Birthday Girl.



The smoky atmosphere and the dark interior of the jazz club suited his dark mood. The barman silently refilled his glass and moved away without trying to engage him in conversation. That was fine with him. He wasn’t here to chat and make nice with anyone. He just wanted to mind his own business and quietly get drunk. The soft strains of the solo saxophone were the perfect background to his somber mood.


He loved jazz. Next to punk it was his favorite sound. The club was pleasantly filled with an appreciative audience, and the scattering of small intimate tables filling the seating area, were humming with the hushed sounds of the customers whispered conversations.


The dance floor was filled to bursting point. The patrons were shuffling and swaying hypnotically to the soulful wail of the sax. The melodious sound of a piano joined the sax and the heavy atmosphere grew heavier still.


Gazing at the various people filling the club from his seat at the end of the bar, the blonde man sighed. He was careful to stay in the deeper shadows, away from the direct reflection of the aged bar mirror. He didn’t need to draw that kind of attention to himself, not tonight…not now…not when he was feeling so low. He just wanted to get drunk, to the perfect sound of the sinful music and forget…or remember.


He closed his eyes, shutting out the people to let the music fill him. Blindly, he reached for his glass and took a slow drink of the smooth mellow bourbon. He was aware of the barman refilling his glass and moving silently away again.


He lost track of how many times this process was repeated…the music had him and he surrendered himself to it completely. Time lost all meaning and the magic being woven around and through him, took him on a journey to the past. He didn’t normally indulge in trips down memory lane. He was much more a…live-in-the-moment…kinda guy. But on this one occasion, it was hard to hold the memories back. So for once, he allowed them to run unchecked…good…bad…bland…and sad. He just let them roll up to the surface for a fleeting moment, before they skittered back to the recesses where they came from, none of them lingering long enough for him to examine them. He wasn’t in the mood to examine them anyway…but it was pleasant to let them pass through his awareness…even if they were nothing more than echoes.


He had intended to remain in his seat, tucked away in the darkened spot at the bar until the club closed before dawn…drinking his liquor and listening to soulful jazz. Why he opened his eyes he wasn’t sure…but it was as if some force compelled him.


His breath hitched in his throat as his eyes found her.


She was on the dance floor. Her eyes were closed as she moved her body softly to the music. She looked lost inside herself and he wondered where her thoughts were.


He noticed then that the club was a good deal emptier, then when he’d last looked. The small dance floor was only sparsely filled and he had a completely unobstructed view of her.


Just as well too. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Watching her, he imagined who she was…what she was like? Was she feeling melancholy like him? Was the guy she was dancing with her boyfriend…her husband…or possibly her lover?


Did he even care who the guy was?


The short answer to that was a definite and resounding, NO!


But he did care to know her. She was beautiful.


Under hooded eyes, he watched her. A task easily done, even in the darkened room. She was unaware she was being watched and the predator in him made use of his enhanced abilities to try and distinguish her from all the other people still in the club. A corner of his mouth twitched up, as he homed in on her. He released an unnecessary breath…he had her locked in now…he could find her with his eyes closed.


Not that he intended to close his eyes again…not when she was right in front of him...only a fool would deny himself the pleasure of gazing at a woman as beautiful as this one.


His blue-eyed gaze, floated over her…softly, like the low velvety notes spilling from the sax. He caressed her with his eyes…anticipating doing the same with his hands…his mouth…his body.


Her perfect figure was swathed in a black form fitting dress. The fabric clung to her shape, molding itself to her like a lover’s body. It shimmered and gleamed with the metallic copper threads woven into it, drawing the eye to the sharp sparkle as the candlelight picked up the glint at her hip, her shoulder, and her thigh.


He let his eyes linger on the one shapely thigh, exposed by the deep split running along the side seam of her dress. Her lightly tanned skin shimmered as if lightly oiled…glinting a more tantalizing soft gold than any metal could ever hope for. His mouth watered as he thought about running his hand along her luscious flesh.


Arousal swelled inside him…stirring in his belly with the fine bourbon…the heat building slowly…until it combusted like a fuse and raced straight to his cock.


He had to touch her…feel her…taste her. His cocked throbbed. He had to have her.


The barman refilled his glass again. And again…and a few more agains, while he waited for the saxophone player to finish his number and the dance to end.


The music ended and the hum of voices grew louder for a moment…the player took a short break to have a drink and relax his throat but the piano continued to play in the background.


He watched her break contact with her dance partner and smile softly. He thought she was being polite…he imagined her thanking the man…yet refusing another dance.


He was delighted to see her move away from the man and make her way to a table at the edge of the room. She took a seat between two other women. There were no men at the table.


He smiled…a gesture that made his high cheekbone even higher.


He waved the barman over and asked him to send a bottle of champagne over to the women. The barman looked over his shoulder at the table the blonde pointed to and nodded.


Not in the least bit drunk, he made his way carefully to her table. He timed his arrival perfectly to coincide with the arrival of the champagne and the saxophone player starting another low, soulful number.


The women looked up when he stopped in front of them. He smiled briefly at the other two, before fixing his gaze on her. The waiter placed the champagne on the table.


“I hope you don’t mind me taking the liberty of ordering you some champagne ladies?” He said to the two women on either side of the blonde beauty. “It’s a poor compensation for stealing your friend away, but it’s all I could come up with for now.”


The two women smiled back at him, their glances shooting back and forth between him and their friend, who was merely gazing up at him.


He held his hand out to her. “Dance with me…please,” he said.


Her soft hazel eyes never left his face. Slowly, she placed her hand in his and let him guide her back to the dance floor.


Her friends smiled and moved closer together, gossiping before the first glass of pale amber liquid could be poured into a crystal flute.


Her hand was soft. Her fingers were slim and delicate. And he forgot her friends as soon as her warm skin joined with his cooler palm.


Savoring the moment, he gently pulled her into his arms. He nearly sighed as her body rested against him. He could hear and feel her heart beating. She was nervous…he made her nervous. Holding her tenderly, he angled his head so he could look at her.


He was pleased to see she didn’t close her eyes this time. Instead, her gaze was fixed on him…an expression of slight bafflement on her lovely face. He let his eyes sweep over her face and hair…the message clear and strong in his eyes.


She gasped softly. Her full lush lips parted slightly as the soft sound escaped her. His eyes were drawn to her mouth and he licked his lips, smiling softly when he realized she understood him. She tensed. He pulled her closer, breathing softly at her ear.


“Sssshh…it’s okay.”


She relaxed a little but her heart didn’t slow.


“What’s your name?” he asked.


She shook her head.


He smiled at her unwillingness to tell him and chuckled. The low husky sound shivered through her, as her rubbed his cheek against her own.


“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just have to call you Beauty,” he whispered at her ear.


She pulled back and gave him a cool look. “My mother warned me about men like you,” she said.


His arms tightened about her as her voice reached his ears. The sound could rival the sax…


He closed his eyes, storing the sound away to be mulled over at a later time…he linked it to imagery, making it easier to recall…dark rain…hot…and falling from a midnight sky…soft and cleansing. Only one sentence and he knew the sound of her voice was purer than any blessed church bell would ever be.


“Every mother warns their daughters about men like me…as they should,” he whispered back. “That doesn’t mean every daughter has to listen.”


She looked at him steadily. She was trying to figure out if he was teasing her or not.


“Well I listen to mine,” she replied.


He smiled at her. Catching her hand, he pressed it to her wildly beating heart. “Forget you mother and listen to your heart,” he whispered seductively.


Her eyes flared in surprise and her heart beat faster still. She gasped and looked down at his hand pressed over hers’ at her breast. He rubbed her nipple through the fabric of her dress with his thumb. She shivered. Quickly, she looked back at him. His gaze was fixed firmly on her face…his thumb continued to caress her nipple.


Suddenly, her knees felt very weak and her neglected breast ached in protest. She swallowed and licked her lips; unaware of the rapid rise and fall of her pert breasts or the effect it was having on the man she was dancing with.


He groaned. “Tell me your name…please,” he begged.


She relented. “Buffy,” she said breathlessly.


He smiled again. “Buffy…yes…it’s perfect for you. A beautiful name for a very beautiful woman.”


She looked flustered, but pleased. “And I’m sure you flatter all the women you-“


He cut her off. “Never…! I never flatter, unless I mean it. I never need to tell a beautiful woman anything but the truth about herself. And you are exceptionally beautiful,” he said throatily.


Buffy blinked at him. She didn’t know what to say. Her eyes slid back to their hands at her breast. She gazed at his pale hand as he brushed his thumb repeatedly over her sensitive nipple. Her breath hitched in her throat as arousal spread along her veins. She didn’t dare lift her head and look around her…she was afraid she’d find everyone looking at them. She felt flushed and hot…her mouth was dry and her panties were wet.


She looked up at him as he pulled in a sharp breath. Lust burned behind his eyes and he rubbed against her. He was hard.


“Come with me,” he whispered sexily.


“What!!” She gasped softly.


He chuckled at her. “I said, come with me…leave with me now…come back to my apartment and let me make love to you…I want you,” he growled at her ear, rubbing against her again.


Flustered, she stammered, “I-I…c-can’t…my f-friends…I can’t just leave them…they brought me here for my birthday…it would be wrong-”


He cut her off again. “Today’s your birthday?”


“Yes and my friends-”


“Will understand…leave them a message…tell them you’ll call them tomorrow.” He nibbled the smooth skin of her neck and smiled as he felt her tremble in his arms. “I want to celebrate your birthday too…with my naked body…pressed against your naked body…moving hard and fast…gasping and panting one another’s names as we climax again and again and again…”


Buffy was practically gasping and panting now, her hazel eyes glazed and her breath labored and husky.


“I don’t even know your name,” she whispered, confused how this stranger could affect her so powerfully.


“Those who know me, call me Spike…but I’d like you to call me William.” He told her smiling.


She smiled at him then and he thought his heart would start beating.


“And yet, I think Spike suits you better.”


“You’re right, it does…but I’d still prefer to hear you call me William, especially since I want to hear how it sounds coming from your gorgeous mouth as I make you come,” he told her blatantly.


She stared at him, panting softly.


Spike slid his hand down to her exposed thigh. She gasped at his daring touch as she felt his cool finger caress her. He smiled and began to glide her away from the center of the dance floor, towards the exit. She tensed and pulled back slightly, resisting his attempts to steer her away from her friends.


Spike halted then swiftly caught her lips in a heated kiss. She was surprised, but she yielded, moaning as his tongue slid over hers. Her panties grew wetter and she was sure she heard him growl again.


He smirked at her as she slowly opened her eyes. “Come with me Buffy…please,” he whispered.


Biting her lip, she agonized over the decision to leave with this handsome and compelling man. Hesitantly, she glanced over her shoulder at her friends. They were looking straight at them, waving and signaling with their hands to shoo her away. She turned back, to find Spike smirking at her.


“See, even your friends think you should come with me,” he purred.


The double meaning wasn’t lost on Buffy. She nodded her head. He beamed at her. Buffy looked back at her friends again and waved them a nervous goodbye. They grinned at her and waved back enthusiastically.


Spike led her along the narrow hallway with a hand gently resting on the small of her back. He paused to help her into her coat when she collected it from the coat check booth. Then taking her by the arm, he led her outside to a waiting cab.


The short drive passed in silence.


Buffy stared out of the side window, gazing at the night-shrouded city. She avoided looking at the man next to her. She could feel his eyes on her.


Spike sat back watching her. Her heart was racing and the smell of her arousal filled the small space of the car. Anticipation washed over him and he let her presence fill him.


The cab stopped and he leaned forward to pay the driver.


Taking her hand, he pulled her after him and quickly ushered her inside an art deco style apartment complex.


Her heels clicked musically across the marble floor, as they made their way to the row of elevators. He pressed his thumb to the button and the doors immediately dinged open.


He didn’t break the silence that had traveled with them since leaving the jazz club, and Buffy was too nervous to.


She watched the numbers flash by…35…all the way to the top floor. All the while she was aware of his eyes still on her, silently staring at her with his lustful gaze.


His hand was at her back again. He opened his front door and led her into his home.


He was rich…very rich. The apartment was top dollar and she felt even more nervous. Was he just looking to have some fun with her for a couple of hours…? He’d told her she was beautiful and as she gazed around his apartment, she couldn’t help wondering if she was just a beautiful object to him.


He’d told her to listen to her heart, but did he actually care about that?


She didn’t realize she had stopped in her tracks to stare at his beautiful home, like a foolish girl staring at a movie star, until he stepped into her line of sight.


She blinked at him. Her focus fixed on him once more. He tugged the coat from her shoulders and smiled at her.


“Since it’s your birthday and you missed the champagne I sent to your table, what do you say to having some now?” he asked.


Buffy nodded and smiled back. She followed him into the ultra modern kitchen, watching as he opened a bottle of champagne and poured them both a glass. He handed her a glass and arched a brow at her as she took a large nervous gulp. He smirked at her.


He opened the fridge and retrieved a basket of strawberries. “Follow me luv,” he said.


Obediently, she followed. Her steps faltered, as he marched with confidence through his apartment, down a spacious hallway and into his bedroom.


Buffy froze when she caught sight of the bed. This was a first for her…in so many ways. She’d never indulged in a one-night stand before, but there was something about this man that made her want to throw caution to the wind.


Spike placed the basket of berries on the black satin covered bed, along with his glass on the nightstand.


He looked at her frozen in the doorway. Slowly, he removed his suit jacket and tossed it to the floor. Next, he loosened his tie and slipped it over his head. He discarded that to the floor too.


Buffy watched him as he continued to strip for her. And it was for her. His eyes never left her face. Slowly, he made his way towards her…slowly removing one item of clothing at a time…discarding them all to the floor.


His shirt was gone…a crumpled pile of black silk, lying stark against the golden beige of the plush wool carpeting.


He was bare foot now, his shoes having been tugged off and tossed away to thump, as they landed somewhere out of sight.


Buffy held her breath as his hands reached for his belt buckle…anticipation shot through her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away form his hands.


He was beautiful, white and muscular…slim and powerful looking.


His slow walk towards her stopped and he stood perfectly still, letting her look at him. He wasn’t embarrassed or shy…he was male and proud. His maleness stood hard and big, jutting from his body eagerly…the head glistening with the first drops of moisture.


She could hear her heavy breathing in her ears and feel the rushing of her blood as it tore through her veins. After what seemed like an eternity, she looked at his face.


Weakness washed over her and she thought she might collapse, as the desire on his face slammed into her system.


In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of her. She jumped, startled by his speed. He caught her hand and led her into the room. Her steps were shaky…her legs wobbly. But his grip was strong and sure.


He stopped them at the foot of the bed.


“Your turn pet,” he whispered, as he relieved her of the champagne glass.


“I…I…”


“Now none of that…there’s no need to be shy…not here…not now…not with me,” he told her. “You’re a Queen…a goddess among women and I’m begging you to let me worship you…”


She looked at him. Her eyes filled with her own rising desire.


He stood behind her and reached for the fastening on her dress, kissing and nibbling the back of her neck as he whispered to her.


Buffy closed her eyes and sighed as his mouth moved over her neck. She felt the soft slide of her dress as it slipped down her legs to the floor. He helped her step away from it, before tenderly picking it up and gently placing it over the back of a chair. She stepped out of her shoes.


He turned to look at her.


He wanted to weep. She was perfection. Her slender limbs shone a pale gold in the lamplight. She was slim and petite, her flawless skin shimmered and Spike drank in the sight before him, letting his eyes take in every detail of her. Her classy black bra and thong accented her honey gold coloring. Her thighs were slim, smooth and shapely…his eyes flickered over the front of her thong were her sweet center lay hidden from view. Quickly, he moved away from there, to take in her slim hips and flat stomach…gliding higher to the pert mounds of her breasts and across her collarbone, shoulders and down her slim arms.


She began to fidget, nervously. Spike moved to the top of the bed and climbed up. He held his hand out to her. “Come to me Buffy…” he breathed, inviting her to join him.


Slowly, she walked around the other side of the bed and sat facing him. He smiled at her and offered her a berry from the basket. She took one, feeling a little awkward and nibbled. Spike handed her the glass of champagne and slid nearer to her.


Buffy couldn’t help herself; her eyes kept wandering over his body.


He moved closer still and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder…then another on her collarbone and another on her neck.


She sighed, her head falling to the side as his mouth continued to glide over her neck and shoulders. He moved behind her, whispering against her skin and kissing every single inch of her. Quickly, she drained her glass and reached forward, placing it and the basket of berries on the matching nightstand.


His fingers undid the clasp of her bra and he brushed the straps down and off her arms. She watched, fascinated as he dropped the black lace to the floor in front of her.


She moaned and leaned back against him as his hands covered her breasts. She’d never been touched like this before. She felt lost…his touch moved her in ways she’d never experienced and she wondered if this was really real. His hands were a little rough, but he moved them softly…caressing her skin as if he already knew how to touch her…how to excite her. His thumbs brushed over her nipples and she moaned louder. Spike’s mouth glided higher up her neck, his tongue licking softly at the sensitive points…seeking to discover them all. Her head fell back, tilted to give him access to her throat. He growled and kissed along her jaw, moving closer to her mouth. Their lips met and suddenly, he pulled her onto his lap.


She gasped as she felt his hard cock pressed against her thigh. He twisted her in his arms and plundered her mouth, one hand fondling her breast as he supported her back securely with his other arm wrapped behind her.


The kiss lasted forever…making her head spin and just when she thought she was going to pass out, he released her. Immediately, his mouth descended to her throat and he began to leave hard and soft kisses and nibbles all over the smooth column as he lowered her to the bed. Buffy could feel the cool satin sheets…they were so like his skin.


He slid down next to her, pressing his body to her side. His hands moved over her breasts once more. She arched her back, pushing herself more firmly into his palms…sighing and moaning. Gaining confidence, she began to explore him with her hands.


He hissed and kissed her hard as she glided over his hips and reached behind to caress his firm ass. She moved closer to him, rolling slightly so she could explore further. His mouth and hands continued to move over her.


Her breath hitched as his hands began a slow journey down her body, his fingers skimming over the petal soft skin of her stomach. He was whispering…telling her she was beautiful…she was perfect…she was dusk and dawn and he wanted to watch her rise and set.


Buffy had never heard such words before…oh sure! Men told her she was beautiful…but not like this…never like this…


His fingers slipped over her mound, pressing the damp fabric to her wet flesh. Spike growled and groaned. Quickly, he tore the lacy scrap from her body and pushed his fingers back to her wet heat.


She screamed and arched towards him when his fingers slipped inside her. She felt the moisture flow from her as his touch made her burn with need. The promise of his cool fingers moving inside her made her daring and she slipped her hand over his cock.


He gasped and pinned her to the bed, pulling her hand away from him.


“Not yet my lovely…you first. I want you partially sated at least, before you touch me…” he rasped.


She nodded, unable to speak.


His thumb swirled over her clit and she screamed softly. His fingers were soft, and were made softer still by the abundant juices flowing from her. Spike spread the moisture over her folds, teasing her with the gentle touch. She panted and moaned, hardly able to take much more of his arousing touch.


He lowered himself down her body, kissing a heated path towards his goal. Her body was screaming for what she knew was to come next and just as he lowered his head to her folds, she looked up. What she saw thrilled her. Never had she seen anything so erotic in her life. Her body looked different…more womanly…more sensual than ever before. Her knees were raised; her thighs open…welcoming him to her. Her skin seemed to glow and shine. He glanced at her and smiled sexily, as he licked his lips. His hands skimmed over the softness of her inner thighs, pushing them further apart and sending a chorus of shivers dancing over her entire body.


Again Buffy screamed. He licked her with his tongue…slowly. She shivered and trembled, her hips lifting from the bed as she sought to increase the contact with his mouth. He pushed her back down, growling into her wet folds. The sound rumbled through her and she gasped and panted. She acknowledged he was in control and surrendered herself to him.


He sensed her surrender and smiled. She tasted like heaven and he intended to sup at her for as long as possible, but he took pity on her as her felt her fingers slide into his hair and sucked her clit softly.


“William…” she moaned.


Spike groaned, hearing his name fall so perfectly from her lips. She hadn’t forgotten. That pleased him and he rewarded her by pushing two fingers inside her wet heat…she was tight. He groaned again, this time in anticipation of sliding his hard cock inside her.



He couldn’t wait much longer…he wanted her…needed her. They had all the time in the world and he intended to see he made full use of his time with her. He pumped her rapidly…fucking her with his long slim fingers as he licked and nibbled her clit. She was close…and so was he.


He moved his fingers faster and after swiping her clit rapidly with his peaked tongue, he sucked her hard.


She screamed loudly, her orgasm catching her by surprise. His name rolled from her lips again and again as she struggled to breathe.


Quickly, he moved up her body and positioned himself at her soft wet core. He kissed her and pushed in hard. She gasped and he swallowed the sound with his hot needy mouth.


“Buffy…yes, but you feel perfect. I’m going to love you all day with my body…watch my dawn rise in your eyes…see sunset in your smile. You move me Buffy…now move with me…let your body speak to me…please,” he begged her throatily.


Lost to him, she nodded and moved with him.


Their bodies were one, moving perfectly. As if they had always done this and always would.


He wasn’t silent. He took his pleasure from her in every way possible, telling her again and again how much he wanted her…how much she moved him. His words fell like sweet rain over her…heightening the power of their joining.


Buffy asked herself how this was possibly happening. What was he doing to her? And why did it feel more real, more perfect than anything else before?


The beauty of his body overwhelmed her and she moaned, thrusting with him…seeking to please him in the same way he pleased her. Sex… this was so much more than just sex between two strangers. It was art…and poetry…and passion…and Buffy knew she had never experienced anything like it before. She felt like crying as she thought she would soon be left feeling lost and lonely when it was all over…when he’d had his fill of her. She looked at him and withered under his passionate gaze.


His hands were at her breasts, caressing her nipples. He lowered his head to suck gently on one hardened peak. She gasped; moaned and squirmed…everything he did was perfection. He knew how to play her without ever having to be told. His thrusts were hard…fast…yet perfectly timed with hers and she marveled at his skill and the way he affected her.


He was whispering her name, sucking and licking at her breasts as he repeated the word over and over…thrusting high and hard as the word grew stronger and louder. Buffy gasped and burned as she felt the unmistakable energy of another orgasm building. He must have sensed it too, because he looked at her and stared into her passion filled eyes.


Spike felt the first fluttering of her inner walls as her body prepared itself for release. He looked at her…wanting to watch her as she came for him…with him. She was perfection. Her body moving with the perfect tone and rhythm of the saxophone…her sighs and moans a far sweeter sound than any instrument ever created by man. But then Spike reminded himself this woman was no man made creation…she was divine…a child surely molded in the hands of the maker himself.


Her core squeezed him and his body answered. His cock hardened and his sac tightened. He moved faster…he was nearly there…she was nearly with him. He waited. He wanted her with him…this time and every time.


“Stay with me Buffy…let me love you for an eternity. I’ll spend my whole existence worshiping you…you’ll be my golden sunrise and perpetual dusk…perfect in every way…as you are perfect in every way now…” he whispered seductively. “Tell me you want this too…want me. I’ll never leave you…you’ll never be alone and we’ll always have this…and more. I’ll give you everything…I’ll give you eternity if you’ll just say you’ll stay with me…be mine…please,” he begged.


She didn’t hesitate. “Yes…” she breathed.


His eyes flickered a brilliant gold and he kissed her hard on the lips. She gasped as she felt the onrush of her climax. Her head was swirling and her vision was blurring with the force of energy his was drawing from her and pouring into her at the same time. He broke off the kiss and pulled away from her. She saw a drop of blood resting on his lips. He licked it clean and groaned.


He thrust hard and high, catching her clit with his deep thrusts…rubbing her again and again with the root of his hard cock. She sucked in a sharp breath and her thighs tightened around his hips.


“YES…” he hissed. “Sing for me…sing my name Buffy…I want to hear you say it as you come…as I make you mine…forever…”


“William…William…Oh God! William…please…please…” she pleaded with him, her voice wailing soulfully like the saxophone.


“Yes my love…my dusk…my dawn…mine…”


“Yes…yes…yours…yours forever…”


“Yes that’s it…dance with me…sing for me…Buffy…”


“Oh God William…William…William…”


She screamed as her climax broke…the sound blended with his name…dragged out as she felt him explode inside her. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his face…his perfect pleasure was too wondrous…too beautiful to contemplate missing.


He shuddered inside her…his hips thrusting as he emptied himself into her waiting womb. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her softly…breathlessly.


“Forever…” he whispered.


She nodded. “Yes…yes…forever…”


He gazed into her soft hazel eyes…searching her soul for the truth. He smiled as his cock continued to thrust into her trembling core. Her muscles clutched at his hard length squeezing him, almost painfully.


“Close your eyes my sweet…” he whispered.


She did, trustingly.


As the last throws of his orgasm shuddered through him, Spike unleashed his demon and welcomed it forward. With a final look at the beauty beneath him, he sunk his fangs into her throat.


She screamed and instantly climaxed again. Spike growled at her throat as her rich blood spilled into his mouth. She was perfection. And he was thrilled with the knowledge she would be his forever…to have her and hold her, like this for as long as they both existed. It was more than he dared dream of…but she was his…she had given herself to him, his childe…his bride.


Buffy’s climax ebbed away and her heart slowed.


With a monstrous roar, Spike pulled away from her throat…wailing his sorrow for the life he had just taken and just bestowed.


Quickly, he bit into his wrist and pressed the bloody wound to her sweet lips. She didn’t respond at first…fearfully he shook her and whispered to her.


“You’re mine Buffy…now drink,” he commanded.


Softly, her lips formed a seal around the wound and she drank. He let her drink, unchecked…he wanted her strong…as an equal…as his mate. Filled, she gasped, painfully, as her death and birth took hold of her. Again, he wailed for her pain and suffering. He held her tenderly in his arms as the last few beats of her heart fluttered and died.


Gently, he lowered her to the bed and covered her perfect body with the black satin sheets…her bridal gown…her shroud. Lying next to her, he wrapped his arms around her and gently pulled her close to him.


He could sense the sun from behind the blackout shutters. It would be a long day. He closed his eyes to sleep. She would wake with the dusk…she would be strong and beautiful. She would be perfect.


His body hummed with the sated glow from the sex…but anticipation was already setting in, with the thoughts of Buffy’s waking and all the future couplings they would share. Sleep was needed and he willed his restless mind and body to surrender.


Curled around her, Spike slept the day away.


When next he opened his eyes, he could once more sense the passage of time slipping away, daylight fading…dusk approaching.


Buffy stirred next to him.


He caressed her perfect breasts…the soft cool weight filling his hand…he rubbed her nipple and whispered to her, encouraging her to wake for him. Long minutes passed as the newly born demon inside her stirred.


She moaned…the sweet sound filling him once more and he groaned as he contemplated hearing her sweet voice for an eternity. She moved…as new life began to claim her body.


Spike chuckled as she stretched and yawned like a sleek cat. His humorous laugh alerted her that she wasn’t alone.


Wondrously, she opened her soft hazel eyes. She looked at him and knew who he was. Her sire…her master…her mate…her love…hers…


He smiled at her and her un-beating heart contracted. He allowed his demon to slip through and she knew what she was. Dead…like him…yet alive…like him.


“Happy birthday Buffy,” he whispered and kissed her.


She sighed and smiled as her soft hazel eyes flashed a brilliant gold.


THE END.
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After the depressed and 'down-in-the-mouth' state the last chapter of Winters Storm left everyone in, I thought you all needed a break...I hope you all enjoyed Birthday Girl.