The Gift by Jeni

A/N: This fic is set along the timeline of The Gift but with an alternate ending. It goes totally AR from that point. Its a surprise! My thanks to BloodShedBaby for the beta help and for being my muse! This story is dedicated to you, Stacy!

Pairings: Spike/Buffy

Rating: NC-17

Feedback: Please, please with a chocolate covered Spike on top! spikesangel820@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike or any of the other characters from BtVS. I just like to get them naked and roll them around in a bed...or on a tomb...under the table....in the shower....ummm you get the idea...

The Gift

Part 1: Sacrifice:

On the night before what would be the thousand-year deadline that would allow Glorificus to return to her own dimension, Dawn had a dream. A dream sent by the Powers that be, showing her what the future would hold if she didn’t die. Afterwards, she awakened with a resolve to do what she knew she must; sacrifice herself for Buffy, Spike and the others. She rose finally around eight a.m., determined to spend the day with her sister and the vampire she considered her brother.

It was a good day. Buffy had invited Spike to the house at Dawn's request. She had told Buffy it would help make her less nervous while they waited to destroy the hell-god. At sunset, when her sister and best friend left her with Tara to patrol, she made the excuse that she was tired and wanted to take a nap before the others showed up for movie night. Dawn went into her room and lay down on her bed, finally allowing the tears to fall as she said goodbye to everyone she loved and to the life that she knew was a total lie. She gave it a couple of hours, letting Tara believe she was sound asleep before she slipped from her window and into the night, going to the one person she knew that would put the fate of the world above one teenage girl.

To say that Giles was surprised, would have been an understatement, as he stared at the young girl after she had told him her intentions. Surprised yes, deluded, no. As he stared into her midnight eyes he saw a being older then time, one who knew what had had to be done, and one that had the courage to do it. So he helped her, knowing when he did, that Buffy would never forgive him, but he did it anyway.

It was the reason Dawn had gone to him in the first place. She had overheard their conversation at the Magic Box and knew he wouldn’t stand in her way. By the time that she had been discovered missing, and Tara had managed to round up the gang, she was on the top of the tower built by Glory’s crazy minions, with her supernatural blood dripping down her slashed wrists, fueling the portal swirling with incandescent lights. She said a heartfelt prayer for her sister and Spike, for Willow and Tara, for Xander and Anya, and lastly for Giles. She stepped calmly and with a quiet dignity to the edge of the platform, the hell-god having all ready gone through, and spread her arms wide, her face tilted upwards and glowing, effulgent and whispered one word…

“Mommy.” And she leaned her body out, letting gravity do its work.

Buffy and Spike arrived just in time to see the hell god go through the portal, leaving her sister standing alone and bleeding on the tall, rickety looking tower. Buffy shot a glance at Spike and almost as one they raced towards the structure and began to climb. Buffy’s heart was in her throat and she felt as if she couldn’t draw enough air.

“Dawnie! Dawnie, don’t! Wait for me, Dawnie!” She screamed in anguish, knowing her sister probably couldn’t hear her and that they would be too late. Spike was just ahead of her, having the advantage of not having to breathe and longer legs, and she gasped at him desperately, “Spike, stop her…”

The vampire heard her plea and shouted up at the girl he considered his own. “Nibblet, don’t you fuckin’ do it! You stay right there and wait on me and big sis! Do you hear me, Little Bit?” Spike felt like he was being ripped in two. He knew they weren’t going to make it.

Dawn never looked in their direction and he knew that she couldn’t or wouldn’t hear them over the incredible noise from the dimensional rip. His body froze on him and he heard Buffy’s heart stumble, as the girl raised her arms, her mouth moving silently, and gracefully fell forward into the vortex.

“Dawnie!!!” Buffy’s scream split the air in the sudden closing of the portal, and both stood frozen as Dawn’s body fell lifeless from the sky.

They raced towards the falling girl, knowing it was futile, but having to try. Even as she hit the ground, they were there gathering her in their arms, Buffy sobbing openly and Spike silently, bloody tears running down his face. Buffy leaned back into his strong arms as she cradled the limp, broken body of the girl who, although created by monks and magic, was in every way her sister, as he rocked them both. A crystal clear tear was joined by a blood red one as they dropped slowly onto the rose bud lips of girl they both loved, joining together and becoming a glossy pink shine on her pouty mouth. Unseen by the Slayer and Vampire, the combined tears, flashed brightly on the lips of the dead girl before disappearing.

The funeral took place several nights later with only the scoobies, some of Dawn’s friends, and Spike in attendence. If her friends or the minister wondered why the service was being held at night, they didn’t ask and wouldn’t have been told if they had. Buffy stood next to the open grave and listened to the minister drone on and on about a life taken too young, but now at rest. She added a prayer of her own, that Dawn was with their Mother and dropped a pink rosebud onto the shining ivory lid of Dawn’s coffin and turned away unable to watch as they lowered her sister into the ground.

Buffy’s eyes bounced from one of her friends to the other, staring at each of them in silent consideration. Xander, Anya, Willow, and Tara looked away from her regard, unsure of how to offer her comfort. Spike stayed a silent shadow at her back, waiting for her to decide on her next move, willing to do whatever he could to help her. She looked at Giles last. The Watcher’s face was grief ravaged, but Buffy couldn’t find it in herself to feel any sympathy for him.

She looked at him for a long while and he returned the look with sorrow and pleading in his expressive eyes. Her eyes hardened the longer she looked at him, until they were as hard as emeralds and glinted in the candle light surrounding the grave site.

“Why?” Her voice was hoarse from the copious amounts of tears she had shed since that fateful night. She didn’t give him a chance to answer, the answer didn’t matter, only that he had allowed, no had helped it to happen. She continued, her voice growing cold. “I always considered you my father, you know. You were never just my Watcher. Now you are less than nothing to me. Get out of Sunnydale, leave. I don’t want to ever see you again.”

Several gasps were heard, but she didn’t know from whose lips they fell. She didn’t really care. Giles looked at her, hands held out in supplication. “Buffy, I’m sorr…”

She struck out, fury rushing through her body, causing her vision to blur. The sound of her open palm striking his face, echoed throughout the cemetery. Xander made a move to intervene, but a lethal look and growl from Spike stopped him cold.

"Don't even try to say you're sorry. I will never forgive you for this." Buffy informed him coldly.

She took a step back as Giles nodded with resolute acceptance, having expected no less for his duplicity. Buffy watched hazel eyes tortured, but resolute as he turned and walked away. The others were torn between the retreating Watcher and the grief torn Slayer.

Willow found her voice first. “Buffy…”

She too was cut off by Buffy’s hand coming up in a halting motion. “Spike.” She said, her voice suddenly shaky and frail.

He stepped up beside her, “Yeah, luv?”

“Catch me…” was all that she got out, before darkness rushed up to grab her in its greedy claws.

Spike swept the unconscious girl up into his arms and looked at the others with a worried resolve on his handsome features, showing them that he wouldn’t tolerate an argument. “I’m taking her home. The rest of you lot go check on the Watcher. Keep him away from her for a bit.”

“But…” Xander started to protest the vampire taking the Buffy anywhere, but was cut off by the icy look the vampire shot him. When Spike saw that they understood him, he turned with a swirl of his duster and disappeared into the night, the Slayer, secure in his embrace.

Part 2: Slayer Dreams:

The Slayer remained unconscious as Spike got her into the house and up the stairs to her room. He gently laid her on her bed and stroked the fine silk of her golden hair away from her beautiful face.

“Oh, luv, you’ve been through more then any one person should have to bare.” He whispered gently, knowing that her body and mind had finally taken refuge out of sheer grief and exhaustion. She was still grieving for her mum and now little sis. He choked back a sob but was unable to stop the tears from falling over pale cheekbones. His Little Bit, his Nibblet, was gone. Anger swept over him at the thought of Giles’ deception and he angrily swiped the tears from his face, and forced himself to take a deep, calming breath. He needed to focus on taking care of the Slayer.

He debated with himself for only a moment before deciding to go ahead and get her ready for bed. He knew she would be more comfortable out of her dress and stockings. He padded lightly to her dresser, the contents of which were familiar to him from previous unknown forays into the Slayer’s room, and retrieved the ugly flannel pajamas that he knew were an old favorite. Although he sure as hell didn’t know what a yummy sushi was.

Trying to be as impersonal as possible he quickly and efficiently stripped the clothes from Buffy’s body. He had done this for Dru a thousand times and pretended it was the same, that Buffy’s golden skin and warmth wasn’t anything new to him. He gritted his teeth and slid the pajamas bottoms over her panties. Trying to be the gentleman he used to be, he left her bra on and put the top of the pajamas over her head covering her breasts, before removing her bra and slipping her arms into the sleeves. He wouldn’t take advantage of her in that way.

He tucked her under the soft comforter on her bed, and without thought leaned down to press a gentle kiss on her forehead, before slipping from the room and heading downstairs. He tossed his duster over the back of the chair and threw himself on the couch wishing he had a bottle of whiskey and a bag of blood. Since he didn’t, he sighed heavily, releasing the tension he had accumulated during the evening and stretched out, arm thrown over his eyes, to try and get some sleep.

Buffy was vaguely aware of being carried in Spike’s arms. She probably could have forced herself into full awareness, but it felt so good just to let go for a little while and forget that Giles’ had betrayed her, to let Spike take care of her. She didn’t know if she believed that he truly loved her, but she did know that he cared about her and that he had loved Dawn. Safe was a word that came to mind, so she let herself be cared for by her once mortal enemy, a vampire. No, a man, who was now her friend.

It should have surprised her that he hadn’t copped a feel, or at least tried to take a look at her nearly naked body, but it didn’t. Somehow, just as she knew he would have never killed her when she couldn’t have given him a fair fight, she knew he would never take advantage of her when she was vulnerable. She was safe with him the same way that Dawn was always safe with him. She snuggled down into the bed when he slid her under the blankets and a small smile, the first one in days, graced her lips as she felt him kiss her head and slip from the room. Finally, she let herself go and slid fully into sleep, knowing he was watching out for her.

Her sleep wasn’t the restful one in which she had hoped and so desperately needed. Instead, she found herself lost inside her dreams, nightmares, of the night Dawnie had died. Again and again she raced up the tower steps only to be too late as her sister’s lifeless body tumbled through endless blood red skies. The dream seemed never ending, a repetitive loop from which she could not awaken.

When the dream started again, and this time she could tell that something was going to be different. She raced up the steps, screaming Dawn’s name, and in her dream, Dawn screamed back. She reached the platform and stared horrified at the swirling, crackling energy of the portal, knowing that this was what Dawn had seen right before she fell in. But this time was different, she shoved Dawn to a suddenly appearing Spike and turned running to dive into the portal. She screamed silently as she fell, her body in unbearable agony and again knew that this is what her sister had felt. She fell for what seemed like forever, awaiting the harsh impact of her body meeting the ground, but it didn’t happen.

She suddenly found herself out of the portal and in an all white room. It was a room, but it wasn’t. It seemed to stretch out before her in every direction, blindingly white and shining with light. Directly in front of her were a series of marble steps, framed by columns of more marble that seemed to go upwards forever. Standing on the top of those steps were two beings, one silver and one gold, identical except for the fact that one was male and the other female.

They moved together down the stairs towards Buffy. “Greetings and welcome, Chosen One.” The Golden female stated. The male simply bowed his head in Buffy’s direction.

“Uh…where am I? Who are you people? And hello, what’s with my clothes?” She glanced down at herself in shock. She was wearing a gown similar to the ones worn by the others, it was long and flowing white, small gold sandals were on her feet and silver and gold cuffs were around her upper arms, shimmering in the brilliance of the light surrounding her.

“We simply are, Chosen One. We are the Powers and you are in the realm between waking and sleep by our will. We have a gift to offer you.” The two spoke together, voices blending and lyrical.

Buffy stared in awe and not just a little anger, as realization of exactly who these beings were flooded her mind. She put her hands on her hips and glared at them. “You could have stopped it! She didn’t have to die! Haven’t you taken enough from me? My mom, Angel and now my sister! Why? Why did you have to take her too?” Her hands clenched into fists and tears streamed down her face.

The two beings stared at the girl, feeling her pain wash over them, through them. They took it into themselves and offered peace back. Slowly the girl’s sobs faltered and finally stopped, and she stood before them ready to listen.

“The Key was never meant to be put into human form and given into your care. The monks panicked and took it upon themselves to change its form and place it in your care. They didn’t consult the oracles before doing so and once it was done we were unable to interfere. Her sacrifice was the only way to save the world, look Chosen One and see what would have happened had she not done her duty.”

A shimmering window appeared in mid air and images of what was truly a hell on earth passed over it. In the window Buffy saw an unstoppable Glory open the hellmouth and release the legions of hell on the population of the earth. She shuddered and turned away from the scene.

“But why her? I would have gladly jumped in her place, it was my calling, my duty, not hers.” She turned pleading eyes on the beings, begging them to help her understand.

“No, Chosen One, it was her duty. She was the Key, not really your sister. Your duty is to protect the innocents of the earth and you could not have done that if you were dead. You are not finished yet, Slayer. You have so much left to give, so much love to give.”

Buffy let out a strained harsh laugh. “Love? Everyone I have ever loved is gone. What good is love to me without them?”

“Not everyone. Look, Slayer, at what your love has all ready wrought.” The Powers stated, pointing at window.

It shimmered again and this time Spike appeared in its confines. The life of William the Bloody flashed before her too fast for human eyes. She saw him changed from the Bloody Awful Poet, into Spike, Slayer of Slayers. Then she saw him in Sunnydale that first time when he was trying to heal Dru and again later when the Initiative captured him and he turned to them for help. She saw him helping them, first for money and then finally for love. Then they showed her how he would have been if he hadn’t fallen in love with her and she saw her own death.

She looked at them, surprise coloring her features. “He really loves me, doesn’t he? But, but what about Angel, I thought he was supposed to be my soul mate?”

“No, he was only brought to you, so that he might continue with his destiny. We needed him, he was supposed to be our champion and he became lost within the torment of his soul. By helping you he found himself again, and served another purpose in leading William to you. Your soul mate is William. He is to be your champion, to help you with your duties, to insure that you fulfill your destiny. He will bring you your gift, the gift we are going to bestow on you.”

Buffy’s mind was whirling with all that she had been told and shown. Now she knew why she could never kill Spike, why she had always been attracted to him and now she had permission from the Powers to love him. She shook herself, she would think of that later. “What is this gift you want to give me?”

“It’s this…” A small pink light glowed in the air between the two beings growing stronger and brighter, before floating towards Buffy.

It hovered above her, making her face glow as she looked at it in awe. It came closer and brushed her lips. She gasped in shock and pleasure as the light flew around her body and came to rest on her palm.

She turned stunned eyes on the Powers. “This is…Dawn.” She breathed, hardly daring to believe.

The beings smiled for the first time. “Yes, it is the soul entrusted to the Key by the monks, the part of the Key that made it your sister. We want to give it to you in a new form.” The window shimmered again and Buffy saw herself and Spike making love, her belly growing round with a baby that she thought she would never have, and finally the two of them holding a beautiful baby girl with sable curls, and bright blue eyes.

The image disappeared and she stared at the little light in her hand. “Hi, baby girl,” she whispered. “It’s your mommy.”

The two beings looked at Buffy and the soul that would be her child with gentle smiles. “So, Chosen One, you accept our gift?”

Part 3: The Gift:

Buffy awoke abruptly and sat straight up in bed with a gasp. Her breaths sounded loud in the silence of the house and her hands were clenched into fists. She slowly brought her hand up and gently opened it and gasped again as she realized that the dream was in fact real. The tiny pink light that was Dawn’s soul glowed brightly in the darkened room and Buffy stared at it in awe.

She screamed the first thing that came to her mind. “Spike!”

The bleached blond vampire was lost in a deep sleep, the first since the night that Dawn died. That night was the worst and the best night of his life, the worst because he had lost his Bit, but the best in that his relationship with Buffy changed for the better. Before then Buffy had kept him at a distance, allowing him to help her, but showing no overtures of friendship. He knew that that was his own fault; he should have never chained her in the lower level of his crypt and told her he loved her. In hindsight, he could see that that probably wasn’t the best way to declare himself. Since that night, she had turned to him. He knew she was vulnerable and he was trying not to take advantage of that, but she had turned to him in her grief, allowing him to take care of patrolling and of her.

Buffy’s scream had him in game face and up the stairs before he fully realized he was even moving. He burst through her bedroom door, crouched, feral eyes glowing, a low growl sounding from deep in his chest as he searched the room for danger. Seeing the blonde girl sitting in the center of her bed with tears glistening on her cheeks had him shaking off his demon and approaching her carefully.

“Buffy?” His voice was a low rumble in the quiet of the room, trying not to startle the obviously upset Slayer.

Buffy turned tear drenched hazel eyes on the vampire. She held out her hand to him. “Spike…” She faltered not sure how to continue, to get him to believe. All she knew was that she wanted to accept the Powers’ gift, and she wanted Spike to be the one to give it to her. He had loved Dawn as much as she, had been just as devastated by her death.

Spike tilted his head to the side and looked questioningly at the Slayer. Curious he stepped forward and took the hand she held out to him allowing her to pull him onto the bed beside of her. Once he was sitting, she released his hand and cupped his cheek in her palm, stroking his face. He leaned into the light caress and closed his eyes, unsure of what she was doing, but loving the gentle touch.

“Spike, open your eyes and look at me,” She began. “ I have something incredible to share with you.” When she had his full attention, she opened her other hand and the soft pink light flew up and floated towards the blond vampire. Buffy giggled as his eyes widened as he watched the little floating ball and waited for it. The light that was Dawn’s soul, circled Spike before gently brushing against the fullness of his mouth, then zipping around the room in apparent joy.

Spike gasped and brought his hand up to his lips, rubbing the pads of his fingers over them, eyes following the pink light seemingly dancing around Buffy. He turned shocked sapphire eyes back to her happy ones. “What? How?” The normally articulate vampire stuttered and a blood tinged tear ran down one sharp cheekbone.

Buffy cupped his face in her hands and wiped the errant tear from his cheek, bringing it to her lips to and flicking her tongue out to taste it. In it she could taste his emotions: love, hope, fear, grief. Everything she had believed about soulless vampires was being destroyed by the intense feelings of this incredible man before her.

“The Powers that Be. They gave her to me in a dream. They said that she is my gift. That you were going to give me my gift.” She leaned in and kissed him softly, just a press of her lips to his.

His lips tingled from the fleeting contact. “I don’t understand, Buffy. How can this be Dawn?” His eyes followed the little light as it hovered over them. When Buffy opened her hand, it settled into it, lightly pulsing.

“The Powers told me that the Key was never meant to be in human form, but that once it was they couldn’t interfere, that Dawn had to follow her destiny.” She paused and laced her fingers through his, her eyes locked on him. “They showed me what would have happened if Dawn hadn’t died. It was terrible Spike, literally hell on earth.”

Spike grasped her hand tighter and nodded, encouraging her to continue.

She looked down at their entwined hands and he heard her heartbeat speed up. Looking at him again she took a deep breath and began again. “They also showed me you, Spike.”

“Me? Why, Pet?”

“They wanted me to really see you, Spike. You, not the monster you were, but the man that you have become.”

He swallowed hard and felt tears fill his eyes again. He swiped at them with his free hand. Bloody hell he was getting as poofy as Angel, crying all the time. “What else did they say, luv?”

“They said that it was right, you and me, that you were my champion. They were right, Spike. You have been for a while, I’ve just been denial-Buffy.” She smiled at him. “They said that it was okay for me to have feelings for you, that you were my soul mate.”

Spike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Slayer, I don’t even have a soul, how is that possible?” He thought she was saying that his not having a soul didn’t matter now, that she wanted to be with him, but he wasn’t going to believe it until she spelled it out for him.

“I don’t think that matters anymore, Spike. The Powers didn’t seem to think that it did. They showed me a good man, one I should have seen for myself, but I was too busy fighting with you and myself. They said that you would be the one to give me my gift. Will you, Spike? Will you give me my gift?”

“Buffy, you know I would give you anything, I love you, but how can I give you your gift? I don’t understand what it is. How is this little glowy light Dawn?”

Buffy smiled again at the look of confusion on his face. “Sorry, I got a little off track with the explanation.” She looked at the soft pink glow in her hand and then turned the vampire’s hand over in hers. She watched, happy as the light jumped from her hand to his, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up.

Spike didn’t understand how this could be Dawn, but he felt it inside of him. This was his Nibblet. He tilted his head again and concentrated on it and then his face grew slack as realization hit him on the head. He looked at Buffy with awe, much as she had looked when the Powers had first showed her this miracle.

“Buffy, this is…is this…Dawn’s soul?”

“Yep, it is. It’s the part of the Key that made Dawn my sister, your Little Bit.” She looked at him, green eyes glittering with tears and wonder. “We can have her back, Spike. Not exactly her, because she would be given a new form. A form made from the two of us.”

Spike, gulped as he processed what the Slayer had just told him. “From us? You mean a baby, Buffy?”

“Yeah, a baby, Spike. We can make a baby that has Dawn’s soul. We can have her back.” Tears were running unchecked again as she looked at Spike with hope. “So, Spike, I ask again, will you give me…us, our gift?”

Spike really wanted to say yes, to see her face light up with happiness that he had caused, but first he needed to know where he stood. “Buffy, before I say yes or no, there is something I need to know. How do you feel about me, Slayer?” As he asked, he unnecessarily held his breath.

Buffy took a deep breath and answered as honestly as she could. “I care about you. I don’t know if I can call it love yet, but I do care, a lot. You have been there for me over the past few months and especially over the past few days since Dawn died. I don’t know how I would have gotten through it all without you here. I don’t think it would take very much to call it love.”

Spike nodded. “I can live with that, for now, Slayer, as long as I know I have a crumb. So, I guess the next question is where do I stand in all of this? I mean, once we’ve made her, where will that leave me? I won’t even consider it unless I’m allowed in her life.”

Buffy looked at him, shocked. “I never thought that you wouldn’t be in her life, in our lives. I want you to move in here, live with me, make a family for her and for us too.”

Spike looked relieved, her answer gave him the courage to make his next demand. “Buffy, luv, if we’re gonna do this, I want to claim you. This isn’t gonna be about convenience. It’s gonna be about building something. I want you to be my mate, as well as the mother of our baby.” He held his breath, waiting on her to pull out Mr. Pointy.

But she didn’t, she looked at him, considering, and then nodded her head. “I’d like that, but only if I can claim you back. We’ll belong to each other, and she’ll belong to us, a family, Spike. I didn’t think I ‘d have a family again.” She threw her arms around his neck and started crying again.

Spike picked her up and gathered her close, relieved and excited beyond belief. A family, someone, no two someones, that belonged to him that he would belong to. He felt like crying too, but refused to act like a git any longer. “I didn’t think I would either, pet.” He pulled her back a little, making her look at him. “Let’s make our family, love.”

The smile that spread across her face was almost bright enough to light up the room. Spike felt something flip in his chest at the sight of it and he crushed his mouth to hers with a long groan. This wasn’t the sweet little kiss that they had shared when he had been beaten by Glory or even the light peck she had given him when he first sat with her on the bed. He devoured her mouth with his, his tongue licking at her lips, asking to be let in.

She complied with a sigh, her hands sliding up to grab the back of his head, holding him to her as their tongues met in the middle of their mouths and battled. She wriggled on his lap, trying to get her knees under her for more leverage and moaned when she felt him harden beneath her. Lust for him swam through her veins, and she wondered why they had never done this before as his cool hand slipped under her pajama top and caressed the silky skin of her back.

She tore her lips away from his and gasped, “Clothes…off…now…”

He nodded his agreement and quickly stood stripping off his t-shirt and jeans while she disposed of her pajamas. Naked they reached for each other, stumbling in their rush, and fell laughing onto the bed. Spike landed on top, his hips coming to rest between Buffy’s spread thighs. They froze at the intimate contact, laughter still alight in shining eyes.

“Maybe we should slow this down a bit, luv, yeah?” He leaned in and nibbled on her full, pouty lips, before diving in to take a deeper taste.

Pulling back from his mouth to breathe, Buffy gasped, “Yeah, fang face, I definitely think we should slow it down,” She smiled up at him and winked. “We wouldn’t want to miss any of the good parts.”

Spike chuckled at her playful words, a low rumble in his chest that made Buffy shiver to hear. “Luv, with us…there’ll only be good parts.” He teased wicked blue eyes laughing down at her, as he rubbed his cock against her wet heat, tongue tucked behind teeth.

She raised her hips to meet his and moaned at the intense pleasure flooding her body. Her movements caused his playful smirk to disappear and ducked his head to kiss his way down her scented neck, pausing only to bite at her jugular with blunt teeth. She hissed in encouragement and he continued his downward path, stopping only when he had reached the rose-tipped breasts that were his destination. He laved each tender nipple until they were hard and she was gasping and writhing under his voracious sucking, before he left them and continued down her body.

He nipped her belly and dipped his tongue in her navel, causing her to giggle and squirm. He grinned at the sound and kissed the neatly trimmed hair that covered her mound, before spreading her thighs and settling between them. He looked up at her love and awe showing clearly in his expressive gaze. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this, luv? The days I spent dreaming of this, of tasting you, of loving you?”

She looked down her body at the bleach blond nestled between her legs, his pale, hard body a startling contrast to her smaller golden one. She shook her head unable to respond, knowing what he was about to do. No one had ever done this for her before, and his full, soft mouth so close to her burning heat, was making talking impossible. She knew she had to say something though, so she said the only thing she could. “Taste me then, Spike…”

That was all she got out before, with a strangled cry, he suddenly buried his face in her aching pussy and sucked her clit into his cool mouth. She cried out at the exquisite sensation and thrust her hips upwards, trying to get closer. He gripped her hips in his hands and flicked her clit over and over with the pointed tip of his tongue, loving the sounds she was making above him. He moved lower, making sure to keep contact with her clit with his nose and she shoved his tongue into her as far as it would go and thrust in and out of her over and over, mimicking love making, before he lapped at the essence he found there.

She screamed at the sweet penetration and dug strong fingers into the soft curls on his head, thrusting herself further on his tongue as she came hard. His name was prayer on her lips as gently withdrew from her body and licked her juices off of his lips. She sighed and held out her arms to him, eyes clouded with satiated passion and something that was softer, but difficult for her to admit. Lying there, her body still humming from the pleasure he had brought she fell the rest of the way in love with him.

He crawled up her body and froze as her small strong arms wrapped around his body and squeezed him tightly. A small sob tore from the small girl beneath him and he rose up as much as she would allow looking her in the eyes. “What’s the matter, love?” He stroked her sweat-dampened hair away from her face, his eyes searching hers.

She brought her hands up to cup his face, tears leaking slowly from the corner of her eyes. “Nothing, baby…it’s just…” She paused and leaned up taking his mouth in a kiss that she hoped would convey all that she was feeling. She pulled back, letting him see it in her eyes. “Love me, Spike.”

Spike couldn’t believe what he knew her eyes were telling him and he could have sworn his heart started beating when she called him baby. Leaning on one arm, he reached between them to position his throbbing erection at her slick opening, never looking away from the love that was shining from her eyes. “I do love you, Buffy. Always will…” and he pushed inside of her for the first time, his body sliding with ease, until he was fully seated in her pulsing warmth.

They gasped at his penetration, he because of the tight, wet heat, and she because of the cool hardness, both filled and fulfilled in their relationships for the first time. As he pulled back and thrust forward again, once more filling her and completing himself, neither noticed the soft pink light that began to radiate above their writhing bodies. As they lost themselves in the eyes of their lover, their soon to be mate, the light grew until it encompassed the Slayer and vampire, trapping them in a sweet, rosy glow that pulsed in time to the movements of their hips.

Buffy’s legs encircled Spike’s thrusting hips holding on and moving in counterpoint to his dance, allowing him to lead and following gladly as he took them closer and closer to Heaven on Earth. As their movements quickened, so too did the pulsing of the pink light that was Dawn’s soul, the magic of the moment building to an audible level, a low, vibrating, hum that was around them and in them at the same time. They gasped and held on as they began to reach for release. Spike felt the first flutters of Buffy’s climax and let his demon out with a low growl. Buffy, responding to the primal sound, screamed his name as she came, pulsing around him and tilting her neck in supplication, in offering. Spike felt his balls clench and struck, sharp fangs slipping into her tender flesh easily, roaring out his pleasure as her hot blood flooded his mouth. He sunk his cock in her to the hilt, his orgasm rushing over him and he spent himself deep in her womb. The pink radiance that surrounded the two, burst in a bright flash of light and struck the vampire in the back, causing him to release Buffy’s throat and arch his back in pleasurable pain as the tiny being that would be their baby left his body and entered Buffy’s womb.

Spike looked down at Buffy, blood tears running over sharp cheekbones to mix with her own crystal ones. “Mine.” He growled. “You’re mine, I love you, Buffy.” He leaned down and engaged her in a slow sensual kiss, lips and tongues tangling. He pulled back and tipped his head, exposing the mark that his sire had made over hundred years before.

Buffy wasted no time in claiming what was now hers. She reached up and latched onto his neck, biting down hard with blunt teeth until she drew blood, sucking it into her mouth, tasting everything that made both the demon and the man in that one mouthful. She pulled away and looked into eyes as dark and as deep as the twilight sky. “Mine. Forever and always.” She took a deep breath and let it out, let the past hurts go and reached for her future, her family. “I love you, Spike.”

He collapsed in her arms, careful not to crush her small form or hurt the small being that now rested inside of her. His and her tears met and mingled, soft no-nonsense words were whispered, and hands caressed, neither ready to let go of the newly formed bond, of their mates. Finally, as a new dawn stretched her awakening fingers over the horizon, the newly formed family relaxed into each other’s embrace and slept with small smiles curving lush mouths, each knowing that the gift they had been given would last a lifetime.

Part 4: Making Plans:

The day was spent sleeping or making love, neither believing the miracle that had occurred in their lives. Just as the sun was sinking, Spike kissed Buffy on the lips and eased out of the bed to pull on his clothes. She stretched lazily and watched her mate dress.

“Where do you think your going?” she asked sleep making her voice husky.

He leaned over her, kissing her still flat tummy, before moving upwards to take her mouth in a heated kiss. He broke away reluctantly. “Be back soon, luv. Gonna go to the crypt and get my things and run a few errands.” He pulled away from the temptation her mouth provided and turned to pull on his duster. He heard the sheets rustle as she climbed from the bed and picked up her robe.

“Wait for me and I’ll come with.” She offered, heading towards the bathroom.

“Its okay, luv, I’ve got it. Be right, back. I’ll have a surprise for my girl.” He smirked, tongue curled behind his teeth. “Won’t exactly be a surprise if you come with me, now will it?”

She giggled at his antics, and carried on towards the bath, “Okay, honey you go and run your mysterious errands, I’ll just stay here and take a nice, hot bubble bath, and wait for you.” She dropped her robe at the door and sauntered the rest of the way, nude.

She giggled again, as she heard Spike growl and stomp his way down the stairs. She knew it was mean to tease, but really, a girl’s gotta have some fun. She had known he wouldn’t come after her; he really did need to get his things and pick up some blood. They’d discussed it earlier. Just like she knew he would do a quick patrol before coming back home. She would no longer be patrolling, at least until after the baby was born. This baby was too important, a gift, and she was going to treat it that way.

She ran the water, letting it heat up, before pouring in a capful of her favorite vanilla bubble bath. While it filled, she looked at her self in the mirror hanging on the back of the door, turning to the side and skimming her hand over her flat belly, trying to imagine it round and full with their baby. She turned back to face the front, looking into her own eyes, trying to see the change that she was sure was there. It was there, in the way that her cheeks were flushed and the green of her eyes sparkled. She was happy, truly happy for the first time since her Mom died. One tear spilled from her eye and slid slowly over her cheek, but her smile never faltered. Her mom would have been so happy for her and for Spike.

Her face scrunched a little as thinking of her mom made her think of Giles. What was she going to do about the others? In spite of her happiness, she wasn’t quite ready to mend fences. She wanted to have time for her and Spike to settle in, get used to living together, to get used the idea that they were going to be together as a couple and have a baby together. She wasn’t quite ready to share that bit of news either.

She shrugged off her thoughts and stepped into the steaming water, sighing as it enveloped her tired body. She winced slightly as the hot water came into contact with the tender flesh between her legs, but smiled as she remember the vigorous activities that led to the tenderness. She had always been secretly attracted to Spike, but felt because of her duty she could never have him. Now that was no longer a problem, the Powers themselves sanctioned their relationship. She laughed out loud at the irony of that and rubbed her belly soothingly. Daddy will be home soon little girl.

Spike packed up the last of his stuff, tossing the duffle bag by the door of the crypt. He had one last thing to take from this place that he had reluctantly called home for the past two years. He went to the sarcophagus farthest from the entrance and slowly turned a small engraved flower, as he did, a small panel in the heavy stone slid back revealing an opening just wide enough for his hand to fit through and slipped it inside, pulling out a small locked chest. He took the key from his pocket and unlocked the small lock tossing both away; he wouldn’t need them anymore.

He pulled open the lid and caught an unnecessary breath, the same as he had when he first discovered the treasure of Amara. Buffy may have taken the ring, but the rest of the treasure he had hidden here where no one ever thought to ask about it. At the time, he did just because he could, and so the Slayer wouldn’t get her hands on it and give it to the Poof. Now he was glad that he had. He would be able to use this to support his mate and his child for the rest of their lives.

He took a few moments to search through the jewels and gold, looking for something that he thought he remembered. His eyes lit up when he found it and he held it up to the candlelight watching the flames turn the blood red gem into fire. It was a delicate gold filigree ring, set with the deepest red ruby Spike had ever seen. It would be perfect. Now he just had to get up the nerve to ask her again. There was no spell to influence them this time. There was only the two of them, well three.

He grinned goofily for a minute at the thought of the baby with which the Powers had gifted them. He had never thought to have a child of his own; he had given up on that idea before he was even turned. That he was being given the opportunity now, after over a hundred years of death and destruction awed him. He was beneath them, undeserving, he didn’t know what the Powers had seen in him that made them think that he was worthy, but he promised them, Buffy and himself that he would be a better man for them. He wouldn’t let them down.

He placed the ruby on his pinkie finger and closed the lid the chest, tucking it inside his duster pocket for safekeeping. He grabbed his bag off of the floor and left, the heavy door shutting on his recent past, without looking back.

He entered the back room at Willie’s, unwilling to draw attention to himself from the patrons in the demon bar. He stuck his head out briefly and nodded at Willie, calling the little man into the back.

“What’s up, Spike?” The bar owner questioned, keeping his voice down. He had a system worked out with Spike and the Slayer, they came through the front, he got beat up and spilled his guts; no real harm, and none of the other demons were the wiser. They came in from the back, and it was no one’s business but their own. It worked out for everyone.

“I need you to help me find a buyer,” he paused for a few minutes, drawing out the suspense for the little man. He pulled from his pocket one of the more impressive pieces from the treasure. He smirked as the little man’s eyes bulged from their sockets. “for this and the rest.”

“Geez, Spike, you been hidin’ the treasure of Amara all this time?” He paused while Spike nodded. “Oh, yeah, I know someone that’ll pay big for these. Actually, I’ll pay you for these straight out. That’s how sure I am about it.” He yelled out to the front, Clem, buddy, gotta run out, you’re in charge!”

Spike didn’t hear Clem’s response, but the Willie started ushering him towards the back door. “Let’s go to the bank and I’ll transfer the funds for you; what’d ya say, about thirty mill?. You got an account in town?”

“Uh, no,” Spike was taken aback by Willie’s offer; the little bar owner had that kind of money? Spike thought it over. He could probably get more if he went to L. A., but thirty million dollars was more then enough for them to live on, and if invested, it would provide for the Bit’s future family as well. “but my account in Los Angeles is still open and I have the routing numbers and everythin’. Willie, you gotta deal.”

The two took a moment to shake on it. Then, “So, Spike, you’ve had this the whole time, and you been livin’ in the crypt? Man, what were you thinkin’? What’s different now?”

Spike grinned, “Well, didn’t really need the money before, mate. Was too much fun makin’ the white hats pay for my blood and smokes, but Willie, things change. Can’t really go into it now, but in a few days, I’ll tell you all about it. By the way, could you transfer all of the money except for about ten thousand dollars? Need to get a few things.”

“ Sure, Spike, whatever, let’s conduct our business. This is a great day, buddy!” Willie held the door at the bank for Spike to enter.

A/N: This next part is for Shady because she wanted it so bad...

Part 5: Finalizing Details:

Spike knew he was smiling like an idiot as he left the jewelry store. He had taken the ring from the treasure in with him to match the gold up with a wedding band for his love. He felt like a ponce, but didn’t really care. He had left the little store with a wedding band for him, and a channel set diamond and ruby band to go along with her ruby engagement ring. He hoped she liked it. Hell, he hoped she said yes.

He had also stopped by a place where Willie had told him that a guy made forgeries, and had paid the bloke a goodly amount to make him a set of papers. Looking at them now, it was definitely worth it. He had a birth certificate having him born in England to the parents of American citizens teaching in the country and showing him to be twenty-six years old, a driver’s license for the state of California, and a social security card.

His last stop was at the flower shop, where he purchased a dozen pure white roses and a bottle of sparkling red grape juice; juice that was good for Buffy and the baby, but sparkling to celebrate.

His errands complete, he picked up the DeSoto from where he left it at Willie’s and headed home. Home, never had the word meant as much to him as it did right now.

Buffy had finished her bath and wrapped her self in a red silk peignoir set. She had bought last summer on sale, and had never worn it. She brushed her blond hair until it lay straight and smooth down her back and applied a light coat of mascara and lip-gloss. She went down stairs, leaving the lights off, but lighting some candles both in the living room and kitchen, to add to the romance of the night. Technically, it was their wedding night and she wanted to make it special for the man who had given her everything. She set out some fruit and chocolate dip, wishing she had some wine to go with it, before remembering that she wouldn’t be having alcohol for a while yet. She smiled and patted her tummy, feeling slightly silly.

She turned on the stereo and the gas fireplace, before piling comforters and blankets on the floor in front of it. She stood back and looked at her handy work, happy and at peace, before turning back to the kitchen to bring in everything. She added some cold chicken and some slices of cheese to the tray and called it dinner. She heard the door open and close just as she started out of the room.

She entered the room, her small smile turning into a grin at the look on her mate’s face. “Welcome home, Spike.” She said huskily.

Spike turned stunned eyes towards her, mouth falling open as he took in the sight of her. The red silk of her gown shimmered in the firelight and gold of her hair glowed, effulgent. At the thought of that word popping into his mind, he growled and pushed Nancy boy William out.

“Love, you look beautiful. You did all this for me?” He set his packages down and slipped out of the duster, before going to take the tray from her and placing on the table near the fire. He took her hand and picked his bags back up, leading her to the pile of blankets and helping her sit down, before kneeling before her.

She blushed, nervously nodding, “Yes. Well, its sorta like our wedding night, right?”

“Yes, love, it is.” He brought the wedding set out of his jeans pocket. He opened the box holding it out to her like and offering. “I know I asked you this once before, under a spell, but how ‘bout we make real this time?”

He took her shaking hand in his and held the ruby engagement ring to the proper finger, “Buffy, love, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Buffy’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at her mate, lover, and father of her child. That feeling of happiness exploded over her once more and she could almost see her Mother, eyes bright, urging her on.

She slipped her finger into the circle of gold, “Yes, Spike, yes, I would definitely love to be your wife.”

He slipped the ring over her knuckle, bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss. He smiled at her shyly. “I hope you like the ring, Buffy, it’s old, of course, part of the treasure of Amara. Our wedding bands are new, however.” He showed her the matching gold bands.

She took them from him, “Should we put them on now? I mean, we are mated, and its not like we can really get married...”

She trailed off as he handed her sheaf of papers. She took them, looking through them carefully. One set of papers was his: birth certificate, driver’s license, social security card, and bank account statement.

She goggled at the amount listed, “What, how? I don’t understand, Spike, what does this mean? Where did all this money come from?”

“Well, Pet, its like this, the money came from me selling the treasure of Amara. The rest, while not strictly legal, does make me a real boy now,” he paused and with a flourish, pulled out the rest of his surprise, two tickets to Las Vegas, “and that means we can ‘really’ get married. That is if you want to, Love.”

Buffy’s eyes grew large as he spoke, and she threw herself in his arms even before he finished. “Yes! When? Oh my God! I need a dress!” She squealed and jumped up, as if to race up the stairs and check out her closet. She turned back and looked at him, “We do have money for a dress, right?” She asked shyly, unsure of whether or not it was okay to assume that his money was now hers too.

He laughed and grabbed her hand pulling her back to him and planting her on his lap, “Yes, love, we certainly have money for a dress and all the bobs that go with it!” She wiggled around on his lap in excitement, enticing a groan and low growl from the vampire as his arousal grew. “Settle down, love, we’ll go to Las Vegas tomorrow evening and spend a couple of days, plenty of time for you to find whatever you want.”

She squealed again, causing her vampire to wince, “Oh thank you, thank you! It will be just like a honeymoon!” She covered his face in sweet kisses with every word.

Spike groaned and pulled her closer, crushing her hot, curvy body to his chest, catching her mouth for a long, searching kiss. “Good idea, love, let’s start the honeymoon now though, yeah?”

Buffy giggled and then moaned as he suited actions to words and cupped her breasts, strong fingers plucking at suddenly hard, aching nipples. She turned straddling his lap as he leaned back against the chair, lifting his knees to support her back as she arched into his hands. The red silk lovingly clung to her body, highlighting her breasts and the dark curls between her thighs where she straddled him, but hiding her from his hot stare at the same time.

He leaned forward and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, wetting the red silk and torturing the hardened nubs with the friction provided by the feel of the material chafing the sensitive flesh. Her eyes slide closed as she cried out, clutching her head to her breasts in a plea to never stop.

He dipped his hands between her splayed thighs and easily found her distended clit through the thin layer of silk, answering his question of whether she was wearing anything under the sweet little gown. He growled, rubbing her through the material, as her wetness spread, soaking the nightie and his fingers.

She dug her nails into his scalp and held on as he brought her to the brink with his clever touch, she panted, “Now, now, Spike, please I need you...inside.” Her breathing was labored as she neared her release.

Spike let go of her nipple and took his damp fingers from her pussy, licking them clean, eyes rolling back in pleasure at the musky flavor of her. He quickly drew his t-shirt over his head, tossing it towards the chair, as she worked the buttons on his fly, freeing his cock to her hot little hands. It was his turn to moan and she stroked it, toying with the foreskin and spreading the liquid she found there.

He moved her hands away, “Best stop now, Pet, gonna have a mess otherwise.” He grinned at the little pout on her lips as he took away her new toy and brought his hands to the neckline of her gown. He cocked his head, requesting permission.

Buffy felt a little thrill shoot down her spine and settle low in her belly as she realized what he was asking. She licked her lips and nodded, telling him it was okay.

“I’ll be sure to buy you a new one, love,” He murmured, right before he ripped the red silk down the middle, exposing her rose-tipped breasts and dripping curls. He growled at the sight of her tanned body framed in torn silk.

“You’re beautiful, Buffy.” He groaned lowering his head to pull a taunt nipple into his cool mouth. His hands moved lower, sliding over her flat belly and lingering there as he thought about what it would look like in a few months, round and ripe with his child, before continuing on his way, sliding long fingers over her slick folds. She hissed and tightened her hold on his head, hips moving against his clever fingers as they rubbed her clit, sending her into a small orgasm.

She shuddered and cried out as he removed his fingers and took a hold of his aching cock. He pumped himself a few times, slicking himself with the dew from her body, before angling his shaft downwards and encouraging her to slide onto him.

She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders and used her strong arms to pull herself onto his cock. They groaned as he filled her up, male to female, like interlocking puzzle pieces.

Spike leaned back against the chair once more, his eyes dark in the firelight, holding her gaze, “Ride me, Love.” He moved his hands to her ass to help her with the motion.

She groaned at his words, rising up slightly to put her knees under her, along his hips, before sinking back down fully. His hands led the dance as she rose and fell, nails digging into his bare shoulders. His hard length stabbed deep within her and his thick shaft rubbed her clit over and over causing her to whimper and cry out with every thrust.

“Spike, oh, baby, so good...”

He gripped her hips tighter, moving her on him faster as he felt her hot walls flutter around his cock. “Buffy, love, cum for me...that’s it, fuck me, baby.”

His husky voice sent her over the edge and her pussy clamped down, she screamed her release as she continued to move on him, wanting to bring him with her.

His balls clenched and he pistoned his hips in counterpoint to hers, before shoving himself all the way in and roaring out his orgasm, pumping his thick cream up inside of her.

Breathing hard, she limply rested against him, his hands coming up to smooth over her still silk-covered back. His unnecessary breathing was harsh in her ear as they recovered from their pleasure.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, Love?”

“I love you.”

He tightened his hold on her, tears coming to his eyes as he heard the words once more, “Love you too, Buffy.”

She was silent for a few minutes, relaxing against him and then, “Spike?”

“Yeah, Love?”

“So you’ve had the treasure of Amara all this time, and still made us pay for your help?”

He chuckled low in her ear, causing her to shiver against him, nipples tightening once more. “Noticed that, did you?”

She nodded, “Uh huh.”

He tilted her face up to his, “Yeah, well, evil here, Love.” His mouth slowly lowered to hers.

Just before his lips covered hers, she sighed, “Uh huh.”

tbc: A/N: I know mushy, mushy-I'll probably skip over the actual wedding and honeymoon. I'm ready to bring the others back into the story. We need a little angst to go with all the sugary sweetness ;)

Part 6: The Honeymoon is Never Over:

Buffy giggled as she opened the door and watched as her husband ran, blanket over head and dived through it, smoke trailing behind him.

“Bloody hell!” he shouted as he whipped the blanket off and beat it over him, making sure he wasn’t going to burst into flames. He looked back at his still giggling wife as she pulled their bags into the living room and closed and locked the door behind them.

“Tell me again, why we had to leave in the bloody middle of the day, Slayer?” He growled, only half joking.

Buffy sobered up and crossed quickly to her singed and somewhat irate husband. “I’m sorry, Spike. I just wanted to get home. I was missing our bed.” She pouted at him, trailing her fingers lightly over his chest. “Please, baby, don’t be mad at me?”

He groaned and gave in, he could never be mad at her when she pouted like that, that and she had called her bed, theirs. He pulled her to him and leaned in, taking that little lip inside his mouth and sucked on it. “Okay, pet, I’ll forgive you for almost making me combust...” he broke off as she squealed, “but let’s not do it again.” He finished lamely as she slipped away from him and picked up the lightest of the bags and headed for the stairs.

“Grab that bag, honey, and I’ll make it up to you,” She threw back over her shoulder, as she added an extra sway to her hips, knowing his eyes were totally on her retreating form. “Last one to the bathroom...has to go down on the winner!” She added cheekily, giggling once more as she heard the low growl followed by the sound of his boots hitting the steps.

She squealed again and ran as she realized he was moving much faster than she, tossing her bag into their room and racing onward to the bathroom. She heard the thud of his bag as he tossed it after hers, and laughed as she hit the door to the bathroom dancing around and declared victory, “Slayer, one, Vampire, zerrroooo!” She ended with a small scream as said vampire scooped her up in his arms and growled into her neck, game face on.

“Vampire, what, Slayer?” He hissed, pretending he was mad. He let her wriggle away from him, watching as she backed away.

"Vampire, Z E R O.” She enunciated carefully, loving this playful side of her husband. She shivered as he growled loudly, the sound going straight to her pussy. “And since you’re such a big loser, Spike...” She began; pulling the little sundress she was wearing over her head and revealing that underneath the flirty little dress, she was wearing only tiny little panties. Her nipples tightened as feral amber eyes watched her every move, the low growling continuing in his lust. “get on your knees and eat me!” She demanded, ripping off the panties and hopping up to sit on the vanity beside the sink, silky thighs spread wide for his perusal.

Spike’s nostrils flared, as he smelled how much their little game had aroused his wife. He grinned leeringly through his fangs, as his amber eyes took in her nude body, spread open for his pleasure. Her nipples were all ready hard and the lips of her pussy glistened beckoning him.

He dropped to his knees, a gracious loser, and curled his hands around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the vanity. “As you wish, Slayer.” He growled, voice rough with his demon and passion, continuing the game. He looked up at her with feral eyes and stuck out his tongue, letting her see how long and rough it was when his demon was out.

She moaned, and her eyes closed in anticipation of feeling it against her as he jerked her hips forward and slid her onto his tongue. She gripped the edge of the vanity, back arching as his evil tongue penetrated her folds and began to move inside of her. The extra length allowed for him to stroke that place inside of her that, until him, she thought was a myth. The rough texture of the cool appendage applied just the right amount of friction, bringing her quickly to the edge. She moaned loudly when he pulled it from her and began lashing her clit with it, slipping two fingers inside and pumping them in time with her hips movements.

“Spike, oh, baby, fuck!” She screamed, and he chuckled, having never heard the word fall from her lips before. He curled his pumping fingers forward, rubbing them against her g-spot, and tonguing her clit rapidly as he felt the first flutters of her orgasm.

Her hands left the vanity and grabbed his head, smashing his face into her pussy as she exploded, she screamed out her pleasure, moaning as he forcefully removed her hands from his head and pulled away from her still pulsing sex. “Spike!” she began in dismay, before she realized what he was doing.

He ripped the buttons off his jeans, shoving the material down and freeing his aching cock, he growled at her protest, baring his fangs in demand that she stay quiet and still. When she obeyed he curled his fist around his cock and stroked it, making her watch, satisfied when she started to whimper and slip two fingers towards her pussy. He removed his hand from his cock and slapped her hand away from herself, before grabbing her up and turning her roughly in his arms. He forced her hands up against the mirror and roughly caressed her breasts as his hands slid down her body to clasp her hips. He used his knees to push her legs open and pulling her hips against his, thrust his cock inside of her.

She screamed at his rough penetration, and came again, tightening further around his huge erection. She had never seen him this out of control before, but then again, they had never made love with his demon out before either. The Slayer in her loved it, clamping down on the cock pounding in and out of her, making him grunt and growl against her neck in approval. The feel of the cotton of his t-shirt against her bare back and rough scrap of his jeans against her thighs only excited her further, knowing that she was completely naked and he wasn’t, it turned on the naughty in her.

“That’s it, Vampire, fuck me! You know you always wanted to fuck the Slayer,” she growled, her voice rougher and deeper, more primal.

He growled and grabbed her hips tighter, and she knew she would have bruises, but didn’t care. She reached a hand between them and stroked her clit, coming again and screaming out his name. She looked back over her shoulder at him, knew he was close and what would bring him over the edge with her. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and bared her neck for him, submitting to his dominance.

She felt him grow harder inside of her just before he struck, sinking fangs and cock deep inside of her. His hips jerked against hers and the feel of his cum hitting her womb had her clenching around him again, each pull of his mouth against her neck drawing out her pleasure. She slumped in his arms as he pulled out of her, licking the wounds on her neck closed and turning her in his arms, demon retreating, worried blue eyes staring down at her.

“You okay, Love? I didn’t mean...” He trailed off as she stared up at him with glazed eyes, smiling sweetly.

“Oh, yeah, I’m more than okay. That was, wow! We need to bring him out more often!”

He allowed himself to smile then, realizing that the demon didn’t frighten her, that she truly loved him, all of him, “Okay, Love, we will, but for now let’s get into the tub and then into bed for a nap, yeah? Tired me out some gotta say.” He winked at her, tongue curled behind his teeth.

“Slayer wore the Big Bad out? Ohhh, score: Slayer-two, Vampire-zero.” She only laughed when he growled.

A/N: Thought I'd give you a little taste of the honeymoon, since I deprived you of the wedding. Next Chapter, Scoobies make an appearance.

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