I was going to post a chapter a night but with the threat of losing our internet while they do repairs on our street, I figured I would just post the lot. Apologies to all. Hope its not too bad.
Heads Up - Sexy times in this chapter. Skip to chapter 24 if you prefer to skip my attempt at writing smut. You won't really miss much as I will put a safe catchup in the next chapter
A cool hand slid across her back and she leant back into the welcoming embrace of Spike, her eyes staring blindly out of the window of her room. His arms folded around her and he drew her tight against him, his face buried in her golden hair as he drew in a breath and scented her. She smiled and lay her arms along his and hugged him back, both of them taking a brief moment to soak in the comfort of each other.
Another scenting breath and Spike released her to turn her to face him, one hand cupped and caressing the side of her face, the other wrapping back around her waist to hold her close. She leant into the touch of his hand, feeling it with her heart as well as her skin.
"Are you ready for this, pet?" And Buffy knew he meant more than just the foreseeable battle. Again she wondered how this incredible creature had ever become hers. This man who had always seen so deeply into her when no one else had bothered to even scratch the surface. She leaned forward and rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his slim waist. She breathed in his scent herself, taking the comforting air of leather, smoke and spice deeply into herself.
"I feel as though everything has led to this day." She murmured, knowing his vampire hearing would hear. Buffy felt Spike nod against her and she smiled sadly this time, her eyes still closed. Of course he understood. He always did. Fighting evil was one thing, fighting family was a battle that wounded more than flesh. Fighting family led to scars that rarely healed well.
She knew though, no matter what happened, he would always have her back. No matter what went down tomorrow, she knew she had his full support in every way, both now and in the aftermath. It was a sensation she felt for the first time in her life and a tear slipped out at that thought.
Spike felt the dampness run along his thumb and nudged her face up to look at his. When her eyes finally opened and met his, he pressed a soft kiss to her lips. His thumb stroked across her face, wiping away the tear and she smiled up at him, blue eyes meeting green. Shaking her head wordlessly, she brushed away the unasked question and returned the gentle kiss with one of her own.
In the time he had fully returned to her, they had shared all manner of kisses, from wild and passionate and gentle and loving. They had necked like horny teenagers after a patrol or two. They had traded quiet caresses laying in the pod in the hushed privacy. They had traded passionate meetings while mucking about on the couches, laughter and joy intermingling like newlyweds.
But other than that one time, they hadn't gone any further.
Tonight in an unspoken need, they slowly undressed each other, stroking and caressing as each item of clothing fell away. Lips met and tongues kissed as hands touched.
Spike tugged Buffy to him and then turned her back to the room. A few steps and Buffy felt the bed bump the backs of her knees. Pulling at her vampire, she sank onto the softness, the hard angles of the man pressing down on her a very pleasing counterpoint.
Spike nuzzled at her neck and she stretched her head to the side, inviting him to play on the stretch of golden skin. His blunt teeth nipped at her skin just under her jaw and she shivered, clutching him to her. Hands explored the cool smooth skin of his shoulders and arms, finding the dips and ridges that she had fought so hard to ignore last time.
Spike sucked hard, a bruise forming over her pulse, drowning in the sensation of blood pumping mere millimetres under the skin. His hands pulled Buffy close, wrapped around shoulder and waist. Buffy grabbed his long hair and pulled it back, raising his head until she could capture his lips with her own and she sucked in his bottom lip as she kissed him until she was breathless.
Her legs wrapped around slim hips and his erection pressed against the dip between hip and mound, causing her to shudder at the heady weight of it.
Memories swarmed her mind, always ready and waiting to flash across her inner eye thanks to the Argbon. Memories she never thought she would want to remember when making them, now ran past and she felt her core suddenly drench at the flashes of skin and recollections of past pleasures.
Spike felt the heat and shuddered hard, his hand skimming down her side and he lifted one hip to allow access to the wet interior of his lover.
Buffy threw her head back, pleasure spiking as Spike's fingers drifted across curls and dipped past heated flesh to touch her core. Cool on hot was a never forgotten pleasure and Buffy's body trembled as Spike's fingers delved deeper into her wet heat.
Lips continued to lap at her sensitive neck and Buffy groaned deeply, the twin sensations of neck and groin melding in the middle to form a hot ball of pleasure and Buffy felt her entire body throb in one giant pleasure pulse.
Her hands now stroked and clawed gently at Spike's back and hips as he worked two fingers gently in and out of her hot passage. His mouth having moved down from the feast that was her neck, now suckling roughly at her breasts, switching from one to the other as though he was trying to decide which one he loved the best. Love bites were spreading from one breast to the other and Buffy prayed he would never stop. Her groan filled the room when she felt him lift off her and she scrambled to pull him back to the warmth of her hold. But he chuckled deeply and shuffled down the bed until she could feel the huff of his laughter against her heated quim. The memory that shot across her mind nearly caused her to come in that very second. His tongue wasn't just clever with words, she remembered very very clearly.
The gasping scream that echoed around the room was testament to the cleverness of that tongue moments later.
Muscular forearms pinned down thrusting hips as Spike worked his tongue into her opening while his fingers flicked gently at her clit simultaneously. Buffy's hands pulled roughly at his now twisted locks and Spike chuckled, causing Buffy's entire body to clench tight at the vibrations that rocked her from head to toes. He continued to lap at her quiff, fucking her with the strong muscle every few strokes until he felt her body seize. Fingers pinched the tiny bud as he stabbed her with his tongue and he struggled to hold the suddenly thrashing woman on the bed. Her body arched up off the mattress and her thighs fair crushed his head as her body was wracked with waves of ecstasy. As he felt her body begin to shake, he flattened his tongue and laved gently from the base of her opening all the way up to her now throbbing bud and was rewarded as Buffy's body again tightened and thrust back off the bed. He kept going until suddenly, her body slumped back down onto the soft blankets, her breath wheezing from gasping lungs.
As her body slowly relaxed, so did the attentions he showed until he was merely kissing light pecks to the swollen flesh as her body gently shuddered and shook as it almost dissolved into the mattress beneath it. Finally she was completely still, even the random shudders now gone. He placed a final kiss and crawled up the now quiescent woman beneath him, placing a trail of wet kisses as he went until he was lying beside her, kissing her jaw and lips as she seemly dozed.
His now aching erection was pressed against Buffy's hip and her slowly quietening heart caused her body to rock ever so slightly against the sensitive flesh and he revelled in the feeling. He rested his head on one cocked arm while the other splayed gently on the tanned stomach of the stunning woman beside him.
He leaned back and simply took in the sight before him, soaking in the feeling of euphoria of knowing that this angel, this vision, was truly his. If his heart could beat, it would have broken through his chest. Tears gathered and he cursed the poet that was sprouting verses of exaltation and devotion in his mind and he bit his cheek to halt both the words and the tears. Stupid wanker, he thought.
But he was shocked back to himself when he felt a warm hand press to his cheek and he looked to see his Buffy smiling lovingly up at him, her lips red and kiss swollen, evidence of their passion. He couldn't stop himself and leant down to suckle at them, caressing them and sweeping them with his tongue. He grinned when he felt her shudder anew at the touch.
Buffy sighed as the bliss continued to sweep through her body. God he was a … well, God in bed! She chuckled at the thought and gazed up at her love. He smiled and pressed another, then another kiss to her tender lips.
It wasn't until she squirmed with rising lust again that she recognised the heavy weight against her hip and realised that he hadn't come before and she smiled at the remembrance it provoked. He had always been a generous lover even when, no - especially when she hadn't deserved it. Many times she had run when she had gotten off, leaving him full and probably aching.
But not tonight. And never again either.
She waited until he was suckling at her breasts, his tongue working one whilst his hand tweaked her other nipple, to swing her leg over his hip and flip them over.
Within a heartbeat, Spike was under her and she was straddling his thighs, his shaft pressing hard into her lower belly as she lowered herself to sip at his lips. She undulated her body, causing her belly to rub his erection and she smiled into his gasp as she sucked at his lower lip.
"My turn" she whispered, the first words either had said since they started. His full body shudder testament to the desire swelling in them both.
She grabbed his wrists and drew them up above his head and with a pat, wordlessly telling him to keep them there. A quick glance at his face and she knew he understood. She kissed along his jawline and smiled at the corresponding shiver that wracked his entire body. Trailing down his neck, she sucked marks with nipping lips and scraping teeth the whole way down, knowing they would be gone by morning, but unable to resist. At one point, she stopped and suckled hard, drawing borrowed blood to the surface to darken the pale skin. She couldn't stop herself and as she pulled away to view her handiwork, she bit with blunt teeth, hard enough to leave an imprint of tiny slayer teeth. Spike shuddered and growled roughly, his arms snapped down hard around her and Buffy knew that if she looked up, she would see gold eyes and white fangs and suddenly she couldn't think of anything else she wanted to see right then and there.
With a final harsh suck and another scrape of teeth, she pulled herself up and stared down at the man she loved more than anything else. Yellow eyes and a bumpy forehead stared back at her, uncertainty glimmering in the golden orbs. Buffy smiled gently and keeping eye contact, leaned down and placed a kiss on the teeth filled mouth. Spike's gasp of surprise brushed past her lips and she pressed another kiss. When he didn't move to return the caress, Buffy lowered herself down until her breasts pressed firmly against his chiselled chest and she swept her tongue repeatedly across his lips until she could force it wetly past them. Slowly he allowed her access until she could feel the press of his fangs against her tongue and she let it explore the sharp area.
She could feel the desire rising sharply in her own body and she wriggled against the hard body below her. All too soon, she felt she had to continue on, but promised herself that if they survived the next few days, she would spend an entire month simply exploring this side of her lover.
With a final wet sucking kiss, she squirmed until Spike relaxed his iron grip and she returned his hands to the spot above his head. He was now panting unneeded breaths and Buffy smirked at the knowledge that SHE did that, SHE had that power and she felt another rush of desire at the thought, her thighs now soaking with her slick.
Shuddering at the strength of her lust for this man, she took a quick moment to force herself back into some semblance of control. A nudging jolt from the man below had her glancing up at the questioningly raised eyebrow that she loved so much. Resisting was beyond her control now and she raised herself up to kiss at the scarred brow, causing her breasts to swing close to Spike's face. In a flash, he caught one plump mound in his mouth and Buffy moaned at the pleasure that wracked her body. It was several moments before she could bring herself back in control and she glared at the unrepentant vampire as she wriggled her breasts away from that tempting mouth. When she was far enough away, she returned to kissing and sucking her way back down his body. Neck and shoulders all received sucking kisses and as Spike shuddered underneath her, she knew she was on the right track. She spent a long time suckling and teasing his responsive nipples herself, taking utmost pleasure in the way they pebbled and rose to her touch. She arranged herself so that as she made her way down, she had trapped his throbbing shaft between her legs and had gripped with her thighs, rhythmically flexing and squeezing it between the strong thigh muscles as she nuzzled and suckled at his nipples. Spike's loud wordless moaning and thrashing told her that her torture was exquisite. A glance to his face and sight of his bitten lips and shuttered face told her that he was loving every single second of this. Embodied by the sight, Buffy shifted until his shaft was pressed from tip to base along her steaming hot core, her juices coating it in seconds.
With a choked roar, Spike broke.
Hard hands gripped her waist and she felt herself being spun until she was back under her vampire. Strong thighs shoved her legs apart and she felt her core being breached and she arched her back, desperate to feel her folds parted and her emptiness finally filled. But Spike froze and Buffy looked up in concern.
Blue eyes stared down, filled with love and worry and she smiled and wrapped her legs around his narrow hips. Question asked and answered in that moment and Buffy screamed as she was finally filled in one strong thrust.
He plunged deep into her channel until he was fully seated inside her, but he didn't take even a moment to luxuriate in the sensation. He was too far gone for that. Almost violently, he drew back and thrust in again and again, pounding into the hot wetness below him.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist trapping her to him, the other running up her back to hold her shoulder as he rammed himself into her over and over.
Buffy locked her legs around his waist, her hands clawing at his hips, urging him on, harder, faster, more. Sweat poured over her body as she strained to meet her lover, too far gone to do anything but chant Spike's name.
Buffy felt as though she was a piano wire, pulled impossibly tight and if something didn't happen, she would snap clean in two. But she couldn't think, her entire body and soul swamped by the sheer agonising yearning of completion that seemed *just* out of reach.
In a mix of lust filled fury and frustration, she reached up and yanked her vampire down, smashing their lips together in a desperate attempt to do *something*. Teeth ground together as lips and tongues mauled each other. Buffy wrenched her head back in an attempt to breathe, forcing Spike's kisses down along her throat. With a death grip on his matted curls, she hauled Spike up and assaulted his lips yet again, sucking and biting at his lips until the demon came out snarling, filled with lust for its mate. At the point where they were joined, Spike's hips thrust harder, the demon adding more power and Buffy screamed as she felt Spike's shaft grow larger, ridges that suddenly appeared spearing her with additional pleasure until she swore that she would shatter from it all.
Overwhelmed, Buffy finally succumbed to the desire she had had from the start and she yanked Spike's head to the side and sank her teeth deeply into the join between neck and shoulder, blood rushing into fill her mouth. She swallowed to clear her airways as she clutched the thrusting vampire to her tightly.
Spike threw back his head and roared, the very windows rattling at the sound. Before the sound had died away, the demon had thrust up once more and as Spike came, sank his fangs deep into the shoulder of the woman beneath him.
As Spike's teeth sank into her flesh, Buffy's entire body seized and she came harder than she had ever even dreamed possible. The entire world flashed rainbow and then whited out. Her tunnel clenched hard around Spike's shaft and another roar sounded, muffled by the mouthful of Buffy flesh. He sucked hard and drew in a mouthful of potent Slayer blood and Buffy screamed her own sound of completion.
They were trapped in a feedback loop. Every time Spike drank, Buffy's entire body clenched hard in climax. Every time Buffy clenched, Spike was seized with sensation, forcing him to suck another mouthful.
Finally, Buffy collapsed and Spike withdrew his fangs to slump, barely conscious, on top of the tiny Slayer. As consciousness slid away from the tiny Slayer, she whispered "Mine" and then all went dark.
But not before the demon atop her flashed gold eyes and growled "Yours".
Neither saw the blinding light that bleached the entire room white.
