Does it matter

The Buffybot had done it and now Dawn was in big trouble, Buffybot had shown up at school and removed Dawn from class to remind her that her dirty clothes were all over the floor. Than she persisted to tell the teacher that Dawn was her sister and some kind of Key. Dawn had to explain that Buffy hit her head a few weeks ago and she was trying to get her to see a doctor. Within a couple of days, Dawn had got a phone call from the school, telling her that Social services were coming in a few days.

Dawn had cleaned and shut the Buffybot down for the night, and hopefully forever. The last thing she needed was a another disaster and so far everything was going according ton her plan. She had called Xander and Anya and asked if they would step in for the Buffybot, Xander had said “Sure”. Dawn did worry about Anya saying something inappropriate, but Xander told her not to worry, since everything would be taken care of.

Spike had shown up, coming through the house in a blaze of fire. His blanket smoking, which Dawn didn’t feel comfortable with, because any minute Doris would be walking through that door. She had called just twenty minutes ago and introduced herself to Dawn on the phone, Xander and Anya weren’t able to come for another hour, and Doris had called to come over early. “Hey Nibblet,”

“You do know you can’t be here right?” and Dawn explained why he couldn’t be here, and why he should be else where. But before they could argue anymore, the doorbell rang and Dawn felt the bile in her stomach rise.

“I’ll make it work, don’t worry.” But Dawn did worry, she worried a great deal. Spike pulled open the door, there was a rather short woman in the door way.

“Hello, is this the Summer Residence?”

“Yes ma’am sure is, come right in.” Spike had used his best American accent he could muster, he had a plan. An older brother of some sort would and he introduced himself to Doris, she had found that weird since there was no mention of an older brother on the record. He explained that Buffy was out of town visiting there Father hank summers, seems he was ill. Doris explained that Spike would do just fine and the meeting began, she asked a bunch of questions about Dawn’s life at home. Spike explained that he had just moved here from out of state and that he wasn’t all to sure of Dawn’s home life.

They had a long talk and Dawn had brought out drinks, just when the door opened. “Dawn, you home?” Dawn felt a surge of happiness, if anyone could make this work; Tara could. Walking into the living room she smiled and Spike introduced Tara as a Fiancé, Tara nearly paled at the thought.

“I’ll get Snacks,” Dawn smiled and headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll help,” Tara pulled away from Spike and flustered walked into the Kitchen with Dawn. “What does he think he’s doing, his fiancé?”

“He’s improvising, I think a little to well.”

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Of course you can, your doing great.” Dawn sighed, “Xander and Anya were suppose to come, but Doris showed up early.”

“Your right I can do this, I’ll go along with this.” Tara took a deep breath, “He better behave himself, or he’ll lose and Appendage.” Dawn laughed and brought out the tray of Cookies, placing them down on the Coffee Table.

Tara apologized that she was late, and Spike told Tara everything that he told Doris. ‘A tangle web you weave’ came to mind.

“Mr. Summers and Ms….”

“Maclay.” Tara chimed in.

“Yes, Mr. Summer and Ms. Maclay; your to be married?”

“Um, yes.”

“Do you live here in Sunnydale?”

“Yes, I just moved here recently… so you won’t see any resident forms. But the little missus has been going to school here for three years now?”

“A little longer, but yes.” Tara smiled, “I use to live here, but I moved back to campus. Closer to Classes, but I come by and call Dawn and Buffy regularly. Plus friends, Xander and Anya are always checking in.” Doris asked a few more questions about Dawn and Buffy, than moved on to the tour of the house. Dawn had lead the tour of course, Taking Doris into the kitchen, Dinning room, up the stairs to the bedrooms and before they knew it the tour was over. Doris was smiling and laughing as she reached the last step on the stairs. “Well Dawn I think your in perfect hands, so go to school, study hard and behave and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“That’s great!” Dawn squealed, “not that having you here wasn’t a blast or--”

“Its alright, I don’t get the warm hello’s all the time. People hear Social services and run away, but don’t you worry everything seems--” Doris trialed off and headed back into the living room, she hadn’t noticed the giant sword on the wall before. “What on earth?”

“Just a collectable, my sister is into the mid-evil thing.” Dawn tried to make the situation better, and couldn’t believe she forgot about the weapons.

“That is not very safe at all, its not even in a case.”

“There’s a rule, no touching the point objects bigger than a Steak knife.” Dawn sighed, “Its an annoying rule.”

“I think it’s a wise rule,” Tara spoke up,

“As do I,” Than Doris spotted the half open chest of weapons and flipped it open. “This is just a little over the top don’t you think?” Doris spotted the knives and crossbows, a gave a gasp. “Why are these weapon’s in the living room?”

“Buffy wants to make the basement into a collector’s room, but she hasn’t gotten around to it yet.” Dawn stepped forward, “I don’t go around touching sharp objects, I know better.”

“I think its better safe than sorry, I would like these weapons either removed from the house or locked up tight. I will make another appointment,” They were so close and Dawn couldn’t believe she screwed up like that, she watched as Doris took out her pen and wrote down a reminder to make another appointment. “I’ll call you and let you know,” Doris smiled and shook Spike and Tara’s hand before exiting the house.

After a few moments of Dawn running off up stairs and Tara following quickly behind, Xander and Anya pulled into the drive way. Xander immediately asked Spike what he was doing here, and he explained what happened. “little Bits upstairs,” Xander, Anya, and Spike headed upstairs to see Tara soothing Dawn as much as she could.

Tara smiled and offered to make Supper with Spike’s help, and Anya offered to help Dawn with her math homework, Xander decided to help too. “We’ll be downstairs if she needs anything,” Anya nodded and sat down on the bed next to Dawn. “I have a few words for you, lets go.” Spike gave Dawn a wink as he followed Tara out the door.

“What I do?” Spike asked as they entered the Kitchen.

“Married?”

“Had to think of something, luv,”

“Did it have to be married?”

“I ain’t that revolting am I?” Spike grinned and lit a cigarette, “plus we had her going.”

“Yes I guess we did, but your American accent needs work.” Tara walked right to the Fridge without saying another word to Spike,

“I’m sorry, for placing ya on the spot like that.”

“Its ok, but saying Buffy was out of town because her dad was sick? I hope they don’t look at his records, last known place Hank was; Spain.” Spike winced, “but sick family member is better than nothing I guess.”

“Could have been the special cousin,” Spike winked, “Should tell Willow, I don’t think she’ll mind?” Tara just smiled, Willow was still a tough subject to bring up. So Tara just continued to cut carrots and ignore all talk about Willow. “Tara?”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”

“Everything alright luv?” No of course it wasn’t, but Tara wasn’t going to say anything to Spike. Placing the knife down she began to rinse the Carrots and forced herself not to cry. “Tara?” Tara wiped away one stray tear.

“Just drop it spike, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Shouldn’t leave things bottled in, makes life harder.”

“Everyone expects me to just get over it,” Tara blurted out. “I won’t do it anymore, I can’t do it anymore!”

“Do what luv?”

“Act like I’m ok, act like everything is fine, when I am dying inside.” Spike walked over to the counter and placed a hand on Tara’s shoulder, Tara looked up into Spikes eyes; her Face streaked with tears. “I just don’t like it when people ask me about Willow, I like for one day not to hear her name.” Tara took a breath, “I moved on and--”

“By the look of it lovey, you haven’t.”

“Its just so hard to be without her.”

“Loves a funny thing, sometimes it consumes you; blinds you to what’s going on around you. Than when its to late boom,” Tara turned away from Spike and continued to cut the already diced carrots. “Anymore thin and we’ll be having Carrot soup…” Spike sighed when there was no response, “alright here is my opinion, so listen up.” Spike grabbed a hold of Tara’s hand and stopped her from killing the Carrots, “Willow is a dumb bird, had a good thing right here.” Tara looked up and smiled, “but she couldn’t control herself, one day she’ll realize she was stupid and you’ll have moved on.”

Tara wasn’t sure what got into her, but she placed a hand on Spike’s face and smiled, “Thank you?”

Spike mimicked the action, “For what luv?”

“Saying those nice words,” Tara gave Spike a hug and he welcomed it, first time he had been this close to a woman since Buffy died, and even than he was getting pummeled. “We have a dinner to cook,” Tara finally pulled away and placed the diced carrot into a pan. “And your right?”

“What?”

“I killed the Carrots,”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

That week Spike and Tara happen to run into each other a lot, especially at Dawn’s house. Where Spike and Tara would cook for Dawn and have actual conversations, in a way she was getting a long with Spike better than she ever thought she could. Spike had been exceptionally touchy, giving Tara small kisses on the cheek, standing exceptionally close than necessary, it made her nervous.

By the middle of the week, Tara was getting these flowers on her doorstep. “Orchids,” Tara smiled and picked up the card, it always said ‘s’. He couldn’t be crushing on her could he? She was getting this feeling that maybe he was just trying to make her feel better from the other night?

At the magic box meetings spike became a regular, picking a chair close by Tara every time. Willow had started to come back to the meetings as well, bringing Amy along. They used these times to discuss who would be slaying that night, and tonight was Tara and Spike’s turn. “I should go with Tara, not Spike.”

“Why the sudden interest in my safety Willow, I can take care of myself.” Willow didn’t think Tara could handle herself, she had always gone on patrols with the group, never with just one other person before. “The Demon guys are gone, they got out of here when they thought Buffy was alive. So only thing I have to worry about are Vampires.”

“She’s right ya know, Tara can handle herself.” Xander placed a hand on Willow’s shoulder and smiled.

“Thank you, Xander.” So they headed out, and everything was going perfect.

“You ok luv?”

“Yea.” Tara gave him a smile and kept a look out for Vampires.

“She cares about you is all, worried you might get hurt.”

“Who?”

“You know who.”

“I just wish she butt out, she is not my girlfriend anymore. She doesn’t control my life.” Spike had wrapped an arm around Tara, she smiled. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because your being nice to me luv, do unto other as they do unto you and all that?”

“Well thank you.”

“Come on, there not Vampires out tonight, lets get you home?” Spike gave her a little kiss on the cheek and Tara returned it, she felt a blush creep on her cheeks.

Before long four Vampires came out of nowhere, knocking Tara to the ground she got up and grabbed the fallen Stake. One rushed her and she moved out of the way; sticking the stake into his heart as she turned. Spike had taken two and the fourth one ran off.

“Bloody brilliant.” Tara Blushed again as he scooped her up and gave her a hug.

“Wasn’t that amazing.”

“No, you were fantastic.” The next few days, Spike began leaving a few notes for Tara to find, not only that, Calling her, Tara didn’t think anything of it. He was just being kind right? What was the harm in a little concern?

The last class of the day and all Tara wanted to do was take a long nap, but when she returned from class she noticed her door was slightly ajar, she could hear someone on the other side. Quietly she took out her mace and held it out, pushing the door open to reveal; “Spike?”

“Hey there luv,” Tara covered her eyes, he was standing there in nothing but a towel. “Dawn was at school so I--um decided to use the shower here, hope you don’t mind?”

“You broke into my room to use the shower, which is down the hall?”

“Needed somewhere to change luv,” Spike grinned ear to ear. “Sorry about scaring you.” Not so much scared her, than his towel slowly slipping from his hips. Tara couldn’t hide the blush that crept onto her face. Was he trying to flirt with her, Tara remained oblivious. The flowers, the small kisses on the cheek?

“How long ago did you take a shower, you hair isn’t even wet? and please don’t walk around my dorm room naked, what if one of my friends came over and saw you?” Walking towards her desk her goal was to place her books down, she kept her eyes adverted from spike, she was slightly embarrassed. Than out of nowhere a hand came out and grabbed her wrist. “Spike, what are you doing?” With those words she was pulled closer to him, his hand trailed through her hair and Tara felt her mouth become dry. She froze as Spike leaned in and claimed her lips Gently with his.

Kissing him back she considered it a lap of judgment, but the feeling was exciting and it felt risky, gave her that extra shot of adrenaline. After what seemed like a lifetime, Tara finally pulled away. “Can’t.” Her face was a hue of Pink and her breath was short and ragged, she was shaking; “C-can’t do t-this, you n-need to l-leave.” Tara gave him a small shove but Spike only tightened his grip.

“Don’t push me away,” She had stopped pushing and seemed to freeze once again, his voice had authority and she remembered her childhood, her father’s voice rang out in her ears. She let a small whimper out, “This past week, ya done nothing but drive me completely Dafted.” Tara tried to advert her gaze from him, but Spike grabbed her chin forcing her to look up. “At first I didn’t think anything of it, but each time we touched, a small kiss or a hug. I could feel your heart race.”

“Your Insane, Spike. I’m still in love with--”

“Does it matter?” Tara thought about it, she actually thought about it. Did it really matter? “Tara, does it matter?” she didn’t answer him, because she didn’t know what to say. Because she was trying to figure out if it really did matter. Her head was spinning she could feel him buzzing, his inside was singing to her and she felt the butterflies. She had never fallen for a guy so hard before in a short time. “What’s your heart telling you Luv?” Her hair smelled of Peach shampoo, he could smell it as his fingers trailed through the long golden locks. He wanted to wrap himself in it, wrap himself into her; to absorb everything just incase she kicked him out. Just in case she panicked and told him to go once again.

“No,”

“No?”

“No, it doesn’t matter.” Lovingly he wiped away Tara’s tears with his thumbs, and soon after there lips met. Spike felt the spark ignite in him, as if her lips were the flame to his heart. They were feather light but as the fire grew so did the force of the kiss, Tara was giving just as much as she was receiving; circling from behind he smiled and ripped her shirt with one motion, she gasped in surprised. His hands began to trace over her body, and soon they made it to her full lace covered breasts? His mouth went dry for a moment, than he smiled.

“So your not to innocent after all…” Tara turned a deep crimson, and ducked her head. he tilted her neck and placed small nibbles and kisses on her pulse point. Tara moaned as his hands trace down the small of her back, she couldn’t deny she wanted this, because it became more clear; with each moan and ‘yes,more’ That she did.

Spike had become more encouraged; and he felt more alive. Soon he began to trail kisses down her collar bone, running his cool hands down her arms and sliding them over her stomach, up to her chest; feeling her breast through the lace fabric. As he continued to kiss along her neck, he left small scratches with his teeth, and soothed them with his tongue. “Spike,” he stopped when she moaned his name and smiled.

“Yes luv?”

“Stop teasing me already.” Turning her around, he could see the look in her eyes. The fear, lust, need and the urgency in her gaze; he knew she was ready.

Grabbing a fist full of her hair he pulled her close, “Are you sure?” she traced his face with her fingers and smiled, and kissed him.

“I am,” Spike smiled, “I can’t explain it and I don’t want to think about it, but all I know is; I need you.” that was all Spike needed to hear.

There lips met once again and all Tara could think about was spike Taking control of her. She needed that dominance, because with Willow it was all about control. Willow was always the submissive in bed and that didn’t bother Tara, but sometimes she just wanted to be controlled, she just wanted to be told what to do. As they kissed, Her legs hit the bed and she felt Spike release her as she fell, he leaned over her running a hand over her body, “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she couldn’t deny him, spike knew she needed his touch; Needed him to touch her, to make her scream with pleasure.

“Remove,” he pointed and Tara sat up and unclasped her bra from behind, letting her breast fall free. “Stand up,” Tara did this without questions, nervously she got to her feet and stood in front of him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out his hands to her naked Breasts. He squeezed them, pinched each nipple until Tara’s whimpers grew louder. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmm, yes.” Spike placed his mouth over a nipple, sucking and nibbling. Tara arched her back and moaned as he switched breast; making sure each nipple stood out proudly.

“Kneel down here like a good pet,” Spike didn’t say anything after that, because by the look on her face; she knew what he wanted. she knelt down in front of Spike and paused, she was nervous more than she had ever been before. Kissing was nothing, stripping for Spike was scary as well, but nothing was as scary as this. “Go ahead,” Spike ran his fingers through her hair and smiled.

Reaching under his towel she felt fabric and withdrew his hand, hitting him hard. “You liar,” he removed the towel all the way, and smiled. “You planned this?”

“Since Day one,” Tara shook her head, he had baited her from day one? “don’t be mad at me luv, had to do something to get your attention.”

“I’m not mad, but the flowers and kisses and--”

“all from the heart, luv.”

“and to get into my pants,” Spike was about to say something, but Tara quickly added. “I’m kidding.” she laughed, “You know if you didn’t trick me, I wouldn’t be here?” Tara slipped her hands into his Briefs and felt an half erect cock, which took her by surprise. But, what surprised her even more was the fact she didn’t hesitate.

She released the throbbing member from the Calvin’s and slowly moved her hand up and down over his shaft. The feeling of his cock in her hand and his fingers continuing to comb through her hair; gave her the courage to place her mouth of the tip of his cock. Slowly she worked her mouth over and down his erection, each stroke Tara became more nervous.

Spike Normally took charge of this situation, thrusting his hips and pushing the girls head so far down it would choke her, but not with Tara. She needed a little confidence, not to be told she was a dirty whore… or maybe that’s what she wanted? after all here she was on her hands and knee’s taking most of his cock into her mouth. Maybe what she needs is a little push in the right direction? “Harder,” she did as she was told, so maybe it was the right thing after all?

Tara’s right hand was busy as her left hand rested on Spike’s thigh, he decided that her left could be placed to good use.

Guiding her hand to his balls he smiled, “Play with them luv,” Tara wasn’t all to sure about this, until his cock stiffened. She squeezed and rubbed them in her left hand as her head and right hand kept the motion on his cock, “deeper,” Tara didn’t argue and she took it as much as she could. “Do you want me to fuck you?” Tara nodded her head and Spike smiled, “Use your tongue on my shaft, make it nice and wet.” without thinking and without asking herself why she was doing this, she licked up and down his shaft; keeping eye contact with him. Her hand still playing with his balls, “Stand up and remove your jeans and whatever else you have on underneath.” he smiled as Tara removed her jeans and matching blue lace Panties. “ Now place your leg on the bed,”

Tara trembled as Spike’s fingers ran over her wet pussy, he smiled. Slowly he brought his hand back to her nipple squeezing and rolling one in-between his fingers. As his other hand continued to rub and play with her wet pussy. Tara moaned as Spike plunged Two fingers into her, than a third.

“Like that?”

“Yes, don’t stop.” Spike didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, he was getting her wet and ready. At this point he knew she wouldn’t stop, she was getting to worked up. “More, need more.” Spike smiled and slid another finger in causing Tara’s hips to buck as Spike showed no mercy at all, he slid down to the floor, and continued to fuck her with his fingers as his mouth began to lick and suck. Tara moaned and placed a hand on his head.

He sucked and nibbled on the dripping flesh, as his fingers continued to plunge deeper into her. After a while he removed his fingers and smiled, “clean them,” Tara took his finger into her mouth and sucked and licked her juices off them, she watched Spike as she did this. Slowly and sensually, until; “On the bed,” Tara wasn’t to sure she was ready for this, But she found herself laying on her back. As Spike hovered over her and slowly lower his clock into her wet folds, than it was like something tore her; he went in hard and without mercy.

He grabbing a fist full of hair, kissing her lips to block the sound of pain coming from her. Tara trembled and kissed him back, it helped to keep her mind off the pain. He spread her legs apart and smiled, thrusting his hips in and out, he watched her face turn from pain to pleasure within minutes.

Soon Tara had every inch deep into her. She was ready for it, as he pulled in and out, fucking her hard and not caring if it hurt anymore. she moved with him, she wanted this, needed this and god did it feel good. She had used dildo’s before, but it was nothing like the real thing. Expectably since the dildo’s Tara used were no where near the size of Spike’s huge cock. “So good luv, so wet for me.”

“Harder spike, need it.” there lips connected again and this time Tara took control, they rolled and switched positions; until Tara was on top. How many time had she let an ex-girlfriend fuck her before, hard and fast was the way she liked it. The only difference is, this was a man; a vampire named Spike. Who killed and rape hundreds, maybe even thousands of women; so why did it turn her on?

She road him and moaning his name, she was getting close. Spike had scooted up so Tara was sitting on his lap, so he could get a hold on her breast’s. he sucked and bite down hard as Tara picked up the pace and it drove him crazy. Without warning Spike pulled out of her, “on your hands and knees,” Tara knelt down and as soon as she got into that position she felt his cock reenter her, harder than before. As he moved in and out of her, he let a hand fall hard on her ass; she squeaked with surprise. “Like that?”

“God yes, so close Spike, so close!” Spike trusted into her once more and that was all Tara needed to fly right over the edge, she let out a orgasm that she never though she had. Spike continued to thrust into her, until she couldn’t take it anymore.

Spike hadn’t popped yet and he wasn’t ready to call it a night, because if he stopped completely now. Well it could cause bodily harm, so without very much warning to the lady, he stuck his cock deep into her ass. “Ahh!”

“Still have me to deal with luv, I ain’t done yet.” he kept a rhythm up and reached around to play with her breasts. “Ever done this before?” Tara nodded, “With whom?”

“MMm, Willow.”

“Tell me about it.” Tara regaled the story of how this Anal play came to take part, how Willow told Tara one day all about some kind of tribe that used Anal sex as a form of foreplay. Willow didn’t think it was weird at all, and didn’t give it another thought until Tara wore a strap-on to bed the next night. She had told spike in every detail and soon and without very much warning Spike had unloaded his cock into her ass, every last drop.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

They lay in each other’s arms for what seemed forever, and spike could sense the sun. he knew it was coming and he would never get to his Crypt on time, he wondered if the college had a connection to the sewer pipes. But he didn’t want to leave, because he had Tara in his arms, and for the first time since Buffy he felt truly, deeply in love.

THE END