Something Blue?
by passionfish
Summary: What if the spell had never worn off? Better yet, what if it had...but no one knew?
TimeLine: Set in Season Four, at the end of that magical episode!
Rating: A (NC-17)
Feedback: Always - morbiddesiresbypassionfish@yahoo.com
bsv note-this is a wip and has not been updated in over a year
“Let my will be undone.” Willow rang her hands self-consciously as she completed the spell. She glanced over to Xander and Anya who were both breathing deeply, fixing her with angry gazes.
Willow waved sheepishly, “Hi guys!”
“Willow, you…” Xander began but was cut off.
“Why are they still kissing?” Anya asked and the three friends turned their eyes to the still entwined Buffy and Spike.
“Buffy?” Willow and Xander squeaked.
The Slayer was oblivious to her friend’s words and continued to kiss her fiancée, moaning as his hands slipped up the sides of her top, trailing his cold fingers in small circles across her warm skin, moving higher with each movement.
“Willow? Whah…. I don…. UNDO IT!” Xander screamed suddenly as he found the words.
Willow’s face was a mask of confusion and she shrugged helplessly, “I don’t get it – the undo spell should have worked for all of it.”
“Obviously it didn’t!” Anya put in. Xander frowned, hacking theatrically at the sight before him.
Willow had an idea, “Ooh! Let’s go back to Giles, see if it worked for him.”
Xander shook his head again, this time in resignation and turned his eyes to the Slayer and Vampire.
“BUFFY! EARTH TO BUFFY!” He shouted almost hysterically, the sound bouncing off the crypt. Anya covered her ears and hit her boyfriend.
Buffy barely noticed the voice above her owns aroused breathing. Forcibly breaking from her love’s lips she sat up, still straddling Spike, “What?” She asked slightly dazed.
“Buffy we have to go see if Giles is okay.” Willow explained quickly, figuring that if Xander said anymore that Buffy would probably beat the living crap out of him.
Surprisingly, Anya’s thoughts mirrored the Witch’s way of thinking, “Come on Xander, we’ll go first. I need you in one piece for sex tonight.”
Xander was too angry at the situation to blush and allowed her to lead him out of the crypt. Spike pulled the Slayers lips back to his, the couple only stopping at Willow’s pleading cries.
“Please Buffy!”
Buffy pulled away, pouting regretfully at her husband-to-be as she placed her manicured fingers against his lips, sadly preventing further kissage.
In a logic-defying move, Spike lifted both himself and the Slayer who was still on top of him so that they were standing and taking her hand, left the crypt.
“So, you’re okay?” Buffy asked with genuine concern, Willow just nodded slightly, wondering how badly Giles was going to shout at her for this one.
~*~
The gang entered Giles’s home, greeted by an ecstatic Watcher.
“Willow! I can see - you managed it and are all well.” He spoke to himself, barely taking in the sight of the group at the door as the kettle rang in the background, “Tea? Anyone?”
Without waiting for an answer Giles hurried off to the kitchen. He returned a few minutes later, tea on tray with a large plate of biscuits, a smile on his face,
“I trust everything’s back to norm…al.” His eyes widened at the sight of Buffy and Spike kissing on the leather chair at the back of his living room. He dropped the tray, china smashing as he screamed, “BLOODY HELL!”
Buffy moved away from Spike’s lips, evading his attempts to recapture her lips, at the sound of china smashing, “Giles?” She asked worriedly.
“Willow?” Giles asked, his eyes never leaving the couple.
“Yeah, there’s kinda a problem.” The hacker replied, meekly ducking her head.
Three hours later Giles, Willow, Xander and Anya sat with scores of texts surrounding them, mainly about spell reversals. Giles had calmed down somewhat, as had Xander, and were now simply concentrating on turning everything back to normal.
Buffy and Spike were still sat together on the leather chair. Though a large book was on top of their tangled legs neither was interested in investigating anything except the other’s mouth and clothed body.
Spike’s hand glided slowly down her body, skimming her erect nipples before travelling down her back cupping her ass.
Buffy moaned against his mouth, slicing her tongue on one of his sharpening canines. Spike replied with a growl, sucking on the cut; allowing the powerful elixir to slowly wash over his senses.
His hand moved across her thigh once more, this time letting his digits slide up the inside of her leg. As his fingers skimmed her sex Buffy’s hips jerked up automatically.
She broke away from his lips, staring hotly into his eyes. Spike opened his eyes to meet her aroused gaze and his own orbs flashed yellow at the desire he saw within them.
His head moved forward to claim her lips once more but she moved back, though his hand tangled in her hair kept her close.
“My mom’s away…” She moaned as his tongue out and licked her lower lip before his teeth tugged it into his mouth. They kissed briefly before his lips slipped away, kissing along her jaw to her ear.
“Let’s go, pet.” He whispered, nipping at the small lobe.
The Slayer moaned again, lifting her knee to shut the book. The group looked up at the couple they’d been studiously avoiding for the past hour at the loud sound.
They watched as Spike moved the book off his lap, placing it on the table next to the chair as Buffy got off him. Spike stood up moments later, taking her hand.
“We’re gonna go, it’s kinda late and you can tell us that you’ve realised we weren’t under Willow’s spell tomorrow.” Buffy said, using her other hand to grab her bag.
Her gaze moved to Willow, “I’ll be at my moms if you need me…I don’t have a class so…”
“That’s okay Buffy.” The Witch responded, trying to smile reassuringly at the friend she was sure would kill her when she got her out of the spell.
“Bye guys.”
The group watched as the Slayer and Vampire left the apartment, all well in the know of what they would be doing.
As the door shut Anya turned to Willow, “So how badly do you think she’s going to kill you when she realises what’s actually happening?”
Willow blanched, “I’m thinking a lot…Xander, promise me you won’t let my death involve frogs okay?” She asked half jokingly and Xander attempted the same reassuring smile as Willow had earlier.
“Don’t worry Willow, Buffy will understand.” There was a pause and he began with a glint in his eyes. “But if she doesn’t I’ll personally remove all frogs from her person…ow!”
“You don’t go near her person, buster.” Anya retracted her hand from near his head where it had so recently hit, turning to Willow. “I’ll make your death frog-less.”
“Thanks.” Willow said, a bit of an edge to her voice, even as she felt her body relax.
With a small growl Spike pulled Buffy to him as soon as she’d shut her bedroom door. His lips on hers, her hand slid up his chest to his hair, keeping his head against hers.
His hands moved lightly up her arms and behind her head to untie her red holter neck. As the Material slipped over her free breasts Spike’s fingers followed.
Buffy moved her arms from around his neck to unbutton his red shirt. She pushed it along his shoulders until she couldn’t move it anymore.
She slowly moved away from his mouth, murmuring between wet kisses, “Spike…Off…”
She pushed on his shirt again before lowering her hands to the waistband of his pants and untucking his t-shirt. Her hot hands slid underneath, tugging it further.
Spike growled but broke from her lips to remove both tops. As his lips recaptured hers he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her slightly off the ground, walking over to the bed.
He lay her gently down, his lips travelled down her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat before lavishing attention on her breasts.
One of his hands travelled down and unbuttoned her pants, his hand sneaked into her panties, thrusting a finger inside her finding her wet and wanting.
Buffy writhed contentedly as Spike pleasured her, his talented lips and tongue teasing her sensitive nipples, while his fingers danced over her clitoris. Spike could tell she was close to coming and he continued to thrust two fingers, then three inside her as his thumb rubbed over her clit.
He bit down gently on her nipple, careful not to cause pain. Buffy arched into his palm as she orgasmed with a sharp cry of his name. As she calmed Spike continued his exploration of her body. His lips glided down the valley between her breasts, over her stomach.
He kissed and licked closer to the source of the scent that had been driving him crazy all-night. His hands removed her pants and knickers in one action before coming up to caress her hips, gently separating her thighs.
At the first touch of his tongue the Slayer cried out, her hips bucking up toward his face. Spike moved his hands to her hips, holding her down as he explored her folds. He thrust his tongue inside her, drinking in her juices like a drug, before circling the tiny bud and drawing it into his mouth.
He suckled her gently, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub even as he felt her spasm around his tongue, his name tumbling from her lips as she came for the second time that night. Her urgent tugging on his head forced him to remove his head from in-between her thighs. In a flash he’d lost his jeans and was upon her, kissing her deeply; allowing her to taste herself.
Buffy moaned against his mouth, her eyes flying open as he entered her for the first time. His hands slid up her body to hold her face as he pulled out then gently thrust back in. Buffy flung her legs around his waist to meet his thrust. She squeezed her inner muscles around him and he growled, his true face flashing.
She smiled slightly up at him before attacking his mouth with her own. As he continued to move within her she met his strokes with equal strength.
As their release drew near their thrusts became more frantic and they hit their climax at the same moment both shouting the other’s name in equal abandon. Spike raised his yellow eyes to hers questioningly and Buffy thrust up her hips as she moved his head to her neck. He moaned against her shoulder, kissing her neck gently before sinking his fangs into her jugular.
Spike came again as her powerful Slayer blood entered his mouth, washing over his tongue, bathing him in its purity.
Buffy, who had still been coming down from her own amazing orgasm cried out Spike’s name as the sucking and licking at her neck made her climax seem a never ending assault on her senses.
As they lowered from their climax’s Spike removed his fangs from her neck, licking the wound clean. He gently eased out of her, moving to her side before pulling her hot body to his own perpetually cool one. Buffy snuggled back into his chest contentedly as his arms wrapped around her.
He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck and whispered by ear, “I love you, Buffy.”
Buffy smiled slight tears in her eyes as she answered, “I love you too, Spike.”
Buffy’s smile widened as she heard Spike begin to purr and she closed her eyes against the tears allowing his quiet purrs to lull her to the edge of sleep.
*Tomorrow…I’ll ask Willow tomorrow – enjoy it while you can… * She thought as she drifted off, her body unconsciously stiffened in his arms as she realised what talking to Willow would mean.
Spike felt her stiffen and he kissed her neck, his arms tightening around her. “Are you alright?”
She relaxed in his embrace and sighed, “Yeah.” She rubbed her head against his and smiled as he began to purr again and she closed her eyes allowing herself to fall asleep in the protective embrace.
Spike looked down at the slumbering girl in his arms, his eyes falling on the bite mark on her neck. He smiled. She’d bared her neck for him, shown her trust in him.
Shown her love for him.
*Not exactly in her right mind, is she Mate? * A voice in his head taunted.
*You don’t know that for sure. * Another voice replied.
The first gave a sharp laugh, *When the Witch finds a reversal spell you’ll know for sure! *
*So enjoy it while it lasts! * A third snapped and Spike’s brain fell quiet as he determined that that was what he’d do. Resolve in his mind the Vampire tightened his arms further around the Slayer and closed his eyes, allowing himself to slip asleep.
“Giles, I don’t get why it wouldn’t work for them though…” Willow began.
“Well, the other parts of your spell were in some parts true.” Giles pointed out a theory he’d been mulling over the night before.
They had finally stopped at 3 am but the Witch had been back at eight to get in some extra research before her first class at nine thirty. Guilt also played a part in her presence, that and a strong sense of survival…maybe if she could show the Slayer that she’d tried everything she wouldn’t be as pissed.
“What do you mean?”
“I do have problem with my sight, and Xander has had problems with Demon women in the past. Maybe the reason why Buffy and Spike are still together is because the idea of the two of them getting married has no basis of truth since they hate each other. The thought is inconceivable!” The Watcher suggested.
Willow considered this, “So, how do we reverse it? I guess that would make my ‘undo’ spell pointless.”
“Spike was going to do a general reversal spell on me…it’s a long shot but worth a try while we try to find another way.”
“Sure, I’ll get the stuff for tonight.” She gave him a small smile, “I even have tapestry – I think I bought the last of it, so…”
“Good, I shall ask Buffy and Spike to come over this evening.” Giles responded as he watched the red head leave.
~*~
Buffy awoke at nine forty five. She was more than grateful that while she didn’t have classes today, Willow did. Though last night she’d been all for explaining her ‘predicament’ but today, with Spike’s arms still securely around her, she didn’t want to.
She snuggled back into his embrace, hooking a leg in-between his, drawing him further into her body. *Anyway how exactly would you explain it all? * She asked herself, *That you just decided that since he wasn’t out of it you’d just go along… *
“Yeah, that’ll work!” She said under her breath.
“What’ll work, love?” Spike murmured, leaning down to press gentle kisses along her shoulder. She tilted her head as he kissed up her neck, swirling his tongue around his bite on her neck. He felt her shiver against his touch and smiled.
Buffy was saved from answering by the phone ringing. She sighed and reached over to pick it up. Settling herself back against Spike she placed the receiver on her ear, “Hello?”
“Buffy?”
“Hi Giles, what’s up?” Buffy sighed again, not wanting to deal with the reality of her Watcher, her calling…or the non-existent spell.
“I was wondering if you and, uh, Spike could come by this evening…a-after the sun sets of course.”
“Sure…how come? Is everything okay?” Slayer mode firmly came on at his words.
“Y-yes. Have you told your m-mother of your, uh, plan to wed?” Giles asked, changing the subject.
“Not yet, she won’t be back for another couple of days so…” A shiver of guilt shook the Slayer’s body, and Spike held on to her tighter.
“Okay then, I shall see you tonight.”
“Okay, you’re sure everything’s alright?” Buffy asked, concerned – her watched sounded….off.
“Yes, everything’s fine.”
“Okay then, bye Giles.”
“Goodbye.” He put down the phone and sighed, hoping that by this evening everything would be back to normal. Knowing it was a fool’s wish at best.
Buffy put down the phone and turned back to Spike.
“That’s was Giles, he wants us to come round – didn’t say why though.”
“When, now?” The Vampire pouted, and the Slayer grinned at him, leaning over to briefly suck his lower lip into her mouth before pulling back with a seductive smile.
“Sunset.”
Spike smiled at her, his lips moving down to hers, “I think I have something to occupy our time.”
Buffy smiled, winding her arms around his neck as his lips claimed hers’.
~*~
The sun had set and two satisfied fighters walked hand in hand through a graveyard towards a Watcher’s home.
Very satisfied.
The unlikely couple had only left the bedroom twice.
Both times for a shower, the bathroom simply serving as a new playing field for the wacky.
Buffy looked over at Spike and he smiled at her, using his other hand to cup her chin as he placed a tender kiss to her lips. As Buffy tilted her head the other way – deepening the kiss – she noticed out of the corner of her eye a small movement, barely perceptible, in the background.
She broke away suddenly; backhanding the Vampire that was attempting to sneak up on them. As the fledgling regained his footing Buffy sighed, pressing her lips briefly back to Spike’s before retrieving a stake from the waistband of her pants. She turned just as the Vampire looked up and slammed her fist into his nose.
Spike nearly winced in sympathy, having been on the receiving end of such a move many times. As the Slayer kicked the Vampire in the balls the peroxide blonde did wince, watching as she impassively slammed the stake into the minions back as he leant down to instinctively cup himself.
Buffy turned around and Spike pulled her to him, kissing her briefly before pulling back, “Come on, love.”
Her stake back in her waistband and her hand back in his hand, the unlikely couple left the cemetery.
~*~
“Giles! We’re here!” Buffy called as she entered the apartment, closing the door behind Spike as he followed her in.
Giles walked out of the kitchen and tried to smile normally at his Slayer.
“Buffy, excellent. Willow should be here shortly if y-you’ll have a seat.”
“Sure.”
Spike lead Buffy to the leather recliner at the back of the room, pulling her down on top of his lap as he spoke directly to the other Englishman.
“Why exactly are we here, Watcher?”
“Um, Well…” Giles flustered as his brain attempted to come up with a plausible excuse for their presence. “Ah, Willow wanted to do a protection spell…just in case, and I felt you may as well be involved. C-can’t have t-too much protection on the Hellmouth!”
The Vampire raised his eyebrows at the nervous response but Buffy simply smiled at her Watcher, “Thanks Giles!”
The Watcher returned the smile; unable to meet her eyes as a sharp jolt of regret shot through his body at the knowledge that he was lying to her.
Fortunately any continuation of the conversation was halted by Willow’s arrival.
“Ah, Willow, good. I trust you have all that is needed…for the uh, p-protection spell?” Giles asked quickly in order to get their stories straight.
Willow frowned then hastily nodded in understanding as the Watcher raised his eyebrows – catching on.
“Yup! All ready!” The red-head attempted to smile at the couple, but unable to meet their eyes, rushed into the kitchen under the pretence of needing more rosemary for the spell.
Buffy and Spike sat cross-legged, facing each other, their knees touching.
Both were leant forward slightly, gazing sappily into the other’s eyes as
the Watcher and Witch moved about the room, lighting candles.
They had cleared a space in the centre of Giles' living room and the Vampire and Slayer were sat in a circle of thirteen single stems of tapestry.
Spike moved one of his hands to gently cup the back of Buffy’s head, pulling her forward as he moved in to kiss her.
Both the Watcher and Witch regarded the embracing pair ruefully. Neither had seen Buffy look so happy, not even with Angel, and they hated that it was only within a spell that she could find such happiness. As the Watcher met the Witch’s sad eyes that mirrored his concern he nodded that she should begin the spell. Willow sighed then took a deep breath, drawing a protective symbol over them all, before she began to chant the removal spell.
Buffy and Spike didn’t brake their embrace as the thirteen stems rose above their heads, circling them as Willow continued to chant.
“…. As I will it, so mote it be.” Willow finished the spell with a gasp as she felt all the magical energies leave her body and her shoulders slumped in relief. She watched as the tapestry floated back down, so as to surround the Slayer and Vampire once more. Willow frowned at the new shape the stems had created.
A heart.
“Slayer?” Spike asked, frowning as she pulled away suddenly, with tears in her eyes. One of his hands reached up to brush back the stray tendril that had fallen to her face.
Buffy looked into his eyes as she heard the spell completed and when all she saw was love and concerns she smiled falsely at him, standing up and away from him slightly. She attempted to make her eyes swallow the tears, but still one fell from her luminous orbs.
“Pet, what’s wrong?” The Vampire asked once again, concern evident in his voice as his hand rose to brush away the tear. He frowned when she moved out of his reach.
“I’m gonna go patrol, Willow will you come with me?” Buffy addressed the Witch instead; who was watching the whole scene in shock.
The Slayer moved to the door but Spike caught her hand, “Buffy?”
She looked up at him as she heard her given name from his lips. With a rueful smile she moved up on her tiptoes, pressing a tender kiss to his lips.
“I’ll see you later, okay?”
Spike’s frown deepened but he nodded, watching as she left with the Witch. A few minutes later, broken from his stupor he growled, stalking out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him; the loud sound shocking the ex-librarian who hadn’t noticed the exchange his mind reeling over other ways to get his Slayer out of the spell. Spike growled and headed towards the nearest graveyard.
He was out for blood, chip be damned.
~*~
“Buffy, tell me what’s wrong.” Willow said, staring worriedly at her friend who sat silently across from her on the bench in one of Sunnydales 42 graveyards.
Buffy sighed, dreading telling her the truth but knowing that after what happened at Gile’s she couldn’t keep it to herself any longer.
“I’m in love with Spike.” She blurted out.
Willow sighed, but answered in as normal a voice as she could muster, “I know, you’re engaged.”
“No, Willow. I’m in love with Spike.” She stared wide-eyed at the Witch, begging for her to comprehend.
Willow frowned, “What are you saying? I don’t get…”
“I’m not…I’m not under the spell anymore.” She forced out, looking away into the graveyard.
“What?” Willow exclaimed. “I knew my spell should…have…worked. Oh.” She said as she caught on. “But he is?” She asked quietly.
“Yeah.” Buffy whispered.
Willow watched as a silver tear slid down the Slayer’s golden skin and her shoulder’s slumped in defeat. “That’s why the heart.” She breathed in semi-understanding.
“What?” Buffy sniffed, facing the excited Witch as she wiped her eyes dry.
“Buffy, the spell tonight. It wasn’t a protection spell, it was a reversal spell…”
“I know.” Buffy said monotonously.
“What?”
“Wills, I knew the spell ‘coz it was the one we were gonna try on Giles. That’s why I had to go. I just…part of me wanted for him to be out of the spell. It’s not fair, Wills, he doesn’t…love…me.” Buffy sniffed again.
“I don’t know if that’s true.”
“What?” Buffy looked back up at the Witch.
“Well, after the spell was finished the tapestry settled in the shape of a heart. I could be wrong but I’m sure I read that means something…”
“Great, something.” Buffy muttered.
“Not just that, why would it work for you and not for him?”
“I don’t know, but I doubt very much that Spike is in love with me. Mortal enemies and all.”
“But you are?” Willow asked carefully.
Buffy looked away again, blushing, “I didn’t know until after the spell. I always kinda liked him, I just…” Her blush deepened and the hacker giggled. “Whaaah?” Buffy asked, mildly perplexed.
“I always wondered, ‘cause I mean you let him go so many times…” Willow giggled again, and Buffy joined in after a moments hesitation.
“What am I going to do?” Buffy asked once they’d stopped laughing.
“Carpe Diem.”
“Huh?”
“Ask him.” Willow replied bluntly.
“What?”
“Ask him if he’s under the spell.”
“How will that help?” Buffy asked, scared at the prospect of an answer.
“If he’s under the spell, which I don’t think he is,” The Slayer smiled at the thought. “Then we’ll think of something else and if he isn’t then you can live happily ever after.”
“So I just ask him, just like that?”
“Yeah.”
“So, Embarrassment City here I come.” The Slayer said sarcastically.
“If you don’t it will always be on your mind. It’ll be better in the long run. And if he’s a bastard then you can just stake him!”
Buffy giggled even though it wasn’t funny and stood up. Willow got up next to her and the hacker embraced her friend.
“I guess I’ll go find him then.”
Willow smiled encouragingly and nodded.
“Can you make it home alone?” Buffy asked, Slayer hat back on.
“Sure, I’ll make the two second walk all on my lonesome.” Willow said, pointing a thumb behind her. Buffy shook her head and laughed at herself when she saw that the campus was right behind them.
“I’ll see you later then?”
“Sure.”
Buffy pushed open the large, ornate iron-gate to the fifth cemetery of the night. She’d been searching for him for over an hour and her fear at the confrontation had only increased. She closed her eyes and allowed her Slayer-senses to take over, scanning the area for Vampires. Her senses told her there were two, maybe three over behind a group of trees and she pulled out a stake just in case, making her way stealthily to where she could sense the Demon.
Buffy gasped as she rounded the corner at the scene she was presented with before jumping into the fight. She immediately staked the Vampires before pulling one of the two Demons that were attacking Spike. Without preamble she snapped its neck. She looked up just as Spike threw the second Demon’s dead body into a gravestone several meters away.
A split second elapsed before the Slayer flung herself at the blonde Vampire, who caught her easily as she wrapped her legs around his waist as her mouth found his.
He turned and staggered ten feet, slamming her into a mausoleum. Buffy’s hands held his mouth to hers as his hand moved to her top. She was wearing a pink cardigan over a thin strappy top.
Impatiently, Spike ripped open the over-shirt; his hands roughly caressing her breasts as buttons flew to the damp grass below them. He slipped his mouth from hers. His lips travelling over her jugular, down to her chest. He kissed and licked the swell of her breasts that was enhanced by his demanding hands.
Buffy moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the tombstones and out into the night. She lowered her hands, unsnapping her lover’s jeans.
Spike growled against her chest as her warm hand began lightly stroking him. As he lowered his head to her nipple, he reached down to push down her pants. Ripping away her panties he thrust into her, eliciting a shriek of pleasure as he hit her clit. Slamming into her repeatedly, the two soon neared release.
Spike bit down into her breast and growled obstreperously as he felt her climax begin. Her inner muscles fluttering around him and her warm, powerful blood in his mouth was more than enough to push him over the edge. With a feral roar he came in hard spurts as Buffy’s heart pounded against his chest. He retracted his fangs from her breast and collapsed against her, his own breathing unnecessarily erratic.
Eventually Spike raised his sated to gaze to meet Buffy’s satisfied one and he smiled, kissing her tenderly. He broke away, pulling out of her, placing her carefully on the ground. They repaired their clothing (save Buffy’s cardigan, which she left open and button-less,) and Spike threw one arm over Buffy’s shoulder possessively as he led her from the graveyard.
“Have fun with the Witch, ducks?” He asked, pushing open the gate.
“Yeah…actually…” She began, reigning in her confidence. “I have to ask you something.”
Spike stopped walking and moved his arm from her shoulder, shocked by her serious tone, “What?”
Buffy looked up at him then sighed and took his hand pulling him over to a nearby bench, close to the magic shop. She absently remembered Spike telling her here was where he and Drusilla had killed a homeless couple and she shuddered, pushing the memory from her mind.
“Okay.” She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I wanted to know…well, the thing is…” She growled at herself. “Carpe Diem.” She whispered.
Suddenly she moved forward, violently attacking his mouth with her own. She pulled away abruptly, her eyes still closed, “Are you still under the spell.” She breathed before she could chicken out of it, her forehead resting against Spike’s.
She felt him frown, “What?” He whispered.
“Are you?” She asked, still breathing heavily from the intensive kiss. For a moment she thought he wasn’t going to answer.
“It wasn’t a protection spell was it?” He asked instead.
“No.” Buffy said, slightly impatiently. Neither had moved position; both had their eyes closed, neither wishing to reveal something that would end what they had.
“Are you?” He eventually answered, with another question.
A millennia passed before they both spoke in unison.
“No.”
~*~
Willow gave Riley a regretful smile as she told him that no, Buffy wasn’t in and no, she wasn’t sure when she’d be back. Finally the soldier left and the Witch watched in relief as he walked away.
Sighing she fished out her key and opened up the room. Walking in, she closed the door behind her, dumping her bag by her desk without turning on the light.
With another sigh she kicked off her shoes and shed her jacket, reaching over to flick the light switch. She turned and took one step towards her bed before she stopped dead in tracks at what or rather who was on her bed. She gasped, tears filling her eyes as she collapsed back against the door. Her hand shot to her mouth and through parted fingers she breathed, “Oz?”
“Hi.” The werewolf smiled uneasily at her, getting up.
~*~
Neither had opened their eyes, neither had moved. Both still sat there entwined, foreheads touching. Both minds were reeling over what the other had just admitted.
“Spike?” Buffy eventually squeaked out and Spike opened his eyes to look into her shocked ones; a look that mirrored his own. Without a word he covered her open-gaped mouth with his.
His tongue swept inside her mouth, tenderly pulling hers’ to play. He felt her sag against him and he pulled her further on to his lap. Buffy swung her other leg over his, placing it the other side of him as she straddled his thighs. Her fingers were gently stroking the part of his chest that was shown by the half open red shirt as her mouth continued to Mate with his.
Spikes own hands were tangled in her hair as he continued to deepen the kiss, purring contentedly.
“When did you get back?” Willow asked, her hand still at her mouth as she continued to stare wide-eyed at the werewolf.
“Pretty much now.” Oz replied, moving himself forward a pace.
“Why?”
“I found a way to control the wolf.” He answered succinctly.
“What?” Willow squeaked, taking a step towards him.
“It’s mainly just herbs and stuff, they said if I could find a Witch, she could make me pills and I thought if you still…”
“Who’s they?” Willow asked, wanting a little more time so that she could regroup.
“I met some elders in the Alps.” Oz took another step towards her. “Hug?”
Willow was broken from her stupor and immediately stepped into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. Oz closed his eyes, inhaling the scent that belonged to his Willow only, tightening his arms around her – both him and his wolf at peace for the first time in months.
~*~
Xander shook his head and Anya pulled her boyfriend faster past the embracing mortal enemies before he could say anything.
Buffy slid her arms around Spike’s neck, pushing her body further into his in an attempt to get closer to the vibrations he was emitting form his chest; content with the fact that he was creating them for the right reasons.
Spike slipped his hands from her hair, down her back, edging underneath the waistband of her pants to pull her body closer still to his. The Slayer rocked her hips into his and was rewarded with a growl for her actions. Buffy broke away for air and the Vampire used the opportunity presented to kiss down the column of her neck. Buffy pushed her weight up on to her knees, leaning forward as the Vampire slid his lips across her breasts.
Riley’s eyes bugged at the picture he was presented with and he stopped dead in the middle of the street. Several cars swerved to avoid him but the commando was oblivious to their shrieking horns. He eventually crossed the street, his brain forcing him across the road, his survival instincts kicking in. He took a deep breath and set his jaw, determined to walk past them and not be bothered.
Buffy pulled back and gazed down at the Vampire who then raised his head from her cleavage, “Lets go.” She said her voice very breathy, the flashing of his eyes bringing another flood of arousal through her system.
His arms around the Slayer Spike stood up, placing her gently on the ground and took her hand.
They took one step and nearly bumped into the stormy commando.
“Riley! Hi, um…” Buffy said, flustered.
“Hi.” Riley replied in a tight voice, as he looked the Vampire up and down before glaring at him.
Spike raised a scarred brow at the officer’s hostile perusal of him; his anger only halted when Buffy spoke again.
“This is Spike, my fiancé.”
Spike broke from his power play with Riley to smile down at Buffy, who gave him a slightly nervous smile.
“Hi.” Riley said, frowning at the Vampire who he was sure looked familiar.
“Well, we were just…” Spike began, moving the Slayer forward a pace.
“Don’t I know you?” Riley interrupted, his frown only deepening.
“Doubt it, Mate.” The Vampire responded his tone dangerous and low. Riley nodded, trying to control his desire to run in the opposite direction.
Trying to work out why he felt fear at all.
“So, I’ll see you around?” Buffy asked, moving the two of them to cross the road. Riley nodded and continued at a fast clip to the base unit.
There was work to do.
“Phew! That was close!” Buffy sighed as soon as they were out of earshot.
“Why?”
“Well, I saw him when I went to the magic shop the other night and I told him I was engaged.” Buffy explained.
“Still don’t get why pet.” Spike asked, turning them the opposite way then Buffy’s house.
“We were kinda dating and where the hell are we going, my house is that-a-way!”
“Dating?” Spike growled; his jealousy roused.
“Kinda. Where are we going?” Buffy asked again.
“My cars there.” Spike answered, pointing down the street to the blacked-out DeSoto. “What’s the wankers’ name?”
“Who? Oh, Riley.” Buffy answered absently as Spike opened the door for her.
“Pansy.” He muttered, moving round the car and getting in his side of the car.
Buffy giggled at his jealousy and slid over to him, “Are you always gonna be this jealous?”
Spike growled at her and she laughed again, leaning up to kiss him.
~*~
“So, you’re back for good?” Willow asked, moving her gaze up into Oz’s eyes from their entwined hands.
“Yeah.” Oz said softly. “Is that okay with you?”
“Definitely.” Willow stated, moving forward to gently press her lips to his. She heard a strange sound emanate from his chest and smiled as he deepened the kiss, allowing him passage.
“Because they’ll freak out.” Buffy argued as she sat on her Vampire’s lap on a couch chair in the Bronze.
“Buffy, when they find out it’ll only make it worse if they know you knew.” Willow said from her place, curled into her werewolf’s embrace.
“Wills, how are they gonna know? I don’t tell, you don’t tell, Oz don’t tell, Spike don’t tell.” The Slayer raised her eyebrows; “I’m not seeing the bad here.”
“Buffy, you know me and lying – sweaty palms, bad voodoo.”
“But…”
“Buffy…” Willow argued silently, her eyes boring into the slayers as they had a silent battle of wills.
The werewolf looked over at the Vampire that met his gaze from over the top of the Slayer’s head with equal amusement. Spike moved his gaze across the dance floor and sighed in relief when he spotted a Vampire attempting to get a meal.
“Pet…” He whispered into Buffy’s ear. “Why not argue later? There’s a vamp over there and I’m sure his meal would appreciate the assistance.”
Buffy removed her eyes from the battle they’d just been in to scan the club. Her senses immediately picked up the fledgling and she sighed, “I’ll be right back.”
She turned her head, pressing a kiss to Spike’s lips before getting off his lap. She silently followed the unaware couple out of the club and into an alleyway.
She hauled the Vampire away from the girl, ordering her to run before she rounded on the Vampire.
“Slayer.”
“Okay, look. I’m gonna make this easy for you…I’m in the middle of something in there so if you’ll just hurry up and die…I’d really appreciate it.”
The Vampire charged at her and she delivered a sharp roundhouse kick to his head. With a sigh she retracted her stake and backhanded him as he rolled back in. He landed smack against the wall. He attempted to kick her as she came up behind him but she kicked him in the back, slamming the wood into his back. With a sigh she watched him turn to dust and pocketed the stake to a slightly mocking applause that bounced off the alleyway.
“Nice work, love.” She heard a British accent drawl from the shadows. She sighed and looked up as a leather-clad figure moved out of the darkness.
“You know…” She began conversationally as the figure advanced on her, “That never gets old.” He walked slowly up to her, bodily pushing her up against the wall.
“Who d’a thought, huh?” She breathed just before his mouth came down on hers.
Spike pushed her further against the wall, his hands sliding down her back as her hands gripped his biceps. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she moaned softly against his mouth as he rocked against her. The feel of his tongue massaging hers and his erection pressed in between her thighs made her forget that they were two seconds away from a full public place.
The low, dangerous growl that rolled around the back alley walls broke into their lust filled haze and Spike broke away from Buffy’s lips and turned his head to the source of the sound. He immediately vamped out as his sire came into view and his arms tightened around the Slayer as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lowered herself to the ground.
“Angel…” Buffy began, though with no intention to finish. What exactly would one say to someone who loves you when they find you in the arms of another? Another guy – had to be worse. Spike – couldn’t get any worse.
Buffy moved away from the wall, though not towards Angel, but Spike’s arms stayed securely in place. Buffy swallowed heavily. Angel was still growling; his glowing yellow eyes focused solely on his childe. She could hear Spike growling. As the dark haired Vampire took a step forward towards them, Spike’s growling upped a notch and Buffy almost felt pain from the ever-tightening grip his arms formed around her.
“Buffy, are you out here…?” Willow’s voice stopped abruptly as the three supernatural creatures came in to hers and the werewolf’s view. Her eyes darted between Angel and the entwined Buffy and Spike. “Oh, goddess!” She breathed.
“Yeah, I was thinking somewhere along those lines myself.” Angel spat viciously, still glaring at Spike.
A minute of silent tension passed before the Slayer found her voice, “Angel…I…I…don’t know what to say.” She half whispered, pain evident in her voice.
“Nothing to say, pet.” Spike said evenly, his eyes locked back on his sires. “I think Peaches gets the idea.”
“I’m going to kill you.” Angel took another menacing step forward, “Get away from him, Buffy.” He ordered.
Spike snorted, taunting his sire with his eyes over Buffy’s head. “Bring it on then!”
The Slayer gasped at his tone, and she shook her head as she answered, “Angel, I know you’re upset but…”
“Now!” The older Vampire reordered.
“Don’t talk to me like that!” Buffy shouted, her eyes blazing at her former love’s arrogance.
“What the hell are you doing!” Angel shouted back, his arms raising in exclamation.
“Being happy! For once it’s lasting longer than a night!” She responded angrily. Spike smiled evilly over at Angel, whose eyes were glassy with tears at her words. Buffy eyes shot to the nights’ sky then back at Angel, “If you were here for a reason then go tell Giles, I have to patrol – it’s getting late.”
“Buffy…” Angel whispered but the Slayer ignored him, instead taking one of Spike’s hands, pulling it from her waist and entwined their fingers.
Buffy silently led him from the alley. As she passed Willow she retrieved her bag, saying in her eyes that she’d talk to her later. The Witch nodded the movement barely perceptible and the Slayer and Vampire walked away.
Angel watched them go in complete shock. As they disappeared from sight, his eyes fell on the Witch and wolf that hadn’t left.
“How long…?” He breathed, his eyes on the Witch.
Willow’s face contorted as she became unsure what she should do. Oz reached forward and took her hand and she felt that wonderful calm spread through her body at his touch. “A few days, nearly a week.” She responded softly.
Pain flashed through his face and Angel asked his second question, “How long has he been back?”
“A…a…” Willow faltered. “A few days…nearly a week.”
The Vampire closed his eyes as further pain shot through his body and he gritted his teeth as he forced his emotions back. “I came to let you know that Wesley found half of some document and he wanted Giles’ help to restore it.” He forced through clenched teeth. “Tell Buffy…Tell Giles please, Willow. Ask him to contact Wesley.” The Vampire didn’t wait for Willow’s answer but left through a back entrance to the alley.
“Oh, God…Oz, what are we going to do?” Willow asked.
“It’ll be fine, baby.” Oz attempted to reassure her, pulling the Witch into a gentle hug.
“Buffy…”
“What Spike? I’m sorry but while my yelling at Angel may have given you a happy I….” She continued in a softer voice. “I just wanted the hardest thing about ‘us’ to be the fact that it’s ‘us’. Not that Giles and Xander think we’re under a spell but Willow and Oz know we’re not and not that Angel’s all pissed off because we’re…”
“Does it make that much of a difference to ‘us’?” Spike asked quietly, his eyes focused on the bed spread.
“Does what?” Buffy frowned.
“Angel.” He responded, his eyes not meeting hers.
Buffy looked up in shock at the quiet question. The anger in her heart melted as she saw his ducked head and vulnerable posture.
She moved across the bed so that she was kneeling in front of him. She tilted his head up with one hand, looking straight into his eyes as she responded. “Never.”
Buffy moved forward, pressing her lips to his in a tender kiss. Her lips massaged his open and she led them into a deeper kiss. She heard him begin to purr and she moved her arms around his neck as his moved around her waist, pulling her on to his lap. Eventually Buffy pulled away for breath but Spike’s arms kept her close.
She heard him sigh and then felt his forehead rest against hers.
“I love you, Buffy.” Spike whispered, half-expecting no reply.
“I know, I love you too.” Buffy responded, her arms moving around him, her seeking comfort as she gave it. She heard him purr again, louder this time, and she smiled, closing her eyes as she tugged him to lie down. Buffy yawned and curled her tired body against his. Spike wrapped his arms around her, sighing as he heard her breathing slow.
When he knew her to be asleep he retracted himself from her arms and legs and crossed to the window, closing it and the blinds. Slipping off his clothes he looked down at his Slayer, quietly sleeping. She was still wearing her bronzing clothes, which made it easier to divest her of them. Spike lifted her, placing her gently under the covers before sliding in him self, spooning his body around hers.
~*~
*A few days... A few days... A few days... A few days...*
Buffy’s and Willow’s words resounded around his head. The image of Spike and the love of his life making out in the alley accompanying it with sound effects.
With a deep growl Angel slammed on the brakes, the black car making a sudden stop in the middle of the road. Horns blasted through the rain as the cars surrounding him swerved violently to avoid his car. The Vampire heard nothing but the on going litany in his head.
How could she have loved him like she said she had and then turned to...that ...thing.
*You should have let me turn her when we had the chance.* His Demon whispered maliciously. *We could have had her forever, and now he’ll take her over and over and over because you were too much of a pussy.*
“Aargh! SHUT UP! I won’t listen to this.” Angel tried to take deep calming breaths but he...he...he just....couldn’t....no more....to much....pain.
*You’ll always listen.*
The image of the Slayer and blonde Vampire passionately entwined and something of his soul died.
“Fine, you want control so much?”
*Yes!* An impatient growl in his subconscious.
The dark Vampire closed his eyes with a defeated sigh.
Eventually, a whisper broke through the silence.
“Take it.”
TBC
A/N: As always...review for more!