Chapter 10

“Think we shoulda told Spike about you know what?” Whistler leant against the cabin and stared up at the sky. He waited for a moment and then nodded to the silent response.

“Fine! Let him find out on his own. Sometimes I have no idea what you guys are on!” With that he shimmered out of sight.

Buffy glanced over at Spike and gave him a small smile.

Spike peeked through his long lashes at his Childe and returned her smile bashfully.

Buffy slid closer to her Sire and rested her head on his bare shoulder. She sighed. Despite everything that had happened, she was content. Buffy felt safer with Spike than she ever had. Everything they had been through in that last twenty-four hours had brought the erstwhile enemies closer.

Spike reached over and laid his hand over Buffy’s stomach, his fingers absently massaging the soft skin.

Buffy wriggled closer. Warmth spread through her stomach from the sensation of Spike’s soothing massage, chasing away the lingering aches that Kendra’s magicks had left.

“Feels good,” she hummed happily. Pushing her head under Spike’s chin she inhaled deeply, drawing in the earthy male scent of her Sire into her lungs. She felt safe and loved.

Spike rested his head on top of Buffy’s. He felt content, for the first time in his unlife.

“You okay?” he whispered.

Buffy nodded. “Yeah, bit shell-shocked, so much has happened so quickly…I guess that it’ll take time to adjust to everything.”

Spike snorted. “Understatement of the century, pet.” He pulled his Slayer onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her slight form.

Tilting her face up towards him Spike gazed into her eyes. “You’re amazing, you know?” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“I…can’t …thank you enough for getting me away from…” Buffy trailed off at the loud rumble that emanated from Spike’s stomach. She raised a fine eyebrow at Spike.

“Sorry pet, kinda spoiled the moment, didn’t I?” Spike grimaced as his stomach rumbled again.

Buffy clambered off his lap.

“Hey, come back!” Spike pouted. Buffy disappeared into his kitchen. “I was enjoying the cuddle.”

Buffy ignored him as she searched for blood for Spike, guilt flooding her. ‘All I’ve done is drink from him until he’s starved…’ Grabbing a bag of blood she dumped its contents into a mug and heated it in the microwave.

“Buffy?” Spike shifted and watched the small woman curiously.

Buffy glanced over, guilt colouring her face. “I’m sorry…” she whispered.

Spike cocked his head; his vampiric hearing had barely caught her near silent apology. “What are you sorry for?” he asked genuinely confused.

Buffy grabbed the mug and came back to the sofa. She handed the blood over and sat down next to Spike, the vampiress curling her legs underneath her.

“For draining you, you must be starved…” she replied guiltily, staring down at her hands.

Spike glanced at Buffy over the top of his mug, surprise colouring his sea blue eyes, he gulped down the dregs of blood and placed the mug on the floor. Reaching over he took Buffy’s slender hands, enveloping them in one of his. Spike looked at them for a second, amazed that they were so deadly and yet so feminine.

“Never feel bad about drinkin’ from me, Pet. It’s my honour to help in any way I can…” Spike mentally grimaced at his inner William revealing himself.

“But you’re starved, I could hear…” Buffy squeaked as Spike pulled her against his muscled form.

“Never mind about me, luv,” he growled. Buffy shivered at the sensation of her breasts pressing against his chest, her thin shirt offering little cover, and her nipples hardened.

“I would give you my last drop of blood if you needed it,” he purred. Spike felt her firm nubs through the thin material and pulled her even closer. He could feel them rubbing against his chest and a low growl escaped from his throat.

“Mmph! Spike…” Buffy’s face was cradled against his collarbone, unable to resist allowing her tongue to trace along it until she reached the hollow of his throat. She swirled her tongue in the dip, savouring the taste of the vampire who held her so gently. ‘Yum…he tastes so good!’

Spike failed to stop the whimper that escaped his throat at the sensation of Buffy’s soft pink tongue exploring his skin. He tilted his head back, offering his throat to her ministrations. “Feels so good, kitten,” he moaned.

“Tastes good, too,” she answered pertly. Her tongue traced the small scars her fangs had left on his alabaster skin; Buffy was secretly pleased that he bore her marks.

Buffy didn’t know what to do with her hands so she wrapped them around his waist and rubbed the small of his back.

Spike’s hands curled around her shoulders and up into her long hair. He pulled the scrunchy loose and tossed it to the floor; his fingers returned to Buffy’s fine locks and threaded through her long tresses. Spike gently pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. Only to find them closed in contentment, Buffy’s lashes fluttered against her cheeks for a moment before they opened.

Spike gazed into her lust darkened eyes. “What are we doing here?” he asked nervously, Spike ignored his inner demon screaming for him to plunder Buffy’s soft body.

Their feelings were new and raw; Buffy’s turning had also changed the playing field. Spike needed desperately to know what the diminutive vampiress was intending. He knew that there were some feelings between them, but they were something he was unused to. They were fragile and completely alien to him.

Dru had been a fickle lover despite his devotion and tenderness. She had slept with others. Spike tried to ignore the memories of Angelus, Fungus and Chaos demons that his dark haired Sire had taken to her bed, cuckolding him over and over again. Spike was determined that if he and his Childe were to start something here then Buffy had to be aware that there would be no one else- he didn’t want to ever be someone’s second choice ever again.

Buffy regarded him solemnly; he was such a contradiction. Bad boy rebel and tentative poet and lover, with a fragile heart that loved completely. She had seen it all every time he had given his blood to her. Her heart ached at the vulnerable expression on his face.

Buffy slid a hand around Spike’s waist and reached up and ran her fingers over his sharp cheekbones, tracing his lips over and over, Buffy took a deep breath and smiled. “All I know, Spike, is that in the last few days you have saved me from the bastard who turned me, looked after me, protected me and…” she looked up coyly at her mute Sire, “loved me…”

Buffy leant forward and brushed her lips over the tip of Spike’s nose. “All I know is that you’ve been here for me, seen me at my worst and taken care of me when I was unable to.”

Spike took a deep, unneeded breath. He opened his mouth only to feel Buffy’s fingers pressing against them. She shook her head, “I haven’t finished, Mr Interrupter!” She squeaked when Spike’s blunt teeth nipped her fingertips, and her iris’s dilated. Buffy slipped her fingers into his cool mouth and tried not to groan when he suckled on them. Buffy shifted and wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist, grinding herself against his jean-clad erection.

“As I was saying, Whistler and Kendra were right. I do have feelings for you, I’m not sure what, but if…Oooh…” Buffy’s eyes crossed when Spike wrapped his agile tongue around her index finger.

“That’s nice,” she took a deep breath. “What was I saying?”

Spike released her fingers and pressed a tender kiss into the palm of her hand. “You have feelings for me,” he prompted.

“Right, yeah…I’m not sure where they come from, but I want to explore them with you.”

Spike swallowed nervously. “What about Captain Cardboard?” He hated asking, but it needed to be said.

Buffy gazed at Spike as he threw down the verbal gauntlet. The blonde sighed deeply, knowing that she was going to have to be honest with herself about Riley. Something she had avoided for weeks. “I…well…recently I’ve…” She stumbled over the words that were lodged in her throat, knowing once they were said she and Riley would be over.

“Go on, luv.” Spike smiled reassuringly. His heart leapt with joy, he already knew what Buffy was trying to say, but for her to put it in words was huge.

“I’vekindagoneoffthewholeideaofnormal,” she blurted out.

“So, normal doesn’t do it for you?” Spike asked teasingly. He had known that the soldier boy would never have been enough for his Slayer. She needed more.

Buffy nodded.

“I’m a bad person, aren’t I?” She wailed.

Guilt filled her - not for the final admission that she and Riley were of the past, but because she felt so relieved about admitting it to herself.

A weight was lifted from her shoulders- Buffy felt finally free.

Spike chuckled and pressed her face against his chest. “No luv, just honest. Never really got what you saw in the git.”

“Kinda like me,” Buffy added.

“Really?” Spike was surprised at her honesty.

“I never got you and Harmony.” She shivered delicately at the memory of the brassy blonde girl. “I guess you weren’t with her for her conversational skills?”

Spike shook his head regretfully, “company is’all…” He refrained from adding that he had been drawn to the vapid vampire because she had known Buffy in High School.

“Is that what I am?” she asked timidly.

Spike stood, pulling her up with him and gazed fiercely into Buffy’s hazel eyes.

He cupped her face in his hands and his blue eyes were filled with determination. “Never! I swear on my unlife I love you…” Spike mentally slapped himself, ‘I said it! Bloody brilliant, you told her now she’s gonna laugh at you! You soppy nit…’

Buffy’s face filled with glee.

“You do? Really?” She threw her arms around Spike and kissed him soundly.

Spike reciprocated her kiss, pulling Buffy off her feet and urging her legs around his waist. He was relieved his admission of love was greeted with joy and not scorn. Spike began to walk them towards the staircase. Pulling reluctantly away from her luscious lips, Spike rested his forehead against Buffy’s and looked deep into her eyes. The hazel orbs were flecked with lavender - Buffy panted and squirmed against his arousal.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Childe of my heart?” Spike swallowed nervously; he had to ask one more time before they went too far.

He couldn’t bear it if she shot him down now. But Spike had to know she was sure.

Buffy knew that this was it. Her next words would change everything irrevocably, but her instincts were guiding her. As a Slayer Buffy knew that her instincts were never wrong. Wrapping her arms around Spike’s shoulders she leant forward and ran her tongue around his ear, giving the lobe a gentle nibble for a second before she whispered into it.

“I’m sure. I want you Spike, and I want everything you have to offer - your body, heart and your love.”

“Why is Xander chained in the training room?” Riley asked as he walked into the shop.

Giles and Willow glanced up from their books.

“He keeps trying to hurt himself. I was worried I may not be able to stop him,” Anya answered. She glared at the closed door to Buffy’s training room.

“What? Why?” Riley walked over to the research table and sat down. Giles’s eyes flickered to the soldier’s neck before he removed his glasses and began to polish them.

“Mr Giles?” Riley managed to stop his hand from flying to his neck, to check that his bites were covered.

“We rescued him from Dracula earlier today, and well, his thrall appears to have been lifted, much like the blinding spell we were all inflicted with.”

“Blinding spell? What are you talking about?” Riley interrupted.

Willow’s normally cheerful face was clouded with rage; she channeled her guilt over forgetting Buffy into anger towards Riley.

Tara leant forward and placed a calming hand on her love’s shoulder. “The spell that made us all forget Buffy…you know, your girlfriend?” She hissed. Guilt was making her lash out more than she normally would, but Riley’s complete lack of interest in Buffy’s whereabouts was galling.

This lack of interest added to his new and interesting addiction of being chomped on by vamp whores, equaled Buffy hopefully kicking his sorry ass to the curb. Willow smiled grimly at the thought of Riley being given the boot. ‘Normal? Pish! Look where normal gets you!’ Willow tapped her fingers waiting for Riley to reply.

Giles cleared his throat and hid behind his book. Anya watched expectantly from the cash till, ‘this should be interesting…’

Riley flushed in embarrassment, he had forgotten Buffy but had been distracted by his late night assignations. “Where is she? And you still haven’t explained why Xander is trying to hurt himself.”

“Riley, Xander is the reason Buffy disappeared,” Tara explained gently. She realised that none of the others were going say anything. “He took her to Dracula…”

“What!” Riley stood kicking his chair backwards. “Where is she?”

“Spike rescued her…” Tara yelped when Riley reached over and grabbed her shoulder.

“Separate,” Willow yelled. Riley flew backwards. Willow strode over to him, eldritch fire in her eyes.

“Never, EVER touch Tara like that again!” She yelled angrily. Anya appeared next to the furious redhead, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Sorry,” Riley mumbled unconvincingly. He glanced over at Tara. Giles stood next to her, glaring back at the fallen man. Riley pulled himself up and leant against the bookshelf behind him. “Spike has her and you guys are all okay with that?”

“We don’t have a choice at the moment,” Giles explained tiredly.

“Well I think we should go get her back, now!” Riley exclaimed. “ I can’t believe you’re alright with that filthy animal being near her, and god knows what else he’s doing!”

“Enough!” Joyce’s voice rang through the silent shop, breaking the frozen tableau. Joyce and Dawn came down the steps.

The youngest Summers’ blue eyes glittered in pride at her mom’s behaviour. She childishly stuck her tongue out at Riley and joined Willow and Anya. Joyce came to a halt in front of Riley; the ex-Initiative soldier dropped his eyes, unable to withstand the motherly wrath directed at him.

“I will not tolerate you being so unkind about Spike! Out of us all he was the only one who noticed my baby was gone and he rescued her. I know my daughter very well, Riley, and if she wanted to leave Spike, she would!”

“But he’s dangerous,” Riley offered weakly. He was unwilling to add that he was jealous of Spike and felt threatened by the vampire. He tried to suppress the memory of Buffy talking in her sleep; her whispered groans of the vampire’s name still chilled his blood.

He had never mentioned it to Buffy, happy to stay in denial.

Now Riley felt threatened- Spike had Buffy and he wasn’t happy about the situation. Riley glanced over at the closed door, wishing his Spike bashing buddy Xander was here to back him up.

“No Riley, Spike cares about Buffy. He would never hurt her,” Dawn interjected.

Riley looked down at Dawn and then back up at Joyce. “You can’t believe that!”

Joyce and Dawn nodded, “we do,” they chimed at the same time.

“But, he’s a vampire…” Riley trailed off weakly.

Joyce’s hand snapped up and she pulled his turtleneck away from his throat. Revealing the multiple bites that now adorned his skin. “And it would appear you are intimately acquainted with vampires.” Joyce glared disapprovingly at Riley.

“Good Lord!” Giles came over. “You’ve been bitten how many times?”

Riley shrugged off Joyce’s hand. “It’s nothing…”

“I think you are in more danger of being hurt by a vampire than Buffy is!” Anya pulled a face at the bites. “That’s disgusting! Have you any idea what you are exposing yourself and us too?”

“I don’t need this!” Riley pushed past Joyce and ran from the Magic Box.

“Well, that went well.” Willow stared out the window watching Riley storm down Main Street.

Tara wrapped her arms around Willow, calming her with her soft touches.

“Joyce, are you alright?” Giles placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“No…I really thought he was good for Buffy and now, all I can think is he didn’t care enough about my baby girl to keep himself safe. What caused this? Why does he need to be bitten?” Joyce turned to Giles, worry etched over her face.

“There are many reasons, he may enjoy the rush…the danger…” Giles hesitated. He didn’t want to explain about the sexual reasons or that maybe Riley was drawn to the dark.

Anya bustled over. “There are other reasons as well. I can fill…” Before she could say anymore Xander began to yell.

Joyce looked over at the door. “When did he wake up?”

“A few hours ago…” Anya rushed to the door and disappeared into the room.

“Has he said anything about what happened?” Joyce demanded.

Everyone shook their heads.

“Should we go in and help?” Dawn asked nervously.

“No. I think he needs Anya for now.” Giles helped Joyce sit down. “Tea?”

“The universal cure all?” she smiled at the older man. “Yes, I would love some.”

The remaining Scoobies sat quietly and sipped their tea.

“What!” Anya’s scream was heard through the door.

Everyone’s heads whipped round as she burst through into the Magic Box. Tears were streaming down her face.

“Anya, what happened?” Willow rushed over and wrapped an arm around the weeping ex-demon.

“Buffy…she’s…oh god!” Anya wailed.

“I’m sorry…” Xander cried through the door. “So sorry…Oh god, I want to die. It’s all my fault…”

“Anya dear, please. What did Xander say about Buffy?” Joyce asked worriedly.

“Dracula, he turned her…”

“Keep you hats on, kiddies!” Whistler appeared in the Magic Box.

“Ahh!” Dawn fell off her chair, startled by his sudden appearance.

Whistler leant down and pulled the girl up.

“Sorry cutie, didn’t mean to scare you.” Whistler frowned at Dawn and then a grim smile spread across his face. ‘Now I get it!’

“It’s you again,” Joyce came over and pulled Dawn into her arms.

“Yeah, the bosses thought I better come down here and de-ruffle some feathers.” Whistler sat down on the table.

“Is it true?” Willow asked. Her lips trembling as she held onto Tara and Anya.

Both wiccans and the ex-demon had tears streaming down their faces.

Whistler nodded.

“Yeah, the Slayer was turned by Drac.” He turned to Joyce. “I’m sorry, Mrs Summers, there was nothing any of us could do. But…”

“Nothing? You stole my daughters life from the age of sixteen and there was nothing you could do?” Joyce cried. “She fought everything you threw at her, night after night. This is her reward?”

“Death was her gift?” Giles interjected. Shades of Ripper shone in his eyes.

Whistler glanced over at Dawn for a second.

“There was no other option. By the time we realised, it was too late. Events were in motion. But the Powers managed to ensure her soul remained, it’s secure. The Slayer is still herself, just slightly changed.”

“Slightly?” Joyce yelled. “She’s become what she fights and all you can say is just slightly changed?”

“Mommy, stop yelling please,” Dawn sobbed.

“Sorry, Pumpkin belly.” Joyce pulled her daughter closer.

“What happens now? Do your bosses have any idea what to do? Will they help Buffy with this transition?” Giles demanded angrily.

“Yeah, they’ll help. They already have. Sent me and her.” Whistler jerked his thumb upwards to the loft.

“Mrs Summers, I am sorry for what has happened. But I promise we will help however we can.” Kendra shimmered into being and climbed down the stairs.

“Oh my Goddess, Kendra?” Willow gasped.

“Good Lord!” Giles’s jaw dropped at the sight of the dead Slayer.

“Hello.” Kendra waved at the stunned crowd. “Mrs Summers, I promise de Powers will help and so will we.”

“Trust her, she’s spent the last few years yelling at them until they agreed to help out!” Whistler added.

“Really?” Anya’s voice was coloured with surprise. “Those guys usually don’t do anything…not really the hands on type.”

“Dey are now.” Kendra frowned and sniffed in Anya’s direction. “What are you?”

“I’m Anya.”

“You smell different.” Kendra’s dark eyes were suspicious.

“Oh, I was a demon. But all human now, I swear!” Anya shifted slightly and hid behind Willow and Tara. “All good, I swear!”

Kendra nodded.

“What about Spike, what does he have to do with all this?” Giles asked.

“Well, gather round kiddies, there’s a lot to tell.” Whistler gestured to the seats.

The electric touch of Spike’s talented fingers made Buffy groan and he was only running his fingers through her hair, as he stumbled up the stairs. Buffy tightened her grip on his shoulders and ravaged his mouth. ‘Man, he is a good kisser…’

Spike tripped up the last step and stumbled to the bedroom door. ‘Christ she can kiss!’ He pulled away from her demanding mouth, he gasped for breath.

Buffy giggled. “You’re gasping! Did I do that?”

Spike’s eyes darkened as he caught her soft lips in a deep kiss. “You’re gonna kill me, Summers.”

“Hope not, I kinda like having you around!” Buffy whispered as she reached down and grabbed his ass.

Spike’s hips lurched forward, pressing his erection hard against her core. Buffy threw her head back and gasped.

“Like that, little one?” Spike ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes twinkling wickedly, and he rocked his throbbing erection against her again for emphasis.

Buffy hummed appreciatively. “More…”

Spike fumbled with the door handle, “got it!” He kicked the door open and staggered into the room.

With a swift move he managed to un-clench Buffy’s legs from his hips and tossed her over his shoulder.

Buffy eeped in surprise as her hair fell over her face. “Caveman much?”

Spike laughed and slapped her soft ass. “Me want Slayer!”

Buffy pinched his butt hard, giggling at the unmanly yelp Spike let out. “Spike got Buffy! Now what is he gonna doooo!” Spike tossed his Childe onto their bed in a swift move.

Buffy blew her hair off her face and propped herself up on her elbows. Reaching out with one sock clad foot she trailed it up his thigh. Pausing at his hip, Buffy kneaded it with her toes.

Spike reached down and gently caught her ankle in a firm grip. He pulled off her sock and tossed it over his shoulder. He bent down and kissed each of her toes.

Buffy giggled, “that tickles…”

Spike arched his scarred brow. “Really? Well best not let the other little pigs go un- tickled.” With that he pulled off her other sock and pressed soft kisses on each, reaching her big toe, he sucked it gently into his cool mouth. Buffy’s eyes widened at the erotic sensations that ran up her leg to her groin.

“Whoa!” Buffy tried to pull her foot away from Spike as he pressed kisses along her instep. “That feels weirdly good!” Her muscles on her inner thighs began to quiver as her body responded to his talented ministrations. ‘Oh god, he’s amazing and we’re not even naked yet!’

Spike finally released her tingling foot. He panther crawled up her body. His blue eyes never leaving hers, he paused at her groin and inhaled deeply.

“What?” Buffy asked defensively.

Spike leant forward and placed a soft kiss on her mound. “Smell good enough to eat, luv.” His voice rumbled through Buffy’s quivering body. “Think I might.” With that he reached for the waistband of her sweats and began to pull them down.

Buffy clamped her thighs together. ‘Oh my god, he wants to…’

“Uhh, Buffy luv, lemme get these off you,” Spike tilted his head to one side.

Buffy shook her head and slid backwards until her skull cracked against the headboard. “Owwie!” She whimpered.

Spike knelt on the bed and rubbed his hands up her calves. “You okay?”

“I…I…no one’s ever… you know,” Buffy gestured at her pelvis.

Understanding dawned in Spike’s eyes and he licked his lips. “So no one has ever tasted you before? Not even Solider Boy?”

Buffy shook her head, “Ri…he said it didn’t do anything for him…”

“But I bet he expected you to go down on him right?” Spike mentally cursed the farm boy. ‘Selfish bastard.’

Buffy shrugged. “Well, yeah…”

Spike reached over and gently pulled her sweats off her legs. “It’s good, baby. Let Spike show you …trust me?” he purred and then licked his lips in anticipation.

“I trust you.” Buffy raised her hips and let him tug her panties off, too. Her hand fluttered down and covered herself.

Spike’s eyes were drawn to her lean legs; he ran his calloused hands over her soft skin. “No need to be shy, petal.” Spike leant over and ran his lips from her ankles to her knees.

Buffy watched his bent head. Her mind was filled with sensations she had never felt before. Every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire, the fine hairs on her arms stood up. She licked her lips and reached down and tentatively ran her fingers through Spike’s white blond curls. Her other hand lay limp over her mound.

Spike took a deep breath, his senses filled with her arousal. He shifted slightly, rubbing his erection on the sheet, trying to alleviate the strain. “Buffy, open you legs for me,” he rumbled.

Spike’s large hands slid between her thighs and gently pressed them apart. His eyes were locked on hers. “You smell amazing, luv.”

Buffy licked her dry lips.

“Come up here.” She opened her arms, her hard nipples showing through her tank top.

Spike reluctantly moved away from her welcoming opening. He sat up and undid his jeans. They gaped open with the tip of his cock peeking out. Buffy’s eyes were transfixed. Reaching down she yanked off her tank top and threw it to the floor.

Spike lunged forward and caught one of her pert nipples in his teeth and tugged it gently. Buffy’s fingers wrapped into his hair and pulled him away. “Oi, gimme!” Spike yelped annoyed that he had been yanked away from such a succulent treat.

Buffy rolled her eyes and kissed him hard. Her hand slipped into his jeans and caught hold of his erect cock. ‘Jeez, he’s huge! It’s gonna hurt…’ She pumped her hand up and down.

Spike groaned and tipped his head back. “That’s lovely, Buffy,” he gasped. He reached down and pulled her hand away, “but you’re trying to distract me, aren’t you?” He rolled off the bed and then ripped off his jeans, all the while his eyes glued to the tousled girl on his bed.

Buffy’s eyes widened even more, when she finally saw his erect cock. It jutted out from his body and curved slightly at the top. There was no way he was going to fit!

Spike curled his tongue against the back of his teeth. He ran his hand down his chest, his actions evoking a memory from one of the first times they had met.

“You feeling all manly?” Buffy quipped.

Spike cocked his head and then smiled. “Yeah, and I don’t even have any weapons.”

Buffy eyed his erection and raised her eyebrows, “umm, I think you might have one there.” She pointed at his twitching erection.

“Funny!” Spike shook his head. He leapt onto the bed and crawled back between Buffy’s still open legs. “Now, where was I?” He reached down and ran his fingers lightly up her soft inner thighs. Spike’s eyes were drawn to Buffy’s pale pink inner folds. “Pretty as a peach, darling.” He ducked his head and pressed a gentle kiss on her erect clit. Unable to resist he ran his tongue down the length of her slit, scooping her juices up and savouring them.

“Oh my god!” Buffy rolled her head against the pillow, reaching down she tangled her fingers into Spike’s hair and urged him back down. All her inhibitions were gone with a single stroke of his talented tongue.

“Like that do you, pet?” Spike grinned against her hot core as he plunged his tongue deep into her opening. His ears were filled with her delighted whimpers. His tongue reluctantly left her welcoming depths and circled her erect nubbin; he tapped it gently with the tip of his tongue.

Buffy’s heels scrabbled against the bed covers and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She could feel flashes of arousal spiralling up her body as Spike gently nibbled on her clit. “Oh god, stop…no, don’t stop! You’re amazing. Spike, oh god…” With that Spike sucked her clit into his mouth creating a vacuum, he nursed on the tiny throbbing nubbin as his fingers slid into her opening and curled upwards searching for that elusive spot.

He gazed up at Buffy’s pleasure filled face as he pumped his fingers hard. He continued suckling at her clit, when he finally found the spongy bundle of nerves in her silken depths. Rubbing it gently he watched as Buffy shrieked at the dual sensations. Her thighs clamped around his head and her back arched off the bed as she came.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Spike reluctantly pulled his fingers from her grasping depths and eased her thighs away from his head. He sat up and licked his sticky fingers clean. “You taste of ambrosia, Slayer.”

“God! Spike, that was amazing.” Buffy opened her eyes and gazed hazily up at Spike. “I’ve never felt anything so good before, thank you.”

Spike suppressed a bark of laughter at her innocent face and whispered thanks. He leant over and brushed his wet lips over hers. Buffy’s tongue snaked out and she tasted herself on him. “Hmm,” she pulled his willing body over hers and deepened the kiss. Spike slid his arms under her and held her close. Revelling in her kiss. Shifting slightly he pressed his aching cock against her soft folds.

Buffy pulled her lips away and peppered Spike’s face with kisses, her hands cradling his head. “I need you inside me, Spike.”

Spike rested himself on his forearms and nuzzled his face in her hair. “Love you, pet,” he whispered.

Buffy’s dead heart contracted at the sound of his voice and his whispered declaration. She wanted to say the same but was terrified, everything was moving so fast, and she had no idea what to do. “Spike, I…”

“Hush love, I can wait. Tell me when you’re ready.” Spike smiled sadly and kissed her nose. He knew that she felt something for him, but was too scared to admit her feelings.

Buffy smiled tremulously, “I will, I promise.” With that she rolled over and pinned Spike to the mattress. He raised his eyebrows at her sudden playfulness, his hands trailed up her thighs and curling around her hips.

“Feeling saucy are you, pet?” Spike’s tongue curled against his teeth as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

Buffy grinned down at Spike and leant over and began to lick and nip her way across his torso. She ran her tongue along the lines of his muscles until she reached his pale nipples. Pausing for a few moments, she sucked the tiny nubs into her mouth and then bit down gently on his now erect nipples. She was fascinated at the change in the texture – something Buffy had never experienced before…

Moving from one to the other the small blonde savoured their taste and the growls and whimpers that were escaping from Spike’s lips. His hand gripped her hips as he rubbed his hard cock against her wetness.

He was burning up under her tender ministrations. Trailing his hands up her smooth back, Spike pulled her closer, mashing her face against his chest.

“God luv, the things you do to me!” He pressed his cheek against the crown of her head. “I need in Buffy, let me in please!” he begged.

Buffy bit his collarbone with her blunt teeth and nodded. “I need you Spike, please…”

Spike rolled them over and settled between her welcoming legs. “You sure?”

“Yes, Spike.” She reached between them and grasped his cock in her slender hands and guided him towards her opening.

Buffy was aching to be filled by him, her thumb brushed over the mushroom shaped head in small circles. She teased his opening with her thumbnail as her fingers rubbed his foreskin. She could feel his precum leaking from his opening.

Spike’s cockhead, parted her wet folds and nudged against her opening. He reached down and caught her hand with his, raising their linked hands above her head and pressing it into the pillow. He caught her eyes and tilted his head in question.

Buffy smiled and nodded back. Her face flushed with passion and excitement.

Spike rocked his hips and with a groan his cock pushed into her welcoming channel. ‘Bloody hell, she’s so tight…’

“Ow!” Buffy whimpered as Spike’s cock stretched her. Her tight muscles strained against him as they tried to make room for his twitching cock. Buffy tried to relax her muscles and let him in further.

Spike stopped and began to pull out.

“No!” Buffy’s free hand grabbed hold of his butt, preventing him from pulling out. “Just go slow…okay.”

“Christ, luv,” Spike panted. His shoulders quivered under the strain of keeping still. His cock felt like it was caught in a vice. Spike carefully rotated his hips trying to loosen Buffy’s muscles.

“That’s nice…” Buffy whispered. She caught her lower lips between her teeth.

“More!” she demanded.

Spike’s eyes glittered as he gently surged into her welcoming depths. “That good?” He gritted out. The cords on his neck stood out as he struggled to control himself.

Spike was still stunned that Buffy had allowed him into her body; he was determined to make it good for her, for them both. He wanted to eradicate Dracula’s touch from her mind. He was worried that their lovemaking might bring back memories of the unclean touch of the ‘soon to be eviscerated’ Eurotrash vampire.

“Amazing,” Buffy grunted as she rolled her hips upwards and Spike slid in further. Her eyes glowed lavender and her small fangs dropped down. Unable to control her features due to the sensations that Spike was evoking in her.

Spike growled in response. His face shifted and his eyes flashed gold as he vamped out in response. ‘She looks so sexy, all fangy…’

Spike hesitantly began to pump his hips, not wanting to hurt her. His cock felt like it was wrapped in the softest velvet.

“Not gonna last long, Childe,” he groaned. He revelled in her softness and the scent of arousal that flooded his senses.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips. “Harder. I need more!”

Spike growled in response and began to move faster. He dipped his hips slightly so that his pubic bone hit her erect nubbin with every long, deep downward stroke.

Buffy’s fingers dug into his churning backside as she urged him on. Grunts exploded out of her lungs with every downward plunge. Sparks of excitement shot through her groin as her clit was rubbed over and over. She growled and whimpered as the sensations of Spike making love to her were overwhelming her body and mind. He was hitting her sweet spot with each thrust.

Spike’s eyes never left hers, his fingers tightening in hers as he kept pumping into her. The muscles on his back shifted and clenched as he began to move faster and faster. He never wanted to leave her soft body again.

“Oh…oh…oh…” Buffy’s eyes widened as she began to feel her body fall into the abyss. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his fangs down to her neck.

“Bite me!” she gasped. She needed more, and instinctively knew that being impaled by his fangs as well as his cock was what she was desperate for.

Spike brushed his lips over the pale skin; his tongue traced a blue vein.

“You sure?” he whispered. Spike’s slender hips never faltered as they surged into her tight welcoming depths.

“Yes, I need you!” Buffy grunted as her breath was knocked out of her as Spike surged against her at her words. “Can I?” she asked shyly.

Spike tilted his head and offered his pale throat to his Childe. With a contented whimper Buffy sank her teeth into the proffered flesh. She sighed happily as her Sire’s blood pooled in her mouth.

Her mind filled with his feelings and excitement, heightening her arousal even more. She learned even more about the man between her thighs with a single bite.

His strengths, weaknesses and his overwhelming love for her. Buffy moaned as she let his emotions roll over her filling her mind as he was filling her grasping channel.

Spike slid his teeth carefully into her satiny skin. Buffy’s blood trickled out of the wounds as he retracted his fangs and latched his lips over the wounds and suckled gently. ‘So sweet…’ His back arched as his mind was filled with images and feelings.

He could sense her fear of what her friends and family would make of her now, but at the same time he could sense that she trusted him implicitly to protect her. Spike could feel her sorrow that she would never see the sun again and her joy that she could enjoy the moonlight with him.

The dichotomies of her thoughts were overwhelming him. But at the same time he revelled in her openness, something he instinctively sensed she was not usually so comfortable being. He felt honoured that Buffy trusted him so much.

Then he paused, blue chased gold away from his eyes as the vampire’s mind latched onto one predominant thought that was in his lover’s mind.

He tried not to roar his delight at what Buffy had just revealed to him.

He hardened even more as her powerful blood surged through his body.

It was unique just like her and he savoured every drop of it.

As he sucked harder Spike felt all her barriers drop and he could see her deepest thoughts even more clearly.

He was stunned and excited, but more than that, he was delighted.

A roaring sound filled Buffy’s ears as she finally succumbed to the orgasm that was pulling at her body.

She slid her fangs reluctantly out of Spike pale neck; his red blood trickled from the corners of her mouth as she screamed her pleasure. Spike could feel her breath against his throat as she gasped for unneeded air.

Spike’s hips jerked once…twice as he came, unable to stave off his release as he felt her muscles clamp down hard on his erection. He filled her channel with his cool spendings. Spike collapsed on top of Buffy’s trembling form.

He gasped needlessly as he tried to collect himself.

Buffy slid her fingers from his tight grasp and held him close. Her legs still wrapped around his waist.

She wanted to crawl under his skin and stay there.

Spike could feel her inner walls fluttering around his limp cock; their combined spendings coated his thighs as they poured out of her opening.

Spike licked the wounds shut on her neck and lifted his head. “Buffy? Look at me, pet.”

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open. She gazed into Spike’s dark blue eyes.

“You saw, didn’t you?” she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips clean of Spike blood.

Spike nodded, his heart swollen and his mind shut down. He was stunned. He was unable to form a single word. ‘She loves me!’ Unable to stop himself he began to purr at her.

Chapter 12

Kendra stood watching the stunned Scoobies and the grieving Summers woman. She was torn between offering her sympathy and going in to the still sobbing Xander and knocking him out.

Giles stood and walked out of the room. His office door slammed shut.

Joyce winced at the sound of something being thrown against the wall and Giles’s muffled curses.

Dawn wrapped her fingers around her mother’s and clung on tight. Her blue eyes filled with tears, which then streamed down her face unchecked.

Willow and Tara sat side by side unmoving. Willow’s heart broke as she heard Whistler describe Xander’s actions. She was frozen in shock- the red headed girl had never imagined that Xander would ever do something so horrible. Her mind reeled at the images of what Buffy might have gone through.

Tara could feel Willow’s tension and horror and tried to soothe her by leaning against her love’s rigid form.

Anya stared at Whistler with her mouth open. The usually verbose ex-demon was silent.

Eventually Joyce broke the stunned silence. “Did Xander really throw my baby to the lions? I mean, I know what he said, but I thought maybe it was something Dracula might have inserted into his head to divide us all. To be…to be caught unawares…”

Whistler nodded “Yes, I’m sorry… but the boy really did do this to Buffy…” he shuffled to his feet and stared at Joyce with compassion filled eyes.

“No…” Willow’s whispered denial was filled with horror and utter sadness. “Xander loves Buffy…he saved her life when she drowned, no…no…no! He wouldn’t… he couldn’t…” With that, Willow stood and ran into the training room. She was closely followed by the others.

Xander lay curled up on a training mat facing the wall he was chained too. He ignored the clatter of feet and curled up even tighter.

“Look at me, Alexander Harris…” Willow’s voice echoed loudly in the darkened room. Her voice was magically enhanced, its rasping tone sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

“Willow, honey, calm down…” Tara begged. Her skin was crawling from the dark magicks that were pouring off her lover. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms trying to stave off their insidious touch.

“Xander, stand up!” Willow ordered, and with a snap of her fingers Xander was wrenched to his feet.

“I’m sorry…so sorry…” Xander whimpered, as the chains that held his arms and legs were pulled taut. “Wills, don’t, you’re hurting me…”

Willow floated up and hovered a few feet from the floor. “And you didn’t hurt Buffy when you handed her over to that animal?”

With a flick of her left hand Willow sent the others backwards and out of the room. The door slammed shut. She ignored the shouts coming from the other side.

“So you turned your best friend over to Drac for what? What did you want?” Willow demanded.

“I can’t tell you, it’s…” Xander trailed off as Willow’s hands clamped down on either side of his head. His eyes rolled back in his head and Xander slumped in her grip.

Willow’s eyes turned black as she read his thoughts and finally discovered Xander’s secret.

On the other side of the door…

“I can’t get it open!” Kendra grunted as she slammed her body against it. They had resorted to brute force when Tara and Whistler had failed to magically open it.

Giles had looked out of his office and then disappeared again – after calling for Joyce and Dawn.

Anya and Tara stood next to Whistler watching Kendra slam into the door again. They clutched at each other in terror.

“We need to get in there. Willow might hurt Xander!” Anya exclaimed. She paused for a moment, “but then again, she is performing vengeance on him…” she stomped her foot angrily. “Oh! I hate being human, cos I know what she is doing is wrong…but at the same time I can understand her need for vengeance…”

Whistler looked over at Anya and tried not to smile despite the seriousness of the situation.

A few minutes later the office door slammed open and Ripper stepped out, followed by Joyce and Dawn.

“Tara, can you take care of Dawn for a minute?” Joyce gently pushed the unresisting teen over to the silent Wiccan. Dawn slid into Tara’s welcoming arms.

“Kendra, if you could move aside I believe I may have the answer…” Giles stepped forward followed closely by Joyce.

Before either of them could move a shrill scream of pain emanated from the training room.

“Quickly, Rupert…before she does something terrible…” Joyce yelled.

Black veins traced across Willow’s face as she stood back and glared at Xander. Her jaw dropped with shock. “Xander,” she whispered.

“I know, Wills…” Xander tried to smile and failed.

“But you hate vampires…why?” Willow’s eyes gradually turned back to their usual colour and her hair faded back to red.

“She never saw me! Only Angel…Why not me? I love her…”

Willow shuddered. “Xander, you’re her friend- her best friend. Buffy loved you, just not in the way you wanted!”

“I know, but I guess deep down I always wondered maybe if I were a vamp she might look at me different…Lame, I know, but…” Xander’s eyes filled with tears and he hung his head in shame.

“This is stupid! I can’t believe that after all this time you thought Buffy would be interested in you…I don’t understand…” Willow floated down to the floor as confusion filled her.

“It’s just when my Master called for me to work for him and I saw how he had all these women falling at his feet…and all the feelings and thoughts I had came back and I thought, if I was turned then maybe Buffy might, you know…”

Willow shook her head. “Xander, no…she loved Angel for who he was, not what he was…”

“Yeah, Deadboy…” Jealousy and hatred poured out of Xander.

“Angel left because he knew that he and Buffy would never work. He knew that Buffy needed more than a vampire…he loved her enough to let her go and now you have taken everything from her. All because of a stupid crush!” Willow hissed.

Xander pulled against his taut chains and screamed at Willow. “It’s not a crush. I love her! I love Buffy…”

“What about Anya? I thought you loved her?” Willow snarled angrily.

“Ahn…yeah, I do. Just, it’s not the same as Buffy, though...”

Willow’s eyes filled with tears. “Xander, I thought I knew you, but now…I just don’t think I ever did…”

“Wills, don’t say that. We’ve been friends forever, you are my best friend ever since kindergarten…” Xander smiled at the memory of their first meeting. “Remember the yellow crayon?”

“Yeah I do, but Xander, do you understand what you’ve done?” Willow turned her back and began to walk away from her childhood.

“Willow, don’t go… please… let me out of these chains and we can talk.” Xander begged.

Willow paused and turned, her eyes filled with hope.

Then they narrowed as she read Xander’s mind. Her hair turned black and she lunged forwards. “You think I’ll let you go so you can go back to Dracula? That’s sick!” She yelled and floated back towards Xander.

“Wills, please! Lemme go and I can go back… Dracula will turn me and I can help Buffy…” Xander’s madness was complete.

His mind had broken once he had realised that Buffy had been turned as a result of his petty actions. Now all he had to cling to was the release of his soul when he was turned.

Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt so much…

“If you’re so eager for death, I can arrange it!” Willow made a gesture with her hands and crude stitches appeared across Xander’s mouth sealing it shut. With another gesture his shirt ripped open, exposing his chest to Willow’s angry gaze.

With a flick of her wrist a dagger that hung on the wall flew into her hand. Willow tossed it into the air and it hovered above her palm. “I think I’ll make it go in real slow…” With that the dagger moved towards Xander’s chest.

Willow was lost in the power of the dark magicks she had channelled and was focused on getting revenge for Buffy – no matter the cost to her. Willow didn’t see Xander anymore - only a man who had essentially murdered Buffy and let her be defiled.

“Halt.” Willow’s voice boomed as the dagger pierced Xander’s chest. It stilled and a trickle of blood oozed out and down Xander’s heaving chest. His eyes pleaded for mercy as his mouth worked against the thread holding his lips shut. Xander shook his head, his eyes begging for mercy.

Willow tilted her head and considered the bound form of her Xander-shaped friend.

“Maybe I should just skin you alive?”she hissed angrily.

The door slammed open and Giles stepped through. His eyes were filled with amazement at the tableau before him. “Bind!”

A green glow enveloped Willow’s arms and her head dropped back.

Joyce peered over his shoulder and gasped. She pushed past Giles and ran to Willow and Xander.

Gingerly she reached over and pulled the dagger from Xander’s chest. Throwing it to the floor she ripped part of Xander’s shirt off and stemmed the flow of blood.

Giles walked over to Willow and ran his hand over the now unconscious Wiccan’s face. “Willow, what have you done?” he whispered sadly.

“Giles, we need to get Xander to a hospital!” Joyce hissed.

“Mom?” Dawn called through the door.

“No! Dawn, stay out of here; you don’t want to see this!” Joyce called over her shoulder, but she was too late, her daughter’s scream of horror filled the entire shop.

“Tara…Anya, get her out of here and take her home now!” Joyce ordered. She didn’t want either of the young women to witness the macabre scene in the room. Her motherly instincts kicked in and she wanted to protect the two women from the horrors inflicted on Xander by Willow.

Giles rushed over to Dawn and lead her out of the room and slammed the door shut. He tried to calm the now hysterical teen.

“Here, let me take her.” Anya stepped over and pulled Dawn into her arms. She looked over at Tara who was frozen in place. “Come on, we’re going…it’s better if you don’t see this…” Anya’s mouth quivered as she tried to push away the brief glimpse of Xander’s tortured form from her mind.

Tara nodded woodenly and the three of them left without another word.

Whistler stepped up next to Giles. “Nice bit of mojo there – didn’t know you had it in you…”

Giles whipped off his glasses and began to clean them. “Not mine, I just borrowed them from a friend…”

“When?” Kendra asked quietly.

“I called someone I know in Devon – she agreed to let me use the coven’s powers.” Giles sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “I could sense the magicks Willow was channelling and made the call…”

“A good call, Watcher.” Whistler patted Giles on the shoulder.

“Now what do we do?” Kendra glanced over at the shut door.

“I need to call Althania, she and the others will teleport Willow over to the coven…they’ll be able to help her. Xander…I don’t know…”

Whistler adjusted his hat and walked over to the door. “That’s where we come in…”

Kendra took Giles’s arm and gently lead him after Whistler.

A/N - Okay don't kill me for lack of Spuffy - they're fine all snuggled up and basking happily in the afterglow - next chapter is all about them I swear hand on my Spuffy luving heart

Did I do okay with Willow and Xander? Megan inspired me to play with the show canon here and boom it all fell into place!

Chapter 13

Thank you to spikeskat for betaing for me!!!

Italics = thoughts

Spike gradually surfaced from the deepest sleep he had ever experienced since he was turned. The arms of Morpheus had never been so welcoming, or restful. His last thought that had followed him into sleep, still filled him with contentment.

Tasting his delectable Childe’s blood had revealed something precious to the elder vampire and Spike was filled with amazement and concern, ‘Does she love me because I’m her sire or was it something more?’ Spike hoped it was the latter and not just a Sire/Childe love – now that he had tasted her blood and skin, he wanted all of her- mind, body, and soul.

The last few hours were not something he had expected – any of it. When he had taken those fateful steps into Dracula’s mansion, his focus had been on getting the Slayer out of there and back home. Never had he expected to have her as his own, physically or familially!

Spike had never even allowed the smidgen of hope that Buffy would ever look at him with anything but hate to surface, keeping that secret yearning buried deep in the furtherest recesses of his mind. He had firmly repressed that desire and instead had focused on sulking about being chipped and railing against the hand that fate had dealt him.

Helping her while she was comatose and then later, as she had been awake, was a revelation for Spike. Just being able to have physical contact with his one and only Childe had fulfilled him in ways he had never before had while he was with Dru. Even better that it was Buffy – someone who he, if he was honest, had ached for from the moment he had clapped eyes on her. That fateful first night when he had watched her gyrate on the dance floor of the Bronze, caught up in the seductive rhythm of the music blasting from the speakers – he had never imagined in his wildest and most fevered dreams that they would end up like this.

One of them dead by the other’s hand…maybe. Instead, they lay curled trustingly around each other in his bed.

It was different and yet he wanted more.

He craved more…

Spike tightened his arms around the slender form that was lay sprawled out naked over his chest. His semi-hard cock was pressed intimately against Buffy’s belly as she lay between his legs, fast asleep. Her sated form was limp and soft as his legs and arms cradled her close.

Unable to resist, he blinked his eyes open and devoured the pleasant sight of his Childe fast asleep on top of him.

Buffy’s face was mashed against his chest, a soft snore escaping her parted lips. His nipple firmed at the waft of cool air that escaped her mouth, causing him to purr softly. ‘Bloody hell I’m purring!’ If he were able, Spike would have blushed red at the poncy sound that was erupting from his chest.

‘When have I ever purred before?’ Spike pondered, frowning. Spike wracked his brain trying to remember and failed. He looked down at his Childe as she started to drool, and smiled – it was only for her – because of her. ‘Hell she even looks cute drooling and with her hair looking like it had been styled by a blind hairdresser…’

Spike cradled her gently – trying not to wake her by poking her with his rapidly hardening cock. Instead, he began to work out what they would do next. He knew that Buffy would want to face Drac and exact some sort of justice not only for his turning her, but also for the degradation she had been forced to endure. When that happened, he was determined to be standing at her back …protecting her with all that he was.

Spike tried to repress the shiver of worry about how Buffy’s friends and family would react to her being turned and him becoming her Sire.

‘Nothing they say or do will ever separate us!’ he silently vowed, his eyes flashing amber. With a small growl, he forced his possessive demonic instincts aside and focused on what needed to be done.

Spike started a mental list – training first. ‘Need to know what she can and can’t do physically, as well as mentally. I need her strong for whatever Sunnyhell may throw at her…’ Her disappearing trick seemed to have been another facet of Drac’s that she had inherited, along with the lack of an apparent “game face.” Spike wondered if there were more revelations to come. He was looking forward to dancing with her.

They needed to test her abilities and try to incorporate all the changes her mind and body had gone through recently into her fighting style. He mentally rolled his eyes at himself. ‘Startin to sound like Ripper…’

At the thought of Giles, Spike sighed softly. He knew the Watcher would have trouble adapting to Buffy’s changes. But he hoped that his fellow Brit would rise to the occasion. ‘If the sod doesn’t, I’ll…I’ll…bugger the sodding chip! Not like I can thump Rupes if he makes Buffy cry. Wonder if I could get Buffy to bite him?’

Spike dismissed that thought with a wry smile, more likely she would bite him for suggesting it.

He looked down at Buffy who snorted softly and rubbed her scrunched up nose against his chest – her human instincts were still there.

‘Got to get her to call her Mum…’

Spike grimaced that – he was worried that Buffy’s newly found calm might shatter once she heard Joyce’s voice. He knew that his precious Childe would want to go home soon to her mother and family. Spike grimaced at the, no doubt, hostile reception he would get from them and hoped that Buffy would stand up to them and defend him. Part of him knew she would – once he had sensed her love for him he had realised this, but the William-esque aspects of Spike were getting nervous.

From tasting her blood when they had made love earlier, Spike knew she was hoping that he would protect her from their questions and reactions - and he would. From all of them, even Angel.

Spike grudgingly accepted that one of them was going to have to call and explain what had happened. He knew that Angel would be brooding himself into a righteous snit over the conversation the other day. ‘All I bloody well need is Granddad swanning in to town all soulful and wanting a fight…’

Buffy cracked open an eye and peered through her eyelashes at Spike, who appeared deep in thought and chewing his way through his pouty lower lip. She tried to suppress a small smile and failed. ‘He looks so cute when he is all pondery.’

She had woken slowly, contentment filling her in a way she had never imagined. Buffy had never thought that she would find comfort, love, and happiness in Spike’s arms. She knew that it wasn’t just the Sire/Childe bond; it was much more than that. For a long time now she had seemed restless, ever since she had met the First Slayer in her dreams. Her hunting every night had been a physical manifestation of that restlessness and now for the first time she felt at peace and in love.

‘CRAP!’ Buffy curled her legs under her and sat up between Spike’s splayed legs, her hazel eyes wide at her sudden realisation. Without realising, she grabbed hold of Spike’s inner thighs, squeezing tightly, her nails digging into the soft pale skin.

“Oww!” Spike howled at the sensation of her nails curled into his inner thighs, so close to his dangly bits. His hands wrapped around her thin wrists, gently pulled her hands away from the reddened skin. “Buffy, luv, watch where you grab!”

“Spike!”

“Yeah, luv,” he tilted his head and gazed up at the startled Slayer sitting between his legs. His eyes ran appreciatively over her slender form, lingering on her quivering breasts for a long and lusty moment, before looking back up to at her face. He was filled with a creeping fear that she regretted what had been the best night of his unlife.

Buffy looked down at their linked hands and then beyond them at his now erect cock, which rested against his stomach. She savoured the sight of his erection and licked her lips. Goosebumps erupted all over her body at the memory of what they had done. She tilted her head and watched as his muscles on his chest flexed and tightened under her appreciative gaze. He was yumworthy.

“Buffy? You still in there?”

“Huh?”

Spike smirked and raised his scarred eyebrow, secretly delighted at her unabashed appraisal of his assets – not that he hadn’t just enjoyed hers either! “Wots wrong, Buffy?” his voice was low and filled with a sensual burr.

“I…I love you?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I sensed that last night, gorgeous, when I drank from you,” Spike replied gently. Realising that, her revelation was something that was not easy for her, especially since the incident that shall not be named. ‘Friggin arse – always makes a mess…’ He knew that Buffy had kept her feelings and heart closed.

For her to voice her feelings to him, and so openly, it was a gift he treasured. Spike knew he had to tread carefully Otherwise he would be left with a kick to the head and the lovely sight of his Childe’s pretty backside as she ran for the hills.

“I really do, and it’s not just a weird vampy thing either!” Buffy’s eyes widened even more at her frankness. She peered through her hair at Spike, waiting for him to make a snide remark and was pleasantly surprised.

He released one of her hands and brushed her tumbled hair off her face. His hand cupped the back of her head pulled her down to his lips, where he caught hers in a sweet and gentle kiss that seemed to last forever. He pulled back and sighed softly against the fullness of her mouth.

“Time for layin all my cards on the table too, pet.” Spike took a deep breath, “I love you too, Buffy,” he whispered and then pulled her in for another kiss that rapidly changed into a ravenous devouring of each others mouths.

As they began to writhe and thrust against each other, Spike mentally promised he would talk to his Childe about his plans, later…much later…

The room was filled with their sighs and kisses as they slowly rocked to new heights of passion as they both made love to each other. Their actions binding them closer as the minutes and hours passed. Their insatiable appetites for the other were spurred on by their declarations of love.

And this was their way of consummating it for all eternity.

“Come on, sexy, do your worst!” Spike waggled his tongue at Buffy as he leapt over her head in a single leap. He twisted his body into a somersault and landed behind her. Reached over, he grabbed her luscious backside and squeezed it as he danced away, laughing at her small growl of frustration.

After spending the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies in a sensual feast, which had later culminated in a shower…which was naughty enough to make Caligula blush, they had reluctantly pulled on some work out clothes and stumbled downstairs to feed.

Once they had both eaten - Buffy had managed to drink the warmed blood without her usual reaction - they had pushed the dining table aside and begun training.

The two blonds had traded a blur of blows and had discovered that Buffy had retained her Slayer power alongside her new vampiric strengths, much to their delight. And for the last few hours they had been training in hand to hand and utilising the few weapons that Spike had secreted around the cabin.

He still wasn’t sure how he was going to extract the small hand axe that was currently embedded in the high ceiling. Buffy had underestimated her power when she had thrown in up in the air, and it had hit the wooden ceiling with a resounding thud and remained there.

“I’m gonna get you for that, you perv!” Buffy teased as she turned and began a series of cartwheels, culminating with her pinning Spike to the floor.

Spike peered up from between her thighs, which were planted on either side of his neck. Buffy looked down triumphantly at her pinned lover. “Gotcha!” she teased.

Spike reached up and cradled her backside in his large hands and gave her a gentle squeeze. “That you have, though have to say, not complaining here.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and then gave the same spot a gentle nibble.

Buffy giggled and sat back on his chest and ran her hands through his rumpled hair. “As I said…perv!”

Spike rubbed his head into her fingers and purred happily, “just appreciating the view, Childe.”

Buffy rolled off him and pressed her body against his side resting her head against his shoulder. “That was fun! I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed training so much!”

Spike pressed a kiss to top of her head and sat up, pulling Buffy with him. “Glad you enjoyed it, pet. Got me all worked up though,” he gestured at his erection that was tenting his sweats.

Buffy ran her hand over his cloth covered cock.

“So I can see!” she purred as her fingers slid upwards and pulled the sweats down. Their training had turned her on more than she had ever expected – watching Spike’s lithe form twisting and moving as they fought had been a distraction, and she had let in a few hits that normally would never have gotten past her guard.

She had trained and now she wanted to play.

“Lie down Spike,” she whispered huskily, pushing him back against the floor as she tore his t-shirt in half and ran her nails down his muscled chest. Her fingers tweaked his pale pink nipples, teasing them erect before she leaned over and ran her tongue over them, switching from one to the other. Her hands pulled his sweats down and Spike kicked them off.

Spike’s hands twitched at his sides as Buffy licked and nipped her way down his torso. He let out a whimper as her tongue dipped into his bellybutton and then trailed down to the head of his cock.

“Open you legs, honey,” Buffy murmured against the crest of his erection. Then she dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit and gathered up the small amount of pre-cum that had seeped out. She raised her head ignoring the groan that erupted from Spike as he willingly spread his legs allowing her to settle between them.

Buffy leaned forward and ran her lips along the crease of Spike’s thigh and over and around his cock, nuzzling her nose into the dark gold curls that framed it. She licked her way down to his balls, which were tight against his body, and gently suckled them. Pressing open-mouthed kisses on them, she ran her hand up his body until her questing fingers found his neglected nipples and gently teased them with her nails.

Spike gritted his teeth and pressed his feet flat on the floor pushing his groin upwards towards her exploring mouth, which was currently engaged in detailing every inch of his cock, that twitched with every pass of her lips and tongue. Unable to stop himself, he began to pant loudly and a tumble of unintelligible endearments fell from his lips.

Buffy had never really enjoyed this type of sexual play before – but with Spike it was different – she wanted to do and try everything. There were no inhibitions – she briefly wondered if it were her vampiric nature that had caused her to be more experimental sexually. No, she realised that it was because of their love and the intimacy they shared was just another expression of it.

“Buffy! Please, luv, take me in…”Spike begged as Buffy pressed a soft kiss to the crest of his cock.

With an impish giggle, Buffy opened her mouth and began to slowly take him into her mouth.

Minutes passed and all that could be heard were Spike’s groans of appreciation for her detailed exploration of his dick and his hushed words of encouragement. Buffy was spurred on by his encouragement and complete surrender to her.

Spike reached up and gently pulled Buffy away from his cock. She pouted and glared up at him. Spike shook his head with a gentle smile. He deftly stripped his girl and in a quick move had her pinned under him. “As much as I was enjoying your lovely mouth, I want to be inside you.” With that Spike surged into her and they began to rock against each other.

Buffy hissed and wrapped her legs around Spike’s back, her hands trailed up his flexing back before she pulled him close. She tilted her neck and offered her throat to her Sire. “Please…I…need…more…”

With that, she sank her teeth into Spike’s shoulder, sipping deliriously at his strong blood. Spike roared, and his face shifted at the sensation of her bite.

Spike pressed a hard kiss on her throat and, without preamble, sank his fangs into her skin. Buffy gasped against the wound on her lover’s shoulder as she felt the sting of his fangs and came with a scream. Spike froze as her inner muscles fluttered around his cock and he tipped over the edge, joining her in bliss.

“We need to call your mum,” he rasped. Spike reluctantly eased out of Buffy and collapsed next her with a loud groan.

Buffy rolled her head to peer at Spike in surprise. “So not what I was expecting to hear after what we just did!” She gestured at his limp cock that lay on his thigh glistening with their combined spendings.

Spike popped open an eye and glared at his giggling lover. “That really is not funny, Slayer,” he rumbled as he pulled her giggling body onto his and playfully nipped at her chin.

“I should hope not! Mom plus sex equals ewwwww!” Buffy kissed Spike on the tip of his nose and then settled her head under his chin.

“Luv, we need to call her. And as much as I hate saying this, we need to head back to Sunnyhell…” he trailed off, waiting to hear her response.

Buffy nodded her head. “I know we have to go home…but can we hold off on calling Mom please?” She tried to suppress the fear that was filling her at facing her Mom and the others.

‘Oh god! Xander…’ She had no idea what she was going to do or say when she was finally face to face with Xander. Not after what he had done to her.

“Luv, your Mum’ll be fine. I promise! She’ll be glad just to have you back and in one piece.”

Spike bit his tongue; he didn’t want them to be parted. He was sure that Buffy would want to move in with her Mum, and he would be left on the outside. He hated the idea of them not being together, but he would abide by whatever his Childe decided.

“Huh?”

Spike’s whispered words pulled her thoughts from Xander, and she began to worry over her mom’s reaction to her changes. She was especially worried about her mom’s reaction to the fact that she would be living with Spike now and not returning home. She pulled a face at the thought of her Mom’s reaction. But there was no way she was gonna be separated from Spike. Not now, not ever. ‘But we are sooo not living in that smelly old crypt!’ She promised herself.

“Joyce’ll be wanting to see you soon, luv. We should get going now that it’s dark.”

“Okaaaaaaay,” she drawled and reluctantly sat up. In a smooth motion, she stood, pulling Spike up with her.

“Come on, pet. We’ll come back here as often as you want. I promise.” Spike gently pulled Buffy down the steps and towards the Desoto, where he had already packed their bags. Mr Gordo sat in splendour on the dashboard.

“I know, but I really like it here…” Buffy’s glanced over her shoulder at the rose covered cabin and drank it in one last time. Turning her head, she looked out over the pond and sighed. “It’s so peaceful here. I love your home, Spike.”

Spike lit a cigarette and puffed on it for a moment before looking down into Buffy’s wide eyes. “No, luv, it’s our home. What’s mine is yours.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her forehead on his chest. “Thank you, Spike. For this and for everything. I…I love you.”

“My pleasure, pet. And, Buffy, I love you too.” With that he kissed her before reluctantly breaking the kiss and pushing her gently towards the car. “Come on time to go.”