A/N: Things get a little... spicy in this one :)
Kat sat on the floor in Willow and Tara's dorm room. After turning up and rambling about her current worrying thoughts, the witches had been more than happy to help her. The smell of many herbs assaulted her nose, most of all lavender. It wasn't unpleasant either. But it did little to ease her nerves over what the spell might tell her. Tara sat down beside her as Willow turned off the lights and lit some candles.
"I'm sure it'll be okay," Tara murmured soothingly, giving Kat a sympathetic look. Kat nodded tensely. She wouldn't be able to relax until she found out the answers. The three girls joined hands as Willow started muttering Latin. Kat had thought about picking up the dead language just so she knew the things Willow would say during spells. For all she knew, the red head could have been talking about poodles. Just like the first time, Kat felt a breeze ruffling her hair and Willow's grip on her hand tightened. The breeze ended abruptly and Willow gasped for air before she relaxed.
"The connection's severed, isn't it? Oh god, is he fated to someone else now? Is it someone I know?" Kat rambled nervously, falling down the rabbit hole of despair. Willow reached out and took her hand, Kat felt like she might throw up.
"You're soulmates," she explained with a grin. Kat blinked dumbly for a moment as her brain tried to soak in the words.
"We're…" she muttered, shock all over her face.
"Soulmates. Full on, both souls included, soulmates," Willow beamed. Tara squealed and practically threw herself at Kat, Willow joining in on the hug as Kat felt dumbstruck and awed.
"You should tell Spike!" Willow insisted, almost bouncing she was so excited.
"Should I? Do you think he'd care that much?" She asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.
"Are you kidding? He'll be so happy!" Tara insisted with a smile.
"He is a big sap like that," Willow giggled. Kat smiled to herself. He kind of was. Maybe the news would make him happy. After thanking the witches, she set off to his crypt. The sun was only just starting to go down and they were supposed to see each other at the magic shop later. She couldn't sit there and wait though. She wanted to tell him. See how he reacted. Would it mean as much as it meant to her? They were already connected and that had been enough. But being full blown soulmates seemed an even bigger deal and she hadn't been able to stop the stupid smile on her face as she made her way there. Of course her brain had convinced her the likely outcome would be that they wouldn't be connected. Always the pessimist. She had trust issues with the world.
She knocked once she got there, but too anxious to stand and wait, she pushed open the door. Spike was just getting up from the couch where he'd seemingly been watching Passions.
"Couldn't wait to see me?" He asked, grinned as he made his way over to her.
"I couldn't, actually," she murmured, her hands toying with the zip of her jacket. He frowned a little, tilting his head as he looked at her.
"What's wrong?" He asked seriously. Could he hear her heart going a mile a minute? Or maybe it was a weird look on her face.
"I uh… so last night it occurred to me. Now you're all… souled and stuff… it could have changed our connection. And you know me and my brain. I convinced myself that we weren't connected anymore. So I went to see Willow and Tara, asked them to do the spell again," she rambled nervously. He looked surprised by her admission, squaring his shoulders a little.
"What did they say?" He asked warily as he looked down. He had an apprehensive look on his face like he was also thinking the worst. She laughed, not meaning to but feeling all kinds of things from what she was about to tell him.
"We're full on soulmates," she explained simply. His head snapped up to her then, his eyes as wide as saucers and she was surprised to see them glistening with unshed tears. Willow hadn't been wrong about him being a sap but she didn't think he'd be this emotional over it.
"Soulmates? Real soulmates?" He asked in a whisper, slowly walking closer to her.
"100%, both souls included, soulmates," she smiled at him. He let out a delighted laugh before his lips descended on hers. The kiss held so many emotions in it and she kissed him back just as desperately.
When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers, still looking like he was coming to grips with the news. She fisted his shirt, letting his scent wash over him. She found that urge again, her body telling her what it wanted. Remembering Buffy's words and the revelation she'd just been through, she decided to throw caution to the wind. She looked at him, leaning in and capturing his lips once again. Her hands slipped up his shirt, reveling in his soft and slightly cold skin under her fingertips.
"Take me to bed," she murmured against his lips, need coating her every word. He looked surprised, brows raised as he blinked at her.
"You're sure?" He asked softly. She gave him a smile and leaned in, nipping at his lower lip and making a sinful moan escape him.
"Wouldn't ask if I wasn't," she said firmly. She wanted him and she was sick of fighting it.
She squeaked when he suddenly lifted her up, her legs winding around his middle as he kissed her with even more heat. She wasn't sure how he managed it, but before long, her feet were hitting the floor in the lower level of his crypt. The kisses became even more intense as she tugged his shirt off and he did the same to her. He inhaled sharply, seeing her in her jeans and her black lacy bra. His hands wandered her skin as she worked on his belt, hastily tossing it to the floor as she undid his jeans. He quickly shimmied out of them, tugging his boxers down at the same time. Her eyes drifted to him, unable not to look. He was a little bigger than average and she definitely wasn't disappointed. He gave her a lascivious grin before he pushed her backwards and she fell onto the bed. He tugged her boots off before he eased her jeans down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.
He left kisses on her skin, starting at her stomach and moving up to her breasts. She felt like she couldn't breathe with anticipation, squirming under him on the bed. His hands slid behind her, unclasping her bra before pulling it off.
"So perfect, luv," he murmured as his heated gaze traveled her body. She blushed but she couldn't dwell on it. Suddenly his mouth was laving her with attention again as he took her nipple into his mouth. She moaned, a hand fisting his hair and making his own moan leave his lips. He gave the other breast the same attention before his kisses started trailing lower and lower. He glanced up at her, pupils blown wide from need, yet still silently asking if she wanted to continue. She gave him a smile, her cheeks flushed and her hair messy. With that, he hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs.
He spread her legs for him, his hands smoothing up her inner thighs. She felt exposed but he gave her no time to think about it as he placed wet and dirty kisses on the inside of her thighs. Her heart was stuttering in her chest, soft whimpers leaving her lips as his kisses got closer and closer to where she was aching for him. She shouldn't have been surprised he was a tease, but she'd be a liar if she said she wasn't enjoying it. When he reached his destination, he ran his nose along her slit as he inhaled deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest. She felt her face heat up so much at the animalistic display, she was surprised she didn't spontaneously combust.
"You know how long I've thought about devourin' you, Kitten?" he asked, a dark tone to his voice that had arousal flooding her system even more. Her witty reply was dead on her tongue as he gave her a languid lick from her entrance to her clit. Her back arched as she gasped, one of her hands once again winding into his hair as the other gripped the sheets next to her. He started off with teasing circles around her clit and she was sure he was trying to murder her at this point. She was squirming, soft little moans leaving her lips. He hooked his arms around her thighs to keep her in place and keep her wide open for him. It was torturous pleasure. The kind that was enough to drive her crazy but not enough to push her over the edge. She started feeling like she was descending into delirium with his slow teasing licks.
"Spike, please," her breathless plea surprised even her, barely recognising her own voice. He growled, his grip on her thighs tightening before he started sucking vigorously at her clit. A strangled moan got ripped from her lips, her voice catching in her throat as she tugged hard on his hair. It felt like everything melted away and all she could focus on was the pleasure he was giving her. It felt like an exorcism as her back bowed intensely and her moans got louder and more desperate. Like a string pulled taut, she snapped, barely able to breathe through her moans as her release crashed into her like a tidal wave. He eased her through it until she came back to herself, feeling like her soul had left and gone to a different dimension entirely. She lay there panting, not remembering the last time someone made her feel that way. She was sure it was never. She was in her own world, coming down from her high, when she felt him kissing his way slowly back up her body. She felt his erection pressing against her leg as he moved up, nipping and leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on every bit of skin he could reach.
When he got to her neck, he nipped it and she gasped, a thrill running through her body she hadn't anticipated. He chuckled against her skin, sucking on her neck and leaving behind what she knew would be a wicked looking mark. Then he was suddenly gripping her jaw firmly and staring down at her with a very intense and predatory look. She blinked at him, still dazed from the high he'd given her. He looked a little pleased with himself at the state of her and if her brain had been working, she'd have said something to wipe the smug look off his face. He leaned down, his lips hovering over hers but not quite touching them. She leaned up trying to chase them but he moved away with a smirk.
"Tease," she huffed softly, making his smirk grow.
"Just enjoyin' the sight of you all needy for me, luv," he drawled. She suddenly felt breathless again. He was far too happy with how he'd scrambled her brain.
"Spike," she murmured, a pleading tone to her voice. She saw how his pupils were blown wide and he swallowed thickly as he looked down at her. She arched up at him, rubbing against him as she did and causing his eyes to squeeze shut with a soft moan.
"I need you," she breathed softly. His eyes snapped open, giving her a look like she was made of gold. Then his lips were once again on hers. It wasn't a fast and angry kiss though. It was slow yet heated. His tongue tangled with hers and she wound her arms around his neck, a hand going to his hair.
He hitched one of her legs up and she felt the tip of his cock rub against her, making her gasp into his mouth. She felt him moving a little as he lined himself up with her, his lips finally separating from hers as he gave her a meaningful look. She knew he was once again making sure she was ready for this. She blinked up at him, pressing his head down to hers as she placed a sweet kiss to his lips in answer. When he pushed into her, she moaned against his lips at the feeling of being so full. They moved together like a synchronized dance, bodies melded as their moans mixed together. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh as he fucked her and she arched into him more, needing to be even closer to him if that was possible. He started lavishing her neck with attention, kissing, biting and sucking on it. It only served to make her squirm against him as her pleasure started building up once more. Her grip on his hair tightened as she moved against him, her other hand's nails were digging into his back without her even realizing it,
"You're an angel," he murmured, voice no more than a whisper against her neck as he thrust in and out of her. Her heart faltered for a moment, his words taking her back to the basement when Spike had gotten his soul back. For her. She felt overcome with emotion as she got higher and higher, ready to crash back down at any second.
"Spike," his name tumbled from her lips like a fervent prayer and she wasn't really sure what she was asking for. He seemed to know her better than she knew herself as he got a little faster and harder, pushing her right over the edge she'd been dangling off. She came with a cry, back arching as her hand in his hair tugged harshly. He growled, the hand gripping her thigh squeezing it roughly as he rut into her a few more times and then came with a loud moan. He gave her a few more lazy thrusts as they both came down from their high and she felt like she couldn't move. She was sure her bones had dissolved and turned into liquid.
He moved to look at her, his blue eyes wide and holding many emotions she was in no condition to decipher. He gave her a soft sweet kiss that she melted into, feeling like she'd been to heaven and back. When he pulled out of her, she suddenly felt very empty. He tugged her over to him to lay on his chest. His skin was cool and soothing to her very flushed and hot skin. She felt the deep tug of sleep pulling at her and her eyes struggled to stay open, fluttering shut as Spike's arms wrapped around her like a comforting blanket. Endorphins flooding her system, she was powerless to fight the call of sleep. She was pulled under without much effort, her body relaxing fully against his as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.