A/N: A big thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. Your reviews brighten my days. Please continue to do so.
‘Single quotes’ indicate thought to ones self and /slash marks/ indicate speech through the claim.
Spike was the happiest man in the world. Through the claim, he could tell that, without a doubt, Buffy loved him. She loved him above all else and had loved him since before Glory. He had always thought that there was something wrong with him, that he was unlovable.
/Of course you’re lovable, you big dope/ said his mate’s voice, /Drusilla was insane…literally, and Cecily was a bitch with a stake up her ass. I was an idiot not to realize how precious you were to me, sooner./ Buffy reached up and cupped his cheek. She, too, could feel the love of her mate pouring through the claim. She knew that, until the end of her days, she would always have Spike. He was hers and would never leave her. She would never be alone again. When they mated, something clicked into place. Something that she had been missing all along. Now, she was content. She lay on her mate’s chest, with him buried inside of her.
He reached up and gently touched his mark on her throat. He gently began to caress it. She gasped. She could feel the pressure building in her body. With a grin, she returned the favor and rubbed Spike’s mark. He moaned. Then, it was a contest to see who could make the other come first. Finally, Buffy lifted herself up, once, and slid back down Spike’s shaft. The both came. Buffy, literally, saw stars. It was the most powerful orgasm she ever had. Spike chanted in her head, /Love you, love you, love you, love you/
/I love you, too/ she said then she kissed him.
/I bet I could make you come at one of your Scooby meetings,/ he said. She felt herslef growning, wet again. /All I would have to do, is rub the mark and you’d be screaming my name before your little friends./
/I could do the same to you, except, even if you manage not to scream, evidence of my effect on you would be covering the front of your pants/ she shot back. He thought about that for a moment. When he couldn’t come up with a response, he flipped them over and began pounding into her. /It’s my birthday, Buffy. You should be nice to me/ he said.
“Uhhhh….” He rubbbed her clit and his mark. She came and he kept rubbing, bringing her to a second and third climax before he, himself, came.
/Are you going to be nice now?/
/You started it/ she said mentally. Out loud, all she could say was, “Uhhhh…..”
~*~
When Buffy woke up, she knew that he was there. She didn’t even wonder or think about it. She knew. He was the one who always stayed. She got up carefully, trying not to wake him. The minuite she reached the bathroom door, he said uncertainly, “You’re not running out on me, are you?” She walked back over and kissed him.
“I’m just going to take a shower,” she said. Dawn pounded on the door.
“Just because you’re older and stayed up all night having sex, doesn’t mean you can sleep until two o’clock in the afternoon,” she yelled.
“We’re awake,” Buffy grumbled, “I’m going to take a shower. We’ll be down soon.” She walked towards the bathroom. As soon as she stepped under the water, Spike joined her. He took the soap from her and began to wash her hair. She leaned her head back on his chest. Taking showers together had become a routine for them.
When Spike’s fingers wandered below her waist, she said, /I came in here to get clean!/
/I know, pet, and I’m all for helping the cause./ He covered his hands in soap. Then he slipped three soapy fingers into her channel. He wrapped his other arm around her waist to hold her up. His thumb rubbed torturous circled around her clit. “Oh,” she said, “Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he said, “It’s my un-life’s goal to make you came as many times as possible.” She smiled and groaned. She came with a shudder. Spike turned the water off and handed her towel.
/Love you/ he said.
/Love you, too/
~*~
“Thanks Goddess for that sound-proofing spell,” Dawn said, “I have a feeling that without it, none of us would get any sleep.”
“I think you’re right,” Tara said.
When she heard footsteps on the stairs, Tara set out two plates of pancakes. It was afternoon, but since they had just woken up, she figured they would want breakfast. When, they walked in, she noticed that their auras were different. Before, they had been the same color and they occasionally mingled. Now, their auras were one and the same. Their fates were tied together. That could only mean one thing.
“Congratulations,” she said, “We should celebrate at the Bronze tonight.”
“Thanks,” Buffy said, slipping her arm around Spike’s waist.
“What? What don’t I know? What secret are you keeping? I want to know!” Dawn exclaimed.
“We’re mated, bit,” Spike said, “It means we’re married, at least to the demon community. The only difference between a regular marriage and being mated is that this is permanent.”
“Cool,” Dawn said, “I have a brother-in-law.”
“Oh, yeah, and Buffy? I would not be surprised if a few of the younger vampires just let you stake them, tonight.”
“Why?” she said.
“They’ll recognize that you are mine. Most of the younger ones and a few older ones would be reluctant to injure the mate of a master vampire,” he said.
“Cool…um…how are we going to tell Giles about this?”
“Um…I could do it if you want,” Spike voluenteered.
“Thanks,” she said, “You don’t know how much it means to me.”
“Yes, I do,” he said, “Otherwise, there would be no chance of me calling the Watcher. I’m just glad he’s not in stake throwing distance, because he is not going to be happy when I tell him I claimed his surrogate daughter.”
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