The Dream

Written by Belle_Joy

Rating: M15+

Pairings: Buffy and Spike

Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing, especially the characters in this story. I'm merely borrowing them for the pure pleasure of messing with their lives.

Spike watched Dawn make her way up the stairs to her bedroom.

  “Well”, he thought to himself, “She is a nasty little one when she wants to be.”

 As he turned back around and faced Buffy he saw she was staring at him with daggers in her eyes. Oh boy, he was in for a big fight tonight. He hated how she did that. Everything he did for her and Dawn she misconstrued and disliked. He was beginning to get fed up. Sure he loved her; he had told her that a million times, at least it felt like a million. He couldn’t keep being the bad guy in her eyes. He was going to have to walk away from this. It would break his heart, but staying here he was certain it would break him.

Spike: Look, I should go. I just wanted to bring the Nibblet home.

He turned and walked out of the door into the yard.

Buffy watched him leave. She had been studying his face while he was thinking and she saw a variety of emotions pass over it before he settled on anger. It was then he said that he was leaving. She had seen hurt, compassion, love and then anger. It was the look of love that shocked her. She knew he said he loved her, but she just assumed he was confused. She didn’t believe that he could really love her; he was a vampire after all. Now she thought to herself that maybe he really meant it. She decided to find out. She followed Spike into the yard.

Buffy: Spike, stop.

Spike stopped, his back facing to her. He was looking at the ground. He didn’t want to stop or to look at her; if he did he might not be able to leave.

Buffy: Spike please, I would like to talk to you.

Spike (sighing): That so? Are you going to yell?

Buffy: Yeah I mostly will, but can you please look at me?

Spike turned to face her. He looked her straight in the eyes. For a brief second she saw a flash of hurt and sadness cross his face. Then it turned to anger.

Spike: Look if it’s about the moving in part, I didn’t ask. Dawn thought that one up on her own. She just asked me but don’t worry I didn’t say yes.

Spike took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it. He brought it to his mouth and took a puff. He seemed almost blissful when he did that. He knew that Buffy hated it when he smoked, somehow, at this moment that thought pleased him.

Buffy: Look, I know that Dawn likes you but you realise it’s ridiculous to think that you could stay here.

Spike (hurt): Ridiculous. Mind telling me why?

Buffy knew the answer to his question but she doubted if she would tell him. She knew that Spike had feelings for her and she had tried her best to stay away from him. It was bad enough that she had to pair up with him to face these demons that she couldn’t kill, but to have him in her house that was just asking for trouble. She didn’t need him around her all the time, swooning and falling in love with her more. She giggled at the thought of Spike swooning. Then she erased the thought from her mind. She didn’t need to think of Spike in a cute way right now. That wasn’t going to help any.

Buffy: You have feelings for me. I know you do

Spike: That’s ‘cos I told you.

Buffy: Well yes. But more than that, I don’t need to be reminded of them everyday.

Spike: Why? Are you?

Buffy: Not currently. But if you stayed here I would and I don’t need that right now.

Spike: And exactly how would I be doing that?

Buffy: Well, you give me those puppy dog eyes and you hold the door open for me and all that other sort of swoony stuff. Quite frankly it’s pathetic.

Spike: Right then. So, I can’t stay here and help Dawn ‘cos it might put you in an awkward situation? That’s really grown up of you Slayer.

Buffy was taken aback by that. Maybe he was only staying to help Dawn. She knew that Dawn liked Spike. Trusted him. Maybe Buffy could let Spike stay in her house. If he stayed in the basement at least then she wouldn’t have to see him all the time. It would be like having a pet. Yeah, a pet.

Buffy: You’re right.

Spike: I am?

Buffy: Yeah, Dawn does think of you as a friend and she needs her friends right now. So I will let you stay. On a few conditions though. You stay in the basement. You help around the house, especially with Dawn, for example homework and lastly you stay out of my way.

Spike: Got it. Basement, homework, out of your way. I think I can manage that.

Buffy (ticking items off on her fingers): Ok. No smoking in the house. No cigarette butts in the garden. Clean out your own mug after you eat. Don’t expect me to do your washing. When I patrol you are on Dawn duty and …..

Spike interrupted her by placing his hand lightly on her arm.

Spike: I think I got it, pet.

Buffy: Well, just make sure you do.

For a brief moment the two shared a look. A look of understanding and compromise. As if they had made a mutual decision to be part of a team, not just have it thrown upon them. Buffy turned her head away first, then spoke breaking the silence.

Buffy: I can’t be bothered to get your stuff tonight; you can sleep on the sofa.

Spike: Gee Slayer, and I thought we were getting somewhere. Whatever you want.

Buffy led Spike back into the house and then proceeded to go to the linen closet. She retrieved sheets and blankets for the couch. While she did that, Spike tried to focus on the mass of thoughts flowing through his brain.

“Ok”, he thought to himself. “I am now living in the Summers’ home. How do I get myself into these messes? Now I have to listen to Buffy sleeping only a few metres away and try and convince myself not to go up and watch her. This is going to be tough. Not to mention the fact that it’s hard enough to control my sexual urges when she is in the same room and fighting with me, or next to me. Now I have to ignore that fact that she will be showering here and wearing pyjamas here.”

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw Buffy come back down the stairs. She always looked like an angel to him. Even if this particular angel was carrying mounds of bedding. Her hair fell lightly onto her shoulders and she juggled the sheets trying to move it off. She looked so awkward and innocent that Spike couldn’t help but smile.

Spike (grinning): Bloody hell Slayer. Got enough sheets?

Buffy: Well, I wasn’t sure how many you needed and I wasn’t going to traipse back and forth to get more. So you got them all.

Spike: Not much for the domestic eh Slayer?

Buffy (offended): I am fine, I can handle anything.

She stopped when he waggled his eyebrows at her. God, she hated when he did that. He always looked so cute. What? Was that thought coming from her head. She quickly pushed it to the back and began to turn the couch into a suitable bed.

Buffy: I hope that this couch is going to be good enough. It might be kinda lumpy but you should be ok.

Spike: Don’t worry Love, I’ve slept on worse.

Buffy: Yeah, you probably have.

When Buffy had finished making his bed they stood looking at each other nervously. Neither of them quite new what to say next. Buffy could see a slight look of amusement in Spike’s eyes at the uneasiness before them.

Buffy (annoyed): What?

Spike: Huh?

Buffy: Why are you smirking at me? You should be looking grateful, you got your way, you're staying here.

Spike (smiling): Not my way pet, lil’bit’s

Buffy: Yeah, whatever. I am sure you two conspired against me to get your way.

Spike: Nope. So you gonna tuck me in as well??

Buffy (scoffing): Not on your life.

Spike: Unlife.

Buffy: Whatever.

Spike: Well then do I at least get a kiss goodnight?

Buffy: Go to sleep Spike.

Buffy turned on her heel and went back up the stairs to her room. When she got there she entered the room then closed the door behind her. She leaned against it and let out the breath that she didn’t know she was holding.

Who did that damn vampire think he was? Turning up at her place and expecting to be asked to stay. He was lucky she didn’t stake him right there and then.

Although it did almost make her feel safe that he was just downstairs. She hoped it did the same for Dawn. Sighing she got into her own bed. She lay staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, when she did finally fall asleep, she was plagued with dreams.

Spike walked over to the side of her bed. Gently he leaned over and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. She looked so peaceful just lying there. He bent his head down and placed light butterfly kisses on her cheeks trailing them to her mouth. She smelt so good. He could pick up the faint scent of coconuts. Then he remembered seeing a coconut body lotion in her bag one time. He pulled back when he felt Buffy stir from beneath him. She looked him the eyes. He was expecting her to be startled but she just smiled lazily at him and whispered hello. He smiled back and placed a light kiss on her lips. He was taken even more by surprise when she put her hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. He felt her tongue part his lips and enter his mouth. It felt so warm against the coolness of his own. He responded to her by letting his tongue embrace hers enjoy the feeling of them sliding over each other and rubbing along the backs of her teeth. Gently Buffy pulled away. She gave Spike an inviting look and pulled the back the covers under which she was hidden. He glanced down and was shocked again. She was completely naked. His eyes travelled over the entire length of her body staring at her toes which were cute and had their nails painted pink, he continued up her legs and rested his gaze on her thighs. The only thing he could think was gently parting them to get closer to her core. While thinking of that he found his eyes wander over her pubic region. She was a mass of dark blonde curls. He licked his lips. He spied her taught stomach and her muscly arms. He gazed longingly at her breasts. Just the right size and a perfect peach colour with a dark rosebud nipple in the centre of each one. Pure perfection. He felt himself get hard at the sights he was seeing and the thoughts he was having. He let his eyes meet hers. He could see lust in them as he was sure she could see in his.

She pushed her arms back so that she was leaning on her elbows; she looked him in the eye and asked

Buffy: Would you care to join me?

Spike: You sure?

Buffy: Get in.

With out any further hesitation Spike started to undress. He couldn’t very well get into her bed fully clothed. Not when she was already naked. He removed and quickly folded his duster, his pride and joy. Then he rapidly removed the rest of his clothes. He threw them all into a pile at the end of Buffy’s bed. He then began to slowly climb into her bed. He looked her in the eye the whole time. Waiting for the slightest hint of hesitation to tell him that he shouldn’t continue. She didn’t give him one. When he was lying next to her she reached out a hand a lightly ran it over his sculpted chest. He quickly drew in a sharp breath that he didn’t need. He had waited so long for her to touch him. She smiled up at him.

Buffy: I have wanted to do this since the first time I saw you.

Spike: Me too, pet. Me too.

Buffy reached up and pulled Spike’s head down to hers locking him in a passionate kiss. Her hands travelled all over his body, down his arms, over his back until they finally rested on his butt. She squeezed it gently and whispered.

Buffy: Aren’t you going to touch me?

With that as his cue Spike began to do a little exploring of his own. He trailed kisses along her jaw line and down her throat feeling her blood pulse under his lips. He continued down over her shoulders and then reached her breasts. He slowly kissed them both all around the outside and then licked toward the centre to the nipple. He watched in delight as they puckered in anticipation of his touch. So as not to let them down he placed his cold tongue gently over them encouraging them to harden more. Then he slowly began to suck them feeling his own penis hardening from this intimacy.

When he took her nipple into his mouth Buffy let out a low moan of delight. She revelled in the coldness of his tongue and lips on her hot throbbing flesh. She ran her hands down the inside of his thighs gently scrapping him with her fingernails. She felt him groan in need, his mouth still  around her nipple. Buffy travelled her hands further inside his thighs to his balls. Carefully she kneaded them with her hands, enticing more groans from her blonde lover. She ran one of her hands up the length of his shaft and cheekily pinched the tip. She giggled to herself when she heard Spike growl. Gently she began to stroke his hardness feeling it get even harder in her hand.

Spike could feel her hands caressing his crotch. He removed his mouth from her breasts and continued downwards leaving a trail of kisses. He softly traced the outside of her navel with his tongue, making Buffy giggle. He loved that sound, but he figured he would love the sound of her screaming in pleasure too. He licked a trail to the outside of her thigh and then followed it in to her mound. He could smell her arousal, he looked up and he could see it on her face too. She had her eyes shut tight in anticipation. He grinned then quickly plunged his tongue into her wet pussy. She groaned loudly at the sudden sensation. He began to penetrate her pussy with his tongue drinking in her sweet juices. He could sense she wanted more so he travelled his tongue up to her clit and started to dance gently across it. She bucked her hips up in approval and moved her pussy further onto his mouth.

Buffy was in ecstasy. She could feel his cold tongue lapping at her hard clit. She could feel her hips rising and falling in rhythm to his movements. She could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against her leg and that made her even wetter. She began to feel the familiar sensation of her orgasm approaching. As if he could sense that she was nearing release he pulled away and placed his cock at her entrance, waiting for her to accept him inside. She wiggled down and pressed his tip hard with her pussy waiting for the familiar sensation to enthral her.

Spike smelled Buffy getting more excited and wanting to share her orgasms with her withdrew his head and placed his cock at her entrance. When he felt her acceptance of him, he pushed hard and entered her with a growl. He heard her gasp when he filled her. He began to move in and out of her in a steady rhythm, her pussy gripping his cock tightly. He grunted as each thrust brought them both closer to release. She wrapped her legs around his back as in invitation for him to go deeper; he obliged and growled at the sensation. Underneath him Buffy started to take in short sharp breaths. He could tell she was going to come soon. He quickened his pace until he could feel his own orgasm reaching him. Then he maintained a constant thrust listening to Buffy breathing beneath him. Suddenly Buffy spasmed under him as the pleasure ripped through her body. As her vaginal muscles contracted around his cock he felt his icy semen shoot into her hot pussy. With one final grunt he fell down onto her purring contentedly.

Buffy woke with a start. She pulled her covers up and looked down at her body. She calmed down, he wasn’t here and she wasn’t naked. It must have been a dream. A very disturbing, very real dream. She wondered what it meant. She had never had a dream like that before. Not even about Angel. It scared her. She slowly rose from her bed and gently padded down to the lounge where Spike slept. She looked at his peaceful face. She sighed to herself. He certainly was handsome in the moonlight. As she was turning to go up the stairs he stirred.

Spike: Everything ok?

Buffy: Yeah, go back to sleep.

Spike: You sure? I heard you calling my name.

Buffy was shocked, she didn’t realise she had been vocal. She hoped Dawn hadn’t heard anything. As if reading her mind Spike responded.

Spike: Don’t worry the Nibblet is still asleep. I just checked her not long ago. That’s how I heard you.

Buffy (taking a deep breath): It’s ok Spike, it must have been a nightmare. I don’t remember. Now go back to sleep.

Spike: Slayer, one thing first.

Buffy: Yes.

Spike: I think we should go and see Giles tomorrow; he needs to know about Joyce. Plus I saw another one of those Human/Demon things last tonight and I wanna let the Watcher know.

Buffy: All right Spike. Now go to sleep.

Spike: Night Pet.

Buffy began to make her way up the stairs. Giles, she had totally forgotten about Giles. He was not going to be pleased when she told him Spike was staying at their house. Not even for Dawn’s sake. Sighing deeply she headed into her room. She prayed she wouldn’t dream again. She needed to get a small amount of sleep before the treacherous day she had in store for her tomorrow.

End of part 5.

Chapter 6 - The Confrontation