Finding Love

Spike was at home for all of ten minutes before he got the phone call from Buffy. He was headed over to her house now. A thought occurred and he flipped open his cell phone, dialing the number that he already had memorized, he waited for the other line to pick up.

'Ringing, ringing, ringing, come on, Goldielocks, pick up your phone, I know you're home,' Spike thought to himself as he still waited for her to pick up the phone. Finally, she answered the phone, seeming out of breath, "Hello?" she gasped into the phone.

Spike smiled, "Hey, Goldielocks, was just wondering if you wanted something to eat before I came over?"

He heard her pause, "Um, sure. What sounds good?"

Smiling, he answered, "How about pizza? Good to you, pet?"

"Yep," She said, popping the p at the end.

He chuckled at how cute she was being, "Okay, then. I'll stop and pick somthing up and then I'll be right over there, Princess."

"Alright. I'll see you soon," Buffy said, somewhat disappointed that she couldn't talk to him more, just to hear his voice.

"Bye, Sweetheart," And with that, they both hung up the phone.

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"Oh my god, this is the best pizza in the entire world!" Buffy exclaimed after taking one bite of the pizza that Spike had brought over. They were currently sitting in the living room, both on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.

Spike pulled Buffy to him, kissing her on the lips softly. Pulling apart, Buffy looked at him confused, "What was that for? Not that I mind, but just so I know to do it again, for future reference."

Smiling, "You were just being you, all cute and adorable. Not to mention beautiful."

Blushing, she cowered her head downwards, avoiding his gaze, "I don't think I'm that.."

He cut her off before she could say anything by grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at him, then crushing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. When the kiss finally ended, he gazed at her, "Don't you ever doubt that you are beautiful or that you're anything other than a goddess. Understood?"

She smiled at him, "Yes," was all that she could get out before she attacked his lips for another kiss. This one wasn't at all like their other ones. This was more needy, more of the ravaging variety. Spike quickly pulled Buffy onto his lap so that she was straddling him, grinding into him with every new wave of the kiss.

Buffy smoothly put her hands under his shirt, feeling the muscle there. She grinned against his lips, pulling apart only long enough to get his shirt over his head and onto the floor beside them.

Spike tried to avoid her kisses, trying to get out, "What about your mum, luv?" Finally letting her kisses overtake him once more.

She pulled away, gasping for air, "She won't be home for 10 more days. She's gone to New York on a business trip."

"Good," was all Spike got out. He pulled her closer to him, grinding his erection into her center. He heard her gasp, which only made him do it more. He gently moved her so he could stand up, then grasped under both sides of her knees lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist, "Which one is your room, luv?" He asked, climbing the stairs.

"The. Second door. On the. Right." She managed to get out between his kisses. She felt herself being pushed against the wall, feeling him grind into her some more, before continuing their travel towards her room.

Buffy didn't even noticed that they were in her room until she felt Spike on top of her in the middle of her bed, this action adding more pressure to her needing core, "Ohh!"

Spike trailed kisses down her neck, stopping every so often to suck on a tender spot, making her moan. Kissing back up her neck, he reached her ear, huskily whispering in it, "Somebody has too many clothes on, don't you think so, kitten?"

All Buffy could do was nod her head. She wasn't sure she would be able to get words out at this point anyways. Spike reached for her shirt, playing with the hem of it for a minute, before pulling it over her head. Then, he moved off of her, gaining a disapproving groan from Buffy.

He hooked his fingers through the loops of her jeans after unbuttoning them, then pulled them down slowly over her hips, then completely off. He felt her hand reaching for him, but ignored it, standing up to admire her body.

She was wearing a red lacy thong and a matching bra, that drove him absolutely insane. He wanted to rip off both offending materials and shag her until she couldn't walk straight for a month. But when he saw her pout, he knew that he was a goner. He slowly crawled up her body, into the arms that awaited him.

Kissing her softly, he said, "Is this what you want, Buffy? Because after this, there's no going back. I'm not going going to let go of you. Ever."

If someone had said that to Buffy one month ago, she would have been petrified, but after her talk that she had with her mother, she was more than ready and more than sure that she wanted to do this with him. Only him. She simply smiled, then pulled him down to kiss him once more before saying, "I'm sure."

That was enough for Spike, he silenced anything else that could be said, by kissing her, and planning to make her his. Completely.