Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I never will and I do not own Spike, sadly, I'm just borrowing them for this story.
Author's Notes: Enjoy and review! the more comments, the faster I update.
Chapter 2
Buffy patrolled through the cemetery, spinning the stake around and around in her hand. Her thoughts swirled around her mother, Dawn, Glory, Riley, all of it. She was stalking around, waiting for a vamp to take her frustrations out on, she couldn't handle it all. Sure she was older, and sure she was stronger physically, but she still didn't understand the way that the world was working. She had found what was supposed to be the man of her dreams, but, she couldn't allow herself to let her defenses down around him.
With Angel it had been different, he could make her cry, it was unpredictable and it was passionate. With Riley, they had almost entered a routine. And then her mom's illness hit and all of her attention went there, that and the whole thing with Glory and Dawn being the key and it was all just so aggravating. Seemed anymore like Spike of all people was the only one who seemed to understand her.
Walking by another mausoleum she stopped and sat down on a bench, cracking her fingers and taking just a moment to breathe and make her thoughts stop swirling around her head. It didn't work. Her mom was in surgery now, and what if it didn't work? What if she didn't make it through? What if Glory found out about Dawn? What would happen? Why couldn't she beat Glory? Every time that she faced her she got her ass kicked. And then her mind traveled back to that night over a year ago. It was something that she had never told anyone about. When Willow's "Will be done spell" had happened.
Her thoughts drifted to the peroxide haired vampire and she sighed as she closed her eyes, remembering that night. They had slipped off at one point and Spike had led her away from Giles's apartment, to his crypt when they had told him that they did need to patrol. He had only groaned and shooed them away, eager to be rid of the smooching twosome.
They had practically raced to Spike's crypt that he had set up. Slamming the door behind them, he pushed her up against the cold stone, the cool stone and his cool body sandwiching her. His hands traveled up her sides, under her green top, gliding over her skin, leaving a heated trail even though his hands were cold.
She had wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her clothed sex against him. As he plundered her neck with kisses she breathed out husky words "Oh Spike. I love you. Oh Spike, I need you." He had just growled in return and she could feel his hardness growing beneath his jeans and he was huge and still growing. Pulling her down from the wall, they traveled further into his crypt, both somehow losing their shirts along the way.
She was surprised at his chiseled features, cut like white marble as though he were a Greek statue that she had seen in her Art History books. His jeans rode low on his hips and her eyes traversed their way down the cut line on his hips heading down to where his jeans covered his arousal.
Taking the initiative, she pushed him backwards and they both fell onto the bed as his arms were locked around her in a tight embrace that was so loving and so hungry for passion.
She sat there in the cemetery now, lost in the memory, aroused by it.
Looking around she stood up and straightened out her clothes. This wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to think about that, not Spike. It just wasn't right. It was crazy, insane and she'd already told him that there was nothing between them. She loved Riley and it was time that she started acting like it. Now if she could just stop thinking about the night of the most amazing sex that she had ever had in her life, things would just be peachy.
Spike rounded the corner and his senses were assaulted by the smell of an intense arousal. A smell that seemed so familiar, yet hard to place at the same time. Most likely some high school or college couple who had decided to go in for some after hours sex capades in the cemetery, not realizing just what was out here at this late hour.
He moved like a cat, slipping silently through the area, lurking, hunting his prey, his muscles practically rippling under his clothes, his blue eyes sharp in the dark of night. He came up alongside the mausoleum and stood there for a second, listening for any hint that the person may know that he was there and that's when he saw her, standing up and unruffling her clothes, her face flushed as though she was ashamed of her thoughts.
There she was, his blonde goddess, and alone. The air was potent of her arousal. He leaned his head back and groaned, his pants already uncomfortably tight, gripping the letter tightly in his hand, the paper crumpled and made just enough noise to alert her to his position.
"Hello? Alright you know what, I don't take kindly to peeping Tom vampires, so you know what, you are so gonna get staked..." Her quips came through gasps and he couldn't move despite his brain telling him to do so. His body was rooted there to the ground and his heart was telling him to go to her.
Finding his voice he managed to get himself under control and stepped out from the shadows. "It's only me Slayer. And don't worry, wasn't watchin ya. Just got a piece of mail thought that you might be interested in." He held out his hand and she snatched it away from him, surprise on her beautiful features and worry that he might have seen her, and something else was in her eyes, something more feral, savage, Spike couldn't place it.
"What are you talking about Spike?" Uncrumpling the letter she began to read the lines. "Why does this pertain to me? And who is William Evans?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "It's me Slayer, I'm bloody William Evans. And it does pertain to you. Remember that soddin spell that Red cast little over a year ago when she was hurtin because of wolf boy? Yeah, that one. Well I think she forgot to fix something. We're married, like it or not, we are. For some odd reason the spell didn't completely reverse itself and I know I know, don't give me that look, we were only engaged, but think back, we were just gonna do the big thing for all the scoobies, we were already technically married, stupid bint and her wording of her will." Finishing his rant he stared back at the woman in front of him, her mouth just about hanging on the ground. "Well don't look so bloody excited. We'll get divorced good and proper and you can be back in time for a nice boring shag with Captain Cardboard. What?"
"We, We're... married?" She ran her fingers through her hair and looked around for and escape route, she couldn't look at him, not when she'd been thinking of that time over a year ago and actually getting off on a memory in the middle of a cemetery.
"Slayer calm down. Anyways, how's your mum? She outta surgery yet?" His eyes were filled with concern for her, like he actually loved her. It was like that night when he had consoled her after she had so harshly shut him down. Looking up into his eyes she actually let herself speak without thinking about what he might think of her.
"Not yet, she's, I don't know, I just couldn't sit in there anymore, waiting for someone to show up. Spike... I'm scared. What if she doesn't make it, what am I supposed to do? Before she went into surgery she told me what she wanted if she didn't make it, all the preparations for the fu.. fune...funeral."
He wanted so bad to take her into his arms and comfort her as he saw the tears gather in her eyes. It wasn't his place however even though he was by all law her husband. "Buffy, things will be alright, but you better get back to your mum and little bit. They're gonna need you."
She watched him as he turned on his heel, walking away, his leather duster billowing out behind him.
Author's Notes: Enjoy and review! the more comments, the faster I update.
Chapter 2
Buffy patrolled through the cemetery, spinning the stake around and around in her hand. Her thoughts swirled around her mother, Dawn, Glory, Riley, all of it. She was stalking around, waiting for a vamp to take her frustrations out on, she couldn't handle it all. Sure she was older, and sure she was stronger physically, but she still didn't understand the way that the world was working. She had found what was supposed to be the man of her dreams, but, she couldn't allow herself to let her defenses down around him.
With Angel it had been different, he could make her cry, it was unpredictable and it was passionate. With Riley, they had almost entered a routine. And then her mom's illness hit and all of her attention went there, that and the whole thing with Glory and Dawn being the key and it was all just so aggravating. Seemed anymore like Spike of all people was the only one who seemed to understand her.
Walking by another mausoleum she stopped and sat down on a bench, cracking her fingers and taking just a moment to breathe and make her thoughts stop swirling around her head. It didn't work. Her mom was in surgery now, and what if it didn't work? What if she didn't make it through? What if Glory found out about Dawn? What would happen? Why couldn't she beat Glory? Every time that she faced her she got her ass kicked. And then her mind traveled back to that night over a year ago. It was something that she had never told anyone about. When Willow's "Will be done spell" had happened.
Her thoughts drifted to the peroxide haired vampire and she sighed as she closed her eyes, remembering that night. They had slipped off at one point and Spike had led her away from Giles's apartment, to his crypt when they had told him that they did need to patrol. He had only groaned and shooed them away, eager to be rid of the smooching twosome.
They had practically raced to Spike's crypt that he had set up. Slamming the door behind them, he pushed her up against the cold stone, the cool stone and his cool body sandwiching her. His hands traveled up her sides, under her green top, gliding over her skin, leaving a heated trail even though his hands were cold.
She had wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her clothed sex against him. As he plundered her neck with kisses she breathed out husky words "Oh Spike. I love you. Oh Spike, I need you." He had just growled in return and she could feel his hardness growing beneath his jeans and he was huge and still growing. Pulling her down from the wall, they traveled further into his crypt, both somehow losing their shirts along the way.
She was surprised at his chiseled features, cut like white marble as though he were a Greek statue that she had seen in her Art History books. His jeans rode low on his hips and her eyes traversed their way down the cut line on his hips heading down to where his jeans covered his arousal.
Taking the initiative, she pushed him backwards and they both fell onto the bed as his arms were locked around her in a tight embrace that was so loving and so hungry for passion.
She sat there in the cemetery now, lost in the memory, aroused by it.
Looking around she stood up and straightened out her clothes. This wasn't right, she wasn't supposed to think about that, not Spike. It just wasn't right. It was crazy, insane and she'd already told him that there was nothing between them. She loved Riley and it was time that she started acting like it. Now if she could just stop thinking about the night of the most amazing sex that she had ever had in her life, things would just be peachy.
Spike rounded the corner and his senses were assaulted by the smell of an intense arousal. A smell that seemed so familiar, yet hard to place at the same time. Most likely some high school or college couple who had decided to go in for some after hours sex capades in the cemetery, not realizing just what was out here at this late hour.
He moved like a cat, slipping silently through the area, lurking, hunting his prey, his muscles practically rippling under his clothes, his blue eyes sharp in the dark of night. He came up alongside the mausoleum and stood there for a second, listening for any hint that the person may know that he was there and that's when he saw her, standing up and unruffling her clothes, her face flushed as though she was ashamed of her thoughts.
There she was, his blonde goddess, and alone. The air was potent of her arousal. He leaned his head back and groaned, his pants already uncomfortably tight, gripping the letter tightly in his hand, the paper crumpled and made just enough noise to alert her to his position.
"Hello? Alright you know what, I don't take kindly to peeping Tom vampires, so you know what, you are so gonna get staked..." Her quips came through gasps and he couldn't move despite his brain telling him to do so. His body was rooted there to the ground and his heart was telling him to go to her.
Finding his voice he managed to get himself under control and stepped out from the shadows. "It's only me Slayer. And don't worry, wasn't watchin ya. Just got a piece of mail thought that you might be interested in." He held out his hand and she snatched it away from him, surprise on her beautiful features and worry that he might have seen her, and something else was in her eyes, something more feral, savage, Spike couldn't place it.
"What are you talking about Spike?" Uncrumpling the letter she began to read the lines. "Why does this pertain to me? And who is William Evans?"
He groaned and rolled his eyes. "It's me Slayer, I'm bloody William Evans. And it does pertain to you. Remember that soddin spell that Red cast little over a year ago when she was hurtin because of wolf boy? Yeah, that one. Well I think she forgot to fix something. We're married, like it or not, we are. For some odd reason the spell didn't completely reverse itself and I know I know, don't give me that look, we were only engaged, but think back, we were just gonna do the big thing for all the scoobies, we were already technically married, stupid bint and her wording of her will." Finishing his rant he stared back at the woman in front of him, her mouth just about hanging on the ground. "Well don't look so bloody excited. We'll get divorced good and proper and you can be back in time for a nice boring shag with Captain Cardboard. What?"
"We, We're... married?" She ran her fingers through her hair and looked around for and escape route, she couldn't look at him, not when she'd been thinking of that time over a year ago and actually getting off on a memory in the middle of a cemetery.
"Slayer calm down. Anyways, how's your mum? She outta surgery yet?" His eyes were filled with concern for her, like he actually loved her. It was like that night when he had consoled her after she had so harshly shut him down. Looking up into his eyes she actually let herself speak without thinking about what he might think of her.
"Not yet, she's, I don't know, I just couldn't sit in there anymore, waiting for someone to show up. Spike... I'm scared. What if she doesn't make it, what am I supposed to do? Before she went into surgery she told me what she wanted if she didn't make it, all the preparations for the fu.. fune...funeral."
He wanted so bad to take her into his arms and comfort her as he saw the tears gather in her eyes. It wasn't his place however even though he was by all law her husband. "Buffy, things will be alright, but you better get back to your mum and little bit. They're gonna need you."
She watched him as he turned on his heel, walking away, his leather duster billowing out behind him.
