Memories… They Always Come Back to Haunt You

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Post Season 4. The summer is over and school is starting soon, but Buffy can’t forget her summer.

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Part 1

Buffy walked into her house after patrol, and found Spike sitting on the couch, his feet propped on the table, watching Monty Python. Spike didn’t look up when she walked in. Instead he continued to watch the TV screen.

Buffy walked over to him, and sat next to him on the couch. Without a word, Spike lifted his arm in invitation, and Buffy settled against his body. She rested her head on his chest, as Spike laid his arm across her back, and pulled her tighter against him. He kissed the top of her head, and then went back to watching the TV.

Buffy closed her eyes, and silently enjoyed the moment knowing it would all end tomorrow. She had become used to the feeling of Spike’s arms around her, of his kisses, and of him just being around. It all seemed so normal now that Buffy barely remembers how it started. It just seemed to always be this way.


Buffy walked her old familiar patrol route halfheartedly. School had ended last week, and Riley had left that morning to spend the summer with his family in Iowa. All her friends had already left, and she had moved back into her mother’s house, but even her mother was gone.

Now Buffy was all alone. Giles had gotten a grant to study ancient artifacts in Israel all summer. He had left weeks ago. Xander had also left a few weeks ago to work at a resort in Mexico all summer. Anya went with him. Willow left yesterday for England where she was taking summer classes at Cambridge. Buffy’s mother had left a few days ago to spend all summer on an extensive art buying trip through Europe, and Asia. Everyone had exciting summer plans, except Buffy who was stuck in Sunnydale all alone.

Buffy had no idea what she was going to do all summer except patrol, and watch soap operas. She could have gone to LA to stay with her father, but it would have been too complicated. Angel was in LA, and that was one wound Buffy could not afford to reopen.

Angel and Riley had met a few weeks back when Angel returned to Sunnydale to help Buffy with Adam when Cordelia got a vision of Buffy in trouble. Angel had helped them defeat Adam, and Buffy was incredibly thankful that he was there, because he saved their lives, but the ruin he left in her life was monumental.

Riley found out about her relationship with Angel, and he didn’t take the news too well. Angel was devastated that she was in love with another man. When Angel left again, things with Riley were shaky, but in the few weeks they had before he left they repaired most of the damage. The only thing that Riley insisted upon was that Buffy not see Angel while he was gone, and Buffy felt like she owed that to him, so staying in LA was out of the question.

Buffy felt that her relationship with Riley was worth the sacrifices. He was good for her. He was nice, handsome, refreshingly charming, smart, devoted, respectful, dedicated, loyal, and most importantly a normal boy. Their relationship was for the most part easy, and Buffy figured it would just get easier now that the Angel secret was out, and the Initiative was gone.

Buffy left the cemetery, and headed towards her house. There hadn’t been a vampire, demon, or anything paranormal all night. Hell, she hadn’t even come across a shifty looking person, or a suspicious acting cat. Buffy was bored already, and the summer had just begun.

“God, I wish something interesting would happen already,” she muttered to no one as she approached her empty house.

“You should know better than to wish for things you would do better without, slayer.”

Spike sauntered out from the shadows with an amused smirk on his face. He blocked her path, and continued smugly, “They may just come true.”

Buffy stopped abruptly, and groaned. “You’re not interesting Spike, so just go away.”

Buffy tried to walk around him, but Spike quickly moved back into her path again.

“I told you when I got this chip out we’d have a confrontation. Well, the chip is out, and the funs just beginning.”

Buffy stared at Spike in confusion. “I don’t know what you are talking about Spike. That chip obviously warped your brain, but then again it was already warped to begin with.”

Buffy started to push past Spike, but he grabbed her arm, and whipped her around to face him. Buffy struggled against his grasp, but Spike was able to hold her.

The destruction of the Initiative complex, and their computers, negated the chip in Spike’s head. Apparently, the chips were controlled by a computer program, and the destruction of the network immobilized all the chips, so now Spike was able to do as he pleased, and fight whom he wanted.

“You didn’t honestly think I would forget about your little act at the Bronze, did you?” he sneered.

Annoyed, and confused, Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes defiantly ready to do battle.

“You’re delusional, and I’m giving you three seconds to get lost before I stake you,” Buffy threatened.

Spike twisted her arm roughly behind her, and held her against his body. Buffy struggled against him, but Spike didn’t let go.

“Now who’s delusional, you little cock tease,” he spit out with hatred.

Spike lowered his head, so his mouth was right by her ear. He lifted his free hand to caress her cheek.

“And don’t think I’m going to let you get away with it,” he whispered seductively in her ear.

Buffy shivered as Spike’s words caressed her ear. His body was pressed tightly against hers, and Buffy was only too aware of his arousal.

“Spike,” Buffy replied breathlessly, her voice betraying her desire.

Both of them were shocked by the way her voice sounded so full of need, and want. Buffy struggled to regain her senses, to shake off the overwhelming effect Spike was having on her, but before she could, Spike’s lips descended onto hers. Buffy opened her mouth to protest, but her action only allowed Spike to invade her mouth with his tongue.

Spike released the arm he held captive behind her back, and used his free hand to cup her ass, pulling her even tighter against him. He slowly ground his arousal into her as his mouth continued to assault hers.

Finally, Buffy gave in, and returned the kiss. Any sense of right, wrong, or who they were left her mind as she gave herself up to the intense feelings boiling over inside of her. She had never felt this level of passion, and carnal lust for anyone before.

Buffy’s arms left her sides, and entwined themselves into Spike’s short hair massaging his scalp. Encouraged, Spike started to retreat backward leading the slayer with him. Buffy followed him in a euphoric daze. The possible ramifications of this encounter never entered her mind. All she thought about was how good it felt.

Still kissing her, Spike led her up the walkway of her house. Impatient with the cautious steps backwards, Spike lifted her off the ground, and Buffy’s legs instantly wrapped around his waist. He carried her the remainder of the way to the front door his mouth never leaving hers. In his impatient haste, Spike kicked open the locked door.

Buffy gasped, as the door broke open. Pulling away from his kiss, Buffy protested out of breathe, “You broke the door.”

“Worry about it tomorrow,” Spike answered before he seized her mouth again.

Spike kicked the door closed, and carried her into the closest room, which happened to be the living room. Spike ran his hands down her sides, and pushed her legs away from him. Buffy dropped her feet back onto the floor. The second she was standing on her own, they started ripping each other’s clothing off in a frenzy. Shirts were torn away. Shoes were carelessly kicked off. Pants were discarded haphazardly, and underwear was ripped away frantically, until they were both naked.

Spike’s fingers roamed roughly over Buffy’s body before thrusting up inside of her. Spike could barely control himself he wanted her so bad. His mouth attacked her neck, sucking furiously on the soft skin bruising it. Buffy moaned as his fingers worked in, and out of her. She grabbed onto his shoulders digging her nails into his flesh as she nearly collapsed from the pleasure coursing through her body.

“Please, Spike,” Buffy moaned as her body ached wanting to filled by him.

Spike stopped abruptly, and looked into her eyes. Her response to his actions was driving him insane with need, but he wanted to hear her beg first. It would be that much more enjoyable for Spike if she wanted him so bad she would beg.

“Please what?” he asked.

Without thinking of anything, but satisfying the flame burning inside of her, Buffy begged, “Please, fuck me, now.”

Spike smiled in triumphant before shoving her down onto her knees. Spike quickly dropped to his knees behind her. He rested his hand on her back, and pushed her down onto her hands, and knees. In one quick movement, he thrusted up inside of her.

Buffy inhaled sharply as she felt Spike fill her. Spike grasped her hips as he began moving in, and out of her more quickly causing Buffy to moan at each thrust. As Spike continued to slam into her from behind, Buffy drifted off into oblivious pleasure.

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