Summary: Two years after the battle at the end of "Not Fade Away", Buffy's still in Rome. An unexpected visitor shows up bringing even more unexpected news.
Author's Notes: Inspired by and writtern for calturner.
Rating: NC-17
Buffy held Spike tightly and breathed in the smell of his duster. She could tell it wasn't the one he'd had in Sunnydale because this one didn't smell as strongly of dirt and blood and demon goo --but the scent was still familiar and weirdly kind of homey. Eventually she loosened her grip on him and pulled away a little.
"Took your damn time. You don't write. You don't call..." she said, raising an eyebrow.
Spike cringed a little. "Yeah. 'Bout that. Needed to sort things and I knew if I talked with you, it'd only muck up my brain."
"Oh, thanks."
"You know how I mean that, Buffy."
Buffy stood and stuck a hand out. He grasped it and let her pull him to his feet. She squeezed his hand and then dropped it to unlock her front door. "I guess I do. But why don't you explain it for me?" She gestured for him to go inside. He started past her, but stopped to cup her face in his hands and kiss her. It was a good kiss. One that Buffy felt all the way to her knees.
"It's so good to see you, love," he said when their lips parted.
Buffy forced herself to push him through the doorway. "Talk first, kiss later," she said, following him in and closing the door behind them. "What's with the retro look?"
Spike gave her that smile, the one that melted her bones. The one with the head tilt and the cocked eyebrow. And suddenly Buffy felt that talk was way overrated. She literally jumped on him.
"We will talk," she said between kisses. She pulled at his duster and he shrugged it off. "Because there's lots to talk about."
"We can talk this way first," he said, kneeling in front of her to strip her boots and jeans off.
"Actually, really want your mouth to be doing things other than talking right now," Buffy said. She tugged at his arm to get him to stand again and pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Spike curled his tongue over his teeth. He unbuttoned Buffy's blouse and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her in just a camisole and panties. He quickly peeled those off of her and asked, "Where do you want my mouth, love?"
She undid his jeans and slid them down over his hips. He leaned down to pull his own boots off and then kicked his jeans aside. When he straightened, Buffy licked his collarbone. "Me first," she said.
Spike's eyes closed and his head fell back as Buffy kissed and licked her way down his body. His hands rested gently on her head as she took him into her mouth. She loved the taste of him because it was him--musky, slightly salty, addicting. Spike groaned and pushed his fingers deeper into her hair as her tongue circled him and she sucked strongly.
"God, Buffy," he said. "Wish I could stay here with you forever."
Buffy released him with a pop and looked up at him. "Well, we can't stay exactly like this forever, but with bathroom and food breaks for me and blood breaks for you..."
Spike knelt down to face her. He trailed his fingertips across her cheek and lips. "Can't stay in Rome , love," he said. "Have to go back to L.A. "
"What?" Buffy stood and stared down at him, hands on her naked hips. "You just came back. Why the hell would you have to leave again?"
Spike stood too and tried to take her into his arms. She pushed him away. "Buffy, there's work needs to be done in L.A. still. I've been working with Angel--"
"Angel who left you for dead in an alley?"
"Angel who says he made sure I wasn't dust before going off to slay this enormous dragon. Said he came back to find me after, and I wasn't there any longer."
"Convenient. So now instead of leaving me for Anne, you're leaving me for Angel? Why the hell did you come back anyway?"
"Please, love, just listen."
Buffy stormed down the hall and into her bedroom, Spike following. She pulled her green robe off the back of her door and wrapped it around herself. "Fine. Talk," she said.
"Angel and me, we're rebuilding Angel Investigations. Well, Angel and Spike Investigations or something. That's what I've been doing this month."
"And what about Anne? The script I was following said you were going back to work things through with her," Buffy said.
"Things are never that easy, Buffy."
"What does that mean? You haven't finished things with her? And if that's so, you can get your tight ass out of here. As in now." She pointed at her bedroom door.
Spike shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, releasing some of the slicked back curls. "No. It's done. Thought I wanted to make a go of it. She was safe, you know? Good to me. But not good for me--and I'm not good for her. Not when all's I can think about is you."
"What did you tell her?" Buffy asked, sitting down on her bed.
He sat down across from her. "Buffy, you don't want to hear about all that."
"Yes I do. I want to know why you're really here and why you say you're not staying. And wrap this around your waist." She threw a blanket at him. "You're distracting me."
He caught the blanket and glared at her. "Know what? This is bollocks. I'm here now. Isn't that enough?"
"Spike--"
He gave her a hard look. "Fine. Want to know what I said to Anne? Had to tell her to her face, the way I still feel about you. Owed her that. Didn't take it well and it hurt her. She cried, Buffy. She cried over losing me. Very nearly stayed because of that--because I swore to myself I'd never make her cry. But had I stayed, I never could've made her happy. Not honestly. 'Cause it's you I want. Warts and all."
"I'm trying to get those warts removed, you know," Buffy said softly.
"Keep ' em ," he said. "Or at least some of them. Gives you character." He pointed at her nose. "Might want to get that one taken care of, though."
"You really can be an ass, you know that?" she asked, her tone light.
"Yeah, but I'm your ass. Wait. That didn't come out right..."
"So things are done with Anne. But you're starting something with Angel."
"A business . Starting a business with Angel," Spike said emphatically.
Buffy looked at him strangely. "Well, duh. What else would you be starting with him? And don't tell me there's some weird vampire thingy that only you and he can understand..."
"Buffy, no. That's not what I'm telling you."
"Then, Spike, what are you telling me?"
He stood and wrapped the blanket around his waist before facing her. " This seem familiar?" he asked. She looked at him, waiting. "Remember that night, love? When I told you I'd seen the best and the worst of you?"
"Of course I remember that night," she said. "That night changed everything for me."
Spike looked surprised. "It did? Then why'd you ask me if it had to mean something?"
Buffy lowered her eyes for a second and then lifted her head to look straight at him. "Ever think maybe you weren't the only one who was scared then?" she asked quietly.
He sat next to her and ran a finger along her jaw. "Know a little something about scared," he said. "Here I am, bloody terrified again. I'm choosing to believe you, Buffy. To believe that you mean it when you say you love me. That you won't change your mind tomorrow or next year or in twenty years. I love all of you, Buffy. Do you-- can you--love all of me?"
"Spike," she said, reaching for him.
He took her hands and held them in his. "No, pet. Need the words this time."
She looked at him and felt tears prickle her eyes. "I don't say those words easily. In fact, it's damn hard for me to say them. It seems as though every time I do, whoever I tell leaves my life. But you? You're the one who came back and stayed." She shook her head. "I feel like I've been rehearsing this for so long and it's still gonna come out all wrong."
"Think you're doing pretty well so far," Spike said.
Buffy took a deep breath. "Okay. Here's the thing. The only man I've ever loved who I've consistently been able to count on, who has risked so much for me, who tried so hard--even before the soul-- is you. You've actually taught me a lot about love, Spike. Which still makes me laugh considering who you are and who I am. " They exchanged wry smiles. "But you have," she continued. "I've learned that love is more than hormones and dreams and pain. It's about watching each other's back, about knowing the other will be there for you when you really need it. And yeah, there is the hormone element, but what I feel for you goes way deeper than just that."
"Buffy, I--"
"You deserve to be loved, Spike. Even if it is by me."
He brought her hands up to his lips and kissed them. "No one I'd rather be loved by," he said.
"Well that works out nicely for both of us, then, doesn't it?" she asked. "I think we just had a 'Very Special Moment.'"
Spike squeezed her hands and let them go. "So, in light of this 'moment', does this mean you'll go back to L.A. with me?" he asked.
"It means," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, "that we should probably talk more about that later because I need you inside me pretty much right now."
"Right." Spike unwrapped the blanket from his waist and slid his hands under her robe. He lifted her up and she positioned him at her entrance. "You sure you don't need me to...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm definitely good to go," Buffy said. She lowered herself inch by inch, pulling him deep inside of her. " Ohh ," she breathed. "I remember this."
"I should bloody well hope so," Spike said, sounding breathless himself. He held her hips and encouraged her movements. When he was all the way in, Buffy leaned down and touched her forehead to his.
"This is right," she said. "We can make this work."
"Already know that, love," he said giving her a sly grin.
Buffy let her head fall back. "You know what I mean, you dope."
"Ah, name calling. Now that's familiar foreplay." He latched on to one of her nipples as she squeezed him within her, making him gasp against her breast. "Fighting dirty. Remember that too."
Buffy moved on him, increasing her speed. "I never fight dirty. I'm always of the true and right."
"Oh, right there . That's so good, love. Feels so good inside you, being surrounded by you." He took a hand from her hip and brushed his thumb across her clitoris. Buffy's body spasmed at the touch. "Buffy, you're in me too. Part of me. Part I never want to let go of--never could let go of."
"God, Spike," Buffy said, feeling her orgasm build. "Touch me again."
He did and she froze on him, feeling the waves of sensation wash over her. She cried out and clutched his shoulders. When her climax ebbed, she opened her eyes to see him watching her, awe on his face. "So bloody beautiful when you come for me," he whispered.
" Wanna see you come too," she whispered back. She ground down on him and tightened her muscles as she drew herself back up his length.
"Oh yeah," he said. "Gonna come hard, you keep doing that. Faster, love."
She did as he asked and his hips rose to meet her downward thrusts. They moved together again and again. Buffy could feel him deep inside of her and knew he was close. She leaned down and bit his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to send him over the edge. He bucked up and shot into her, calling out her name as he held her hips hard enough to bruise. As he came back down, Buffy held his face and kissed him.
Eventually, Spike rolled over with her, their lips still touching and teasing. Buffy was the first to speak. "Let's do that again," she said.
"Give us a second, love. Jet lag and all."
Buffy laughed, surprising herself with the happiness in the sound. It seemed to surprise Spike too. "Love that sound," he said. "Gonna make you do that more often."
She held him close, breathing him in. "I'm so glad you're here," she said against his skin. "I was worried when you didn't call. Not just that you'd decided to stay with Anne, but then when I found out tonight that he was the one who had you beaten--"
"He who?" he asked.
Buffy propped her head up on her hand and traced patterns on Spike's chest with her fingers. "Marco. Evidently, he was the one who called out the hit on you."
"The bloody Immortal? Why am I not entirely surprised? Wanker always had others do his dirty work for him. He go after me because of you? My being with you after you dumped his Teflon ass?"
"I'm not sure," Buffy admitted. "That's what I thought too, but then I wondered if I was being too egotistical. But it's possible."
"Bastard. 'Bout time he got some of his own. What are we gonna do?"
"Oh, I want to hurt him and hurt him bad. But it's more important to me that he not try that crap on you again."
"Can take care of myself, you know," Spike said.
Buffy smiled at the male bravado in his tone. "I know. Doesn't mean I ever want to be the reason you're hurt again."
"You and me, we can have a talk with 'Marco' in the morning," Spike said with a decisive nod.
"If that's what you want," Buffy answered.
"Right now, I want you again," he said, rolling her beneath him.
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