Sighing, she rounded a mausoleum in Restfield Cemetery and suddenly felt the presence of a vampire. Stopping and cocking her head to one side, she listened, tuning out the sound of the wind in the trees, the crickets, the distant car engines.

The sound of a footstep came from behind her, almost indiscernible, the creak of a leather boot...

...a zipper being drawn down.

Sighing again, this time as her body began to tingle, Buffy dropped her stake to the ground and started to turn. Two arms wrapped around her waist, slender fingers sliding up under her cropped top, stopping her from turning.

She moaned as cool lips touched her neck and arched back against her lover, rubbing her thinly covered bottom against his erection.

Groaning, he lowered them both to the soft grass, moving her onto her hands and knees, and sliding between her parted thighs. His hands cupped her breasts, shoving her bra up to reach her nipples.

Buffy reached back and pulled her skirt up over her hips, showing him that she wasn't wearing panties. The tip of his cock brushed one flushed globe, then he undulated against her, making them both moan in growing pleasure.

His cock slipped between her legs, along her wet cleft, and a shiver ran through her. He began to stroke her clit with the head of his cock, as his fingers pulled at her nipples, making them hard. His mouth fastened over the nape of her neck, sucking hungrily on her tender skin as their bodies moved together.

Arms trembling, Buffy lowered herself onto her elbows, moaning as he drove his cock harder along her cleft, each thrust rubbing her clit and sending jolts of white hot pleasure through her.

Biting her lip, she bucked back against him, trying to force him inside her. His hands tightened on her breasts, and she felt his blunt teeth scrape her neck, as he growled deep in his throat.

"Please..."

Taking pity on them both, he slid his hands down her body to her hips, raised up to his knees, and slammed his cock home.

Buffy sobbed in pleasure, her inner muscles clamping around him as her orgasm rocked her body. He thrust hard and fast, his fingers caressing her ass, as their bodies moved easily together. Digging her fingers into the soft grass, she keened softly, as her body continued to quake from aftershocks, her arousal never lessening.

He was pulling her back now onto his cock, driving deeply and rubbing the sensitive flesh on the upper curve of her pussy. Buffy blinked sweat from her eyes, and panted harshly, slamming her hips backwards, feeling the tension grow anew in her womb.

Nimble fingers slid around her hip and into the wetness between her legs, finding her throbbing clit. As he flicked it, she whimpered and mewled.

"Come for me again, baby..."

His voice, husky and low, vibrating with his own arousal, sent her spiraling into her second orgasm. As her body shuddered around his cock, he growled and leaned forward, biting into the nape of her neck. Slamming his cock harder, he climaxed, cooling her burning hot passage with his dead seed.

Slowly they sank onto their sides, his lips moving over her neck as her hot blood seeped into his mouth and down his throat. His arms wrapped around her waist as his cock slipped free, and he listened to her whimpers of pleasure.

His demon retreating, he lifted his mouth from her flesh, licking the remaining blood from his lips. Buffy sighed softly and turned in his arms, pressing herself against his silk covered chest.

"I'm supposed to be patrolling," she murmured sleepily, her eyes drifting shut.

Reaching down and expertly fastening his jeans with one hand, then smoothing her skirt over her naked bottom, he smiled at the satisfied expression on her face. "One vampire met, one vampire staked through the heart, luv," he murmured back.

"I was the one who got staked," she whispered lightly, a smile forming on her lips as she drifted to sleep.

"You still got me through the heart, Buffy." Laying back, Spike cradled her against him and watched the stars twinkle in the night sky, everything right with his world.

The End

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