Buffy curled into Spike's arms. As weirded out as she was, she still felt safe in his arms, safe for the first time since she had become the slayer, really. His lips were cool on her skin as he traced her collarbone with his lips. Threading her fingers through his hair, she moaned.
"Are you okay then, Pet?" His lips brushed against the shell of her ear. the barest of caresses.
"I'm good." Buffy pressed her body against his. "I'm sore, but I'm good."
His lips went back to caressing her skin, stimulating and teasing with the lightest of touches. She shivered. This was too much. How did he make her feel like this?
"Easy, Pet." Spike whispered. "I will make you feel so good. Just relax."
He lowered his head and nuzzled her new scar. Tingles erupted all over her body. She pressed his head to her, holding him against her neck. She fisted her other hand against his back.
"Kinda hard to relax when you're doing that." Buffy panted against the smooth ball of his shoulder.
He kissed the scar, the cool press of his lips against it made her shake. Sensations bloomed, flooding her. His fingers on her nipples, his palms claiming her breasts, his legs shifting against hers, all combined with the delicious press of his lips to drive her higher and higher. She bit her lower lip. She so would not beg.
"This is so different than the first time." She stroked his back delighting in the play of muscles under his skin. He chuckled against her neck, and she smiled. It was a warm, delighted sound.
He rolled onto his back and pulled her to sprawl across him. She looked down at him and fought of the urge to laugh nervously. He was handsome. She'd always known that on some level, but there was more than good looks and evil behind his mask. She could sense it.
"First time wasn't us, Pet. Not completely. My demon and your angel or whatever it is had their fun. We're gonna make our own." He pushed the curtain of her hair back behind her ear and rested his hand over her scar again. "Make this our own."
"Make lemonade." She nodded. "I get it."
"Are you still hurting?" He traced a finger along her shoulder. "I shouldn't have stormed off like that. It stressed the bond, and you need some time to heal."
"I'm the slayer, Spike. I heal just fine." Buffy rolled her hips against him. "I can take it."
"I won't hurt you again, not like that." He sat up and spilled her into his lap. "You are mine to protect from the world, from me, from yourself."
He stroked her cheek and prodded her up to kiss him. Their lips fused. It was so easy. The slide of his tongue on hers was a seduction of its own. He slid one hand between them and delved into her tender folds.
His cool fingers teased her, gliding everywhere but where she wanted it most. She shivered and moaned into his mouth. She could feel his chest move as he chuckled against her lips.
"Like that do you, Pet?" His amusement was clear.
"It's torture, pure and simple." She arched up as he finally pressed his fingers against her in just the right way.
"I'd say unpure and simple." He leaned his neck to the side, baring his mark to her.
Buffy looked at the mark riding his pale skin. Her teeth had made it. Pride filled her. This beautiful, powerful being was hers. She bent down and kissed the mark with a light touch of her lips, but it wasn't enough. She tossed her head back as he speared her with his fingers.
Instincts flared. The urge to do more than just kiss the mark was undeniable. Spike was pushing her higher and higher, but he wasn't with her. She locked her eyes on the mark as he licked the sweat from her body. His tongue slicked against her, but he wasn't with her. He was pushing her so high, but it wasn't the same. She closed her eyes.
She didn't want to be alone. She wanted her mate with her always. She bent over and bit his neck again. It was different when she was in charge. The feel of his skin against the surface of her teeth was odd. She wanted more, wanted the connection to flare again, wanted to feel like one being again.
She pressed down with her teeth and felt his skin tear open. The coppery flash of his blood on her tongue was intoxicating. She sucked on the wound, letting his blood fill her mouth. She broke away from the wound and gasped for air. Some of the blood dribbled down her chin and spilled on to her breasts. She tossed her head back as he swirled his fingers inside her.
They were together. They were one. She pulled his mouth to the blood on her breasts. He lapped the blood from her skin with long strokes of his tongue. She yanked his head up when she was clean and grinned as he pistoned his fingers deep into her. He looked at her with his eyes flashing blue to amber.
Buffy shook as he pushed her higher. He was giving her this, giving her all that he had left. She had taken so much from him, taken the future he had wanted, taken his free will. She needed to give something back.
Spike danced his fingers around her body keeping her on the verge of bliss but no further. He's pulled away somehow, alone again.
"Bite me, Spike." Buffy rolled her hips against his hand, pressing her flesh against him. Instincts roared inside her. "Take my blood, your life from my body."
His eyes flew to hers.
"Mate." One word was all he needed to send her tumbling into ecstasy. She moaned and bared her neck to him.
His fangs slid into her skin and the pleasure exploded. They were one being. She clutched his head to her neck and lost herself in sensation.