Chapter 7

9:30 p.m.

Spike was propped up on his elbow looking at a very happy and cuddly Buffy. “So pet, do you know what is going on? I love the new you –icy blue eyes, baby fangs…heartbeat. It’s a bloody brilliant package, and mind you I’m not complaining, but if we claimed each other before we died, I sure the hell would have remembered!”

Buffy practically purred with happiness, “Does it really matter? I love you Spike, and don’t you dare tell me that I don’t!”

Spike looked sheepish and stroked her face, “I know luv. I’m sorry I hurt you, just needed to get you to leave. I needed you to get out... to live for the bit and me. I couldn’t handle you dying again pet; especially not because of me. I knew you loved me, and that’s all I needed.”

Buffy gazed up at Spike, “As long as you know that I love you. Will love you until my dying day, which by the way could be a heck of a long time if people keep resurrecting me.”

Buffy reached up and ran her hand down Spike’s face following the curve of his cheekbone. “I loved you before we were returned or reunited or whatever. I would have found you Spike - Heaven or Hell, you are mine. With or without a soul you are the one person I would spend an eternity with. I let fear guide me before. I hid behind my friends’ censure, too unsure of myself, of us, to stand up and fight. I was afraid that you would leave me, like everyone else seems to do, so I pushed you away. And then I came back and I knew… everything you did for me, every kindness you hid, every act of good you did without my ever knowing...”

Spike started to interrupt Buffy, but he was silenced with a passionate kiss.

Buffy then began to nuzzle his neck, *yummy*. She felt her fangs descend, and she gently bit into Spike. It wasn’t a desire to drink blood, in fact the thought of actually drinking blood made her sick to her stomach. But the claiming aspect felt right and so did the fangs. Besides, Spike thought they were cute! Buffy had a faint feeling that the whole fangs and eye thing was related to the First Slayer and the demon that resided in her. Either that or whoever had resurrected her had screwed up. But hey, at least she could claim Spike properly now.

Not really caring about anything other than the fact Spike was in her arms again she started to fall asleep, fangs still buried in her mate’s neck.

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10 p.m.

Buffy stirred, not quite sure what had woken her up. *Whatever it was, I am so kicking its butt.*

She listened for a moment and realized that whatever it had been, it must have already passed by. Annoyed at the intrusion into her sleep, she snuggled back into Spike trying to get comfortable. The more she wiggled around trying to find the perfect spot, the harder he got. She stared at him, trying to determine if he had really fallen asleep or was just playing a game with her. *Hmmmm, seems asleep to me*

Deciding to test her conclusion, she turned around and scooted down the bed. His cock was already semi-hard from her attempts to get comfortable. She inhaled the scent of him, watching in fascination as his cock twitched. *Someone wants to play*

Buffy began to trace the vein of Spike’s cock with her tongue. He tasted absolutely delicious! She loved it when he was semi-hard; it was the only time she could get all of him in her mouth. Of course, fully hard came with many orgasmic benefits, so she wasn’t complaining. She loved how he fit inside her perfectly. The sexual experiences in her memory before Spike were rather boring. There was Angel, who was almost the same size as Spike, but he was bent funny. *Looked like a freaking banana*.

Parker and Riley were at least shaped better, but there cocks had been smaller. All three men had been boring and predictable.

The slight thrust of Spike’s hips snapped Buffy back to the present. She looked up and met a beautiful set of blue eyes staring at her.

“Did you fall asleep down there pet?”

Buffy giggled and repositioned herself in order to pounce on Spike’s chest. “Love you sleepyhead!”

Buffy and Spike began to playfully roll around on the bed. Teasing and tormenting each other as they nipped, kissed, and touched.

“AHHHHHH pet, your killing me.” Spike grabbed Buffy and pulled her so that she was flush against his skin. Bending his head to her neck he began to suckle on the claim marks.

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“OH GOOD LORD,” Giles stood in the doorway with Joyce and looked on in shock. His slayer was naked on the bed with William the Bloody and was being drained. He grabbed his stake and lunged towards Spike.

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Chapter 8

Buffy saw the stake at the last moment, and she rolled off the bed, taking Spike with her. Hopping up onto her feet, she turned and assumed a fighting stance in order to face this new threat.

Giles stood in shock. He processed a multitude of things at once. One, Buffy was naked. Two, Buffy’s green eyes were an amazing shade of blue. Three, Buffy had fangs about half the length of a normal vamp’s. Four, both blonde’s had puncture marks on their necks. Five, Spike was naked. Six, good lord Buffy was still naked!

“Good Lord.”

“Look, Watcher, as much as I am sure you are enjoying the free show, do you mind leaving the room so my bird could get dressed? “

Giles stood there and stared at the couple until Joyce nudged him. He then turned and retreated out of the room, stopping in the doorway to wait for Joyce.

Spike watched them turn to leave, “Thanks mum. We’ll be down in just a moment – I hear heartbeats though, could you send them home, except for the Watcher?”

During the exchange between Spike and Joyce, Buffy has been staring at her mother. As Joyce turned to leave, Buffy’s anguished voice cried out, “Mom?”

Turning around, Joyce was just in time to catch her daughter as she barreled into her arms. She couldn’t understand a word that Buffy was saying to her. She held her while her daughter, the slayer, fell apart in her arms.

Joyce’s forehead wrinkled as she looked at Giles and quipped, “You know Spike had the same reaction to me, must be the water!”

Smoothing her expression back into a matronly glare, she looked over at Giles, “Could you please go tell everyone in my living room to leave.”

Giles started to interrupt, “But Joyce…”

“But nothing, this is my house and my daughter. Everyone will leave now except for you, and the four of us will have a nice long chat.”

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Downstairs

Giles stared at the couch in amazement. Spike, Buffy and Joyce were piled on the couch. Buffy was in the middle of the trio, her legs thrown possessively over the vampire; while her head rested on her mother’s chest. The position seemed to be very uncomfortable to him, but his slayer appeared to be unwilling to let either Spike or Joyce out of her physical reach.

“Well then,” Giles started, “Would either of you care to explain why my slayer has fangs?”

“Well Giles, this morning I woke up in LA, got chewed out by Angel, fought a vampire, died, woke up and found the love of my life and my mother in my room. In Sunnydale, which by the way does not exist anymore. I am heavily wiggin here! I mean, one, I’m dead. Two, Spike died three months ago, while saving the world. Three, My mother died three years ago. So tell me, since you are the only one in this room who is supposed to be alive, what the hell am I doing in my non-existent living room?”

Buffy stopped her tirade as she registered the shocked looks on both her mom and Giles face.

Joyce was particularly pale, “I’m dead?”

Giles looked at a grief-stricken Buffy who was trying desperately to comfort her mother. “Buffy what year is it?”

“2003”

Giles whipped off his glasses and started to clean them.

Spike’s face was one of dawning comprehension, “Well mate, spit it out! What year does your calendar say?”

“It’s November 1998”