Chapter 2.01
Monday, May 6th, 2002
Spike pulled off Buffy's boots dropping them
into the foot-well behind him as he moved over to the other side
of the car.
"Angel Investigations, we help the helpless,"
came the voice on the other end of the line.
Spike picked up the cell-phone from where it
rested in Buffy's lap, moving it to the rear window ledge of the
car so that the wire for the hands-free kit was no longer in the
way of the buttons down the front of her blouse.
"Didn't that use to be hopeless, Cordelia?" Buffy
watched the pale elegant fingers deftly freeing her breasts of
their cotton confinement, as she spoke. She hoped Cordelia hadn't
noticed that her breathing was already quickening and he had yet
to touch her flushed skin.
"Buffy? Is that you? And yes." Buffy automatically
leaned forward so that when he eased the material over her shoulders
it simply drifted down and she had just to lift her hands to be
rid if it.
"Tell me you didn't just let Angel know I'm on
the phone. please." Punishing her for using Angel's name he leant
forward and bit down gently on her nearest nipple, gradually increasing
jaw pressure until she was just short of moaning her pleasure
down the phone to the other woman. Talented fingers alternately
stroked and kneaded at her other breast before using a circling
motion so light it was almost as if he wasn't touching her to
tease the nipple into a sharp hard peak.
"You're safe. There's only me and Groo, who you
don't know, here. So if you don't want to speak to Angel, I hope
it's me you want because Wes doesn't work here any more. And if
you want to know that story then you're going to have to talk
to tall, dark and broody because explaining what's happening round
here to his ex is not part of my job description.
Neither is guarding a portal from an untold hell
dimension so foul the powers that be don't actually allow portals
to go there, but hey, we'll let that one pass."
Spike rolled the tip between his fingers before
he gave a sharp twist, making her gasp in surprise just in time
to make it sound as if she were drawing breath to continue as
Cordelia finished. "Are you having your calls transferred or something?"
'Way to go with the inane comments,' thought Buffy, but
then who in their right mind could expect her to think clearly
while Spike was doing what he was doing.
"No, no. It's here, in the hotel lobby. But there's
only been one really big scary demon come through so far and it's
dead, so. what's with the phone call."
Spike's mouth moved to her other breast, suckling
gently this time as if to make up for the earlier pain. His hands
moved down to the tops of her jeans. This time before she spoke
Buffy wove her fingers through the blond curls in front of her,
pulling Spike's head back so she could meet his gaze. She let
her eyes pass on the message that there was only one vampire she
was thinking about.
"Okay, how is Angel?"
Spike gently traced along the line of her jeans
using one cool finger until her stomach muscles tightened making
it easier to deal swiftly with the zip and button holding the
stiff fabric in place. He brought one knee up over her body wedging
it between her and the seat back so that he straddled her just
above her knees. His hands slid round behind her body pushing
down the thick denim and flimsy white thong all in one movement
and cradling her buttocks as her hips bucked up toward him
"Oh, you know, kinda preoccupied, busy, that
long involved story it's really not my place to tell, let's just
say family business and leave it at that," Cordelia responded
with faux brightness.
His hands were already supporting her weight
and one quick motion brought Buffy's pelvis level with his. Her
eyes widened in surprise and he smiled his amusement as he nuzzled
her neck and ground their pelvises together.
"Okay. I've got some personal news that I thought
would come better if you two both heard it from me rather than
anyone else. You could say it's family business too."
Spike nibbled, licked and kissed his way down
the centre of Buffy's body as he moved back to his original kneeling
position to remove her jeans. The soft silky fabric of his worn
coat lining brushed against her legs and back, where he had spread
it over the chill, cracked leather of the DeSoto's back seat.
The leather scent from the coat was almost gone after so many
years of wear and unless you were a vampire your nose would almost
have to touch it to pick up on that element of its scent. It smelled
of cigarette smoke, and spicy cologne and just the lightest undertone
of bourbon.
"So spill. You finally stake Drusilla or what?"
as always Cordelia spoke her mind.
As Spike finished pulling off her jeans, Buffy
wriggled her arms into the sleeves of the oversized coat, inhaling
the scents that permeated its make-up, conjuring memories of numerous
times its perfume had enveloped her at the height of her passion.
As he threw her jeans and underwear aside he realised what she
had done and was unable to contain a possessive growl.
"I'm engaged."
A beautiful naked woman who had just announced
her commitment to him lay in front of him, wearing only his ring
and his coat, which reeked of his scent. Her arousal was evident
to his sensitive nostrils and he could barely wait to stake his
claim to her one more time. Instead he looked straight into her
eyes and mouthed the words 'I. Love. You. I. Want. You. Forever.'
"Congratulations. I'll be sure to tell Angel
when there's a suitable moment. Is this the army guy or is it
a new one?" Cordelia conveyed the message that in her opinion
a personal visit or even phone call was unnecessary, just avoiding
sounding brusque.
Spike moved Buffy until she was lying on her
side resting against the seat back.
"Not the army guy," Buffy said dryly, as Spike
moved from his kneeling position between the front and back seats
to lie next to her, squirming against her almost naked body to
get maximum contact. Holding her tight he rolled onto his back.
He wanted to watch his leather-clad angel move above him.
"Too damn right, cheerleader," growled
Spike into the microphone that dangled near the hollow of Buffy's
throat.
There was a slight gasp at the other end of the
line. "Buffy, that sounded like."
"When I said it was family business I didn't
just mean my family." Spike's hands slid under the coat, one tracing
patterns on her back with his fingertips. The other stretching
over the curve of her bottom so that a fingertip teased her moist
entrance as she lay atop him.
"You're engaged to Spike!"
He worked his way between her outer lips and
slid up to his first joint inside of her, easing her drenched
muscles ever so slightly looser before bringing the finger to
his mouth and sucking it clean. His gaze stayed on her face the
whole time, her eyes darkening as she followed his actions.
"Now you see why we'd like to come up there and
try to break the news gently. Spike seems to think that as soon
as Angel hears he's going to regress straight back to all the
macho vampire dominance crap. So, I figure we might as well come
visit and get it all over and done with. Not that there's anything
short of sending Spike home in a dust-buster that he can do to
change my mind and if he does that he'll have one pissed off slayer
on his hands."
Buffy sat up slightly, resting her elbows on
Spike's chest as she tackled the buttons on the front of his shirt.
Spike moaned low in his throat at the delay. Soon, however her
hands slithered down between their bodies, working loose the fastenings
on his jeans that were strained even tighter than normal.
"Right now, I'd say he's a little preoccupied,"
Cordelia commented in reference to Angel.
Buffy's hands worked on freeing her lover's throbbing
erection from the denim encasing it.
"Not the only one," muttered Spike.
"This business, I don't suppose it would be important
enough that some extra help might persuade him not to start a
fight with Spike?" Buffy tried to see a way around this conflict.
The vampire frowned slightly at the suggestion.
It felt wrong that so valuable a prize could ever be his without
conflict. Surely Angel would never surrender his claim uncontested.
Not unless the Poof had finally got over his feelings for Buffy,
but if five hundred years in hell hadn't made any difference he
doubted a couple of years in LA would. Either that or whatever
was going on was big with a capital B.
All such thoughts vanished however as Buffy held
his dick in her hand nudging his jeans down just far enough to
rest his balls in her other.
"I don't honestly know."
Vampires were supposed to be able to sense family
members and identify them by scent. Would the same apply to kin
who were conceived rather than made? If so, Spike could be useful
if they were still trying to track Connor tomorrow. The question
was whether Spike would be able to defend himself if he found
the teenager. Willow had long ago filled in Cordelia about Spike's
little trip to the vet's.
"We'll take our chances. We'll come up tomorrow
after I finish work. We should get there about nine. I'll leave
it up to you how much you think you should tell him before we
get there. It might not come as such a shock to him if you can
pave the way a bit. Hope nobody has to take a swan-dive off a
tower to shut your portal.
Family emergencies not withstanding it'd be nice
to see you again."
"You too, I think, but I'm not so sure about
Spike."
Buffy yanked the cable loose from both the phone
and her ear throwing it on the back windowsill of the car. Then
she folded the phone in half replacing it in the pocket of the
leather coat. Aware of Spike's gaze she took the time to flick
the hem of the coat to fan out behind her before bending forward
to claim his mouth, making up for lost time on the phone.
Spike's hands roamed without pattern or reason
underneath the supple leather desperate to touch as much of her
as possible, to make every inch his and his alone. However, Buffy
was moving down his body further out of his reach as she explored
his bare chest with her hands and then her mouth, sucking and
nibbling each nipple until, like hers, they were almost painfully
hard. Her tongue traced a trail almost to his navel before cramped
conditions prevented her from moving further down past Spike's
upraised knees. Spike pushed against the car door with his booted
feet straightening his legs until he sat with his back against
the other door.
Buffy shifted down his body again, parting his
legs as far as his jeans would allow using her knees, so she could
kneel between them rather than straddling them. With just the
tip of her tongue she traced the ridge that ran up the front of
his cock, travelling all the way up his length before using her
whole tongue to swirl round the top. She took him deep into her
mouth, before sliding back up and using her tongue to spread fresh
pre-cum mixed with her saliva over the tip once more. She repeated
this pattern several times, alternating licking his full length
and taking him into her mouth, one hand cupping his balls, gently
fondling them until he moaned first at the pleasurable sensation
and then begging her to stop, his hands clenched over the seat
backs to either side.
"Please. gotta stop. can't hold it any longer.
want to be inside you."
Buffy straightened up moving onto his lap and
he swung round in his seat and sat slightly forward. Raising herself
up on her knees Buffy used one hand to guide him into her wet
vagina, lowering herself onto him a fraction of an inch at a time.
Spike repressed the almost overpowering urge to close his eyes
and watched her face instead as his thick shaft stretched the
muscles of her hot tight core little by little. As she finally
reached the end of that first stroke she took his face in both
her hands. She watched his eyes and whispered, "I want you. I
love you. Forever."
Her words stole the last of his self-control.
As he came inside her in a cool white rush, his blue eyes turned
to gold and his visage changed to that of the demon. With a growled,
"Mine!" his teeth sank into the flesh of her neck, high up above
the coat's collar. He managed to make the bite a clean one resisting
the urge to tear at her flesh, but she bore the marks of all his
teeth, not just his fangs though most of the marks were shallow.
His involuntary movement inside her as he came, and more especially
his gentle suckling at his bite and the knowledge he had dropped
that last vestige of control brought her to a trembling climax
in his arms. As he withdrew his mouth from her neck, her forehead
came to rest against his. "Yours. forever," she whispered.
'Shit!' thought the vampire. Nevertheless,
he nicked his tongue on his fangs so that his blood and hers mingled
as he lapped patiently at the wound until the bleeding stopped.
'How the hell am I going to explain this?' he thought as he resumed
his human form once more.
He held her tight until her trembling finally
stopped and then stroked her back through the leather in reassuring
circles. As her blood had hit his mouth he had hardened again
inside her and the feel of being enveloped in her hot wet grip
was intoxicating but before he could even think about satisfaction
he had to tackle a rather difficult subject.
"Buffy, do you know what happened there? Do you
understand the significance of it."
"You bit me, I assume that means you claimed
me and since you said you weren't going to do that until I was
ready to call you husband, I guess that was like a vampire wedding
then."
"Not really. I meant to explain all this to you
before anything like this happened. For it to be a marriage, you
would have to claim me, the same way I've claimed you, and I would
have to acknowledge your claim over me.
Once the claim is reciprocated, if we were both
vampires we would have an empathic link. If we were close enough,
unless one of us made a conscious effort to block the link we'd
be able to pick up on each other's emotions. Nothing overpowering,
just an awareness of what the other is feeling. Regardless of
distance, we'd also know if the other was killed or seriously
hurt.
When two vampires bond and one is stronger than
the other, then the weaker one's abilities tend to improve. If
a vampire has the ability to reform after being staked, like Drac,
the bond isn't broken when they're dusted. I don't know whether
that means the bond goes beyond death or not.
It's rare for a vampire to take a human mate,
more often than not the human is turned first, but I think it
has happened occasionally. As far as I know, it's never happened
between a vampire and a slayer, but then that's the sort of thing
the Council of Wankers would work very hard to cover up. There's
no way to know what effect there would be if you reciprocated
my claim, which is why I intended to see if Giles could dig up
anything before we got this far."
The vampire looked into her face making sure
she could see the truth of his next words.
"Buffy, I never intended to have this happen
as anything other than a mutual thing. I fully intended to let
you know all the facts and have you speak to Giles and then come
to an informed decision and if you wanted to then I thought we'd
do it together.
I definitely expected it to be something a bit
more romantic than a quick shag in the back of the car. It's just
when you said what you did, bye-bye self-control. I'm sorry, pet.
You can shag me seven ways from Sunday and I'll happily keep myself
in check, but you can't expect me to be all self-restraint when
you take me in to the hilt, look me in the eye, and tell me you
love me. Even what I did wouldn't make a claim if you hadn't said
you were mine.
So, we have several options. We could leave things
as they are, but I think that might be a bit unfair on you." Spike
blew gently on the healing bite wound on the side of Buffy's neck.
Her reaction tightened both her stomach muscles and also the muscles
in her vagina pulling him deeper into her. "As you could probably
tell, the bite mark becomes like a sort of super erogenous zone,
which is fine when turn about is fair play, but puts you at a
disadvantage when I can have you wettin' your knickers with the
slightest touch. Actually that probably does just about make us
even 'cause I get a hard-on pretty much whenever you walk in the
room anyway."
Buffy smiled at him. "It's kinda hard not to
notice especially in this position. And who says you weren't on
a level footing before?" Buffy gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
"We can wait and see what Giles says when he
gets back to us, however long that may take. We could even ring
him back later tonight and try to catch him before he leaves for
work in the morning and tell him what a balls-up I've made of
things. See if that gets his arse in gear.
Or we say, bugger it. We can't go back so we
might as well go forward and we do this properly, make things
mutual now, without waiting to see what Giles has to say. As far
as I know there are no adverse side effects, strengths are shared
not weaknesses but there aren't any guarantees. And no matter
what Giles finds, in the end it's going to be an individual case."
She searched his face, trying to find the clues
she needed. "You want to do this, don't you?"
"Buffy, it isn't my choice. It has to be yours.
I want it. It's a stronger bond even than marriage, but I'm also
scared for you. I don't expect it to work that way, but what if
you began to be affected by sunlight? Just because I've only ever
heard of sharing strengths doesn't mean there's not a chance you'd
end up with my weaknesses."
"What time is it now in England?" Buffy asked.
"Eight hours later than it is here, somewhere
around midnight. and, love, not that you can go, but I think you're
supposed to be starting work about now."
"Wh-what?"
"Your neck, it's a bit obvious. You're either
going to have to phone in sick or at the very least make some
sort of excuse for being late so you can put a bandage on it,
cover it up somehow. The barbecue fork excuse is not going to
cut it."
"Great. Nice one, Fang Face." Buffy scrambled
off his lap none too carefully, and started hunting through her
gym bag till she found her make-up case, which held a small compact.
"Hey, I was kinda hoping we'd both have some
use for that in the future. Try to leave it attached!" Spike whinged.
Buffy meanwhile tried to angle the mirror to
see the extent of the damage, not aided by the dim light in the
car's interior. "Shit. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"
Spike stuck his hand into the pocket of his coat
rummaging around despite Buffy's protests until he found his cell-phone.
Once he had it in his hand he flipped it open and pressed a button.
The phone gave a small beep, and Spike held it up to his ear.
"Hell on earth," he spoke into the microphone.
A series of different notes followed and then she heard a ring
tone, which was finally answered by Lorraine's voice.
"Double Meat Palace, how can I help?"
"Hello, I'd like to speak to the duty manager,
please." Spike's voice lost all of its normal roughness, becoming
a model for well-mannered charm.
"Speaking, this is Lorraine."
"Hi. I'm calling on behalf of my girlfriend,
Buffy Summers. I'm afraid she's not going to be able to make it
in today for her shift."
"Oh, will she be okay for the rest of her shifts
this week or should I arrange cover?"
"I couldn't say for sure. She's been attacked
by some sort of animal, and she's lost some blood, but the bleeding
seems to have eased off now. I think she might be going into shock
though, so I was just going to take her home, put her to bed and
get someone to have a look at her."
Buffy didn't know, whether to laugh or hit him
and steal the phone and try to repair the damage, which was of
course impossible anyway.
"Ahhh." Spike guessed that maybe the manager
had picked up on Sunnydale's brand of animal attacks. "It sounds
potentially serious, maybe I should make some provisional arrangements
for cover."
"That could be for the best. Buffy's a very determined
girl and she makes up her own mind about these things, but I know
I'd be happier if she took some time to recover.
The fact is that Buffy was intending to hand
her notice in today, anyway.
You know that she's her younger sister's guardian?"
"No, I don't think I did. It may have been discussed
when she originally started work here, but I only recently transferred
to this branch."
"Yes, well, the hours and working evenings and
weekends have tended to mean she has very little time with her.
Let's just say the situation at home has forced her to consider
looking for something more appropriate. With what's happened today,
it wouldn't surprise me if she didn't make it back at all, but
as I said before, you can't predict what she'll do.
I'm sure she'll be well enough to speak to you
herself tomorrow and let you know whether she'll be in for the
rest of the week."
"Yes, well, thank you for calling, Mr."
"William, just William's fine."
"Well, thank you, William. I hope Buffy's going
to be okay."
"I'm sure a day or two in bed will have her feeling a lot better,"
said Spike with a wicked smirk before he closed the phone.
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