Chapter 1 – Daughter of Fate
“Spike, be careful with it,” Buffy said, watching him carry the heavy box over the threshold. “Be careful… Be careful!”
Jumping when he dropped the box on a nearby chair and spun around, her eyes widened as Spike’s face shifted. “One more word out of you, Princess, and I’m moving into a bleeding crypt,” he growled.
“Sir, yes, sir!” she said in a sharp voice, standing up straighter, trying to suppress a giggle when he narrowed his eyes on her.
“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, Summers?” he asked, slowly approaching her.
“I know you think I am,” she said with a smile, running her hands over his chest when he reached her.
Closing her eyes when she felt his lips against hers, Buffy sighed, eagerly deepening the kiss when she felt his arms band around her waist. Feeling his tongue brush along hers, she shivered in excitement, pulling away after a moment.
“We still have a lot of things to unload,” she said with a pout.
“Sod it,” Spike muttered, crushing his lips to hers again.
Smiling against his lips, she ran her hands through his hair, freeing it from the gel as he lifted her into his arms, holding her close.
Thrusting his erection against her, Spike fisted a hand in her hair, gaining more control over her.
Feeling lightheaded, Buffy hesitantly pushed him away, closing her eyes when he trailed kisses along her jaw before biting her neck with his blunt teeth.
“Spike,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, she guided him toward his mark. “Please.”
Vaguely hearing a car door, Spike pulled away, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself. Hearing Buffy whimper in need, he pressed another quick kiss to her lips, seeing the uncertainty in her gaze.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked in concern.
“What?” she replied, her voice distant and distracted. “Oh… uh… nothing,” she said, shaking her head. Clearing her throat in an attempt to change the subject, she walked toward the front of the house. “I guess we really need to finish this.”
“Don’t give me that tone of voice,” Spike replied with an amused smile. “My vote was for the movers, but apparently the popular vote was to move in ourselves.”
“Well, it was actually the popular vote that we all load you up, since you’re the one with super-strength, and then you can bring everything into the house,” Buffy replied, suppressing a grin.
“Excuse me?” he said with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s a compliment,” she said with a bright smile.
“I seem to recall you having your own strength, as well,” he replied.
“Aww, baby, you always told me my strength was in the bedroom,” she said, smiling when his eyes darkened. “You’re always so sensitive,” she said, backing away from him when he slowly advanced on her until she was pressed against a nearby wall.
“I’m not the only one,” he said in a husky voice, slipping a hand between her thighs, smiling when she closed her eyes as her breathing became labored. Studying her for a moment while her face flushed, he moved to kiss her, pulling away when he heard a noise at the front door. “We’ll finish this later,” he whispered, brushing a kiss to her cheek.
“I’m holding you to that,” she said, pushing away from the wall to go back into the main room, seeing her father and Cordelia bringing boxes into the living room.
“Was wondering if you two were gonna show up,” Spike said, walking in behind her.
“Be glad we’re helping at all,” Angel muttered, setting a box down. “We have our own problems to worry about.” Turning around, he came face-to-face with his daughter’s wide green eyes. “Not that I would pass up the opportunity to help you, sweetheart.”
Smiling brightly, Buffy stood on her tiptoes to kiss her father’s cheek before the group made their way back to the truck to finish moving their belongings into the house.
“How’s the remodeling going with the hotel?” Buffy asked, picking up one of the heavier boxes and turning toward her father and Cordelia.
“Good,” Cordy said, nodding slightly. “Still have to get up to code on a few things, but for a few months work, I think we’re doing a good job.”
“It should open on schedule,” Angel said, following his daughter back into the house. Setting the boxes down on the newly purchased dining room table, Angel gently kissed Buffy’s temple. “I’m glad you’re moving here.”
“Me, too,” she said, smiling up at him.
After a year of enjoying the perks of being human, Angel had soon realized that he would have to do something about Angel Investigations. As strong as he was, it still worried Cordelia when he went out to patrol alone. Between the two of them, they had decided to restore the Hyperion to former glory. One phone call to Buffy and Spike in Las Vegas had them agreeing to move to Los Angeles and maintain the demon population.
“Of course, it would have been a little nicer if Peaches had chipped in on the house,” Spike said, walking through the door with Cordelia.
“Be nice,” Buffy scolded, walking over to her mate and wrapping her arms around his waist as she rested her chin against his shoulder. “He paid for the move. They have enough of their own expenses right now.”
“Wanting to retire so his daughter can carry on the family business,” Spike said, seeing Angel glower at him.
“As if either of you had a choice in the matter,” Cordelia said, exchanging a look with Buffy, knowing that the young woman wouldn’t do anything just because her father or the man she loved asked her to. She was strong enough to make her own choices, not depend on the men in her life to do that for her.
“Let’s get this finished,” Angel said, walking out the door.
Buffy gave Spike a pleading look, silently asking him to behave himself.
Spike sighed, gently kissing the top of Buffy’s head before following the other man outside.
Following them after a moment, Buffy had to smile when she saw Angel giving Spike orders as they tried to maneuver the couch down the ramp.
Just because Angel was no longer a vampire didn’t mean that he wasn’t Buffy’s father. The same was true with Spike. Human or vampire, he was still Spike’s grandsire, and both accepted the relationship to the same degree that they always had.
It didn’t mean Spike would always listen to Angel, but there was still an amount of respect that he held for the other man.
Cordelia soon joined Buffy on the porch, smiling at the two men as they argued back and forth.
“What do you say we leave them to their own devices and we start unpacking?”
Raising an eyebrow when Spike dropped his end of the couch on the driveway, forcing Angel to drop his, as well, she nearly laughed when her mate threw himself onto the couch, fed up with Angel’s orders.
“Sounds good,” Buffy said with a smile, turning her back on the argument as she followed Cordelia into the house.
* * * * *
Falling back on the bare mattress of her bed, Buffy instinctively knew that the sun was about to rise as she closed her eyes in exhaustion.
“I didn’t know we had so much stuff in our apartment,” she said when she sensed Spike walk into the room.
“Would have been a lot less if you hadn’t gone shopping for months before we came,” he teased, lying down next to her.
“It’s a big house for the two of us,” she said, rolling over and wrapping an arm around his waist as she rested her head against his chest. “I wanted to have it all ready to live in.”
“You forgot that means that we have to ‘ready’ it,” Spike said, closing his eyes as he tenderly ran a hand through her hair, relaxing both of them with the simple touch.
“Thought that was half the fun,” she replied with a yawn.
“Going to sleep so soon, baby?” he asked in a husky whisper.
“So soon?” she asked, suppressing another yawn. “It’s almost sunrise.”
“Thought we had a little something to finish,” he said, leaning over to gently bite her neck, sending her hips automatically thrusting against his thigh.
“Spike,” she whispered, her voice thick with desperation while he easily stripped her of her pants. “More.”
Maneuvering her until she was straddling his waist, Spike smiled as he shook his head. “Not so fast, Goldilocks,” he said, pulling her shirt over her head. “You’ll have to earn it,” he said with an evil smirk.
Biting her lip as her hips began to move with his, Buffy eagerly pushed his shirt up his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath her fingertips, smiling when he sat up to quickly pull it off.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Spike took a nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he held her close.
Buffy arched against his mouth, threading her fingers through his hair. Feeling Spike’s hands abandon her waist as he quickly unbuckled his belt, she helped him push the jeans over his hips, freeing his erection.
Raising up onto her knees, she positioned him at her entrance, sinking onto him with a strangled cry.
Holding her hips in a brutal grip, Spike guided her movements, feeling the tension in her body. Pulling back to look at her face, his gaze darkened as he watched her.
Throwing her head back, Buffy dug her fingernails into his shoulders, her eyes closing as tremors of pleasure ran through her body.
“Open your eyes.”
Hearing the command in his voice, Buffy did as she was told, looking deep into his eyes.
Jerking her forward for a brutal kiss, Spike slowly broke away, holding her to him as he slowly moved his lips along her jaw. Kissing along her throat, he could feel her trembling in his arms.
“Please,” she whispered, closing her eyes and leaning more heavily into him. “Spike, please.”
Finally sensing that his features changed, she was able to moderately relax.
“You know I love to hear you beg, baby,” he whispered huskily seconds before plunging his fangs into her throat.
Feeling the slice of his razor-sharp fangs cutting into her skin sent Buffy into an instantaneous orgasm. Frantically moving on his lap, she screamed out her climax, desperately thrusting her hips against his as her inner muscles flexed around him. Still moving her hips while she slowly came down, Buffy whimpered when she felt him try to pull away from her.
“No,” she said, holding the back of his neck, pressing him more forcefully toward her neck. “Don’t leave me.”
Kissing the fresh puncture wounds, Spike pulled back, his demon face still in place as he looked at her, subtly shaking his head. Easily flipping them over on the mattress, Buffy felt her excitement building again. He’d always reverted back to his human face shortly after biting her. Seeing the demon on top of her had her trembling beneath him.
Noticing a difference in her reaction, Spike smiled. “See something you like, love?”
“Always,” she murmured, pulling him lower to kiss him, feeling his fangs leaving tiny scratches along her lips and tongue. Sensing through the claim when one of his fangs scraped along his own tongue, Buffy eagerly tasted the small amount of blood that came from the scratch, her hips arching against his until he was steadily pounding her into the mattress.
Feeling his climax approach, Spike pulled back in surprise when Buffy offered the side of her neck that he had just bitten. “Can’t,” he said, shaking his head, his movements never stopping. “It’ll hurt you.”
“It’s okay,” Buffy whispered, stroking the fine hairs at the back of his neck as her hips continued to move with his. “I like the pain,” she added with a smile.
The soft words were nearly enough to send Spike over the edge as he eagerly sunk his fangs into her throat for the second time. Numbly hearing her cry of pain turn into a scream of pleasure had the demon practically smiling in delight. Tremors shook through her body, forcing Spike’s own release as he spilled himself within her.
Taking a final swallow of blood, he prepared himself to pull away, surprised when he once again felt Buffy’s hand on the back of his neck. “Not yet,” she breathed, her hips still moving with his. “I need to come again.”
Lapping at the pool of blood on her neck, Spike smiled. “Insatiable minx.”
“Spike,” she said in a warning tone.
Slipping back into his human features, he kissed her gently before moving to the other side of her neck. Seeing the scar from the claiming bite he’d given her more than a year before, Spike eagerly sucked on the more sensitive flesh, reaching between their bodies until he found Buffy’s clit and languidly stroked the sensitive bundle.
Increasing the pressure of his lips and blunt teeth until the skin was bruised, Spike waited until he could feel her body trembling as she sought out her orgasm. Biting down until his blunt teeth nearly broke the skin, his hand moved over her clit at a rapid speed, hearing the scream that was ripped from her as he continued to manipulate her body.
Pulling away from her, Spike could feel himself harden inside of her, seeing the smile on her face as she breathed heavily.
“Up for another go, pet?” he asked with a smile.
“Always.”
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05/18/17 04:16 am
pj! I remember wishing one of your stories would be finished seriously about a decade ago. Amazing. I just tried an old password I used to use and amazingly got in too. Memories!
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03/20/17 01:20 am
10 yrs later, i finally rem my username and password. Pari, you rock. Hope you are well.
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08/31/16 03:45 pm
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08/31/16 03:43 pm
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