A/N- Here it is, the last installment of this one! and this chapter isnt for children, so read carefully around the smutty parts. and leave me some love!
also, i still don't own anything. every time i try to buy spike so i can have my wicked way with him, a lawyer hands me a restraining order. it's quite sad, really.
Chapter 5
Giles stared at her, dumbfounded. "Are- are you really- Well, of course you're really-" he stammered. Spike pushed Buffy towards him gently as Giles pulled his glasses off to scrub at an imaginary spot.
"Yeah, I'm back," Buffy said. "If you guys still want me."
"If we-" Giles started. He stepped toward her, quickly wrapping her in a tight hug. "You foolish girl," he said. "Of course we want you here." Buffy muffled a sob into his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso. She'd missed them all so much. Giles was the only dad she'd ever really had, or at least the only decent one she'd had. She knew he could've helped her after what happened with Willow, and she should've let him. Now, all she wanted to do was hug him for hours and let him lecture her.
"We missed you," Giles murmured, inhaling the scent of her hair. His adopted daughter, come home. She still smelled the same. She still looked the same, save for a few extra pounds on her petite frame. She looked healthy, happy. He absolutely burst with joy at the sight of her.
"I missed you too," Buffy said, but it was muffled into his chest. He pulled her away from him, raising an eyebrow.
"What was that?" he asked with a small smile.
"I missed you, too," she said, sniffling. She gave him a watery smile and hugged him hard again.
"Is the Dawnster back?" Xander's voice hollered from the kitchen. He walked into the entryway with Anya following. When he saw Spike, he frowned. "Dawn, did you have to bring back the almighty pain-in-the-ass?" he asked jokingly. "I'd gotten used to the quiet."
"I didn't bring him back," Dawn said with a smirk. "Buffy did."
"Buffy?" Xander asked, confused. Then he looked around, seeing Buffy in the circle of Giles' arms. "Buffy," he whispered.
"Hi, Xander," she said. She leaned over to see Anya. "Hey Ahn."
"Hi Buffy!" Anya said brightly, waving. Xander still hadn't moved, his jaw dropped wide open.
"Y'know, Xand, if you keep it up, your face is gonna stick that way," Dawn warned with a chuckle. Xander blinked hard, coming out of his trance.
"Are you back?" he asked breathlessly. "Like, really back?"
"I'm really back," Buffy said, extracting herself from Giles' embrace. "For, well, kinda ever."
"Buff," Xander said again, coming to her side and crushing her to him. "Are you okay? Where were you for so long? Why'd you go? Why didn't you call us? We missed you. Were you safe? Are you okay?" Xander rambled while he hugged her to him tightly.
"You asked that already," Buffy pointed out, pulling away to look up at his face. "And yes, I'm okay. I was everywhere, and you know why I left. I called a bunch, I just never said anything. I missed you guys too, so much. Yes, I was perfectly safe, and yeah, I'm okay."
"That was rather impressive," Anya said, leaning against the stair rail. "Did you hear that, Xander? She answered every one of your insane ramble questions."
Buffy laughed, wiping happy tears from her eyes. "Hi Anya," she said, pulling the ex-demon into a tight hug. "It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you, too," Anya said. She brightened when they broke apart. "And now, Spike won't be quite so grumpy all the time, because you'll be giving him orgasms."
"Oh, I'm so glad you didn't change," Buffy laughed, hugging her again.
"Damn," Xander said. Buffy pulled away from Anya, frowning.
"Damn?" she asked.
"I owe your boyfriend 50 bucks," Xander said. Buffy raised an eyebrow at him. Xander blushed vibrantly.
"Spike bet him that if he could get you to come home, you and Spike would be together again," Dawn said. Buffy raised both eyebrows at her vampire.
"A little cocky, are we?" she asked, partially teasing. Spike mimicked her, raising her eyebrows in challenge.
"You love me," he said. "I heard you. Can't take it back now."
"You're still cocky," Buffy said.
"But you still love me," Spike argued.
"I love you," Buffy said. Xander's jaw hit the floor again. "But you're an ass." Spike opened his mouth to argue again, But Giles cut him off by clearing his throat.
"So you two have worked some things out?" he asked, looking from Buffy to Spike and back.
"Uh, yeah," Buffy said hesitantly. "I mean, we're still working on some stuff-"
"They're together," Dawn said. "Deal."
"Okay," Xander said. "Undead Boy, hurt her-"
"I'll hand you the stake, Harris," Spike said.
Buffy gaped, watching them. Xander called Spike the Bleached Wonder, and Spike retaliated by jabbing Xander's side. That turned into a scuffle, which turned into a brotherly wrestling match. By the time Spike had pinned him twice, Xander was yelling for mercy.
"Do they do this a lot?" Buffy asked Anya, watching the spectacle.
"Yes, it's quite distracting," Anya said. "Because then I get all these fantasies in my head involving me, Xander, and-"
"Yeah, I get it," Buffy said. "Please, don't go on."
"Oh, right, I forgot you're getting orgasms from Spike now," Anya said. "He must be very happy now that your breasts have gotten larger."
"Buffy's who have huh?" Xander asked, whipping his head up from the ground. Spike was perched on Xander's stomach. He smirked and ran his eyes boldly down Buffy's body.
"How 'bout we stop talking about Buff's boobs?" Dawn asked.
"Yes, I second that," Giles said, cleaning his glasses.
"Food?" Dawn suggested. "I dunno 'bout you, but I'm starving."
"You're always starving," Spike said, climbing to his feet. He held out a hand to help Xander up.
"She's growing," Xander said. "And really skinny. We should feed her more."
"I think she's a black hole," Spike grumbled.
"She's just reached perfect child-bearing age," Anya said. "So, Dawn it is perfectly natural for you to have sexual urges. It's not healthy to deny them. And we really should get you on the pill."
"Can we not talk about this?" Dawn asked, blushing bright red. "Not that I don't appreciate our conversations, Anya, but I'd rather not have this one."
"Fine," Anya sighed. "But don't blame me when you get pregnant."
"There was a suggestion somewhere about food?" Buffy interrupted.
"Pizza?" Xander asked, looking to Buffy.
"Sounds good to me," Buffy said. Everyone but she and Spike filed into the kitchen, and Buffy sat down wearily on the stairs, her nerves shot.
"You okay?" Spike asked, kneeling in front of her. She nodded slowly.
"It's just intense," she said. "I mean, it's like I never left, but I did. So much has changed."
"Except how they feel about you," Spike said. "They're your family, luv. They love you."
"They're your family too, now," Buffy said, smiling. "I never thought I'd see you and Xander getting along."
"Yeah, I know," he said. He moved to sit behind her on the stairs, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I love you," she whispered, leaning back into his chest.
"Love you," he answered, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck. He nibbled gently on the faded bite marks on her throat as his arms pulled her up to sit in his lap.
"Anya's right," he whispered huskily into her ear, "I am a fan of these." He slipped his hand under her shirt to cup her breast. She moaned quietly and arched, her ass grinding into his crotch.
"Spike," she gasped. She shifted in his arms so her mouth could seek his. Spike let out a throaty moan when her tongue slipped between his lips, and Buffy grinned through the kiss.
"Well, they've made some kind of progress," Dawn commented, coming back into the entryway. Spike flinched and tried to pull away, but Buffy's arms, cinched around his neck, anchored his mouth to hers.
"I'm yours," she whispered in his ear, pulling away from his lips to press soft kisses along his jaw. "This isn't like last time. I don't care who sees."
"I love you," he whispered reverently into her neck. He sucked on the skin over her pulse gently as she squirmed in his lap. They'd completely forgotten the other people in the room.
"Oh, get a room for god's sake," Dawn complained. "We don't want to watch-" She was cut off by frantic knocking on the front door. Giles frowned and pulled the heavy door open, revealing a short man in a tweed suit who was panting heavily.
"Mr. Giles!" he cried, latching onto the front of Giles' shirt. "You have to help me!"
"What is it, Quincy?" Giles asked, ushering the man inside.
"Miranda," the man called Quincy panted. "She's been taken."
"Who's Miranda?" Buffy asked, frowning at Spike.
"The new Slayer," he said, his forehead creased in what looked like worry. "She's just a kid. 15 or so."
"Back to work it is, then, huh?" Buffy said, standing. "Where do you keep weapons?"
"Same place we always did," Xander said, pointing to the chest he'd made her years ago. "What are you gonna do?"
"She's a sister Slayer. She's in trouble. Thought it was kinda obvious," Buffy said as she opened the weapons chest and drew out a sword and axe. Her voice had taken on the Slayer tone of authority again. It begged no dissent. She tossed the axe to Spike, who caught it deftly.
"Where'd she get taken?" Buffy asked the still-panting Watcher.
"Restfield," he said. "Near the Peterson crypt."
"We'll start there then," Buffy said. "So much for pizza. Save me a slice, okay guys?"
"You got it, Buff," Xander said as she and Spike started running.
"Who was that?" Quincy asked, looking around at the Scoobies. Dawn had a very Spike-like smirk.
"She's Buffy. The vampire Slayer."
Spike had caught the new Slayer's scent in Restfield, and they followed it until they came to a dark warehouse.
"Jus' like old times, hmm?" he asked with a crooked grin.
"I've got an idea," she said, mirroring his grin. She grabbed him by the lapels of his coat, hauling him to her for a burning kiss. She kicked open the warehouse door, walking in with him without breaking the kiss.
Low growls filled the air, and Buffy broke away from Spike's lips with a gasp. She pretended to shy away from the eyes of the doze or so vampires in the room. The Slayer Miranda was tied to a column in the center of the room, unconscious.
"Oh, sorry," Buffy giggled, cuddling into Spike's coat. "We didn't mean to crash your party."
"Yeah, sorry mates," Spike said, subtly moving so Buffy could pull a stake out of his pocket. "My bird here gets a tad excited."
"We were just walking, then we got really horny, so we needed a place to-" Buffy launched the stake at the nearest vamp, dusting him where he stood. Buffy and Spike leapt into battle together, hacking and slashing at the vampires. Buffy cleared a path to Miranda as Spike struggled with the last vamp. The vamp threw a vicious right hook to Spike's jaw, sending Spike's battle axe skittering across the floor.
"Spike!" Buffy yelled, tossing her sword through the air to him. Spike caught it one-handed, flipping it around to decapitate the vamp.
"That all?" Spike asked, drawing in deep, unneeded breaths. Buffy smiled at him and turned towards the still-out Miranda. She walked towards the girl, drawing a slim dagger from the waistband of her jeans to cut Miranda's binds.
"C'mon, honey, wake up," Buffy said, shaking the girl gently. The girl came to slowly, blinking in the darkness of the warehouse.
"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes locked on Buffy's face.
"She's a friend, pet," Spike said, standing behind Buffy.
"Mister Spike?" Miranda asked. "What happened? Quincy and I were training, and I don't remember anything after that."
"Do you feel sleepy?" Buffy asked, leaning in to look at her eyes. Miranda nodded slowly. Buffy glanced back at Spike, her brow creased with worry.
"Concussion?" Spike asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Buffy said. She turned back to Miranda. "Can you stand?" The girl got to her feet slowly, leaning on Buffy for support.
"Who are you?" the girl asked again.
"My name's Buffy," she said, giving the girl a quick look-over to check for more injuries.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers? The Slayer?" the girl asked. "I thought you died."
"Not lately," Buffy said, leading the girl to the door. Spike took Miranda's other arm as the girl looked to Buffy in confusion.
"I know I've got a head injury, but huh?"
Buffy chuckled. "I died, twice. It was a thing. I got over it," she said.
"Okay…" Miranda said slowly.
"I'll tell you the story sometime when you're feeling more like yourself," Buffy said.
"I don't know what happened," Miranda said. "I've never gotten that close to actually-"
"It was just their good day, honey," Buffy said. "Well, up until that end part where they got all dusty."
"How long have you been Slayer?" Miranda asked as they walked back toward the main part of town.
"God, how long has it been?" Buffy mused. "I was 15 when I was called, and I'm 23 now, so 8 years? That's a long time for one of us."
"How did you last that long?" Miranda asked.
"I had help," Buffy said, catching Spike's eye. "Now you do too. I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner."
"No, it's not," Buffy said. "And tell your Watcher I'm taking over your training. I'm sick of Slayers dying at 16. The only reason I've lasted as long as I have is because I had help."
"We'll have your back, Little Bit," Spike said, smiling softly at Buffy. She smirked at him.
"Dawn's gonna be mad you're giving her nickname to another girl," she said. They arrived at the Summers house and led Miranda up the stairs. When they opened the front door, the Watcher Quincy cried out and rushed to his Slayer's side.
"Oof, ease up, Quince," Miranda complained as he crushed her in a hug. "Recently beaten and kidnapped, y'know."
"Terribly sorry," Quincy apologized, releasing her. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Miranda said. "Miss Summers and Mr. Spike got me out."
"Sweetheart, don't call me Miss Summers," Buffy said.
"Yeah, you'll be calling her Overbearing Pain-in-the-ass soon enough," Dawn said from the living room doorway.
"Very funny, Dawnie," Buffy said. She turned around to Quincy. "I'm taking over her training, as of now."
"I think that is a brilliant idea, Buffy," Giles said. "The advice of one of the longest-living Slayers could prove invaluable to Miranda."
"That was my thought," Buffy said. "Well, right after 'Xander better not have eaten all the pizza.'"
"There's half a Hawaiian in the fridge," Dawn said.
"Sweet," Buffy said, disappearing into the kitchen. She came back holding an open pizza box in one hand, slice of cold pizza in the other.
"Hungry?" she asked, offering the box to Miranda.
"Starved," the girl said. "I'm always hungry after I patrol."
"Yeah, me too," Buffy said. "Faith- she'd be the one before you- had this theory that hunting only served to make Slayers hungry and horny."
"Explains some things," Spike said, stealing a bite of Buffy's pizza.
"Would you stop stealing my food," she sniped, nipping at his neck. Dawn yawned broadly, leaning against Giles.
"Ooh, guess you guys are tired, huh?" Buffy said.
"It's three in the morning, Buff," Dawn said.
"Yes, let's all call it a night," Giles said.
"Miranda, you wanna come over here around 2 tomorrow?" Buffy asked. "We can start your training."
"Should you really start so late?" Quincy asked in a very Watcherly tone.
"Dude, I like my sleep," Buffy said.
"Speaking of, I'm sure you can bunk with Dawnie tonight," Xander said from his state of denial.
"Yeah, Buff, I wouldn't mind," Dawn said, rolling her eyes. "Xand, I love you and all, but you're a moron."
"What?" Xander asked.
"Mr. Harris, I don't even know Buffy, and I know she's going to be sleeping in Mr. Spike's bed tonight," Miranda said.
"Damn," Xander said. "Denial used to be such a good friend to me." Anya patted his arm sympathetically, leading him upstairs to their room. Dawn and Giles said their goodnights and followed them upstairs. Miranda promised to come back tomorrow and she and Quincy left, leaving Buffy and Spike alone in the entryway.
"Eventful night," Spike commented. Buffy nodded, slipping back into the kitchen to put away the pizza. When she came back, Spike was sprawled across the living room couch. He watched as she walked around the living room, slowly, taking in the subtle changes that had happened in her house. Next to the picture of her mother, there was a picture of Willow and Tara, smiling and holding hands. There wasn't a picture of her anywhere.
"We only put up the pictures of the ones we lost," Spike said, reading her mind. She glanced back at him and he shrugged. "Down here, anyway."
"Did you put your stalker shrine back up?" she teased, sauntering over to him. He chuckled and reached a hand up to haul her down onto him. She giggled and stretched out across his length.
"I live in your room, luv," he said. "Don' rightly need more, do I?"
"Hmm, guess not," she said, laying her head down on his chest. He rubbed her back gently with one hand, reaching the other up to play with her hair. She snuggled sleepily into his chest.
"Tired, pet?"
"A little bit," she said.
"Wanna go upstairs?" he asked quietly. She lifted her head and grinned at him.
"Are you trying to get me into bed, 'Mr. Spike'?" she teased.
"It's a definite possibility," he purred. Buffy stood and held out a hand for him to take.
"Lead on," she said. He stood and took her hand, walking with her to the stairs.
"It's your room, luv," he said as they climbed upstairs together.
"No, it's not," she said. "It's yours. If you want it to be, it can be ours, but it's not just mine."
"Do you realize how completely and utterly amazing you are?" he whispered, turning to her in awe. Buffy's stomach did a funny little flip she hadn't experienced before. He was looking at her like she was golden, something to be worshipped. He opened the door to her former bedroom without looking away from her.
"Spike," she sighed, following him as he backed into the room. They were still only holding hands, his firm grip the only thing holding her down.
"What's wrong, luv?" he asked, worried. His brow furrowed and his lips turned down. "'M not expectin' nothin', y'know-"
She pressed a finger to his babbling lips. "No, baby, everything's fine. That wasn't an unhappy sigh."
"Oh," he said, dropping his eyes to the floor. "Sorry, it's just been a long time since-"
"I know, for me too," she said. "So let's take this slow." She leaned forward, kissing the corner of his mouth. "Hold still," she said. He froze. She kissed his lips, his chin, his jaw, and his cheekbones. She rose up on her toes to kiss the scar on his eyebrow, then lowered again to run her lips over his throat. He suppressed a growl when she nibbled lightly on the skin below his ear.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear.
"Buffy," he sighed. Her hands came to rest on his thin hips.
"Let me love you?" she asked, looking up at him shyly.
"Jesus, luv, you're actually asking?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes, I'm asking," she said. "I want to make love to you. I wanna make you happy."
"Baby, if you make me any happier, I'ma burst."
"Don't do that," she purred. "I haven't even gotten to taste you yet."
"Buffy," he moaned as her lips returned to his neck, sucking on his salty skin. Her hands slipped under his shirt, leaving fire trails wherever they touched him. He raised his arms as she tugged his shirt upwards and tossed it to the floor. She turned her hands to her own shirt, stripping it slowly off and letting it fall. He couldn't help but stare at her now-fuller breasts, covered by pale pink silk.
She returned her hands to his hips, guiding him to the bed. He lay back onto the pillows, crossing his long legs at the ankle. Buffy smiled at the sight he made, one arm propped lazily behind his head, the other resting across his belt buckle. She moved to the bottom of the bed, untying his boots slowly and slipping them off. Her jeans came off next, pooling to the floor around her discarded tennis shoes. Spike was practically drooling while she bent down to take off her socks. He had seen her naked, of course, when he'd helped her into the shower, but this was different. It was even different from the times they'd been together before. This time she loved him. She was the one taking her time, letting him admire her body, wrapped up like a present in pretty pink paper.
She slipped around the other side of the bed, climbing in next to him. She kissed him lazily as they pressed their torsos together. Her hands smoothed over his sin as she pulled away from his lips and slid down to kiss his collarbones. She moved down to lick his nipples briefly, then even further down to kiss his hard abdomen. He jumped when she bit down on the skin above his bellybutton and he moaned.
"Love you, God, Buffy, luv," he babbled as her hands caressed his jean-encased thighs. She unbuckled his belt and undid his fly quickly, almost ignoring his erection as it sprang free from its confines. She dragged his jeans down his legs, tossing them to the floor behind her
"Buffy," Spike sighed.
"Yes, my love?" she asked cheekily, crawling back up to kiss his mouth deeply. He gasped into her mouth when her warm hand slipped between their bodies and encircled his shaft.
"God, Buffy," he murmured. She grinned against his lips and giggled.
"You sure seem to be saying my name a lot," she observed as her hand stroked him slowly.
"'M not dreamin, right? You're really here?" He panted. She smiled and kissed his nose before slipping down his body. She kissed a trail down his chest to his waist.
"No… you're not dreaming," she said between kisses. "And yes, I'm right here." He gasped loudly and bucked his hips when her tongue darted out to lick the head of his member.
"God, Buffy, baby," he panted. She held his hips down as she wrapped her lips around his head. She hummed her approval of his strangled cry as he tried to keep his voice down. He stroked her cheek and hair as she started to move on him, taking him deeper with every journey up and down. When she dropped her hand down to cup his balls, he growled and gripped her jaw to pull her off.
"Stop," he ordered. Buffy looked up at him with slightly worried and scared eyes.
"Did I- was it- did you not like it?" she asked in a small voice.
"No, baby, that's not what I meant," he said quickly, sitting up and pulling her to straddle his thighs.
"Then why did you tell me to stop?" she asked. "I want to please you. And… wow, did I sound like the Bot right there."
He rolled his eyes. "Trust me, honey, you're pleasin' the hell out of me," he laughed, grinding his hardness against the wet crotch of her panties. He kissed her lips gently. "But I'm making love to you, sweetheart," he said. "I'm not gonna cum in your mouth."
"Aw, chivalry's not dead," she teased. She bit down on his lip gently as he reached up to unfasten her bra. His hands cupped her breasts softly and she tossed the bra away.
He pushed her down so her back hit the mattress as he lowered his head to suck hard on a rosy nipple. Buffy moaned and arched when his hand dropped to caress her through her panties. She bucked her hips, desperate for him to slip his fingers under the silk, but he held off. He moved his mouth to suck on her neglected nipple, grinning at her agonized mewls. She sighed in relief when he finally hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties and dragged them down.
He came back up to her level, thrusting his tongue past her lips at the same time as he thrust a finger into her soaking passage. She cried out sharply and nearly arched off the bed. She sobbed out his name as a second finger joined the first and his thumb found her clit.
"God, I love you," she moaned as his fingers found a spot inside her that made her legs shake. "Spike… oh, god…"
"Is God my new name now, luv?" he teased, pressing down sharply on her clit. She bit down hard on his shoulder to stifle her scream. He laughed against the pain, squeezing her hip hard with his free hand. "Cuz you seem to be sayin' it a lot," he drawled.
"I hate you," she panted.
"No you don't," he said, pressing down on her clit again to punish her for her naughty words. Her sharp cry echoed off the bedroom walls.
"I'll seriously consider it if you don't stop teasing me," she threatened.
"Jus' makin' sure you're ready, luv," he argued. He dropped the joking tone. "An' what's the rush? We've got forever, Buffy," She sighed and softened in his arms.
"Sorry," she said. "My body just got ahead of my brain."
"Not your fault, baby,' he said. His voice had its teasing tone back. "I'm a bit hard to resist."
"Well, yeah, when you do that," she argued as he hit that tender button again. He drew his fingers out of her, bringing them up to his mouth the clean her juices off. She remembered being disgusted- or maybe just acting it- when he'd done that during their affair. But now, it just got her even hotter.
"I know we've got all the time in the world and all," she said, "but if I don't have you inside me, I'm going to explode."
"What the lady wants…" he said, taking himself in hand. She spread her legs wide as he situated himself between them, holding his body off hers with one hand. He teased her again, rubbing the head of his member over her folds slowly. She thrashed her hips and tossed her head back, closing her eyes.
"Say it," he ordered. Her eyes opened in confusion, then softened when she saw his scared expression. "Please, Buffy, I need to-" he begged. She cut him off with a kiss.
"I love you, you silly man," she said, smiling at him. Her thumb stroked his cheekbone as she leaned up to kiss him again. "I love you," she repeated. "Forever. I'm yours."
He moaned her name as he sank inside her finally. Her harsh sob of pain and pleasure as he stretched her were loud to their ears. She knew their housemates could probably hear, but she couldn't be bothered to keep her voice down. Spike shifted within her and she cried out again, her nails digging trenches in his back.
"No, don't move yet," she begged. "Just… oh, god… gimme a minute…"
"God, luv, you're so- When?" He punctuated his words with sweet kisses to her face and neck.
"You," she gasped as he started the slow slide from her. "You're the only-"
"Jesus," eh murmured as she lifted her knees to change the angle slightly. She was so warm he was afraid he'd have burn marks come morning. He'd never had anything as hot, and tight, and perfect as this. Buffy. His Buffy, for real this time. She was making love with him, not just using him as a vibrator on legs.
She squeezed him with those exquisite inner muscles and he groaned loudly. He buried his face in the hollow of her throat, inhaling the nirvana that was the scent of her blood. She locked her ankles at the small of his back and wound her fingers through the short curls on his head.
"I love you," he murmured amidst a thousand whispers of love for her, this, everything. "God I love you so much." He felt her get tighter, wetter with each of his steady thrusts and he knew she was close. He sped up his movements, their bodies slamming together in perfect synchrony. His hand slipped between them to caress her clit and she exploded, crying out his name as her body shivered and spasmed. He followed her over the edge when she bit down at the juncture of his shoulder and neck to stifle her screams.
Spike's skin broke under her blunt teeth as he exploded within her with a hoarse shout of her name. She could taste his salty, coppery blood as it filled her mouth. She swallowed reflexively, drinking him down in a way she hadn't ever before. He whimpered and his cock twitched within her when she ran her tongue lightly over the wound as it healed quickly.
"You love me, right?" she asked, rubbing his back as he caught his unneeded breath slumped over her.
"You know I do," he said.
"Say it."
"I love you, Buffy. Forever," he said, kissing her collarbone where his head rested.
"I love you, too," she said. She turned her head to look at him. He was still slumped over her body lazily.
"Spike?" she asked. He grunted sleepily in response. "If I asked you if you were mine, what would you say?" That woke him back up. He rose up to look at her.
"Buffy, luv, do you know what you're asking?" he asked. "You've taken my blood-"
"I know," she said. "And when I say you're mine, I'm claiming you." She touched his face gently, smoothing the anxiety from his brow. "I love you," she said. "And I've thought this through. Since the night you found me… god, was that yesterday? It's all I can thing about. I love you, ad I want to be with you forever, if that's okay with you."
"So you're serious," he said slowly. "You really want to."
"I really want to if you do," she said. "Will you be mine? Will you let me be yours?"
"Buffy, kitten, of course I want to be yours," he said, unable to hide the tears of joy in his eyes.
"You're mine," she said, biting again on her mark, drawing blood once more. He groaned loudly as she licked her mark.
"I'm yours, baby," eh panted. She pulled her sweaty hair off her neck, exposing her throat to him.
"Buffy, I'm not sure I can-" he said, eyeing her pulsing jugular with hunger.
"You can control the demon," she said, placing her hand on the back of his head. His face shifted to his demon's and he leaned down to nuzzle her neck. Buffy could feel his member return to life inside her as he licked at her faded bite marks with his rough tongue. He started thrusting as he sucked on the skin over her vein, her hands clutching him desperately. His demon needed her to come quickly, so he dropped a hand to her clit and massaged her rapidly. His hips slammed into hers as she moaned and bucked beneath him.
When his fangs sliced through her skin, she came with a scream. He exploded within her again as he drank from her. He broke away from her neck with a gasp, licking up stray droplets of her blood as his face reverted to normal.
"You're mine," he said. "Forever. You're my girl."
"I'm yours," she gasped, almost sobbing from the intensity of her rapid orgasm. "I love you. I love you. God, Spike-"
"Oh my god," he panted, collapsing on top of her again. He pulled out of her with a groan, both feeling the loss of him within her. He lifted off of her, flopping down on his back a foot away. She rolled over, entwining her legs with his and laying her head on his chest.
"Did we really just do that?" he asked, awed. She giggled and reached up to place a kiss on her mark.
"Yeah," she sighed, snuggling into her mate's shoulder. "We just did that."
"Jesus," he murmured. She shivered as he rubbed her back lazily. "Cold, luv?" She nodded sleepily into his shoulder. He lifted her into his arms, sliding both of their bodies under the sheets.
"Hmm, I'm sleepy," she mumbled, cuddling closer into his side. He circled an arm around her shoulder and took her hand in his free one.
"Tomorrow should be interesting," he said, more to himself than to her. She leaned over and pressed a kiss over his still heart.
"Let's not worry about tomorrow until tomorrow, okay?" she suggested. "Right now I just want your arms around me."
"Right, sorry," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Brain just got a head of me there."
"Go to sleep," she said. "We've barely slept in two days."
"'M not tired," he countered. "You sleep." She yawned broadly and he couldn't suppress his own yawns of exhaustion.
"Right. Go to sleep," she ordered again. He chuckled quietly and closed his eyes. In moments they were both asleep.
Buffy'd missed waking up next to Spike, even if she'd tried to deny it when they were together. The feeling of his chest- warmed by her blood and body heat- pressed tightly against her back and his strong arm slung comfortably across her stomach was far too good to deny. She lifted his hand from her belly and pressed a kiss to his wrist. She entwined their fingers and let their hands fall back down. She fidgeted against him and his arm tightened around her. Very carefully, she slipped out from under his arm and pushed him onto his back. He released her hand and shifted in his sleep. Buffy slid the sheet down on his hips and lay down next to him on her stomach. She pressed gentle kisses to his throat, collarbone, and chest. He stayed sound asleep as she moved lower, kissing his nipples and tracing a map of his abs with her mouth. When she dipped her mouth to the defined lines of his hips, he moved in his sleep and groaned. She grinned, pressing a last kiss under his bellybutton, and moved to her final goal. He was half-hardened before she ever touched him. Slipping her hand around the base of his member, she slowly stroked him to life.
"Buffy," he murmured sleepily. She smiled in satisfaction that it was her he was dreaming about. She took him into her mouth, savoring the salty taste of his skin. He tossed his head in his sleep, and she thought it was about time he woke up.
"Wakey, wakey," she sing-songed, darting her tongue out to lap at the slit on his head. His eyes darted beneath his lids but didn't open. When she dropped her mouth to suck on the tender skin of his balls, he woke with a gasp. "Morning," she said, smiling up at him.
"Morning," he replied breathlessly. He groaned loudly and arched his back when she took his member back into her mot mouth. "Jesus, Buffy," he gasped as her lips made the agonizingly slow trip up and down. He reached down to brush the hair away from her face, cupping her cheek gently as she took him as deeply as she could. She swallowed reflexively around him, and he could feel his climax coming.
"Buffy, baby, you've gotta… stop- or 'm gonna-" His protests fell on deaf ears as she sped up her movements, bobbing up and down on him until his hands fisted in the bed sheets. He came with a shout, emptying his essence into her waiting throat.
"God, Buffy, luv," he panted as she licked her lips and moved back to lie beside him.
"Did you like it?" she asked shyly. "I haven't done that in a while, I didn't know-"
"Sweetheart, hush," he said, pulling her to him for a kiss. "You're fantastic. Bloody amazing. An' in case you din't notice, I din't fake it."
"Mm, no you didn't," she said huskily, her pupils dilating with want. Going down on him had turned her on before, but this time it was intense. It was like she could feel his pleasure as her own.
"It's the bond," he said. "We're bound by blood, pet. I feel what you feel, and vice versa. 'Ve heard stories 'bout mates bein' able to read each other's minds, but I don' know how much of that's talk."
"Whoa," she murmured. "I knew some about claims, but I didn't-" He frowned deeply and she trailed off.
"Buffy, if you didn't know…" he said slowly. "Why'd you-"
"I love you," she said, running the backs of her knuckles across his cheekbone. She smiled shyly at him. "I didn't know all the little details of a claim, but I knew I loved you. I want to be with you, for as long as I can."
"Hope you're happy with forever, then, luv," he said. "A claim lasts until one mate is killed. So 's long as one of us doesn't go jumpin' off a tower, we're eternal."
"Will I age?" she asked."Can I get sick? Or hurt? What would it take to kill us? Will it affect your soul? What about-"
"Buffy," he said, cutting her off with a kiss. "Not that Babbling Buffy isn't a turn on an' all, but I can't answer your questions if you keep askin' 'em."
"Right, sorry," she said. He gave her a small smile and kissed the tip of her nose.
"No, you will not age," he said, running his hand through her hair. "You won't get sick, an' you can get hurt, but if it wouldn't kill me, it won't kill you. Maybe I should ask Rupert for some books on it."
"Or maybe we should just figure it out as we go," she said, leaning forward to nibble on his lower lips. He growled low in his throat, sending a buzz through her body.
"I like the way you think, luv," he purred. He flipped them over so he was on top of her. The movement was so fast she didn't see it until she was already flat on her back. He kissed her lazily, his tongue torturing her mouth. She reached her arms up to rub his back and he pulled away, taking her hands in his.
"Hands off, luv," he said, pinning her wrists above her head. "You got to play, not it's my turn." She whimpered and writhed under her as he pressed wet, sucking kisses to her throat and shoulders. She gripped the headboard in her clenched fists when he moved down to kiss the swell of her breasts. Propping himself up on his arms, he looked down at her body. The slightly fuller flare of her hips, the taut flatness of her belly, those lovely perky breasts that had begged for his tongue before.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss over her heart. He shifted down again, sucking one hardened nipple into his mouth. He kneaded the other breast with one hand while she fidgeted and moaned.
"Spike," she whined. Her hands still gripped the headboard as though bound.
"Yes?" he asked, releasing her nipple with a pop.
"Can I touch you now?" she asked. One hand came down to touch him but recoiled when he bit down sharply on the flesh of her breast.
"Keep those hands up there or I'll tie 'em there," he ordered gruffly.
"Yes, sir," she said, scrunching her face up seriously. His fingertips danced over her ribs, making her laugh and thrash underneath him.
"Now, are we going to behave?" he asked. She nodded quickly and he grinned. "Good," he said, "then let me finish here." With that, he took the previously neglected nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she was mewling in pleasure again. Without warning he withdrew, trailing soft kisses over her belly.
By the time Spike parted her legs and started pressing gentling, loving kisses to the insides of her thighs, Buffy had had enough. If he decided to punish her for disobeying, she'd deal with it then. But she needed his skin. She needed to touch him while he loved her with his mouth.
She knew she should probably be quiet while her fingers ran through his curly hair, but he was doing such delicious things to her. She really couldn't keep her voice down. Nor could she stay still, and he threw and iron arm over her hips to keep her anchored to the bed. Nearly twenty minutes later, after her brought her over the edge half a dozen times, he crawled back up her body to suck lovingly on his mark. He nuzzled into her neck while she tried vainly to catch her breath.
"Oh my god," she said between pants. She gripped the back of his head, holding him to her. He dropped a hand to play with her already over-sensitized flesh. She arched and cried out again as she climaxed again, and she pulled him away from her.
"Stop, please, baby, you gotta stop," she begged. "It's too much, you're gonna kill me."
"wouldn't wan' that to happen," he said, still nuzzling at her neck. "God, you're amazing."
"Isn't that my line?" she asked, still a bit breathless. "I mean, you almost killed me with the goodness of your mouth."
"Damn right I did," he said cockily. "Sounds like the way to die, though."
"Death by goodness of your mouth?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's how I plan on goin'."
"Uh-uh," he said, nibbling gently over the raised bite on her neck. She whimpered at the feeling it caused deep in her belly. "We've got an eternity of this."
"Jesus, you are going to kill me one day," she murmured.
"Some day," he said. "But not today. Today, we're training." He hopped out of bed far too cheerily, in Buffy's opinion. He pulled her out of bed so she was standing on shaky legs, and he wrapped a sheet around her. He pulled on his jeans, leaving them undone at the top.
"Shower now," he said, pushing her towards the door.
"You're gonna make me shower by myself?" she asked with a pout.
"Thought you said you couldn't take any more," he said, arching an eyebrow at her.
"I changed my mind," she said coyly, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Knew there was a reason I loved you," he said as she took his hand and led him to the bathroom.
By the time Spike and Buffy made it downstairs, it was early afternoon. Their housemates were gathered in the kitchen, the radio turned up to an almost deafening level. Dawn had a book open in front of her and a sandwich in her hand. Giles had earplugs in, as did Xander, and Anya was bopping along happily with the music. Smirking, Spike, stepped over to the radio and switched it off. The silence was almost louder than the music.
"Hey, you're up!" Dawn said. "Wow, clothed and everything. We're honored."
"What's with the music, Bit?" Spike asked, opening the refrigerator to take out a bag of blood.
"Trying to avoid, mental scarring," Dawn said, flipping a page. She groaned. "Gah, ancient Sumerian's a bitch."
"Lemme see," Spike said, leaning over her shoulder. Buffy leaned against the doorway, watching with a small smile as Spike helped Dawn with her translation. Giles, now earplug-less, came to stand next to her.
"He really is quite good with her, isn't he?" he said, following her gaze to Spike.
"Yeah, he is," Buffy said. Giles smiled at her obvious happiness. Then his eyes fell to the fresh bite mark on her neck.
"Erm, Buffy?" he asked. She blinked, tearing her eyes from her mate to rest them on her former Watcher.
"Yeah?"
"You have a bite mark on your neck," Giles said. Anya's head popped up at that, gaping at Buffy from her position at the store.
"Yeah, well," Buffy said, trailing off. She caught Spike's eye and he winked at her.
"Did you mate?" Anya asked.
"Where've you been all morning, Ahn?" Xander asked. "We had to turn the radio up, remember?"
"That's not what I meant-"
"I know what you meant, Anya," Buffy interrupted. "And yeah, we mated. We set a claim."
"No way!" Dawn squealed from her seat. She jumped up and launched herself into her sister's arms.
"Okay, I'm confused," Xander said.
"Claims, Harris," Spike said. "Vampire marriage. Your Slayer asked me to marry 'er, last night. Well, more like ordered."
"I did not order you," Buffy said, slightly offended. Then, like a warm pooling in the pit of her belly, she could feel that he was teasing. The mark on her neck tingled, and she could almost hear the throaty rumble of his laughter.
"No, you didn't," he conceded, coming to stand in front of her. He laid his hands on her hips and kissed her forehead.
"I know you guys might not approve," Buffy said, looking up at Giles. "I mean, shacking p with a vampire for eternity isn't really ideal Slayer behavior."
"Buffy, I'm not sure how informed you are about what's happened in this house since you left it," Giles said, "but I assure you, Spike has become part of the family. I'm afraid we treated him rather appallingly prior to getting his soul."
"Damn straight you treated him badly," Dawn said, standing next to Buffy. "He's a good man and you know it."
"Look, Slayer, they're defendin' me," Spike said in her ear. His tone was joking, but his eyes told her he was still a little more than surprised they did so.
"Yes, Dawn, I quite agree with you," Giles said, rubbing at an imaginary spot on his glasses. "Which was why I was going to tell Buffy that now that she's back, if she wants to pursue a relationship with Spike she has my blessing."
"Damn." Xander let out an exaggerated sigh. "I miss the good old days," he said. "Now I can't make fun of him, 'cuz he's Buffy's boyfriend."
"More like husband with no possibility of divorce," Anya said. "Claims are unbreakable. So they're married, forever."
"Double damn," Xander said. "So it looks like we're stuck with the Bleached Wonder."
"Aw, we'll get used to him," Dawn teased, poking Spike in the ribs. He jumped from her touch, catching Buffy's eye and tossing her a crooked grin.
"Buffy, are you hungry?" Anya asked. "You and Spike have to be starved after so many orgasms."
"Yeah, I could eat," Buffy said, shrugging nonchalantly though a slight blush stained her cheeks. Anya handed her a sandwich as Spike poured the blood he'd gotten out into a mug to warm up. He flashed Buffy a sweet smile and a wink while he playfully jabbed at Xander. Buffy scarfed down the sandwich; she was a lot hungrier than she'd originally thought.
"Miranda should be here soon," Giles said, jarring Buffy from her dirty thoughts about exactly what had made her so hungry.
"Right," Buffy said, polishing of the sandwich as Spike downed his blood in one slurp. She raised an eyebrow at her mate when he set the mug down. "You wanna go warm up?"
"Pretty warm already, pet," he said, curling his tongue behind his teeth in that way that set her on fire.
"Well, the let's see what those muscles can do," she said huskily. "I believe you said you thought you'd beat me once or twice, didn't you?" He snarled fiercely, but the feeling she got from him was playful. They headed downstairs together, to the basement-cum-training room.
"So, lover," she said, stretching her arms out, "ready for a little rough-n-tumble?" She grinned as he pounced at her. It was good to be home.
The End.
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