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Chapter Nineteen
After a relaxing evening with Joyce, the two lovers strolled through the streets holding hands and just enjoying each other’s presence. Leaning into his mate, Spike kissed her cheek sweetly. She was so beautiful and made him more than happy. Words could never come close to describing the way she affected him.
She smells so bloody good, Spike thought as he breathed in the scent of her skin and the sweet tang of her musk wafting through the cool night air. For a moment he lost himself in staring at her luscious mouth, imagining those soft pink lips wrapped around his cock. His pants became more constricting by the minute, and his left hand slid slowly up and down her back while his mind supplied delectable images of running his tongue all over her soft skin.
Looking up, he saw Buffy staring intently at the bulge in his jeans. Her moist little tongue darted out to lick her full lips. Any restraint he’d placed on himself to keep from taking her out in the open broke. He quickly pulled her through the gates of the nearest cemetery and into the darkest corner.
Buffy’s skin flushed with heat. The cool night air on her exposed, tingling limbs only fueled her craving for him. She knew that whatever Spike conjured up would have her begging for more. As Spike lifted her onto a cold, flat tombstone, copious amounts of moisture flooded her thong and began running down the inside of her thighs.
Once he had her positioned just so, Spike immediately dropped to his knees, pushing her short skirt up and burying his face in between her quivering thighs. Inhaling deeply, he ran his tongue along the damp cloth, tasting her exquisite flavor before ripping the slip of cotton from her with an eager snarl. Plunging his tongue into her swollen folds, he grunted with pleasure as he lapped at the tangy juices flowing from her center.
Throwing her head back and mewling, Buffy was overwhelmed by the most intense sensations her young body had ever felt. Her mewls turned to harsh pants and moans as Spike’s tongue stabbed deeper into her core before moving up to flick at her engorged clit.
Spike was in heaven. Everything in his unlife was wrapped up in his ball of sunshine thrashing above him. He looked up, wanting to see her face distorted with ecstasy as he wrapped his lips around her sensitive bundle of nerves and suckled lightly. The taste of her and the noises she made was causing his jeans to become uncomfortably tight. Reaching down, he released his hard member from its denim prison to give him some relief.
Buffy’s head began to flail from side to side as Spike nipped her clit with his teeth and sucked her further into his mouth. A keening wail pierced the night as he slid two fingers deep into her velvet core and curved them upwards, hitting her spongy bundle of flesh and sending her into a fierce earth shattering orgasm.
Unable to contain his need any longer, Spike rose to his feet and quickly placed himself at her entrance, sliding home in one hard stroke. Still pulsating from her release, her inner muscles massaged his hardness as he gripped her thighs and slammed their lower bodies together. Every time they met, he would grind his pelvis into her clit, sending electrical shocks through her body.
“My girl…my love…my beautiful Buffy… aaaahhh, so good…feels…unnnhhhh… so warm and wet…..so tight,” he hissed, his voice thick with desire.
Buffy’s body was already beginning to shake as she moved closer to bliss for a second time, each word from Spike’s lips sending her higher.
“Spike…so close…need…need….” was all she could get out between whimpers.
Knowing she was close and what she needed, he bent forward to run his tongue sensually along her jugular, biting with blunt teeth.
“Do it, Spike. Please,” Buffy begged on a breathy sigh as he continued to tease and stimulate her further.
Shifting to his true form, he dragged his sharp fangs up and down her neck until Buffy couldn’t take anymore and pushed his head down, effectively impaling herself on his teeth. As her blood poured into his suctioning mouth, Buffy latched onto Spike’s neck, ripping his flesh and drawing his essence into her. They reached the pinnacle together, both howling in completion.
Resting her forehead against Spike’s, Buffy looked into his eyes lovingly. She would never get enough of those stunningly expressive eyes.
Spike pulled her to him, licking languorously at the mark on her neck and purring. This girl was everything he had ever wanted and more. He was loved as much as he loved her for the first time in his existence, and he was content
Pulling back to look at her he said in a thick voice, “Do you know how much I love you?”
“I know, because I love you just as much,” Buffy replied, kissing him softly.
“We need to get goin’, kitten,” he told her, kissing the end of her nose before straightening and putting them to rights again. “You know, we need to look for a new place if we’re goin’ to stick around here for a while.”
“I don’t have much money left. Maybe I need to find a big sugar daddy,” she teased. A warning growl reverberated through the air before she could even finish the sentence.
“Your mine! No one else will ever touch you,” Spike fumed. The thought of anyone touching her enraged his demon, even though he knew she was only joking.
“Chill! Just kidding you,” Buffy laughed. She couldn’t help baiting him a little. Possessive Spike was always of the good.
“Sorry, luv,” he said sheepishly. Then he grinned. “And money’s not a problem, ‘cause I’ve got tons of it.”
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Anxiety and excitement warred within Angel. Soon Drusilla would be cured and everything would be like it should; or at least he hoped. The only thing they were waiting on was the setting of the sun and Spike and Buffy’s arrival.
Angel couldn’t let Dru go this time, even if he had to physically keep her from feeding off of the populous. The many years of solitude had taken their toll on him and the last few days with her had been almost perfect. Once the ritual was done and she accepted her new feeding restrictions, they would be tremendously happy together.
Dru had her own thoughts on the matter. Miss Edith had been whispering in her ear throughout the day. Her daddy would be there when the ritual was finished. All of her worries had been whisked away by coming to this quaint town. Her Spike no longer needed looking after, for he had his golden girl to take care of him now. Soon she would be strong enough to rip and tear and play in the blood again, and her Angelus would be at her side where he belonged.
Spike and Buffy would be there soon. The shadows began to overtake the day and night began to fall. Everything was coming together perfectly.
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Giles and Ethan sat comfortably at the table having tea as Giles recorded every word that Ethan spoke in his watcher’s journal. Ethan enjoyed recounting everything he could remember on demons and the secrets the council didn’t want others to know. It made him feel important, and the awe and tenderness that shone from Giles’ eyes when he would look up from his writing made Ethan feel loved as well.
He was in the middle of the gypsy’s tale he’d read on Angelus when he suddenly remembered there was something a little odd about the curse.
“There was this problem with the curse as I recall…something about a moment of true happiness. Oh! Oh yes, I remember now. If Angel has a moment of pure happiness, his soul will be lost and he will become Angelus again.”
“What?” Giles bellowed. “How could they put that in the curse? What good could come from that?”
“I think they wanted him to stay miserable for eternity, so he was never informed of the clause. Of course, even if he had known, his soul would never allow him to do anything to earn that moment of happiness. Still, I think we should have a chat with him about it in the near future.”
Ethan smirked. He could tell he had managed to shock Giles again by the look on his face. Those idiotic council elders were always either lying to everyone or just didn’t know what they were talking about.
Giles’ mind was turning everything over when a terrifying thought struck him. Angel had been happy that his family was in town, even though he tried not to show it. If he was happy about that, then healing the creature he’d created and loved could bring about a moment that might rip away his soul.
“Bloody buggerin’ fuck! We have to get to him before he starts the healing!” Giles was on his feet in a flash, running to his weapons chest and grabbing a crossbow just in case they were too late. He didn’t even notice that Ethan’s jaw had practically hit the floor in shock at the profanity that spewed from the proper watcher’s mouth.
“Are you going to sit there and stare all night or get off your arse and come help me?” Giles asked, Ripper showing through loud and clear. Ethan hadn’t seen Giles like this since they were young men and was becoming extremely aroused. He quickly jumped to his feet, racing after his domineering lover.
Giles was running at breakneck speed. Angel had given him the location of Spike and Drusilla’s lair, and he was anxious to reach the factory before the ritual he’d spoken of could take place. Angel losing his soul and bringing Angelus out to play was one of the worst things that could happen. Every life he’d saved and apocalypse he’d helped to avert would be all for nothing.
Ethan struggled to keep up while hiding his mirth at the situation they were in. It would only upset Giles. The only reason he’d stopped being evil was for him, but the possibility of a little chaotic uproar he couldn’t be blamed for made him giddy with excitement.
All this running was exhausting and he wondered why they hadn’t taken Giles’ car. Of course when one considered the shape it was in, it was probably much faster to run down alleys and across people’s yards. He was definitely going to speak with Giles about them getting a new car. Possibly something red and sporty.
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Leaping from her seat at the table, Dru clapped her hands as she bounced like a spirited child.
“Spike and Buffy are coming!” she squealed. “My Angel, do you think Buffy would like to play? Her violence is so beautiful, even if she is deadly to our kind.”
Angel smiled, thinking this was a step in the right direction for her. She couldn’t be completely evil if she was willing to be friendly to the slayer. He noticed Dru’s smile growing larger as the other couple came through the door.
Buffy’s eyes widened to comical proportions when she saw a smiling Dru coming full speed at her with her arms outstretched. This was something new. How many vampires were ever happy to see her besides Spike?
Dru flung her arms around Buffy and hugged her tight. “After Daddy makes me all better, can we dance under the stars? Can we spin until we’re dizzy?”
Spike was stunned that Dru really seemed to like Buffy, but it also made him happy to know his sire accepted his choice of mate.
“Sure Dru, we can do whatever you like,” Buffy said, hugging her back with affection. It was hard to think of Drusilla as a bloodthirsty being. She made one feel protective- as if she was placed there for you to take care of.
When Drusilla let go of Buffy, she gave Spike a small smile and hugged him quickly. She didn’t want to do anything to upset the sunny Buffy. “Can we fix me now?”
“Sure thing, pet. We’re all ready when you are,” Spike answered, grinning broadly.
For once, everything seemed to be going like it should. They all thought simultaneously.
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