Title: The Soulmatchers

Author: Sunglow999

Pairing: Spike/Buffy

Rating: R (Just to be on the safe side)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon & Mutant Enemy, except Cassie and Orion – they belong to me.

Spoilers:- Up to Dead Things, things are different from there on in. Crossover with Angel later on. This is my first ever fanfiction so reviews would be helpful, email me at sunglow999@hotmail.com

A/N This is it, thanks to you all for being so patient.

The Soulmatchers

Chapter 9. Claiming Buffy

Buffy stood with her back to the door, her arms folded, staring at him and making him nervous. For once in his life he didn't know what to say but couldn't resist opening his mouth anyway to try to brazen it out.

"What's up, Slayer? Need to say somethin' that couldn't be overheard by the delicate ears of your friends?"

"Shut up, Spike." She uncrossed her arms and started towards him, toeing off her shoes as she went.

He didn't trust the look in her eyes and started to back away until the dressing table at his back stopped him. He gaped as she stripped off her vest top and shimmied out of her jeans then came to a stop in front of him, a hairsbreadth away from him dressed in just her lacy bra and thong. He swallowed, wondering if this was a new form of torture she'd devised for him, then closed his eyes to try to control his arousal. Maybe if he thought of unpleasant things, Glory's torture, and Harmony's twenty questions, Angel in a corset - ah, that did it.

All of that was forgotten though when he felt her tiny hands undoing the buckle of his belt and then the zip on his fly. He looked down to find that Buffy had removed her underwear and was kneeling in front of him, slowly stroking his now rock hard erection.

"Buffy luv, what're you doin?" He asked hoarsely as she slowly stroked her tongue up his length before gently sucking on the head. He nearly whimpered as she pulled away and looked up at him. His demon was screaming at him to shut up and let her finish but he ignored it.

"I'm obviously doing something wrong." She sighed. "I've never had any complaints from you before."

"I can see what you're doin'." He moaned, eyes closed again. "Can't figure out why though."

"Can't a girl make love to her soulmate if she wants to?" She stroked him again.

The words finally penetrated over the noise of the blood rushing in his ears and his eyes popped open. He caught hold of her arms and dragged her up to stand before him. Her eyes were twinkling, despite the adorable pout to her lips, as she watched the stunned expression on his face. She laughed outright as he opened his mouth, then shut it when nothing came out. He opened it again and this time it stayed open.

"Close your mouth, Spike, you look like a landed fish."

"Repeat what you just said." He demanded.

"Close your mouth.."

"The other bit." He shook her gently.

"I said you were my soulmate." She freed her arms and stepped closer, plastering her naked front against him. "I love you, Spike."

"You love me?"

"I. Love. You." She punctuated each word with a kiss; each one progressively longer and more erotic until his knees started to buckle. "I want to make love to you, Spike." She started to pull him towards the bed. "I don't want sex, or a quick fuck. I want to make long, sweet, slow love to you."

"Luv, tell me I'm not dreamin' this?" He begged.

She smiled and reached down the back of his jeans to pinch him.

"Satisfied?"

"Not by a long shot, pet." He picked her up and threw her on the bed. By the time she'd stopped bouncing he'd stripped and joined her.

What followed exceeded all of Spikes wildest dreams, and he'd had a few. There was an openness and freedom to her loving that had been missing before. They wrestled for dominance, hands and lips everywhere at once it seemed. He finally had to resort to sheer brute strength and forced her onto her back. He noticed the wild anticipatory gleam in her eyes at his show of dominance and gave her what she wanted, sliding inside her in one smooth stroke, making her moan.

"Oh, god, yes." She kissed him.

"Long and slow?" He asked, stroking in and out of her with excruciating slowness.

"A.and sweet." She moaned, her fingers digging into his back.

"I can do that."

True to his word, he made long, sweet, slow love to her, then allowed her to make fast, hot, heart pounding love to him.

"Spike! Oh god, Spike!" Buffy was close, so close. "Do it." She looked into his eyes and turned her head away, baring her throat.

His eyes widened when he realised what she wanted him to do but he didn't hesitate. He vamped out and sank his fangs into her throat, her slayer blood heightening his senses. He heard her scream and felt her climax, her slayer muscles triggering his own release.

"Mine!" He removed his fangs from her throat and licked the wound, noting absently that he had completely covered Angels scar.

"Yours, forever." She whispered into his ear, stroking her hands down his back.

He looked up at her and she almost wept at the look of hope in his eyes.

"You mean that, luv? Mine forever?"

"Yes, I mean it. I love you." She watched as a look of devilment appeared in his eyes. "And if you say 'I told you so' I'll.." She couldn't think up a dire enough punishment to inflict.

"What? Stake me? Can't do that now, luv." He smirked. "Wouldn't want dust in the sheets, and other, less mentionable, places." He emphasised his point by rocking his hips, reminding her that he was still buried inside her.

"I told Cassie you'd be impossible to live with."

Spike reluctantly moved off Buffy, ignoring her protests, and settled beside her, pulling her against him.

"Luv, about Cassie." He started.

"I know." She sighed and settled her head on his shoulder. "She told me about Dawn and Orion. She's going to take him away once we've got him back. I can't keep her a child forever, I know that, but I can keep her one for as long as possible. She's not going to follow in my footsteps. She's going to be normal."

"She's a mystical key, Buffy. She's never going to be normal."

"You want her find out at fifteen that she'll be spending the rest of her life with a fifteen hundred year old vampire?"

"Hell, no. I'll rip 'is balls off before he touches Dawn."

"Cassie and I have agreed that Orion can meet Dawn when she's eighteen and only then if she's not in a serious relationship."

Spike wondered how Orion would take that.

"E's not going to like it, Buffy. 'E's a bit on the impulsive side, don't always think of the consequences." He looked down as she giggled suddenly. "Wha'?"

"Sounds like that trait runs in the family as well, Mr. I-can't-wait-for-Saturday-to kill-you."

"What you on about?"

"You're a descendant of Cassie and Orions."

"Really?" Spike was surprised at how pleased he was.

"Your family's growing." She snuggled against him and he tightened his arms round her. "I hate to say this, but we've got to go down and face the others."

"Not worried about their reactions are you?"

"Tara knows already. Willow I think will be okay. Dawn will be over the moon, Anya won't care as long as it doesn't interfere in her wedding plans but Xander.." She shuddered.

"We can keep it secret, luv, if you want to."

She could hear the reluctance in his voice and felt a surge of love for him. He was willing to stay in the closet like a dirty secret if it made her happy, but she couldn't do that to him.

"No, I don't want to sneak around any more. I want to be able to hold your hand if I feel like it, I want to sit on your lap in the Scooby meetings like Anya does with Xander sometimes. And I want to dance slow dances with you in the Bronze." She smiled up at him.

"Can I be the one to tell Peaches?"

She smacked his chest and the wrestling match started again.

"Spike, we don't have time for this." She moaned as he settled between her legs again. "Ooh, just a quickie then."

Afterwards, he lay sprawled beside her and the demon inside him decided to find out how far she'd go for him in this new relationship.

"Be a luv and get my cigs will you?"

Not far, apparently.

"You are not smoking in this house." She sat up, her hair wild about her face, her skin flushed and sweaty and his body responded predictably. "And we don't have time for any more of that." She hopped off the bed and headed for her shower. He grinned and followed her in where he overrode her protests and made love to her yet again.

"Just savin' water, pet." Was his excuse.

Once dry, he dressed and lay on the bed while she dried her hair and applied make-up. She had to slap his hands away from her underwear drawer when he leaned over to rummage.

"Oh come on, luv. Can't I pick what undies you wear?"

"Says the person not wearing any at all." She teased, but allowed him access again.

"This in new, an' look, my favourite colour."

"I really don't want to know how you know what's new and what isn't." She snatched the new blood red thong and bra set out of his hands. "And don't think just because I'm giving in on this you get to pick what else I wear."

"Luv, you could wear a burlap sack as long as I know you're wearing that underneath." He folded his arms behind his head and watched as she pulled on the set.

Although she had said he wouldn't influence her she couldn't help but notice when he didn't like anything she pulled out of her wardrobe. His mobile face showed her he loved the black leather pants but he hated the black polo-necked sweater she picked to go with it.
"Right, what's wrong with this then?"

"Hides my claim, Buffy."

She almost melted in a puddle of goo at the adoring look in his eyes and she swiftly threw it back into her wardrobe.

"How about this?" She pulled on a short, midriff baring black vest top.

"Love that." He grinned.

"I can tell." She looked pointedly at his groin and he tilted his hips in response.

"Can't 'elp it, luv."

She smiled and pulled on her red leather ankle boots and the matching red leather jacket. His eyes gleamed with lust as he looked her up and down; his claim clearly visible and he surged up off the bed.

"Sure you want to go back downstairs?" He asked, pulling her into his arms and feathering kisses down her jawline before sucking lightly on his marks. She moaned and he was able to smell her arousal, triggering his own.

"We can't." She reluctantly pulled away and he grinned. "Come on."

She took his hand and pulled him out of the room. He swaggered down the stairs behind her and Cassie looked up. She could tell to the exact second the moment when Angel smelt Buffy's arousal and vamped out in a roar, heading straight for Spikes throat.

TBC

A/N This will be the last update until 20th November as I'm on holiday with no access to the Internet. Will try to post several chapters when I get back.