Spike slumped back in his chair, his eyes glazing over as Harmony prattled on about breadboxes and how badly the Slayer wanted to kill her. Much more of her incessant nattering and he was certain he’d save the Slayer the trouble and dust the annoying bint himself.

The sudden quiet shocked him out of his stupor and he raised his eyes to find Harm looking at his crotch and licking her lips. He waited for his usual response and felt a vague sense of panic when nothing stirred. Not even a twitch.

Bloody hell.

This could get embarrassing, he thought as Harm began to slink towards him with a lustful pout on her vapid face.

“Is my widdle blondie-bear weady for me to pay my itty bitty debt?” she cooed as she reached eagerly for his belt buckle.

“Look, Harm…”

A loud banging on the door sent her leaping back in shock. “She’s found me!” Harmony shrieked.

Spike rolled his eyes and got up to help the silly cow hide inside a coffin. He had just slid the lid on it and sat on top when the Slayer burst through the door and headed straight for him. He knew he would never be able to pull off an innocent act so he settled for being contrary instead.

“’Lo, pet. Fancy seein’ you here,” he quipped.

Buffy halted in front of him, determined to keep her eyes on his face and no lower. Lower led to bad!Buffy thoughts.

“I’ve got a proposition for you.” Even as she blurted the words out, her pretty eyes grew round at the inadvertent implication of the phrase.

She didn’t really expect him to let that comment slide, did she? He dropped his eyelashes to half-mast and gave her his patented smirk, curling his long tongue behind his front teeth for good measure.

“Always knew you wanted to get me naked, Slayer,” he drawled as he shifted on his perch, both to give him a little room to grow and to draw her attention to said growth spurt.

One mention of naked!Spike, coupled with a sneaky peek at his obvious assets and all of her good intentions flew out the proverbial window. Her eyes widened to enormous proportions and a gush of moisture soaked her panties as she gaped at him. Visions of him crawling all over her body while giving her a tongue-bath a cat would envy sent her heart rate through the roof.

“Riley!” she burst out, dragging her out of the gutter it was joyfully rolling around in. Amazing how the mention of her boyfriends name could kill any lusty vampire thoughts. Completely flustered, she stuffed her hand in her pocket and whipped out a wad of money.

“Riley is sick with some Initiative thing and he’s missing. I think he might be in the caves. You find him, bring him to the fourth floor of the hospital, their doctors get to him in time…you get the cash.”

God, she got him revving when she came over all authoritative like that. Spike’s nostrils flared and his eyes flashed with amber streaks. Not even the sight of all those pretty pieces of paper she was waving around could distract him once the heavy scent of her arousal hit his nose. Feeling his cock swell and harden in the tight prison of his jeans, Spike jumped to his feet and backed the slayers unresisting body into the wall. She offered no protest as he pried her legs apart with one knee and slid into the cradle of her thighs; his narrowed eyes resting on the fluttering pulse at her throat as he licked his suddenly dry lips hungrily.

Buffy’s heart leapt to her throat as he leaned into her neck, inhaling deeply as he drew in the intoxicating mixture of Slayer blood and musk. He reached out with his tongue to trace the delicate line of her jugular and growled softly as she shuddered and arched against him, grinding her mons into the bulge of his erection.

Drawing a bit of her soft, fragrant skin between his blunt teeth, he suckled hard to bring the blood to the surface. Buffy moaned, feeling a red-hot arc of sensation between his mouth at her neck and her throbbing clit. Who knew that dry-humping with Spike could get her so completely and utterly hot?

She was within screaming distance of a massive climax when the lid of the coffin behind them fell off with a bang.

“Blondie bear?”

Spike froze. Fucking hell…

He’d forgotten about Harmony.

Buffy shoved him away with a horrified gasp. How could she? She’d completely forgotten her reason for coming here while she necked with her immortal enemy! And to top it off, he had his current ho-bag hidden in a damned coffin!

“You pig!” she shrieked, hauling back and letting him have it across the face with her open hand.

“Were you two just…making out?”

They both turned to glare at Harmony and yelled in unison. “NO!”

She flinched but folded her arms in front of her. “Sure looked like it from here,” she groused, making an ‘ick’ face.

Enraged, Buffy marched over to her and laid her out cold with one punch. She whirled back to face Spike. “If she spreads this around, you both fit in a Dustbuster!” she threatened.

“What’s got you in more of a snit, luv? The fact that we really WERE making out, or that I made you forget all about Captain Cornpone while we were doing it?” Spike bit out.

He was right, damn him, but no way was she going to tell him that. She set her lips in a mutinous line and rolled her eyes at the ceiling. “Get over yourself, will you? It was just…”

“Incredibly hot and you were just about to come all over yourself?”

Oh, my God, how did he know that?

“Are you going to help me find him or not?” she demanded, refusing to meet his eyes.

Spike snorted. “Oh sure, if it’s really that important to you. But I think I’ll get half now.” He held his hand out, palm up and fingers wiggling.

Looking down at the money that was still somehow clutched in her hand, an evil smile crossed her face. Buffy stalked over to him, ripped the money in half and slammed one of the halves against Spike’s chest. The remaining half went down her shirt and into the lace cup of her bra.

She wanted to laugh when his jaw dropped open in shock. Instead she arched one eyebrow at him with a smug smile. “When you find Riley and get him to that surgeon, come see me about the rest of your money,” she said before striding out the door.

Spike watched her go, then looked down at the tattered money. He walked over to where Harmony lay and kicked her none-to-gently.

“Harm! Quit playing possum, ya stupid bint. Slayer’s gone.” He crouched beside her as she sat up, grinning as she dabbed at her swollen nose. “Come on. Spike’s got a doctor’s appointment and you’re gonna help me.”

~@~@~

Buffy stomped down the hallway, Riley puffing like a winded Clydesdale behind her.

“So help me if that double-crossing, undead leech has eaten the doctor, I’m gonna stake him!” she stormed.

Slamming the doors open, she skidded to a halt when Spike leaped off the table and grinned at her.

“Slayer!” Spike chortled. “Buffy, I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news! My head’s all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin’.”

She had to fight to keep the expression of dismay from showing on her face. “That means I get to kill you.”

He smirked, flashing her some fang. “You get to try, luv.”

The four of them faced off. Buffy and Spike were intent on each other, neither wanting to make the first move and trying hard not to show it. Harmony glanced nervously between the two of them; while Riley seemed to be fighting just to stay on his feet.

There was a sudden *whoosh* and an arrow from the crossbow Harmony was nervously fondling whizzed through the air, imbedding in Riley’s thigh.

“Oops!” she said sheepishly.

Riley lumbered towards her while Buffy ran at Spike, punching him viciously in the face several times. He staggered back into the table and then leapt up on it. He grinned down at Buffy and sniffed deliberately.

“Kinda funny how you get all worked up when you’re fightin’ me, luv,” he snarked. “I can smell you from up here.”

Buffy froze, her cheeks reddening with mortification. “I…you…You can SMELL me?”

Both were barely aware of Harmony and Riley fighting in the background. Spike stared down at her, catching her hard swallow as he zeroed in on his target; the thrumming pulse at her throat.

“At long last,” he muttered, leaping off the table and carrying her to the ground. He pinned her arms and legs beneath his own and buried his face on her neck. He found the scarlet mark he’d made earlier and fastened his mouth over it once more.

“Mmph!” Buffy grunted, arching her hips up to meet his. God, it was even more intense now than it had been back at his crypt. A ragged moan escaped her as his mouth swept from her throat and down her chest. He nuzzled his way under her scoop-necked top and mashed his face between her heaving breasts.

Finding what he sought, Spike lifted his head in triumph to reveal the other half of his money clenched in his teeth. He smirked at her around the torn paper, laughing at her expression of disbelief.

“Sorry, luv. Business before pleasure,” he quipped, snatching the desecrated currency from his mouth and shoving it in his back pocket. “And now…” he breathed, ignoring her furious glare as his glittering eyes fixed on her thrumming pulse. “It’s time for pleasure.”

His fangs had barely scratched her neck when Harmony grabbed at his shoulder and yanked him back.

“Spikey, we don’t have time for you to play kissy-face with the Slayer, again! We’ve got to go!” she screamed.

He turned to push her away when Riley sucker punched him in the side of the head. Spike swung at him in self-defense, howling in pain as the chip went off. Buffy, seeing Riley collapse punched Spike and pushed him off of her. He landed next to the doctor who had botched his attempt to get the chip out for good.

The doctor flinched back from the vampire’s enraged yellow eyes. “I’m sorry, but I told you I couldn’t do it!” he screeched, scuttling away in fear.

Spike found the metal dish that had been used and looked at the penny the doctor had dropped into it to make him think the chip was out. He roared with frustrated anger and lunged towards the cowering man before the chip reminded him of its continued presence.

“Riley!” He heard Buffy cry out. “Oh God! Doctor, get over here now!”

As the doctor scurried over to help, Spike grabbed his coat and joined Harmony at the door. He paused to look back at Buffy on more time. Their eyes met and held. Buffy was the first to look away when Riley moaned her name.

Spike growled savagely and shoved past Harmony on his way out the door.

~@~@~

The trip back to the crypt was a nightmare for Harmony. Somehow she managed to stay out of Spike’s way as he kicked over tombstones and slammed his fists into mausoleums, ranting all the while about the Slayer.

“…that nasty little face, that…bouncing, shampoo-commercial hair. That holier-than-thou attitude!” His rant continued as he picked up tombstone and flung it against another, showering them both with dust.

“Spike! What is your damage? God, you’d think you were in love with her!”

He turned and grabbed her by the arms and shook her until her head lolled like a rag dolls. “You don’t understand! I can’t get rid of her. She’s everywhere. She’s haunting me, Harm!” He forced himself to stop, taking deep, unnecessary breaths to calm himself. He stared at Harmony without seeing her.

“This…has got to end.”

~@~@~

Spike was sprawled in his chair half asleep when there was a familiar banging sound at the door. He got to his feet in time to see Buffy come sailing in on a cloud of righteous indignation.

“Should have known it was you. Been nearly six hours.”

She jammed her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Well, It would have been less if I wasn’t busy cleaning up your mess!”

“So, why are you here? Come to finish me off?” He whipped his shirt off in a show of bravado. “Well, you know what? Do it. Bloody just do it.”

Buffy stared at him in sudden confusion, unable to stop her eyes from drifting over the sculpted perfection that was his bare chest. “Spike…” She licked her lips nervously.

He was still ranting on, completely oblivious to the growing lust in her eyes. “…take me out of a world that has you in it! Just. Kill. Me.”

She looked at the stake in her hand and then threw it away with an impatient huff.

Spike watched her with mouth agape. “What the hell are you doing, you crazy bint? You came here to stake me, so get on with it!”

Grabbing the neckline of her top, Buffy tore it down all the way to the hem. “I’ve got a better idea,” she muttered, grabbing the flabbergasted vampire by his head and dragging his mouth down to meet hers.

He was surprised but recovered with admirable aplomb. Maybe he’d been a little rash and impetuous with the whole ‘kill me!’ bit. She sure didn’t act like she was in a hurry to oblige him. He gripped her upper arms, groaning his surrender as her hot little tongue swept boldly over his lips, begging for entrance.

They kissed passionately, tongues twining and hands moving restlessly over bare skin. He jerked his mouth from hers and attacked the smooth flesh of her neck.

“Spike,” Buffy breathed. “I want you…”

“Buffy, I love you.” He lifted his head and stared down into her passion-glazed green eyes. “God, I love you so much!”

~@~@~

Spike sat straight up in bed with a horrified gasp. If vampires could sweat, he would be drenched. If they could piss, he’s be sitting in a puddle. Oh, wait. He was. ‘Soddin’ wet dreams!’

Harmony snored beside him, completely oblivious as usual.

He tried to still the shaking in his limbs as the images in his dream lingered. It was one thing to want to fuck the Slayer, but LOVE? What the bloody hell was wrong with him?

“Oh God, no.”

He was falling in love with Buffy. Buffy ‘I’m the best thing since virgin blood’ Summers.

“Please, no…” he breathed in supplication.

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