MIRROR
Author's Note: In the last chapter Spike has moved into the Summers' home. Also living there now is Tara, who is taking care of Dawn. Buffy finds the nerds and kills Warren after he tries to kill her, but shoots Spike instead.
Spike's Point of View
CHAPTER 4 - - - - - - - - -
Bullets won't kill me. Can cause a helluva lot of damage to a fellow, though. Especially six of them at close range.
After the knock down with the three losers, Buffy managed to drag me back to her place. The witch dug the bullets out of me, which hurt like hell, despite large amounts of whiskey consumed. Then, Buffy and her sis bandaged me up till I looked as if I were a mummy, instead of a vampire. Could tell the Slayer was worried about me. Didn't hold a candle to how worried I was about her.
Buffy had killed a bloke. Snapped his neck like it was a twig. I knew how she felt about killing. Found out the hard way when we'd thought she'd killed the girl in the woods. Figured she'd be torn up about killing Warren, even if the prat deserved it.
It wasn't until the next night that I was able to talk to her about it. I'd fallen asleep after the three women finished playing at being nurses, and ending up sleeping throughout the next day. By the time I woke up, it was dark again, and I was alone in the bedroom. My wounds had healed somewhat. When I pulled a bandage aside so that I could take a look-see at one, the gouge in my flesh was still there, but smaller. Figured in the next few days, all of the holes would be closed up entirely.
I'd just managed to smooth the bandage back in place when Buffy entered with a mug of heated blood in her hand. Taking a quick whiff, I was startled to discover that it was human, not pig. My estimate of the length of my convalescence lowered as my eyebrows rose. Buffy noticed my look.
"What?"
"Thought you didn't like me eating people."
"It's no big deal."
I stared at her. It was a big deal. She knew it. I knew it. Buffy tried to cover her feelings by fussing with the pillows and blankets as I drained the cup. Placing the empty mug on the nightstand, I reached out, grabbing one her hands, and pulled her closer until she was forced to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Luv, I'm sorry you had to do it."
She glanced at me, confused, so I elaborated a bit.
"Sorry you had to kill that Warren fellow. Shouldn't feel bad about it, though."
She stared at me for a moment, then answered quietly.
"I don't."
At my perplexed expression, she continued.
"I don't feel bad about killing him. He had a soul, but he was evil. Who knows how much pain and suffering he would've caused if I'd let him live."
"But, before…"
"You were right. I've saved the world numerous times, saved countless lives. One mark in the minus column shouldn't make much of a difference."
It was wrong, somehow. This wasn't like Buffy. I needed to ponder it a bit, mull it about in my head, but I didn't get a chance. The Slayer had risen from her seated position, pulled the blankets and sheets off me, and started to gently run her hands over my naked body.
After a moment, she backed away and slowly divested herself of her clothes. I stared as she exposed her golden skin to my gaze, inch by lovely inch. She'd stopped wearing a bra weeks before, and as she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled it open, my erection grew, became harder.
With a slight smile, she spun so that her back was to me, and undid her skirt. As it dropped to the floor, I saw that she wore only a scrap of lace, the thong revealing the lush cheeks of her ass to me. I groaned, and she turned back to face me, skimmed the panties off, then, swaying her hips, walked towards me. When she was next to the bed, her hand dipped down into her folds as I watched; then, she reached out and a glistening fingertip touched my lower lip before it slipped inside, and I tasted her.
"I know that your mouth is in fine shape…"
The fingertip left my tongue and trailed down my throat, spreading a line of warmth until it reached my cock.
"But, what about this? Is it in full working order?"
"Figure it might be able to do the job."
"Guess I'll have to take it for a test ride, then," she murmured.
Gently, she eased onto the bed so that she straddled my hips. Carefully, she lowered herself, taking just a fraction of my length inside of her at a time. It seemed as if days passed before I was fully sheathed in her damp warmth. With barely a hint of movement, she began to use those exquisite Slayer muscles on me. Her inner chamber squeezed and tightened around me and I moaned, quaked, and gasped in reaction.
I was close, so incredibly close, when she leaned forward and brushed her hair from her neck.
"Do it, Spike. Bite me."
I raised my hands from where they'd been clenched at her hips, and gripped her arms, stilling her.
"No, Buffy."
"Please. I need it. I almost lost you."
Shaking my head, I continued to try to push her back, but she was stronger. She also didn't play fair, choosing that moment to ripple her inner muscles in a way that caused me to groan in ecstasy. Then, she did it a second time. Then a third.
"Please," she whispered, between harsh, sobbing gasps. "I belong with you. Mark me as yours."
Could use a lot of excuses for it — my weakened state, the feel of her surrounding me, the taste of human still lingering on my tongue. But the real reason was that I wanted it, had wanted it for a while. I'd dreamed of sinking my fangs into her, wiping my broody sire's scar off of her throat and replacing it with mine.
With great care, I placed my mouth over the mark on her neck, and slipped into game face. I eased my fangs into her, piercing her skin, slowly deepening it until they were fully sheathed before I began to suck. As her blood flowed into my mouth and down my throat, I felt her climax, her entire body trembling with reaction as her pussy clenched and convulsed around me. The sensations, the feel of her, the taste of her, overwhelmed me, and I lifted my mouth from her and shouted as my essence shot into her.
She was mine now.
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