Disclaimer: Joss is god, I am just a lowly plebe in the world of Spuffy

Author’s note: All hail the fab BTL for being a great beta and a good friend.

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Chapter 5: In the Basement

Buffy stepped out of her last class of the day, avoiding the glare of Xander and stepped straight into Spike.

Her audible gasp was heard by more than one of her fellow classmates. Without a word, Spike grabbed her wrist and led her to the basement of the school.

“What the fuck are you doing Spike?” she yelled, jerking her arm out of his grasp.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?” he yelled right back at her.

Buffy stood back, her hands on her hips waiting for him to answer her question first.

He was on the point of answering her when he realised what she was doing.

“No,” he said, shaking his head to the negative. “That’s not how it’s gonna be, Goldilocks. I’m your Sire and you will do what I say.” Spike walked into her personal space to the point of being able to tell what flavour gum she was chewing. “Now where the bloody hell were you?”

Buffy’s stance crumbled under his tone and she looked down into his black tee shirt and sighed. “I went to Willow’s and then I went home, to my mother’s house,” she said quietly. Her demeanour changed though when she remembered why she had left the Bronze and she took a step back, her gaze hard. “You didn’t want me, you were sucking face with Drusilla in the middle of the fucking Bronze!” she screamed at him.

“Hold on now,” he said. “She kissed me, not the other way around, and bloody hell Buffy, I was just so glad that she hadn’t run off and gotten herself dusted. There’s a Slayer in this town or have you forgotten?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and took a step towards him. “I know. I just was so mad.” She grabbed the lapels on his duster and pulled him even closer. “You are mine! Not hers, not anyone else’s!”

Spike nodded, suddenly mesmerized by her lips.

“You are bloody beautiful when you are right ticked off,” he commented softly.

“You are changing the subject Spike,” she whispered back.

“Damn right I am,” he said, finally taking her lips with his own in a searing kiss.

Buffy moaned against the assault her lips were under, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. His hands were everywhere at once, seeking out the skin that he had missed touching since their spat. Spike ran his hands up her bare thighs, pushed aside the thin scrap of cloth that covered her mound and began to tease her folds.

Buffy sank human teeth into his lower lip, and muffled his growl of delight. She weaved her fingers through his platinum blonde tresses.

God, she had missed him, and his fingers, and his tongue, and his...

Spike snaked his free hand up under her shirt and began twisting and pulling on a single nipple until it was a puckered point.

Buffy licked her way down Spike’s neck, focusing in on the marks she had left when he had turned her. Her mating marks. Shifting into game face, she slid her fangs into her marks, his blood pooling in her mouth.

“Mine,” she whispered against his neck, her legs quivering at the attentions he was giving to her nether regions.

“Yours,” he whispered back, as he plunged two fingers into her glistening depths. Circling her clit with his thumb, he backed her into the basement wall, tearing off her panties that were just getting in the way now.

Spike dropped to his knees and nuzzled the soft flesh of her thigh, breathing in her scent. Slowly, he worked his tongue up past her folds and began the excruciatingly slow process of laving every part of her pussy with his expert tongue.

Buffy’s eyes rolled back into her head, and clutched at his hair, holding him in place, his nose nudging her clit at random times. Buffy gasped as he sank his tongue into her wet channel, licking up her juices.

“Oh, god, Spike,” she moaned.

She could tell he smiled, delighted with the way she called out his name.

Sensing she was close, Spike began nibbling along her thigh, having replaced his tongue with his nimble fingers. Bringing is game face to the fore, he bit down on the soft flesh of her inner thigh, while giving her pussy a few thrusts of his fingers, sending her over the edge.

Without letting her recover from the experience, Spike stood and unzipped himself, positioning his hard cock at her entrance, blood still on his lips.

Spike lifted his mate up and she sank down happily onto his thick shaft, wrapping her legs around his torso.

The two vampires looked into each other’s amber eyes as they moved in rhythm, their moans echoing through the basement of the school. Their lips met, their borrowed blood mingling on their tongues.

Pinning her against the wall, his hands holding the firm globes of her ass against his pelvis he groaned in the perfect ecstasy of their joining.

Buffy leaned her head down and licked the blood flowing from the bite she had given him, the taste of it just adding fuel to her already over stimulated core. She could feel blood trickling down her leg from his bite mark, and their combined thrusts making healing difficult.

Buffy tightened her channel muscles causing an audible growl from the Master vamp, and a renewed fury of thrusts. Without warning, Spike slid his fangs into her neck, over his siring marks and drank, bringing her over the edge once more.
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Buffy looked up from her chemistry text book and frowned at her lover, who was pacing the halls relentlessly.

“Spike! Stop pacing!” she ordered from her spot on the floor in front of her locker.

“It’s bloody exasperating is what it is. Here we are sitting ducks for your bloody Watcher and the other Slayer to slay us, while what? We wait like pigeons for your mother to come pick us up after bloody school? Right pathetic it is.”

“We are not pigeons, Spike. My mom said she’d pick me up, and I am NOT walking around in the sewers to get back to my house. First of all, ewww, and secondly who wants to walk, I’ll get blisters from my new shoes.” Buffy lifted her foot up off the ground, wiggled her toes. “You like?” she asked.

Spike gave her a look that said, that this wasn’t the time to be talking about foot ware.

“Besides, I haven’t seen or heard from Giles or Faith since this morning when it was all, ‘Buffy’s a vampire’ let’s stake her.”

“And you don’t think they’ll want to continue that conversation say, when there are less nosy students runnin’ around? Like say, nowish?”

“I’m hoping for the best, and if not, I’ve got you for back up now,” she said smiling, remembering their little make out/make up session in the basement.

“I don’t understand why you even came back to this dump, you are above all this now, Goldilocks. You don’t need this place.”

Buffy sighed. “Maybe, but my mom thinks I do.”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“Hey! My mom’s been very accepting of the whole new lifestyle of the undead here...”

“Soddin’ school,” he muttered.

“Maybe I want to go to school? Maybe I didn’t want to have a whole weird new life, Maybe I wanted the one I had, except with you in it too? Well with mom being ‘it’s ok that you are undead Buffy, we’ll work around it,’ I’m thinkin’ it might happen. ‘Course that was before you and Ho-zilla started with the make out sessions at the Bronze.”

“Oy! I apologized for that!”

“Yes, but the mental trauma is deep and scaring. I expect presents and lots of them,” she said with a smirk.

“Might I remind you about the physical trauma you caused to my car?” he reminded her, his scared eyebrow raised.

“Oh, right,” she giggled.

Spike smiled back, only to frown when he smelt the faint scent of someone he’d met before. Catching Buffy’s eye, he realised that she smelt it too. They were being watched. Buffy put down her chemistry book and stood up.

“Willow,” Buffy called out with warning. “You can come out, I can smell you.”

Willow stepped from behind the corner of the hallway and shuffled forward.

“Do I smell bad?” she asked with a cringe. “I mean, I had a shower this morning...”

Buffy laughed. “No, I mean I could smell you because I have super power nose now. You don’t stink.”

Willow looked relieved. “Good, cause part of duties of best friend: letting friends know when they smell and save them for being a social pariah.”

“Duly noted,” agreed Buffy. “What’s up?” Buffy tried to be all nonchalant about the whole Willow spying on her, considering that she hadn’t seen Willow since the Giles wanna stake episode.

“I saw Jonathan,” said Willow. “He told me about you and the Bronze. He didn’t know you were trying to kill him.”

Buffy frowned, unsure where her friend’s babbling was heading.

“Were you really gonna eat Jonathan?” Willow asked.

Buffy looked caught. She looked back and forth between Spike and Willow a few times before answering.

“I was,” said Buffy sadly. “But I swear I wasn’t gonna kill him. Just a snack.”

“Bloody hell,” muttered Spike.

“I guess that’s ok then,” said Willow. “Have you, have you killed anyone since you’ve been turned?”

“No,” said the former Slayer softly.

“And what’s in the thermos? Or was in the thermos, cause you probably had that for lunch?” asked Willow.

“You ate out of a bloody thermos?” raged Spike behind her.

“It was pig’s blood. My mom got it for me from the butcher’s,” explained Buffy.

Willow smiled. “Buffy! You’re a good Vampire, like Angel was.”

Buffy shook her head no. “I don’t have a soul, Willow...”

“Bloody right you don’t,” muttered Spike.

There was a honking from outside.

“That’s my mom. Can I call you tonight Wills?” Buffy asked. “You know, the whole best friend thing?”

“Absolutely,” said Willow with a smile on her face. “And don’t worry about Xander, he’ll come around soon I think. He really misses you.”

Buffy rushed to hug Willow before picking up her chemistry text and her long coat and racing towards the car.

“She doesn’t have a soddin’ soul,” muttered Spike in Willow’s direction before lifting his duster up over his head and running to Mrs. Summers’ car.
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tbc...