After dinner, the three friends were sitting on Buffy’s deck, watching the surf roll in before it got too dark. Buffy made daquaris for Dawn and her while Spike nursed his beer. Dawn talked about school and her latest boyfriend. Every so often Buffy would hazard a glance in Spike’s direction only to find him staring back intently at her. He told
The girls of the trials he endured to earn getting the chip removed and his soul. The girls were enthralled with his story telling. Buffy sat there listening to the two guests share their stories with her.
Around nine, Dawn suggested that they hit the nightclubs and show Spike a good time. Spike and Buffy agreed and the girls went up stairs to get ready. Finishing off his beer, Spike wandered around Buffy’s living room. He didn’t get a good chance last night and this afternoon because of the sun. On the interior wall there was a large entertainment center with all the latest popular gagets and a big screen TV. He moved over to sit on one of her comfy couches and noticed two picture frames. One held a picture of the Sobbies. Spike figured it was before the Hell Bitch, Glory, came into town and took away Buffy. He noticed the carefree looks each of the subjects held. Xander and Anya looked happy and in love. Willow looked amused. Tara wasn’t present, must have been before they got together. Giles looked annoyed, but happy. Buffy had the biggest grin on her face. The happiness reached her eyes and shown through. This was a little girl that evolved to the beautiful creature upstairs. He never thought Buffy would turn out so beautiful: mind, body, and spirit. She is so strong, even now when she doesn’t have to fight the monsters that plagued her life. The other picture was taken at a beach with her mom, Joyce, Dawn, and Buffy. They all looked happy to be together. Spike silently promised to take care of the Summer’s women, even if he sacrificed himself for it. He quickly put the frame down as he heard Dawn lumber down the stairs. She came into the room wearing a brown halter dress with a short skirt that barely covered her unmentionables. Her long hair was pulled up to the nap of her neck in a clip. She was definitely a young woman.
She did a twirl and asked, “So how do I look?”
“Very nice, pet.” Spike knew he would be beating off the boys with how she was looking.
“Only nice, huh? It used to be Buffy’s, but I snagged it before she moved out.” Dawn shrugged as she sat down to put her shoes on. Buffy walked into the room. She was wearing an emerald green short sleeved dress with a sweetheart neckline and a hemline right above her knees.
“Cor, you look gorgeous.” Spike exclaimed as Buffy walked past him to sit down and put her shoes on.
“Oh, I see. She gets a gorgeous but all I get is a very nice. I see how it is.” Dawn chided Spike.
“Pet, if you left something to the imagination, you might get more than a very nice. But you didn’t” Spike gently chided back to let her know how she looked. He was still staring at the beautiful woman to his side.
“It used to be Buffy’s dress. I bet you would have said it looked gorgeous on her.”
“Actually he told me I looked like a slut when I wore it, too. Why do you think I didn’t argue when you said you wanted it?” Buffy giggled and pinched Spike’s arm.
“When did you wear that dress?” Spike looked over at his love.
“Oh, a couple times. Once when we were… um… meeting at your crypt and I… um….” Buffy was obviously embarrassed.
“You were what?” Spike raised his eyebrow. Buffy moved over and cupped her hand over his ear and whispered something. Spike choked as his eyes got wide. If he could blush, his face would be fire engine red. “And you let ‘er wear that after we…” He shook his head as Buffy giggled.
“You did what?” Dawn demanded. “Am I going to wigged out? No don’t tell me. I like this dress, I don’t want to burn it.” Buffy giggled and got up, indicating to them that she was ready.
~*~*~*~
The trio walked into the noisy club, by passing the bouncer and cover charge since Buffy owned it. She headed over to the V.I.P. table and indicted for her two guests to sit. She headed over to the bar to get some drinks. Spike and Dawn sat down at the table with a wrap around booth, looking out onto the club. The dancers were mainly teenagers getting their grove on before curfew. Luckily, there were a couple older couples coming in, starting their night off early. Sam walked over to the table with a beer, a shot of tequila, a daiquiri, and water. “Sorry, guys, Lizzy got held up in the kitchen. She ordered these for you. Just let me know if you want anything else. Oh, and do you guys want anything to eat?”
Dawn perked up, “NACHOS!!”
“Anything else? Spike?” Spiked looked at the young man warily. He was part of Buffy’s life and Spike had no idea what it was like. He only spent 24 hours with the new her, this man knew her better.
“Got any of those onion things?” Sam nodded. “Oh, and spicy buffalo wings.”
“Sure thing, man.” Sam turned around and headed back to the bar.
“Possessive much?” Dawn asked as she sipped at her frozen concoction.
“Just don’t know about him, pet. He’s part of Buffy’s life that I just don’t know about. And he calls her Lizzy.” Spike rolled his eyes at the distasteful name.
“Yeah, I know. This is nothing like the life Buffy used to live. As for Lizzy, I got used to calling her that too. She lets Buffy slide at home, but in public, especially here, she is Liz, Lizzy, or Elizabeth.”
“Yeah, don’t have to like it. Lizzy” He shuddered. “What do you know about the bloke?”
“Sam?” Spike nodded. “Oh, he’s real nice. You met his daughter, Jenna today.” Spike nodded again. “Well let’s see. He worked here when Buffy first came to the island. I guess they struck up a friendship immediately. He helped her get the job here without previous experience. He has a nasty ex wife, but from this morning I am sure you got that. She refused to let him see Jenna. He went to court trying to get his rights back, but she kept bringing up his past and he kept getting denied. I guess to the courts, it didn’t matter that he got his life back on track, to them he still was a screw up.”
“What did ‘e do?”
“I don’t know. It was never discussed, but he did go to jail for a couple years. Anyway, he was having a terrible time with getting Jenna. Then poof, Buffy inherited all the money from the guy that owned this place. She vowed to help him and hired him the best lawyer that she could. Again, poof. He started to get visitation without a court order. I guess the bitch thought they would drag her into court to take away her rights since she wasn’t as upstanding as she made her self out to be. But all they did was drag them into court to get equal rights. Sam didn’t want Jenna to be cut off from her mom, he just wanted to be part of Jenna’s life.”
“He sounds OK,” Spike said dejectly. He wanted to hate Sam. He knew Sam had feelings for Buffy. His Buffy.
“Yeah, he is.”
“Here you go!” A waitress plopped down their tasty treats. Spike looked up and realized it was Buffy. He moved to let her sit in the booth next to him.
“Sorry, guys. A minor disagreement in the kitchen. But all is well now.” She snagged a piece of the flowering onion.
“Oi, pet. That’s mine. Order one yourself.” He tried to smack her hand away.
“Awe. Poor Spikey. Big Bad Liz is trying to steal a piece of your onion.” Buffy joked.
“Hey Buffy I’ll share with you. The nachos are too big to eat by myself.” Buffy’s eye’s got wide and she smiled.
“Thank you, Dawn. Good to know where my true friends are.” Buffy smirked over to Spike and stuck out her tongue. To Spike’s dismay, she got up and moved across the table to sit next to Dawn. Grabbing a nacho she stated, “MMM, much better than the stupid fried onion. Plus, I made this while I was back there, so I know it is good.” Buffy smiled sweetly at Spike as he scowled at her change of positions.
“Really? Are you sure it isn’t poisoned, luv. Because we all know she can’t cook.” Spike smirked at Dawn.
“Oh, nasty, evil vampire.” Buffy pouted. “The nachos are not poisoned. But I can’t guarantee your wings aren’t.”
“Seriously, Spike you have to try a nacho. They are the best. Buffy’s famous recipe.” Dawn said proudly. Her sister combined the best of all the nachos she ever tasted. They were very spicy, yet not overpowering. Spike scooted closer to Dawn and grabbed a chip with the ingredients on it. He took a bite and closed his eyes. His mouth was watering as the spicy chip made its way down his throat. It was even better than the damn onion that made Buffy switch places.
“You did not make that, its good.” He smirked at Buffy.
“I did, too. Just because I couldn’t cook before doesn’t mean I haven’t learned. I made dinner, didn’t I?” She crossed her arms on her chest a little mad that he was making fun of her.
“Yeah, but dinner doesn’t even compare to those nachos!”
“Yeah, go ahead and eat your stupid fried onion and wings. You can’t have any more nachos, since I made them and they MUST be poison.” Buffy stuck out her tongue. He went back to his food and took a buffalo wing. He chomped down angrily and realized it was the best wing he ever had. He closed his eyes in ecstasy. The wing was divine. If Spike didn’t know better he thought it was the Devil’s recipe himself. “I hope you don’t mind. I made those extra spicy for you. Also my recipe, thank you very much.” Buffy said proudly.
“Cor, you made these, too?” Spike looked from Buffy to the plate of wings.
“Yeah, well. What do you think was taking me so long?” Buffy huffed with indignation. How dare he question her skills.
Dawn had enough. “Ok, back to your corners. Spike, eat your wings and Buffy, help me with the nachos. I declare peace.” Buffy and Spike chuckled as Dawn tried to calm them down.
“OK, guys. I need to ask you something. No one here knows of Buffy. Please use Liz. OK?” Dawn nodded, forgetting about her request.
“I refuse to,” Spike answered as he chomped down on another wing. Half the plate disappeared already.
“Please? No on here will know who you are talking about if you call me Buffy. Why?” She took the bait.
“Because it isn’t your name, kitten. I refuse to call you a sissy name like Liz or Lizzy.”
“Spike, my name isn’t cor, pet, luv, or kitten either, but that doesn’t stop you.”
“But those aren’t sissy. And those are my names for you.” Spike finished the plate with in a minute. He smacked his lips and moved to the fried flower onion.
“And Buffy isn’t sissy?” She was getting mad that he refused to abide by her request.
“Well, yeah, but that’s the name your mum gave you, so it’s OK.”
“How about Elizabeth? Buffy is just a shortened version of it. Please Spike?” She gave him the best impression of Dawn’s doe eyes and fluttered her eyelashes at him.
“Come over here and sit next to me and I will think about it.” He smirked as he finally found a way to get her to go back to her original seat.
“Not if you are going to be calling me Buffy.” She shook her head amazed that he was trying to blackmail her.
“’ow’s this, luv. I wont call you Liz, Lizzy, or Buffy. I’ll think of using ‘Lizabeth. Just get you lushish ass over here.” He demanded as Dawn choked on her drink.
“Spike! How could you!” Buffy squeaked as Dawn tried to breath calmly.
“Lizzy, get up, I need to go to the bathroom. Someone just made me spit up my drink!” Buffy got up to let Dawn scoot out of the booth.
Buffy sat back down and went to scold Spike at his outlandish comment, but he wasn’t in his old position. Instead he slid himself over, impossibly close to where she was sitting and grabbing a nacho. “So you made these, sugar lips? Very good, I must say.”
“Sugar lips?”
“Yeah my new name for you. Come ‘ere and let me taste.” He snaked his arm around her shoulder bringing her body even closer to him.
“Spike, I can’t believe you said that in front of Dawn!” She looked at him. His lips were only a couple inches away from his.
“Awe, pet. Come sit by me, I promise to let you have some onion. I was just teasing you.”
“Nut uh, Mister. You were a very bad man, making Dawn spit out her drink.” She chided him once more before she let him slide her over in front of his plates, his arm never leaving her shoulders.
“What can I say, my kitten. I am a very bad, rude man.”
“No you aren’t. I know you better than that. If I sit here, promise not to embarrass me with anymore talk like that? Promise?”
“All right, pet. If you sit next to me, I wont be making with the embarrassing talk in front of Dawn. But you know what? You really do have a lushish ass.” He swooped down to capture her lips before she could stop him. He gently prodded her mouth with his spicy tongue demanding entry. She opened her mouth to protest, but that allowed him the access he was seeking. He tasted like wings, beer, and cigarettes. She moved her hands up to his chest trying to push him away without rejection. Slowly, he ended the kiss.
“Not right now, Spike. This is where I work. I don’t need any harassment about making out with you.”
“I’ll beat anyone up, my candied yam.” She choked at the new nickname. “Fine, just sit back and let me ‘old you.” Buffy settled back into his embrace as a waitress came up to the table.
“Can I get you anything, Miss Summers?” She asked nervously. Sam sent her over here five minutes ago, but they were making out and she didn’t want to disturb them.
“Yeah, thanks, Marci. Call me Liz or Lizzy. Everyone does. I’d like Corona Special. And, ummm…. We could probably use another strawberry daiquiri. Spike, do you want anything?” She looked over at Spike and batted her eyelashes.
“Another beer and tequila shot. Oh, how about some bourbon too?” The waitress nodded and walked away. Spike really didn’t want to get drunk, but the feel of Buffy next to him was making him horny. If he couldn’t elevated that, he might be able to get so pissed that he didn’t know he was horny. Dawn came back from the bathroom with a smile on her face. She purposely waited to come back to let them have some alone time. She knew they had sex in the afternoon, even if they weren’t admitting it. Spike and Buffy were just too hands on with each other for that not to happen. Plus both of them yelled out in passion earlier. The waitress came back with their drink order. The club was starting to fill with patrons as the clocked neared 11:30. The younger set started to leave as the older set filed in for some fun. Spike was content to sit, drinking and holding Buffy close as they watched the crowd change. Two men have already come up and asked Dawn to dance. During that time, Spike would whisper dirty limericks in Buffy’s ear until she was laughing uncontrollably. When Dawn would come back, she would find tears in Buffy’s eyes and a wide smile on both their faces. Spike promised not to say embarrassing stuff in front of Dawn, but when she left the table, he could play.
After midnight, Spike quietly asked Buffy to dance. She complied and they headed out to the dance floor. The DJ changed the tune to a slow romantic song. Truth be told, neither could tell what the song was because they were lost in each others arms. Spike moved Buffy up close to his body and held her waist tightly. He swayed with her in his arms. She put her head on his shoulder breathing in his scent and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, trying to get closer. Spike moved his head down to her ear. “Pet, do you think we could go for a walk and talk?”
Buffy raised her head. “Walk and talk huh?” He nodded. “I don’t want to leave Dawn here alone. Maybe after she is ready to go we can take a walk on the beach?” Spike nodded. He really did want to talk. He wanted to tell her that he loved her more than ever and he wanted to know how she felt.
After the song ended, Spike lead Buffy back to the table. He sat down scooting to let Buffy sit next to him. Buffy shook her head and told them someone just signaled for her to go into the back. She left the two to the table full of empty drinks, a slightly buzzed vampire, and one very tipsy woman. “Nibblet, you think that you want to go ‘ome soon?” Dawn looked questionably at him. “I want to go for a walk to clear our ‘eads and talk, but Buffy wont until we get ‘ome. Please, Bit? You’ve ‘ad your dances.” Spike never thought he would begging to Dawn. She pretended to think about it and then nodded. She wanted to go home too. She had too much to drink and she knew it. Spike smiled, he was going to get his talk sooner than he thought. Now all they had to do was find Buffy. Another couple songs played and Spike started to get antsy, where was Buffy. Impatiently, he got up and walked over to the bar that Sam was stationed. “Hey, mate. Know where Buf… I mean… ‘Lizabeth is?” Spike caught himself.
“In the back, I think. Here let me show you.” Sam let Spike behind the bar and motioned to a door. They walked past the kitchen and up some stairs. Sam motioned for Spike to go into an office.
As he entered he noticed Buffy sitting at a desk on the phone. He suppressed a laugh when he noticed she was wearing small wire rimmed glasses. “Giles, I can’t understand you. What? What are you talking about. You are breaking up. Giles? Why don’t I call you tomorrow? Giles? Are you there?” Buffy hung up the phone. “Guess not. Hey there, Handsome. Come and find me?” Spike nodded. “Sorry. Got a phone call from Giles, but couldn’t understand him. Something about Traci, but I had no idea what he was talking about.”
“Awe, kitten. You can call him when you get ‘ome. Let’s go. Dawn’s ready.” He offered his arm and led her back down to the club.
Dawn went directly to bed. She definitely drank too much. Spike walked out onto Buffy’s desk, breathing in the night air. The moon reflected on the ocean and played with the waves. Buffy came up behind him and wound her arms around his waist.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” He nodded. “I never appreciated how beautiful the night was when I was in Sunnydale. I hated the night, ya know?” She stood beside him and took his hand.
“Yeah, kitten. I know.” They started to walk towards the beach. Their fingers were twined and they walked in silence for a couple minutes. “Buffy, I need to tell you somethin’.”
Buffy stopped and looked at him. “What’s that?”
“Kitten, you know. I still love you, right?” She nodded. ‘Cor, I think I love you even more than I did before.” He held her close. “I don’t think I can walk away from this.” He brought his hand up to caress her shoulders and arm. “If you ever don’t want me around, you are gonna to ‘ave to stake me.” He brought her body closer as he dipped his head down to capture her lips. He nibbled on her lower lip as she sighed in comfort. He couldn’t let go of her again. The first time almost killed him. Then he thought she died and he was ready to let go, too. They stood there in the sand with waves nipping at their feet just taking comfort from each other. The kiss was passionate, but not sexual.
She slowed the kiss, trying to break it for a breath. He let her lips go, but held on to her. “Spike?” Spike purred in contentment. “Spike?” He nuzzled her face. “Spikey… come on. Are you here with me?” He grunted and shifted away letting her know she had his attention. ‘Spike… I care for you. I have for a while. I’ve told you that before. I even love you.” He smiled at her admission and moved to take her lips again, but she held him off. “Spike, I think I am falling in love with you again and I am scared.” He couldn’t believe it. She said she was falling in love with him again. “I couldn’t take it if you left me again.” He pulled her impossibly tight. If she was a normal girl, her ribs would have been broken.
“Not goin’ anywhere, kitten. Gonna have to stake me, you are.” He swooped down to take possession of her lips again. The fear Buffy held inside of the future flowed into him as they passionately kissed. He took all her fears and bad emotions from her lips and replaced them with hope and joy. He ground his erection into her stomach as they shared their emotions through their lips. His legs started to give way and he moved down her body to sit on the sand. “Cor, I want you so much.” He whispered as she straddled his lap.
“Spike… Can’t stop… Don’t wanna stop… Want you, too. So much.” She whispered between kisses. He laid down with Buffy on top. She moved over him, kissing up his jaw. Her hands bunched the material of Spike’s shirt. “Oh god, Spike… Feel so good.”
He moved his hands around to the zipper of her dress. He brought the zipper down and moved his hands on to her revealed skin. “Cor, baby. Make me feel so good. Never let go, baby. I’ll never let go.”
They babble to each other, loving and possessive words as they touch and caress each other’s bodies. Spike senses something and looks around. He noticed a group of teenagers headed their way. It was too dark for the group to notice, but with his increased night vision he could see them. “Pet, baby… maybe we should… we should go back to your place. Someone is coming.” Spike didn’t realize he vamped out until he tasted Buffy’s blood. “Fuck! I’m sorry, baby. I cut you.” He really messed up and cut her while he kissed her. Now he wasn’t going to get any.
Buffy down at him. “Let’s go, Fang Face. Zip me up, will ya?” She moved off of him and displayed her back. He zipped her dress back up and took a chance and kissed her neck. She smiled and got up and offered her hand to help him. He took he offered hand and got up. They slowly walked down the shore line holding hands. Spike found it excrutiating painful to walk. His pants felt like they were going to bust and add to his erection was the fact that he tasted her aphrodisiac blood. They finally arrived at her house and walked up to the deck.
“Kitten, I’m so sorry that I nicked you. I didn’t even realize I was vamped when I kissed you.” He took her hand in his and raised it to his heart.
“Spike, it’s OK, I’m fine. I knew you were in your Grrr face when you looked at those kids.” She moved to sit near the pool. She took off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the cool water. Spike sat behind her and massaged her shoulders.
“Shouldn’t ‘ave ‘appened, my sexy kitten. I ‘ave more restraint than that.”
“Spike, it’s ok. Vampires bite while in the moment, don’t they?” She asked shyly.
“Yeah, pet. We do, but that wasn’t a passion bite. Plus, I ‘ave always been able to control it.” He squeezed her shoulders.
“Well then why did you go all grrr?” She moved to look back at him.
“Don’t know. Probably because my demon sensed someone coming into his territory.”
“Oh really, your demon? And the beach was your territory?” She raised her eyebrow.
“Yeah, well I was there and you were there and my demon thinks you are his territory.”
“Excuse me? I’m a territory?”
“Yeah, kitten. You said those three magical words that made you his territory. You know my demon loves you, don’t you?”
“No, I didn’t know. Why does he love me?” She smiled and nestled herself into his arms.
“Don’t know, pet. But ‘e told me ‘e loved you before I realized I did, too. ‘e never won against you, did ‘e?” She shook her head. “And my demon thinks you are ‘is mate, so ‘e is going to protect you will all that ‘e can.”
“His mate?” Buffy smiled.
“Yeah, pet. ‘is mate. You might ‘ave to watch it, he might want to come out and play durin’ those seconds I am not in control of my body.”
“Play?” She giggled.
“Um, well. See I mean. Since ‘e sees you as ‘is mate, ‘e is goin’ to want to claim you.”
“Claim me?”
“Yes, pet. Now stop interrupting. ‘e wants to put his mark on you, it’s supposed to be a protection. If any other vamps see its mark, they know to stay away, that you belong to me.” She stiffened. “Not that you belong to anyone, but in my world. You would. That is, if my demon got the upper hand.”
“So, this claim thing. What does it entail?”
“Are you serious?”
“Well, if there is a chance that he is going to try to do it, I think I should know what it means and what happens.”
“OK, you got me there. Durin’ your sexual peak, ‘e would bite you and drink some of your blood.”
“You mean you would bite me,” she corrected him.
“Well, yeah, I guess I would be bitin’ you.” He chuckled, she actually was acting like she wouldn’t mind it. “The bite isn’t nice or pretty. Actually it is kinda violent so it scars forever. See those scars from the Master, Angel, and Dracula aren’t permanent. They heal within time, a long time, but in time they will disappear. Actually I barely see Dracs and the rest are just faint memories.” He nuzzled her neck where the bites reside. “If a vampire claimed another vampire, the each would claim the other one during their sexual peak.”
“So what happens after it?”
“Not much, it’s like marriage in vampire terms. There is more of an awarness of the other one. Some say that you are linked telepathically, but I don’t believe that.”
“Did you ever claim Drusilla?” She felt a tremor run through Spike.
“I did, once. She didn’t reciprocate and then made Angel take it away.”
“I’m sorry, Spike.”
“No problem, pet. But that’s what a claiming is.” She held on to her body afraid she would leave. They sat there, next to the cool water, holding each other thinking about the past events.
“Mmm, this is nice.”
“Yes it is, kitten.” He smiled into her hair.
“You know what would make it better?” He shrugged thinking of a couple possibilities. “A short dip in the pool.” She scooted away and indicated for him to unzip her silky dress. She divested herself of her dress and turned back to look at Spike. He was watching her warily. She was clad only in a green silk thong. She scooted further near the pool. “Coming?”
“Nah, I’ll watch you, kitten.” His eyes held passion and lust as he watched her slide her body into the cool liquid. Her breasts her bobbing up and down as she slowly made her way the middle of the pool.
“Come on it, Spike. The water is fine.” She teased. At his negative response, Buffy decided to up the anti. Slowly she took off the wisp of silk that she used as underwear and threw it to Spike.
“That’s it, pet. Now you gone and done it.” He stood up and ripped his shirt off. He quickly tugged on his belt and jeans, divesting himself of the restraints. Quickly he stood up and jumped into the pool… and sank to the bottom. He couldn’t swim. His body carried no air so he couldn’t float. Buffy panicked and dove down to find him and coax him into a shallower depth. She tugged on his arm and he opened his eyes. Got her just where he wanted her. He pulled her close and nuzzled her face before he pushed his feet against the floor to propel them up. “Pet, maybe we should go someplace more shallow.” Buffy nodded and they made their way to the 5 foot deep part. “There we go.” Spike stood up with his head and shoulders out of the water. Buffy still couldn’t find purchase with her feet and had to tread water. “Come ‘ere, kitten. Let me take care of you”
She swam up next to him and grabbed onto his shoulders. He held her watching the moonlight dance over her features. “Don’t ever do that to me. You scared me.”
“Do what, my lushish kitten?” He moved his hand down to cup her ass.
“I was afraid. You looked like you couldn’t swim.” He started to squeeze her cheeks and massage them, carefully moving his fingers closer to her core.
“Don’t need to breath. I knew you would come down for me.” She swatted his chest as his fingers found her asshole. Her breath hitched as he gently caressed her tight opening. “Remember when we used to? You used to love it when you were on top and my dick was in your ‘ot quim and my fingers were in your ass. Working both ways. Remember?”
“Oh, Spike. Yeah, I remember. But I haven’t, I mean. It’s been so long and I am not sure if I can take it, anymore.”
“Shh, kitten. We will take it slow, baby. Just a little stretching right now, ok? Wrap your legs around me, baby.” She did as he asked. “Yeah baby, hold on to my shoulders. Gonna make you feel so good. Just a little stretching, OK?” She nodded. He moved one of his hands around to her front and down to her pussy. Slowly he inserted his fingers into her hot core. She bucked and the sensation of Spike’s hands on her. He moved his other fingers around her ass gently probing with a finger. Carefully he inserted the tip of his index finger into her tightest opening. Slowly he pumped both fingers in and out of her openings. “Cor, beautiful. Come for me, kitten. Come for me Buffy.”
Buffy was bobbing up and down with pleasure as he pumped into her. She buried her head into his shoulder as her orgasm hit, biting down on his neck breaking his skin. “Mmm, nice. How about you?”
Spike shrugged. “I was ‘oping that we would make it inside and into your bed for that, pet.” His erection was hard, painfully hard as he watched his Buffy come on his hands. She still had the naughty inhibitions from before. Candles, cuffs, and anal sex. Too bad Dawn was in the next room. They would have to be quiet. They made their way out of the pool and haphazardly dressed to make it up to her room.
Chapter 20: Sex
Spike pushed Buffy down onto the floor when the entered her room. He loomed in front of her, waiting for her to catch onto the game. She remembered and smiled wickedly. Spike always liked this game. She bowed her head down submissively. He grabbed her hair and brought her head up to his crotch, slowly unzipping his jeans and bringing out his hard long shaft. She licked her lips and carefully brought him into her mouth. The rules to the game: she couldn’t use her hands and she was to do what he wanted until it was time to get punished. She moved up and down his shaft, licking it as she went. She found a bulging vein at the bottom of his cock and ran her teeth on it, eliciting a deep growl from him. He gritted his teeth willing his desire to go down. She was supposed to be bad, soon. So he could punish her. Slowly, she moved her hands up to rub his balls. That’s it. She wasn’t supposed to use her hands; it was an unspoken rule. He gently pushed her head away and picked her up. He took off her dress and threw it against the wall. He pushed her onto the bed and straddled her legs. “Oh, pet. You used your ‘ands. Know what that means?” He had a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Turn over, luv.” She did as he told.
“Please, master Spike, I’m sorry I wont do it again.” His hand came down on her ass, smacking it. “Shh, Dawn will hear.” Buffy dug her hands into her bed, grabbing on to the cool sheets as he played with her ass.
“What was that? You back talking to me? Get on your knees.” She dutifully got on her knees, waving her ass near him. He took his erection and pressed it into her hot core. Spike always like taking Buffy doggie style. He always hit her special spot and her muscles clamped extra hard on him in this position. He grabbed her ass and squeezed as he inched his way into her core. “Oh, God. Pet. So hot.” He babbled.
“Oh, master. Make me feel so good. Harder, please.” Spike never was one to displease Buffy during sex and complied. He roughly grabbed her hips, playtime was over. He started to ram into to her fiercely. His balls would smack her clit every time her would bury himself fully. She pushed back just a little to drive him deeper. He bended over her to caress her breasts as the bounced from his impact behind her. He started to feel her muscles quiver and he speed up. This was his heaven. “Come for me, Buffy. That’s it, pet. Gonna make you purr all night long. My hard dick in your quim and your tits bouncing as I fuck you until you can’t walk. Oh yeah, baby.” He loved to talk dirty to her as she came. Seemed to make her come harder. Her muscles exploded around his cock, milking him. He reached around her waist to hold her in the same psotion as her body gave way to her pleasure. He slowed down until her muscles stopped contracting. “Oh not done, pet.” He moved slightly, angling differently and started to move again within her. This time he took it slow and made sure he hit her special spot. She gasped as he hit it once. Twice. Thrice. No, four times before she headed over the edge again, this time taking him with her. He allowed her to collapse on the bed as he laid on top of her, trying to get enough energy to roll off of her.
“Wow… that was… wow.” Buffy muttered. Spike was still inside her, hardening again. She wiggled, teasing him as he was still flying high. Buffy pushed her back up to roll his heavy frame away. He grunted and rolled to the right. She scooted over to put her head on his shoulder and wrap her arm around his waist. He grunted again as she pressed herself into his side. “I forgot… I mean I remember… but that was wow.”
“Got the job done, yourself there, kitten.” Spike whispered. She said almost the exact same words to him once after a marathon sex session. “Your legs work, pet?” She nodded. “Then get your sweet ass over here. I’m wanting to watch you come on top of me.” She dutifully complied and straddled his waist. She bent over his frame and started to kiss his neck. Spike growled warning her to get on with it, but she ignored it. Buffy nibbled on his ear, licking the sensitive skin. He brought his hands up to caress her breasts as she gently rocked her core near his hardening dick. She made her way licking and kissing around his face. She paid attention to his eyes, nuzzling the soft skin under each eye and kissing each. She moved her mouth around his nose kissing the tip of it. She stayed away from his mouth, knowing that is what Spike wanted. She moved to the other side of his head, nuzzling his ear. He moved his face so he could kiss her cheek, trying to get to her mouth.
She sat up when he almost succeeded in capturing her mouth. “Nut uh, Mr. Big Bad Vampire. It’s my turn to play.” She waved a finger near his mouth.
“Oh baby, play all you want, just kiss me.”
“I thought that is what I was doing.” She slid back and clenched her outer muscles near his straining cock.
“Kitten, please… kiss me… not my ear, nose, eyes, throat. Kiss ME!”
“Shh, or Dawn will hear. If she hears us this will be the last time.” His eyes flashed yellow as he pulled her down to him. There was no way she was going to threaten that and get away with it. She struggled, but was pinned to his body with his arms wrapped around her torso.
“Don’t ever joke ‘bout that, luv. I told you I’m not lettin’ go. I love you now, more than ever,” he whispered in her hair. She stopped struggling to free herself and started to feel guilty. “Now kiss me before I am goin’ to explode!”
Buffy moved her head to capture his bottom lip, she ran her tongue around it. Her teeth nipped it as his arms let go of their prize. She moved to deep her kiss, this time including his whole mouth. He moaned as her tongue entered his mouth, massaging his tongue. She moved her hands up to neck, playing with the soft curls of his hair. His tongue moved into her mouth, exploring all that was Buffy. She found the place where his fangs hid and she gently prodded the soft flesh. “Fuck, Buffy. Don’t do that!” Spike pulled away as she sat up rejected.
“I’m sorry. What did I do? I thought that was a sensitive spot. Did I hurt you?”
“Cor, baby, come ‘ere.” He tried to pull her back on top of him, she evaded his grasp and sat quietly next to him.
“I didn’t mean. If I knew. I’m sorry.” She brought her knees up to her chin and banded her arms around them. She looked so young and innocent when she did that.
“Kitten, please. You didn’t do anything wrong. Please, luv, come ‘here.” She moved to rest her head on his chest, looking up at him. “Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just. Well, remember when we were talking about my demon lovin’ you?” She nodded. “Well, baby, that’s the fastest way to get him to come out. I’m afraid I’ll slice you and then after I taste you, I’m afraid that I wont be in control. Who knows what he will do.”
Buffy nodded in understanding. He was afraid that his demon may not love her as much as he thinks. “But I’d be able to stop you, if he was taking too much, right?”
“Cor, luv. He wont take to much, trust me. He wont kill his mate, but he would mate with you and I am not so sure it would be very pleasant for you.”
“What do you mean?” She brought her fingers up to trace the curves of his face.
“Pet, he may not hold back. I mean with the claiming bit. He’s get a little wild. And I don’t want that. If I am in a little control, I can make sure it isn’t too bad.”
“Are you holding out on me?” She whispered.
“No, luv. But the demon feels things differently what he considers pleasure may not be.” She still didn’t understand. “Like take for instance. You like when I play with your ass, right?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, me too. But see I make sure you are all lubed and stretch, he might not consider that and well… it could hurt pretty bad.”
“I see. So if you have some control you could remind him.” He nodded. “So why would you loose control if I touched your there?” she moved her body closer to his as they share this intimate moment.
“Because that is like your g-spot. Remember I could get you to agree to anything when I hit it?” She nodded remembering the chains and vibrator. “Well, you would agree to anything, just to keep it? The demon would stomp me down because I would be in such a state. See, pet? I need to me in control, at least a little.” He rubbed her back as she settled her length against his.
“I understand, Spike. I’ll try to remember. But you know. The demon, when he come out to play. It will be OK. We will be OK. Spike, I love you. All of you. The man, the monster. Everything.”
“Ahh, kitten. You don’t know what that means to me to hear you say that.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. “So, kitten, what was this ‘bout your belly ring and you purrin’?” She giggled as he switched their positions resulting with her underneath him. He reached down to flick her ring and she gasped with lust. He rolled the ring between his fingers, tugging on it slightly. Within a few minutes of his ministrations he indeed made Buffy purr.
Spike was watching Buffy sleep. She was magnificent. Last night was amazing. He never thought that they would ever have something so deep, so awesome, so right. He let her sleep ever couple hours before he would wake her up with his head in between her legs. She kept up with him, matching his passion each time. She let him make love to her a couple times, slow and sweet. He let her have the upper hand and watched her bounce and come on top of him. She was magnificent. He was made for loving her. His demon even kept himself at bay as she pleasured him in all imaginable ways.
Buffy started to stir. Her thighs were sore. That hasn’t happened in a long time. Then she remembered Spike and the things they did. Upside down, backwards, upright, 69, frontwards. He was always very imaginative when it came to sex. She groaned and buried her head as she remembered he kept her up almost all night making love to her. Each time was different. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes hard bringing an earth shattering orgasm, other times it was a soft building of an orgasm, both bringing her to tears.
He shifted, knowing she was awake but keeping her eyes closed. He brought his hand up to her stomach and laid it about her belly button. “’ere kitty, kitty. I know you are awake, kitty.” He petted her stomach, rubbing the palm of his hand across her belly ring on the down sweep.
Buffy knew it was no use pretending she was asleep, he knew better. She stretched her arms and legs out, stretching her sore muscles. “Mmm, morning.” She purred.
“Mornin’, luv. ‘ow did you sleep, my kitten of mine?” He reached over to bring her body close to his.
She cuddled closer to his hard body. “Sleep? What’s that? Because I don’t remember.”
“Shh, pet. Dawns up. And I know you don’t want her to come in ‘ere.” Buffy looked up at Spike.
“What time is it?”
“’Bout ten.” He let his hands drift around her body, eliciting tiny moans from her mouth.
“Hmmm, too early…sleep more.” She cuddled deeper into his arms, trying to ignore his roaming hands.
“Sleep? Is that what you want to do?”
“Yeah, sleepy. Someone kept me up late last night.”
“So you are saying that you didn’t enjoy stayin’ up all night, because I know a certain part of me certainly didn’t mind stayin’ up all night. And look at the devil, he’s up again.” He ground his erection against her thigh.
“Oh, no you don’t mister. I deserve some sleep or I wont be any good to you.”
“So you don’t like wakin’ up like this?” He mock pouted.
“Mmmm, I love waking up to this. In fact I wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning.” He turned her body around so she would face him.
“Kitten,” he kissed the top of her nose. “I think I can arrange that.” Spike swooped down to capture her lips in another mind blowing kiss. Suddenly, the phone rang. “Ignore it, pet,” he said between kisses. “I can arrange it forever, sweets.” Buffy and Spike were lost in their world, not hearing Dawn pick up the phone.
“Forever?” Buffy pulled away. “You aren’t thinking…?”
“Nah, pet. Only if you wanted to. But I can make it as forever as we can. ‘ow does that sound?”
“Perfect…” Lost in another kiss.
KNOCK KNOCK “Buffy, umm, sorry, but it is Giles… he’s pretty upset.”
“K, Dawn. I’ll get it in here… SHIT, just when we were getting to the good part.” Spike chuckled as Buffy struggled to sit up and grab the phone.
“Hey Giles. Sorry I didn’t get back… Oh, I’m sorry to hear… that’s just awful… no, I understand… of course… I see… yes, I can see your point… no… of course not… I have a couple things I need… no, wont take long… yes, see you soon… again, sorry about…” CLICK.
“What was that, pet?” Spike asked curiously. He conversation went sour very quickly.
“Traci…” She mumbled.
“What about ‘er?” Spike tried to pull her back into his embrace, but she just sat ridged.
“She died last night.” Buffy got up to get dressed.
“Oh, so that means?” Spike got up and put his jeans on.
“It means the hellmouth is without a slayer.”
“The scoobies can take care of that.” Spike started to get upset as Buffy left the room to go downstairs. He followed.
“Spike, they have lives of their own. Families.” Buffy said as she entered the kitchen. The sun hadn’t risen to far so the back rooms were safe for Spike to enter.
“Like you don’t ‘ave a life? What ‘bout what we were saying upstairs before the watcher called?”
“Spike, I can’t rely on someone else to do my job for me.”
“Hey guys, what was up with Giles?” Dawn walked into the house. She was lounging on the deck.
“The slayer died, Nibblet and your sister thinks that it’s ‘er fault.”
“I do not!” Buffy exclaimed. “This isn’t happening. I’m sorry Spike, but as much as I hate to admit it, it’s my responsibility to protect the hellmouth from the nasties.”
“So what does that mean. Nothing we said means anythin’ other than boo?” Spike stalked over to Buffy, standing only six inches from her.
“Spike, that’s not what I meant! I want forever. I do.”
“Then what do you mean then, slayer?” He lifted his eyebrow. She claimed since she wasn’t the only slayer she couldn’t be called it. Now she was the only slayer.
“I mean I have to go back to that hell hole again! That’s what I mean!” She started to sob as the reality hit her. “I… have… to… give… up… my… my… life… here.”
“Shhh, kitten. It’ll be ‘liright. We’ll go back. Train the new bit and you’ll come back. It’ll be OK.” He soothed her back and held her tight against him.
“You really mean it?” Buffy looked up at him.
“Of course, baby. I meant it, you can’t get rid of me. I’m yours.” He let her change positions as she brought her hands around his neck and nuzzled his neck.
“That sounds nice…. Yours… forever…” The two embraced holding on to each other as Dawn rolled her eyes and walked upstairs to pack.
They were headed back to Sunnydale. Together. Forever.
The End