Author's Note: Yippee! Another chapter! And the Buffy premiere was just the other day, too. And Joss managed not to completely fuck up Spike's character, too...or he did, but that's why he didn't...argh! You know what I mean... Keep up the nice reviewing. It'll probably be mid next week before I finally put up the next chapter 'cause I've got to move back out to college this weekend, and I'm already anticipating all sorts of stupid computer problems I'll have to deal with once I get there... Blah. Isn't it crazy that my school starts on September 30th? (And, yes, I am bragging. ;P )

Previously: Buffy and Spike have joined forces to kill the monster that's been roaming about town and thus break the spell that Jonathan's cast that makes everyone think he's the center of the universe. Unfortunately, the Scoobies have grossly misinterpreted Buffy and Spike's intentions (largely based on the false information of oh-so-jealous Riley) and are convinced that Spike has Buffy under a mind control spell. The bleached duo barely escaped from Buffy's unhinged ex when Xander got pissed off that Riley shot Buffy. Go Xander! How's that for an unlikely hero? Now Buffy and Spike are back at Buffy's dorm and are just starting to get seriously horizontal... Will they finally manage to do it this time? ~_^

“It’s all my fault,” Riley insisted. “I let them get away.”

Giles sighed wearily. “You have no idea where they could have gone?” he asked, concerned.

“I don’t see how Spike could have gotten far carrying Buffy,” Xander said, casting a bitter look in Riley’s direction.

“Carrying Buffy?” Jonathan asked confusedly.

“Yeah,” Xander said, giving Riley the evil eye, “that’s kind of the part Mr. Initiative over here left out – the whole shooting Buffy with a taser just because he was pissed off.”

“I thought we agreed not to mention that part,” Riley hissed at Xander between his teeth.

“No,” Xander retorted, “you ordered me not to say anything. I never agreed to anything. And I don’t take orders from you.”

Riley’s eyes narrowed. “It’s your fault they got away,” he countered, contradicting his own statements from earlier. “If you’d just let me take Spike out—”

“You were so out of it I had no idea what you were going to do,” Xander defended his actions. “For all I know you were going after Buffy again. Or you had that thing set to kill Spike.”

“And what if I did?” Riley demanded. “That thing deserves it.”

“He still owes Xander money from that pool game they bet on last week,” Anya commented off-handedly. “He can’t die until we get his money.”

“And when did this become a vendetta anyway?” Willow chimed in to defend Xander as well. “You were supposed to help Buffy, not shoot her!”

“I am trying to help Buffy!” Riley insisted, scowling. “We need to find her right now, and you people aren’t helping!”

“Now, now,” Jonathan broke in, a small furrow on his brow at the way things were changing before his very eyes, “we all want to help Buffy.”

“Of course, now we have no idea where to look,” Riley glowered at Xander. “They’ve probably found themselves a good hideout by now.”

“Au contraire,” Xander retorted, holding out the black leather duster that he’d retrieved from the cave. “I’m guessing this is a personal enough item to do the tracking spell,” he said triumphantly, handing the jacket over to Willow.

Willow turned to Tara, who nodded.

“This should just take a few minutes,” Willow agreed…

Buffy lay back on the bed in her dorm room and moaned as Spike’s talented tongue played games with the hoops through her ear. Hungry, eager hands peeled back the skin-tight T-shirt he always wore, exposing the most scrumptious six pack of abs she’d ever seen.

He pulled away from her just long enough to slip his shirt the rest of the way off, and then he was back on top of her, his lips capturing hers in another smoldering kiss.

She arched her body into his cool hands as he unfastened the buttons of her blouse one by one. Tender, lingering caresses trailed across all the new flesh that was exposed to his hungry eyes, and she whimpered as his touch lit her skin on fire.

“Cor, you’re beautiful, luv,” he gasped, looking down at her with dark, stormy eyes as he bushed her blouse aside to discover tanned curves hidden only slightly by a thin strip of crimson silk.

She bit her lip in anticipation when his hand reached down to toy with the front clasp of bra. He didn’t release it at once, though, pausing to slip the smooth fabric between his fingers and cup her breasts in his palms first.

After a while the agony of not feeling his bare flesh against her needy mounds became too much and managed an enraged scowl. “Do it already,” she demanded, guiding his hand back to the clasp.

An amused smirk twitched at the corners of his lips. “Do what?” he asked with false innocence.

“Don’t make me hurt you,” she threatened good-naturedly.

“Mmm…”

The vibrations of his chest when he purred went straight through her nerve endings, sending excited little tingles all throughout her body and culminating right at the junction of her thighs. Her panties began to chafe a bit against the sensitive wetness as her body prepared to welcome him inside.

“Might enjoy havin’ you hurt me, baby,” he said with a small wink, knowing exactly what effect he was having on her at the moment.

She tried to scowl at him. Really, she did. But then he was grinding his hips against hers, and her clit started throbbing in eager anticipation even through the two layers of jeans that separated them.

“You’re…ohgod!…an…yesplease!…asshole!” she finally managed to get out breathlessly.

He chuckled against her throat while his hand slipped down to unfasten her jeans. “Not very convincing,” he chided her. “Maybe if you weren’t moanin’ and screamin’ for me…”

“I hate you,” she said darkly.

“Right then,” he said, pulling back. “You won’t be wantin’ me to touch you then, I guess,” he teased.

She groaned when his body rose off of hers. “Still want you…” she finally whispered raggedly, shimmying her jeans and panties off of her legs. He helped pull them free of her ankles and then settled back down on top of her, his jeans the only obstruction remaining to their union…well, that and his cocky, obnoxious attitude.

“’Course you do,” he agreed with a delighted grin. “’m irresistible. Can’t hardly keep your hands to yourself, ‘d wager,” he teased.

“Ugh!” Buffy rolled her eyes. “Full of yourself much?”

“Not as such,” he countered, “but ‘f you want to be full of me, all you’ve got to do is ask, Bitsy.”

“Argh!” she exclaimed. “Could you be any more irritating?! And, for the last time, it’s Buffy!”

“Could be lots more irritating if you wanted me to be, Bessy. Got a feelin’ you like me this way…” He gave her a lascivious smirk.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed, twin fires of anger and desire rushing through her at the same time. “Just shut up already!”

And with that she shoved him hard onto his back and plundered his lips with her own, shutting him up in the only way she knew how. His body rumbled with a deep, resonant purr beneath her, and she crawled on top of him, enjoying the vibrating sensation between her thighs.

“Cor, luv!” he moaned when she broke off their kiss to begin biting and licking her way down his throat.

“My name,” she insisted, grinding her hips down against his. “What is it?”

He gasped at the overwhelming pressure as his cock swelled up in his jeans, enjoying the feel of the hot body on top of him moving up and down far, far too slowly…

“’S a bloody stupid name,” he gasped out, refusing to cave in to her demands with the last of his strength.

She frowned and caught the zipper of his jeans roughly, yanking it down and exposing the beautifully sculpted hips she’d ever seen outside of Greek statues. She gave him a feline smile and intentionally avoided looking at the head that was now peeking out at her

“Say it,” she insisted, her tongue tracing the cool plane of his solar plexus.

“Binky,” he retorted smugly, hiding just how close to losing it he really was.

“Say it,” she repeated, plunging her tongue into his navel.

He gasped and bucked beneath her. “B-Brandy,” he taunted her, refusing to give up the little bit of power over her that he had left.

“God!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “Do you spend hours coming up with stupid names that begin with ‘B’ or something?!”

“Hard when I can’t stick your name right at the top o’ the list, too, Bunty,” he laughed.

“Is that even a name?” she countered, pulling his jeans down his hips furiously and tossing them aside.

“’Course,” he frowned slightly. “Don’ hear it much, but—”

He was cut off by another bruising kiss.

“Aggravating, annoying, stubborn, pig-headed…” she moaned between kisses all up and down his chest.

“Could say the say about you, kitten,” he joked lightly.

“I still love you, though,” she said lightly. And then froze when she realized exactly what she’d just said.

“B-Buffy?” his voice cracked, serious now and using her real name for the first time. His eyes were wide open in shock just as she was sure hers were.

“I-I-I…” Buffy began to stutter hopelessly, pulling back and curling into a little ball at the foot of the bed.

“Oh, pet…” Spike quickly curled up behind her, showering her back and neck with kisses.

She relaxed slightly against him, but her mind was still racing a mile a minute. I love Spike, I love Spike… Oh, heaven help me, I love Spike…

“Love you, too.”

The words were so soft against her ear that for a minute she thought she’d just imagined them.

“Love you, too,” he repeated, a bit louder.

She turned to look at him in surprise and couldn’t help but smile back at the nervous little grin he gave her. One hand cautiously reached out to touch his chest, and the electricity surged between them with newfound intensity.

They both gasped in surprise before Spike pulled her roughly back into his arms.

“Love you, want you, need you,” he moaned, laying her back down on the bed and coming to rest on top of her.

“L-Love you, want you, need you,” she repeated with a shy, lazy smile.

He bent down to kiss her once more and lined himself up with the soft wetness between her thighs, and…

“Oh shit!”

They both turned in surprise when they heard this exclamation come from behind them to see a figure outlined in the open doorway…

“Oh shit!” His eyes bugged out in disbelief when he opened the door to the dorm room to see the two of them moving together in a naked mass of limbs on the bed.

“Not again!” Spike groaned.

Somehow they managed to get a blanket pulled up to cover themselves up.

Still, he just stood there, staring, dumbfounded, and trying desperately not to think about how hot this scene actually was. He was sure his face was about as red as theirs were.

“S-Sorry…” he managed to stammer. “I th-thought this was Linda’s room?”

Buffy let out a weary sigh. “She’s one floor up.”

“Oh. I’m so, sooo sorry,” he hastily insisted, slamming the door shut again and practically racing up the stairs, his face still a dark maroon…

Spike turned back to look at Buffy, and for a second they just stared at each other, struck dumb. And then, simultaneously, a giggle escaped from each of their lips. It quickly turned into all out hysterics, and it was quite some time before either of them could speak again.

“Did you see the look on his face?” Buffy giggled into her hand.

“Think I might’ve caught it amidst coverin’ up your juicy parts, luv,” he said with a wry smile, tossing the blanket back to the side.

“Not a problem,” Buffy insisted. “He was totally too busy checking out your ass.”

“Lucky ‘ve got such a nice one then,” he joked.

“Mmm…” Buffy agreed, clutching the firm globes in question in her hands and pulling him back down between her outspread legs. “Where were we again…?”

“You were about to let the Big Bad ravish you,” he reminded her, whispering the words against her ear and tickling the soft hairs there.

Buffy turned his chin to her and captured his lips once more, the fire returning to her veins as his tongue slowly stroked hers. She began to explore his back, feeling the lean muscles beneath her palms tense and flex while he kissed her.

His own free hand – the one he wasn’t using to prop himself up above her – trailed down to her breast, cupping the tender mound gently while his thumb circled ever inward, moving closer and closer to her nipple.

She gasped when he finally flicked the rosy bud lightly and let out a syllable that was supposed to be “more” but ended up just as a heady moan.

He deciphered her code, though, and lowered his head to her breast, nipping and biting and licking and…

Oh god! She couldn’t even begin to put words to what his mouth was doing to her, but she had never felt anything like it. She gasped and sighed and moaned and chided herself for not being able to come up with some reaction to show just how wonderful she really felt.

His tongue was flicking her nipple back and forth now, while his hand played with the other one, each keeping a different time and rhythm that worked in perfect counterpoint to each other. Buffy got the distinct feeling that he was the type of guy that could do the pat-your-head-and-rub-your-stomach-at-the-same-thing without the slightest difficulty.

Desperate to return some of the pleasure he was giving her, her hand strayed down between them until it found something large and cool and hard. He jerked within her hand when she first encircled him and then began thrusting slowly in and out of her clenching fist while she traced the pulsing veins there.

“Cor, Buffy!” he whimpered against her breast. “Feels so good…”

“Bet it would feel better inside me,” she countered with a coy smile.

He gave her a mock scowl and reached down into the wet folds beneath him. One finger skimmed around the entrance to her womb, lighting off sparks through the sensitive nerves there.

“Please, Spike…” she begged, arcing her hips up to give him better access.

The finger slipped within her, and her muscles clenched around it instinctively, a small orgasm passing through just at this first penetration. By the time she came back to herself, a second finger was within her, stretching out her inner walls and preparing her. A third soon joined it, opening her up wide for him.

“You want me?” His speech was desperate and ragged, the effort of keeping from plunging right into her obviously taking its toll.

Buffy gulped. “I want you,” she whispered softly.

His eyes met hers and held her gaze, neither of them even daring to blink as he guided himself to her entrance.

She felt the velvety soft skin of his head lightly rubbing past her outer folds and gasped.

Then, with one strong, sure stroke, he was within her, buried up to the hilt.

“Oh my god…” Buffy moaned, clutching him to her as their bodies began to thrust in perfect time with each other.

He lay his head down against her shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut tight as his hips thrusted in and out of her blazing inferno over and over again.

Buffy planted kisses throughout his soft, platinum hair, all the while still stunned at how big he was, how good he felt, how her walls molded around him just perfectly… It was absolute agony each time he pulled out of her.

“Buffy,” Spike finally said, raising himself up above her once more. “’ve never felt anything like this before…”

“Me either,” she agreed softly, catching one of his hands and twining their fingers together.

He took the opportunity to pull her arm up over her head, catching her other hand and well and moving it to the same position, stretching her out beneath him. The new position gave him the added leverage to increase the strength of his thrusts, and soon their hips were slamming together with superhuman intensity.

Buffy cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She gasped in astonishment when he found the most tender and secret spot within her, and he redirected his angle to strike it with every push.

Their rhythm fast and frantic, they met in a demanding kiss, lips angling, teeth biting, tongues thrusting and parrying.

Spike felt her inner heat begin to overpower him, his sac clenching in anticipation. A slight circular motion in his hips, and he ground her clit on the way in before striking her g-spot once more.

She screamed out his name as she fell over the edge, her Slayer muscles clenching and milking him of the cool ropy squirts of semen that shot into her womb.

“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered against her cheek with the last of his strength when the ecstasy became too much to bear.

“Oh, Spike… I love you, too,” she murmured before dissolving into a pool of Jell-O beneath him.

For a long time they just lay there, completely spent, pondering the strange emotional turn their relationship had taken and trying to figure out how on earth they each let themselves even get to this point.

Finally, they both decided to just worry about the moment, and Buffy flipped him onto his back, smiling as she felt him harden again still within her, and began to ride him for all she was worth…

“I’m sorry,” Willow said for the umpteenth time when the spell fizzled out before her. “There’s just too much interference. I can’t get a trace.”

“You said you’d be able to find them!” Riley insisted, pounding his fist into the kitchen counter angrily.

“N-Normally I would,” Willow agreed, a bit put off by his displays of temper, “but the spell’s a bit sensitive to emotional energy, and…it’s just temporary. We should try again in an hour when their emotions are less…intense.”

“That ‘intensity’ is why we have to find them right now,” Riley demanded.

“Th-They could just be arguing or-or fighting or something,” Tara tried to calm him down.

Riley snorted derisively. “You saw them in the cave,” he turned to Xander. “It’s not ‘fighting’ that’s short-circuiting the spell.”

“Yeah,” Xander agreed slowly, “I saw them…” And I’ve never seen either of them look that genuinely happy before, so maybe you should get out of denial that they’re under some spell and grow up already…

“Try the spell again,” Riley insisted.

“They’ve got to be tired by now,” Jonathan pointed out, trying to mediate between the enraged Initiative agent and the Scoobies.

“Try. It. Now,” he repeated through clenched teeth.

“We’ll just wait another hour first,” Willow insisted. “I doubt they’re done…er…”

“Having orgasms?” Anya suggested perkily.

Willow’s face turned a deep crimson. “Wait an hour,” she repeated.

“We’ve already tried that four times,” Riley growled, stalking out the door and slamming it shut behind him on a quest to find Buffy himself…

Heh-heh-heh... Admit it: you thought the Scoobies were going to break it up again, didn't you? ~_^ I'm evil...or maybe not so evil since Buffy and Spike finally got in a few good orgasms... Review for more, folks, 'cause the wild 'n wacky ride's not over yet...