Alternate Universe: Unexpected
Story Title: Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?
Chapter Title:


The Cow Jumped Over the Moon River


Time line:

July, 2004



Joshua "JJ" Harris was born on April 21st, 2004

The twins (Danielle, "Dani" and William, "Billy") were born on February 12th, 2004

Annie turned five on February 14th.

Spike and Buffy have been married five years in February. (seems longer, doesn't it?)

Buffy turned 23 on January 19th.


All the Potentials were endowed with full Slayer power in February 2003.

Buffy and Spike learned of the other dimensions in May, 2003.



The vacations are coming to an end in both universes…it’s nearly time to go back to the real world …


Notes: Heartfelt thanks to my "ET" and wonderful Beta, PaganBaby, for her wonderful suggestions, much needed corrections and always appreciated encouragement!! 


Music Referenced:

Bryan Adams, Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman

Moon River, from Breakfast at Tiffany's, Audrey Hepburn


This story involves jumping dimensions to the Universe where Angel and his team work for W&H - where Buffy visited before and sent Spike to Rome to be with the Buffy in that dimension. In lieu of calling it the "EvilJoss!" Universe, which is what I normally call it in my own mind, I'm calling it the "Rome!" Universe. 

In past chapters, I've designated the characters from the Rome!Universe with the designation Rome!Buffy or Rome!Spike, but, in this chapter I changed it a little bit because they are no longer in the same dimension/universe, but we are looking in on both dimensions.  Which dimension we're in will be stated at the top of the scene.


Rating / Warnings:

NC17. Content is only suitable for mature adults. Contains explicit language, sex, adult themes and other adult situations that some people may find objectionable. If you are under the age of 17 or find any of these themes objectionable – GO AWAY. Parents, it is up to YOU to control what your children are reading.


Saturday, July 10th 2004




To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - when she wants to fly


Buffy and Spike spent the most wonderful week of their entire lives at the resort in Maldives, they had been pampered and treated like royalty the whole time; they laughed and loved and shared their deepest hopes and dreams with each other. Life didn’t get any better than this. 


Their bungalow out over the crystal clear, topaz blue water of the Indian Ocean had every luxury known to man.  They spent their days swimming, sunbathing, (yes, they remembered the Coppertone 45 for Spike), snorkeling, sailing, dining in the finest restaurants, shopping or just relaxing … there may have been a little skinny dipping thrown in, too!  Their nights were spent making love … in the bungalow, on the beach, and in the crystal blue water which surrounded them here. 


Neither could ever remember being so happy for so many days in a row. It was like the PTB or the fickle finger of fate or whoever it was that always seemed to want to rain on their parade couldn’t find them there.  But their time to leave this ‘oasis from the world’ was fast approaching. They both tried not to think about it, to not think about having to go back to the real world of demons and Slayers and their friendly stalker, Angel.


Buffy wasn’t sure what to do about Angel; Spike had been fully prepared to stake him before they left L.A., but he never emerged from the W&H building – at least not from the front, before it collapsed, and Buffy wasn’t 100% sure she was ready to completely give up on him, anyway.  After all, how many times had Spike done things like that  - spying on her, sneaking into her house – into her room, even trying to kill her and her friends on more than one occasion … and he had been redeemed; maybe Angel could be, too.


But this was their time, so they didn’t talk about that stuff. They talked about things that made them happy; about a family, about getting a house in the Italian countryside and about their future, which they both agreed should be lived so that their tombstones could read, “They saved the world … a lot …. And then they lived happily ever after”. 


They both did their best to live in the now … enjoy what was in front of them, enjoy each other for as long as they could and not worry about tomorrow – tomorrow would take care of itself, it always did.





When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
She needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever


All the couples at the gala ball were shown to their honeymoon suites within Cinderella’s Castle a little after midnight.  Spike and Buffy’s room was a different one than the one they’d stayed in with Annie. This room was decorated in deep, rich, jewel tones of burgundy and forest green. The large bed had a hand carved, dark mahogany headboard and satin sheets in a deep plum color. 


There was a whirlpool tub in the bathroom as well as a double shower, and a fully stocked wet bar was tucked away in one corner of the large suite with champagne chilling in an ice bucket.


There was an enormous bouquet of dusty pink roses, the exact color of the ones Buffy had chosen for their wedding, displayed on a table in the center of the room … there must have been five dozen there … one for every year they’d been married, and their sweet fragrance filled the room with an intoxicating scent.


There were windows and a balcony here, too, like the room they’d stayed in before, overlooking Main Street and the lagoon, but the fireworks were long over with and the street below was empty.  It was still pretty, with the streetlights and twinkling strands of white fairy lights that were strung over the sidewalks and the street … like a sleepy village, just waiting for daybreak to come so it could come back to life again.


Spike walked up to Buffy as she stood on the balcony looking out over the ghost town below and handed her a flute of champagne.


“To you,” he toasted, holding his glass up.


“To you,” she responded with a smile, clinking her glass against his and taking a sip of the sweet, sparkling liquid.


“Whatcha thinkin’?” Spike asked her as he stood behind her and wrapped an arm across her collarbone.


Buffy leaned back against him and closed her eyes. “Just thinking that I wish we could live here forever … happily ever after in Cinderella’s Castle. No demons, no worries … no housework,” she told him with a laugh.


“Perhaps they’d let us take a few of the dwarfs back with us … I think they do household chores…” Spike suggested.


“Actually, I think it was Snow White that did the housework in that story, Spike …” Buffy corrected him.


“Ahh, well – see what happens when you don’t keep up on your contemporary literature …” Spike said with a sigh before taking another sip of his champagne.


They stood in silence for a long while, watching the lights twinkle in the street, then, as if God threw the switch, all the lights went out below them.  Buffy’s eyes wandered over the dark landscape, past the lagoon and to the horizon where a sliver of a crescent moon was just rising.


Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.


Buffy laughed softly … there was a time when seeing the moon rising on the horizon might have conjured thoughts of a romantic walk on the beach (or in a cemetery) … or an evening parked up on lover’s lane… now it conjured nursery rhymes.


“What’s so funny?” Spike asked softly.


Buffy shrugged. “I think my romance bone is broken …”


Spike raised his brows and then frowned. “Seemed fine earlier …”


Spike raised his left hand up and showed her his new wedding band. “You are the most amazing woman in the world, Buffy. I think I know you … I think I can predict your every move and suddenly you surprise me – you jab when I expected a hook and hit me right on the bloody chin.”


“I think your romance bone is broken, too…” Buffy laughed.


Spiked smiled and rolled his eyes before setting his glass down and wrapping both arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and tilting his head against hers. “I could never love anyone more than I love you. Every day I love you more, every day you surprise me with your strength or your laughter, your love, your devotion. 


“You have no idea how much it meant to me to have you say those words to me again tonight, luv … words that echo my feelings for you so perfectly.


“I meant what I said to Annie … I’ll never leave … as long you’ll have me, I’ll be here. Like this ring, my love has no end and no beginning. I love you, Buffy – I’ll love you forever.”


Tears stung Buffy’s eyes and she sat her glass down next to Spike’s and covered his hands with hers.   “I’ll love you forever, too …”






When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
She needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together


Spike and Buffy sat on one end of the plush, oversized couch on the deck of their bungalow sipping champagne and looking out over the wide expanse of water that surrounded them. 


Spike had on a pair of midnight blue swimming trunks, which had become his normal attire on the island, his chest and feet bare; Buffy had on a tank top and a pair of shorts – she’d changed out of her bathing suit earlier and it hung on the railing of the deck, drying. She was curled against Spike’s side, tucked under his arm, her legs and bare feet folded up under her as she rested her head on his shoulder, his arm surrounding her, holding her against him and never wanting to let her go.


There were a million stars dancing in the sky and they all seemed to twinkle and reflect brightly in the calm water, like a mirror image above and below the lovers – surrounding them, making them feel as if they were floating amongst the heavens.


“Whatcha thinkin’?” Spike asked her as he looked away from the stars and down to her eyes.


Buffy sighed and closed her eyes. “Just thinking that I wish we could live here forever … happily ever after in paradise. No demons, no worries … no housework,” she told him with a laugh.


“Well, maybe Angel’s credit card’s still good…we could stay as long as he keeps payin’ the bill …” Spike suggested with a smile.


Buffy laughed. “Pretty sure he’s reported the card stolen by now …”


Spike shrugged and they both looked back out over the ocean as a small sliver of a crescent moon began to rise on the far horizon, casting a silver river of light on the water as it rose slowly into the sky.


An old song that Buffy’s mom used to sing popped into her head … Moon river, wider than a mile … and Buffy laughed softly at the memory of her mom singing and humming the tune while she folded the laundry or washed the dishes.


“What’s so funny?” Spike asked softly.



Moon river, wider than a mile, I’m crossin’ you in style one day,” Buffy crooned softly, snuggling closer to Spike’s side.


Spike smiled and sang the second verse back to her,

Two drifters, off to see the world,

There’s such a lot of world to see,

We’re after the same rainbow’s end,


waitin’ ’round the bend,

My huckleberry friend,

moon river, and me.”



Buffy looked at him in astonishment, shaking her head slowly. “You never cease to amaze me. I think I know you … I think I can predict your every move and suddenly you surprise me – you sing a song with no drums or electric guitar in sight …”


Spike shrugged. “Don’t go spreadin’ that ‘round. Got an image to protect, ya know …”


Buffy sat up on her knees, swung one leg over his and wrapped her arms around his neck, sitting in his lap facing him. Spike wrapped his arms around her back, holding her gently.  The blue of his eyes, just barely visible in the moonlight, captured her breath for a long moment before she leaned in and kissed him softly.


“Big Bad’s got a romantic streak as wide and deep as the ocean,” she told her husband, pulling back from the kiss and looking in his eyes again. “I love that … I love that you can surprise me – don’t ever stop surprising me, Spike.”


“I’ll make it my mission in life, Slayer … to surprise you every day until the stars fade to black and the oceans turn to deserts … forever and beyond, because that’s how long I’ll love you.”


Tears pooled in Buffy’s eyes and she leaned her forehead against Spike’s. “I’ll hold you to that … because I’ll be here, loving you just that long.”






You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness – ya gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
Ya really gotta love your woman, yeah...


As they stood on the balcony of Cinderella’s castle, Buffy turned in Spike’s arms away from the moon and stars that now shone brightly in the California sky, to face her own personal heavenly body. She pulled on the end of his bow tie, untying it and slipping it off his neck.  “You look good in formal wear,” Buffy murmured to him. “But you look better out of it …”


“Do I now?” Spike smirked, watching her eyes as she began unbuttoning his white dress shirt … he’d already dropped his jacket on a chair when they’d come into the room.


“Mmmhmmm,” Buffy assured him as her fingers slid down the front of his shirt, opening each button as she went.  When she got to his cumberbund, she reached behind him and unhooked it and pulled it slowly off his waist.


“You’re pretty good at that … behind the back and all,” Spike told her with a smirk.


“Practice …” Buffy explained.


“Not on cummerbunds, I hope …” Spike smiled.


Buffy grinned devilishly up at him but didn’t answer as she dropped the cummerbund to the floor of the balcony.


Spike loved watching her undress him. Her eyes danced with mischief and she had that sexy little smile on her face. When she slowly licked her lips as she unbuttoned his shirt, it made him insane with desire for her. He could hear her heart beating faster and feel the heat on her skin as her own desire grew with each passing moment.


Buffy slid her arms up Spike’s hard abs, across his chest then down his sleeve covered right arm to remove the Stormtrooper cufflink at his wrist.   Then she did the same on his left, sliding her hands slowly back across his chest and down his other arm to the wrist. Only Spike could get away with wearing Stromtrooper cufflinks ... Andrew would be so jealous! 


After removing the cufflinks and setting them down on the table next to their champagne glasses, she lifted his left hand and placed it against her chest as she had done in the clock room – his scar from the amulet lining up with hers, and looked up into his eyes.


Tears welled in Buffy’s eyes as she thought of the crater that was Sunnydale in the other universe; if Spike hadn’t done what he’d done in the Hellmouth, that would be their town right now.


She'd hated the idea of moving to Sunnydale when her mother first brought her there.  There was no decent shopping and all her friends were in L.A. – it was a small town that might as well have been called Nowheresville, USA as far as she was concerned then.  But she’d grown to love it there, despite the Hellmouth – or perhaps because of it.  She wondered if the demon in her was drawn to it just as it drew other demons there.


“You think that you didn’t get the Shanshu because you aren’t a Champion …or you think you don’t deserve it, but you’re wrong,” Buffy told him softly, still holding his hand against her chest and meeting his eyes with hers. 


“You did something in the Hellmouth that I couldn’t do … you saved me, you saved our town … You could’ve left – gone to safety, but you chose a different path.  Maybe the PTB don’t think that was the right choice … but I do.  You’re my hero, our family’s Champion – and that’s more important than anything.”


Spike shook his head slowly as he watched and listened to Buffy assure him that he was a Champion – something that he wasn’t so sure of anymore. Champions don’t get put under thralls and try to kill their wives … Champions don’t let their sires ‘just go’ after they put you through hell – Champions do things like burn up in Hellmouths whilst saving the world. He’d tried not to think about what he’d done in the other dimension over the last days … tried to blame Dru or Angel or anyone but himself, but the fact was it was him that nearly killed Buffy and it was him that let Dru go.


“Didn’t do a very good job of protectin’ ya at the bottom of that pool, did I, pet? Not much of a bloody hero there, was I?” Spike pointed out as he looked down at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. 


“I’m not a Champion, Buffy … I know that.  I just a git who wishes he could be a Champion – not for me, but for you, because you deserve that. You deserve better ‘an me.


“I’ve done lots of things in my time that I regret … but if I’d a’ killed you …” Spike’s voice broke and he closed his eyes to hold back the emotions. He pulled his hand back away from her, suddenly feeling that even touching her was more than he should be permitted to do.  He was beneath her … he was nothing more than a speck of dirt on the pavement while she was the sun and the moon and the stars …


“Spike, look at me.” Buffy raised her hand up to his chin and lifted it until his eyes met hers. “You and me, we live in a crazy world … we’re warriors – we fight the good fight, sometimes we win, sometimes we lose, but having you at my side is what makes it bearable for me.


“You don’t stand behind me … you don’t stand in front of me – you stand beside me and that makes all the difference in the world.


“You may have thought that I didn’t notice when you said your wedding vows to me that you left that part out … but I noticed. You vowed to be my partner…but I vowed to be your equal partner.


“It’s time to give yourself a break, Spike. You’ve seen the best and worst of me … well, I’ve seen the best and worst of you too, haven’t I?  I may not have been around as long as you, but I know with perfect clarity exactly what you are.


“You’re a good, brave man that loves his family more than anything else; a man that will do anything possible, and some things that are impossible, to keep his family safe.  Don’t ever think you need to be anything else, Spike – not for me.  You’re already everything I need and want and deserve. You’re my man and I love you.”


Spike bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, willing his emotions back.  You’re a good, brave man … You’re my man … You’re everything I need and want, her words echoed in his mind and that was all he ever really wanted to be. A good man who loved and protected his family. It really was the highest compliment she could’ve given him.


Spike opened his eyes and looked into hers and nodded slowly. “Our family is the most important thing to me, Buffy. All I ever want to be is your man … I love you more than life itself.”


“And I love you just as much,” Buffy told him softly, laying her hand on his face.  “I meant what I said tonight … I would marry you all over again right this moment.”


Spike shook his head slowly. “But I let ‘er go … she could come back, do the same thing to the other Spike … do anything.”


“Yeah, she could.  She could also plant daisies on the South Pole and watch them die …” Buffy told him with a small smile and Spike rolled his eyes.


“Spike – you loved her a long time, I know that’s not something you can just erase from your heart. That’s one of the things that I love about you … your heart.  It may not be beating, but when it loves, it loves completely and forever … beyond hope, beyond time, and beyond reason.


“Your love fills me with warmth and joy … you’re the other half of my soul, Spike, you complete me.


“Forgive yourself,” Buffy advised him, her voice soft and full of love.  She picked his left hand back up and dropped a soft kiss on his palm before pressing it back against the scar on her chest.


“I don’t know what to do to keep the same thing from happening again – to you, to me … to Willow or Tara … it could happen to any of us.  That’s just the kind of world we live in,” Buffy pointed out.


“How many times did I try to kill you when I was under the influence of The First?  This just makes us even,” she tried to joke, but Spike shook his head solemnly, not accepting that; if not for Illyria stepping in, he would've succeeded - Buffy had never gotten as close to killing him as he had her.


“Spike,” Buffy continued, switching back to a serious tone when he didn't say anything, “we just have to do our best – that’s all we can do. We need to enjoy the laughter when we have it, because there will always be another fight, another apocalypse waiting for us.  But, as long as I have you at my side, I know we can get through anything.”


Buffy stood up on her toes and dropped a kiss on Spike’s lips before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her forehead against his. “Now, say it …” Buffy whispered to him.


Spike pulled back and looked at her with narrow, questioning eyes and shook his head slowly side to side.


“Say it,” she insisted again.


Spike took a deep breath and let it out slowly, before repeating his own wedding vow … with one new word added in. “I offer you my solemn vow to be your faithful and equal partner in sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, and in joy as well as in sorrow.”


Buffy smiled and nodded her head. “You’re a helluva man, Spike … don’t ever doubt it and never think that you’re not a Champion, because to me and to Annie, Dani, and Billy – you are.”


“I’m not so sure …” Spike started and Buffy laid a finger on his lips.


“You don’t have to be sure … I’m sure. You may not be able to see it, but I do.  All you have to do is trust me, believe in me … because I believe in you,” Buffy assured him. “Can you do that?” she asked his softly, her eyes looking deeply into his, imploring him to believe her.


Spike closed his eyes to hold back his emotions. She believed in him … she loved him, she thought he was a good man.  He was still sure that he didn’t deserve any of that … but he did believe in her – there was nothing in the world that he believed in more.


Spike, you fought the monster and you won … you broke the thrall because you believed in me and in our love. Now, believe in yourself…my heart is yours … you hold it in the palm of your hand – it’s your choice to embrace it or crush it, Buffy told him silently through their bond.


Spike opened his eyes and met hers. The stars seemed to have come down from the heavens, making her eyes sparkle like emeralds and cut directly to his soul.


“I’d never crush your heart,” he told her gently. 


Buffy smiled softly, took his face between her hands and kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip before slipping her tongue between his lips and tasting him.  Spike swirled his tongue around hers and deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body against his. 


He could feel her love through the bond … feel her utter belief in him – her conviction that he was a Champion was unquestionable … but her certainty that he was a good man was overwhelming to him.  He had no choice but to believe in her – nothing ever made him feel so complete as her love and her belief in him.


Spike bent down and scooped her up in his arms and Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder as he carried her off the balcony and back into their room.





To really love a woman
Let her hold ya -
‘til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman


Spike took Buffy’s lips in a soft kiss and tightened his arms around her as she sat on his lap under the stars. The only sound that could be heard was the soft lapping of waves against the pilings of their bungalow and an occasional seabird calling in the distance.


Buffy deepened the kiss, pulling her body against him and moving her hips in small circles against his.  Spike ran his hands up and down her sides. They flowed softly over the curve of her breasts and down to her hips and bare thighs before starting back up again and Buffy moaned into Spike’s mouth as bolts of electricity seemed to jump off his fingers and shoot through her body.


They pulled back from the kiss to breathe as their hearts pumped furiously in their chests and the ocean breeze licked at their damp skin.  Buffy released her hold on Spike’s neck, slid back off his lap, and stood up in front of him. Her hands slid slowly down her body, hooked in the elastic waistband of her shorts and continued down, sliding them slowly over her golden legs and to the floor.


Spike licked his lips as he watched her standing in the moonlight in front of him.  She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and these few days in paradise had only made her more gorgeous. The worry and stress of their everyday life was gone from her face, her sun-kissed skin glowed with a deep, golden tan making her hair look even more radiant than usual.


Buffy pulled her tank top up over her head and dropped it to the floor and Spike’s eyes wandered over her body … unable to choose any one place to stop, it was all too beautiful.  He was still having a hard time believing that this was all real…that she was his – not just his lover, but his wife – his soulmate, and he was hers.


Spike would’ve laughed just a couple of years ago if someone had told him that he’d get to be with Buffy like this - and then he would have kicked their ass for being so cruel and taunting him with a beautiful life he could never have.


Ask me again why I could never love you!” Buffy’s words echoed in his mind – that day would haunt him forever … but she had forgiven him, she saw him change, saw him fight to be a better man, saw him become a Champion. She believed in him and loved him; it was happening and it was real, Spike’s dream had come true – if wishes kept turning into horses for him, he’d soon have to hire a stable hand.


Buffy leaned down, grabbed Spike’s hands and pulled him up to his feet. She released his hands and moved hers to his shoulders, which now sported freckles and the makings of a nice tan from their days spent romping in the sun and surf.  Buffy’s fingers wandered slowly over his skin, down from his shoulders, across his pecs to his flat stomach and finally settling on the waistband of his swim trunks.


Buffy hooked her thumbs in the elastic and slid them slowly down his hips, past his thighs until they fell to the deck below.  Spike’s cock jumped up when released from its confines and he began running his hands up and down her body again. Her skin was so soft under his fingers – he could feel her body react to his touch, her skin flushed and a thin layer of perspiration would form then get quickly swept away by the breeze. 


“So beautiful you are, pet,” Spike whispered to her before wrapping his arms around her and capturing her lips in a fevered kiss. 


Buffy pressed her body against his as she returned the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck.  It still felt strange to her for him to be warm, for her to feel his heart thudding against his chest and his hot breath against her skin.


She was thankful that the PTB had allowed him to keep his strength – to be her equal. With Spike the vampire, she could be free with no fear of hurting him or scaring him off – she was glad that hadn’t changed.  Although Spike had proven to have the ability for gentle lovemaking, they both often wanted and needed more, and they could still have that with each other without hesitation.  It was a great relief to her to know that Spike wouldn’t end up in traction if she pounced on him when feeling particularly frisky … in fact, he welcomed it with open arms.


Buffy pushed Spike back down on the couch and moved forward.  She slid her hands slowly down his body again as she knelt on the floor in front of him. Buffy ran her hands down over the sides of his slim hips and strong thighs all the way to his ankles and back up the inside of his legs. 


Spike moaned and laid his head back against the couch as he looked up at the stars above them and thought that this must be what heaven was like. When Buffy licked the tip of his cock lightly with her tongue, that removed all doubt … this was definitely heaven.


Spike tangled his hands in her long hair and moaned as she licked small circles down his hard shaft to his balls, circling each one with the tip of her tongue before sucking one, then the other into her hot mouth. 


Spike’s hips bucked up against her heavenly mouth as she did that. “God, Buffy …” Spike moaned as he opened his eyes and looked back down to watch her. 


“You like that?” Buffy asked coyly as she pulled her mouth off his jewels.


“God, yes …” Spike breathed.


“How ‘bout this?” Buffy teased, flicking her tongue softly all the way up the underside of his rock-hard rod before circling the mushroom head.


“Fuck yeah…”


“What if I did this …” Buffy asked with a sly grin as she licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip.


“Oh yeah …”


“And this?” she asked him dropping her mouth down hard on his cock, in sharp contrast to the light touches she’d been using, and sucking him in until his sensitive glans hit the back of her throat.


“Arrrghhh … fuck!” Spike exclaimed as his hips bucked up against her, his head shot back and his hands tightened their hold in her hair.


Buffy began stroking what wouldn’t fit in her mouth with her hand as she bobbed her head quickly up and down on him.  When she felt him begin to tense under her, she’d slow down and flick her tongue over and around the head while playing lightly with his balls … then, when he relaxed again she’d go back to hard strokes, hollowing her cheeks and sucking his rod deep into her sultry mouth.


She loved doing this to Spike. She’d given Riley head a couple of times, but he didn’t seem to enjoy it, so she stopped. At the time, she just thought that she wasn’t very good at it, but Spike had convinced her otherwise. She later thought that perhaps she’d been too rough on Riley.  She always had to hold back with him … or any mortal man, and, when you’re in the throes of passion, it was hard to remember that. 


With Spike she could be herself.  She loved seducing Spike … not that he needed any encouragement or convincing … but making him writhe and moan and scream her name was intoxicating. His desire for her made her feel beautiful and special and sexy … his love for her made her feel safe and joyous and her love for him, and the fact that she’d finally been able to show him that love, made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world.


After bringing him within seconds of cumming three times and backing off, Spike growled and pulled her up off the floor and tossed her onto her back on the couch next to him. He pushed her knees up and out and thrust his tongue into her dripping pussy without preamble.  Buffy gasped and bucked against his mouth as his tongue delved into her burning tunnel and his nose pressed down hard on her sensitive clit.


“Yes!! Fuck, Spike!” she screamed at him as her body quivered and jerked under him. Now it was her turn to tangle her hands in his curls and look up at the stars above them as he convinced her that this was, indeed, heaven.


Spike pulled back and smirked. “You like that, do ya?”


“Fuck, yes!” Buffy breathed, pressing his head back down between her legs.  Spike went back down and started licking softly along her netherlips, just barely touching her skin, before dipping between them gently and pulling back out.


“Arrgghhh….” Buffy screamed in frustration. “Harder!” she demanded of Spike.


“Like this, pet?” Spike asked coyly as he slid a finger into her hole and began moving slowly in and out of her while he held her pussylips open with his other hand and blew softly on her clit.    


“Harder!” Buffy demanded again as she hooked her legs over his shoulders and tried to pull him against her with them.


“Oh … you said harder … sorry, pet … I didn’t understand,” Spike teased as he slid another finger into her slick tunnel but still kept the same slow pace.


“Goddammit, Spike! I’m gonna fucking kill you if you don’t get with the program!” Buffy screamed at him as she looked down at him. Heaven had suddenly turned into hell … so close and yet so far.


Spike smirked, grabbed her legs off his shoulders, and moved quickly up over her body, pressing her legs up and open as he went. Spike hesitated only a moment to line his cock up with her dripping hole then slammed into her with all his strength, burying his cock in her to the core.


“Aaaaaaarrrgghhh …. FUCK YES!” Buffy screamed, a small orgasm passed over her as she clung to his back and wrapped her legs around him.  “MORE!”


Spike pulled back and began thrusting into her powerfully, grinding against her clit with every downstroke as he watched her face in the moonlight.  Her breath was fast and erratic, her heart pounded in her chest and her skin was flushed and damp … her face contorted in pleasure while he fucked her as she had demanded.  He thought she never looked more beautiful than that moment when he knew she was about to find heaven with him.


“God Spike yes…yess!!  FUCK YESSSSSSSS!” she screamed at him as her orgasm rippled out from her core where Spike was pistoning in and out of her and engulfed her entire body.  Her back arched, her body stiffened and her pussy tightened and trembled around his cock, pulling him deeper into her. Screams escaped her mouth on every exhale as her body tried to breathe, until the intense pleasure made breathing optional and she went silent after the last of the air escaped her lungs.


When her pussy tightened and quaked around his rod and her body stiffened under him, Spike let go of his self control and allowed his body to do what it had been wanting to do … spill its seed deep within her core.  His hips slammed against her a final time, driving his cock against her cervix. His balls slapped against her ass and tightened while his cum raged up through his cock, filling her with his jism as he screamed her name and roared in ecstasy. 


Spike dropped down to his elbows on either side of her and began dropping soft kisses over her face and neck as Buffy tried to will her lungs to start functioning again.  She opened her eyes and took Spike’s face in her hands and held him still above her.  She saw love and adoration and their future in his eyes … a future filled with challenges, but also with fun and laughter and babies and good times and good friends.


“I love you, Spike …” Buffy whispered to him as she lifted up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.


“I love you, Buffy …”






Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman


Spike set Buffy down on her feet next to the large bed and dropped his mouth to the spot where her shoulder met her neck. He kissed her skin softly, moving his mouth further down her shoulder with each soft touch. His hands came up and hooked under the straps of her dress and pushed them down her arms.


“You look brilliant in formal wear, pet … but you look better out of it,” Spike teased as he kept dropping kisses down her arm as he pushed the straps down further.


Buffy smiled at him, pulled her arms out of the straps of her dress and laid her hands softly on his shoulders, pushing his shirt off his back and arms, allowing it to drop to the floor.


Spike reached around her and unhooked her bra and pulled the straps down her arms.  Buffy dropped her arms and let it fall to the floor, as well.


“You’re pretty good at that … behind the back and all,” Buffy teased him.


“Practice …” Spike repeated Buffy’s explanation from earlier.


“Practice makes perfect …” Buffy said with a sly smile … wondering if it was deemed acceptable to keep practicing after you’ve achieved perfection. 


Buffy slid her hands down Spike’s body and unhooked the catch on his slacks as Spike began dropping soft kisses on Buffy’s collarbone and moving down her body with his mouth … sliding her dress down over her hips until it fell in a sparkling puddle on the floor at her feet, leaving her in a black, lacy thong, black, thigh-high stockings and heels.


Buffy unzipped Spike’s pants and slid her hands down his slim hips pushing them down until they puddled on the floor with her dress. 


Spike dropped soft kisses over her breasts, cupping them softly in his hands before swirling his tongue around one hard nipple and sucking it into his mouth.  Buffy wrapped her hand around Spike’s cock, which stood at full attention now that it was out of the confines of his trousers, and began stroking softly up and down his length. 


They both moaned together … the feel of their lover’s touch on their skin sending waves of pleasure over their entire bodies.


Spike moved to the other breast and nibbled at the hard nipple with his teeth before flicking it lightly with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.  Buffy’s back arched against him and her strokes on his cock got stronger as electricity shot down from Spike’s mouth and made her pussy tingle in anticipation.


Spike moved down, kneeling before her, he slid her panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. Leaving her stockings and heels on, he lifted one of her legs up over his shoulder and dipped his tongue between her pussylips … tasting her sweet nectar.


“So wet you are, Buffy …” Spike murmured as he slid his tongue further between her outer lips until he touched her throbbing clit. Buffy’s leg nearly buckled when he stroked her sensitive nub with his tongue, and Spike’s hands went to her hips to help support her.


He loved how wet, how hot, and horny she got for him.  He remembered the feelings he’d gotten from her when he asked her to open the bond during what he thought would be his last time with her in the other dimension.  Her passion and desire for him were as strong as his for her … even now, after five years and three children and more than one apocalypse, that feeling hadn’t faded for him … or her. 


Buffy moaned and held on to Spike’s shoulders as he lapped and sucked and teased her pussy with his heavenly tongue, bringing her to the brink of heaven.  Spike pushed Buffy backwards and she fell back onto the bed.  He moved forward on his knees and draped her legs over his shoulders, spreading her heavenly pussy open for him to feast on.


Spike dragged his tongue up from her taint, across her slit and circled her clit with it as Buffy moaned in pleasure.  She circled her nipples with her fingers as Spike continued to lavish her pussy with soft licks and nibbles before sliding his tongue into her throbbing hole.


“Oh God!!” Buffy exclaimed, her hips bucking against his mouth as he began fucking her with his talented tongue.  Buffy fisted the sheets with her hands at her sides as Spike' tongue delved into her deeper and faster and his fingers worked her clit.  “FUCK YES!  God, Spike! Yes..yes… fuck yesssssssss!” Buffy screamed as she came, her cum gushing onto his waiting tongue as her body convulsed and writhed under his expert touch.


Spike pulled out of her with his tongue and slammed three fingers into her trembling hole sending Buffy back over the edge of climax, just as she had started coming back down from the first one.  Then, he turned his hand and began tapping a finger on her g-spot and she screamed out as wave after wave of utter bliss flowed out from her pussy and washed over her entire body. 


It was almost like that feeling of being a hummingbird caught in a hurricane that she’d gotten while traveling through Spike’s memories … being totally at the mercy of something much larger than yourself…but in just the opposite way.  She was at the mercy of something much larger than herself – in fact, she was totally engulfed by it, but it was bringing her only pleasure, pure bliss … ecstasy.


The taste and feel of her pussy as she came sent Spike’s head spinning … it was more intoxicating than any liquor or drug ever invented.  There was no doubt, he was addicted to her … helplessly, hopelessly, utterly, completely addicted. If the definition of addiction was being abnormally dependent on, and having an abnormally strong craving for something that is psychologically and/or physically habit-forming – then that was what this was.  Spike was a Buffy junkie.


It wasn’t just her body that he was addicted to … it was her heart, her soul … her strength, her passion, and her devotion.  It was how she tried, how she fought for what she believed in … how she loved, how she put everything she had into everything she did, and how she believed in him and made him strive to be the man she deserved.


Spike had to have her … he couldn’t put off his desire to be buried in her heat one more second – the physical addiction had taken control. Spike stood up, unhooking Buffy’s legs from his shoulders and wrapping them around his torso as he took her hips in his hands, pulled her ass up off the bed and impaled her pussy on his rock-hard staff.


Buffy gasped as he pushed into her … the feeling of his cock stretching her, filling her, completing her, never failed to take her breath away. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he stood and held her hips up off the bed and began pumping into her heat.


“God, Buffy, so tight ... so fucking hot … what you do to me … make me crazy, you do …” Spike moaned to her as her pussy engulfed him, squeezing his cock within its wet, pliant walls and feeding his addiction.


Buffy felt the same way … he made her crazy … crazy with love, crazy with need and desire and passion.  Buffy felt herself beginning the trek back up the mountain towards the heavens as Spike thrust into her, pulling her against him hard with each pump of his hips. 


“Fuck me … harder! God, Spike!” Buffy demanded. “Cum in me … I want to feel your cum in me … please … God … Yes! Yes! Spike … FUCK … YES!” Buffy screamed, as she reached one hand down to finger her clit while he pounded his cock into her pussy. She felt herself soar off the mountaintop yet again with a soul piercing scream of utter release and bliss.


Spike announced his own flight off the mountain with a growl as her tunnel clenched and quivered around his cock and her body trembled and tensed under him. Her demands for him to cum in her and her zenithal screams shredded what little self-control he had left. 


Their bodies crashed together a final time as he drove his shaft deep to her core and let his body go. His own roar of release joined Buffy’s screams as his cum spilled deep into her heat, filling her with his jism as she tightened her legs around his waist and held him captive inside her.


As they both came back down from the heavens and back to earth, Spike pushed Buffy back further on the bed and collapsed down next to her.  Buffy rolled over on top of Spike, she loved having his body pressed against hers, having his strong arms wrapped around her in love. Spike held her tight as she lay atop him, her hips straddling his and her head resting on his strong chest.


“I love you, Buffy …” he murmured to her as he stroked her hair and back with velvet hands.


“I love you, too, Spike,” she breathed, lifting her head up and dropping a soft kiss on his lips before snuggling back against his body.  




Annie sat on one of the plush chairs on the balcony of the room at Cinderella’s castle where she was staying with the other children of the ‘honeymooning’ couples.  They had all been put to bed hours ago, but she couldn’t sleep, so she snuck out onto the balcony to look at the lights of Main Street below.  But, someone had turned the lights off, so she watched the crescent moon rise slowly in the sky.


“Annie, what are you doing out here, honey?” the cast member and babysitter dressed as Snow White asked her, coming out onto the balcony.


Annie shrugged. “Not sleepy …”


“Is anything wrong … do you need to talk about something?” Snow White prodded, sitting down on a chair next to Annie.


Annie knew that her life wasn’t like other people’s.  Ever since telling her teacher that her father was a vampire, her parents, along with Willow and Tara, had started to instill in her a need to be more careful with who she told what.


“No, I just worry sometimes …” Annie shrugged and continued watching the moon rise in the sky.


“What would a beautiful princess like you have to worry about, honey?” Snow White asked her, laying a hand on Annie’s arm.


Annie pursed her lips but didn’t say anything … she wasn’t sure what she was allowed to say.  That she worried when her parents weren’t home … or at least in the same hotel suite with her?  That when they went away there was never any guarantee that they’d come back?  That it had been hours since she’d seen them or heard from them and the last time they went away like that they hadn’t come back for days?  They had promised that they wouldn’t be far and would be back in the morning, but …


“Annie?” Snow White prodded again.  Even though the cast members were dressed like nursery rhyme cartoon characters, they were trained childcare workers and were always on the lookout for children with problems … signs of abuse or neglect. And a worried child that couldn’t sleep through the night was something that raised red flags.


Suddenly there was a soul piercing scream coming from above them in the castle followed by a deep growl and roar of a lion.


“Oh my … w-w-what was that?” Snow White questioned, looking around as she stood up and took Annie’s hand to bring her back inside to safety.


Annie brightened and a smile came to her lips.  “Don’t worry,” Annie told Snow White happily as she stood up and headed back into the room and to her bed for a good night’s sleep, secure in the knowledge that they were close by, after all, “it’s just Mama and Papa playin’ a game …”






(Well, not "THE END" but the end of this story ... will have more adventures for our Spuffy family in the future...)


Bryan Adams,

"Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman"

To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
N' give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
She needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really, really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold ya -
‘til ya know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Til you can feel her in your blood
N' when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
She needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really -
really, really ever loved a woman?

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness – ya gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, takin' good care of you
Ya really gotta love your woman, yeah...

Then when you find yourself lyin' helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really, really ever loved a woman?

Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman? You got to tell me
Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman?


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