Author: Poppy.
Email: Slayerkitty@yahoo.com
I smile as I watch my best friend and new lover sleep. He looks beautiful. He was so warm, so eager to be with us. Well, he's with us now. Forever. I turn as I hear my sire chuckle. I blink at him. "Spike?" I ask curiously.
My mate pulls me into his arms, a smile on his handsome face. "You're purring, ducks." He whispers into my hair.
I smile back, and snuggle close to him. "He's ours, sire, and no one can ever take him from us."
Spike brushes his cool lips across his cheek, and looks over my shoulder at Xander's sleeping form. "That he is, Princess."
"Not even *her*." I growl, my eyes bleeding to yellow, my hatred for the Slayer apparent.
"The Slayer's days are numbered, pet. I promise." Spike vows, his eyes dark with anger.
It's then I realize how much he truly loves me. He wants to kill the Slayer for causing me pain, for causing my death. Spike is growling low in his throat, his body shaking with anger as he thinks of the bitch, and how he will make her suffer. "I wanna kill at the machine," Spike starts to speak softly, "that made you piss away your dreams, tear down your defenses till there's nothing there but me..."
"Spike..." I whisper, touched at the emotion and passion in his voice.
He looks down at me, his eyes full of love and devotion. "You know you're everything to me." He says seriously, but there's a hint of doubt in his beautiful blue eyes.
I'm not Drusilla. I would never leave him. I *won't* ever leave him. I answer his unspoken question. "Yes." I reply. "I love you too, Spike. Everything you are. Whatever ever you are."
He kisses me softly, and smiles down at me, and before I know it, that wicked glimmer I love so much is back in his eyes, erasing the uncertainty of the moments before. He looks down at me with a wicked smirk. "You looked like a Goddess." He murmurs huskily, nodding in the direction of the passed-out Xander, referring to our earlier game with the mortal.
I smile slightly at him, as the slight smell of his arousal wafted across the air. "Did I?" I ask, playing with the buttons on his red shirt, smiling coyly at him.
My mate releases a feral growl, and slams me against the wall. "You're cynical and beautiful, you always make a scene, you're monochrome, delerious, you're nothing that you seem..." He trails off, and rips my shirt from my body. He immediately lowers his head, and begins nibbling on my neck, making me moan. "Spike..."
"You're angry when you're beautiful, your love is such a tease, I'm drowning in your dizzy noise, I wanna feel you scream..." Spike mumbles against my skin.
I moan again, aroused by his words. I thread my fingers through his short bleached locks, and I push him back slightly, making him look up at me. His worried blue eyes meet my own cool green ones. "Baby?"
I feel my fangs elongate as my game face comes to the fore. "Just wondering why we bothered to get redressed if we're going to spend the evening ripping clothes off each other." I purr, licking at his neck. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, love..."
A delighted grin breaks over Spike's face. "You're something else, pet."
"I know." I grin impishly, moving into his embrace. I rake my eyes over him, before meeting his lust darkened eyes. "Didn't you say something about making me scream?"
Spike chuckled, a husky sound that made me shiver. "Indeed I did, luv. Indeed I did..." He purred, lowering his mouth to mine, chuckling.