Cold Day in Hell

by Schehrezade & Randy Sex Kitten

Chapter 4

“Let’s get you fed. ‘Cos you know that you’ll need your strength!” Spike slapped her gently on her butt, still amazed that his chip didn’t fire. Suddenly, he realized that he had claimed her. He had dug his fangs into her skin and his chip hadn’t even buzzed. ‘She really trusts me!’ he thought, amazed, stunned and humbled by his mate.

‘Of course I do,’ came her gentle reply.

“Feed me!” Buffy pouted at Spike. Her belly rumbled again and this time her entire body blushed. “Sorry…”

Spike stood easily, keeping Buffy impaled on his still hard cock. She groaned and shifted restlessly on him, desperately wanting him, but also desperately wanting food to quiet her growlies.

Her eyebrows rose as Spike began walking toward the kitchen. She glanced down at his flexing abdomen, mesmerized. She was being poked in so many interesting places! As she felt him laugh, her inner muscles fluttered in a mini explosion of pleasure.

“So, my darlin’. Guess you never really got experimental with anyone else?” Spike whispered in her ear, not mentioning any names. He was unwilling to let either of their exs to intrude into their perfect world. He instinctively knew that if he mentioned Dru, Buffy would probably revert to Slayer and kick his shiny white bum up and down the room. Which in itself could be fun, but in this case might end in an interesting, but highly embarrassing staking. Death by Christmas tree. Not the way he was intending on going.

Nope, the only way he was getting dusted was in protecting his mate.

For once his demon and William were in total agreement.

Spike licked the red and torn area. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Buffy replied at she lulled against him. The erotic feelings his lips evoked from an idle brush nearly undid her!

He gently placed her on the breakfast bar, pulling out of her warm embrace. He glanced down as his cock gradually slid from her grasping body. Her pink nether lips clutched to the tip before allowing him to leave her body. A trail of semen trickled down and onto the counter. Buffy reached between her legs and caught the sticky mess on her fingers, licking them with interest.

She pouted, “That’s not gonna stop my belly rumblin’!”

Spike twitched. He was trying to stop himself from ramming into her. A mental image of the Slayer splayed on the bar where her friends innocently ate their meals while he rammed into her over and over, flittered through his mind.

He was disappointed in her lack of reaction to that particular thought and suddenly realized that he couldn’t hear her thoughts either.

“Pet? Can you hear what I’m thinkin’?”

Buffy stopped pouting long enough to contemplate and answer, “No, I can’t.” Spike walked back to her, brushing her thighs with his. As they touched, the image of her sprawled on the counter flashed through her mind. “Spike!”

“Huh. We must need physical contact to hear each other.” Pleased with discovering the answer to the mystery, Spike spun back to the refrigerator. “I heard that if it’s a strong claim, sometimes the partners can project their thoughts. Supposedly, it’ll become easier over time. But I’m not sure about a Slayer-Master Vampire mating ‘cos I never heard of one. Prob’ly won’t work with us. I think…” he trailed off, realizing that, not only was he babbling, but that this was new territory for him as well as for his Slayer. Dru had always refused to mate with him, something that had hurt at the time. He was so grateful for it now. ‘There’s no one but Buffy that I’d want to share this with!’

“Let’s get something into that delectable mouth of yours,” he leered. Turning, the vampire stalked over to the fridge, his hand stroking his erection as he sought out sustenance for his girl.

Buffy watched, entranced at his muscled back. Her eyes widened when he bent over and began rummaging around for food. Spike’s firmly muscled ass was too much of a temptation. She decided to test his theory and concentrated, projecting as loudly as she could, ‘Buffy wants…’

“None of that, Slayer. I can hear you, you know. You can wait until I get you fed.” Spike began pulling out various foodstuffs from the recently restocked fridge. He looked up suddenly. “I could hear you. Huh. You know, pet, we might want to talk to your watcher about this.” Buffy shuddered, not really wanting to talk about Giles; instead she projected the image of chocolate cake at her vamp. Spike returned to his rummaging.

The vampire had realized that his two girls probably existed on Joyce’s savings. He had peeked into the fridge at his last visit with the Bit and had been appalled.

Spike had spent the afternoon at the store; buying every delicacy he could get his hands on. He had completely filled their empty fridge and cupboards.

“Try this,” Spike held out a spoon heaped with pasta salad, wanting something healthier for his girl than cake. Buffy pouted at the lack of chocolate cake on the spoon, but eagerly opened her mouth as he gently placed the food on her tongue.

“Yum! Gimme…” Buffy took the bowl and spoon from the bemused vamp and began to eat rapidly. A sliver of asparagus dropped onto her breast and Spike happily leaned over and licked it away, causing a shiver to run down her spine. “Spike, aren’t you hungry?”

The vampire nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t bring any blood with…”

Buffy pointed at the freezer with her spoon. “Freezer. Dawn stuck some in there for you, for emergencies.”

“Nibblet did that for me?” he asked in surprise. Turning, he grabbed a packet and popped the frozen bag into a mug and set it into the microwave to defrost. “Luv, are there any…”

“Top shelf, cabinet next to your head,” Buffy interrupted.

Spike quickly found the Whetabix that he had wanted, but changed his mind when he saw another clear bag. Grabbing the marshmallows, he tossed some in his mouth as he waited for the microwave to ping.

After squeezing the thick liquid into the mug, he filled it to the brim with the small sweets. He turned and began to guzzle the contents. Chewing contentedly on a sticky marshmallow, he walked over and stood between Buffy’s legs, watching his girl devour the pasta.

“Good?”

“Yeah, but …” she tipped the empty bowl at Spike.

“You want somethin’ else?”

“Yes, please.” Buffy nodded enthusiastically.

Spike gulped down the rest of his meal. “Here have a few.” He poured some marshmallows into her waiting hands. Buffy snacked on them as Spike pulled out a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.

Shaking the can, he eyed her naked form and grinned wickedly. Placing the bowl on the counter by her thigh, he picked out a large red fruit and carefully sprayed some cream on it. “Open up, sweets.”

Buffy bite the fruit in half, the red juice staining her lips. Spike’s tongue darted out and he leaned into her, kissing away the juice. Before pulling back, he ran his tongue around her full lips. Buffy hummed in contentment.

She reached for the can and sprayed a small amount on her finger, feeding it to her captivated vampire.

“Lean back on your elbows, luv.” Spike gently pushed her back and reached for another strawberry, feeding it to the silent girl. With his other hand, he smeared the half-eaten berry over her rapidly hardening nipples, tinting them a bright red. “Very pretty… needs something more.” He grinned and reached for the can Buffy still held. He sprayed a small circle around each nipple. “Perfect!”

“Spike!” Buffy giggled, secretly thrilled at the playful nature that the normally cynical vampire was showing her.

“Yeah, wot?” Spike grinned at her before leaning forward and devouring one of her nipples. His mouth covered the area as he tried to take in as much of her breast as possible. Buffy moaned, the strength in her arms vanishing. She collapsed flat on the cool surface, taking Spike with her. Buffy wrapped her legs around him and cradled his blond head to her chest.

Soon her nipples were clean, but the redness remained as Spike chewed them gently. He caught the tip of her left breast in his lips and sucked hard, causing Buffy to groan happily.

“Ahh, ow! Spike…” Buffy whimpered as his teeth continued their gentle torture. She pulled on his hair, trying to get his attention.

Spike released her aching nipple with an audible pop. “Luv?” He regarded her quizzically.

“Sore…sorry…” Buffy ran her fingers around the tender flesh of her breasts.

Guilt flooded Spike’s eyes. “Oh, my darling girl, I’m a bad rude man.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and blew cool air over the softening nubs. “Lemme fix these beauties right up.” He placed a tender kiss on each abraded area, his other hand reaching for a bear shaped honey jar. He carefully squeezed the sticky golden syrup over each nipple and rubbed it in with gentle fingers.

“Spike, now I’m all sticky…” Buffy grinned at him.

He reached between her thighs, his fingers probing her cleft. “Yeah, you are, but not enough.” With that, he squeezed a liberal amount over Buffy’s pink folds. He pressed his hands into the sticky mass, caressing the entire area with his fingertips. She relaxed her legs and allowed him access, groaning as his talented fingers explored her thoroughly. In the process, he managed to smear honey down her shaking thighs.

‘Two can play at this game…’ Buffy snagged the bottle from beside her and coated her hands. “Stand up, Spike,” she ordered.

Immediately, Spike straightened, his eyes lingering on her straining breasts, glistening in the light thrown from the open fridge door.

“Lie down,” she commanded.

Intrigued, Spike complied. He stretched out on the kitchen floor and tucked his hands under his head.

“Good vampy.” She grinned and hopped off the counter. Kneeling down next to Spike, she ran her sticky hands over his six-pack and grasped his throbbing cock. She pumped both hands up and down, the honey making the sensations of her hands on his aching member even more intense.

The sounds of Buffy’s sticky hands sliding up and down filled the room. Kneeling back on her heels, she eyed the puddle of purring Spike in front of her. He opened one blue eye and scowled. “You know, pet, I don’t believe I’ve ever purred before.”

She giggled and reached into the fridge for the bottle of Hershey syrup and proceeded to cover Spike in abstract patterns. “I like it. All sweet and cuddly…”

Buffy stood and Spike heard a rustling of plastic.

“Close your eyes,” she cooed.

Spike’s eyes snapped shut.

“Keep still!” she exclaimed as he writhed in anticipation.

“Can’t… what’s that?” Spike groaned.

Buffy giggled. “A happy face!”

Spike cracked his eyes open and gazed down his body. His mate was obviously in a silly mood, as indicated by the smiley face made from tiny marshmallows now gracing his hard stomach. “Very funny pet!” He reached down and scooped a few off, eating them. “Come ’ere…”

He grabbed the chortling slayer and pulled her across his body, pushing his hand between her legs.

Buffy squealed. “Ewww! Spike, that’s gross!”

He pulled her resisting body up over his face and proceeded to suck out the marshmallows he had shoved between her thighs.

“Ahhhh…” Her head rolled back as his talented mouth and tongue gave her a thorough cleaning.

Spike gently thrust her off his face. “Buffy, need inside you now…”

The blonde girl slid down his chest, leaving a trail of chocolate and honey mixed with her juices. With little effort, she slid Spike’s coated cock inside her, the honey easing his way into her still tight channel. She came to a halt and rocked on his pubic bone, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Spike’s hands flexed on her hips as he held her steady.

“Feels so gooood,” she crooned as she slowly began to rock back and forth, never letting him leave her body. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as moisture poured out of her body. She opened her eyes and looked down at her entranced lover. “Never thought I’d see the day that you were at a loss for words, Spike.” Buffy teased her mate as she clenched her inner muscles.

Spike gasped. “Ahh! Hold on, pet. Give me your hands.”

Buffy immediately placed her gummy hands in his.

“Lean back as far as you can… I’ve got you”

Buffy slowly arched her back, her long hair trailing over his knees. She squeaked as the pressure inside her increased. Spike’s long, hard erection jabbed against her soft bundle of nerves. With a low wail, she shuddered and came.

Spike lifted his legs and caught her shaking form on his thighs. Their fingers laced together as he finally joined her in a slow, rolling orgasm.

Finally, Buffy slumped forward, cradling his softening member in her warmth. She pressed a sloppy kiss to his throat and began to giggle.

“Umm… I’m a little worried here, pet…Usually don’t get laughed at after sex…Well, there was that one time when… Ahh! Okay! No war stories! Now get your claws outta my chest!” Spike sighed in relief when Buffy soothed his now equally tender nipples with the palms of her hands.

“We soo need a shower, Spike. I think you missed a marshmallow,” Buffy whispered.

“Yeah, I think I can feel it on the tip of my…Ow! Bloody hell, woman! If you want me to pierce my nipples, I’ll get ‘em done in a shop!” Spike grumbled as he winced again. He sighed when Buffy pressed a kiss to each throbbing nub.

“Shower now! ‘Cause I want snuggles by the fire and I don’t want my new rug all sticky.”

With that, Spike swooped Buffy into his arms, kicked the refrigerator door shut and carried the giggling girl out of the kitchen, through the hallway and up the stairs.

When they reached the landing, he paused. As sticky as they were, he didn’t want to rinse off their combined scents. He inhaled deeply, loving the fact that he could smell his bite on her perfect skin.

He carried his mate to her bathroom, stopping at the sound of her voice. “No, not in that one, Dawn will hear us,” she hissed. She pointed over his shoulder to her mother’s bedroom.

As he turned, Buffy took advantage of her position in his arms and began sucking and biting at his neck, aching to give him a scar to match hers. Spike tried not to growl too loudly at her thoughts, attempting to ignore the tightness in his loins.

Spike pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder and Buffy pointed again, guiding him to the master bath. Spike sat Buffy on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before turning to fiddle with the shower.

"Spike..." Buffy squirmed on the counter where he had deposited her.

"What pet?" Spike quirked his scarred brow as he watched her writhing around.

"I can feel that marshmallow inside me!" Buffy complained. "Feels weird..." She wriggled around.

"Makes you taste just that much sweeter," Spike suggested. He tried not to laugh at the face Buffy made.

"Eww..." she complained.

Spike stalked to her. He leaned over and caught her pouting lips with his, kissing her deeply. Buffy responded eagerly. The vampire gently eased her back on the counter. Buffy's back arched when it made contact with the cold tiles behind her.

Spike eyed the two rosy tipped breasts that she had unavoidably offered to him with her moments. He leaned down and circled one hardening peak with his tongue, trying to distract his mate from the hands that were trailing gently down the outside of her legs.

Buffy opened her legs wider and moaned as his mouth gently covered one of her nipples. Spike sucked gently as his hands caught her ankles and raised her feet to the countertop. He switched his attentions to the other nipple and sucked hard. Buffy threaded her fingers through his curls and held his head to her breast.

"Ahh... harder...please!" she groaned, her body temperature rising as she grew more aroused.

Spike continued to suckle her breast. He moved his hands to the inside of her calves, his fingers soothing the tense muscles under her skin. Gradually, in small rotating movements, he followed the elegant lines of her legs.

Buffy dropped her knees to the counter, completely opening herself to her mate.

"That's it, pet, let Spike take care of you...” he crooned against her breast. He slid his fingers upwards and inwards. Unable to resist looking at her, he lifted his head, his mouth leaving her aching nipple with an audible pop.

Glancing down, he groaned at the sight of his mate completely exposed to his gaze, moisture glistening at her opening. He inhaled deeply, delighting in their combined scents. Her inner folds were stretched open due to the position of her legs. Her center was gaping slightly and moisture had trickled out. As she shifted restlessly, the opening closed again. His eyes were drawn to her clit, which was swollen and peeking out of its folds at him. 'Beautiful.'

She blushed at his unspoken words. His hands had stalled at the curve of her inner thigh, and he was unable to resist the siren’s song of her inner softness. He allowed his fingers to lightly brush against her opening, wanting to tease her, make her beg for his touch.

"More..." Buffy begged as she rocked her hips upwards. "Please..." she moaned, lost in the feeling of her mate’s soft touch.

"That's my girl, push your hips up a bit more...Let Spike see what you have for him."

Buffy rocked her hips up and ran her fingers over her breasts. Her eyes closed as she whimpered. "Spike, I need you to touch me..."

"Patience, little girl," Spike teased.

"Now!" Buffy demanded. She reached between her legs, put her hands over his and pushed inwards. Spike held firm against her demands and leant forward. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, creating a vacuum.

Finally relenting, he let her demanding hands push his fingers into her wetness. He teased the outer edges of her swollen lips and then slipped inwards, their joined fingers coated with a variety of fluids.

Spike licked his way down her quaking torso. He lingered over her bellybutton, circling it with his agile tongue.

"Uhh... More now!" Buffy demanded. She looked down and sighed with relief as their joined fingers finally circled her aching clit.

Spike was unable to continue his gentle ministrations; the scent of her arousal had inflamed his own. Ducking his head, Spike licked her slit from top to bottom. He groaned happily.

"More. My clit please..." Buffy begged, her eyes shutting, as her neck arched back.

Spike licked his way to their joined fingers, rapidly collecting the fluids that coated them.

Panting, Buffy finally released her grip on his hands and threaded her fingers into his hair, pushing down firmly.

With his right hand, Spike eased her folds even further apart. His left trailed up to Buffy's mouth where she sucked them in eagerly, tasting herself on his cool digits. Spike caught her throbbing nubbin in his teeth and worried it gently before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Spike..." Buffy released his fingers from her mouth and panted. She glanced down her body and caught Spike's eyes. He winked at her and then swooped down.

Covering her opening with his mouth, he mimicked his earlier actions on her breast. He created a vacuum, pulling hard and allowing her juices to fill his mouth. Buffy panted at the exquisite torture his talented mouth was inflicting on her body. She rolled her hips towards Spike's lips.

Spike groaned and eased his tongue into her, searching again for that elusive bundle of nerves. Finding them, he pushed as hard as he could. Buffy's body began to shake as she came. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could inhale, Spike's fingers pressed gently against her lips, silencing her.

The vampire sucked harder, feeling her inner muscles squeezing hard. He caught the expelled marshmallow in his waiting mouth.

'Gotta love those Slayer muscles...' Spike groaned as the combined taste of Buffy and the sweet marshmallow overwhelmed him and he came. Hard. His cock jerked as he coated the cabinet doors and the floor beneath them.

He rested his cheek against Buffy's sticky thigh, panting needlessly. He glanced up the limp form of his girl then stood shakily and pulled Buffy into his arms. He walked over to the tub, Buffy's small feet brushing against his shins.

Stepping into the shower, he asked, "Hot or cold?"

"Huh?" Buffy asked weakly.

"The water, pet, cold or hot?" Spike grinned at the jelly-like slayer in his arms.

Buffy opened her eyes and shook her head, trying to focus. "Warm?" she asked meekly.

Setting Buffy on her feet, Spike turned to the taps and started the shower. He shielded her body with his until the temperature was right.

"Oi!" Spike rumbled. He eyed the girl behind him, innocently smiling. He rubbed his recently accosted backside. "What yah do that for?"

"It was so pretty, I just had to pinch it!" Buffy chirped.

"Pretty? Take it back!"

"Nope!" Buffy teased.

"Handsome yes...pretty no!" Spike growled again.

"Your butt is not handsome! It’s pretty!"

"It is not!" Spike growled, secretly thrilled Buffy was playing with him.

"Yup. All of you is pretty..." Buffy sing-songed as she slipped past him into the spray of warm water.

"Hmm..." she tilted her head back and let the water cover her.

Spike sank to his knees in the shower, watching the trail of water run down her slender back and onto her perfect bottom. He leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on one cheek.

"Eek!" Buffy jumped at the touch of his lips. She turned and presented an even better view for the entranced vampire at her feet.

Spike leant forward and pressed a kiss to her brown curls. 'Wonder if she'd let me shave that off...' Spike thought as he peppered the area with tiny kisses.

“Pet,” Spike murmured as he tugged the curls at the apex of her thighs. Buffy wriggled at the tickling sensation that he provoked. “How attached to this are you?” Spike pressed kisses against her thighs as he waited for her answer. He grinned wickedly at her blush, knowing that she knew what he wanted to do.

“Why?” she asked, stalling.

“Wanna trim it, clean it up a bit.” She blushed harder at the images he was projecting, but was intrigued.

“How can you still blush so sweetly after everything we’ve done tonight?”

His question darkened her skin to a brighter shade of pink. “Never mind, pet. Got a razor?” She nodded and replied, “In the closet.”

Her vampire lover hopped out of the shower, returning quickly equipped with a razor, shaving cream and evil grin. Spike knelt before his love, running his tongue through the curls he was eager to remove. He grasped her right foot in one hand and placed it on the edge of the tub, then guided her hands to his shoulders. “Hold tight, sweets.”

Buffy nodded. Her breasts brushed against the top of Spike’s head. Unable to resist, he tilted back and kissed them before returning his attention to the task at hand. He lathered her cunny up with shaving cream and leaned back, looking her in the eye.

“What?” she gasped.

“Nothin’ pet, just letting the lather soak in a bit. Wouldn’t want to burn your sweet skin.” The blond vampire grasped her thigh with his right hand, carefully drawing the razor across her mound. Releasing Buffy’s thigh, he reached between her legs, running his finger along her slit before following it with the razor. He repeatedly ran the razor the length of her quim, shaving both sides clean. He followed the trail of the razor with his tongue, lapping at the now smooth skin. “Perfect, just like the rest of you, luv.”

She moaned at his ministrations, aching to feel him inside her once again. Opening her mouth to call him to her, she heard his husky voice punctuating each lick to her newly exposed cunt.

“Man doesn’t like to floss when he’s eating…” Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes.

“God, Spike! Ruin the mood!” She laughed at his tasteless joke and dragged him to his feet. Pressing against his length, she kissed him deeply.

“Maybe we should take a break, pet.” Spike ran his fingers gently over her sensitive, swollen mound. “You have to be a bit sore.”

Buffy acknowledged his once again astute observation with a grunt. “I am, but I think you have some type of aphrodisiac in your skin. I can’t get enough of you.” She ended her sentence by biting his neck, hard. “Want to mark you here, Spike.”

At his mate’s bite and comment, Spike gave up on chivalry and lifted her quickly, impaling her on his cock. As he thrust into her, he breathed words of love and devotion into her ear.

She happily reciprocated.

Spike pressed her against the cold wall as his hips hammered into her. Buffy’s arms flailed out, struggling to find purchase on the hard tile. She wrapped her arms around her mate, matching his thrusts with her own.

“Spike…. of… yes… Spike! Right there, Oh Spike! I love you… I’m yours…” Her voice trailed off as his raised.

“Buffy, pet… my love, my girl… mine, Slayer…”

Their voices joined together in the symphony that their bodies were creating. The two lovers reached a crescendo, climaxing together, shuddering in release and panting words of love into the other’s neck.

Spike raised his head to look at Buffy. “You want to mark my neck, pet?” he asked, gently thrilled at her admission.

“Yes,” was her succinct reply. She brushed her fingertips across the mark that he had left on her neck. “I want everyone to know that you are mine just like they will know that I am yours.” She pouted. “Don’t have any fangs, though…”

Spike laughed. “Fangs, Slayer?” Buffy nodded as Spike laughed again. “Buffy, you want fangs?”

She shook her head, explaining. “No, I just want to be able to mark you properly.”

At her sad words, Spike slid into game face. She felt his cock thicken and harden inside her. Spike lifted one clawed hand, offering it to her. “Use this and make me yours.” Buffy grasped his hand, using the claw of his index finger to puncture his neck in two places.

Dropping his hand, she placed her mouth over the dual wounds.

“Mine!” she growled as she dug her teeth into his flesh, basking once again in his emotions. Spike dipped his head to her neck, sliding his fangs into his mark.

“Mine,” he responded. They both released their holds as their orgasms hit again.

When Spike was able to speak, he asked, “Time for a wash, pet?” Buffy nodded as her body shook with mini orgasms. Spike lowered her from his body, reaching behind her to turn the water temperature up a bit. “Don’t want my girl to get cold.”

He grabbed a net sponge bathing thing and asked Buffy, “What the hell do you call these things?” Buffy giggled at the _expression on his face.

“A poof?” she suggested.

“One Poof touching you in this lifetime is enough,” he grated as he tossed the sponge over his shoulder.

Spike poured body wash into his hands, rubbing his palms together to produce suds.

“My hands are better anyways.” He ran his hands over her body, gently caressing every inch of skin.

“Mmmm… Much better, “ she agreed. He rinsed the last vestiges of honey from her body and reached for the soap again. Buffy pulled the bottle out of his hands.

“My turn,” she reprimanded.

Buffy repeated Spike’s gentle actions, using her strong, slender hands to clean his body. She paid special attention to his once again erect member, stroking his length firmly before directing him under the water to rinse.

Just as he finished rinsing, the water became icy. Buffy shrieked and leapt from the stall, grabbing a towel from the rack.

“What happened to the water?” she asked a dripping Spike. He smirked at her antics.

“Dunno, pet. Could be the heater or the pipes. I can look at it tomorrow if you want.”

Buffy had to laugh at the domesticity of that statement; pleased at the consideration he was showing her. “You would do that?”

“’Course.” Spike pulled the towel out of her hands and began rubbing her body vigorously, warming her with his touch. Buffy sighed, feeling safe and protected for the first time in forever.

“You’re my mate. Gotta keep you warm and healthy for all the shaggin’ I’m gonna be doing.”

Buffy swatted his arm at that and tried to wrestle him to the ground. He resisted, and the scuffle ended with her thrown over his shoulder. She wriggled out of his arms and turned so that her legs were wrapped around his waist from behind. He grabbed her thighs in a reflexive movement.

“Giddy up, Spikey!” she drawled and dug her heels into his sides, snickering at her own actions.

“Giddy up, Spikey?” the offended vampire asked.

“Yup!” Buffy replied digging her heels deeper into his sides, tickling the sensitive area. “Gonna ride you until you drop!”

That idea was enough to motivate her sexy steed into high gear. He ran out of the bedroom and down to the living room, barely touching the steps on his way down. He let go of her legs, effectively dropping her to the ground. He then fell onto his back and said, “Ride ‘em, Cowgirl.”

Laughing, Buffy jumped on Spike and they spent several minutes wresting on the fire-warmed rug. Spike finally gained the upper hand and pressed her into the ground, kissing her deeply. His tongue danced with hers, as he tasted her teeth and palate.

Spike had never been so happy. This beautiful creature was his. She had consented to his possession of her and had taken possession of him. She has his mate. Nothing else mattered.

Chapter 5

Spike lay with his face mashed against Buffy’s breasts. His arms curved loosely around her shoulders, his fingers tangled in her still damp hair. The smell of their most recent coupling next to the fire permeated his senses. He dick ached and the soft faux fur abraded the sensitive area, rather than soothing it.

At one point, Spike was sure that Buffy’s inner muscles had managed to tie a knot in him. Shifting onto one hip, Spike was presented with an intriguing sight, the soft underside of Buffy’s perky breasts. Unable to resist, his tongue flicked out and caught the few drops of sweat that had collected there.

Buffy twitched; his soft, cool tongue had pulled her from her catnap. ‘Oh God no! I can’t, not again. Where does he get the energy?’ She relaxed her muscles and slowed her breathing, hoping that if her lover thought she was asleep, he’d give her a moment’s respite.

Spike grinned evilly; he had heard her thoughts and noticed the quickened heartbeat. His girl was awake. When her breathing slowed but her heart rate didn’t, he frowned. ‘What’s she playing at?’ Spike levered himself up onto his knees, sighing in relief as his aching dick swung unhindered in the air. Eyeing his ‘sleeping’ lover, he tried to ignore the temptation to jump her.

Buffy giggled.

“Faker!” Spike whispered

“I can’t, Spike, not again!” Buffy sighed, but as she watched Spike crawl up her body, she felt a flood of wetness at the juncture of her thighs.

Spike tilted his head and sniffed delicately. He oozed sensuality. “Smells like you can…” His tongue curled against his teeth as he smirked, his eyes swirling with gold flecks as his demon struggled for dominance.

Buffy blinked. Spike’s knees were on either side of her hips and pressing hard against hers. His talented hands rested on either side of her neck.

She was caged in by his pale form and was incredibly turned on. Reaching up, she ran her fingers over his muscled abdomen and tugged hard on the brown curls at his groin. She watched, fascinated, at his soft cock hardened. ‘So pretty…’ she sighed.

Spike twitched at the pleasure/pain that shot through him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. “Not pretty, told you, luv…’m handsome.” Buffy giggled and tried to pull away from her demon lover.

Before Buffy could move, Spike dropped himself onto her.

“Oof… Spike… can’t breath.” Buffy complained half-heartedly.

The vampire ignored her and reached for the discarded towel. Sitting up on her abdomen, he pinned her to the floor, his knees jammed in her armpits.

Buffy looked up at him and licked her lips. “Spike?”

“Slayer, you trust me?” he purred.

She nodded.

“Say it,” Spike demanded.

“I trust you, Spike,” Buffy breathed. She was secretly thrilled by his suddenly dominant behavior.

“Wanna play a game?” the vampire drawled.

Buffy nodded. “Good!” Spike grinned at her. He tore the towel into long strips and eyed the clawed feet of the bathtub appreciatively. Reaching down he grabbed Buffy’s wrists, loving the fact that he had her trust.

“Buffy?”

“Love you!” she grinned impishly as she grasped the cold metal and let him lash her wrists tightly to the bathtub.

Spike eyed her slim form. He ran a curious finger over her breasts, stretched taught from the strain put on her arms. He flicked at one nipple and watched it harden. Pinching it firmly between his thumb and forefinger, he pulled hard.

“Ah!” Buffy whimpered. The pain made her eyes water slightly as Spike twisted her abused nipple.

He stopped immediately.

“What? No! Don’t stop…” Buffy complained. Before she could say anymore, Spike lunged forward, wrapped his mouth over the reddened nipple and sucked hard. “Gah…” Buffy shouted at the pleasure that flooded her senses. Her thighs rubbed together, trying to get some friction on her clit.

“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll gag you. Now hush…” Spike ordered, winking at her as he pressed his hand gently over her gasping mouth. She bit down hard on the palm of his hand, her eyes twinkling with mischief. The pain caught Spike unawares and he vamped out.

Visions of his rough tongue on her clit filled her mind and she moaned, recognizing them as his thoughts by the taste of her own arousal in her mouth. Spike’s clawed hands reached between her thighs and forced them open. He pushed them as far apart as they would go and lunged forward.

Placing his open mouth on her ankle, Spike began to kiss and nip his way up her leg. His left hand lay possessively over her streaming opening, his fingers still, but pressing against her. Spike reached her knee and lingered there for a moment, kissing and licking the back of it, causing goose bumps to rise all over Buffy’s body. Raising his head, he looked up and saw Buffy watching him intently, her arms straining against the towel securing her.

“You like?” he asked gruffly.

Buffy opened her mouth to answer, then remembered his request for silence. Her jaw snapped shut and she nodded.

Spike grinned at how quickly she had submitted to him and decided to reward her. His blond head dropped to the soft skin of her inner thighs. Using his rough tongue, he licked a straight line up her thigh until he reached the tender skin at the juncture of her legs.

Buffy shuddered, the raspy sensation was amazing and she twisted her wrists, trying not to tear the shredded towel that secured her.

Spike worried the soft skin in the crease where her legs met her body. He lingered there, licking and nibbling gently with his fangs. He tried to ignore the moisture that was pouring out of Buffy and coating his hand, which he had not moved since he started.

Buffy’s panting and tiny moans filled his ears. Her thoughts full of lust and love.

Unable to resist the siren call of the pulse that throbbed so tantalizingly under his mouth, he sank his fangs into her skin and drank a mouthful of blood. His cock hardened even more at the infusion of the most powerful vampiric aphrodisiac.

“Spike…” Buffy wailed, unable to keep quiet. She thrilled at the feel of his fangs in her once again. How could she have known that she would ever crave that feeling? A Slayer, craving the bite of a Master Vampire. She smiled as she thought of what the Counsel would think of her now.

Spike ran his tongue over the wounds he had opened, sealing them with his saliva. His demon screamed for more. Sitting up, he pressed down hard on Buffy’s opening.

She gulped at the sensations his hand evoked.

“More?” Spike asked

Buffy nodded. She stretched her already widespread legs further apart, trying to entice the demon crouched above her. Spike shook his head and rose to his feet, disappearing into the kitchen. Buffy could hear him rummaging around in the fridge and then heard a rattle.

“Close your eyes,” he ordered.

Buffy immediately did.

Her body jerked as she felt something scalding hit her navel. She suddenly remembered his question about the piercing. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks, but before she could open her eyes, Spike was at her head, wrapping a strip of torn towel around her eyes, blinding her.

“Told you to shut your eyes,” he snarled. “I need to gag you, too?”

Buffy shook her head.

“Good.” Spike moved away from her head and picked up the candle he had put down. Raising it high over Buffy’s body, he dripped more wax onto her abdomen. He watched appreciatively as her muscles twitched.

Reaching for an ice cube, he ran it over the hot wax, cooling it immediately and causing it to tighten on her skin.

Spike ran the ice cube over Buffy’s reddened nipples. “You look luscious all tied up and waiting for me to play…” he rumbled. Spike continued to rub the melting ice over her hardened tips, replacing it with a new cube when it vanished, continuing to numb the area.

Flicking a finger over her frozen nipples, he nodded, pleased with the lack of reaction from his mate. Reaching for the candle, he raised it over Buffy and let the wax that had collected drop on her quiesant form.

Buffy’s back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her nipples were coated in hot wax. The pain/pleasure that overwhelmed her body caused her to orgasm. She wrapped her hands around the cool claw feet of the tub as she rode out the waves of pleasure that flooded her.

Buffy was dimly aware that Spike had moved, she could hear him shifting slightly. The blindfold was tight and the pressure on her eyes was causing a small amount of pain, adding to the pleasure that suffused her body.

Buffy was intrigued by her own response to the pain that her mate was inflicting. ‘Who would’ve thought candles could be so much fun?’ She heard her vampire lover laugh gently at her realization and pause to press a kiss to her lips.

Spike sat back up and carefully dropped more wax over the soft underside of Buffy’s breasts, covering the area his tongue had been minutes earlier. The skin reddened at the pleasurable abuse.

Buffy squealed in shock. Her heels drummed on the floor as she continued to arch upwards, the wax tightening on her scarlet nipples causing more pleasure than pain.

Spike’s hand caught her ankles and jerked her legs apart and upwards. Buffy’s arms strained as her voracious vampire devoured her streaming arousal. He delicately licked around her opening, his tongue delving into her secret places. Dropping her legs to the floor, he lay between her thighs and latched onto her throbbing nub, worrying it gently with his sharp teeth.

Buffy panted and wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him closer, wanting more pressure.

Spike pulled back. Reaching up, he untangled her legs and pressed them firmly to the floor. He put his hands on her hipbones, anchoring her to the ground. The pressure and sudden movement caused the pinprick bites on her inner thigh to bleed slightly.

The scent and sight of her aroused body numbed his mind to everything else. His entire world lay before him, squirming and moaning. He gazed appreciatively at the wax that littered her torso and coated her breasts.

Her sweet mouth opened, as she tried to pull air into her shuddering body. The sight of her blindfolded eyes and her wrists lashed to the tub inflamed his demon. He leant forward and kissed her gaping mouth before turning her onto her stomach.

Spike winced at her groan of pain as her wrists twisted, he quickly reached up to free her hands before retying them in a more comfortable position. This was for fun, not humiliation or pain. Buffy moaned and sent, ‘Thank you…’ to her courteous lover.

He pulled at her hips, pulling her up and onto her knees.

“Spike…” Buffy whispered. Her body ached to feel his touch. His teasing torture making her desire him all the more.

Spike ran a comforting hand down her spine. His game face slid away, blue chasing the gold from his eyes as he regarded his love. He reached under her and rubbed her stomach soothingly.

“Yeah luv?”

“What are you doing now?” she asked curiously.

“Anything and everything,” he answered cryptically. “Want the blindfold off?”

“Yes, please…” Buffy nodded. The angle at which she was tied had resulted in her grasping the claw feet, her elbows resting on the floor and her head lowered between her shoulders. Her submissive pose warred with Spike’s patience.

Gently, he removed the blindfold and tossed it away. Buffy tried to shift slightly, searching for a more comfortable position. Her aching breasts rubbed against the fur, small pieces of wax dropped off her body.

Spike rose to his knees and watched the bound girl desperately trying to find a comfortable position. He smirked, knowing from past experience that Buffy would have no luck.

Coming up behind her, Spike caught hold of her hips and pulled back slightly, adding to the strain on her shoulders. Running his hands down the outside of her thighs, Spike relished her soft skin. He reached around, grasping her knees and pulling them slightly further apart.

“Very nice, Slayer,” he growled. His demon was rejoicing in the submission of his mate, whereas Spike was thrilled at how responsive Buffy had become. ‘Wonder if she’d ever want to tie me up?’ Spike thought hopefully. Buffy grunted and the image of himself handcuffed to her bed flitted through his mind. He grinned. “Can’t wait, luv.”

Kneeling behind Buffy, Spike traced around her opening with an idle finger before placing an open-mouthed kiss to her soaked folds. ‘No need to get her ready,’ Spike thought smugly, he knew that Buffy would like a bit of kink.

He vamped out again.

Surging up, he rammed home in one swift move.

Buffy bit down hard on her arm, desperately trying to keep quiet. She was terrified that any more noise would bring Dawn downstairs, despite the headphones and deep sleep. If Dawn came in and she and Spike were interrupted at this moment, Buffy wasn’t sure how she would respond. ‘Nope, better keep quiet.’

‘Such a perfect fit…’ She thought wryly as her inner passage stretched and strained once again against the demonic intrusion. Its broad head pulsed against her cervix. Buffy could feel every vein rubbing against her silky insides.

“Oh yeah, baby…” Spike panted. “Perfect…”

“More than…” Buffy moaned, her back arched slightly, allowing Spike to slip in a bit further. His hands flexed against her hips, his sharpened nails scratching and drawing blood. Lustfully, he began to pump into her willing body. Spike dropped over her sweating back and reached forward, clasping his hands over hers as he hammered into her warmth.

Tiny grunts escaped Buffy’s lips as Spike pounded into her. ‘Adds a new twist to ribbed for her pleasure.’ Her inner walls quivered around Spike as he hit her g-spot over and over. Forgetting that she was supposed to be submissive and quiet, she ordered her vamp, “Harder, Spike. I want everything you have…”

“You have everything, Buffy. It’s all for you!” He exclaimed has he shifted his hips slightly, resuming his frantic pace. Spike trailed his fangs over her shoulder until he was on the curve of her neck. Scraping his teeth over her pulse point, he delicately reopened his mark, pulling back his fangs and allowing small drops of blood to rise to the surface. He eagerly licked them up as they welled. Releasing her hands, he reached under her and cupped her wax-coated breasts and, in a deliberate move, squeezed hard.

Buffy’s back arched as she came. Her forehead thumped on the rug as all her muscles gave up on her. It was only Spike’s hands and pistoning cock that kept her on her knees as Buffy was overwhelmed by orgasm after orgasm.

Her multiple orgasms milking his cock were too much for Spike and he lost control. Thrusting his hips, he forced his cock deeper, brushing the opening to her womb.

His back jerked once, twice.

“Oh Spike…” Buffy sighed as she was filled with his cool spendings. She came again.

Spike collapsed as his knees gave out, pressing her to the floor.

Buffy sighed, feeling safe covered by his panting body.

They lay silently, still intimately connected, trying to regain their senses.

As Spike’s ridges receded, his cock shrank slightly and he slipped out of her warm body. A rush of their combined fluids pooled underneath her.

Spike rolled onto his back and with one hand, reached out to release Buffy from her cloth bindings. She promptly climbed on top of him and curled her aching and satisfied body over his.

“You know, when it’s my turn… you are going to be in so much trouble!” Buffy pressed a soft kiss to his chest.

“Spike, how do we get all this wax off?” They both giggled and made a game of picking the cool, crisp wax off of her skin.

Chapter 6

The fire crackled and gradually burnt out, the few remaining candles flickered. The light from the kitchen provided the majority of the illumination in the room.

Buffy and Spike lay entwined on the faux fur rug, surrounded by the detritus of their night of passion. Shredded towels and pieces of brightly colored wrapping paper littered the floor. Buffy’s knife was carefully nestled in its sheath, cushioned by the blue silk of Spike’s shirt.

Gold and white limbs were entwined as the lovers slept, finally succumbing to the pull of Morpheus. After the wax had been removed, Spike had rolled Buffy to her back, embedding himself once more in her warm center before dropping off to sleep, unwilling to leave his mate’s body for a moment. Buffy’s legs were wrapped around his and she cradled his limp form on her body.

Outside, the night began to fade into day.

The sound of birds woke Buffy. She let out an unladylike snort and stirred, waking Spike.

“Waa…” he glanced around warily checking for the Fyarl demon that just snorted at him.

Buffy wapped him on the shoulder, their intimate contact intensifying the claim bond. “There is no Fyarl in here, Blondie!”

Spike levered himself up and groaned as his soft cock left its comfortable resting place in a rush of fluids. “Sorry, pet, but your snoring is positively Wagnerian!

Buffy pouted up at him. “They’re cute little snores!”

Spike ducked his head and kissed her lips, hiding a grin. “Yes dear, very cute, though I think the neighbors may have something to say about ‘em…”

“Pig!” Buffy exclaimed playfully and pressed a kiss to Spike’s nose. “Argh! My muscles… Lemme up, Spike. I need to stretch.”

Spike rolled off of her and lay on his back with his arms tucked behind his head, watching his Slayer stretching.

Buffy arched her back and raised her arms, stretching happily. Every muscle she had throbbed, and she was pretty sure that Spike had found a few muscles she hadn’t known existed.

Buffy tingled all over. Reaching down, she touched her toes, presenting Spike with a very interesting view.

Her glistening center peeked out from between her legs. It was slightly swollen and raw from their earlier activities. ‘But it was effulgent…’ Spike hardened as his eyes devoured her most intimate secret. She peeked at him from between her legs, grinning at his use of the word effulgent. He growled in disappointment when his mate straightened and began to run her hands through her hair.

Buffy eyed the living room with dismay. “Oh my God, Spike! It looks like a hurricane hit in here. We so need to clean this up!” She looked over at her visibly aroused mate and rolled her eyes. Buffy kept her distance, knowing if she got within arm’s reach, nothing would get done. “Hey Erecto-Boy! Focus!”

Spike leered at her as he stretched sinuously. “Boy, pet? You sure about that?” He stretched again, thrusting his hips up, drawing her attention to his roaring erection.

At his noticeable lack of action, she decided to try another tact and resorted to the oldest trick in the book. “Spike, you will never touch me again unless this mess is cleaned up.” Before she could continue, Spike was on his feet.

“Right, then. No need to threaten!” The blond vampire shook his finger at Buffy and, with a burst of vampiric speed, began to clear all the debris.

Buffy blinked, ‘Man, even if I didn’t love him, I’d have to keep him round for cleaning day!’ This thought earned a childish tongue sticking out from her mate.

Spike neatly placed their opened presents under the tree alongside the many untouched packages and turned to the piles of wrapping paper. He carefully extracted his four Bronze vouchers and put them on the mantle before stoking the fire. After building it back up, he gathered the paper and pieces of shredded towel and threw them on the small flames.

“Back in a sec, gorgeous.” Spike disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a bucket.

“What’s that for, Spike?” Buffy cocked her head in confusion.

“Gotta get rid of the water,” he explained as he filled the bucket from the tub. Peeking to see that the sun was still under the horizon, Spike opened the front door and tossed the cold water onto the porch. Water ran between the boards and into the dirt under the house.

“Why don’t we just take the tub outside to dump it?” Buffy grasped the side and nodded for Spike to grab hold of the other side. Together they carried the massive tub to the door.

Spike paused and glanced at his mate. “Better cover up first, luv.” They walked back into the living room, stopping only briefly for a kiss before returning to the door; Buffy in her pajamas, Spike in his jeans. They lifted the tub and maneuvered it out the door, spilling massive amounts of water onto the floor.

“Might not have been the best idea,” Buffy admitted. They tilted the tub through the door, pouring the rest of the water onto the porch. “There, much quicker. Spike, what are we gonna do with this?” She patted the brass tub with one hand.

“No idea, luv. Might take it back to the crypt and get it plumbed in there so you can have a soak after patrol,” Spike suggested, his mind filling with images of Buffy soaking in their tub by candlelight. “For now, we’ll stick it back in front of the fire. I’ll do that, you go get towels for this mess.” He indicated the pool of water covering the foyer.

“Love both of those ideas.” Buffy reached over and pecked him on the lips, again surprised at his sweetness and consideration. She ran upstairs to get towels, returning quickly and mopping up all evidence of her disastrous idea. She looked at Spike who was sitting on the edge of tub, watching her. “Kitchen now?”

Spike nodded.

They both padded into the kitchen. Buffy reddened at the sticky mess covering the counter and floor.

Spike noticed her change in color. “Now then, none of that, pet…” He kissed her gently; amazed at her innocence despite all that they had shared during the night.

He sat her down on one of the stools, handing her a sponge from the sink to clean the counter. He stole another quick kiss before sinking to his knees and cleaning the floor, using one of the many damp towels Buffy had carried into the kitchen.

“You hungry?” Spike asked.

“Nope. Just tired, wanna go to bed.” Buffy replied with a yawn. She was tickled that Spike was cleaning up after them and taking care of her.

“Right. Well, you go on up. I’ll sort this out and get back to the crypt.” Spike was crushed that she hadn’t asked him to join her. He knew she loved him, he could feel it, but his insecurities were renewed when she had spoken about going to bed. His shoulders slumped slightly as he finished mopping the Hershey and honey combo off the floor.

“Nope, not going!” Buffy chirped, catching his stray thought. “Not without you,” she added gently. She rolled her eyes at the delighted smile that crossed his face. “Yeesh, Spike, what were you thinking, ‘a righteous shag or two and then she kicks me to the curb’?” Her fake cockney accent was terrible but it made Spike grin even more.

“So you want me to stay?” he asked almost shyly.

“Yes, Spike I want you to stay. You are my mate and I love you. I will never want you to go.” Buffy spoke gently, aware that it was William, not Spike, who was asking. She reached over and took the towel from his hands. Tossing it towards the basement door, she turned and took his hand in hers. “Come on, gorgeous, let’s go to bed.”

With that, Buffy lead Spike out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

He paused at her bedroom door, pulling her gently into his arms. “I love you, Buffy. You know that, don’t you?” She nodded. “It means everything to me that you have given yourself to me, that you have invited me into your bed, into your body. You let me mark you, claim you as my own. You left your mark on me… twice. I’ve never had that with anyone else. Thank you. I pledge everything that I am to you, Buffy, everything…”

Tears filled her eyes as she listened to his heartfelt words. How could she not know how much love he was capable of giving? She’d been so blind.

“Oh, Spike,” she said, sniffing. “Come to bed. Let me show you how much I love you.”

She pulled him into her room, dropping her pajamas to the floor before pulling back the covers and sliding under them. She tossed back the covers on the opposite side, inviting her lover into her bed for the first time. “Maybe we should redo Mom’s room.”

Spike, who had been silently enjoying the show his mate was putting on for him, shook his head slightly before answering. “What? Why, pet?” He moved across the floor, unbuttoning his pants and allowing them to drop at the foot of the bed.

He was once again hard, aching to feel her warm caress. He looked around the girlish room, which seemed totally at odds with the warrior he knew so well. It was soft and feminine. Aside from the multitude of crosses that hung from jewelry tree, there were no outward signs of the Slayer.

As he climbed into the bed, he wrapped his arms around Buffy, pulling her tightly against him. “Well, we could fix it up, you know? Black-out curtains, a chaise lounge, a huge bed, a private bathroom…” She trailed off as she remembered everything that had happened in that private bathroom just a few hours before.

She groaned, also remembering that they had forgotten to clean that particular mess but deciding to worry about it later as she visualized his touch on her body.

Spike could smell her arousal and his body responded in kind. “You want to make over your mum’s room for me, pet?” He stroked the beautiful bruising on her neck with his tongue, soothing the tender area.

“Not for you, Spike. For us.” Buffy could feel her body respond to his light touch and she ached to feel him inside her again. Her body was so sore; she couldn’t understand how she could still crave him. Her turned her gently, drawing her back against his chest. He pulled her thigh over his.

“Relax, Buffy.” Lifting her slightly, Spike entered her tender heat, pushing deeply into her core. He once again pressed his mouth against his scarring mark, nuzzling against her neck. He rocked his hips slowly, never leaving her tight embrace.

She constricted her inner walls, squeezing him tightly. Spike gasped into her neck, his breath cool on her heated skin. She did it again, smiling at his reaction. She could feel him tense behind her, drawing in his breath. “Problem, Spikey?” Buffy asked innocently as she rippled her internal muscles again, delighted that she had found another way to tease her mate.

He pulled out of heat completely before thrusting back in, causing her to groan loudly. “Not nice, pet. ‘m trying to be gentle, take care of my girl.” Buffy reached behind him and dug her nails into his firm backside, feeling his muscles flex under her hands as he jumped. He pushed her away from his body, leaving an aching void between her legs. Spike rolled her to her stomach.

“You asked for it now, little girl.” Spike pulled her to her knees and, without any preamble, thrust into her in a single, hard, smooth stroke, burying himself completely in her warmth. He shimmed his hips, settling in. Spike’s movements caused Buffy to grasp her sheets tightly in her fists. Spike began pounding into Buffy’s aching and swollen cunt, making her moan his name.

“Oh, Spike… so hard… just for me…” She grunted at a particularly vigorous thrust from behind. Spike licked the sweat from her neck and pistoned harder into her grunting body. Buffy arched her back and thrust back as hard as she could. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as sweat began to run down her face.

“Buffy… so tight… my girl…” Spike could feel Buffy’s climax fast approaching. Her moisture was coating his thighs and balls as it streamed from where they were joined.

He reached under her, caressing her thigh with his fingertips, urging her legs further apart as he kept up his punishing rhythm. Spike’s left hand continued to trail upwards as the speed of his thrusts increased. He reached her swollen and reddened clit and stroked it lightly, feeling her soreness through the bond, desperately wanting to please, not hurt her.

Spike thrust into Buffy’s warmth twice more before his name escaped her lips, her inner walls quivering around him. Her sweet pleasure and intense excitement flowed through the bond, drawing out his almost gentle climax.

Spike fell to his side, pulling her limp body with him so that they lay intimately connected, spooned together as they drifted off into slumber.

Chapter 7

Spike awoke to the sound of running water. He felt the warm body pressed against his and sighed, reveling in the memories of the night before. He could feel Buffy’s dreams pulling him back into slumber. The water shut off and his eyes opened once more.

Pulling his sore member from the sticky heat of the woman before him, Spike rolled onto his back, stretching his aching muscles. How many times had he come in the last 12 hours? ‘Wonder how Whitebread kept up with her?’ Spike thought as he gingerly ran his fingers over his cock, which lay wrung out on his thigh.

Buffy groaned at the lack of contact with her mate and began drifting into consciousness. ‘He didn’t…’ The thought slipped out before she could stop it.

Spike gasped as her thought was followed by an arousing image of his mate splayed across her bed with one hand frantically rubbing her clit, the other pumping a dildo in and out of her center, its sides coated with her juices. Spike groaned as his dick tried to stand to attention.

Buffy heard a noise coming from the hallway. “Dawn up?” she croaked.

“Lovely morning voice you’ve got there, pet.” Spike reached for his sweet smelling girl.

“Sweet smelling? Spike, I stink! I have morning breath, I have all types of sticky stuff on my legs, I…” His kiss barred any more words from escaping.

“Taste lovely.” More kisses. “Smell delightful.” Tongues clashing. “Perfect.” Spike released her mouth, allowing her to draw her breath. “Could never stink to me.” He reached in to capture her entrancing mouth once more.

“Gross!” Two bleached heads whipped around to see Dawn standing in the doorway. “You think her morning breath smells good?” Dawn laughed at the pair in the bed, struggling to cover themselves and each other with the same corner of sheet.

“Dawn, get out!” Buffy yelled, overcorrecting her balance and falling off the bed, dragging the entire sheet with her. Spike sat in the middle of the bed trying to hide his bits and pieces from his Nibblet and failing miserably. At the sight of a naked Spike thigh, Dawn squealed and spun around, shutting her eyes.

“I didn’t see anything!” she screamed, desperate to avoid seeing any more of the delicious man in her sister’s bed. “Not delicious!” she hollered, blushing to her toes with the secret she’d just exposed. “I’m getting out right now.”

She thundered down the stairs, leaving the door to Buffy’s room wide open. They heard the back door slam as she rushed completely out of the house. Buffy, unable to disentangle herself from the sheet, laughed until tears began to run down her face.

“What the bleeding hell are you laughing at, Slayer? Bit just saw me naked!” Spike scrambled for his pants, still attempting to hide his erection.

Buffy calmed down enough to speak. “Spike, she’s gone, why are you still hiding?” Her laughter returned when the disconcerted vamp was unable to get the buttons on his fly to close. He stomped his foot in frustration and vamped out.

“Slayer!” he roared.

She became hysterical at his _expression and began actually rolling around on the floor. Her mirth began to leak into him and he began to laugh with her, his fangs looking strangely out of place on his smiling face.

“Oh, pet…” His blue eyes shone as he shook off his game face. “Not exactly the way I wanted her to find out.” He slid to the floor beside his mate and began to pull the sheet from her nude body.

“Me neither, Spike, but it happened.” She leaned forward and kissed him, thanking him silently for releasing her from her tangled prison.

“Get dressed, luv. I’ll cook breakfast.” Spike stood and walked to the door, his talented fingers effortlessly buttoning his jeans. Buffy giggled again when he thundered down the stairs, sounding like an instant replay of Dawn.

She stretched and tossed the sheets back on the bed before rising to her feet. She slid a silk robe over her naked form and went to the bathroom to try to make herself a little more presentable. ‘Scary’ she thought as she saw her reflection. ‘Beautiful’ resonated from her mate in response and she smiled, then set to work.

When she reached the kitchen some time later, Spike and her sister were sitting at the bar, two empty plates on the counter before them.

“Save anything for me?” she pouted at her mate. He was wearing the shirt she had given him the night before and his eyes had darkened to match the silk.

“Right here, pet.” He pulled a plate of pancakes from the oven and put them in front of her, handing her a fork before stealing a quick kiss.

“Nice vamp bite, Buff,” Dawn commented to her sister. “You too, Spike.”

“Either of you want to tell me what happened last night? I swear that I dreamt about some type of Water Park. There was all kinds of rushing water, I almost had to get up and pee.” Dawn reached onto Buffy’s plate to steal a bite of pancake. Her blue eyes twinkled mischievously.

She was inwardly thrilled that Spike and Buffy had gotten together. Dawn silently thanked her lucky stars that she had fallen asleep with her headphones on. ‘Was bad enough waking to the sound of thumping and moaning from the shower in Mom’s room.’ When she realized what had woken her up, Dawn had promptly realigned the earphones, hit repeat on her CD and fallen asleep.

Buffy smiled at Dawn’s not so subtle hint that she had heard them in the shower the night before.

“We’re mated, Bit.” Spike’s concise summary was not what Buffy had anticipated. She looked at her vampire in surprise, somehow expecting that he would try to hedge the truth with Dawn.

“Does that mean that you’re moving in now?” Dawn stole a second bite off Buffy’s plate as her sister nodded in response to her question.

“If you want more, Nibblet, I’ll cook some,” Spike gently chided.

“I don’t want any more to eat. I’m stuffed!” Spike rolled his eyes as Dawn shoved another bite into her mouth before wandering into the living room.

“Wow!” came her excited voice. “There’s a new tree!” Clanking noises carried through to them as she examined the branches. “Snow Vamps! Cool!” Spike and Buffy heard rustling as Dawn dug through the packages at the base of the tree. “And new presents!” she yelled.

Spike walked around the bar to slide in between Buffy’s knees. “You look gorgeous, pet. You do that for me?” He ran his lips across hers. “Want to rip that robe right off of your luscious body.” His tongue reached out to trace the path his lips had just left.

Buffy relaxed into him, lifting her head to give him access to her neck.

“Could just eat you up,” he joked. Buffy moaned and spread her legs wider, pulling him closer by his belt loops.

“Please do…” she sighed against his neck. She felt his bones shift as he slid into game face, gently sliding his fangs into his mark. He took several long draughts from her neck before licking the small wounds to close them.

Spike cupped her face in his hands as his game face slid away. “Never thought I’d ever be able to hold you, touch you… or have you love and touch me. Not in my wildest dreams, and I’ve had a few…” Spike’s cockney drawl had gradually disappeared as he spoke. “Thought hell’d freeze over before you’d even grace me with a kind word, my darling girl.” Spike gently nuzzled her nose with his.

“Well it must be a cold day in hell today, Spike, ‘cause I do love you,” Buffy whispered before capturing his mouth in a long, wet and tender kiss.

Spike groaned at her words and actions.

He ground his jean-clad hips between her open legs, his hardness pressing into her heat. The gentle touch of her mouth on his neck, nibbling at her mark, turned his cock into steel.

Spike began pulling her robe off of her shoulders, pressing kisses into the small of her throat and lingering over her fluttering pulse. He nipped gently at her collarbone, drawing growls from deep within her chest.

A squeal and the sound of tearing paper from the next room broke into their combined consciousness.

“Dawn,” they both muttered, attempting to straighten their clothes. Just then, Dawn’s head popped into the kitchen.

“Um, guys… Why is there a bathtub on the middle of the living room?”

The End