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Too Late To Go Back
Giles looked back behind him, Ethan was gone. "Good riddance," he thought. The spell was over, and there was nothing left to worry about…
Spike noticed the second she changed back. Her body stiffened, and she squealed slightly. But then something happened that he didn't expect. She moaned and pressed herself against him. He went to pull his face from her throat, but her hand found it's way to his head, and pressed it against her. She tilted her head to the side, allowing him more access to her blood. He steadied himself against her by placing his hand on the outside of her thigh, somewhere between when they'd run in to each other and now, the skirt had been torn to a very short length. Scandalously short. Short enough that as she pressed her hips against his and rolled them over him, he growled and pinned her body tighter to the wall. Her legs squeezed around his waist. He moved his face from her throat. She mewled a protest that was less than a protest than it should have been.
Spike stared into her green eyes, sharp with knowledge that they hadn't had a minute ago, but still she wasn't afraid of him. He growled at her, rocking his hips to hers, tightening his grip on her thigh. He watched her face, waiting to see what her reaction was. She closed her eyes and gasped, holding herself up with an arm around his neck. Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, waiting for something to happen. When he did nothing, she moved her face forward. Her tongue darted out and played against his lower lip, wiping her blood from it. He growled again. She pressed her lips to his, crushing the line of her body to his, in a way she'd been afraid of before. She avoided his fangs, and caressed his mouth with her own. He melted against her, his reserves falling. It was just them. Slayer and Vampire. Buffy and Spike. It was tongue, teeth, nails and blood. It was everything it meant to be, and just a little bit more. It was passion and heat and everything that good little girls know nothing about. And it ended in an all consuming fire that licked at them both, touching just enough to burn, and not enough to char. Until the end. The end was as it should be. It was her blood in him, him riding on it, and his own throat under her lips as she found the pulse and bit, as he collapsed against the sensation of it all, as he went to her again and again, giving himself over to her until she lay, cold and still against the wall. She blinked a last time and smiled at him as she sank into a death that wasn't.
Angel panted, fear rolling over him, controlling him. He turned the corner, too late to watch the show, but soon enough to watch her slide down against the wall, and see Spike standing over her. "No!" he screamed, anger and fear inside him. Spike turned to face him. He smiled, a new light in his eyes. He bent down and picked up Buffy's form.
Spike swept her hair from her face gently. He kissed her forehead, and looked up at the pain filling Angel's brown eyes. "Too late. Such a shame you missed the performance. There'll never be another like it." He looked back down at Buffy, stroking her face gently. "Don't even think about trying to take her away from me, Angelous. She's mine." He looked back up at Angel fiercely. "You don't get to touch her."
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