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Chapter 34
Elizabeth rode through the forest. She followed his scent. Surprisingly she found him on the grounds of her Summers Manor. She could not go inside because technically it belonged to Willow, and she needed the invitation to come from her so she went around to the gardens. She turned around and found his scent again, and followed it to the gardens. She found him in the same spot she had seen Faith that fateful night. He was looking up at the sky and she knew he was listening to the ocean, since she had done the same thing so many times when she lived there. She ran to him and stopped just a few feet away. She approached him cautiously.
"Spike. I know what happened. Andrew told me everything." She closed to distance between them. He lowered his head and she could see his shoulder shaking. He was crying silently. He turned and fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist. He wept against her chest as she held him tightly against her body. As she looked down at him, she caressed his cheek and ran her hands through his hair.
"God how you must hate me." He looked up at her. His eyes where swollen and red from crying. She lowered herself to meet his gaze, and cupped his face with her small hands.
"Far from it Spike. I love you." She kissed his lips and tasted the salt on his lips from the tears.
"How could you love me knowing what I've done, what I was. Buffy I don't deserve your love." He turned away from her, but she turned his head back to face her.
"I told you, Andrew told me everything. I know you had nothing to do with my parents' death. If anything I should thank you. When you got me out of that chapel, Ethan followed you. He found you there in the cottage and it gave me the time I needed to get to them. I didn't know it at the time, but because of you I avenged my parents' death. At least partly." She wiped the tears from his face and laid her forehead against his.
"Spike. I love you. I've loved you from the moment I sensed you, from the moment you invaded my dreams. I don't know what fate has brought us together this way and I don't care. I need you. Please come back with me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her close to him.
"I was so scared you would hate me. I couldn't live knowing you hated me." He buried his face in her neck and breathed in the scent in her hair. He pulled away from her and stared deeply into her eyes.
"I love you so much." He kissed her lips softly. She parted her lips and let his tongue enter her mouth, "Love you so much. Buffy." His hands roamed over her body, wanting to feel every inch of her. He had come so close, so close to losing her. He stood up and picked her up off the ground and walked towards the large house.
"No. We can't go inside. I can't. Willow needs to be here, its her home, I had it transferred to her before, I was changed." She took his face into her hand and kissed him once more. He turned and walked along the path and found a soft spot of grass. The sky was open to them, and bright with stars. It was a cool night and in the distance the waves crashed against the rocks beneath the cliffs that lay walking distance from her home. They lay beside each other saying nothing. Spike pushed her down on her back. Kissing her softly he caressed her cheek and ran his hand down her neck, then past her shoulder and down her arm until he held her hand. He raised his head and looked down at her, as she ran her fingers lightly across his cheek.
"I told Wesley we belonged to each other." He said.
"We do."
"I want to be yours completely, Buffy." His eyes gleamed and tore into her like a bolt of lightning. She knew what he wanted.
"Are you sure Spike? It.it's for life."
"Without you I have no life." He kissed her again, yet this time she felt the need in him. She felt the desire in his hands as they slowly undressed her. They separated long enough to complete their undressing of each other. She took control of him now. Guiding him to the ground and sitting him so she could straddle him. They sat face to face. He moaned and laid his head on her shoulder. God how he ached for her; how he wanted to bury himself deep inside of her and never come out. His hands ran up and down her back and he could feel the vibrations of her purring against him.
His breathing was becoming heavy, and as she licked his neck she felt the shiver pass through his entire body. He waited patiently for her. She kissed his neck then his temple, his eyelids and finally whispered into his hear.
"Now, please Spike, now."
He placed his hands underneath her soft bottom and lifted her slightly. He slid into her slowly. He was where he wanted to be every moment of his life since he had met her; no before then, since he had felt her soul pass through him all those many nights. He was inside of her, and he was in heaven. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she rocked herself against him. He brought a hand to her breast and squeezed it gently, then placed his other hand at the small of her back. They barely moved yet there was enough motion to cause the right amount of friction.
"You belong to me Spike, your mine." She licked his neck.
"You're mine Buffy." He licked her neck, and at the same time they bit into each other. Elizabeth came instantly her body was convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. Spike thought he would faint from the sheer pleasure of it all. She was also sucking and pulling at his neck drinking his blood and lapping at his neck. She pulled back not wanting to take too much from him, as his blood tasted like no other she had taken since Wesley had turned her. In a moment of clarity she rationalized that it made sense for him to taste this way. After all there was a part of Wesley inside of him. The strength that he had given him as a child was still there, inside of him, coursing through his veins. Spike released her neck and embraced her tightly. He felt that strange feeling once more, as he did when he was a child, and Wesley had shared his blood with him. It was warm and comforting, yet this time he had tasted it. As a human he should not have even craved blood, or even enjoyed the taste of it, but this was her blood, this was her body, and like everything of hers, he wanted it all.
Without withdrawing from her he lay her down on her side then rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her. She still had her legs wrapped around him. His heart was beating at a rapid speed and he began to quicken his pace. Elizabeth felt the familiar stirring inside of her and he immediately sensed the eminent change in her, as there came a low growl from within her chest. He lifted his head and looked into her yellow eyes. She nipped at his lip and licked the tiny drop of blood that came from the tiny cut of her bite. He smiled and allowed her to suck and lick at his lip.
"We should be getting back." She said
"Will you always love me as much as you do now?" He said while he ran his hand up her back. She traced his cheekbones with her fingers.
"No. I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today, and my love will grow as each new tomorrow comes my way." He raised himself on one elbow and smiled at her.
"Buffy, I never knew you were a poet."
Chapter 34
Elizabeth rode through the forest. She followed his scent. Surprisingly she found him on the grounds of her Summers Manor. She could not go inside because technically it belonged to Willow, and she needed the invitation to come from her so she went around to the gardens. She turned around and found his scent again, and followed it to the gardens. She found him in the same spot she had seen Faith that fateful night. He was looking up at the sky and she knew he was listening to the ocean, since she had done the same thing so many times when she lived there. She ran to him and stopped just a few feet away. She approached him cautiously.
"Spike. I know what happened. Andrew told me everything." She closed to distance between them. He lowered his head and she could see his shoulder shaking. He was crying silently. He turned and fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around her waist. He wept against her chest as she held him tightly against her body. As she looked down at him, she caressed his cheek and ran her hands through his hair.
"God how you must hate me." He looked up at her. His eyes where swollen and red from crying. She lowered herself to meet his gaze, and cupped his face with her small hands.
"Far from it Spike. I love you." She kissed his lips and tasted the salt on his lips from the tears.
"How could you love me knowing what I've done, what I was. Buffy I don't deserve your love." He turned away from her, but she turned his head back to face her.
"I told you, Andrew told me everything. I know you had nothing to do with my parents' death. If anything I should thank you. When you got me out of that chapel, Ethan followed you. He found you there in the cottage and it gave me the time I needed to get to them. I didn't know it at the time, but because of you I avenged my parents' death. At least partly." She wiped the tears from his face and laid her forehead against his.
"Spike. I love you. I've loved you from the moment I sensed you, from the moment you invaded my dreams. I don't know what fate has brought us together this way and I don't care. I need you. Please come back with me." She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he held her close to him.
"I was so scared you would hate me. I couldn't live knowing you hated me." He buried his face in her neck and breathed in the scent in her hair. He pulled away from her and stared deeply into her eyes.
"I love you so much." He kissed her lips softly. She parted her lips and let his tongue enter her mouth, "Love you so much. Buffy." His hands roamed over her body, wanting to feel every inch of her. He had come so close, so close to losing her. He stood up and picked her up off the ground and walked towards the large house.
"No. We can't go inside. I can't. Willow needs to be here, its her home, I had it transferred to her before, I was changed." She took his face into her hand and kissed him once more. He turned and walked along the path and found a soft spot of grass. The sky was open to them, and bright with stars. It was a cool night and in the distance the waves crashed against the rocks beneath the cliffs that lay walking distance from her home. They lay beside each other saying nothing. Spike pushed her down on her back. Kissing her softly he caressed her cheek and ran his hand down her neck, then past her shoulder and down her arm until he held her hand. He raised his head and looked down at her, as she ran her fingers lightly across his cheek.
"I told Wesley we belonged to each other." He said.
"We do."
"I want to be yours completely, Buffy." His eyes gleamed and tore into her like a bolt of lightning. She knew what he wanted.
"Are you sure Spike? It.it's for life."
"Without you I have no life." He kissed her again, yet this time she felt the need in him. She felt the desire in his hands as they slowly undressed her. They separated long enough to complete their undressing of each other. She took control of him now. Guiding him to the ground and sitting him so she could straddle him. They sat face to face. He moaned and laid his head on her shoulder. God how he ached for her; how he wanted to bury himself deep inside of her and never come out. His hands ran up and down her back and he could feel the vibrations of her purring against him.
His breathing was becoming heavy, and as she licked his neck she felt the shiver pass through his entire body. He waited patiently for her. She kissed his neck then his temple, his eyelids and finally whispered into his hear.
"Now, please Spike, now."
He placed his hands underneath her soft bottom and lifted her slightly. He slid into her slowly. He was where he wanted to be every moment of his life since he had met her; no before then, since he had felt her soul pass through him all those many nights. He was inside of her, and he was in heaven. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she rocked herself against him. He brought a hand to her breast and squeezed it gently, then placed his other hand at the small of her back. They barely moved yet there was enough motion to cause the right amount of friction.
"You belong to me Spike, your mine." She licked his neck.
"You're mine Buffy." He licked her neck, and at the same time they bit into each other. Elizabeth came instantly her body was convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure. Spike thought he would faint from the sheer pleasure of it all. She was also sucking and pulling at his neck drinking his blood and lapping at his neck. She pulled back not wanting to take too much from him, as his blood tasted like no other she had taken since Wesley had turned her. In a moment of clarity she rationalized that it made sense for him to taste this way. After all there was a part of Wesley inside of him. The strength that he had given him as a child was still there, inside of him, coursing through his veins. Spike released her neck and embraced her tightly. He felt that strange feeling once more, as he did when he was a child, and Wesley had shared his blood with him. It was warm and comforting, yet this time he had tasted it. As a human he should not have even craved blood, or even enjoyed the taste of it, but this was her blood, this was her body, and like everything of hers, he wanted it all.
Without withdrawing from her he lay her down on her side then rolled her onto her back and lay on top of her. She still had her legs wrapped around him. His heart was beating at a rapid speed and he began to quicken his pace. Elizabeth felt the familiar stirring inside of her and he immediately sensed the eminent change in her, as there came a low growl from within her chest. He lifted his head and looked into her yellow eyes. She nipped at his lip and licked the tiny drop of blood that came from the tiny cut of her bite. He smiled and allowed her to suck and lick at his lip.
"We should be getting back." She said
"Will you always love me as much as you do now?" He said while he ran his hand up her back. She traced his cheekbones with her fingers.
"No. I'll love you more tomorrow than I do today, and my love will grow as each new tomorrow comes my way." He raised himself on one elbow and smiled at her.
"Buffy, I never knew you were a poet."