Chapter Seven




His fingers felt so good on her face. How long had it been since anyone had touched her?
Doctors, therapists, yes. But a friend, or a lover? A hug, even? Years...


His eyes were still boring into hers. She had to force herself to think about what he'd just said.


" Because it's not over for me, either."


"Oh." His fingers were running slowly back and forth across her lower lip. It was the most
sensuous thing she had ever felt...


"I'm having those dreams again." His voice came in a husky whisper. Now his thumb was probing
against her upper lip, stroking the underside of it. "Like after Willow's spell? But now Buffy has
shiny brown hair." His thumb slipped inside and sought out her tongue in a caress.


Me-he means me! A memory washed through her, of that crazy engagement due to Willow's
spell. She had not admitted it to herself, til now...but the touching had been-amazing. Hot.


Well, why not? Why not find a little pleasure before it all ends? It was her last coherent thought
for a long time.


His cool thumb continued to stroke her. She bit it gently, and couldn't stop the soft whimper she
made as he pulled it away. But then his lips brushed hers and it was all right again. His arms
gathered her tight against him as his tongue met hers and she nearly wept, it felt so delicious.


It began to rain, but they took no notice, too enchanted by the kiss, and the next one, until she
began to shiver, both from passion and the chill.


They began to walk quickly to the house, but her leg gave out on her in the slippery grass. Spike
lifted her and swept an arm under her legs, cradling her against his chest, his face buried in the
curve of her neck. He chuckled and said, "Now this is a bit of all right!" and for once she didn't
feel embarrassed or angry about a spill.


"Where now?" He asked as they stood in the kitchen.


"My room," she said grabbing his hand boldly but turning pink none the less.


"Better than mine," he said. "I'm right next door to the bloody watcher."He sounded so agrieved,
she had to smile.


They went to her room by the back stairs, to avoid the living room., and got there without seeing
any of the others. Once inside, Buffy hooked the lock and turned on the small lamp next to her
bed , and then stood, uncertain.


"Do you want me to go?" Spike asked softly.


"No! I want you here." She protested.


Spike turned away from her for a moment. " If..if it's yes and yes, and then all of a sudden it's
no....well, I'm not sure I can handle that very well. Kind of afraid of how I'd handle it."


He was giving her another out.


"I'm not going to do that, tease you. I want you here." Her teeth chattered from the cold and
tense muscles.


"You should shower, get warm. I'm not good in the warming up area." He still stood across the
room, hands in his pockets. He looked as nervous as she felt.


She got an idea. "I have a bathroom." She opened the door to the small room. "It has a big tub."


The tub was the old fashioned, claw footed kind, two feet deep. Big enough for two people. She
pulled him into the tiny room, turned on the small night light, and began the water. Soon they
were engulfed in steam.


He shrugged his coat off and let it drop to the floor. "Let's get you out of these wet things." He
began tugging at her shirt.


She had to tell him. She gently placed her hands over his. "Spike," His eyes locked on hers, and
she knew he was afraid she was going to send him away. "I don't look the way I used to. I have
scars, and my leg is..." She ducked her head. She used to be so pretty.


"I don't care about your scars, Buffy. You're beautiful, perfect. I'll kiss every one of them, if you
like." His hands resumed their task while he kissed her face, her eyelids, her ears. Soon she was
naked, and he once again lifted her off her feet.He slid her into the bubbles, his hands leaving her
reluctantly.


"Hurry up and undress," Buffy whispered.


In the soft glow of the night light he didn't look real, all carved ivory like a statue, until he moved.
Then he was all grace and glide, like a wild cat, like some new and powerful species of man.


His skin was like silk, cool for a moment until it took on the water's temperature. His cock, which
she had barely dared to glance at, prodded the small of her back, long and hard. He eased her
back against his chest and pushed all the bubbles off her torso.


"Wanna see you," he groaned. His large hands cupped her breasts, plucking at her rosy nipples
until she squirmed in pleasure. "You're so lovely, better than in my dreams."


She turned in his arms and found those lips, and she pressed her open mouth against them licking,
tasting...and he kissed her back like the ravenous wild thing she had glimpsed a moment before.


"You...you love...her, " she gasped against his lips.


"You!" he nearly growled, and she felt the rumble down her spine and between her legs. "You're
my Buffy, restored to me back to me." Then he was kissing her furiously, his tongue ramming
until she met it with her own soft one, and he melted into her.


Suddenly she felt herself being lifted and moved until she was backed against the tub, and he was
on top of her, and between her legs, his mouth on her neck, her nipples, his hands stroking and
clutching, memorizing every curve , every dip and swell.


The fingers of one sensitive hand found the scar between her breasts, the wound that had nearly
ended her life, and had kept her from stopping Dawn on the tower.


"That..that's from the knife, when Dawnie..." She wanted him to know, but couldn't say
anymore, her throat was too tight.


He was still for a moment. "You say the word and I'll bite it, put my claim right there, and it'll
never look like that again." He looked into her eyes, unblinking.


The offer stunned her, but not from distaste. Which stunned her even more "Maybe-can I think
about it?"


"Sure, sweetheart. I'll just do a temporary fix, hmm?" His lips found the spot, and he began
sucking, leaving lover's bites all around the scar. Then his lips found other, more sensitive spots
until she was writhing in pleasure.


She found herself being lifted from the tub and rubbed with a soft towel. She returned the favor,
stoking the towel over his hard, smooth body, making him tremble when she gently toweled his
groin and thighs. She slid down his body, drying his legs, feeling his cock jump against her cheek
as she brushed him. She wanted to devour him, right there in the steamy bathroom, but her leg..


She circle his cock in her small hand, and drew the head to her mouth, where she gave it a long
tonguing, while his shaking hands stroked her face and hair. She looked up at him. "Carry me to
bed."


He swept her into his arms and took her to the bed, and pulled the covers around them, making a
warm private place where they could do what they desired.

Chapter Eight





"I want to taste you," Spike whispered, his eyes glinting in the gentle light. Her mouth made a
silent oh, and he took it for consent. He slid down her body licking her nipples and the scar he'd
covered in lover's bites on the way.


He pushed her uninjured leg up over his shoulder. "Comfy?" She smiled and nodded, adjusting her
injured leg.


His tongue, still nearly as hot as the bath water, made long slow licks along her outer lips.Then his
fingers found her, spread her lips, and his tongue zeroed in on her center where slick moisture was
pooled, ambrosia for him to taste, to plunge into and massage. Then he licked, firm and hard, up
to her clit.


She jumped.


He did it again, and she moaned. On the third lick she began moving her hips in a figure eight,
grinding against him. He slid one hand under her, his big hand pressing her soft firm bottom until
she was tight against him, while his other hand slid two fingers inside.


Her hands clutched his hair and she said his name on a moan, and he knew this was as close to
heaven as he would ever get...until she came, her leg convulsing around him, crying his name.

His own body jerked in reaction and he nearly came on the sheets.


While he slumped against her, trying to compose himself, Buffy came out of the waves of
pleasure, feeling whole for the first time in forever. Then her strong slayer's hands were under his
arms and Spike found himself flat on his back, his head pillowed where hers had just been. Buffy
leaned over him with a mischievous grin, and then her mouth was on him.


He had thought he was in heaven before, but he'd been mistaken. This was heaven, her hot mouth
tugging at him, engulfing him, making him shake and jerk as her tongue rubbed and circled....


She began to pump up and down, and he knew he would never last. "Stop. Stop, Buffy. In you."
He could barely talk but he pulled at her and she glided up until she was astride him, kneeling on
her one good knee, the other stretched out straight, ready to mount him.


He flipped her, echoing her earlier move and grin. "You just relax, and let the Big Bad take care
of you, luv."


Then he was in her, so deep and thick that she didn't think she'd be able to move...and she found
out that they lined up beautifully, that they could kiss while he was inside her, still not moving.
Then he began sliding in and out, and either his mouth was on hers, or his brilliant eyes were
seeking her own.


Buffy began to move with him, and he thought he might dissolve with the pleasure of it. "Love
you so much." He had to say it, especially if it was only going to be this one time, and she just
pulled him tighter, and clutched at him with her strong inner muscles...


...and soon those inner moves changed and became convulsive and hard, and she cried his name,
and he came, so hard, so good. Better than he'd ever dreamed.


They cuddled under the covers, kissing and stroking each other, not speaking, but looking into
each other's eyes time after time.


Spike was the first to speak. "So, can we do that again?"


To Buffy he looked almost like a little boy wanting a return trip to the candy shop, his eyes wide
and innocent, his hair tousled into a mop of curls. Who knew an unsouled vampire could look
so...sweet? She had a sudden insight into why the married Buffy had decided to run away with her
Spike. And why the other Buffy was still single after all these years.


"I don't know," she smiled and tousled his hair even more. "Can we?"


"Any time," he said , rubbing his rock hard member against her and giving her a cocky smile.


Buffy blinked. "Oh my," she whispered, drawing him to her for a kiss.




The next day the household assembled in the living room for their daily meeting. Giles noticed
right away how the three teams were seated, each Buffy paired with a Spike, but he paid it no
mind. There were important things to discuss, with the arrival of the Queen imminent.


"Before you start, Watcher, I've got something to say." Giles looked up from his notes. Which
Spike?


"Change of plans, mate. She's not fighting the Queen." Unsouled Spike indicated the dark haired
girl at his side with a jerk of his head.


"What? Nonsense! Three flanks, one on the right, one on the left, one up the center.


"We can still have three flanks, but she's not going to be part of it. She doesn't have the speed.
No reason for her to take the risk. She can be in the back with you and the witches."


"But, but that's not what we've planned," Giles protested.


"Change your plans. It's not her time to die, or her fight. Besides, isn't Angel's crew supposed to
arrive sometime? Why can't they run one flank."


"He's right, Giles." The very blond Buffy spoke. "Why put her at risk when you don't need to.
She can man the distance weapons. She's a far better shot that you." All the Buffys and Spikes
nodded at that.


"Well, Angel and his crew will be here today, their flight was delayed, as you know. Why don't
we train later this evening and see how things work out? It's true she's an expert with the
weapons, and it would be good if I were free to..uh...supervise."


"Right, then. We done here for now?" Unsouled Spike bounced up. Giles nodded, and the
unsouled one helped the dark haired Slayer to her feet. They quickly disappeared.


The really blond Buffy and LA Spike departed, muttering something about running an errand in
town. The witches and Giles wandered off, leaving just the married couple.


Married Buffy looked at her husband, who had an amused expression on his face.


"Well, well well," he chuckled.


"What?"


"They've been having sex. And not too long ago, either."


"Who!"


'The other Spikes and Buffys."


"No! The dark haired Buffy and the unsouled one?"


"Yup. And the other two."


"No way! How can you be so sure?"


He grinned, evilly. "Can smell it, luv. Did you forget?"


"Gross, Spike." They headed for the stairs. "Does that mean those other Spikes can tell when
we-?"


"Sure."


"Oh, I am so cutting you off. No more sex until we leave here!"


"Yeah, right. That'll last about half a day. Who did the bone jumping this morning, hmm?"


"You are still evil."


"I know. It's one of my most attractive qualities."

Chapter nine




He was shivering. No, that wasn't right, because vampires didn't feel the cold. He was trembling.

She had felt it as they had taken the stairs to her room, walking so close together they touched.


Once inside her room, Spike had locked the door, and she noticed then that his hand shook. He
had taken her in his arms, cradling her head into his shoulder. And he had trembled.


"Spike, do you need food? Blood?"


"No, I'm fine." He said, his voice muffled against her neck.


"So why are you shaking?"


He swallowed hard enough for her to hear. " I figured you needed a break. I was just going to
hold you. You know...um... cuddle. Girls like that, right?"


" A break?" She asked, ducking her head into his shoulder so he wouldn't see her amused grin.


" I was pretty demanding last night. And I saw that you had a hard time walking up the stairs."


"Oh. It's the dampness. Makes my leg kinda stiff. It wasn't what we did last night."


"I thought maybe I hurt you." The words were even more muffled.


"Oh. No! You didn't hurt me. You were gentle. And...it was wonderful. No hurts."


"I vamped out. Twice. Couldn't stop it." Still muffled.


"Yeah. It startled me for just a second. But... I was trying to make you...you know... um...come."


"Yeah." He swallowed again.


They continued to stand near the door. "So," she asked, "cuddling isn't a vampire thing?"


"Uh, well. Right before sleep..."


"You want to cuddle on the bed?"


"Sure," he said in a strained voice. Buffy grinned into his shirt.


They kicked off their shoes and got on the bed. Buffy pretended she didn't see the ridge in his
jeans. She snuggled onto her side, her back to his front. He slid his arm around her and nuzzled
his mouth into her hair. She sighed. "This is so nice."


Buffy wiggled closer, and her bottom pressed against his crotch. His arm, under her breasts,

flexed hard as steel, pulling her so tight to him she could barely breathe.


"I don't want you to think I'm only in this for the sex." He whispered into her hair.


"I don't think that, Spike. It hasn't even occurred to me."


He let out a whoosh of air. "So, can we be done cuddling? For a while?"


"Sure."


She had seen vampire speed before, in fights, lots of times. She had even seen Spike move with
blinding speed a time or two But this time he applied his speed to their clothes. In a flash she was
stripped and flat on her back, with a very aroused vampire on top.


"I can get better at the cuddling," he moaned, spreading her legs apart with his legs. He moved
until his cock was touching her entrance. "Know I'm rushing you. Just started thinking that last
night might be the only time. Then I was thinking that I was being a pig, just thinking about this."


He moved his hips from side to side, rubbing the head of his cock against her clit. His impossibly
long eyelashes drifted over his eyes and he took small panting unneeded breathes.


Anything hard left in her heart melted away. " Oh, Spike. I want you, too. I wasn't thinking about
cuddling at all." She stretched her hands over his firm, quivering buttocks and dug her nails in,
pulling him to her, at the same time moving a fraction so the head of his shaft slid into her wet
pussy.


"Do it hard,"she whispered, and then she bit his neck, knowing her teeth drove him wild.


"Buffy...love you."


"I love you too," she whispered, and then she could no longer think to talk.



Later they talked, wrapped together under the quilt.


"I don't want to lose you. Want us to be together.." He said.


"How can we? Tomorrow we fight the Queen. If we even survive that, the High Coven has a plan
to send us back to our own dimensions."


"Yeah, but it's a ritual. I asked the red witch about it. We need to be there, do the magick crap. I
say we just skip town. What do either of us have to go back to?" We can be together here. be
happy."


What did she have to go back to? A creepy watcher that might be wanting to eliminate her.
Certain death-or worse-at the hands of a vampire or demon...Didn't she deserve some happiness?
She had done her best, for years. Wasn't it right that she retire? Did all slayers have to die?


"Come with me, Buffy. I swear I won't eat anybody. Unless they're trying to hurt you. And I can
get work. I know you don't like steeling and all that. And we can find a voodoo witch to give me
a soul, like married Spike did."


Her heart pounded so hard she could barely speak. "How will we get away?"


"You'll do it? You'll be with me?"Spike's face lit up with joy.


She smiled and nodded yes.


He grinned. "Won't be any trouble getting out of here, luv. I know where Giles keeps the Council
of Wanker's credit cards."

Chapter 10




The two blonds left the meeting as soon as possible. Spike dragged Buffy to the door, grabbed
and umbrella and gloves to protect himself from any possibility of sunlight, though the day was
overcast and dizzily, and they sprinted hand in hand to the garage.


"So, what errands are we going to run?" She asked.


He grinned. "Find a nice motel? Or bed and breakfast? Get away from all those people? I don't
want to share you."


She smiled. " Just what I was thinking."


Spike found a bed and breakfast not an hour away that was perfect. The house was surrounded
by deep thick trees and had a hidden fairytale cottage feel.


The room was called the Northern Lights. It had a fire place, already lit and scented with pine. A
large sleigh bed of heavy knotted wood was placed at an angle. It was covered in a featherbed and
the duvet cover was quilted and embroidered in dark blue and a rosy red. Fuzzy sheepskin rugs in
the same colors were on the gleaming hardwood floor on either side of the bed, and a large one
was placed in front of the fireplace, and behind that was a rose velvet love seat. The one window
was shuttered with a wooden slat shutter, decorated in folk art lovers, hearts and flowers.


A large, claw footed brass tub sat under the widow. "The tub is on wheels, and it has hoses, so
the tub can be placed in front of the fire place, very cozy." The smiling proprietor showed them
how it worked and then left them with a pleasant good afternoon.


"Wow. Oh, wow." Was all Buffy could say. Spike chuckled. He had paid for the room with cash
he'd had on him when he was pulled to this dimension. It was fun to be able to afford something
like this for his girl, after those years of pathetic poverty in Sunnydale. He tossed the sheepskins in
front of the fire place onto the love seat and pulled the tub in front of the roaring fire, and turned
on the water taps to fill it.


Buffy explored and found two soft fleece robes, one blue, one rose, and threw them on the couch,
for later. She found bath beads and soon the room was filled with the smell of vanilla mixed with
pine.


"Time for your bath, little girl." Spike's voice was low and gravely, sending shivers down her
spine.


"Little girl, am I? Then who are you?"


He vamped out and grinned. "I'm the big bad wolf, of course."


She giggled.


He turned off the lights so the only light in the shuttered room came from the fire. He put two
more logs on it, and looked at Buffy, who had yet to take off a stitch of clothing.


"If I undress you, something is likely to get torn," he growled, still in game face. Buffy's eyes
widened and she began to undress. Spike did not move from where he crouched by the fire, his
eyes following her every move with an intensity that made her self conscious.


She pulled off her jacket, that was easy. Then her boots. And socks. He looked at her bare toes as
if he wanted to eat them.


She was wearing a blue buttoned cardigan over a tank top, and she awkwardly popped the pearl
buttons open before shrugging slowly out of it. Spike made a sound that reminded her of a puppy
whining for a treat.


"You're doing this to drive me crazy, right?" His voice was still rough.


"What?" Then it dawned on her. He thought she was teasing him, when really she had just been
feeling a little shy. She hadn't stripped for anyone since their wild affair back in Sunnydale, years
ago. She felt her confidence rush back and she grinned.


Her tank top came next. She crossed her arms in front of herself and grasped it, wiggling a little as
she slowly pulled it over her head to reveal her blue lace bra. She moved as if to unhook it and felt
his golden eye nearly burning into her. Then she slipped her hands down to her jeans, unzipped
them slowly, and shimmied out of them with exaggerated hip moves, leaving herself in just the bra
and the matching blue lace thong. She turned around and picked up her clothes, tossing them on
the love seat and giving Spike a good look at the strip of blue lace between her cheeks.


When she turned back, he was standing behind her, hands at his side, not touching. 'Take off the
rest," he growled, flexing his hands into his jeans. Still vamped out, his hands ended in claws, that
like a cats, could extend to rend and tear. She was surprised he was still vamped out, he had never
done that before for more than a moment or two. She reached up and stroked the ridges over his
eyes and he again surprised her with a rough purring sound, like a tiger purring.


"All right. Then I'll undress you, so you don't shred your clothes."


She slowly unhooked her bra and let the straps fall down her arms while holding the cups up with
her hands. Slowly she lowered her hands. When her pink nipples were revealed, he growled. She
tossed it behind her, moving so that one peak nearly touched him. Then she shimmied out of the
panties, deliberately brushing her knees and thighs against him. He growled again, and snatched
the scrap of lace from her hand before she could toss it to the love seat. He cupped it to his nose
and breathed in, and then flicked his tongue out, tasting the damp fabric, closing his eyes in near
ecstacy.


Buffy let him play with her panties as she helped him out of his boots. Then she unbuttoned the
shirt he was wearing, pulling it roughly from the waist band of his pants and tossing it to the love
seat. His chest was now bare, all that smooth sculpted flesh. She slid her hands down it, slowly,
making him growl again. She licked a nipple before she moved her hands to his slacks.


They were getting quite a zipper workout, she noticed. Gently she unbuttoned and drew the
zipper down, freeing his aroused cock, and he stepped out of the pants.


She gasped. "That changes? When you're vamped?" The head was huge, nearly the size of her
fist, and dark red.


"Yeah...but I'll pull the demon back, before we...I just want to smell you, and hear you," His
tongue, longer and rougher than she remembered, stroked up the side of her neck and trailed to
her mouth, "And taste you. It's all...enhanced...when I'm vamped." They kissed for a long time,
their tongues caressing each other.


She slid her hand around the large bulbous head of his cock. "How about this? Is it enhanced,
too?"


"Oh, yeah," He was all growl now. "And you'd have to fuck it hard for half the day to get it soft.
In fact, I don't think you'd manage at all this time. Maybe after we've been together awhile, it
would calm down." He resumed licking her neck and cheeks.


"It? You mean your demon?" She continued to caress the head of his cock, feeling the silvery
liquid ooze out of his slit and rubbing it into his skin. His arms snaked around her, and she could
feel his sheathed claws gripping into her buttocks.


"Yeah. Just dying to do it with you. Wanted you all these years, the beast has." He reached and
turned off the faucet, and turned on some jets and then pulled her into the tub on top of him.


The water was hot and silky against their skin, due to the bath beads, and smelled so good. It
warmed up Spike's cool flesh in a moment. Buffy slid against his smooth skin and kissed him,
demon face and all.


"The beast is going to taste you everywhere, little girl," he moaned. He lifted he under her arms
until her small perfect breasts were at his lips. Then the licking began, long rough strokes that
lapped every inch of her neck and chest. He licked her nipples into hard peaks but growled when
she wanted him to suck them and instead turned his attention to her arms and arm pits.


He licked every inch of her front, down to her belly button, and then flipped her around until her
breasts were smashed against the high back of the brass tub, which was warm from the heat of the
water and the fire.. His tongue found the back of her neck, and then proceeded to lick down her
spine, her sides, her shoulder blades...


He growled when he reached the hot water lapping around her waist. One steel strong arm snaked
around her and pulled her hips out of the water, so her bottom was in his face. Holding her hips
up, he licked that flesh, but now he added small gentle bites all over her bottom, but not breaking
the skin.


Buffy shivered in delight. Every stroke of his rough tongue sent a thrill though her body, shooting
straight to her clit and pussy, making her squirm. Then his tongue reached the slit between her
cheeks and he began to lick and probed with renewed intensity. She moaned, unable to contain
herself. Other lovers had wanted to 'do' her there, but none had ever worshiped her there with
tongue and lips and teeth, except Spike. His rough tongue licked and probed at her puckered
opening for a long moment until her flipped her around with a growl.


Buffy moaned and lifted her legs wide apart, to give him access, but he let her hips slide back into
the warm water and grabbed a foot. He thoroughly licked and sucked each toe, every bump and
hollow of her foot before nipping and licking up her leg. As he neared her pussy he took deep
sniffs of air but pulled away and found her other foot.


Buffy was in delicious agony by the time he reached her upper thigh. She wanted his touch
between her legs so bad. She was having a hard time keeping her own hands out of the area, and
found a little relief by pulling on her nipples.


Spike pulled her legs over his shoulders and she had to leave her nipples to grip the sides of the
tub. He was sniffing and growling like a hungry beast as he neared her pussy, which was dripping
wet. Then his rough tongue began lapping her, swallowing her juices greedily, and he was once
again making that rough purr. He licked he forever, as her body continued to pour more sweet
liquid for him.


Then she felt his tongue become soft, silky. She opened her eyes and saw his sapphire ones
looking up at her, the bumpies gone. His smooth tongue slicked over her clit and she cried out.
He did it again and again, licking and sucking her nub, while his fingers found her pussy and
plunged inside. She felt her whole body begin to tighten and she wiggled her clit tighter against
his moth. He sucked hard and she couldn't breathe. Then she exploded , gasping for breath and
calling his name, pulling his beautiful face to her own so she could kiss him.


"In me, now.." she moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips, and he rammed his smooth hard
steel into her, groaning her name as he did.


He plunged wildly, little control left.


"Let him out." She moaned into his mouth, "Let my beast out."


"Ah, god, Buffy!. I don't have the control. The demon will finish it." Spike moaned against her
lips.


" Finish?" She didn't understand.


"Bite. Claim you when he comes."


Her fingers crept to the scar on her neck that Angel had made all those years ago.


Spike snorted. "Even as a full demon I wouldn't go for the artery, luv. Demon isn't an idiot." His
long fingers cupped her breast and one finger rubbed on the soft flesh above her nipple. "Always
wanted my bite to be here, where you're so soft and pretty. Just for me and you to know."


His eyes betrayed his longing to claim her. He ducked his head to her breast almost shyly.


"Do it," she urged him, "Bring out the demon."

Spike shook on top of her, and then with a feral roar his face changed and his demon came out,
golden eyes blazing into her own.


She felt the change inside her body and gasped. He was huge. So huge she couldn't move. "I c-can't move," She moaned. "You're... ah." The fullness was exquisite.


He began pumping slowly, gently, in and out. "You lie still and let me do all the work," he
growled.


With every thrust he pulled up, pressing his shaft against her clit for a moment before plowing
deep. He did it until she was wild and she came around him, her muscles convulsing around his
fist like rod..


With a roar like a jungle cat's, he plunged his feral teeth into her upper breast. He lifted his head,
mouth covered in her blood. "Mine," he growled, and then slid his teeth back in, licking and
sucking while he slammed his engorged rod into her, and she came again in the intense pleasure
and pain she was swept into.


"Mine," he continued to growl as he removed his fangs, licking and pressing the small wounds
with his tongue to stop the bleeding.


"Mine," he whispered, back in human face, looking deep into her eyes.


Buffy slid her arms around his neck and held him tightly against her. "Mine," she whispered as she
feathered kisses over his face, meeting his blue eyes with her own.

Chapter 11



Angel slammed his car door and shoved the key into the ignition. He rammed the gas pedal down
and the car blazed out of the driveway of the Council's country house.


Cordy gave him a Look. "Tantrum much? What exactly is your problem? And why do we need to
stay in some drafty hotel when we could be staying-for free, mind you-in that lovely house?"


"The whole place reeks." He said through clenched teeth.


"Reeks! It does not! It's a gorgeous house!"


"Sex, Cordy. It smells like sex."


"Ah." Cordy narrowed her eyes. " Buffy and Spike sex? Well, jeez Angel, get over it. You left
her. She found Spike, and they've been together for years. Get over it."


"Reeks! All the Spikes and all the Buffys are having sex!" He thundered.


"So what business is it of yours? Maybe there's some kind of chemical attraction thing with them.
And turn this car around and take me back. I've changed my mind, I'm staying at the council
house."


"What?"


"I am not forking out my money when I can stay for free at the house."


"I'm paying for the room. Like I always do."


"You think I'm staying with you? In the same bed? While you obsess about Buffy boffing Spike? I
hardly think so!" She folded her arms over her chest, and stuck her nose in the air. "Take me
back."


With a growl, Angel turned the car around. "All right. I'll stay there, too."


"Maybe you should get your own room. So you won't have any interruption in your Buffy and
Spike sex obsession."


They entered the council house. Giles looked up at them in surprise.


"We decided to stay here after all," Cordy announced in her sweetest voice. "Angel, go get the
luggage."


Angel got the luggage. Cordy said nothing when they were put in one room.


None of the couples that caused the spat between Cordy and Angel were around. After the
training session in the field the Council's High Coven had determined would be the location where
the portal opened, all three pairs had disappeared.


Cordy got ready for bed in a frosty silence, so Angel went downstairs to find a little alcoholic
warmth. He found Willow and Tara in the large living room, watching TV.


"So, what do you do for fun around these parts?" he asked in a false hearty voice, helping himself
to a large glass of scotch.


"Well, sometimes we play cards, or watch videos," Willow said.


"Yeah, but since the others paired up, not so much." Tara said.


"And how long since the others all paired up?" He asked.


"Well, our pair were already married. And the other two couples-I don't know. Maybe day five?
No one made announcements, so we didn't figure it out right away."


Angel nodded and knocked back his drink, then poured another. Willow snickered, "Yeah, that's
pretty much how Giles reacted."


"Doesn't it bother you? Spike with Buffy?"


Willow shrugged. "They seem happy...they are aren't hurting anyone...what business is it of ours?
I still remember when the council set that team to kill Buffy. It was the worst day of my life, since
I'd started the whole thing. I'm glad to see her happy and healthy."


"And the other Buffys and Spikes," Tara commented in her soft way. "They were very lonely.
And that's not good for anyone."


The witches went left him to his drink, and Angel decided to see if Cordy was still mad at him.


She was in bed, her back to him. Her nightgown was one of his favorites, soft white cotton with
lace in all the right places, and she smelled of sweet musk and flowers, a perfume he'd given her
as a gift. He climbed into bed and buried his nose in the hair at her neck. Now he'd be able to
sleep.


She rolled over and he pillowed his head on the soft lace covering her full breasts. "When this is
over we're going to New Orleans. Married Buffy told me about a swamp witch that can restore
your soul, no curse. Then we can have a normal sex life." Her hand drifted through his hair and
she went to sleep.


Angel was a wake for a long time, pondering her words. Cordy, she was always on his side. She
loved him, he knew, and didn't idolize him one bit. She was good for him. Kept him humble. He
fell asleep nestled against her.

***


The following night the sky cackled with pops and sparks of colored lights. A vertical slit opened
in the night sky above the field the High Coven had divined as the opening of the portal.
Lightening shot through the slit in the sky, and vapor poured out of it.


Far below, in the field, the teams of slayers and champions gripped their weapons and prepared to
battle, trying to clear their minds of the thoughts that crowded them, to concentrate on the
mission.


The Queen emerged, three stories high, thousands of bulbous tentacles whipping around. She
emitted a shriek, the sound so loud and harsh the teams froze.


Angel fell, his irritation at the Buffy/Spike sexathon at the council house forgotten, as was his
regret in making Cordy upset. He curled on the ground, covering his head in agony.


Unsouled Spike fell, his delight in having the Council's credit card tucked into his pocket and
plans for a swift get away with his Buffy wiped from his mind.


Married Spike fell, his concern for his wife and this battle erased by the pain.


LA Spike fell, his joy in the new understanding he had with his Buffy wiped away by the stabbing
pain.


"They're down! All the vampires are down!" Cordy screeched, night vision binoculars plastered
against her face. "Well, do something!" She yelled at the High Coven.

Chapter Twelve


“RETREAT, RETREAT!” The blondest Buffy screamed. She used hand motions that Faith knew, back in her dimension, ones all the Scoobies had learned. She hauled her now unconscious partner back toward the knoll.

Faith knew right away what was happening. She grabbed Angel and her team grabbed unsouled Spike, and they retreated . The others saw what they were doing and backed toward the knoll.

In the bunker the Council had set up they tried to revive the vampires. The Grimali Queen had not moved much, so far, and the portal had not quite closed.

The witches applied ointments to the vampires ears while chanting.

“Well, crap!” Cordy yelled, still peering through the binoculars. “You know those tentacles with the round head? They’re mouths. With lots of sharp teeth. And they stretch really far.”

“Thousands of them.” Giles gasped. He grabbed his binoculars.

“So, what’s the new plan?” Faith asked

“Distance weapons,” said dark haired Buffy.

“Wall of fire,” married Buffy said.

“Let’s try distance weapons.” Blondest Buffy joined dark haired Buffy at her stand of arsenal. They began firing. Faith and married Buffy joined in.

“The trunk is impervious. Cripes, what is this thing made of?” Dark haired Buffy asked.

The vampires began to come around, but looked dazed and disoriented.

“We’re slowing it down,” Dark Buffy said. “But those tentacles are hard to aim for, the way they weave around.”

“Could we net it?” One of Angel’s men spoke.

“Do we have a net?”Giles said.

Married Buffy looked at Willow. “What about that spell you did–when you rescued me from that wetware team, years ago. Remember?”

Willow and Tara stared at each other, and quickly turned to the coven. They consulted for some time.

“We can do it, but we will need to get the Queen circled with the vine. We’re going to transport the vine here, we will need to get you to tie it around her. Just distract the Queen while we do it.”

The vampires, still shaky, began to join the women.

“The witches are transporting a vine that can be used for a binding spell. The same one Willow and Tara did on a wetware team that was sent to kill me years ago. If it will hold the Queen, we can shear off the tentacles with artillery.” Giles said.

“Sounds too easy,” said unsouled Spike. “What’s the bad news?”

“The bad news is you need to get within a couple of yards of her.”

“And try not to get sliced by those teeth.” Cordy said.

“Right.

“One team will have to pull the vine together and tie it.”

“We can do that.” Angel said. “As long as this ear magic holds out, we’re good.”

A short while later the teams had the vines.

“Let’s do this,” Blondest Buffy said. Her eyes locked with her Spike’s.

They headed to the Queen, one team member holding the vine, the other with weapons in both hands. Dark haired Buffy continued to shoot at the tentacles, to provide a distraction.

The Queen was aware of them, and tentacles slashed at them as they worked feverishly to circle her with the woody vine.

A shout came from Angels crew, drawing attention of the other teams. They saw one tentacle head, gnashing, and lots of blood.

“We’re around.” Blond Buffy yelled at her Spike, who was chopping at tentacles with a sword and dagger. “Let’s see if we can help Angel’s team.”

They fought their way to Angel to find unsouled Spike hacking at a tentacle while Faith fumbled with the woody rope, trying to tie and use her sword at nearly the same time.

Angel lay in a pool of blood, while Gunn, also bleeding, stood over him, defending against two bloody tentacles. Buffy and Spike split up, Buffy defending Faith, Spike joining Gunn over Angel’s prone body.

“It’s done,” Faith yelled into her head set. “Fall Back! Fall back!”

The teams retreated to the knoll, one of the Spikes carrying Angel. The coven was working the spell. Cordy, followed by Anya and Xander, who were providing medical assistance, rushed to them.

Cordy screeched when she saw Angel, and elbowed Blondest Buffy out of the way. “I always knew you’d be the death of him, you bitch!” She sank down next to Angel and began cooing at him while Anya and Xander got to work.

“Jeez, I’m not even the right Buffy,” Buffy muttered, and then watched as the spell started to take effect, the vines multiplying, and twining all the way up, pulling the tentacles up into an immobilized bunch. Without the balancing effect of the tentacles, the stalk like body began to sway, and finally lost balance under a barrage of fire from the distance weapons.

An hour later, the Queen was nothing but a stinky smoldering pile. The witches were able to perform one last spell, a dispersion spell that disintegrated what was left of the Queen.

“You teams head back to the council house. The Coven and I will finish the dispersal and inspect the area for any anomalies. Good job, everyone. Thank you.”

Angel was deposited in bed with mugs of warm human blood to help him heal while Cordy hovered around.

LA Spike grabbed Buffy. “The garage,” he whispered. “Brass tub awaits us.” They quickly disappeared.

As they were driving off, unsouled Spike and Buffy entered the garage and flagged them down. “How about a lift, mate?” Unsouled Spike asked.

“Sure. Where’re you headed?”

“Train station in town.”

“So, you’re not returning to your old dimensions?” Buffy asked.

“No reason to return there. Nothing for either of us there,” Spike said.

“I don’t expect I’ll live to see another birthday, back there,” the dark haired girl said.
Buffy noticed she was holding her Spike’s hand tightly, like he was a life line.

“I don’t blame you. Or judge you. Wish you the best.” They took them to the train station where they got tickets for London.”

“You’re going to need pass ports. To get out of the country.” Spike said.

“Already taken care of, mate. Amazing what the Council can do when they think it’s ol’ Rupert’s idea..” He grinned a cheeky grin and flashed two blue passport books.

The two couples bid an affectionate good bye and went their separate ways.

Chapter Thirteen

New Orleans

Spike didn’t dance at the club on Sunday or Monday nights, so he and Buffy often made plans with Dawn and her husband Pierre. Since little Bo had been born, they often had dinner and video’s at home, so they could enjoy the baby.

Tonight Spike had grilled steak and prawns, Dawn and Buffy had made side dishes and dessert. Afterward they watched a comedy while the little guy rolled a baby trike on Buffy’s gleaming inlaid wood floor, to her delight.

Someone knocked on the door. With raised eyebrows, Spike opened the door to admit dark haired Buffy, holding her very limp mate.

Her glance turned to Dawn, and whatever words she had been going to speak remained unuttered as her eyes filled with tears. Dawn’s eyes widened as she recognized the girl at the door.

“So, you’ve been to the swamp witch, haven’t you.” Spike said. He and Buffy took the limp vampire from her arms and placed him in Spike’s recliner. The unconscious vampire looked somewhat different than he had during the time they’d fought the Grimali Queen. His hair was dark blond now, very short at the sides but curly on top. The steel bolts were no longer in his ears, replaced by small gold balls. He was dressed in khaki pants and a light blue shirt.

The dark haired girl wiped her eyes. “Yeah. He seemed okay when it was over, just quiet. Then he just sat at the wheel of the car, not moving, so I got him into the passenger seat and drove back to town. I was going to get him into our motel room, but by the time I got there he was unresponsive. We had your address, so I found you.”

Spike inspected his unconscious twin. “He’s dreaming. Nightmares and such. How long was I out, luv?”

Buffy held her little nephew in her arms. “Three days. I finally figured out that maybe you needed some slayer blood. Once that was in, you woke up. Remember?” Spike shook his head, a negative.

Buffy handed the baby to Dawn and gave the dark haired Buffy a hug. “We have an extra room down stairs. Why don’t you stay with us until he’s better?”

“I was so worried. He did it for me, and if he died or something...”

“He’ll be fine.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Dawn asked.

“Got his soul back. From the witch that did the shape shift spell on you years ago.”

Spike loaded the newly souled vampire over his shoulder and carried him downstairs to the extra bedroom, a simply furnished but attractive room. Then he got the motel keys and directions from dark haired Buffy and promised to return in a short while with their luggage.

“How did you do it?” the dark haired girl took off Spike’s shoes and covered him. “The blood? He seems almost...comatose.”

“Oh. I cut my wrist and pressed it to his mouth. After a while he responded and began to suck, and then he woke up about a day later. He was kind of out of it for a few days. It’s a good thing your Spike doesn’t have a job to go to.”

“Yeah. We lived on money from the Council for a while, and then on Spike’s gambling wins. We have enough to buy a bar, like he ran in Cleveland before he came to this dimension.”

“Really? When he’s better, he should talk to Spike. My Spike. He’s planning on buying the club where he dances. Maybe ....”

“... Maybe they could be partners?” The girls locked green eyes together in silent communication.
Then dark haired Buffy stroked her hand through her mate’s hair. “Well, guess I need to borrow a razor blade, get this guy back on his feet.”

The next day, the newly souled vampire was awake but exhausted and moody. His Buffy insisted he drink more of her blood, which he did. He then fell back into a deep sleep, wrapped around Buffy. She stayed with him for several hours, dozing, and then slipped away to find some food.

She found her twin and Dawn in the kitchen with little Bo, who was devouring small chicken chunks, steamed carrots and thin apple slices.

Buffy immediately rose from the table and poured the dark haired girl two mugs of liquid, one of juice and one of chocolate milk.

“Drink the juice first. I’ll make you some food, too. Eggs with cheese okay?”

“Sure.” Dark haired Buffy gave Dawn a rather shy smile and sat down.

The toddler grabbed a chicken chunk and made a growling noise–and then he was no longer a little boy but a small fuzzy linx cub. Chicken chunk clamped in his teeth, he leaped down from his high chair and headed out the kitchen. Dawn tore after him. “Just wait until your father gets back,” she hollered.

“That would be why Dawn and Pierre aren’t able to find good childcare.” Buffy explained to her wide eyed twin. “Me and Spike and her inlaws all take turns babysitting when they need someone. Can’t take your eyes off him for a minute! And we all just found out that Dawn is expecting again!”

Dark haired Buffy’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, that is so wonderful. My Dawn–and Spike’s–my Spike’s–they both died, with Glory.”

Buffy sat a plate of eggs and toast down in front of her.

“You know, we need to do something about the name situation. Most people call me Bethy. Except Spike. And he goes by Dan, the name on his id papers.”

“We’re Anne and William Winters on our passports.”

Dawn returned carrying her grinning human child. She buckled him into his highchair once again.

“Good, then I’ll start calling you Anne. Do you think Spi–William will want to stick around New Orleans?”

Buffy/Anne gave a small smile. “I think he’ll do anything I want him to do.”

Bethy gave a laugh. “Well, you sound spoiled and sassy. Good for you.”

“If you stick around I might ask you to babysit now and then. This kid needs a slayer around. I swear, he wears me out.”Dawn said, flopping dramatically into a chair.

“Whiney butt,” Bethy said affectionately, pouring Dawn a big glass of chocolate milk. All three giggled.

“I wonder how Buffy three is doing, back in her dimension.” Buffy/Anne said.

“I think she’s doing just fine. She and her Spike were really tight before they left, and the spell opened a portal that they stepped through together, so there was no chance of a separation.” Bethy said.

“That’s good. I’m glad they are together.”

“By the way,” Bethy said. “When my Spike woke up he had a really hard time believing I was with him. He kept thinking that he’d somehow coerced me into being with him, against my will. I had to, um, convince him.” She winked. “If you know what I mean.”

Dawn snorted into her chocolate milk.


Buffy/Anne grinned. “Thanks for the tip. I’d better go check on him.”

She slipped down stairs and found her Spike tossing and writhing on the bed in another soul inspired dream.

“Spike, honey, you need to wake up. Come on. You need a shower, you smell like swamp water.” She hoisted him up to a sitting position and began to take off his shirt.

His eyelids fluttered, giving her a glimpse of blue. “Buffy,” he groaned.

“Yes, it’s me. Now stand up so I can get your pants off.”

He stood obediently like a little child, lifting each foot at her word. She guided him to the bathroom next door and started the shower while he leaned back against the wall, eyes shut.

She undressed and then slipped an arm around his waist, one bare breast against his back. He drew in a breath and stood up tall.

Buffy peeked around him to see if anything else was standing up. Yes, he’d noticed her nakedness.

“Come on , big guy, into the shower.” She directed him to the large shower stall.

“You should go,” He said, his voice husky.

“No I should not. You’re in this state because of me, and I’m making sure you’re all right.”

“Buffy, you don’t have to stay with me. I know what I am. A filthy, disgusting–“

“–No! You’ve changed. You’ve become good. And this soul will make your changes easier, in the long run. It’s just a shock to your system. It’ll get better.”

Spike gave a sob. “Don’t deserve you. You need something better than a monster like me.” His eyes were now open, looking at her in despair and sorrow.

“Nonsense,” she replied in a firm voice. Warm water pounded them from different directions. She lathered her hands with shower gel and began to rub it into his chest. She could feel him quivering under her hands. His eyes fluttered shut as he groaned. “You’ve brought me joy, and security, and... pleasure. A life like I was afraid to even dream of having. I thought all I had to look forward to was eternal rest.”

Her hands glided over his hard muscular breasts, and she circled his nipples with soapy fingers. He gasped, and his whole body jerked.

“But now I have so much more to look forward to– days and night of pleasure.” Her hand slid down to the rigid column that had risen against his belly.

He hissed and tried to brush her hands away, but when she squeezed and explored his length, he slumped against the wall, his hands fisting at his side. “Buffy, I can’t stop you. I always want you. Can’t help it. But it isn’t right. You need some body good.”

“Don’t you decide what I need. I’ll decide all on my own. And I want you. Every day.” She slid down his body. Her mouth found his silky head, and her hands slid between his thighs.

He slid down the wall. Buffy’s mouth lowered with him, and continued to work him, small nibbles up an down his length, wild licks around his head, followed by hard suction.

“Look at me,” she commanded, straddling him and cupping his face in her hands. “Look into my eyes. Don’t you look away, Spike. This is important. You and me together–it means everything to me. I’m not going to lose you.”

She slid slowly onto his shaft as she spoke, not taking her eyes from his. Tears slid down his cheeks. “ Buffy, I’m not good.”

“Yes you are. You chose to be good. You are my love.”

He crushed her to him, and his lips met hers in a deep, longing kiss. “Love you so much, Buffy.” He groaned. His hands found her hips, and they moved together, kissing.

“You’re mine,” She whispered against his mouth as her inner muscles began to contract around his shaft. “Bite me,” she demanded, and bit his neck.

“My own love,” he whispered, and then he bit, and burst within her as her blood spurted into his mouth.

“Always,” she said.

***
Los Angeles, another dimension, Wolfram and Hart.

Angel looked at the email on his screen in shock. “I should have known.” He grabbed his phone. “Call off the Buffy Summers investigation. She wasn’t lost, just shackin’ up with Spike.” He slammed the receiver down.


Across the ocean, Dawn grinned at her computer screen and picked up the phone. “Hey, Giles. I heard from Buffy. She’s fine. Something about a dimensional glitch. Oh, and she’s not returning to England. She’s taken a job with Spike William’s Investigations. She’ll send her resignation along in a day or two...Yeah, it’s Spike. Apparently they are an item. Again.” Dawn held the phone away from her ear to save her hearing, and disconnected with a grin.



The End