(early am next morning), Saturday, April 24^th, 2010, 1:30am:

Spike, Buffy, and Giles settled into their seats for the ten hour flight from L.A. to London; Giles on the window, Buffy in the middle and Spike on the aisle. With the time difference, they’d arrive at 7:30pm London time Saturday night. Wes had arranged for a meeting with Quentin Travers for Monday at 3:30 in the afternoon. Travers actually suggested they meet on Sunday, but there wouldn’t be a full staff there on Sunday and that would make it difficult, if not impossible, for Buffy to slip off unnoticed and stay in the building to look around on her own after everyone left.

After they got their carry-ons stowed and were buckled in, Giles pulled something out of the bag under his seat and handed to Buffy. “Willow sent this for you, it’s a ‘smart phone’,” he told her. “When we have Bess secure, you can take a photograph of her with it and email it to Willow and she’ll have a passport waiting at the US Embassy for her. I’ve got a certified birth certificate in my bag for her, as well – Willow listed her birth year as 1992, so she’ll be listed as eighteen … as an adult, as you suggested.”

“Willow hacked into the Passport Department?” Buffy asked with surprise. Buffy knew Willow had found a way to forge a birth certificate, but she didn’t know about the passport. She assumed they would have to figure that out on the fly. Buffy and Spike had talked about what age to make Bess … it didn’t seem fair to make her fourteen … after all, she was over a hundred years old … certainly she deserved to be treated like an adult by the world at large.  Willow suggested they make her twenty-one … but Buffy and Spike both thought that would be pushing it a bit far, given how young she looked, eighteen was a stretch, but twenty-one would be a giant leap.

“I believe it’s the Department of State, actually … and yes, apparently so,” Giles replied, still holding out the phone.

“She’s scary …” Buffy muttered, taking the phone from his hand.

“Quite…” Giles agreed.

Buffy looked down at the ‘smart phone’. “Where are the buttons, the numbers? How do you dial it?” she asked, turning it over in her hands.

“They come up on the screen,” Giles told her. “Here…” he continued, handing her a manual for the phone that was half an inch thick and written in a font so small that she needed a magnifying glass to read … it also appeared to be in some language other than English, but she wasn’t 100% certain.

Buffy fanned the pages on the manual quickly with her fingers and shook her head. “You know … I’m not really that good with technology … why don’t you keep it?” she suggested to Giles, trying to hand it back to him.

“I afraid you’re much more skilled at technology than I am!” he insisted, pushing the phone back towards her.

“But you’re so much better with books than I am …” Buffy argued, pushing it back at him.

“You’re younger – your adaptation skills are much more flexible than mine,” Giles shot back.

“You’re smarter … I really hate it when my phone is smarter than I am,” Buffy countered as they pushed the phone back and forth between them like a hot potato.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Buffy, you’re much brighter than you realize,” Giles insisted.

“I’m gonna be on Slayer duty, it might get broken … it looks kind of fragile – it’s really a Watcher phone, not a Slayer phone,” Buffy pointed out.

Giles sighed – he couldn’t really argue with that, it did look rather fragile.  When he hesitated, Buffy dropped the phone and the instruction manual into his lap in victory as they taxied for take-off. Giles suddenly wished they had brought Annie … she’d undoubtedly be able to work this contraption without even reading the bloody manual.

With that decided, Buffy laced her right hand in Spike’s left, looking past Giles and out the window as the plane began racing down the runway, building speed for take-off. She hadn’t been in a plane in a long while … well, not in a passenger seat, she’d hidden in the cargo hold of a couple during her vengeance demon hunt,  but it was more exciting to see the runway lights flashing by like blurs as the g-force built.

It was exhilarating to Buffy when the plane lifted off and started climbing; it was one of those feelings that never got old for her. It always made her think of the first time her mom and dad had taken her on a plane when they’d gone to visit her Aunt Arleen in Downers Grove, Illinois when she was five.  It’s one of those indescribable feelings … excitement mixed with a little fear with some elation sprinkled on top, and it felt just the same now as it did all those years ago. It made her a little tingly all over and she squeezed Spike’s hand tightly in hers as they left the ground.  She turned away from the window and met his eyes with hers, which seemed to settle the tingling feeling to one specific area of her body – was that from the takeoff or was it Spike’s eyes delving into hers that did that?  She wished the reason for the trip was different … if it had been a vacation she knew she’d be giddy right about now … as it was, she felt hopeful that they would be able to find Bess quickly and break her out of the hell she’d been in for so long.

Spike watched Buffy as she looked out the window at the lights speeding past and smiled to himself.  At times she was so much like a child … so easily pleased and excited by what some people would consider mundane or even scary.  He folded his hand around hers when she took it as the plane accelerated down the runway.  The last time he’d been on a plane had been when he and Dru came over from Europe after she’d been attacked and nearly killed in Prague.  They normally didn’t take airplanes – you could never predict when you might have sunlight beaming in on you, but she’d insisted that Miss Edith told her the cure was to be found in Sunnydale and he wanted to get his dark princess there as quickly as possible.  Back then tickets were transferable and, other than asking if you packed your own bag, there was little in the way of security, especially at the smaller airports.  He’d killed a couple of travelers and taken their tickets, traveling first class all the way from Munich, where he’d taken Dru after they’d fled Prague, to London, New York, then on to L.A.

Spike wished the reason for this trip was different … he wished all the bits were with them and he was taking them, as he’d promised, back to his hometown for a visit.  Other than quick passes through, he hadn’t actually spent any time in London in many years.  What was the saying? “You can never go home again.”  He was quite certain that was doubly true in his case, but Annie had her heart set on seeing it and … well, he could never resist trying to make a Summers girl’s dreams come true.  When Buffy turned away from the window and looked into his eyes just as the plane took off and the g-forces really kicked in, he prayed to their Guardian Angel that he could make her dreams come true … not just on this mission to save their daughter, but forever.  He’d quit his job, they had no source of income at all, there was a new little bit on the way and, if things went as planned, they have a new ‘big bit’ coming home with them; five children … plus JJ half the time, and no job or prospects and very little savings.

Well, he couldn’t worry about that now … as Buffy so eloquently informed him, worry about today – let tomorrow take care of itself.  And today, right now, this minute, he had Buffy at his side for the next ten hours, completely diversion-free, totally uninterrupted. Too bad planes didn’t have private berths like trains … he was sure they could make those long hours fly by…

As the plane leveled out and the seatbelt sign was turned off, Buffy put those tinglies out of her mind as she watched the flight attendant explain where the exits were and how to use your seat cushion as a floatation device. She wondered who would remember to take their seat cushion with them if they managed to survive a crash landing.  She also wondered if there was some part of the seat that could be used to fight the sharks off and keep hypothermia from setting in while you floated on your cushion in the freezing waters of the north Atlantic… but for some reason that was never mentioned. When the speech was over, she pulled out some magazines that she’d borrowed from Annie and began flipping through them.  Buffy bit her lip to keep from giggling when she saw Giles open the instruction manual for the new phone and start studying it – she wished all her battles were that easy to win.

“What’s a ‘Lady Gaga’?” Buffy asked Spike, holding up one of the magazines for him to see.

Spike sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fancies ‘erself a singer, I reckon …” Spike explained.

Buffy pursed her lips in thought as she thumbed through more pictures and skimmed the article. “But … what is she a ‘Lady’ of?”

Spike shook his head and shrugged. “Pre-teen girls and hormone-charged, sex deprived boys?” he guessed.

Buffy shook her head. “When I was a girl, the only ‘Lady’ we knew was Lady Di …”

“I reckon Gaga’s a totally different kinda ‘lady’, pet.”

“No doubt …” Buffy agreed still shaking her head. “I guess it was the whole fairy-tale mentality … young, sweet, pretty kindergarten teacher falls in love and marries a prince … a real prince … and becomes an actual princess living in an actual castle …” Buffy began.

“Until he fools around on ‘er, she fools around on him, they divorce and she dies in a mysterious car crash less than twenty years after she married the tosser…” Spike finished.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Fairy tales suck.”

“Not all of ‘em…” Spike disagreed, lifting the armrest that was between them and sliding over against her. Buffy leaned into him and Spike tucked her under his arm as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Once upon a time, there was a vampire … he was the baddest, meanest, most cunning vamp the world had ever known… oh, and bloody handsome.”

“And brimming with modesty …” Giles interjected dryly from the other side of Buffy.

“Angelus?” Buffy questioned with a smirk. Spike growled at both of them, low and deep, and Buffy giggled, patting a hand soothingly on his thigh, urging him to continue.

“He won battle after battle,” Spike continued. “… defeating all comers, even two of his mortal enemies … Slayers.  His skill and reputation as the slayer of Slayers grew and he was known far and wide – his reputation for destruction and bloodshed preceded him wherever he went.”

“Except in Sunnydale, where they’d never heard of him …” Buffy interjected.

“Who’s tellin’ this bloody story? You or me?” Spike questioned in mock agitation.

“Sorry…”

“Despite all his accomplishments over his long life, the vampire still felt unfulfilled …” Spike continued.

“The poor dear …” Giles intoned, never taking his eyes off the instruction manual for the phone that he was studying intently.

Spike reached over and shoved him in the shoulder. “Don’t need no help from the bloody peanut gallery…

“Then he came to Sunnydale … his dark princess was ill and they hoped to find a cure on the Hellmouth. What he hadn’t expected to find was …” Spike hesitated a moment and looked down at Buffy just as she looked up at him. When their eyes met and locked, Spike continued, “…a shirty Slayer with stringy hair and pimples on ‘er chin, and an over-the-hill librarian for a Watcher,” he finished with a smirk.

Buffy huffed and smacked him on the stomach as she sat up and glared at him and he laughed. “I did not have any pimples on my chin!” she objected and Spike laughed harder, leaning forward in his seat and resting his head on the back of the seat in front of him trying to get his mirth under control.

“You’re mean …” Buffy moaned, crossing her arms and sticking her bottom lip out in a pout that trumped Annie’s at her best. “I told you fairy tales sucked.”

Spike sat back and reached his arm back around her, but she pulled back stubbornly, not letting him pull her against him. “Sorry, luv … ‘ere now, c’mon and I’ll fix it…”

Buffy snorted softly but leaned back against him and Spike wrapped his arm back around her. “What the vamp didn’t know was, behind that pimply exterior was a heart of gold and a soul that fit his like a key in a lock.  He didn’t understand what was happening to him … why did he always fail against this girl and her band of misfits?”

“Perhaps because he was impulsive, lacked discipline, and had no ability to make or follow a proper plan …” Giles interjected dryly, never looking up from his book, and Spike nudged him in the shoulder again.

“Or maybe it was ‘cos he had fallen in love with this girl – like a stake to ‘is heart, she’d embedded herself in his soul the moment he laid eyes on ‘er.  The demon fought the man … protesting the intrusion with all its might, but when he saw her shackled, at the mercy of her adversaries … the man knew what he had to do. He had to save the girl, no matter the cost, ‘cos she was the half that made him whole … she was the one that made his heart soar, who gave him wings…”

“Perhaps he should’ve simply nicked some Red Bull from the grocery,” Giles interjected and Spike punched him in the arm harder.

Giles finally looked up from the instruction manual and rubbed his arm where Spike had hit him. “I do hope this story will be over soon,” he told Spike. “I believe if it gets any more saccharine I will require an air-sickness bag.”

“No wonder you don’t ‘ave a bloody girlfriend, Watcher,” Spike sneered at him. “Try a little humor and romance once in a while – you might actually get some nookie. Poor Watcher … I can see the epitaph on your headstone now, ‘Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea.’”

Giles smiled ruefully at Spike. “There are other pursuits which are quite fulfilling, and I’ve been told I have a marvelous sense of humor. Does everything have to be about shagging with you?”

Buffy and Spike both shrugged. “Not everything,” Buffy agreed. “But … ninety-five percent, wouldn’t you say?” she questioned in a serious tone, looking at Spike.

“Ninety-eight … I’d say ninety-eight percent,” Spike corrected her and Buffy shrugged again, looking back at Giles and nodding her agreement.

“Dear Lord … please give me strength,” Giles mumbled, rolling his eyes as he turned his attention back to his studies.

After about an hour of flipping through magazines, talking about the celebrities on the pages, and trying to guess who told Giles he had a ‘marvelous sense of humor,’ Spike and Buffy both dozed off …

Spike looked down the aisle of the crowded plane and watched the stewardess … uhhhh, flight attendant, offering the passengers snacks and drinks. She was smiling and friendly as she passed out the little packs of peanuts and poured sodas and other, stiffer drinks for the weary travelers.  As she got to their row, she looked down at Spike and gave him a saucy smile, her green eyes smoldered as she raked her eyes up and down his body.

“See anything you like?” she asked, her voice low and sexy as she leaned down near him and rested one hand on his upper thigh. Her breasts were inches from his face and Spike licked his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from the darker skin of her nipples that were playing peek-a-boo with the black lace of her low-cut uniform.

Spike gulped and looked over at Buffy, who was sound asleep, her head resting on his shoulder, then looked back and met the eyes of the stewar … uhhh  ... flight attendant.

“Well?” Buffy asked, rubbing her hand up and down his thigh from his crotch to his knee and back again.

“Coffee, tea, or me?” she questioned coyly, leaning in and brushing her mouth against his, just barely touching his soft lips with hers.

Spike moaned deeply as she ran her tongue across his lips, sparking bolts of searing lust that shot straight to his groin.  Spike reached out a hand and slid it slowly up the fishnet stockings that covered her legs to the soft skin of her upper thigh and around to her firm, bare ass, squeezing it hard in his hand as she teased his lips and tongue with hers. His cock threatened the zipper on his jeans; he’d purposely not worn button-fly jeans this day, thinking the zipper would be stronger ... but was suddenly glad he packed an extra pair in his carry-on, ‘cos he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Baby likes t’ play, does she?” Spike questioned with a smirk as he yanked her down on top of him. Suddenly, they weren’t crammed in like sardines back in coach any longer and all the other passengers seemed to have faded from view – it was just them, in their own private plane … in their own private shared dream.

Buffy squealed as he pulled her down and turned her around on his lap so she was sitting sideways, looking up at him, her legs dangling out into the aisle.

“I bet you offer that sweet treat between your legs to all the blokes…” Spike speculated as he ran his hand up her inside thigh, past the stockings to her wet, hot pussy lips.  Buffy squirmed and moaned when he pressed a finger between her labia and began teasing her, sliding his finger up and down her slick, sensitive skin.

“Unh-uh …” she assured him. “Only the biggest, baddest, meanest, hardest …” she began before he touched down lightly on her hard clit, sending electricity shooting out in all directions. Her body jerked as the shocks ricocheted through her, leaving a path of burning embers in their wake. “Oh God!”

Spike growled against her neck as he continued fingering her pussy. “You’ve never met anyone bigger, badder, meaner, or harder … you’re gonna be begging me for it before I’m done with you, pet.”

“Oh … you wouldn’t torture a poor, horny, defenseless girl, would you?” Buffy moaned, putting the back of her hand to her forehead and leaning her head back melodramatically like an actress in a silent movie.

“Within an inch of ‘er life …” Spike assured her as he licked a line down from her neck to the dark chasm between her cleavage.  He followed the lace at the top of her dress with his tongue until he found one elusive pink areola. He pressed the fabric away as his mouth latched onto her hard nipple causing Buffy’s back to arch up against him as she moaned her approval of his torture.

“You’ll never want anyone else when I’m done with ya,” Spike warned the sultry blonde in his lap.

“No guy’s that good … I’m insatiable. I’ve got muscles you can’t even imagine! It’ll be you that’ll never want anyone else, mister.  I ride ‘em hard and put ‘em up wet and wobbly,” Buffy warned back with a smirk. “I’ll be the only friendly skies you’ll ever want to fly again,” Buffy assured him, pressing a hand between them and squeezing his hard-on through his jeans.

Spike sucked in a sharp breath of air when she groped him, her hot hand painfully strong – he couldn’t wait to test out the rest of the muscles of which she spoke. “We’ll just have to see then, won’t we, missy?” Spike challenged as he pulled his hand from under her skirt and ripped her dress down the middle with both hands, exposing her full, round breasts to him.

Buffy shrieked in surprise then moaned deeply when his mouth came down on one tit and began sucking, hard and rough and his hand pulled and twisted the other nipple between his long, slender fingers.  “Mmmmmm … baby likes it rough, does she?” Spike questioned, his words damp against her hot skin.

“Oh yeah … ride me rough,” Buffy moaned, pulling his face back against her breast and Spike accommodated her, sucking and licking, biting and pulling her sensitive nipples until she screamed out – her body tensing and quivering in his lap, her ass pressing down hard against his own raging desire as she flew through the dark skies, soaring around the stars and skimming over the clouds, no airplane required.

“More …” Buffy moaned as she came back down from the heavens. Spike smirked … this was gonna be easier than he imagined. She was already wanting more … she’d be begging him for it all soon enough.

Spike pushed her off his lap and dropped her unceremoniously down onto the floor at his feet. “Me first,” he demanded as he unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and carefully slid the zipper down.

Buffy turned around and glared at him as she began to stand up … but was stopped short by the vision before her. Spike stroked a hand slowly up and down his cock and met her eyes with his. “Suck me off,” he ordered and Buffy’s eyes were drawn back down to the long, thick, hard weapon he was wielding.  She licked her lips involuntarily at the sight as she thought of riding it to utter exhaustion, of how the engorged head would feel pressing into her, how his hard body could slam against her…

Buffy stayed on her knees and leaned forward between his legs, running her hands up from his knees to his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath the denim, and her certainty that he could deliver what she needed grew. Leaving her hands on his thighs, Buffy leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue and Spike released his grip on his throbbing member, leaving it to her. The taste of his pre-cum was salty and spicy on her tongue … Someone’s been eating spicy wings without me, she mused with a smirk as she dipped down for another taste. 

Spike’s cock jumped and waved in the air for a few seconds until she caught it with her lips and swirled up the slick liquid from its head with her tongue. Spike moaned, his eyes closing involuntarily and his head leaning back against the seat, as she began moving her mouth slowly down his length, her lips just barely touching the ultra-sensitive, soft skin covering his rock-hard erection.  Buffy squeezed his thighs tightly in her hands, in sharp contrast to the delicate way she was skimming her lips and tongue over his cock, and the pain/pleasure quotient threatened to overwhelm him. When she got back up to the head, she flicked her tongue over his taut frenulum band, just barely touching it, and Spike tightened his grip on the armrests of his seat to keep from pulling her face down against him and ravaging her mouth with his burning need, determined to make her be the first one to lose control.

Buffy continued her torture of him, never touching his shaft with her hands, only her lips and tongue, and only with soft, wispy licks and sucks and touches until his whole body was as tight as a bow being pulled beyond its capacity, on the verge of snapping.  Spike may be the king of teasing torture, but she most certainly was the queen … he’d taught her well, perhaps too well.

Buffy suddenly pulled off him and stood up.  When Spike opened his eyes, she leaned over, her mouth next to his ear, her round breasts bouncing freely in front of him. “If you want me, you have to catch me…” she whispered before turning and running down the aisle towards the front of the plane.

“Bloody hell…” Spike muttered as he stood up and followed as quickly as he could … holding his jeans up with one hand.  He never could figure out why kids these days wanted to wear pants down around their ass, sliding down off their hips, always having to hold onto the waist to keep them from puddling around their ankles. He hoped he didn’t have to go far like this … his hard-on raging and his pants undone and having to be held up … or dropped … hmmm…

Spike entered the last room she could possibly be in in his full glory … boots, jeans and t-shirt shed along the way, and closed the door behind him.  Buffy sat between the pilot and co-pilot’s chairs on the instrument console, facing the door and waiting for her special passenger to arrive for a personal tour of the cockpit.  She bit her bottom lip and grinned selfishly when he came in … oh yeah, that hard body would definitely be able to deliver what she needed. It would be wilder than any eight-second ride and with those muscles … sculpted abs, firm thighs, tight ass, solid chest … it would last much, much longer.

“What took you so long?” Buffy questioned coyly as she leaned back, spreading her legs open as she propped one foot up on the pilot’s chair and the other on the co-pilot’s.

“You’re a hard girl to find…” Spike explained, stalking up to her slowly until he was standing between her legs. He pushed her short skirt up to reveal her wet, hot heaven … the aroma of her arousal nearly sending him spiraling out of control.  Spike pressed his hips near her and slid his cock down her wet slit, over her clit, until it pressed against her hot, throbbing hole.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on each side of her ass … “Are you ready to beg me for it yet?” he whispered against her ear.

“Are you?” Buffy countered as she reached between them and dragged a fingernail lightly over his balls.

Spike’s eyes closed and his hips jerked involuntarily, pressing his glans into her slightly.  “Tell me you want it,” he demanded.

“Tell me you need it…” Buffy countered, trailing her finger along the length of his shaft and Spike couldn’t stop himself from pressing in further.

Buffy gasped and her eyes fluttered closed as the swollen head of his cock slipped in and her pussy walls closed around it, aching for more. 

“Tell me…” they both moaned.

The lover’s opened their eyes and looked into the depths of the other, their bodies thrumming with barely contained desire. Spike lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly … his lips touching hers lightly, like the gossamer wings of a passing angel.  Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth harder against hers as their passion ignited like a bolt of lightning striking a drought stricken forest …

They moved as one, Spike pressing in as Buffy wrapped her legs around his slim hips and pulled him against her.  Then there was no holding back … they’d driven each other to the edge of ecstasy, now they both needed it … both wanted it – both had to have the reward, both had to feel their lover cum, both had to fly.

Spike pounded into her, hard and fast, slamming down on her clit as his cock ravaged her pussy, just like they both needed.  Buffy pushed back on something behind her to get more leverage, to fuck him harder, to take him deeper into her core.

“God, Buffy … fuck, so fucking hot … God, woman, what you do to me!” Spike gasped against her. “Drive me crazy … crazy as a bloody June bug in December!”

“Yes, Spike … fuck me, baby … Oh, God … yes, yes! Damn it … harder!” Buffy demanded. “So good! Yes! God, Spike … fuck yes!” she screamed at him as they both completely lost control and let their bodies do what they did better than anything – take each other to heaven.

The lovers felt like they were soaring, their speed building, faster and faster, flying through the sky at warp speed... then Buffy realized it wasn’t them soaring faster, but the plane. She turned her head and looked out the cockpit window and saw the ground approaching quickly. She realized the thing she’d pushed on for leverage was the stick that controls the altitude! They were in a nosedive and would crash any second!

Spike looked up out the window when he felt Buffy’s intensity change. “Oh fuck!” they both exclaimed at once, jerking awake in their seats next to Giles. Buffy’s heart was racing, her skin flushed and her chest heaved with labored breaths as she tried to get her bearings.  Spike wasn’t much better … his heart would’ve raced right out of his chest … if it actually needed to beat.

“Are you quite alright?” Giles asked, looking at them both with concern. 

Buffy looked around … the plane was mostly dark, everyone around them seemed to be sleeping – the plane was fine, flying level with a low, steady hum of the engines in the background. Buffy blew out a sigh of relief, reaching out a hand to Spike.  When their fingers touched it felt like electricity jumping between them as their bodies thrummed and tingled with unfulfilled yearning and an overdose of adrenaline.

“Yeah … yeah, fine – just a … bad dream,” Buffy stammered in response to Giles’ question.

“I have to go to the bathroom …” she announced suddenly, fumbling with her seatbelt.

“So do I,” Spike agreed, standing up and trying to adjust the hard-on in his pants without being too obvious.

As Buffy stepped out into the aisle in front of Spike, she heard Giles comment dryly, “Do be careful, won’t you? You don’t want to send the bloody plane into a nosedive…”

Spike smirked at him before quickly following Buffy to the lavatory, pushing her into the small room and closing the door behind them. He could hear some snickers from the flight attendants, but he was sure it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before and he didn’t let it deter him from his mission.

Spike spun Buffy around as they both fumbled with the snaps and buttons and zippers on their jeans … It had been much easier in the dream to shed his clothes … he just wished them away. In this cramped place it was frustratingly difficult, and the faster they each tried to go, the longer it seemed to take.  Spike’s wasn’t so bad, he only had to unbutton and unzip and he was ready … Buffy’s was a little harder. She pulled her shirt and bra off easily, wanting to feel his hands on her skin, then they both tugged at her jeans and damp thong, sliding them down to her ankles. Buffy toed one shoe off and tried to pull that leg through, nearly kneeing Spike in the groin in her zeal to be free.  Mumbled ‘oh’s and ‘oww’s and ‘sorry’s filled the small room until finally, thankfully … she was also free from her apparently demonic-possessed clothing.

With her jeans still wrapped around one ankle, one shoe on, one off, Spike lifted Buffy up onto the small sink and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her. Spike guided his cock to her slick hole as she wrapped her arms around his neck and captured his lips with hers. Spike’s hands wandered over her golden skin, along the swell of her breasts, her ribcage, and down her back, burning her skin with his cool, delicate fingers.

They both gasped against the other’s mouth when he pushed into her, stopping with just the head of his cock buried in her heat.  Spike pulled back slightly from the kiss, their lips barely touching.

“I need you,” he whispered to her.

“I want you,” Buffy moaned back.

Spike pressed into her, filling her supple, aching core with his hardness as he kissed her lips with that same light touch that he’d used in the dream.

“God, Spike … love you so much,” Buffy mumbled against his full lips as he began moving slowly in and out of her smoldering heat.

“Love you too,” he murmured as he began moving faster … there was no need for teasing now, no need for foreplay or tantalizing torture … they both just needed to fly.

“Come fly with me,” Buffy whispered to him and Spike growled his assent against her mouth. He grabbed her hips to keep her from sliding off the edge of the counter and into the small sink as he increased his pace on the short strokes and pushed deep into her on the long ones.  Buffy pressed one hand against the mirror behind her to help steady herself as Spike slammed his hips against hers, burying his cock deep and hard into her trembling pussy.

“Yes … yes, Spike … God baby, so good!” Buffy breathed, trying to keep her voice low.

“Cum for me, Buffy … so tight, you are … God, woman … so fucking hot,” Spike murmured back to her as he held his own release, waiting for her to be there with him.

“Oh, God … oh yes … yes, yesssss!” Buffy began to scream and Spike covered her mouth with his as he felt her sugar walls tighten and convulse around him as her orgasm washed over her.  He smothered her screams and she stifled his roar as he let go, knowing that he’d find her flying through the night sky on her way to heaven. His cum erupted into her, his cock throbbing and surging within her, sending her soaring once again.

The lovers shot like rockets up towards the moon and stars and, when they’d gotten as high as the heavens, they both exploded into a fantastic fireworks display. Bright sparks of red, yellow, green, blue, and purple lit up the dark sky as the lovers painted a breathtaking mural of love with their passion for each other. The colors danced and swirled and curled around each other … exploding with loud bangs and whistles before slowly drifting back down to earth, leaving nothing more than a smoky outline of the display lingering above them.

Buffy pulled her lips away from Spike's as she gasped for breath, clinging to his neck as her body heaved and trembled against him. Spike leaned on her and the small counter around the sink, trying to keep his knees from buckling … trying to stay buried in her sweet pussy just a little while longer.

“God, Spike … that was so good,” Buffy finally gasped out between breaths.

“Bloody brilliant,” Spike agreed, finally trusting his legs enough to back up so she could get down off the cold, hard counter. 

They both cleaned up and readjusted their clothes; Buffy pulled her bra, shirt, jeans, and shoe back on and tried to fix her hair as best she could without a hairbrush.  It’s hard to look nonchalant and innocent coming out of airplane lav after mind blowing sex … so they didn’t even try.  Buffy winked at one of the flight attendants who looked up when they exited the small bathroom and Spike gave her a smirk and the woman smiled at them. 

“You know, you really should slide the lock next time so it shows ‘occupied’,” she advised with a knowing smile.

“Ooops!” Buffy’s hand went to her open mouth as she looked wide-eyed at Spike, but he just shrugged. No harm done … but he did make a mental note for later … it was a long flight, after all.

When Spike and Buffy got settled back into their seats, the same attendant brought them each a bottle of water. “Thought you might need to re-hydrate,” she explained with grin, then she saw Giles looking up from his reading. “The air on planes is really dry …” she added.

Spike and Buffy took the water and thanked her. When she walked away, Giles turned his attention back to the smart phone, which he’d nearly mastered by now, pulling up menus and settings and taking some dark, blurry pictures of the inside of the plane. He couldn’t actually make calls or send messages or anything on the plane, but he was getting the hang of it and Willow had loaded a bunch of photos on there of Eddie for him, which helped immensely. 

Buffy giggled when she realized that the water bottles each had a pair of pilot’s wings taped to them with the words “Mile High” in the center.  She discreetly removed the pin from the bottle and slipped it in her pocket; Spike started to pin his on his shirt, though.  Don’t you dare! Buffy chastised him silently, looking over at Giles to make sure he hadn’t seen. Spike sighed and rolled his eyes before tucking the memento into his pocket, as well.

“So … I see you’ve earned your wings,” Giles observed dryly, not lifting his eyes from the phone.

“Huh? What wings?” Buffy asked innocently. “Oh, those? They’re for the kids … just little souvenirs to take back from the trip…” Buffy explained.

Giles looked up from his new toy, which he was actually beginning to like, and met her eyes. “It may surprise you to learn that I have known for some years where babies come from and I do realize that you are not a child, Buffy,” Giles informed her. “I do appreciate your attempts at discretion, although, frankly, saying that neither you nor Spike are masters of stealth or subtlety, would be a gross understatement.

“May I give you some advice?” Giles asked her and Buffy shrugged, not really sure what to say to all that. She thought they had been plenty stealthy and subtle… except for the not locking the door part.

“Next time, wait for the movie, it will cover the god-awful racket that you two make when you’re trying to be quiet, and be sure to turn your shirt right side out before you put it back on,” her Watcher advised, cocking a brow at the seam on her shoulder. 

Buffy looked down at her shirt and turned ten shades of red as she realized that she had it on inside-out.  Shit!

Buffy stood up to go back to the lav to fix her shirt. “Welcome to the club, by the way,” Giles offered, as he looked back down at the phone and began browsing through the photos of his son yet again.

Buffy furrowed her brow and looked at him. “You’re in the Mile High Club?” she asked Giles in a shocked whisper, leaning down so her voice wouldn’t carry.

“In the club? My dear, Buffy … I was a founding member.”

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