Title: "Want. Take. Have."

Author: Spikelicious

Rating: NC-17 (of course)

Disclaimer: Joss owns...Spike pretty.

Feedback: Yeah, baby!

A/N: What, you thought I was gonna leave THAT alone????

Spoilers for 'Smashed'

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Suddenly, as their lips met in a frenzied union of passion and lust, a voice echoed inside Buffy's head.

“When are ya gonna get this, B? Life for a Slayer is very simple: want...take...have."

As their intense kisses fogged her mind, those words suddenly made as much sense as anything else in this hard, bright world she had been forced to come back to. Pulling back, she tossed Spike halfway across the room, then pushed him again and launched herself after him, not even glancing back at the beam that crashed into the very place they'd just been standing. Spike slammed back into the wall just as Buffy swiftly approached him, firmly grabbing the lapels of his duster and pulling him into another kiss. As Spike lifted her up against him she curled her right arm around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. And in that instant, everything became startlingly clear to her.

Want.

Buffy's left hand flew down to Spike's waist and proceeded to yank his belt undone and undo his zipper in one smooth, fluid movement, freeing his throbbing, fully erect cock. Her second movement drew her skirt up around her waist and ripped her silk panties away without effort.

Take.

She wrenched free of their kiss, pulling herself up and then bringing herself back down onto Spike's quivering shaft with a breathless groan.

Have.

The clarity she'd been searching for was all there; in the feeling of him inside her, and in the startled expression of disbelief on Spike's face as he searched her own for a sign that this was really happening. They shared a look that spoke volumes about how their recent past had all led up to this moment, and even still, Spike seemed to be giving her an out with his questioning gaze. In reply, Buffy began rocking against him, allowing herself to become lost in the sensation of taking something she wanted so desperately. Spike gasped, drowning in the feeling of being deeply embedded in the woman he loved.

They drew together, closing the gap between them with a passionately tender kiss, and Spike pivoted their bodies so that Buffy was up against the wall. Reaching an arm up for support, she bucked against her lover until she couldn't hold onto the wall anymore, then let go and leaned forward so that they were propelled into the middle of the room, where they crashed through the floor.

As their bodies hit the floor of the room below, with Buffy on top, neither paused in the their coupling. Instead, they kept up their rhythm, gasping and moaning, both from pleasure and exertion.

Leaning in closer to Spike so that she could maintain eye contact, Buffy slowed their pace and smiled around her heavy

breaths. Spike simply allowed her to take control, gazing up at her and committing her burning expression to memory. Eyes heavy-lidded but clear, she returned his gaze, and as the dust settled around them, she had one thought:

Have.