by Spikesdeb

Epilogue

The crème de la crème of MI13 had departed Weisswurst’s castle with unusual ease. The minions hadn’t even noticed, befuddled by a mixture of despair at their loss and glee that their bondage was over.  Most of them were wandering about aimlessly as if wakened from a dream and Buffy supposed that the demon had used a mixture of drugs and thrall to keep his slaves in line.  She shuddered at the thought as she walked alongside her husband on their way to the jet.  W was still wrapped in Spike’s jacket and cradled in his arms, her head lolling against him where she’d succumbed to exhaustion and fallen asleep.   

The wet squad had run on ahead to ready the jet for takeoff, leaving Buffy, Spike, W, G, Harris and the two dazed agents, Osborne and Whedon, to set their own pace.  G walked in front, casting concerned looks back over his shoulder every few paces.  He felt honour bound to be the one to carry his old friend but conceded that Spike, with his superior strength, should be the one to bear her back to the jet.  He fidgeted with his glasses, pulling them on and off his nose in agitation. 

“G, there’s no need to hover – I’m not about to drop her now am I?  We agreed.  This is my turn, you can mind her on the jet, there’s a good fellow.  Now eyes front!  You’re making me blush!” 

W stirred in his arms and croaked out raspy words.  “G…you all came for me…” 

The gadgetmeister dashed to her side, taking her hand and squeezing it as they continued walking.  “Of course, W, did you doubt us?  Besides, this lot needed a good workout; it’s been rather quiet and they’re in danger of becoming fat and lazy.” 

Blond snorted.  As if!  He doubted they’d get any time at all to recover before they were reassigned to another mission.  It seemed as if there’d been a resurgence of evildoers lately and reports were coming in hourly of new – and not so new – foes that needed to be taken care of.  Master Bates, for one, had resurfaced along with the infamous Faith Layer and the wicked Kat causing mayhem and murder, and Spike regretted not taking the time to see an end to that beast.  Not an error he’d be repeating. 

Soon the jet was in sight and it wasn’t long before they’d all crowded inside and settled down where they could.  It was crowded but it felt like home.  Spike cleared a corner for W to curl up in, laying down a wad of coats for a makeshift bed and placing a kit bag beneath her head.  He begged Harris’ tuxedo and covered her gently, stroking back the red hair from her face.  Buffy watched, her heart swelling at this gentle side of her vampire husband that she knew so intimately but hardly anybody else had ever glimpsed.  She wasn’t jealous, well, not much - she couldn’t help a slight twinge – but she understood his feelings.  These people were more than colleagues, they were almost family; and Weisswurst had struck at their very heart by snatching W.  Still, he’d got what he deserved.  She just wished it hadn’t been such a quick death. 

Buffy looked around for a place for Spike to snuggle besides her.  She’d missed him.  He’d only been gone a couple of hours but when he was on active duty those hours seemed like a lifetime.  She was desperate to get her hands on him, reacquaint herself with the feel of his skin beneath her fingers, the taste of his tongue and the tang of his lips.  She felt the flush of arousal start wending its way across her throat and face, her heart racing in her chest.  She looked back towards him and knew his eyes would be searching for her.   

Oh yeah… she knew that burning melting look.  Mouth suddenly dry, she found a secluded space- and began to loosen her clothing.  Mile high club coming up… 

Spike forced himself to ignore the scents and sounds, the call of his mate, and turned to listen to W as she spoke softly.   

“Thank you for everything, Blond.  I mean it.  You didn’t have to do this, I know.  Once an operative goes missing, standing orders are to destroy all links to avoid an infiltration of the service.  I mean, I hoped…” 

A knowing look passed between them. 

“Just returning the favour, W.  And besides – Tara’s really scary when she’s pissed!” 

“Oh. You know!!  I thought maybe I’d misheard you earlier but no…so…are you really alright about it?”  Her green eyes were huge, her voice wavering as she watched his reaction.  Nobody had even known she was gay and now the brother of her lover, who happened to be a big scary vampire, had the power to crush her.  

Spike Blond smiled at the woman he’d moved heaven and earth to rescue, a woman who meant so much to him and who’d risked her life and her career to bring him back to the fold a few short months ago.   

“I’m more than alright.  I love my sister…and she loves you.  She’s probably waiting for you at HQ.  When you'd gone missing she came charging through the door and Chase put the store on lockdown thinking it was some kind of vamp attack.  Of course…she does have her moments, I should warn you…” 

They laughed together, easy in each other’s company.  W’s eyes were drooping though, the effort to stay awake too much. 

“Rest now; there’ll be time enough to catch up.  Good to see you, W.” 

Spike left her then and smirking in anticipation headed towards the soft arms and urgent kisses of his delectable Buffy.   

++++++++++++++++++++++ 

“Hey, G-man – we’re about twenty minutes from landing.  Shall we shake up the troops?” 

“Hmmph…what…oh, Harris.  Pass me my glasses, would you; I seem to have mislaid them.   Ah, thank you.  Yes, yes – I suppose we should.  Leave W though, she needs the rest.”  G struggled to his feet, stretching out the kinks and scanning the jet’s interior.  

“Where’s Blond?  And Buffy?” 

“Give you two guesses.”   

Harris motioned with his head to the back of the ‘plane where a “Bathroom Occupied” sign could be seen glowing neon red.  “Been occupied virtually the whole flight.  Hell, I had to move away from the door – it’s a pity you missed the soundtrack.  The man has serious stamina!” 

G blushed.  The vampire’s sex life was the subject of much speculation - and it must be said envy - among the men of the service, and the women still swooned when the suave spy passed their way.  But anybody with half a brain could see that Buffy and Spike Blond were matched in every way possible and neither of them would be looking for other partners. 

“I suppose they do have to ‘seize the moment’ as it were; in Blond’s line of work he never knows whether he’ll be making it home.  Well, we can afford them a little time before they have to be made decent.”   

An orgasmic scream rattled the fuselage, pinking G’s ears and bringing out Xander Harris’ schoolboy smirk.  A number of the dozing soldiers lifted their heads and started out with the ribald comments.  Soon be home. 

The sound of the landing gear engaging had everybody preparing for touchdown and gathering their belongings.  Buffy and Spike eventually sidled out of the bathroom, Buffy flushed and sweaty and Spike walking with an awkward gait and his hair tousled from its customary slickness.  Sniggers, whistles, and a round of applause greeted them and had Spike acknowledging the attention with a courtly bow and Buffy squealing and hiding behind her husband until she regained her composure. 

‘Yikes!  Busted…again!  Gotta learn to control myself…but I can’t help it… those fingers touch my skin and it’s hello Slutty Buffy… but I am only human, after all.’  Giving in to temptation was always so fulfilling.  Hell they were married; they could do what they wanted.  Where they wanted. When they wanted…even if they wanted to do it all the time. 

++++++++++++++++++ 

After a short debriefing for the tired companions and a thorough check-up for W in the medical bay, they were all released for 24 hours’ recuperation.  W was pronounced fit and well save for a little dehydration and some bruising but she was to be kept in a plush side-room overnight as a precaution.  After a crisply efficient nurse settled her into bed, Buffy and Spike held her hands and spoke to her softly, promising to locate and tell Tara to come see her as soon as they could get away.   

G had scurried off to his beloved lab, eager to write up a report on the gratifying efficiency of the spermositers while it was still fresh in his mind; whereas Harris had an assignation with a certain Russian spy to attend to.  Anyanka Jenkinskovitch had been waiting out front in her Porsche as the weary agents trudged in to make their reports for the record.  She was wearing the fur coat that had played such a large part in their couplings to date, and very little else -  flashing a glimpse of bare breast at Xander as she swivelled in the seat of the bright red sports car to blow him a kiss.  Osborne and Whedon almost tripped over each other in their dash to be first at their beloved desks, running their hands reverently over the solid reliable surface and making a pact never, ever, to come out from behind them again.   

The Blonds and W jumped at the loud rap on the medical room door.  “Come in.” 

“Erm…W…there’s a visitor here to see you…I think she’s got clearance, isn’t that right, 00666?” 

Cordy was shoved to one side, stumbling on her killer-heel shoes as Tara burst into the room and threw herself into W’s arms.  Buffy and Spike stepped back to give her room to check their boss over, because the lovesick vampire wouldn’t be satisfied with what the medics said.  She needed to make sure for herself.   

Cordy lingered by the door unable to tear herself away from the juicy gossip material unravelling in front of her.  She started when Buffy’s acidic tones cut across her consciousness. 

“Miss Chase?  I hope there’s a good reason you’ve abandoned the front desk to intrude on this family time?” 

Cordelia Chase, queen bitch of her high school, the girl most likely to succeed, according to her yearbook, by walking over her rivals in spike-heeled shoes, nonetheless knew she was outclassed by Buffy Blond née Summerpenny.  With an audible gulp, the brunette turned on her heel and scurried back to the Magic Box and the safety of data and numbers. 

“Buffy…” 

“What?”  She turned a dazzling smile on her husband as he looked at her quizzically.  “Oh she deserved it.  And besides, it’s fun taunting her.  Did you see how I made her run?  Me?  Buffy Summerpenny…oh, sorry darling – Buffy Blond.  I’m so baaaaaaaad.” 

The giggle on her lips turned into a squeal as Spike scooped her up into his arms and kissed her fiercely.  “Want to show me just how bad, Mrs Blond?” 

“Ahem.” 

The two broke apart and turned towards W and Tara to see the redhead flushed with embarrassment and Tara giggling, her vampiric hearing letting her in on the matrimonial discussion.   

“Time to go, sweetheart?” 

Buffy nodded at her husband’s question.  “Yeah, I think these two deserve a little alone time, don’t you?  Tara?  We’ll make sure there’s a car waiting to bring you home.  And W – rest up, and make sure you tell Tara about the Princess Leia outfit!” 

“Thanks, Buffy, William – but I’m staying here with W.  I won’t be letting her out of my sight again in a hurry.”  W squeezed Tara’s hand looking at her with green eyes full of love – and suddenly there was nobody else in the room. 

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 

Buffy closed the door of their apartment behind her with a sigh of relief.  It had been great to actually take part in a mission on her own merit, but it was even better to be home…with her vampire at this very minute filling the bathtub with scented oils and hot water to soothe her aching muscles.  

“Fancy a drink, pet?  Snack maybe?  What do you want to nibble on?” 

Buffy pounced, in one bound she had Spike gripped a round the waist with her thighs and her lips close to his.  “Mmmm…I was thinking of something a little more… substantial,” she purred.    

Steam from the tub was filling the bathroom, moistening skin and making Spike’s dress shirt cling to his chest, outlining his well-muscled torso.  The kiss was violent, bruising, a wild mix of teeth, lips and tongue that fuelled the already sparking embers into blazing passion until Buffy dragged her lips away reluctantly to take in a breath.  Blue eyes burned into her soul and stripped her bare – much as Spike’s hands were now doing with her unwanted clothes. 

“Hey, Mr Impatient – what happened to my nice relaxing bath?” 

“Well, you need to get these off first….” 

Buffy grinned at him and quickly took a step away leaving him clutching empty air.  Just as quickly she rushed him and knocked him backwards so that his legs hit the tub and he fell into the water with a splash, still wearing the now translucent shirt and tight black dress pants.   

“Not necessarily…oooh look, yummy nipples” 

Spike gasped, truly shocked by his wife’s actions.  He couldn’t take his eyes off her.  She was magnificent, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling.  It wasn’t often that he was lost for words but right now he couldn’t think straight.  That ceased to matter when Buffy joined him in the scented water, knocking the faucet off and splashing as she positioned herself between his parted legs. 

She finished the work he’d started on undoing her blouse, pulling the wet garment off her body and tossing it to the floor.  Her nipples were hard and clearly visible against the sodden lace of her bra, Spike reaching out a hand to cup one firm breast before Buffy pushed him away and undid the fastening.  The bra joined the blouse on the floor.   

“Your turn…” Buffy commanded, huskily.  Spike sat up a little, the water surging round his back and lapping at Buffy’s bare torso.  He didn’t bother with niceties, ripping his shirt off as he got to his knees and began slowly licking up Buffy’s stomach and across her breasts to capture droplets of water.  She shivered, his touch as always sending her into spasms of pleasure.  Her arms came up to wrap around his neck, fingers tweaking the moist curls at the nape as they pressed closer to each other; bare chests met and slid seductively with the oils Spike had added to the bathwater.  

There was no need for words, the two got to their feet, water streaming from them with a tinkling cadence that soothed and excited in equal measure.  Buffy reached for Spike’s fly, Spike did the same at the buttons on her trousers and in sync the fastenings were released, the wet garments pooling in the bottom of the bathtub.  Now naked, Buffy raised her leg and hooked it around Spike’s, pulling him towards her so that his erect cock pressed into her abdomen.  She made a tiny mewling noise in anticipation of the ravaging to come. 

“Commando, Buffy?” Spike breathed at her neck.  “What’s a nice girl like you doing with no knickers?” 

Buffy sucked on his bottom lip and nipped at it, drawing blood and inflaming his senses.  She licked at the oozing wound with relish.  “I told you, Mr Blond…I’m bad…” 

Spike gathered her to him and stepped out of the tub, sleek, wet, and trailing steam as he strode purposefully from the bathroom and into the bedroom.  

Buffy squeaked as Spike threw her onto the bed, but recovered and eagerly scrambled so that her back rested against the headboard, her legs spread to accommodate the rampant vampire that followed her onto the satin quilt.  Spike grabbed her legs and pulled her down the bed so that she lay beneath him, her hair fanned out on the pillow and her eyes glassy with desire.  The aroma of her arousal was making his head spin; he could hear her heartbeat, feel its thudding as it raced with excitement.  Her blood surged through her veins, honing his senses to almost painful intensity.  He could see the pulsing of her heart and made him desperate to bite her, to release her essence from the confines of her skin and flood his mouth with its glory.   

“Yes….” 

Her voice was whisper soft and he needed no further urging.   

The fangs descended, his brow ridged and his senses heightened.  He fought the urge to tear at the flesh of her neck and merely lapped at her skin to settle himself.  Buffy wanted more. 

“Do it!  You know how much I want to feel you…” 

He knew what she meant; every time he fed from her and she tasted the tang of his blood on her tongue, their connection intensified and their bond grew stronger.  Whenever they’d been separated and in danger, Buffy craved the renewal of their relationship.  And truth be told, so did he. 

Sharp fangs sliced into her skin, Buffy arching into his bite and gripping his shoulders to keep him feeding.  This act, the demon overtaking the man, defined their relationship.  She loved all that he was.   Hard and fast, she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of his neck barely drawing blood with her blunt incisors but releasing enough to coat her tongue and draw out a moan from her vampire.  

Without removing his fangs, Spike nudged her legs further apart and slid his cock fully inside her slick passage.  Foreplay over. 

Animal growls accompanied his thrusts; the rumble vibrating against Buffy’s skin and adding to the sensory feast Spike was gifting her with.  Every inch of her body tingled with pleasure and once again she thanked whichever deity was listening for the joy that was her life. 

“Flip,” Spike snarled, ripping his fangs from her flesh; he needed to mark her right now, reassure the demon that this woman belonged to him and would do his bidding in all things.  And besides – Buffy liked it nasty every now and then… 

Scooting backwards slightly to give her room, Spike looked down at his cock shiny with their combined juices and moaned, biting his lip and sucking it into his mouth.  She drove him crazy with want.  Buffy licked her lips and ran her hands from her thighs and up her body, making sure that Spike saw her fingers dip between her moist folds and followed their path up, up, over her breasts and finally finding sanctuary in her mouth where she licked them clean with her hot, pink tongue. 

When she knew she had him teetering on the edge of self-control, she flipped over, kneeling with her elbows on the bed and her ass waving in the air.  Her pussy glistened, the curls dark with her juices and the lips pink and plump from her arousal blood.  Spike reached for her, pulling her backwards to sink along his cock, his fingers bruising her hips where he gripped her and bounced her in time to his thrusts.   

When Buffy rested her weight on one arm and slid her tiny hand down to tweak at her own clit, taking in a casual stroke of his length on the way, Spike was lost.  Unable to stop the impending flood of his ejaculation, he pushed Buffy down to lay flat and spread her legs wider, pounding her into the mattress and bouncing the bed away from the wall. 

Buffy whimpered as her climax built, her nerve endings thrumming with electricity.  Almost without warning her pussy clenched hard around Spike’s cock, dragging him over the edge into a bone-melting orgasm that seemed to have no end.  He kept moving in her, slowing now and gentler, when suddenly Buffy was ambushed by another climax from her eager and greedy body.   

It took five minutes before they could speak and function.   Buffy’s neck was raw from the bite and aching, but she loved it, and the way it reinforced their connection.  Spike noted her discomfort as she rubbed the twin puncture holes and let his cock slip from her warmth, rolling onto his side and scooping Buffy round her waist to nestle with her back against his chest.  She rubbed her ass against his groin as she snuggled, almost provoking a replay of their lovemaking, but to be honest, both of them were exhausted from the physical and emotional upheaval of the last week.  As Spike lovingly licked at the wound he’d given her as a mark of his love, Buffy drifted off to sleep happy and safe in her husband’s arms.   

Spike watched her doze off and only when he was sure she was breathing evenly and sleeping did he close his eyes and allow his guard to drop. 

Another mission over.  A mission that had called not only on his skills as a spy, but his restraint as a friend and husband.  It had been tough.  But they’d got through it. 

He just hoped that Buffy had now had enough of being in the field and would go back to operations at HQ.  He didn’t think his restraint would last through another mission in which his wife was potentially in the line of fire.  Even though she’d not been in any immediate danger, the entire time he was dealing with Kiss Kiss and his goons he’d been wondering whether Buffy was alright.  It was distracting.  It could have cost him dearly.   

But now she’d got the taste for it, knowing his wife as he did, he doubted that she’d go back to being the little lady behind the desk.  She was more likely to go all out for a double ‘00’ licence herself.  Spike swallowed hard.   

He had a feeling things were just about to get extremely interesting. 

THE END 

CUT TO : a shooting gallery, a bank of targets hung up in front of cubicles.  Gunfire comes from one of the cubicles, the aim of the shooter less than perfect.  A bullet zings around the concrete bunker, sparks following it. 

“Buffy!  Will you please concentrate…that nicked my ear!” 

“Sorry!  It’s just……I’m being distracted, G….” 

Platinum blond hair appears from below the counter, Spike Blond wiping his lips with the back of his hand. 

“Oh for heaven’s sake, 00666 – will you please leave your wife alone during her assessment.” 

“Just trying to help, old man.  She’s got to be able to shoot straight no matter what’s going on around her.” 

Girlish giggles as Buffy pushes Spike down below the counter and wriggles, raising the gun with shaky hands.  G ducks as the next bullet ricochets wildly. 

“Oooops!  Sorry!!!” 

DOOOO . TE . DOOOOOOOOOOOO; DOOOOOO . TE . DOOOOOOOOOOO.  DOO . TE . DOOO. 

Buffy and Spike Blond will return in their next adventure – “Octobuffy” 

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