Dancing on the Edge
Disclaimer: Joss owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. At last. I've updated this story. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Ch:8
She'd only been married once and it had been for life. But Angel was dead and here she was. Buffy tried not to pace the small room waiting for the time to come.
"You shouldn't worry," the throaty voice came from behind her and Buffy turned slightly.
"Excuse me?" she asked impatiently.
"Kingston's son is all man," the small woman who Kingston had insisted stay with her gave her a toothy grin.
Buffy pursed her lips and shook her head.
"I'm not worried about that," she muttered as she abruptly began to pace. In fact that was the last thing on her mind.
She knew Spike was sexy and she knew she was attracted to him.
Sex she was certain wouldn't be a problem.
No she was dwelling on what came afterwards.
When she gave her body to someone there were always emotions involved, and this time wouldn't be any different.
Except for the fact that she didn't know what she felt for Spike. There was certainly gratitude and affection.
She cared for him and as it had happened so suddenly she wasn't sure she could trust her emotions. Circumstances were incredible and bound to stir up emotions that may or may not last.
There was a soft knock on their door and Buffy's companion answered it.
"It's time," she told Buffy and walked out.
Buffy gave a long sigh and headed after the vampire.
~*~
It was hard to say who was more nervous, more scared and upset by this new and terrifying event.
Him or his father.
"You sure you've got…everything in order?" Kingston asked once again.
Spike glared at him and tried to ignore him.
"Well do you?" Kingston snapped as he stepped into Spike's line of sight again and returned his son's hot glare.
"Yes. Everything's working," Spike gritted out, heat flooding his cheeks in embarrassment.
"Well no need to be embarrassed son," Kingston told him with a loud laugh. "It wouldn't do to have you not up to par and leavin' the little missus high and dry."
Spike closed his eyes.
"I don't need a sex talk from you. I've gotten along quite well in all my twenty-six years Kingston," he muttered darkly as his eyes flitted up to meet his father's.
Kingston shifted his huge bulk and ran a nervous hand through his hair.
"Well…" Kingston trailed off feeling slightly uncomfortable with all the implied complications of Spike's last statement. "That's good. Good. Keep her goin' then son. Gotta have that baby. Gotta have that baby before Ripper does something to the other girl. It's time. You ready?"
Kingston didn't wait for Spike to answer as he took his arm, and led him out of the small room they'd been in.
Spike tried to keep his thoughts on what was to come. Not that it was hard to. After all it had been awhile since he'd had sex.
He'd been too preoccupied with work to dally in the pleasures of the flesh.
But when he had sex well…he didn't let his emotions come into play.
This was different on so many levels.
He cared for Buffy and he wanted to help her get her daughter back.
But that meant getting her pregnant within the allotted time.
Nervous really couldn't begin to describe the way he was feeling; as Kingston led him into the dimly lit room he'd proclaimed the honeymoon suite.
Kingston wanted to keep it simple. Get them married and then leave them to go at it like animals, Spike mused.
He didn't take in the room, but let his focus remain on the task at hand.
"Ah here's the lovely bride to be," Kingston grinned and turned.
Spike stiffened and slowly turned too.
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but this sure wasn't it.
His eyes widened and he couldn't help but let his mouth twitch.
Buffy stood stiffly as she paused in the doorway. She wrung her hands and looked down at herself as well.
Kingston had taken it upon himself to dress Buffy for this occasion and had decided on an empire waist dress of the Victorian era.
It was highly uncomfortable and ridiculous looking.
Buffy felt her own lips quirk.
She met Spike's eyes and they smiled at eachother.
Because he didn't look any better than she did, she thought with a shake of her head.
Dressed in a ruffled styled shirt, much like pirates used to wear, that was tucked into to breeches that clung entirely too tightly. Black knee high boots completed the picture he made.
"What?" Kingston asked confused. "What's so funny?"
"Dressed us up like your dolls Kingston," Spike said with a laugh as he walked towards Buffy and took her hand.
"Well," Kingston drawled slowly. "I happen to think you both look lovely. Shall we get on with this?"
Kingston stood to Spike's side and the woman who'd accompanied Buffy took her position next to Buffy.
They all turned to the man who would marry them tonight.
Buffy wasn't sure if he was a vampire or not. But then she wasn't sure what vampires' looked like beyond seeing them in their fangs and yellow eyed glory.
Kingston didn't seem any different from any other human she'd encountered in her life. So as she stared at the tall, thin man who would marry them she wondered about him.
About what she was getting herself into.
Sighed and decided to just go with the flow.
"Do you have it?" the man spoke abruptly.
His voice was deep and rumbling.
Spike and Buffy exchanged quick glances.
Kingston nodded and pulled out a sheath of silk.
He handed it to the man and they watched as the man unwrapped the silk to reveal a golden hilted dagger.
"What's going on?" Buffy whispered to Spike.
Spike shrugged.
"Don't know," he whispered back.
"Give me your hands," the man ordered.
Both Buffy and Spike lifted their hands.
"Palms forward," the man added.
Buffy swallowed sure she wasn't going to like what was coming and she was right.
She let out a gasp as the dagger sliced across her palm.
Then the man sliced Spike's hand and lifted their hands.
He lifted a jeweled goblet and they watched as their blood slowly dripped into it.
"Bind them," the man ordered.
Kingston and the woman both stepped forward, and hurriedly they bound Spike and Buffy's wounded hands together.
"Um…" Buffy began certain this was not healthy or sanitary.
"Silence."
The silence stretched until the man spoke again.
"It is done. You are pledged. Man and wife. Mates for eternal life."
Kingston clapped his hands together.
"Thank you Bob," he told the thin man. "Now kids go on and get started. Take all the time you need. Ring that little bell when you want sustenance! Be a good boy now son and get her good and pregnant!"
Kingston ushered the others out of the room until she and Spike were alone.
Buffy tugged at the silk that bound their hands together and slipped her hand from his.
"Well that was...weird," she mused quietly.
Spike nodded.
"And I don't think quite legal. We'll have to get a marriage certificate in order for Ripper to believe we're married. In fact-"
She broke off as she looked at Spike.
He seemed to be literally frozen.
Narrowing her eyes she regarded him a moment before she decided to take matters into her own hands.
She marched over to him and lifted his hands.
Placed them on her shoulders.
"Help me get out of this, and I'll help you," she said as she began to tug at his shirt.
"We're married," Spike managed to get out woodenly.
Buffy nodded.
"Yes. It seems we are," she replied dryly as she tugged Spike's shirt up, and he was forced to lift his arms to get the shirt off.
"I'm your husband," he whispered.
Buffy wasn't sure what was going on with him, but she knew he couldn't go glass eyed on her. At least not now, not until they'd started.
She tossed the shirt aside and let her fingers skim down his naked chest.
Grinned when he shivered.
"Don't tell me husband, you don't know what to do with me," she said mockingly as she leaned forward to nibble on his neck.
He was breathing hard and trying desperately not to.
He wasn't sure what had come over him as they'd been married. It was too big to be described as bone numbing fear and too small to be called overwhelming rightness.
He'd gone numb the minute the blade had sliced at his hand, and now as Buffy trailed her hands down his back it all started to become real.
He was married to her.
The thought was terrifying and yet not.
Dimly he wondered if this was how Angel had felt on his wedding day.
Marrying this woman…
He shook his head, cleared away his thoughts, and abruptly reached out and cupped her face. Stared into her weary eyes and grinned.
"And here I thought I'd have to do all the work," Buffy mused as she brought his head down so their lips met.
He kissed her like a man who'd just gotten married to the woman he loved.
And it took her breath away.
He began to jerk at her dress.
"Buttons. In the back," Buffy mumbled as she pulled her mouth away to rest her forehead against his neck.
Spike let out a muttered curse as he turned her.
"He did this on purpose," he muttered exasperatedly as he studied the long line of buttons that trailed down her back.
Buffy couldn't help but laugh.
"It'll take you all night. It took that woman at least twenty minutes to do them all up. Try and rip it."
"Sure?" he asked as he gripped the edge of her dress.
"Sure. It's flimsy, it'll tear," she assured him. "But start from the top so I can actually get out of it."
"Yes ma'am," Spike replied with a grin.
He ripped her dress from the back and let his hands skim over the exposed flesh of her golden back.
He pressed his lips to the nape of her neck and took in a gulp of air.
He wasn't sure how to do this. How to make this right for both of them.
"Buffy," he whispered her name desperately. He needed her help here. He'd never made love to anyone.
And he sure as hell didn't want to have sex with her.
It had to be more than that.
It would be more than that.
And it was as she turned to him stepping out of her ruined dress. She encircled his neck with her slender arms and offered him a smile.
"Kiss me," she urged as his head automatically lowered. "Like you mean it."
Spike swallowed.
He took his time with her lips, teasing and tasting, but never taking it beyond that. Her mouth parted and abruptly her hands tightened on the back of his neck and she pressed even closer.
She took control of the kiss then.
She took his mouth like she wanted to take his body, sucked on his bottom lip, ran her hands down his sides and laughed when he shivered.
She turned them, her mouth still on his, led them to the bed and Spike was lost.
Lost to the sensations of the sweetest torment he had ever felt as he lay there glass eyed, as she tugged at his pants, worked them down his hips.
At last she finally had him naked and supplicant beneath her and she took in her fill.
From top to bottom, she reached out and took him in her hands, watched his eyes darken and his hips arch upwards.
She bent forward, and brushed her lips over his brow.
"Gorgeous," she mused in a whisper. "You're gorgeous William…"
And he was, she wondered if he'd ever been told that. He was a beautiful man; golden and so finely made she wanted to eat him up.
One piece at a time.
Trailing kisses down his face, his neck she took her time.
Gave him what had been given to her.
She made love to him, because she knew he had never been made love to.
He skimmed his thumbs down her throat, cupped her shoulders, and tangled his hands in all that glorious hair and brought her head up.
Captured her mouth and flipped them over, their bodies touching, sliding apart and coming together skin against skin. His hands trembled as he ran them down the length of her, palmed her breast, and felt a fission of pleasure when she moaned as he took one hard nipple into his mouth.
His fingers trailed a fiery path down the inside of her thigh, dipped into her moist heat and he shuddered at the feel of her.
So hot, so tight, he groaned as she arched up into his hand with a moan that came from deep within.
"Buffy…"
She shivered as he eased over her, his hands clenching in hers.
She slowly kissed him whispering his name on a sigh as with one thrust he buried himself inside her.
He wanted to revel in her tight heat, to glory in the moment, but it was beyond him as she lifted her hips and took him deeper.
And then there was nothing but heat, dark stormy sensations as they skated along their skin. His fingers bit into her hips as they matched eachother in a driving rhythm.
His jaw clenched and his body trembled as he felt her clamp around him, her body arching, her breath hot in his ear as she came on such a wave of pleasure she cried out his name.
He sought out her mouth as he felt the tremors of her release begin to ease and surrounded by her, steeped in her, he rode her long and hard.
Took her to the brink again, felt her convulse around him, and with her name on his lips he let himself go with one last thrust, he came, emptying himself inside her.
~*~
Kingston leaned back against his armchair and grinned.
"Have they finished?" Tavia the woman he'd had take care of Buffy tonight, looked over at him curiously.
"Nay," he answered with a laugh, "they've just started. I'm quite sure by the time this night is over a baby should be made tonight."