Part Five; An Interlude: Interrupted
"This really isn't funny." Buffy murmured as she hung on as tightly as she could to the tree branch above her while her half-naked lover finished off the last of three vamps who had so rudely interrupted them just moments before.
"Are you coming down from there, love?" Spike peered up at the half-naked Buffy.
She sighed then let go. Spike caught her, typical damsel in distress style. Buffy placed one hand over her heart dramatically, "My hero!" She breathed. Spike chuckled, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Buffy moaned, pressing her body as much into his as she could.
The ex-vampire was about to pin her against the tree that had acted as her hide-away when they heard stupidly loud voices, not too far away.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike growled when the slayer began pushing at him to put her down. He did, grudgingly. He watched as she scampered to her clothing and he pulled on his black t-shirt, retracting his duster from the ground.
Buffy grabbed her top from the grass, pulling it over her head just as Willow and Xander rounded the corner.
"Buffy, Spike, hi!" Willow greeted, walking forward to the slayer who was standing directly in front of Spike.
"What are you guys doing here?" Buffy asked through a smile.
"Just passing through." Xander said , indicating to the other end of the cemetery. "We were heading for the Bronze, wanna come with?"
Spike pushed his erection into the slayer's backside and Buffy swallowed heavily, "Nah, Giles'd kill me if I didn't finish patrol...again. And anyway, I'm in a fighting mood, so..." She tried in as light a voice as she could.
"Ah, come on Buff." Xander said, walking forward and pulling the slayer away from Spike. The ex-vampire had to physically restrain his instinctive reaction of pulling her back against him.
Buffy looked helplessly up at her friend’s faces, "Guys, I really should..."
"What’s one night?" Willow asked, taking her other arm; guiding her further away from the tree. "Besides, Spike can finish the patrol - he has to anyway." Willow grinned and the slayer found herself hard pressed not to return the smile.
Buffy must have looked ready to give in because Spike shot her a angry look over the witch and whelp's shoulders.
Buffy sighed. How was she going to get out of this one?
Fortunately, she was saved by the arrival of several vampires. Shaking off her friend's arms she rushed back to Spike who was holding his own against the four. Retracting her stake, she immediately grabbed one, pulling him from the circle. As he was bent backwards she slammed the wood into his unprotected chest. Apparently, she'd been noticed and one of the remaining three moved away from Spike, advancing on the slayer.
With an agitated sigh, Buffy fell into a fighting stance. This one was older. Not as old as Spike but not a fledgling. Backhand, side kick, duck, sweep of feet, crouch and plunge. Apparently not a 'good' older one.
Buffy stood to find Spike waving away the dust of the final vamp. She nodded to his silent question that she was okay. Her eyes moved to her friends who were waiting for them.
"Shit." Buffy whispered.
"Shit." Spike agreed and followed her and her friends to the Bronze.
Part Six
"Hmmm..." Buffy sighed, snuggling further into Spike's warm embrace moments before sleep claimed her.
Spike wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her further into his chest, kissing the top of her head. He looked around her bedroom. They figured since her room was furthest away from Joyce's and had a lock it would be the better choice of the two.
He was certainly glad Joyce was a heavy sleeper, especially since the slayer rather vocally expressed her pleasure. Not that he minded. He always liked to be reminded how good he was!
Buffy stirred in her sleep and nuzzled her face into his neck and Spike turned his head, kissing her cheek. The clock on the bedside flashed the time and Spike averted his gaze to it. Luminous red numbers stood out in the night, <2:47 am> Spike yawned and his eyes began to droop as he recalled how late it was. Pulling Buffy further still into his chest, Spike closed his eyes allowing sleep to wash over him.
_-_-_
"Morning." Spike murmured as Buffy woke next to him. He was gazing down at her, gently stroking the golden skin of her face, as the sun's warming rays bathed them both. His fingers trailed across her cheek, his thumb pad rubbing her soft lips.
Buffy smiled shyly up at him, "Hi." She whispered just as his lips replaced his fingers. As his tongue caressed hers his fingers wandered lower, playing across her chest. He tugged at her hardened nipples before moving closer to her heat.
"Buffy! Willow's here! Are you awake?" Her mother's voice broke into their lust-filled haze and the slayer hastily broke off the kiss as the vampire retracted his hands.
"Sure mom, I'll be down in a minute." They heard her mother descend the stairs and Buffy quickly got off the bed, dashing to cupboard to retrieve some clothing. She selected a pair of shorts and an old t-shirt of her fathers and turned around to find Spike watching her from the bed. She crossed over to him and leaned down to kiss him. Moving away she swept up her hair in a high ponytail and walked to the door. "I'll be back in a minute...go to your room, just in case though!" She gave him a devilish smile and left to his quiet chuckles.
***
"You mean you've never done this?" Buffy asked incredulously as Spike pushed her higher on the swings. "You've been around like what? Two hundred years?"
"Most of which I was a vampire, pet. And why would a master vampire play on the swings?"
"Why would a big bad slayer? 'Cause its fun!" Buffy replied. On the up push she swung her self up so that she was standing on top of the metal bar. Spike laughed as he looked up a her, moving away from the still swing empty seat.
"See..." Buffy said as she walked along the bar like a tightrope walker. "...fun." She retracted a stake and flung it at the vampire a few meters behind Spike. It turned to dust with an agonised scream. Spike looked shocked, but caught the slayer as she jumped at him.
"Lets go home." Spike murmured and he was witness to Buffy's eyes lighting up moments before he captured her lips with his.
***
He smiled slightly into the kiss, moving his hand from her hair to her naked body, running down to play with her breasts before finding her warmth. She mewled into his kiss as he brought to orgasm and she broke away from his lips to breath his name as she tumbled over.
He kissed and licked his way down her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat, smiling at the low moan of pleasure that fell from her lips at his actions. Moving lower, he caught first one nipple then the other in between his teeth, sucking on each one, before moving his mouth away, nibbling on the ends.
He was about to move lower when she flipped them so that she was on top. He groaned as her wet, hot body rubbed erotically against his rock hard shaft. She blazed her way down his body, using her tongue and teeth to tease him.
Spike hissed as she slid her hot mouth over his cock, sucking slightly before moving out, grazing him with her teeth. She repeated her actions, each time tightening the pressure of her lips, until he exploded in her mouth.
Flashing colours shot passed Spike's tightly closed lids as he thrust up, trying not to hurt her. Swallowing quickly, she moved out of him completely, moving up his body to capture his lips again, forcing him to taste himself.
He lowered his hand, positioning himself at her opening before thrusting up into her, both gasping in pleasure as Buffy's muscles tightened around him. Continuing to kiss him, Buffy moved up and down, loving the position and the feeling she got out of it - feeling him fill her completely each time she lowered her self on him.
It didn't take long for them to both give in and go over the edge, each with their lover's name upon thier lips. Collapsing fatigued on Spike's chest, Buffy closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of his cool fingertips trailing patterns on her back. Both too tired to move they fell asleep in that position still intimately entwined, listening, with slight smiles, to the vampire's purr.
***
Buffy awoke the following morning to find herself in the same position as she fell asleep in. She sleepily blinked then pushed herself up into a sitting position and gazed down at what had acted as her mattress for the night through heavy lidded eyes.
Smiling slightly she carefully removed herself from the ex-vampire's embrace and silently dressed. She was just leaving her bedroom when a sleepy voice reached her ears.
"Where are you going, pet?"
Buffy turned to find Spike still lying down, his eyes closed, one arm flung behind his head.
"School." She whispered, walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "Why don't you stay here, huh? You don't have to come - have a lie in, honey, okay?" She leant down to press a kiss to his cheek but he turned his head and it landed on his lips.
"Do you want me to come round later?" Spike asked, his voice still groggy even as his hand trailed patterns over hers.
"Nah, I'll come straight back here after training - you can catch up on <<Passions>>"
Spike smiled at that, "Okay love, see you later?"
"Yep." Buffy got off the bed and crossed the room before he stopped her again.
"Don't I get a kiss good-bye, slayer?" The sentence sparked off memories of the first day she'd found he'd been turned human and it made her smile.
"Fine!" She rolled her eyes with mock exaggeration. She giggled as he pulled her down on the bed, his lips capturing hers as his arms did the same.
"Mmm-stop! I have to go!" With a determined push off the bed, Buffy grabbed her school bag and after blowing a kiss to Spike, left her room.
With a sigh Spike collapsed back down on the bed and closed his eyes.
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"Buffy! Thank God you're here! I've been trying to reach you but Sp- but you were out!" Willow cried, quickly correcting herself as Buffy entered the library.
"Why? What's happened?" Buffy was immediately on slayer-mode.
"I have." Came a deep, sorrow-filled voice from the dark part of the room.
Buffy's eyes grew large as they followed the voice to its source.
"A-Angel?"
Sixteen days earlier...
"Bloody hell, pet, I was only gone a day." Spike exclaimed as he threw the last part of her lover out of the ten-storey high window.
"You're always leavin' me, Spike. A girl has needs you know..." Drusilla frowned at him, wagging her finger up and down as though chastising a small child.
"I went for that bloody doll that you wanted. I wouldn't have gone if you hadn't have left it!" Spike argued, his yellow eyes.
"It wasn't he doll, you want to leave me! She's all around you. Floating, laughing at me!"
"I don’t know who you're going on about, Dru!"
"The slayer!" She hissed.
"The SLAYER?!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock.
"She's all you think about. I can hear your thoughts in my head, crying, aching...my boy wants to go to that nasty girl, he doesn't want his mummy anymore."
"Dru, of course I want you. I haven't even MENTIONED the bloody slayer since we left Sunnyhell." Spike grabbed her hands in his, imploring her with his eyes to believe him.
"I can see it in your soul. You want to be like her, you don't want to be like mummy anymore." Tears slipped down her porcelain features.
"Dru, baby, please don't cry....I don't even have a soul, love...." He brought her close to him and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.
Drusilla moved her lips avidly against his, her fangs elongating as she nipped at his mouth. "My boy! Mine!" She murmured, growling a little as she bit into his neck.
---
The dark-haired vampiress watched as her childe fell asleep and sighed. "Bad Spike. You don't want mummy anymore....grrruff! Bad boy!"
She gasped as the images came to her uncalled; Her childe in the sun with the slayer. She let out an unhappy wail as she saw them together, making love. The sound caused Spike to tighten his arms around her but he didn't wake. Then she saw her Angel come back from Hell, she regarded how the slayer acted around him, completely unaware of Spike's presence. With a smile, she her boy come home to her, beaten, broken, but entirely hers.
Eternally.
"The spell!!!" She giggled, and rose from the bed.
Naked she danced about the room, until she came to a stop in front of the large chest she kept Miss. Edith on. She lifted her up and twirled her around.
"Miss. Edith. You've been a very good girl...mummy loves you. Coo...coo, don't worry daddy will come around and our boy will come home forever. And then we'll have them both and the slayer will have no-one!" She giggled quietly as she opened the trunk, extracting the talisman she required.
Slowly she walked to where Spike still lay asleep, on his back, his chest still, his body silent. She placed the talisman over his heart and whispered to Miss. Edith,
"Come on my pet, we'll say it together then the order will start....
Let my childe of the night
Return to his former right
As his body is turned
And welcomed by the harsh sunlight.
Until the Angel returns
And his heart it is burned
Form his body.
Nuce Vitae."
Light swirled around the vampire's body and Drusilla giggled hysterically, her eyes lighting up as her childe's body was raised above the bed, before it fell back down. The light dissipated and before her eyes her childe took his first breath in nearly two hundred years.
"We'll be together soon my love...a family again....I promise."
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Sixteen days later....
"Oh...Buffy!" Angel rushed forward, unaware of the tension in the room at his movement he fell down in front of her, clasping her around her waist as he hugged her tightly.
Buffy's eyes were wide, rapidly filling with tears as she searched the room for someone who could make some sense of this. Her eyes settled on Willow and Giles who were standing a little in front of her.
"Maybe we should give you two a min-"
"No!" Buffy interrupted Giles, her eyes flashing a 'help' sign to Willow who quickly caught on.
"Giles, do you have any of that blood, maybe Angel's hungry?"
"Uh, yes, I do..." Giles wander off to get it, a little unsure of what had transcribed between the two.
"God, Buffy, I missed you so much...it was....I..." His voice cracked and a tear rolled down Buffy's cheek.
"W-why don't we s-sit down?" Buffy lead them over to the table in the middle of the room.
"Okay, someone tell me I'm hallucinating!?"
"Xander! Come out!" Willow quickly hurried him away, leaving the two alone.
"So, how-?" Buffy began, faltering.
"I don't know...it just happened, I guess somebody up there still likes me." He smiled at his lame joke.
Buffy's lips didn't move. "How long?"
"About a two weeks, I-"
"Two weeks! Why didn't you come sooner?" She was doing the math in her head. Spike had only been here 13 days. Huh, thirteen, unlucky for some...or in this case, me.
"I've been recuperating." Buffy saw the scars, cuts and bruises that marred his previously perfect features.
"Oh, God Angel, I'm so sorry!" Buffy suddenly burst into tears, without pause, the dark-haired vampire immediately took her into his arms.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." The litany continued.
Angel closed his eyes, rocking his lover in his arms as she continued to cry, grateful that someone had given them this chance to be together.
"I missed you so much.....I'm so sorry...I love you." Buffy whimpered into the front of his shirt as she continued to cry.
---
Spike whistled to himself as he walked down the corridor at the high school, batting at the hanging posters overhead. He'd just heard the bell go but since he knew Buffy didn't have a lesson the first two periods he figured he'd surprise her.
He looked up as he heard familiar voices up a head, Willow and Xander arguing.
"What the hell is he doing back, never mind here?"
"Xander, look, we don’t know how it happened but we have to be here for Buffy."
"God, do none of you remember what he did to us, to her...to your fish?! He killed Miss. Calendar for god's sake and now we're just gonna welcome him back with open arms?"
"No, but we have to be here for Buffy."
"We should stake him, that’s what we should do."
"Stake who? I take you don't mean me since I now have a heartbeat."
The two teens' heads whipped round at the British voice and gapped at him.
"uh...Spike, um...we were talking about...um, fish! Yeah, fish!"
"Okaaaay, Red, you been at the sauce again?" Spike asked, with a smile, totally oblivious.
"Here, Spike'll side with me. We should stake him right?" Xander started.
"Xander.." Willow warned.
"Stake who?" Spike asked again.
"Xander no!"
"Angel."
The world seemed to tilt on its axis then right itself just as suddenly. The name pounded around in his skull.
"Angelus?" He growled, "He's in hell, floating on a big cross, right?"
"Well..." Willow began.
"Nope, his sitting there macking on Buffy again." Xander completed, watching the fury rise in the ex-vampires eyes. "Oops?"
"Spike, wait!"
Spike didn’t hear the witch as he pushed past them, slamming open the doors to the library, just in time to hear Buffy's whispered words.
"....I love you."
Buffy looked up, jumping off Angel's lap as the doors slammed open. "Spike!" She breathed.
"Spike!" Angel growled, shooting to his feet as well.
The man in question, however, was oblivious to every one. All he could concentrate on was the pain in his heart. And in his head. The room spun around, his chest constricted. He couldn't breath, the room was now just a blur. Buffy was calling him but he couldn't answer, he had to get out of there but he couldn't move.
Buffy screamed as Spike collapsed to the ground and she rushed to him, sliding on the wooden floor as she fell to her knees next to him.
Light engulfed the ex-vampire, magically throwing the slayer away from Spike as she tried to reach out to touch him. She was thrown into Angel and the two toppled to the floor.
Spike was lifted into the air, an inhuman scream pierced through the otherwise silent room. Outside the sunset, despite it being midday. Magicks wove around his prone body and with a final gasp he came to rest in the centre of the library floor.
Buffy struggled in Angel's grasp as Spike stood up, his vampiric face evident.
The whole room jumped as Willow and Xander were thrown through the air, over the blonde vampire's head and in the doorway stood Drusilla.
"Hello love." She smiled at Spike, who looked completely dazed. "Come on, pet, we're going home." She took his hand, patting it like a child.
"Spike!" Buffy whimpered, tears falling freely down her face as she watched him be guided out of the library by a crazy vampiress who talked to him quietly.
"What the hell is going on here?" Angel growled, finally releasing the squirming Buffy as he heard the familiar tones of the Desoto pull away.
Buffy whimpered again, throwing herself out of the library.
Part Eight
Willow slowly opened the door to the Summer's spare room, her heart breaking as she saw her best friend, curled up in the foetal position on the bed Spike had used for the past two weeks. A red shirt and a glint of silver were trapped beneath her fingers.
"Buffy?" Willow whispered.
"Oh, god, Wills, what am I going to do?" Buffy wailed, looking up into her friend’s eyes, not moving from her position on the bed.
"Oh, Buffy, sweetie, I'm sure Spike'll be long gone by now so you won't have to-" Buffy's cries only grew louder at this and Willow winced. Then gaped, "D-did something happen Buffy? Between you and...and S-Spike, I mean?"
Buffy sat up, her eyes full of sorrow. "What am I going to do Wills? Angel's back thinking everything is like it was but all this stuff's happened in the last two weeks and...and it’s changed everything!" She wailed, collapsing back on the bed.
The ring fell from her hands and rolled off the bed to the ground.
Both girls followed the movement with their eyes. Buffy sniffled but was quiet. She sat up again.
"I guess I have to tell Angel." Buffy whispered.
"I guess so."
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"Dru, why do I feel like this?" Spike asked groggily, he could barely move, his whole body ached.
"My poor boy was human for too long, the demon's punishing you...bad Spike, grrruff!" Drusilla sat on the edge of the bed at the mansion. "Here, drink this, love...you have to keep up your strength."
"How long for, pet?"
"Just two days...a day for a week and a week for a day!" Dru got off the bed as she sang the words, twirling around the room.
Spike just watched her with empty eyes.
---
"Please, just sit down, we can talk about this..." Angel tried to usher her further into the apartment but she stayed resolutely by the front door.
"I don't think that would be a good idea Angel."
"Buffy, please...can't we talk-"
"We are, we HAVE talked about this....Angel, I need space...I can't do this a second time. Please, you have to respect that. I went through hell without you and I can't handle it again." Buffy left his apartment, closing the door quietly behind her.
"So did I." Angel whispered, resting his head against the wood.
---
"She's dumping him?" Xander jumped up and down in his seat and Willow scowled at him.
"Yes, Xander, but don't act all happy around Buffy, she's really upset..."
"Oh, yeah, I know..." Xander looked down, then giggled, "But she's DUMPING him! And peroxide boy's left with his crazy zombie girl! Sunnydale is happy once more!" He did another little dance, just as the doors to the library opened and Buffy walked in.
Giles frowned at the boy, who quickly sat down.
The bell rang.
"Come on, Wills, we're gonna be late for class." Buffy's quiet, saddened voice wiped the smile of Xander's face.
As Willow rushed to collect her things, Giles spoke softly to his slayer, "Uh, Buffy will you stay after school for training?"
"Yeah, my last periods' free so I'll come then - can we try and finish before school ends? I don’t feel too good, think I wanna go lie down."
"Of course, Buffy." Giles hurried to agree, wishing he could think of something to ease her pain.
"See you later Xander.
"Uh, Buff?"
Buffy looked up and Xander's heart squeezed at the pain in her eyes, "Uh, nothing - I'll see you in math."
"Bye."
---
Spike stared blankly at the ceiling as Drusilla continued to count the non-existent stars on the ceiling of the mansion room.
"They're swirling and whirling and oooh!" She cried out in pain. "My Angel hurts....the nasty slayer has hurt daddy again....he pains...it whispers to me, Spike...they're telling me all sorts of horrible things."
"What sort of things, pet?" Spike asked automatically.
"They say they lied to me. They tell me my Spike is going to leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere, Dru." Spike murmured into her hair, patting her hand gently.
"Miss Edith says the icky slayer is going to steal my beautiful childe." Drusilla wailed, throwing the doll to the ground as she cried. "Naughty Miss Edith. You shall have no cake for tea."
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Buffy lay in bed, watching the moonlight slowly enter the room. It was nearly midnight and the moon was high in the sky.
She hurt.
It was as simple and as complicated as that.
She hurt.
Her head hurt from thinking of all the ways the relationship would never have worked.
Her eyes hurt from the pain-filled tears that had flowed freely all night long.
Her hands hurt from having beat up solidly on one vampire for a full hour earlier that night.
Her stomach hurt from having thrown up for the first twenty minutes of her arrival home.
Her throat hurt from the argument she had had with Angel, when she'd met him on patrol.
Her heart hurt from the loss of her lover.
She closed her eyes, and allowed the cool breeze that entered the window to flow over her tired body.
"Spike..." She whispered longingly as she slipped asleep.
---
"Hello, love." Spike tried to smile affectionately at her as she walked into the room...with a suitcase...and a doll.
"Spike...I've decided to leave."
"What?" Spike frowned, his brain not really in gear.
"Miss. Edith and I had a very long conversation..." Spike rolled his eyes, getting slowly to his feet and following her out of the mansion as she continued to speak. "And we decided that we don't want to live near the slayer. We were going to stay and wait for daddy but you've made everything change..." She looked at him with tearing eyes. "Its all sooo wrong...sooo very wrooong." She crooned, tears slipping down her face.
"Dru, don't..." Spike said helplessly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. He never could bare to see her cry.
Drusilla stopped from her mad haze and met his emotive eyes with child-like orbs. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his cheek. "Miss. Edith said to warn you...about the minions. They won't like the slayer...you'll have to rid of them." She sighed and pressed her lips briefly to his. "Don't worry about daddy though - he's not coming back now. But this one loves the icky slayer, he's not all good...be careful my love."
Spike frowned, trying to comprehend all the information as he watched her walk away with the doll in hand. He followed the minion who was carrying her suitcase to the front door. Spike swallowed a laugh when he saw a taxi waiting for her. The vampiress got in. She gave him a little wave as the cab pulled away.
Retracting another cigarette Spike lit it and brought it to his mouth. With a sigh he expelled the smoke from his dead lungs then walked out into the night.
He had a slayer to find.
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"She dumped him!" Xander did another impromptu dance in his seat, his eyes lit up.
"Oh for the love of - look there's Cordy, shut up unless you wanna die a horrible death." Willow grumbled, glad of the distraction. Sometimes...no, actually ALOT of the time Xander was just too much to handle.
"You wanna dance?" Oz asked as a slow, ballad beat rolled around the Bronze dance floor.
Willow smiled at her boyfriend's distraction techniques and happily nodded, allowing herself to forget her best friends worries in her werewolf's arms.
---
Spike carefully climbed through the open window, sitting on the edge as he surveyed the picture in front of him.
Buffy sighed, his name slipping from her lips as she awoke - sensing his presence in the room. His name on her lips tempting him to walk closer to her. As Buffy sat up Spike moved to the bed. She swung her legs over the side, as Spike sank to his knees in front of her.
The silence stretched between them, neither moved, neither said a word.
Slowly, Spike brought his cool hand up to her face, brushing the back of it across her heated cheek. He watched as she closed her eyes and sighed his name.
"Buffy?" She opened her eyes and he shook visibly from the emotions his saw swirling in her hazel orbs.
Spike tilted his head slightly as Buffy's lips came down to meet his. They pressed together, almost desperately as though they were worried the other would drift away as a dream.
He moved his hand from under her top to tangle in her hair as he gently rolled her on to her back. With the better angle, Spike deepened the kiss, moving his hand up her back to undo her bra. Buffy broke away from his lips to quickly removed her top and bra.
She smiled as she heard his sharp intake of breath, her smile turning into a moan as he lowered his mouth to
her breasts, worrying first one then the other. He gently kissed back up to her neck, sucking at the skin over her pulse point, before moving up to claim her lips once more.
The kiss was as tender as the first but with a stronger passion. He lowered his hand from her hair to her breast, the other worming its way further down to her cotton pants. Buffy ran her hands up and down his now bare back, before moving lower, slightly under the waistband of his jeans to scratch at the swell of his buttocks.
Their tongue and lips still entwined they slowly removed the remained of their clothing. Spike positioned himself at her opening, waiting for admittance. Buffy raised her hips, impaling herself. She ripped her lips from his to utter a small cry as she adjusted to his size.
Though he was bigger than Angel, she didn’t feel any pain; she felt at home. She felt loved.
Spike reclaimed her lips as he began to thrust up in to her, one of his hands tugging gently on her nipple. She was so hot, he felt like he was feeling the sun once more.
As they both neared orgasm, Buffy began squeezing him tighter and Spike moved his hand down to her swollen clit, pinching it. Within seconds Buffy climaxed, screaming his name as she came.
Instinctively she bared her neck and Spike sank his fangs into her neck. As her powerful, sweet blood flowed into his mouth he released himself, growling continuously as he did. Extracting his fangs from her neck he licked and kissed the wound gently to help it heal, purring louder than before.
Tears of complete contentment flowed freely down Buffy's cheeks and as Spike raised his head to hers, his face still in its vampiric countenance, her smile only widened. He tenderly brushed his lips against hers, before moving out of her, pulling her to his chest.
She curled up once again at his side and the two replete lovers drifted off to the vampire's quiet purrs.
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Epilogue
Joyce sighed and dumped her bags in the hall, promising herself that she would deal with it all tomorrow. It was four in the morning and she'd just gotten off the last flight from New York. She had intended to return on the ten O'clock flight. Her latest purchase turned out to sadly belong to a rather eccentric elderly gentleman who had insisted on meeting and taking out to dinner his buyer. Unfortunately, said eccentric elderly gentleman was more eccentric then most and only ate after the twilight hour.
She was glad to be home. She'd received a phone call from a rather harried Giles who had explained the goings on of the last twenty-four hours. The whole flight home all she had been able to think about was how her baby was dealing with this turn of events.
Her lover who she'd sent to hell had returned to her, only to have to dump him. Then to have Spike, a recent confident and as Joyce had suspected, who had become a lot more than just a friend, to unexpectedly turn back into a vampire. She knew how strong her daughter was, but she also knew that inside she was still a little girl, who could have done with someone there to have been strong for her instead.
Feeling extremely overburdened she silently trudged up the stairs. She looked over to the slightly ajar door of her daughter's room and smiled. All these late nights were worth it if it meant she kept her little baby comfortable. She walked to the door, pushing it open, swallowing a shocked gasp at what she saw.
Her daughter was apparently naked but under a thin sheet. Next to her, a fully dressed peroxide blonde vampire lay. Joyce watched as the vampire, who had yet to notice her, continuously ran his free hand through her daughter's unbound golden hair. His eyes were solely focused on her face, and his features formed a gentle, loving countenance.
After a few minutes of simply watching them Joyce found her voice, "I take it she's feeling better."
Spike jumped, his hand stilling as his eyes jumped to Joyce. A sheepish look crossed his face as he replied, "I think so." He responded, a small-satisfied smile on his face. When Joyce didn't respond he spoke again, "I was gonna go in a minute."
Joyce considered this for a moment, along with the look on the vampire's face a few minutes ago. "Would you like some hot cocoa. I just got off a killer flight but I'm not tired." She offered. *Suddenly, not tired at all.*
Spike smiled gratefully, "That sounds lovely Joyce, but I ought to get going. Sun'll be up in a minute; I'm cutting it close as it is."
"Tomorrow night perhaps?" Joyce suggested.
"Tomorrow night it is."
Joyce nodded then smiled slyly, "I'll let you let yourself out."
Spike chuckled quietly as she shut the door and turned his eyes back to the slayer. His slayer. He looked up at the clock; sunrise in twenty minutes. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and whispered something to her before climbing out of the window into the last minutes of the night.
Buffy gently opened her eyes with a deep breath. A slow smile spread across her face as she answered him, turning over to fall back asleep.
"I love you, too."
The End