Buffy felt Spike tremble as she settled her hand on his warm bare hip. She slid her thumb back and forth. He hadn't said yes, and he wasn't taking charge. She stared into his eyes looking for some sign.
"It's forever, Buffy. Vampires don't do divorce." His eyes traveled over her face. "You will be my mate, my home. I'll need you."
Buffy pressed her body into his, her soft curves pressed to his hard angles. He was trying to protect her. She stroked his side and felt his body quake.
"I want this. I want to be your home. I want you to be mine." She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, covering her heart.
His eyes flickered between amber and blue. She could see the desire and the doubt at war in him. Her fingers slid over the scar on his neck. It was faint, but she sensed it. His eyes closed as she traced the place where Drusilla had ended his human life.
Spike moaned and moved to give her access, pulling her across his chest. Buffy grinned and looked down at him.
"I can feel something when I touch your scar."
"It's the sire bond. Comforts a fledgling and links the master to his clan. Dru can always find me through it, and I can find her."
Buffy stroked her fingers across the scar once more and sighed.
"You'll need to bite me over it to break the bond." He slid his hands up her arms. "You have to draw blood and swallow it until you can't feel her. Only way to make me yours."
"I can't take that from you. You love her." Buffy pushed away from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd have to give her up."
"She let me try once. Offered me her neck, with the poof's mark. I tried. Dru just stood there. Laughed at me after and sang a little ditty. You can't take the sire bond. It has to be relinquished." Spike pushed his hands under the white lace and rested them on her bare back. "You need to bite hard and deep. Shake it a little. Those pearly white human teeth of yours will need all the help they can get."
Spike pushed his hands up her back and carried the white lace away with a flick of his wrist. She blushed as his eyes took her in. His eyes flared to amber and returned to blue.
"Loved you coming to me in white lace." He ran his hand down along her side and flicked the lace of the matching thong. "But love the rosy pink of your body so much more."
She didn't know what to say. Words really weren't her thing. She traced a finger down his chest. She wasn't some blushing virgin. She'd done this before, two times before, but those times didn't count. This was different. She looked up into his blue eyes. God, he was so damn beautiful.
"This is our wedding night." She bent down and kissed him, reveling in the slide of his tongue against hers.
Spike's hands glided over her skin, rubbing away tension in her knotted muscles and making her melt. She whimpered as he pushed her onto her back. She tried to pull him along with her, but he evaded her hands.
"Have to see my blushing bride happy." He stroked her face. His eyes shifted to gold for a moment and then back to blue. He was trying so hard for her.
He rested one hand against her throat, feeling her pulse. His other hand traced circles around her abdomen. Each pass of his fingers trailed along the scrap of lace still clinging to her body. She trembled under his gentle hand.
The bed shifted as he moved around her. His tender tracings never ceased spiraling on her skin. He was everywhere. She took a deep breath when his hands stilled and flattened on her hips. His thumbs hooked into the lace and he slowly slid the panties down her body. He stripped them off her and placed them on the nightstand with care.
She watched him, so careful in his movements, his muscles held in rigid control.
"What's wrong, Spike?" She sat up and pulled his shoulder. "You're so stiff."
He chuckled and his eyes flashed again.
"I want this, Buffy. I want to belong to you, be your man, but my control is shredding. You don't need a demon rutting between your thighs." He looked down at the skull ring and slid it off his finger. She took it and set it beside her panties.
"Show me your demon." She pulled his face up by his chin. "I'm here. I'm marrying you, all of you."
"You're mating with me because we can't marry legally."
Buffy clenched her fists. Words were failing again. She looked at Dru's mark on him and snarled. They could have gentle and perfect later. She needed to prove to him that he was hers.
She lunged forward, knocking him to the bed, and bit down over the scar. He bucked beneath her, but she tightened her thighs on his sides and pressed his arms to the bed. The mark tingled against her lips and tongue. She shook her head and broke the skin. His blood filled her mouth and she stilled. The tingling faded away. She swallowed the blood and let his skin slide from her mouth.
"Mine." She glared down at him, daring him to defy her claim.
"Yours." Spike looked up at her with his demonic visage in place. She kissed him, pressing her blood covered mouth to his.
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled them.
Buffy smiled and then arched as a something began to burn inside her. She writhed as Spike held her, panting in his ear. She whimpered, needing him to fix the problem. He had to be able to put out this fire. Tears slid from her eyes as she twisted her body about.
"Spike." She licked his blood off her lips. "Mine."
The burning sensationwas consuming her. She would be ash soon. It had to end.
"Yours. I'm yours." He growled it against her ear and the heat flared brighter. His legs slid between hers, his smooth flesh sliding on hers.
Buffy let her legs fall open. Her mind was reeling, the pain reducing her world to three words.
"Spike." She grabbed the back of his head and forced his gaze to hers. "William. Mine."
He shuddered and drove into her body. She arched as he stretched her, pushing into her deeper with each frenzied thrust.
"Yours, Buffy." He panted into her ear. "Always."
She tossed her head and clutched at the sheets, screaming as the fire blazed. He drove into her, harder, faster. She mewed in time to his frantic thrusts. She opened her eyes and turned her head toward his neck. The sight of his torn flesh made something in her leap. She curled her neck and latched her mouth over his wound, sucking his blood into her with abandon.
"Bloody, buggering fuck. I'm yours, my love. I'm yours." Spike screamed.
She lapped at his neck. Rocking her hips up to accept him, she turned her head and offered him her throat.
He growled, fierce and feral, against her ear. She quaked around him. Curling her legs up to rest against his heaving sides, she whimpered. He pulled back until only his tip rested in her. She moaned. The fire was raging and she needed him.
Spike licked her scar and she screamed. The pain was horrendous, like being savaged by Angel all over again. The tears flowed. Spike growled against throat. She mewled, words were gone.
The world became a burning haze of pain. The master was sinking his fangs deep one second and Angel was draining her life away the next. The flames raged through her. She was ash and flesh in the same moment. Spike was still above her. She forced her eyes open and looked up at him through the watery sheen of her tears. She brought her hands up to his face. His amber gaze was safe. He was hers.
He thrust into her and paused, his body deep in hers. She smiled up at him. He spoke to her, but she couldn't understand. She turned her head and offered up her throat again. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple and whispered something soft into her ear. She stilled, holding her breath.
His fangs slid into her throat easily. She shuddered as her body pulsed. He pulled her blood slowly. Each tiny sip cooled the flames. She sighed as the pain receded. Spike rocked into her gently, thrusting in time with each swallow. She stroked his back with one hand and buried the fingers of the other in his hair.
He released her throat with a roar. She could feel his body emptying into hers, and locked her ankles behind him and pulled him in deeper.
"Mine." He kissed her cheek affectionately.
"Always yours." She turned her head and kissed his fanged mouth. "Always."