Chapter 1.03
Sunday, May 5th, 2002
Spike pulled Buffy in close, holding her as her
tremors stilled to nothing, watching her as she pulled her head
back to search his face.
"What's up, pet?"
"Just wanted to make sure you were okay."
He smiled down at her. "I kinda thought the two
of us together have always been nearer unbelievable than okay."
"Sp- Will, I'm serious. We've got quite a few
memories between us and a lot of them. It wouldn't be an exaggeration
to say they could be better. There are going to be times when
we're reminded of the bad things. As long as we can move past
them we'll be okay but if there's a problem we need to deal with
it. So. are you okay?"
He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "For a minute
there it was like I was right back in that house, but this time
I knew what was coming the morning after. It caught me by surprise,
is all. I know things have changed. I mean, to judge by the window
dressing you're not planning on sending me back to the crypt before
sunrise. You've told Niblet and all your mates. S'just goin' to
take a little while before I stop expecting everything to fall
apart.
No..." he obviously struggled to find words to
express his thoughts. "I know things are different but it'll be
a while before I feel things are different. It'll take time for
it to sink in that you aren't. that I'm really this lucky."
"Nice save. Promise I won't be too much of a
bitch in the morning, though Dawn says I only turn human once
I have my first mug of coffee, so no absolute guarantees."
"Wouldn't be half as interesting if you were
all sweetness and light twenty four hours a day, pet."
"Or if you ever learnt the meaning of the word
tact."
"Not much of a vamp thing. Nope, that's not true.
Most vamps learn how to toady good and proper to their elders
even if they don't bother with it the rest of the time. I guess
it's just me."
"I suppose that would explain how well you and
Angel get on. That's going to be a fun part of the Christmas card
list this year." She smiled. "Dear Angel, Merry Christmas, Love
Buffy and Spike. He'd be on his way here before the postman got
clear of his street."
"He'll be on his way sooner than that, pet."
Spike said, apparently unfazed.
"Hey, he's my ex. I think I should get to decide
when you tell him."
His smirk returned at her response. "Unless you
decide soon, I don't think it'll be either of us telling him."
"Where else is he going to hear about it from?"
"Well there's always the demon grapevine. Even
if my name isn't specifically mentioned the fact that the slayer's
taken up with another vamp'll eventually get as far as LA. Personally,
I'd put bets on Harris though. It's just a matter of how long
he takes to think of it."
"You think Xander would tell Angel we're together?"
A frown was making its presence known on Buffy's face.
"I'd say it's more a question of whether he has
the guts to pick up the phone and do it himself or whether he
sends an anonymous note, but it might take a day or two before
he comes up with the idea," Spike confirmed.
"What do you think Angel will do?"
"He'll probably turn up, try to speak to your
mates and work out exactly what sort of thrall I have you under,
or how I might have coerced you into letting me in your bed. Then
as soon as he's convinced himself that it's his and Harris's opinions
that count and that I've fooled everybody else, he'll set an ambush,
try to get me on my own."
"Why do you think ambush?"
"It's the only way to be sure. You don't have
a bicentennial by taking chances. A straight fight could go either
way."
"Do you. Will he try to stake you?"
"He hasn't so far, but it probably depends on
what your mates say. You've got to remember, he's known me for
a hundred and twenty years. We lived together for twenty years
and every day of those two decades I had to prove that I was bastard
enough to belong with him and his women. He won't want to believe
that I've changed. Depends whether your mates can convince him
I'm not a threat to you. But on the bright side. Dru and Darla
had a bit of a spree up in LA not so long ago and he didn't stake
them."
"You must have heard wrong Darla died the year
I came to Sunnydale."
"Yeah, and then a bunch of lawyers did some hocus-pocus
and brought her back human and set her to torment the Poof into
losing his soul. Except they brought her back with the same syphilitic
heart condition the whore was originally dying from when she was
turned. So Dru turned her again 'n' far as I know she's still
around somewhere."
"He let them go?"
"After he set them on fire. yeah. But then he
actually locked them in with the lawyers and he didn't know any
of the others. he might be less lenient seein' as he's supposed
to like you and how you wear his mark and he's a bit less fond
of me than of Dru or Darla."
"How can you be so calm about it? He might kill
you."
"Sufficient unto each day are the problems thereof,
pet. I'm in the best fighting form I've ever been in what with
patrollin' 'n' stuff. Other than that there's nothin' to be done.
It's not as if the two of us fightin' is anythin' new."
"Unless we force the issue so we at least sort
of know when he's coming. But what do you mean about wearing his
mark? You make it sound like some sort of cattle brand or something,"
she had more than a hint of defiance in her tone.
"Yeah, well. You're shiverin', pet." He loosened
his grip and pulled back from her, withdrawing from her warmth
and adjusting his jeans. "Get yourself under the covers and I'll
get the door." He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers
and kissed her brow before pushing off the bed to finally close
the bedroom door. He picked up the damp towel from on top of the
covers and spread it out over the wrought iron at the top of the
bed.
Buffy pulled the covers back and crawled in,
then lay on her side, watching Spike as he moved around the room.
She waited until he was climbing into bed after removing his jeans
before she reminded him of her question. "The mark?"
Spike pulled her close, wrapping his arms around
her before he replied. "The scars you have on your neck, give
a warning, should we say, to any vamp that gets close enough to
see them. The Master's is pretty much a non-issue what with him
being gone. The other two basically tell us that Soul Boy claimed
you as his property, but that Drac's made a later claim since
those scars are fresher and overlay the Poof's. Assuming there's
still a bit of the demon left in the old man, if he'd still been
around when Drac made his appearance he would have had to defend
his claim. It's kind of a dominance thing. Anyone who ignores
a mark like that. it's like saying they're dominant to the one
who made it in the first place."
"So you being in my bed."
".Defies both of them, from their point of view
anyway. Way I look at it, they both gave up whatever claim they
might have had when they buggered off. A claim is just as much
about undertaking to protect someone as it is about saying they
belong to you."
"But, your point of view won't matter when Angel
hears about us. He's going to see it as you trying to take what's
his?"
"It's a direct challenge as far as the demon's
concerned. The question's whether the man can or would want to
keep the demon in check. Which we won't find out till he gets
here."
"So if you've already basically asked for an
ass-kicking why didn't you just put your mark over the top? You
just passed up the ideal opportunity. Doesn't your demon want
that top mark to be his?"
"Buffyyy." Her name was almost a groan. "Yeah,
it does. Every time I see those marks or sense them they remind
me that you're not mine. That you're his, just like Dru. I'd like
nothing better than to put my mark over theirs, but if I ever
claim you it'll be as my mate not as some chattel. You don't belong
to me. I'm not your master and I don't want to be. So until you're
ready to call me your husband I'll live with their marks. Okay?"
"Very okay. But if you're right we still have
a problem."
"Unless you're planning some sort of pre-emptive
action, pet, it'll keep."
"What action?"
"Acting before anyone else can. Like say I was
to drive to LA tomorrow night."
"Don't you mean say we were to drive to LA?"
"Slayer, that was just an example. And the point
I was trying to make is that we've got better things to do, our
first night in your room, than talk about Grandpa." He leaned
down to kiss her, tightening his grip to pull her flush against
his body and then he rolled over onto his back bringing her with
him.
He teased at her lower lip, capturing it between
his and pulling at it, nibbling at it with a delighted smile.
She realised, she'd been pouting and her brain supplied the soundtrack.
'Gonna get it. Gonna get it.' Suddenly it hit home. She knew in
her head, knew in her heart that what they had really could work.
When she came out of Willow's spell she'd been grossed out about
how she could love someone she didn't even like. Since then he'd
become her confidant, her partner and companion on her nightly
patrols and her shaggin' partner (as Spike had once described
them) but she'd never seen that happy teasing side again until
earlier tonight. She hoped she would see it more often now that
they were really a couple.
She grinned widely, effectively ending Spike's
play.
"Wha' so funny, love?"
"Us. You. Good memories. Do you have any idea
how cute you are when you get all. like you just were?"
She screeched before she could stop herself.
His hands seemed to be all over her tickling in all her most sensitive
spots. His voice resonant with barely contained laughter. "The.
Big. Bad. Does. Not. Do. Cute." She squirmed all over his body,
trying to evade his teasing fingers but not trying so hard as
to move away from him. Her response coming out between her gasps
for air.
"No. but you do. cute and. you. do the. Big Bad."
Spike, perhaps, would have spent some time wondering
when he stopped being the Big Bad and started playing him were
it not for the fact that the woman he loved was moving around
on top of him in a way that made him want to pound her into the
mattress. All at once he was sitting upright with Buffy straddling
his lap. One hand was tangled in her hair and the other was pulling
her close, grinding his erection against her coarse curls. His
sudden kiss was deep and hard. Instead of resisting she gave herself
up to it, only pulling back when lack of oxygen had her gasping
to draw breath.
"Change," she managed in a hoarse whisper and
then she reclaimed his mouth without waiting to see if he would
comply with her request. She felt his bones move under her tongue,
heard all the cracking and grinding sounds clearer than ever before,
transmitted through her jaw bone instead of across still air.
Kissing a vampire in game face was something
that required a great deal of delicacy if no blood was to be spilled.
Instead Buffy deliberately ran her tongue over the sharp edges
of Spike's upper teeth, opening free-flowing cuts. She brushed
her tongue against his letting him savour the aphrodisiac. At
the first taste he froze in her embrace and his cock grew even
firmer as it rested between their bodies. When he resumed his
oral exploration his efforts were equally passionate, but more
tender, careful not to cause her further injury.
When the bleeding had slowed she drew back from
his kiss, taking the time to look into his golden eyes. Seeing
his discomfort under her gaze she knelt to place a kiss on his
ridged brow, following up with a multitude more all over the altered
planes of his face. Her fingers traced the contours of his demon
countenance ensuring their likeness was committed to memory, along
with those of the face he wore almost constantly now.
"You about finished yet, pet? Just there's some
things I'm wanting to do and if I stay looking like this they
might hurt. Besides, didn't you tell me only one vampire got you
hot?"
"Yeah, well that's true. Only I was kinda economical
with the truth about the rest of it. See I thought Angel got me
hot until this other vamp showed me what hot really was. An-"
She didn't get any further, Spike pushing her
over onto her back and fiercely claiming her mouth, the grinding
of bone presaging his return to human form even as he did so.
One hand moved to fondle her breasts, his other teasing the curls
at the junction of her thighs. He had folded his legs under as
he tipped her over, so whilst he leant forward from a kneeling
position, Buffy was lying with her hips on top of his thighs and
her legs either side of his waist. She reached behind his head
entwining her fingers in his hair and just when she was in need
of breath she pulled his mouth away and rolled them over onto
their sides freeing her legs.
Even though Spike had no need for breath, both
of them were panting when they pulled apart. A layer of sweat
coated Buffy's body and those parts of his where they had been
in contact.
Spike swiped along the hollow above her collar-bone
with his tongue, savouring her salt taste. "So this one vamp.
must be a lucky guy. Anyone I know?"
Buffy swung her legs around so that they were
once more lower down the bed than her head her shins resting against
the wrought iron at the bottom of the bed. She began kissing,
licking and nibbling her way down Spike's contoured chest and
abdomen, breaking off occasionally to answer her lover's question.
"Well, I could tell you that it was you. but what if I was lying.
there's really only one way to be sure." She slid further back
up the mattress and in one motion she opened herself to his exploration
and took the first few inches of his member into her mouth.
Spike needed no further invitation. He rested
his head on one golden thigh and sensuously stroked the inside
of her other causing all the tiny hairs there to stand on end,
his hand gradually moving closer to the juncture between her thighs.
Buffy's lips moved up and down his shaft swirling her tongue around
the tip at the end of each stroke, one small hand grasping the
base and mirroring the movement of her lips on those areas they
couldn't easily reach, the other applying steady kneading pressure
on his buttocks.
Ever conscious of the movements of her hot wet
mouth, Spike used his fingers to gently part her swollen outer
lips, the scent of their previous coupling arousing him further
still so that he couldn't wait to taste the juices that flowed
from her. He drew his tongue along the parted folds in a series
of slow broad strokes, teasing the rim of her opening with his
fingertips. He waited until he was close to release and then as
only the tip of his shaft was between her lips, he simultaneously
suckled on her clitoris and thrust two fingers into her hot, tight,
wet passage. A shudder passed through her entire body and she
released him, unable to concentrate on anything other than the
pulsing sensations originating between her legs and the feel of
Spike's fingers moving inside her.
Waves of sensation rippled out through her body
making her moan until she felt his teeth bite down on her clit.
She cried out his name as the waves reached an almost unbearable
peak.
He withdrew his wet fingers from her core, licking
them clean. Half-shut ultramarine eyes watched as she recovered.
He sat up and pulled her unresisting body into his arms, kissing
her on her neck and shoulders.
"Well, pet, I think we can safely say that that
question's been settled," he whispered not bothering to hide his
amusement, but still falling far short of his smug tone.
Buffy gave a gentle snort. "I guess it is." Her
hand moved to stroke his still rigid prick, "but I think we need
one more round, at least, to be sure."
"That sounds like a good idea from here, love."
He captured her lips in a tender kiss. "Did you have anything
in particular in mind?"
"Mmmh, something slow and hard and so deep that
it hurts."
"Oh yeah, I like it when naughty Buffy comes
out to play. Think we can manage that." Spike moved to kneel near
the centre of the bed facing the headboard. "Come over here, love,
just like this, but with your knees outside mine." Buffy did as
he asked and was rewarded as his cool hands explored her body
his body pressed to her back, his erection brushing between the
cheeks of her ass. "Now, pet, lace your fingers behind your neck
and lean forward so that your weight's on your elbows. That's
it." He bent over kissing her back, his hands still gently stroking
her breasts and flanks. "Ready, love?"
Buffy gave an almost imperceptible nod and he
reached behind him to hook her feet behind his thighs. He positioned
himself at her entrance thrusting just far enough that the tip
of his erection stayed held inside her. He leant forward and keeping
his arms straight he gradually rested his weight on her shoulder
blades, pushing her upper torso down almost as far as the mattress.
"Pet, I don't want to really hurt you, so if
you stop pressin' with your heels I'll stop pushin'." Spike felt
the pressure on his thighs increase and started to push into her
inch by inch. The sensation of easing slowly into her hot wet
folds had him murmuring endearments and encouragement. "Oh love.
so tight. so hot. so wet. beautiful." When he still had a few
inches to go she gave a surprised gasp and stopped pressing her
heels against his thighs. Spike froze in position.
"You okay, love?" he whispered, but before he
could finish the question the pressure on his upper legs returned.
Buffy replied from below him, her voice husky,
"hurts good." Spike smiled at her reply, pressing home those last
inches teasingly slowly. He waited several seconds letting her
body adjust to this deep position. Spike was sure he had never
known a heat like hers. When she took him in, it seemed that his
whole body was warmer than it had ever been when he was alive.
He began to withdraw only marginally less slowly than he had entered.
Her muscles gripped him even more tightly, her slayer abilities
granting her a strength and control that would require considerable
practice for most women.
"God, slayer, hurts so good," he moaned, and
had to pause before he came there and then. She kept up the pressure
until he was back at his starting point and then relaxed to allow
him to enter her once more. Each time she gasped when his dick
made contact with her ovaries but still she urged him in all the
way and squeezed him tight as he withdrew. Spike managed to keep
the slow rhythm going for almost a dozen thrusts before his self-control
gave and he found himself pounding into her faster and faster.
As he neared his climax he reached around her, his fingers flat
against her, grinding her labia into her pubic bone with a circular
motion that gave her a hint of pain but a whole lot more pleasure.
He felt the first flutterings building up in
her muscles, and her control had gone to hell as he'd increased
the pace, each thrust finding all the sensitive spots inside her.
She was gasping for breath, the air driven from her lungs repeatedly
by the force of his actions.
He whispered to her, words like dark honey. "Come
for me, love. come for Spike. let it out." Spasms wracked through
her and Spike wrapped his right arm round her waist holding her
to him as his left hand continued its ministrations drawing out
her orgasm to coincide with his own. As her tremors finally fell
away to nothing he pulled them both over onto their sides spooning
behind her, not wanting to draw out of her just yet.
"You're amazing, love. No-one ever made me feel
the way you do," he whispered, his cheek resting against her own,
one arm trapped between her shoulder and the pillows, the other
stroking up and down her side from her knees to her shoulders.
That was when he realised that she still had her fingers laced
behind her neck. He listened intently to her breathing. The evidence
was conclusive. She'd passed out.
With his one free hand, he loosened her fingers
and moved her arms to a more natural position before pulling as
much of the duvet over them as he could without rousing her. He
kissed her shoulder and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.
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