Honeymoon

Spike woke Buffy up gently, by tracing his fingers over her flesh.

She let out a little moan, before opening her eyes and smiling up at him.

"Hello, Cutie," he said, still letting his hands wander over her bare skin; teasing it in places. "Are you ready for today?"

"Yeah," she answered, without giving it much thought. Then – brain switching on – she asked "What are we doing today, again?"

"Today," he whispered in her ear, "Is the first day of us as old marrieds, and we're gonna do something we've never done."

"There's something we haven't done?" she asked, genuinely shocked.

Spike smiled, and continued to whisper, "I'm gonna take you outside, and…" – he took a brief pause, mid-sentence, to nibble her earlobe until she moaned again, then finished by saying, "We're gonna make love in the sunlight."

Her breath caught, and he basked in the heat of it against his cheek.

"That work for you, kitten?"

"Oh yes," she said, her heart starting to race, "But we're not leaving bed just yet."

In a flash she had him pinned beneath her, laying kisses to his lips while her hair fell over his face. Having a leg either side of his slim frame she rocked her hips against him, in rhythm with her kisses. His cock was hard against her wet slit. As she took hold of it to push it inside her, his hands lifted to her breasts to continue his caress.

Buffy arched back a little, pulling Spike up with her, so they were in a sitting position.

Placing her hands on his shoulders for leverage, she pushed herself up and down on his lap as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Mmm," she said, "So good."

"So good," he agreed, before drawing her back down into a kiss. Once their faces and chests were pressed closely together Spike rolled around, bringing Buffy's back down on the bed. The new position allowed him to speed up, and trust harder.

"Yes!" said Buffy, "Yes! Don't stop!"

"Never!" he replied, just as forcefully.

When they eventually did get up Spike realized his plans were foiled again.

"Godamn Scottish weather!" he yelled at the sky through the window.

Buffy chuckled, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Good thing about being married," she said, "We've got the rest of our lives together. Don't have to do everything right away."

He turned around, capturing her lips with his own.

Their kiss turned into touching, and the touching became more and more enthused, until there was a knock at the door.

First they both ignored it, but whoever it was on the other side persisted.

Spike pulled away, cursing as he pulled on some pants and opened up.

"Yes?" he said.

"Sir, checkout was an hour ago," the manger informed him, without looking him in the eye, "And we've had noise complaints."

The ex-vampire felt proud and irritated at the same time.

"Guess we got carried away," he replied, titling his head to look at the clock above the door.

"Give us twenty minutes, would ya? We'll be down."

Once the manager was gone Buffy extracted herself from behind the bookshelf she'd been using to hide her nakedness.

"We're leaving today?" she asked, pouting. "But, we have two days left before I gotta be back at work."

"I know, Kitten," Spike answered her, "Don't worry. We're not heading back just yet; gonna ride east, to Edinburgh, stay there for a bit."

"Ohhh! I've wanted to see there!" she said with glee.

Spike smiled and had an expression of 'duh'. "Why else do you think we're going?"

"Oh," she smiled back, before putting her arms around his neck and planting a kiss on him, "Thank you."

Spike was furious when the manager made him pay for an entire extra day, just because they checked out a few hours late.

Buffy was able to take his mind off it, though.

They took the scenic route to the Scottish capital – not that there's a route which wasn't scenic but, rather, they stopped every half hour to 'enjoy' the view.

The rain had ended.

They were sitting up in bed, talking about nothing in particular, when suddenly Buffy slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "I forgot about Valentine's!"

"Huh?" said Spike, confused.

"I got us a present. Forgot to show you!" she explained.

His eyes lit up at the prospect, but then dropped back into confusion when Buffy excitedly produced a candle from the top drawer in their hotel nightstand.

"This have mystical properties or something?" he asked, looking underneath for a label.

"It's tobacco scented," she said. "So we can still enjoy the smell without any of the dangerous toxins."

Spike frowned, "This your way of telling me I'm about to give up cigarettes?"

She nodded, only semi-apologetically.

Sighing, he gave in, "Fine. But only because I'm not gonna to live forever now, as far as I know anyway. 'm not whipped."

Buffy laughed, "Oh, you're so totally whipped."

"You're right," he admitted, "Willing slave and all. Just don't tell anyone!" he mock threatened.

"Promise," she said, with a goofy grin.

Spike grabbed at her, kissing and tickling her until she squealed with delight.

"Can still be bad," he drawled, seductively.

"Oh, I'm counting on it," she replied, returning his touch with fervor.

Later, when their greedy touch was sated – temporarily – Spike said, "Never knew you liked the smell of smoke, luv."

"Umhmm," she said, nuzzling his neck, "Just a you thing. Smoke and leather? Not so much a turn-on on anyone else."

He smirked, and bit his bottom lip, thinking he was never going to get used to her admitting such things out loud, least of all to him.

"Speaking of leather," she continued, "How come you hardly wear your coat anymore?"

"Huh? Oh, it's just not the same since it was replaced. I mean, it feels the same but it's just lost the history, y'know?"

"Wait," she propped herself up on her elbow to look at him. "Replaced?"

"Yeah, damned Immortal kindly blew up the original with that soddin' bomb of his."

"Bomb? The Immortal? Spike, what are you talking about?!"

"Never did tell you the story, did I? Of what went down when I tried to see you in Rome?"

Buffy shook her head, "I beat some of it outta Andrew, but he didn't mention a bomb!"

"Nah, 'e wasn't there for that part. Not important anyway. Thing is, my coat's gone. That – he gestured towards the open closet – is just a fake."

"Oh," said Buffy.

"You're disappointed?" he asked.

"Well, yeah," she admitted. "It did have history, you're right. And it was like a part of you. Don't like losing parts of you."

Spike grinned again, saying, "Y'know, I always had an inkling you liked the coat."

"What gave it away, the fact that I liked to wear it while we, uh… you know," she blushed.

His grin got bigger, "Yeah, I know."

Buffy bit her lip and just like that Spike was gone, consumed in kissing her again – conversation forgotten once more.

Hours after that, the slayer had to pry herself from her amorous lover's arms.

"Spike, no. I gottta shower," she told him.

He pouted, letting her go, then turned on the TV when she left the room. Wasn't paying it much attention – his thoughts distracting him – until Buffy came back wearing only a towel.

"Bloody hell, that was quick!" he exclaimed, but she cut him off.

"Turn it up, there was something about a body."

He was tempted to continue joking, but the serious look on her face had him doing as she said. There was a news report about what sounded eerily like an interdimensional portal opening up just outside of Reading. Before the reporter had even finished her piece on it Buffy had phone in hand, waiting for Giles to pick up.

"I knew things were too quiet," she told her ex-watcher. "Knew the world wouldn't give me a little time off for happiness. How are we gonna handle this?"

"Buffy, slow down. What's wrong?"

"Do you even watch the news? Portal, near Reading, needs investigated or deactivated - something."

"Ah, yes," he said, finally catching up, "A team are on their way. Nothing for you to worry about."

"What?" she said, incredulous.

"I said it's nothing for you to worry about. All in hand. Go and enjoy your honeymoon."

"But, Giles, the other slayers won't be prepared enough for this. We'll have to go."

Spike looked up at her, shocked, then annoyed - silently praying Giles would talk her out of leaving their suite.

"Actually, Buffy," Giles said, "The girls have proved quite competent. Have neutralized at least four apocalypses unaided this year alone."

Buffy was stunned into silence, so much so that Giles thought the line had somehow become disconnected.

"Wh… Why didn't you say before?" she finally asked.

"I didn't really feel there was a need," Giles replied, nonchalantly.

"Right," said Buffy – the annoyance rolling off her in waves – "You're sure the situation can be handled without us?"

When he confirmed that he was sure she hung up on him, before stomping back towards the bathroom and slamming the door.

Spike rolled his eyes and turned off the TV again, before letting his head fall back onto the pillow to stare up at the ceiling.

"Never a dull bloody moment," he muttered.

After lunch the couple strolled down Princess Street – the main road in Edinburgh.

Buffy was surprised at how busy it was. They were searching for a tattoo parlor. Had already visited three, but they didn't meet the Slayer's standards.

Finally she spotted one that looked clean – at least from the outside – and didn't have artwork of a demon above the doorway.

She looked at Spike, and he nodded, so they went inside.

Buffy all but interrogated the tattoo artist, and thoroughly inspected the equipment.

"This one good enough, kitten?" Spike asked her.

She gave the artist a nervous smile, before gulping and replying, "Think so… Kinda scared now."

Spike chuckled as she worried her lip.

"What's funny?" she demanded to know.

"You, being scared of a tiny needle."

He was right, of course, but Buffy wasn't about to admit that. Instead she turned back to the artist and asked, "We gotta sign something?"

Spike got his tattoo first – a heart with a stake through it, as they'd already decided, over his right pectoral. Buffy was getting hers on her wrist.

She didn't see him squirm when the needle first broke her skin.

"Wanna make the most of my last pack a' smokes," he said, excusing himself as he made his way outside.

By the time he'd gone through them all, one after another, she was done and had came out to find him.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Course," he answered, eyes glancing down at her now bandaged arm, "How are you?"

"Fine," Buffy replied, "Wasn't bad at all."

"Good," he said, pulling her into a heated kiss.

"You like having your mark on me?" she asked, silkily, when they broke apart.

"Oh, I'd love to really put my mark on you," he said, a little overcome with lust.

"What does that even mean?" she asked, but he began kissing her again, in place of an answer.

That night, back in bed, Spike said to Buffy, "The tattoo got me thinking… Tell me, kitten, anything you ever really wanted to do, but were too scared?"

"Haven't we already knocked that list outta the park?" she answered.

He chuckled a little, and ran his tongue over his teeth thinking about it. "Not what I meant, pet. Both know you can get wild in certain areas, but what about other things?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know… Nipple piercings, doing crack bloody cocaine - anything. I wanna know all your dark little fetishes - other than sex. I mean, don't you get tired of being a good girl? You're friends aren't around now. No-one here to judge you. I… I'm not saying I'm gonna get you cocaine. I just want you to let me in on all those things you could never share with anyone else. Y'know, the things you can barely admit to yourself without blushing a feeling guilty? Everyone has them."

"I… Okay. This is quite possibly the most difficult thing you've ever asked me."

He grinned, "I know. Bastard, aren't I?"

Buffy was contemplative for a moment, then she said, "Tell me yours."

He was tempted to say 'I asked first', but he knew that wouldn't get him anywhere – and this way she might actually open up. "Hmm…" he said finally. "Well, being an evil soulless thing for many years I think I actually wore out my list of nasties, but…"

"But?" she prompted.

"There was one thing I was fascinated by, mainly because there was no way I could do it."

"Yeah?" she said, now fascinated herself, "And what was that?"

"Claiming," he said, quietly; not really wanting to admit it.

"Claiming?" she repeated. "I think of heard of that… remind me."

"You know, where a vampire makes a permanent bond with a human, with blood. Powerful stuff, and quite taboo even with my people, but that just made it more exciting."

Buffy looked puzzled for a moment before asking, "What stopped you?"

He just looked at her.

"I mean, you said you couldn't do it. Why?"

"Why? Because I was with Dru, and a vamp can't claim another vamp."

"No," she said, "After that, when Dru was gone."

"Claiming is a serious thing, Buffy," he said, "You don't just do it on a whim. And there was never any human I could see myself being tied to for the rest of my unlife. As tempting as feeling the power of such a union was, I'm not stupid."

"Oh" said Buffy then, before looking down at her hands, "So, you never wanted to me mated to me permanently."

Spike laughed, and Buffy suddenly looked up again – hurt and angry.

"Kitten," he soothed, "Do you know me at all?"

The anger on Buffy's face subsided a little at the question. Not knowing what to say she just continued to look deep into his blue eyes. They were filled with love, which just made her even more confused.

"Buffy," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders, "You're the only woman I've ever met, who has ever been worthy of devoting my entire existence to. Of course I wanted it. But, if you'll remember, you didn't want me."

"I'm sorry," she said, almost in a whisper.

"It's okay, pet. It wasn't our time. But we're together now, properly, and that's all that matters."

Buffy was silent, so he repeated, "That's what matters, right?"

"Right," she agreed, finally, but it was clear there was still something bugging her.

"Spike, do you- do you think…" she began to ask, tripping over her words – scared to say them out loud.

As if reading her mind, he said, "Yes. If I was still my vampire self, and it was what you wanted of course I would want to link myself with eternally. Be daft not to!"

Finally a smile broke over her face, as she realized what his earlier comment about leaving his mark on her had been about.

He breathed a sigh of relief, exclaiming, "Bloody hell! Didn't expect that to turn into such a hot and heavy conversation – well, maybe hot, but…"

Buffy laughed. "Sorry, I'll get back on the fun topic train. What are my deepest, darkest, non-sexual desires? Umm… I can't think of any- oh! Gambling!"

"Gambling?"

"Gambling," Buffy repeated, "I used to really want to blow all my money – or all my dad's money – in Vegas or something. Was just a silly kid's thing, really. I got over it."

"Shame," said Spike, "Gambling is fun."

"Yeah, a fun way to lose a hell of a lot of money you can't afford," she said, "The grown up in me would never allow it."

"Oh, I would!" he said, enthusiastically.

"You're not the grown up in me," she said, completely missing his meaning.

"Could be," he replied, raising an eyebrow and pulling her closer.

Buffy couldn't help but giggle. "Why must you turn everything into a sex reference?"

"Can't help it," he said, "It's the effect you have on me. Can't think of anything else when you're around."

Giggling again Buffy playfully batted him away with her hand. "Stop, I'm not done with my list. You're distracting me."

Spike pulled back and applied his most serious face, which Buffy reached up and kissed before turning around and mumbling something under her breath that he didn't quite catch.

Gently turning her around to face him again he looked at her, questioningly.

She sighed, then admitted, "I used to, kinda… steal stuff."

"Only kinda steal stuff?" he asked, amused.

"Well, yeah... Before Sunnydale. Before being a Slayer and having to be a role model and responsible and blah blah blah. I was a petty thief. I'm not proud of it."

"So that's where Niblet gets it from, eh? Always figured that particular tendency came from Joyce."

"You're hilarious, Spike," Buffy deadpanned.

And he nodded, "I know."

Buffy shook her head. "Dawn never knew I did that. It was only a couple of times. And she's not gonna find out, right Spike?"

He flashed her a wicked grin and she feigned shock. "Right, Spike?!" she repeated, with emphasis.

"Don't know if I can lie to the sis-in-law, pet. Wouldn't be right. She's family."

"I'll show you family!" she said, jumping on top of him. "Force you into silence."

"Is that right?" he said, playfully wrestling with her, "And just how are you gonna do that?"

"Like this," she said cupping her hand around the base of his cock, and putting her mouth over the top.

He groaned, and she pulled back for a second to smile at him triumphantly.

"Think it'll work?" she asked.

"Won't know 'til you've finished," he said and she took him back into her mouth – deeper than before. Again he moaned, louder than before too.

The next day was their last day off, before Buffy had to return to work. Most of it had to be dedicated to travelling back south, but once more they took it at their leisure.

They took time to enjoy the countryside – avoiding the motorway, taking only the back roads – and enjoying each other.

To be continued...