kitten.” Buffy leaned up and softly swept her lips against his.
“Till tonight, baby.”
“See you then.”
She watched as he drove off in the early morning, a smile playing about her lips. There was no way she could have known at that moment that she wouldn’t be smiling again for quite a while.