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Chapter 5: Introductions

Rome
Buffy’s Room

Kneeling on the bed, Spike slowly laid Buffy back against the mattress then followed, stretching his body out on top of hers. Her arms were still clasped firmly around his neck. ‘I’ve got to slow down, going to fast,’ he thought. “Buffy, luv, gotta slow down.” Balancing the majority of his weight on his elbows, he leaned down and nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Over too fast.”

Leaving his lips, Buffy made a trail to Spike’s ear and started nibbling lightly.

“Next time,” she purred in his ear before resuming her love bites.

All thoughts of him taking it slow went right out the window at her words. With a growl, he released his weight from his upper arms. Grabbing Buffy, he rolled so that she was straddling him while he stretched out underneath her. He gripped the bottom of her black t-shirt and lifted it up over her head and threw it to the floor.

She wasn’t wearing a bra.

He sucked in an unneeded breath at the sight of her bare breast. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Her breasts smashed against his naked chest, a soft moan escaped them both at the contact before Spike claimed her lips in another toe-curling kiss.

“Cor, Buff… feels so good,” he whispered as he released her mouth to trail kisses along her jaw.

Fisting one hand in her hair, he tugged her head back, strong enough to drive her crazy, not strong enough to hurt. With slow deliberation, he trailed kisses down her exposed neck. His tongue flicked over the vein before biting gently over where he could see the blood pumping through her jugular. He saw the marks left by his Grandsire, Angel; the long-dead Master; and that ponce Dracula and bypassed them, a fleeting thought of leaving his own mark on her neck came to his mind before he thrust it aside.

Spike couldn’t wait anymore and easily flipped her onto her back. Sitting up and pushing himself away from her body, he quickly peeled the shorts down her legs, sending them on the same path as her discarded shirt. Except for a tiny triangle of red, Buffy lay completely exposed to him.

He rose to his feet and stripped off his own jeans then rejoined Buffy on the bed. Starting with her toes, he trailed kisses slowly up one leg. When he reached the red triangle at the apex of her thighs, he gave a quick kiss to her mound.

‘This is no time for foreplay,’ she thought. Buffy’s body was humming, she couldn’t wait any longer. Fisting her fingers in his platinum hair, she tugged his head up.

“Fuck me now, Spike,” Buffy growled, her need making her aggressive.

Spike didn’t have to be told twice. He ripped the tiny piece of red triangle from her crotch before sliding up her body,. Grabbing his cock, he positioned it at the opening of her damp opening slowly rubbing the head up and down across her slick opening, coating it with her juices. He was torturing her, teasing her with his slight penetration. The pleasure was driving her crazy. Her body was screaming for release.

“Spike!” she begged with a shout.

He slammed into her in one motion, burying himself to the hilt. Fisting his hands in her hair at the back of Buffy’s head, he once again tugged her head back to expose her slim neck. With his face buried in her neck, he pumped into her with strong, forceful strokes. Buffy wrapped her legs around his lower back and locked her ankles to hold herself in place, allowing him a different angle, a deep penetration. The tempo increased to a frenzied pace; the bed started to creak as he pounded away driving her deeper into the bed. Buffy was close to sailing over the edge. She wanted Spike there with her.

“Now Spike, gonna... cum… now,” Buffy gasped. Her inner walls started to contract, squeezing his dick, coaxing him to his own release, sending him tumbling over the edge after her. With one final stoke, he poured his seed into her, groaning her name before collapsing on top of her. Both laid there, completely sated as they slowly became aware of their surroundings. After a moment, he shifted and slipped out of her before rolling to his back and dragging Buffy on top of him. Giving her a gentle kiss on her lips, he let her collapse on top of him, allowing her body to recover.

At first, he wasn’t sure if she would let him hold her like this. Before, she would get up, hastily grab her clothes and leave. She hadn’t liked for him to touch her afterwards. It wasn’t until the night she was kicked out of her own home by her friends and family that she actually broke down and let him hold her. Nothing happened that night, of course, but it felt good just to have her in his arms. She came to him again the night before their battle with the First still reeking of Angel, but he couldn’t turn her away. Could never turn her away.

Idly, he ran his fingertips up and down her back while her labored breathing and heart rate began to slow. It didn’t appear that she wanted to move out of his embrace so he continued to rub his hand up and down her back in a soothing gesture. He tucked her hair behind her ear, exposing it, enabling him to lightly nibble on it. He could feel her body start to stir above him, smell her becoming aroused again. It was making him hard again. ‘Slowly this time,’ he thought as he slipped inside her welcoming heat once more.

Gradually, he rolled them so that they both lay on their sides, letting her top leg drape over his hip. Tilting her chin up, he gazed into her shining hazel orbs. He kept a slow pace, never breaking eye contact with her. He made love to her like he had always wanted to, cherishing her with his body. Her eyes glazed over at the pleasure he was invoking, but she held his gaze. She had never allowed this before, this connection. Before, it was always about lust, passion, need. This time - with their gazes locked on one another, his thrusts slow and deep - it was about love. All too soon the pressure became too much. Buffy’s eyes started to drift closed as her orgasm approached.

“No,” Spike whispered. Buffy’s eyes snapped open again.

“Look at me,” he urged. “I want to watch you. See your eyes.”

Spike kept up the slow, deep pace. Suddenly, Buffy’s mouth opened, her eyes became unfocused. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm.

“I,” he whispered.

“Love,” he whispered again.

“You,” he mouthed.

He punctuated each whispered word with the thrusting of his hips. Eyes locked with Buffy, he joined her, filling her with his release.

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Buffy lay in Spike’s arm, listening to his deep, even breathing. (Not that he was or needed to breath, but that was the image that was in her mind. Someone completely sated after making love – and this time, it had been making love – and falling into a deep slumber.) After a time, she got up and headed to the bathroom. She took a quick shower then went to her dresser to grab some workout clothes. It was time for her to start her training session with the girls. Grabbing a piece of paper out of her nightstand, she wrote Spike a brief note.

Spike,

It’s almost noon. I’m on the third floor training the girls. Join me when you wake up.

Buffy

When she finished her note, she laid it on her pillow so that he would see it. Quietly, she made her way to her bedroom door. She gave a last backward glance at Spike after opening the door before stepping out in the hallway and soundlessly shutting it behind her. With a little sigh, she headed down the hallway to the flight of stairs leading to the third floor, and the Slayer training room.

Walking into the huge room, she noticed the girls were all sitting on the floor, stretching out their muscles, getting ready for the coming workout. Various weapons littered the walls. In the center of one wall was the scythe that had been saved from the last battle on the Hellmouth. It served as a reminder that evil was still out there but could be overcome with a little faith, determination, and a nice big axe.

Buffy took her position at the head of the room. The girls stood up and spread out throughout the room and Buffy began the kata. After about an hour and a half, she finished and the girls broke up into smaller groups to work on their hand-to-hand skills. Another hour went by and the girls grabbed stakes, daggers, or small crossbows to practice against the dummies stationed throughout the large room.

Spike walked into the room to see a girl mangle a suspended dummy with a broadsword. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed; his hair was standing on end. Buffy had sensed Spike nearby, and she stopped instructing one of the girls on how to escape a chokehold to look at the door.

‘Bed-head Spike, yum.’ She could feel her panties getting moist. Spike just gave her a knowing smirk, his scarred eyebrow raising.

The others in the room stopped what they were doing to see what had distracted the Slayer. Usually she kept them at it for five straight hours without a break. Today, it seemed like her mind was somewhere else. Plus, there were no harsh words. No quick criticism. Today, she was actually taking time to go over stuff without getting angry. Seeing a vamp, master vamp at that, standing in the doorway quickly got the girls on edge.

“Guess they need to work on their intuitive skills a bit, luv,” Spike remarked. “I could sense you all the way at the end of the hall.”

“I haven’t got that far yet. I’m still working on their defensive skills,” Buffy replied.

Seeing the camaraderie between the vampire and the slayer, the other girls began to relax. Buffy chose that moment to introduce Spike to the girls.

“Spike, these are some of the girls that the new council members have sent me.”

The girls walked away from the various stations they were at to form a half-hazard line about ten feet in front of him. The youngest appeared to be no more than thirteen, the oldest not much older than that.

“They’re a little young, slayer.”

“That’s the age group I get. Once they reach sixteen, they’re given their own watcher to look out for them. Right now, I teach them. Then, we go out as a group to patrol.”

Spike gave her a questioning look. At that, she said, “I wasn’t feeling well last night. That’s why I was here.”

“Ah, right then.”

“Anyway. These are my girls: Angelina, Stephanie, Zhora, Theresa, Francesca, Katherine (Kat for short), Lionna, Sydney, Petra, and Corina.” As each name was said, the girls smiled. Some gave a little wave.

“Ladies... You ‘bout through here, pet.”

The girls looked ready to drop.

“Actually, we’ve got another hour or so.” Groans erupted from some of the girls. “But,” she said over their outburst, “I think we can knock off for today.” There were actually a few cheers to that announcement.

“Besides, we can always work a little longer tomorrow.” More groans. Buffy winked at Spike.

“Ok, girls. Let get the weapons put away then hit the showers, dinner will be in a few hours.”

Buffy grabbed Spike by the arm and left the training room. “Come on. I need to get a shower before Dawn gets home. I promised her that you’d be here when she got home from school.”

With a wicked grin she asked rhetorically, “Now, how am I gonna manage to keep an eye on you and get a shower at the same time?” And, she sauntered off down the hallway leaving a rock-hard Spike standing there staring after her. He recovered quickly and raced after her. Scooping her up in his arms, he upended her over his shoulder caveman style and raced down the stairs as fast as he could manage without jarring her. Her squeals of delight floated back up the hallway.

If the slayers-in-training thought it was weird for a slayer and a master vampire to be acting like a bunch of lovesick teenagers, they sure didn’t voice it.

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