Author's Note: This fic is part of my Post-Chosen series, but like all the fics in that, it can be read as a stand-alone. All you need to know is shortly after "Not Fade Away," Spike got a heartbeat (though he still has super-strength, speed, etc.) and he and Buffy married. Also, the "Emma" referenced in this fic is another Slayer who has befriended both Spike and Buffy, as well as Dawn. For a chronological list of all the fics in this series, go here: http://www.dark-desire.org/blood/subpages/post-chosen.html
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Buffy wasn't quite sure why she'd let Emma talk her into this. It had seemed like a marginally good idea when the topic first came up, she supposed, though she'd always had her doubts. Emma herself had had more than enough experience in this arena, and had assured Buffy it wasn't really that big of a deal. A little painful, sure, but nothing a Slayer couldn't handle.
Now as she stood alone with Spike in their bedroom, the whole thing seemed positively insane. She played with the rings on her left hand, her head down as the wheels turned in her mind. Emma and Dawn had taken Spike and Buffy's infant daughter, Anne, for the night in order to allow the couple to enjoy some "alone time" for their first wedding anniversary.
It had been during the same conversation that Emma and Dawn had offered their babysitting services that the topic of this had also come up. At first, Buffy had dismissed it outright, but somehow, her mind had been swayed. Emma had insisted she thought Spike would like it, and eventually, Buffy had decided it was something she could do.
Now, she was beyond not sure about that, nor was she sure Spike would actually like it.
And what if he didn't? What if he absolutely hated it? Then she'd be in a bit of a spot…
"Luv?"
Buffy looked up sharply at the sound of Spike's voice. "What?"
"I think I lost you there for a bit," Spike said as he ran his hand down her arm. "Something on your mind?"
"No," Buffy lied, shaking her head.
"You're not fooling me, pet," Spike replied as he brought his hand up to run it through her long, golden hair. "For one thing, you're blushing like a virgin here, and we both know you're far from one of those." He winked, his tongue running over his teeth, and somehow, it made her blush even more.
"I'm fine," Buffy said, trying to convince both him and herself. "I guess I'm just a little jittery."
"About sex?" Spike asked, his eyebrow arched. Since when was Buffy jittery about that?
"Well, it's a big night, our first anniversary and all," Buffy replied, her gaze dropping again.
"Luv, you weren't this nervous on our wedding night. As a matter of fact, I distinctly remember you tackling me as soon as we got into the honeymoon suite. Knocked me right to the ground and had your wicked way with me, you did." Spike couldn’t help the blissful smile that came to his lips at the memory.
"I know, but…" Buffy trailed off. Maybe she was just being silly. This was Spike after all. Her partner, her husband, her soul mate. She had no reason to be nervous about anything that went on between the two of them.
She took a deep breath, then approached him, the red silk of the dress she'd worn out to dinner swishing around the tanned skin of her legs as she did. Spike watched her appreciatively, his tongue running over his lips as his eyes grew darker with lust. "Kitten's ready to play then?" he asked, glad to see the switch in her mood.
Buffy responded by grabbing hold of his belt buckle and jerking him closer to her before tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck and bringing his lips to hers for a rough kiss. Spike moaned against her mouth, his hips thrusting, and she got an idea.
If she could drive him wild enough, Spike would most likely be susceptible to anything that had to do with her and bare flesh.
Plan decided upon, Buffy sank to her knees, grinning to herself at Spike's deep intake of breath from her actions. She hadn't even released him from of his trousers yet, and already he was trembling with the exertion from keeping himself under control.
Yes, this could work…
Buffy's hands went back to his belt buckle, and she undid it quickly before opening his pants and pulling his cock out into her hands. It was hard and heavy, desperate for her touch, and Buffy was more than willing to give it to him. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, slowly tasting him. Spike groaned in pleasure and frustration, his fists clenched at his sides as he fought the desire to make her take more in.
Needing to give more teasing than fulfillment for things to go her way, Buffy continued her slow tongue bath, moving from the tip to lick up and down the sides of his cock, never taking him fully into her mouth. Spike panted above her, watching her through hooded eyelids.
Buffy looked up, met his eyes, and winked before she let a couple inches into her mouth, only to pull back up, scraping him lightly with her teeth as she did. Spike swore, his fists growing tighter.
"Buffy…pet, please," Spike begged her, desperate for more than her teasing.
She didn't give it to him. Instead, she reached back into his pants and brought out his balls to torment them with her tongue as well.
Spike was whimpering, babbling, and still Buffy didn't give him what he wanted. She licked and teased, working him into a frenzy.
Until finally, her hard work paid off. With a growl that reminded her of the vampire he'd once been, Spike hauled Buffy off the ground and tossed her on the bed. He snarled as he covered her body with his, tearing at her dress in his desperation to get her bare.
She winced a little as she heard the fabric tear—it hadn't been cheap, nor had it been old—but she deemed it a small price to pay.
Besides, Spike was damn hot when he was like this, so why complain?
Her now-ripped thong joined her dress on the floor, and Buffy congratulated herself on a job well-done. Spike's mind was clearly set on one-track now.
His fingers pushed inside of her, taking her by surprise, and Buffy gasped in pleasure, thrusting her hips as he pushed the long digits in and out of her, his teeth nipping at her neck.
She ripped his shirt open, regretting the ruination of the deep blue garment even more than what he'd done to her dress. It had gone so well with his eyes…
But she had no patience for buttons at a time like this, so the shirt had to be sacrificed.
Spike let her push his shirt off his shoulders, then kick off his pants with her feet. Buffy was grateful he'd had the presence of mind to take off his boots before things had gotten very heated. She hated having to stop long enough for him to get rid of those things, seeing as they tended to be more of a hassle to remove than all the other easily-torn fabrics.
He removed his fingers and thrust into her without preamble, and Buffy cried out in pleasure, ready for him to fill her. Their first round of the night never seemed to come with a lot of foreplay, though that had never been something that had bothered her. Once they'd taken the edge off, there was plenty of time to play.
Now was about raw need and want, and that was something she never wanted to lose with him.
He slammed into her mercilessly, grunting against her ear, and Buffy clung to him, crying out whenever a particularly hard thrust would hit her just right.
And somewhere in the haze of her lust-filled brain, she found the ability to congratulate herself on a job well done.
Distraction accomplished.
Until Spike decided to change his position.
It was a small change, really. He merely pulled himself onto his knees, Buffy's hips at an upward angle as her legs wrapped around him. He grabbed onto her hips to steady himself, then came to an abrupt stop.
Buffy panted, frowning as she stared to ask him what was going on, until she saw where he was currently staring and remembered her dilemma.
Spike's thumb stroked the skin of her left hip, a look of concentration on his face before he looked up and met her eyes.
"Um, Buffy, pet—where did this come from?"
"Where did what come from?" Buffy asked, trying unsuccessfully to play dumb. It didn't work, which she'd already guessed anyway, and she bit her lip as Spike's scarred eyebrow arched up.
"I…I got it a few days ago," Buffy admitted.
Spike's thumb ran over the spot again. "You told me you were wearing a bandage there because you got hurt out on patrol."
"I didn't want you to see it until tonight." Her eyes turned away from his. "You hate it."
"I didn't say that," Spike responded. "Just surprised me, is all. Never figured you for the type."
Buffy blushed, still not able to look at her husband. It all seemed so silly now… If she looked up, Spike would probably be trying not to laugh at her.
Spike slid out of her body, and Buffy started to pull up, now convinced she'd completely ruined the night and he was going to wig. Instead, however, Spike placed his hand firmly against her abdomen to keep her in place.
"Hold on there, pet. I'm trying to get a better look, yeah?"
Another uncharacteristic blush rising to her cheeks, Buffy nodded. "Okay."
Spike moved until he was eyelevel with her bare hip in order to inspect the new mark on her bronzed skin. It took him a moment to register exactly what it was, but when he did, a smile broke over his face.
Buffy's left hip was now decorated with a blood-red heart, a cross positioned over it.
A cross formed from a railroad spike and a wooden stake.
The simple symbolism of the design spoke volumes to him, and Spike ghosted his fingers over the tattoo. "Is it real?"
"Yeah," Buffy said softly. "But…but there's always that laser surgery, so…"
"No. Don't," Spike said quickly, cutting her off. "I like it."
Hesitantly, Buffy turned her eyes back towards him. "You do?"
"Mmm hmm. It's rather sexy, luv." For emphasis, Spike leaned in and kissed the spot, making Buffy moan softly.
Spike kissed her there again before he pulled up slightly. "It just surprised me seeing it there, is all. What made you decide to go do this?"
Buffy let out a deep breath, trying to push away her nervousness now that she'd discovered it was all unfounded. "Well, I went to talk to Dawn and Emma about taking Annie for the night, when I saw Dawn had a tattoo…"
Suddenly, Spike was sitting up. "What? She what? When did she do this? Is she bloody crazy?"
Buffy looked at him in confusion. "Why are you freaking out now? You were okay with mine."
"Because on you, it's sexy. On Dawn… No. She's…she's." He stopped, his head cocked to the side. "Can we ground her?"
"I don't think so. She is eighteen, Spike. Plus, I went and did this, so…"
"And how exactly did this happen?" Spike asked when Buffy trailed off. "You saw your little sis had a tattoo and decided you had to have one, too?"
"No," Buffy replied, shaking her head. Then, she frowned. "To be honest, I'm not exactly sure how it happened. I saw Dawn had one on her ankle—it's a little green key, not surprisingly—and at first I was sorta freaking, but then somehow she and Emma convinced me to go get one myself."
Spike couldn't help but chuckle. "They can be persuasive, especially when they're together."
"I know. It's scary." Buffy glanced down almost shyly. "But you really do like it?"
"I do," Spike assured her, his voice changing to low and husky. "Nice lil' reminder that you're mine." He leaned down again and ran his tongue over the tattoo, making Buffy moan. "And that I'm yours, too."
"From now until the end of eternity," Buffy replied softly.
Spike moved his mouth up from her hip to her lips, kissing Buffy deeply until she was writhing beneath him again. Deciding he'd been out of her long enough, Spike surged inside again, making Buffy gasp into his mouth. The short interruption had done nothing to temper his desire for his wife, and soon, Spike was thrusting hard into her again, driving them both closer and closer to the edge.
Buffy's breath hitched, her body stiffening. All thoughts of the tattoo and her worries concerning it were a thing of the past as her world narrowed to center on Spike and Spike alone. A year of marriage and a baby between them now, and still, she wanted him as much as she ever had.
And from the way he was taking her now, Buffy would say the feeling was definitely mutual.
Spike's world was quickly spiraling out of control, and when he felt Buffy clamp down hard around his cock and scream his name in orgasm, he lost all semblance of restraint. He leaned forward, his face pressed against her neck as his thrusts grew harder, making Buffy slide up towards the headboard.
He came with a roar, followed by his teeth sinking into her flesh, at the junction of her neck and shoulder. His cock spasmed inside of her, triggering another orgasm in Buffy, the world seeming to darken around her for a moment.
They collapsed in a sweaty heap, and Spike rolled them over, cradling Buffy against him as he struggled to catch his breath.
Buffy reached up to touch the mark now at her neck, wincing a little as she did. "You bit me again."
"Sorry, pet," Spike replied, though his tone sounded less than apologetic. "Old habits and all that."
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You just like marking me, don't you?"
"I do," Spike admitted with a grin. He reached down and ran his hand over her hip. "Although now it looks like you went and did it for me."
"And yet, you're still all with the bitey," Buffy said. "Couldn't you at least keep it to winter months only so I could cover up these hickeys from hell?"
"Nope. I like it when they show. I have to make up for all those times back in the day when you were all…" He stopped, bringing his voice up to a falsetto. "No, Spike, not where they can see."
Buffy slapped his chest. "I so do not sound like that. Besides, a lot of good that really did me. You kept biting my ass, you freak."
Spike's grin grew larger. "Did you really expect any better of me? 'Cause if you did, you were even more delusional than I thought."
Buffy responded to that with a roll of her eyes. "Remind me why I love you again?
"'Cause I'm bloody irresistible," Spike replied plainly.
She giggled. "Oh yeah."
Then, Buffy looked up and met his eyes, and the mood changed. The depth of emotion she always saw there still frightened her a little, though she knew she could never reject it again. She'd let Spike be hers now.
And she was completely his.
Tenderly, she stroked his cheek, smiling at the way he arched into her touch. "Happy anniversary, Spike," she said softly.
Spike reached up and laid his hand over hers. "Happy anniversary, Buffy."
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