Buffy opened the door to Spike's crypt. "Honey, I'm home…" she announced coming down the steps with a takeout bag in hand. She hadn't been gone long enough for the claim to begin taking its toll on them this time but she was still glad to be back in the cool, quiet of the crypt after the day she'd had.
"The Watcher all moved and settled?" Spike asked from where he stood by the fridge.
"Almost. Dawn and Mom were helping him organize his big bookshelf when I left. They decided to set it up in the dining room, it looks nice, Mom's all excited," she answered. "Are you done packing?"
"All set downstairs, not like I've got much to take if Rupert's leaving the furniture and whatall, save for the bookshelves and that chair of his. Probably see if my mate Clem would be interested in this place. Hate for it to go to waste after I just got it all homey-like," he replied, looking around his crypt as he pulled some blood out of the fridge.
"Is that the floppy guy that hangs out at Willy's?"
"That's the bloke, nice enough fella, think you'd get on well actually," Spike replied, popping a mug into the microwave.
"You can invite him to the housewarming when we get settled," Buffy quipped.
"You joke but it's not a half-bad idea really, could do with a few bottles of wine and a plant or two," he smirked.
Buffy giggled. "I'll keep that in mind once we get all your junk in there."
"More concerned with all your frilly bits and bobs, imagine you still got a fair bit to pack still."
She sat down on the couch, settling in with a Chinese takeout container and a set of chopsticks. "I actually started taking some of my stuff over today, and I even called the Campus Housing Office," she replied, digging into her orange chicken with a smirk.
"Yeah? Wonders never cease…" he teased, closing the microwave door and striding over to the couch to sit down next to her. "Uni give you any grief?"
"Not really, it's still early enough, I don't think having one more commuter student even makes it onto their radar. I'm just glad Giles is letting us take over his place, it'll be easier than trying to get to class from here or the house," Buffy said, tucking her legs under herself, taking a bite of her food.
The two of them continued chatting easily, discussing all the mundane details they still needed to cover. Including the fact Spike had talked (or rather threatened) Willy into giving him a job as a bartender. If they were going to be living together he knew they would be needing some sort of steady income. Even if Giles had offered to continue paying the rent for the time being.
The evening drew on, the sky growing darker outside the windows. Buffy's empty takeout container lay abandoned on the coffee table along with Spike's mug. She sat close to Spike with her elbow resting against the back of the couch examining the pea-green upholstery. "This couch is really hideous, you know that right?"
"Comfortable though," he shrugged, smirking easily as he adjusted himself stretching his spine suggestively. "You didn't seem to mind all that much last week when I had you bent over the back of it."
"Which tells me you totally missed the carpet burn on my chest."
"Like hell. Quite liked seeing those perfect tits of yours a bit rosie," he purred, biting his bottom lip as he eyed her chest.
Buffy rolled her eyes with a giggle. "Maybe you'd change your tune if you were the one with the super annoying rash."
"You know me, Luv, it's not a proper tumble if it doesn't leave a mark," he murmured, pulling her into his lap to straddle him.
Buffy let out a little gasp as his obvious bulge pressed against the apex of her thighs. "You're also a total masochist."
"Takes one to know one, darlin', don't even try to pretend you don't love a bit of pain with your pleasure, because I know you do," he growled, gripping her hips, digging his thumbs into the muscle just until her breath caught in her throat.
She rolled her hips against him with a little gasp. "God, I hate it when you're right."
"No, you don't," he murmured, nuzzling her neck before he began trailing kisses down her throat. He slid his left hand down her thigh, moving his thumb inward to graze over her sex as he shifted forward.
Buffy let out a squeak of protest as he proceeded to lay her on the cushions, following her down with a kiss filled with teeth and tongue. She shifted her body under him, dropping her legs to the sides as he rocked back to help her out of her shoes and jeans.
She sat up pulling off her top before lunging forward to strip Spike's belt from the loops and flinging it to the side. The belt buckle clanged loudly as it bounced off the coffee table, just missing his mug, and landed on the floor.
"Watch the furniture, Slayer," Spike growled, stripping off his shirt, while Buffy continued to work his pants down to free him from their confines.
"You 'shop' at the city dump. Like one more scratch is going to make any difference," Buffy retorted, pushing him back against the opposite end of the couch roughly.
"Does if I'm hoping to rent it out," he gasped as his back slid roughly down the arm of the couch.
Buffy grabbed hold of his pant legs, yanking them off and pulling him the rest of the way off the armrest. "Rent?"
"Easy money," he murmured as he stretched his arms up with a self-satisfied look on his face as he tucked his arms behind his head comfortably.
Buffy didn't comment, just leaned forward to take the tip of his full cock into her mouth. He let out a hiss of pleasure as she sucked, swirling her tongue around the head just long enough for him to start enjoying the sensation before she rocked back onto her knees, grinning at him.
Spike's eyes flashed open. "Oh we're going to play that game now, are we?"
"What's the problem?" she asked with a knowing smirk, dragging her nails down the top of his thighs.
He inhaled sharply, muscles twitching under her touch. "God, you're such a tease."
Buffy giggled, as his cock jerked and she bent to suck a bead of pre-cum from the leaking tip before moving to lick a line from base to head, taking him into her mouth again and circling her tongue around.
Spike growled in approval as she bobbed her head up and down, making him harder by the second, and let out an involuntary whine when she stopped. He tilted his head down to watch her rest her knees on either side of his hips and begin to rub her slit against his length.
"You like that, baby?" she hummed, teasing her clit with the tip of his cock.
"Like being inside your sweet little quim more," he hissed, reaching to scratch his blunt nails over her hips in an attempt to get a little more friction and making her groan with the increased contact. He moved his hands up her sides and around to cup her breast, teasing the tips with his thumbs as he rolled his hips upward a few more times.
Buffy began to whimper, reaching between them to position his throbbing cock before finally lowering herself down. She gasped as he filled her, enjoying the connection. It was like completing a puzzle, where every part fit perfectly making two halves whole.
She took a moment to appreciate that fact, before she began pumping herself up and down on top of him, rolling her hips the way she knew he liked. A moan burbled from his throat. "God that's it, kitten, keep it up… So good to me… You treat me so nice… use those beautiful muscles of yours…"
"You talk too much," she admonished playfully, leaning in to kiss him.
"And you're being too quiet, pet. You're holding back," he countered as Buffy trailed kisses down his neck.
"You think so, huh?"
Spike thrust upward forcefully making her release a strangled scream. "Oh that's it, you know how much I love hearing you, gorgeous," he moaned as he gripped her hips, helping to guide her up and down his length with languid strokes. He tilted his hips, changing the angle slightly and hitting a spot deep within her core that made her scream his name.
Buffy squeezed her inner muscles around him, drawing moans from both of them, the slickness growing as she moved. "God, Spike, that's— oh fuck, that's—"
"Always did need a little monster in your man," he growled, pumping up into her with firm strokes as she clamped down on him, working herself into a frenzy. The tip of his cock hitting her with every thrust making her breaths come in hard rasps between screams.
She leaned forward, clasping her lips over his in an electrical kiss and he took that as his cue to move a hand between their bodies. With a gentle but decisive movement he let his thumb glide over the place they were joined to spread slick wetness across her swollen nub. He swallowed the whimper the act drew from her as he pistoned his hips from beneath. "Let me hear you say it again Buffy, tell me I'm yours."
"You're mine, Spike, all mine!" Buffy arched her back with her building release. "Oh God, Spike! Yes!" Buffy increased the speed of her movements, impaling herself again and again. "I love you, I love—" she panted for breath as her head began to spin, the feeling of Spike's hands on her driving her higher and higher.
"Can't hear you, Luv," Spike grunted, thrusting upward to meet her downward movements. Buffy screamed his name as he lunged up to suck one of her nipples between his teeth.
Her legs were starting to shake and she screamed again. "God, Spike, yes!"
"That's it— Fuck, I love you, my beautiful, Slayer." He held his hands on her hips, looking down to watch himself disappear into her wet heat. "Bloody hell, I love how you take me so well. Could watch you ride my cock like this forever," he groaned.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Oh, God, I love the way you feel inside me." Buffy bared down on him hard as Spike began to swell inside her and she screamed again, rushing toward her own release. They came together in quivering ecstasy. Spike pulled her down for a kiss clinging to her as she continued to roll her hips, milking his cock for every ounce of pleasure, and already edging him into a second round.
"You're the best," Buffy murmured against his lips.
Spike ran his hands over her curves lovingly. "Best you ever had?" he smirked.
Buffy giggled, still working her hips in slow rolling movements in such a way that neither of them noticed when the door opened silently.
"Of course," she kissed his neck, making him gasp from the overstimulation as she continued to squeeze his cock. "You're the best I've ever had, and you know it, you dope. I love you, now and always," she answered with another kiss, increasing the tempo of her hips, begging for round two.
The heavy crypt door closed with a loud clang making Buffy and Spike break the kiss and whip their heads up toward it. There on the top step stood a tall broad-shouldered man dressed all in black with a crossbow trained on Spike.
Buffy didn't move from her place straddling Spike's hips, his cock still fully embedded within her as they both watched the man step down into the room. The dim light coming from the window revealed a hard scowling face. There was the new addition of a scar running over his left eye, but didn't make him any less recognizable.
Buffy furrowed her brow in confusion as her brain caught up to the situation. "Riley?"
Spike grinned, running his hand over Buffy's naked thigh. "Hail the conquering hero," he drawled. "Thought a good little soldier boy like you would know better than to interrupt a couple of newlyweds, Finn."
A long moment of stunned silence filled the crypt before Buffy finally scrambled off of Spike, hurriedly gathering up their discarded clothing. She slipped on her panties and Spike's shirt. "God, Riley! Don't you know how to fucking knock!?" she spat venomously as she tossed Spike his jeans. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Spike sat up, catching his jeans one-handed before they could smack him in the face.
Riley scowled sourly, watching while Spike unfurled his jeans, pulling them on and making a show of tucking himself away.
"I'd answer the lady if I were you. The Mrs can be quite the handful when she's brassed off," Spike said, buttoning his jeans. "On second thought, don't, I love watching her work out her anger issues. Right beautiful sight that is."
Riley pinched his lips into a fine line, glaring at him. "Shut the hell up, Spike. I'm here for information and I thought you might be the lowlife I could knock it out of."
Buffy took a step toward him, murder in her eyes. "How dare you come in here dressed up like a freaking knockoff van Helsing and talk to him like that," she hissed. "After all the shit you pulled! He still has the scar from your stunt with the plastic stake. Do you know what kind of damage you have to do to permanently scar a vamp?" She flung a hand out, gesturing to Spike's bare chest and the faint round scar there. "That kind!"
Riley's jaw clenched angrily. "Can't say I've lost any sleep over it." He paused, an internal argument seemed to be raging behind a scowl until he finally blurted, "You know— I knew you'd fall in bed with him the moment I left, but what the hell did he mean 'newlyweds'? I thought you were smarter than that, Buffy."
Without an ounce of hesitation, Buffy punched him in the nose.
A satisfying crack reverberated through the crypt. "Ow!" Riley yelled, clutching his face. "What the fuck, Buffy!"
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, fists clenched at her sides. It struck her suddenly that from a "normal" linear perspective her relationship with Spike had come on fast and strong, almost overnight— but what they had was anything but "normal" or "linear" and it was much stronger than any other relationship she'd been in either.
Riley blinked away tears of pain, collecting himself. "I'm here on official business," he answered thickly.
"Oh, yeah? And what can we do for you?" Spike asked with faux enthusiasm, coming up to wrap an arm around Buffy's waist and pulling her against him.
Riley sniffed, wiping a trickle of blood from under his nose. "I've been tracking Dracula. I have good reason to believe he's back in Sunnydale."
"Explains the Rambo-style stake holster," Buffy said, rolling her eyes.
"Here I thought it was just some barmy new fad, pet, silly me," Spike added with venomous sarcasm.
Buffy chuckled, leaning her back against his chest. "Maybe you'll actually get your money back this time around. What was it like eleven bucks?"
"Pounds— Nothing to scoff at given the exchange rate and 85 years of inflation and compounded interest. Should make for a pretty nice sum if I can ever get the sodding welcher to pay up," Spike grumbled, squeezing her shoulder before heading toward the fridge.
Buffy glared at Riley, wordlessly telling him he'd better stay put, as she picked her pants off of the ornate rug in front of the couch and pulled them on along with her socks. Despite the rugs Spike had added, she didn't really like going around barefoot on the cold floor.
Spike came back over carrying three beers. He tossed one to Riley (who just barely caught it) and offered one of the others to Buffy.
Spike sat down on the couch, taking up as much space as possible, lounging as though it were a throne. "Don't have any ice, that'll have to do for the nose, White Bread."
"Gee, thanks," Riley huffed.
Buffy opened her beer as she took her preferred seat on Spike's lap. She kept her eyes on Riley, as she drank, taking in the black military fatigues he wore under a decidedly un-military knee-length distressed leather jacket. Aside from the Rambo-style stake belts he wore crisscrossed over his chest, he also wore an odd utility belt containing vials of what Buffy was sure would be holy water.
A still tension filled the air as she and Spike watched Riley gingerly press the beer to the bridge of his nose.
"So the Crowned Prince of Emo Boys is back in town and what— you just thought you'd swing by to watch round two?" Buffy asked icily, breaking the stillness.
"Pretty sure I caught enough of round one, thanks," Riley countered, shifting his stance. "I think Dracula came back to finish the job he started the last time."
"The last time— When I overcame his thrall and kicked his pasty ass out of town while my boyfriend was too busy trying to 'be the man' in our relationship? That time?" Buffy replied.
Riley stiffened, visibly choosing not to dignify the jibe with an answer. "I've been tracking Dracula for months. None of the usual stuff works on this guy. When I realized he was coming back here I tried to get ahead of the bastard. I thought Spike might know more than he let on the last time. I— I didn't expect to see you here," he finished lamely.
"And yet you just knew I'd be in a relationship with Spike," Buffy replied.
"Relationship," Riley huffed, "—Like it wasn't obvious he wanted you for himself, and with your thing for vampires, it—"
"I don't have a thing for vampires," Buffy practically growled, her back stiffening.
Riley snorted and looked like he was about to say something snide when Spike interrupted. "Two's a coincidence not a pattern, mate. Can't fault her for lookin' for a partner who can love her properly, as an equal," he goaded smugly. "Lady needs a counterweight, not a deadweight."
"Says the dead man," Riley countered.
"Lively enough where it counts, ain't that right, Luv?" Spike smirked, tucking his tongue behind his teeth and pulling Buffy closer in his lap.
"Where's Drac now?" Buffy asked in a tone so cold that both men shut their mouths and gave her their full attention.
"Same place as before, unless you're telling me there's another castle in Sunnydale," Riley answered.
Buffy extracted herself from Spike's embrace, standing up and striding over to the sarcophagus Spike used for weapons. She extracted a couple of stakes and a pair of axes, returning to lay them on the coffee table in front of Spike.
"Goin' dancing, are we?" Spike asked.
"No time like the present, babe, I figure if Drac is back, then we should scope out the situation," Buffy said, slipping on her shoes.
Spike grinned up at her, pulling Buffy's bra from where it was buried within the couch cushions. "Gettin' a little ahead of yourself, sweetheart?"
Buffy caught Spike's eye, blushing, and turned back toward Riley. "Do you have some way for us to get a hold of you while you're in town? I think we're gonna need a minute."
Riley grit his teeth, grumbling, "I'll wait outside."
Once the heavy crypt door had closed behind him, Buffy yanked her bra from Spike's hand and paced a few steps.
Spike went up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "What are you thinking, sweetheart?"
She shook her head, shrugging off his shirt and began dressing. "Besides that Riley is a few fries short of a happy meal and I really, really wish he hadn't interrupted happy fun time?"
"Yeah besides that," Spike chuckled as he finished dressing quickly.
"I'm thinking I don't want to find out what would happen if I left the two of you alone," she frowned, grabbing her coat. "As long as he's in town, you're with me or at the house with witnesses, got it? You're not coming back here alone. I don't want to think about what he would have done if I hadn't been here."
Spike sauntered back up to her. "You're damn sexy when you get all possessive, I like it," he purred, pressing against her.
"Hold that thought and grab the weapons, we're going hunting," Buffy grinned back at him.