Written by: Murray DeLee
Chapter 3 - Thirty-six Hours Later, The Summer’s Home
“I want to go out and kill something,” said Buffy in her most resolve voice.
“You know when I was a boy my da always told us, we don’t always get what we want. You’re going to bed, tomorrow if you’re a good girl you can go out and kill something. For the rest of today you get babied.”
She opened her mouth to speak as his lips crushed against hers. Silencing her in the only way he knew how as his hands roamed over her lithe body. She moaned against his mouth as her tongue sought out his, his left hand touching her right breast through her nightshirt. Finally, the need to breathe became an issue as their lips separated each panting for breath.
“Why do you do that?” She asked breathlessly.
“Do what love?”
She backed him into the bed as the back of his knees touched the bed he fell back weakly pulling her down with him. “You know what you do, distract me, make me want to do all sorts of things to you. Make me love you even more.”
“Slayer,” he said in mock shock, “I would never intentionally distract you from something you want to do.”
She rolled her eyes as she stared open mouthed at her bleached blonde vampire lover. “Yeah right, you just want to keep me safely tucked away in this house, when you know I am perfectly fine.”
His right hand trailed down her stomach stopping to trace her belly button. “I would never do that Buffy,” he whispered softly as he bend down and kissed the spot where her neck met her collarbone.
She moaned as she snaked her right hand around his head gripping the short hairs of his neck and pulling his lips up to her mouth as she urgently kissed him. Deeply her tongue tracing his lips as he opened to her, his hand sliding down into her black lacy g-string finding her wet curls his fingertips teasing her clit. She shivered under his touch as she parted her legs pulling him more tightly to her.
God she had missed this. Him touching her, him fighting to protect her from the world, not for the first time she wondered at their closeness. Not for the first time she admitted to herself this was her life, here in his arms. Nothing else mattered but them. She was brought back to reality as two fingers entered her. She arched into them and cried out, “Spike, please, baby!”
His mouth inches from hers, he looked into those hazel eyes that he knew he would always drown in and his own voice thick with lust. “Please, what baby?” His fingers moved in and out of her his thumb stroking her clit as he thrust his fingers deep inside her.
Her eyes momentarily rolled up in her head as she almost came on his fingers, finding her voice she begged him, “Please… in… me.”
“Not so fast pet, I want you to look at me when you cum, but your not to cum till I tell you. Understand, Buffy?”
She looked into his sapphire eyes as she nodded her understanding. He for his part knew there was never anyone she would ever obey like this. He smiled and leaned his face down to her chest capturing a pebbled nipple in his mouth and bit down with blunt teeth just enough to make her feel the pleasurable pain he was causing. She arched up and groaned her mouth moving and no sound coming out as her body was instantly covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
He sucked more of her breast into his mouth as he bit around the nipple gently his fingers increasing the rhythm as she thrust up into them hard, wanting nothing more then to cum and knowing he would not let her. She cried out his name and begged him to let her cum.
Feeling her muscles clench on his fingers he spoke softly to her, “Not yet, love. Not until I tell you.”
She groaned out, “Please…baby…I…need…to…cummmmmmmm.” Tears leaked out the corners of her eyes as she begged her body on fire, her mind a white-hot blaze of desire. Her hips grinding down hard on his fingers her muscles trying to suck his fingers in deeper as he curled them up and found her g-spot. She cried out. No one had ever taken her this way. No one but him ever would.
“Shhhhhhhhh, baby, soon feel it build, tell me you feel it.” He whispered into her ear his other hand pinching and tweaking her right nipple, till she knew she would die if he didn’t let her cum. His own member rock hard with desire, no one but his Buffy could do this to him.
“Spike!” She screamed out as her orgasm threatened to break free from her control. Her breath coming in ragged pants her hands twisting in the bed sheets.
He kissed her jaw line up to her right ear and whispered, “Cum for me love,” as he twisted her nipple almost cruelly.
She crashed hard like a wave upon an unyielding cliff wall as she exploded around his fingers her juices leaking out around her fingers. Her body jerking at his command to cum. She cried and jerked against him. Her mind threatening to leave her body the pleasure was so great it was painful. She whimpered some how finding his mouth with her own, her tongue frantic to find his. She couldn’t stop cumming against his fingers. Her cries muffled against his mouth. Panting for breath she tore her mouth from his and slowly he removed his fingers petting her to calm her, again she cried out and came hard against him jerking harder against his hand. Darkness claimed her as she welcomed it with open arms.
He stroked her face and neck softly watching her face as she slowly opened her eyes her breathing still ragged. Her eyes slowly focusing on the face of the man she loved more then anything in this world.
He kissed her lips gently tenderly speaking against them, “I love you so much Buffy.”
“I love you back,” She said as her breathing slowed, she lay boneless against him, sleep over taking her.
He looked upon her in wonder as he realized with pride he had done that to her. His Slayer. His love. His Buffy. Closing his eyes he joined her in sleep, knowing the night was far from over.
An insistent pounding woke them from their sleep, she wrapped around him. She kissed his lips and mutter, “What? This had better be important.” To his own credit he slept through the pounding on the door. She stroked his face in wonder and realized he had slept without the nightmares. She wondered what time it was and looked at the clock on her nightstand.
“Dawn go away it’s six in the morning we want to sleep.”
“Xander’s here he says he has to talk to you and Spike.”
“Tell him we’re sleeping and he can come back later.”
“Buffy, he says it can’t wait.”
Spike opened his right eye and slowly took in the face of his lover. “Tell the git to go away Bit.”
“I did that Spike but he’s drunk and he won’t go.”
“Bloody hell.” He kissed Buffy on the lips passionately for a minute then reluctantly left her lips each panting. “We’ll be down in a minute, Bit, and then I’m going to kill him.”
She poked him in the ribs and said softly, “You can’t kill him. I want too.”
Slowly he got out from under his lover and grinned in the way only he could, “I tell you what pet, you can watch as I tear the whelp limb from limb. Then we can come back up here and shag.”
She laughed as she got up and found her clothes putting them on even as he dressed. Together they left the sanctuary of her room and made their way downstairs hand in hand. Making their way to the living room the only people they saw was Dawn, Willow and Giles.
“What are you all doing here so early, and where is Xander? Giles what is going on?”
Before he could speak Dawn said, “I am going to make some coffee, Willow want to help me?”
She nodded thinking back to the last time Dawnie had made coffee. It was a disaster unless one enjoyed drinking something that looked like sludge. “I think I’ll make it and you can help me.”
The two young women left the living room as Giles started to clean his glasses.
“Well you see…” he stammered as only a nervous Giles could.
“Last night after you were released from the hospital I went home and started looking in the Codex. I came upon a passage that spoke of what I think referred to you and Spike.”
“Oh come on mate out with it already,” said an impatient Spike.
“Perhaps Xander could explain it better.”
Buffy looked at her bleached blond lover and shrugged.
“And he would be where Watcher?”
“Ahh he was too embarrassed to come in after the other night but he knows something that could help clarify the Prophecy found in the Codex.”
“Fine, where is the whelp? Lets get this done so we can go back to sleep.”
“On the porch.”
So annoyed at this intrusion Spike didn’t even smell the sunrise as he moved to the door and opened it, sunlight striking him he recoiled in horror as he waited for the burning that did not come to begin, he squinted at the sunlight as he realized that it didn’t harm him. Buffy came to his side as did the Giles, Willow and Dawn, the latter two watching from the safety of the kitchen the whole time.
Buffy put her arm around his waist, laying her head against his chest listening to his beating heart. Holding him in her loving embrace she smiled.
Xander a grin on his face stepped in front of Spike and said simply, “I guess this answers the question of who the Day Walker is.”
Chapter 4 - One Minute Later
“You set me up Slayer!” A somewhat shocked vampire said to the woman he loved in an irritated voice.
“Yes, baby I did.” She said into his chest.
“I could have died.”
“No you couldn’t have. I would never do anything that would harm you. You know that.” She lifted her head from his chest as she spoke. “I told you a few weeks ago when you returned I saw the sunlight strike you in the back with no ill effect.”
“You could have told me you where going to do that, Slayer,” he said in an irritated hurt voice.
“I tried to get you to test it out, baby, you refused. We needed to prove it to you. Be happy you can finally walk in the light of day.”
He growled at her and then did the only thing he could think of to do. He kissed her hard as he pulled her tightly to him.
Dawn giggled in the background and said, “Ah, guys people here.”
Reluctantly they separated but still looked lost into each other’s eyes. “Tell them to go away.” She said in a hoarse voice.
“Can’t,” said Willow using her resolve voice, “coffee’s ready.
Both Buffy and Spike growled, then laughed, as they slowly tore away from one another.
Xander whispered to Willow, “This is scary, they even sound alike.”
“You do know they are in the room and can hear you right?”
He shrugged weakly as the two turned as one and growled at him.
“Will you two stop doing that it’s not natural.”
“Why’s that mate? What’s not natural, the fact that I have a soul? The fact that I can now move about in the light of day, or is it the fact that I still love her more then my own life and she loves me,” his tone neutral as he spoke, the hurt evident in his eyes that he would never accept that fact.
Xander looked around nervously and then did something that Spike would not have expected even if he lived another one hundred and twenty years. He held out his hand in a sign of friendship.
Spike looked at his hand as Buffy nudged him with her shoulder. The room quiet as everyone present held their collective breathes. Finally after what seemed like an eternity Spike took Xanders hand in his and shook it.
“I’m sorry Spike. After everything we’ve been through the last year I should have trusted you.”
“Yes you should have.” He said even as a smirk played across his lips. “This doesn’t mean I like you though, whelp.” He said almost playfully.
“Yeah and I am still going to stake you if you hurt her.”
“Oh, sing me a new one will ya mate? That one is tired and old.”
They both smiled at one another, and then as everyone started to breath again, they hugged one another slapping each other on the back perhaps a little to hard.
Giles cleared his throat and said, “Did someone mention coffee?”
Buffy smiled and came over to Xander and hugged him saying softly into his ear, “Thank you!”
He pulled back from her and mouthed the words, “Your welcome.” Then he went to stand next to Willow and put his arm around her. Spike arched his scared eyebrow and smirked.
“What?” Xander said.
He shrugged and turned to Buffy, “Love you.”
“Me two fang breath.”
Giles cleared his throat and then they all followed him into the kitchen to get coffee.
Two blondes sat across from each other eating ice cream in the sunlight.
The Bleached blonde said, “You know I am never going to get use to this.”
The dyed blonde replied without looking up, “What eating ice cream?”
He rolled his eyes and said like only he could, “No, being out in the light of day.”
She reached across and took his free hand in hers and just squeezed it as she took another bite.
They both sat in silence basking in the sun and each other. For once all was right in their little corner of the Hellmouth. Her friends had finally accepted him and them. She for her part had never known this kind of happiness. She kept expecting to wake up and find this all a dream.
Five minutes later her cell phone rang. “Don’t answer it, pet.”
“You know I have to, it could be Dawn.”
“Yeah with our bleedin’ luck it is about a new demon come to Sunnydale to spoil our afternoon.”
“Hello,” she spoke into the phone as she rolled her eyes at him. “Yes. Uh-huh,” she nodded her head as she listened and answered. Then hung up and took another bite of ice cream.
He watched her put the spoon seductively in her mouth and suck off the ice cream. Finally he couldn’t take it any more and he asked her what that was all about.
She said in a calm voice, “It seems a Demon Gang is on its way to Sunnydale to break up our lovely afternoon. We have to meet the gang at The Magic Box.”
“I bloody well knew it. Can’t have more then five minutes peace living on this damn Hellmouth.” He took another bite himself and stood. Extending his hand to his ladylove, taking it she stood next to him. They embraced and kissed lovingly. Then slowly separated, he dropped five dollars on the tabletop to pay for the ice cream as they slowly made their way towards The Magic Box.
They walked in a comfortable silence her arm wrapped around his. He looked at her and saw that mischievous glint she always got in her eyes right before she was about to scold him or tease him. He braced himself for the latter as she burst out laughing.
“What is so bleedin’ funny, pet?”
“I was just thinking.”
“That sounds like trouble,” he said smirking.
With her free hand she slapped him playfully in the chest. “Be nice,” she said softly.
He looked at her with a hurt expression on his face, knowing he had done something wrong but had no clue as to what it was. On another level her smiling face was melting his beating heart. He took a deep breath to steel himself and asked, “So you going to tell me what I did wrong this time?”
“Awww, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong you did it all right. You were perfect.”
The newly souled bleached blonde vampire stopped walking and tugged her against him. “Why do you always do that, Buffy?”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You make me feel like I did something wrong.”
“Your just so much fun to tease. I can’t help myself sometimes, but I love you.”
“Love you too pet, so what did I do that was so right?” He asked curiosity getting the best of him.
“You paid for our ice cream and you left the waiter a nice tip at that.”
“Oh bloody hell. You’re the one who keeps telling me I’m not evil.”
“Hey Day Walker, you going to kiss me or what?”
His heart caught in this throat as he petted her face with both his hands, she was so beautiful it made his entire being ache for her. He leaned in to kiss her, his lips almost touching hers.
“Will you two just go get a room or something? You’re starting to draw a crowd.”
Both blondes slowly turned in the direction of the voice and as one said, “Dawn, why aren’t you at the Magic Box helping the gang research?” Then they looked at each other and started to laugh.
She for her part rolled her eyes at them and moved between them. “I was over at Janice’s house doing homework. Now I am over here on my way to help and I saw you. Goddess, Buffy, the whole world saw you.”
Buffy opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. She looked at her lover for help.
“Don’t look at me, Slayer, she’s your little sis.”
Dawn laughed and tugged them both. “Come on we’re probably late.”
They did the only thing they could think of to do and wrapped their arms around Dawn’s waist as she led them to The Magic Box.