Chapter 6

8:30 p.m.

Joyce observed the two blondes holding each other; somehow they managed to combine mumbled “I Love Yous” with a combination of weeping, hugging and kissing. They were desperately hanging onto each other as though if either were to let go the other might disappear.

Knowing that now was not the time to get answers from the pair, she decided to go to the one other person who might understand what had happened. *And if he wasn’t home, I will camp on his doorstep until he comes home.*

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Spike removed the offending ponytail holder then ran his fingers through her silky hair. His uttered sentences were coming out incoherently; but the same thoughts kept running through his head… want, need; love.

He stopped his ministrations and looked at her, “You Love ME? I saw it – everything… you were fighting and you then you died – I remember your thoughts, your feelings, your love…”

Buffy grabbed him and pushed him against the wall. “Love you so much, need you now, talk later!”

Spike smirked as Buffy forced him against the wall. Her tiny hands tugged at his shirt, pulling it clear of his jeans and her hands traveled up to touch his skin. Spike tensed as a wave of deja vu overcame him. The last time he had been pushed against the wall like this it was their first time. Sure they had brought down the house with their passionate lovemaking, but the look in Buffy’s eyes the next morning conveyed disgust.

Buffy seemed to understand his thoughts. “I love you. You’re my everything.” On instinct she nuzzled his neck, “I can feel you, you know… your feelings, your emotions…”

Buffy felt Spike shudder as her tongue traced a spot that she remembered biting, but couldn’t recall when or where. Feeling the insecurity rolling off of him, she licked the base of his neck, nibbling at the pressure point. “My Spike.”

She felt him groan her name out and instantly became wetter. Suddenly she was anxious to feel more of him. She yanked his shirt over his head and latched upon the exposed nipple. She alternated between biting and sucking on his the nipples while caressing his chest.

She felt his breath hitch as her explorations of his body continued down past his stomach until the barrier of his tight jeans was reached.

Imitating Spike’s trademark smirk she laughed, “Oh Spikey, this will never do. Let me help you get those nasty jeans off.”

Buffy dropped to her knees and grabbed the jean snap with her teeth. With a yank the snap was undone and the button flew across the room. Amused at the fact that his jeans were now held up only by his straining erection she murmured, “Now how do I take care of that.”

Reaching out her hand she managed to free his cock and balls from the jeans. She nuzzled his curls and inhaled his musky scent. “Mmmmm, I have missed your scent.”

Tracing the throbbing vein with her tongue she smiled, she loved the effect she had on him. Lazily she ran her tongue over the side of his surface, pulling back and then engulfing what she could with her mouth. Over and over again she pulled back, flicking her tongue over the tip of his head and then taking his length inside her mouth. Wrapping her hand around the base of his shaft, she stroked in time with her mouth.

The heat of Buffy’s mouth combined with his dreamlike state of disbelief that they were alive and making love had Spike ready to explode. “Pet,” he moaned as he pulled her up away from his aching cock, “let’s go to the bed.”

Without thought, Buffy’s eyes flashed an icy blue and little fangs descended. Pinning him in place, she reared back her head and plunged her fangs into the spot she had nuzzled earlier. “MINE!!!!!”

Spike’s eyes darkened at the feel of her fangs in his neck. ‘Bloody Hell, fangs…’ was his last coherent thought. Instinct completely took over. His eyes turned deep amber as he went into game face. “MINE!” he growled as his fangs eradicated former marks on her neck.

Spike picked Buffy up and carried her up to the bed. Laying her down on the bed, he gazed at her. Still standing over her wanton form, he stripped off her black jogging pants and sea foam sleeveless shirt, casting them aside. She looked so delicious in just her white bra and matching lace panties. His bite marks on her neck were delicate since he hadn’t tried to hurt the girl. However, his mark was driving him crazy; it called to him like a siren.

Spike positioned himself next to Buffy and began to nuzzle and lick the marks he just made.

Mewling in need, Buffy arched her back, straining to come into contact with his body. “Please…”

Spike growled and sank his fangs back into Buffy’s neck, not drawing any blood but just enjoying the pleasure of the penetration. Slipping one hand under her panties, he ran his finger softly on top of her clit. Taking one finger he slowly entered her, surprised at how wet she had become from the foreplay.

Retracting his fangs he kissed her neck and then kissed a trail from the base of her throat down her front. She realized he had encountered her bra, but before she could move he had ripped it off and triumphantly claimed her nipple.

Buffy began to thrash around on the bed, going insane from the teasing ministrations of his hand coupled with the feel of his tongue on her breast. All she could think about it was his fingers sheathed inside of her.

Spike moved his lips to the other breast, and Buffy felt like she was going to die. Her hips arched up to meet the thrusts of his hand and she felt like screaming.

“Spike…”

A wicked grin lit the vampire’s face, “Yes Pet?”

“Please….”

“Please what?”

“Make me cum!”

With a feral smile he ripped off her underwear and before she could move; he plunged his tongue into her soft mound. He chuckled at her harsh intake of breath and felt her heartbeat speed up even faster. He loved the taste of her; it was the only thing he ever tasted that was better then her blood. He began to fuck her with his tongue while pinching and twisting her clit.

“SPIKKKKKKKE!!”

Before Buffy could catch her breath, Spike slammed into her with his cock. They both gasped and stopped moving as Buffy’s heat contracted around him. For a moment they kept still, marveling in the fact that somehow they were together again. They had been given a second chance and they were going to embrace it.

As Spike contemplated the fact that he felt completely at home, Buffy began to mewl, desperately trying to increase the friction between them.

Spike chuckled, *such an impatient girl*. He began to withdrawal slowly, teasing Buffy by alternating between short thrusts and almost pulling out.

“Please Spike, I…need you, I thought I would never see you again.” Please.” Buffy’s eyes flashed icy blue again, and Spike lost control. Grabbing her he began to pound into her over and over again. He could tell Buffy was getting close to another orgasm by the speed of her heart and shallow breaths she took. As she neared the edge, he sank his fangs into her bringing them both over the brink. Both came with pleasure of their release and the feeling of completeness.