Roomies

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Calling goodnight over her shoulder, Buffy made her way up the stairs slowly. Spike had disappeared up to their room hours before and she had assumed that he would return. It was now ten pm and there had been no sign of him.
Pushing open the door, a smile curved its way across her face as she spotted him, splayed out across the bed, lying on his side, curled up into a ball with Mr. Gordo resting at his fingertips.
Stripping off and climbing into bed, she gently eased the covers out from under him, covering him up and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Setting an alarm for the next morning to make sure they didn’t miss English class she snuggled into his arms, pleased when he responded in his sleep, wrapping his arms around her tightly and pursing his lips for a kiss. Obliging him she whispered goodnight before drifting off herself.
Awakening before Buffy, Spike slid his arms out from underneath her and made his way to the bathroom. He knew that things could be different when they got back to college. This wasn’t their own little world, wrapped up in bed, or even her mother’s house. This was college. Where teenage girls went to enjoy life and have fun, all those experiences girls wanted. He didn’t want to Buffy to feel that she had missed out on anything by being with him. He had attended college in England, done everything to get whatever it was out of his system that made him rebel and now he was quite happy to be settling down.
Would she want to sleep with more people? He wondered, Would she want dates and romance and excitement with other men?
Crouching down in the shower, letting the water cascade down the taut muscles of his back, he let the power and the sensations take over him as he tried to take his mind off these morose thoughts. If Buffy wanted to be with others, there was nothing he could do to stop her except show her how much he loved her.
He knew he loved her, he couldn’t say when it had happened, but somewhere along the line, he had fallen so deeply that it almost scared him. The one time in his life he had thought he was in love paled in comparison to the intensity of how he now felt.
His back arching as the hot water ran out, Spike grabbed his towel and made his way back to their room. Funny how he had come to know it as ‘their’ room in such a short space of time. The state it was in at the moment made it anything but cosy and romantic, but strangely he felt that he belonged. Dressing quickly, he woke Buffy and waited until she washed and dressed before they made their way downstairs together, rushing breakfast before grabbing their bags and making their way back across town to the campus.
Watching their children go about their morning routines, Joyce and Anne smiled. They were so perfectly synchronised, the way Spike made both of them breakfast and Buffy made them both a coffee, without even asking. Smiling knowingly, the ladies bid farewell to one another before Anne left for work and Joyce drove Dawn to school and on to the gallery.

“Pet?” Spike whispered as the tutor droned on about something or other. Seeing her tongue poking out the side of her mouth in concentration was turning him on more than he cared to admit in an English class. Buffy turned to face him, her tongue sliding over her lips as she spoke.
“Huh?” He managed to mutter coherently as he tongue slid over her bottom lip slowly, wetting it to a almost erotic shine.
“I said, you need to listen, this is our assignment.” She repeated, her tongue firmly hidden in her cheek as she felt a swell of feminine pride over seeing the effect she had on him even in such a public place.
She knew that they desperately needed to talk about things. There was something that was bothering him and had been since they had found out what Riley had done to her room, but it was more than that. She felt an inexplicable need to tell him how she felt. She had never told anyone that she liked them before, she felt extremely uncomfortable with expressing her emotions, but she was fine with that. If somebody wanted to love her then she knew the right person would be willing to wait for her to be ready to say it back.
And she just knew that the right person was Spike. He had been somewhat distant when she needed space, and yet, he had been right with her throughout, not demanding attention or asking that she explain herself or let him in. He had been patient when she needed it the most and this morning it had been as though it had never happened. She had been with guys before that had run at the first sign of a bad mood, yet Spike had stuck in there, even though it was just one day. He had shown just how perfect he really was for her.
Realising that the class was finally finishing, Spike gathered up their stuff, pushing it all in their bags haphazardly before yanking her up out of her seat and out of her daydream, pulling her up the halls to their dorm.
Pushing open the door, he picked up Buffy, wanting her to catch her breath before he ravaged her. Stepping over the threshold with his in his arms, he kicked the door shut and laid her on his bed. Not caring about the niceties of removing shoes or socks, He climbed on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders while his hands fumbled for purchase on her trousers. Finally undoing the button and zipper, he lowered them slightly, dipping his hand down while her nimble fingers removed any barriers between them.
Positioning himself at her entrance, he slid inside, pulling her legs up to give him more room to thrust.
Lost in a world between her legs, Spike pumped in and out, stilling her hips with his hands while he grunted and moaned into her neck, punctuating each plunge deep into her heat with a tug on her neck, his mouth forming a suction cup that he knew would leave a mark.
All too soon feeling the tell tale signs of his impending climax, Spike renewed his vigour, Buffy’s breathing becoming short grunts as he forced the air out with each thrust until he exploded deep inside her, pushing her to that final destination.
Resting on her body for a second, he waited until her breathing returned to normal before slipping out of her and pulling her into his sleepy embrace.
Sod going to class was his last conscious thought before he slipped off, having expressed his need for her the only way he knew how.