Forever

Disclaimer: see previous chaps. Oh, and of course I don't have anything to do with old navy either.

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Rating: NC-17 for all the yummy smut

Summary: A simple spell goes awry with lusty consequences.

Author's Note: The plot thickens. So what do you think? Oh and there may be a somewhat tainted flavor to my fic right now as I'm going through a messy breakup, or, as my friend Lucy pointed out, just another day with Nathan. He's very...grr!arrgh! Anyway, back to the fic.





Spike kissed the soft spot beneath her ear that always made her shiver in that way that blew his mind. He trailed his hand down her side. Her back was tucked to his chest and she shifted under his touch, moaning softly in pleasure. 'She loves the touch,' he thought with a little smile as he lightly bit his lower lip. Running his hand across her hip he stroked his index finger up the line of her spine. She arched delicately in her sleep and he peeped over her shoulder to watch her lips softly curve into a smile. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder, his tongue lightly tasting her flesh.

"Spike?" she mumbled and leaned back against him.

"Yeah, luv, I'm here," he whispered as he continued to kiss along her shoulder, his eyes half lidded with arousal.

She winced a little as she stretched against the cotton sheets. Still in a sleep fogged daze she asked, "Why am I so sore?"

He chuckled and slid his hand down to gently massage the tightened muscle of her thigh. "Happens when you do what we've been doing for as long as we've been doing it."

"What time is it?" she asked as she nuzzled deeper into the mattress, her brows knitting lightly, eyes still shut tightly against the world.

Spike looked around consideringly. The air had a different smell to it and the crypt had dropped a degree or two in temperature. It was probably somewhere near dusk, not quite dark yet. But if he told her that she would probably get up and leave. Still rubbing her tired muscles in soothing circles he whispered into her ear, "Not time to go, Buffy. Still time to make you mine."

Buffy ignored the possessive tone of his voice. She should say it was never time for that. That she'd never be his. She should say it, but the words only echoed dully in her brain. Instead she focused on the slide of his hand across her skin and the rumble of his voice in her ear. "Aren't you tired?" she asked, her voice still soft.

She looked completely satiated and content as she lay snuggled into his pillow. A mischievous glint crept into his smile as he shifted her to lay on her back. Her body gave no protest as she still drifted in that region just above sleep. "Could never get tired of you," he said hoarsely as he looked at the beauty of her body displayed before him. His head dipped to kiss the little indentation at the base of her neck. She sighed softly and he continued to kiss a soft path down her body. He paused at the valley between her breasts and brought his hand to cup the mounded flesh there. He squeezed gently and Buffy once again ignored the possessiveness of the gesture. His tongue traced a wet pattern down her stomach, dipping into her belly button. She shivered at the delightful tingle that zinged across her skin and tightened her belly. "You are so beautiful," he breathed against her skin.

Her eyes popped open as something shifted and tightened in her chest at his words. She felt a pressure pushing behind her lips. Her tongue wanted to say something and she bit it to keep the declaration at bay. Then his head dipped between her thighs and she lost all coherent thought. His tongue rolled across the most sensitive bead of her arousal and she cried out. "Spike!"

He licked her clit in a steady rhythm as he massaged her thighs with knowing hands, feeling her body begin to tighten and shake under his touch. Her legs tensed on either side of his head and her pelvis flexed against his lips. "No," she moaned, "No! Stop, Spike, stop..."

He just pressed his tongue more deeply against her clit, knowing she was close. A fine sweat broke across her skin as she writhed, her hands fisting into the sheet. "No!" she groaned and forced her knee against his shoulder, sending him flying back off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud and looked up at her with shocked eyes. She had risen to kneel in the center of the bed, her chest heaving and a dewy wetness smearing her thighs. She scrambled down off the bed and onto him. Shoving him back, she straddled his lap and plunged herself down onto his engorged cock. She flung her head back and moaned at the ecstasy of him inside her, filling her to the brim so all there was was him pressing into her body, her brain, her soul.

She rotated her hips firmly, her body already tight and shaking, at the breaking point of climax. He flexed up into her, his eyes falling shut and his jaw working, lips parted. She was warm and wet and he wanted to stay like this in her embrace forever. He gripped her hips firmly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He shifted her into the rhythm he knew her body well enough to know she'd like.

As he moved her along him, as she felt the length of him pounding into her, she never wanted him to stop. Wanted this embrace to last forever. This quivering moment of intimacy where she allowed his love to wash over her. Her lips parted on gasping breaths as her knotted hands at his neck let her lean back and let him move her in total abandon. "Don't stop. Oh God, never stop," she breathed as he gripped her strongly and arched into her. She cried out as the moment suspended in time for one blinding moment of ecstasy before she collapsed, moist and replete, against him. He groaned through clenched jaw and she smiled against his neck as she felt his cock twitching as it still lay buried within her.

He spilled the last of his cool seed inside her and smiled in satisfaction at her words of passion. He leaned back slowly, her warmth cradled against his chest. Uncaring of the cold ground beneath him, he closed his eyes and sighed. Running his hand across her back leisurely he whispered in her ear, "Never will, Buffy."

She pouted in her sleep and shivered. "Cold," she mumbled and nestled into his chest.

He raised a scarred brow and said, "Can't help you there, luv. Unless you wanna move to the bed? Luv?....bugger." Her sleeping body was sprawled across him like a dead weight. Shifting her, he fought to get up and keep a grip on her. Finally standing up he didn't have her, albeit slight, weight balanced right and toppled over onto the bed, her beneath him. She groaned in protest and locked her arms around him swinging him off and to the side as she clutched him close with all her strength. "Ummphh!" he groaned, "Lucky I don't need to breathe," he mumbled to himself and whipped the covers over their bodies.





Willow knelt at her bookcase and traced the the gold embossed titles with her finger. Finding the book she needed she flipped open to the page detailing disenchantment spells. Skipping straight to the ingredients she mouthed the list aloud, "fleabane, canary feather, raven's blood...hmmm.. most of these are pretty common...but a few..." Tara had scooped up a few of the ingredients as Willow had read them and now made a little pile on the bed. "Could you go downstairs and get the dried Kantha flower from the kitchen?" she continued absentmindedly as she rooted deeper in the trunk.

"Do you really think you should be messing with magiks that are going to effect everyone again?" Tara asked with concern.

"Oh, I'm just researching right now. But you're right, and we shouldn't get anyone more worked up than they already are. We just need to look at options is all. Can you help me on this one, baby," Willow babbled.

Tara, feeling the guilt of her desire for Xander, nodded in agreement and glided out the door and down the stairs gracefully. As she cleared the landing Xander grabbedd her wrist and pulled her after him. "Xander, we shouldn't," she said.

"I know," he said quietly then pulled her into the hall closet.





Dawn had retreated into her room to get away from the craziness that had claimed everyone in the house. She lay across her bed and flipped through a magazine idly. She'd wanted to check out Buffy's Cosmo but Giles hadn't put it down since he'd become obsessed with that model. She heard a quick rapping knock on her door. "Come in," she called.

Giles peeped his head around the door and gave her a tight smile, "Hello Dawn."

"Hey, what's up?" she asked lightly, flipping the magazine closed.

"Yes, right, of course," Giles said, sitting stiffly on the edge of the bed. Dawn bit her lip against a smile as she saw the Cosmo tucked into his back pocket. "I was wondering where I might purchase some things," he said haltingly. "Something...uhh..hip," he continued, stressing the word hip with something akin to disbelief at his own words.

Dawn jumped up and grabbed her coat. "Let's go to the mall," she said with excitement.





Anya turned as she heard a door close nearby. She cast one last sad look around the kitchen. She'd been standing at the back door looking out into the darkening yard, hoping Buffy would come back. She moved through the room with quick clipped steps. She halted as she caught sight of the the spice rack. It was mostly filled with magical items. Stepping closer she picked up the vial of dried Kantha flower. She pocketed it and continued through the house, opening each door she came to with a swift yank. Third time was the charm as she opened the hall closet door to find Xander kissing along Tara's neck. "Xander!"

He groaned and turned to look upon the girl he loved. Gripping her head he planted a deep kiss on her slack mouth. Anya instinctively kissed him back before slapping him away and giving him a pouty glare. He looked back over at Tara and groaned his desire at the disseveled girl pressing a hand to her chest. He reached for her but was ripped back. "Oh no you don't! None for me equals none for you. Well except each other. So let's go home and do that," she said evenly, dragging him behind her as she plowed down the hall and out the front door. Tara exhaled a shaky sigh and ran a hand through her mussed hair before stepping out and heading to the kitchen.





Buffy blinked her eyes open and looked around. She had an arm wrapped around Spike whose head was nestled on her stomach. She wondered when they had made it back on the bed. She stroked a hand through his lightning blond hair and felt his purr against her belly. There was still one huge obstacle. Spike didn't play well with others. But suddenly she wanted him to. Her friends were the most important people in her life. And Spike....Spike made her feel things she wanted to feel....forever.

"Spike?" she asked softly, her hands stilling in his hair.

"Hmmm?" he asked, running a fingertip down her thigh.

"Want to come to dinner tomorrow night?"



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