A/N: Please Review.
That night, they held a party for Dawn at the Bronze. With the exception of Wesley, everyone was happily paired off. Dawn and Conner spent the whole night together. They dance and chatted and Conner fell even more deeply in love with her. Buffy glared at Conner. She liked Conner, but she really didn’t like the idea of Dawn dating Angel’s son. She was afraid that he would break her heart like Angel had done to her. Buffy didn’t have much time to worry about that, though. Spike was following her everywhere. She felt that he was determined to keep her safe.
“Spike, nothing is going to happen to me!” she said finally.
“You’re being paranoid, pet, whether or not I was protecting you, I be following you around,” Spike said, “Think about it.”
She did. “I guess you’re right,” she admitted. Then she swiftly changed the subject. “What do you think about the whole Conner, Dawn thing?”
“He’s not going to break her heart, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Spike said, “I don’t like Peaches, but the kid’s okay. Besides, he’s giving her the same look I give you. If Dawn actually decides to date him, they’ll be fine.” That reassured her slightly.
They got drinks and sat down with Wesley. Cordelia and Angel came over, as well.
“So how long do you think you'll be staying?" Buffy asked casually. Anya and Xander walked up.
“They simply must stay until our wedding. We didn’t invite that many people and we would love to have them. It’s in two weeks,” Anya said.
“We’d love to go,” Angel said, “That is, if Buffy wouldn’t mind letting us stay.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” she said. Then she got up and walked off. Spike ran after her. “They’re going to be in my house for two weeks!” she exclaimed, “Two weeks! I have to watch Cordelia and Angel snogging for two weeks! Everyone will be hogging my bathroom for two weeks! And….”
Spike kissed her. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue, asking for access. Buffy gladly gave it to him. His tongue gently explored her mouth and stroked hers. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. They pulled apart so that Buffy could breathe. Spike rested his forehead against hers. “Would it make you happier to know that I asked Tinkerbell to use a spell to sound proof our room?”
“Much happier,” Buffy said.
~*~
“Hey, Buffy,” Dawn said, “If you need more room for guests, Conner could stay in my room.”
As one, Spike and Buffy said, “That is not going to happen.”
“Buffy,” Angel said, “Is there any chance that we could switch the room arrangements around? I was wondering if me and Cordelia could sleep in the guest room.”
“What if you became perfectly happy?” she asked.
“I…uh…got my soul anchored,” he said in a small voice.
Buffy’s anger flared up. “Fine,” she said quietly, “Fred can share Dawn’s room.”
“Thanks!” he said happily.
Spike could read the hurt on Buffy’s face just as clearly as he could read all her other emotions. “He’s fucking bastard,” Spike said, “I can’t believe he’d do that. He got his soul anchored and never told you. He had no right to ask you to change the bedroom arrangements either.”
She smiled at him. “Well,” she said shakily, “I guess that proves that he really never loved me.” She sat down on the couch. Spike picked her up and sat back down with her in his lap.
“Nah,” he said, “He loved you. He’s just an all around idiot. Besides, I love you more.” Spike didn’t know why he wasn’t upset about her being sad about Peaches, but he wasn’t. He realized that that was what Buffy had been afraid of all along, and she felt that this had confirmed her fears. He nuzzled her neck. She leaned her head back on his chest. He licked and nipped his way up the unmarked side of her neck. Then he nipped her ear. He could smell her arousal. After a quick glance around to confirm that there was no one else in the room, he slipped his hand between her legs and began to stroke her through her jeans. Her breath was coming in gasps now. He gently increased the pressure he had been exerting. Then he slipped his other hand up her shirt. He began to rub small circles around her sensitive peaks. This unexpected assault on her senses was too much to bear. She quickly stood up and said, “Bedroom…now!” Spike grinned. Her eyes were dark
with lust.
Once inside the bedroom, Buffy shoved him against the door. She ripped his shirt off and unzipped his fly. His hard cock fell into her hand. She gave it a firm squeeze. He moaned low in his throat. Then she gently fondled his balls. He began taking unneeded gasps of air. When she finally let go, she puled off her own shirt and pants. She let her bra and panties fall to the floor. Spike smiled. He could never get used to how beautiful she was. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He braced her back against the door and she lowered herself onto him. Spike knew that if he died now, he would die a happy vampire. He thought he would dust from her molten heat. He still couldn’t believe that this angel was his. He gripped her hips as she began to move up and down on his length. The expression on her face was one of pure love. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
Her breasts ached for attention. Spike began to roll and pinch the tip of her hardened mounds. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the door. Spike felt the beginning of her orgasm. He pounded into her. He reached down and gave her neglected clit one hard flick. It was enough to send her over the edge screaming his name. He slammed into her several more times before coming. Buffy rested her head against his shoulder as she came down from her orgasmic high.
“Are you tired, kitten?” Spike asked.
“Not at all,” she said.
“Well then,” he said, “I’d best get started tiring you out.”
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