Chapter 18



Spike silently closed the door behind him as he entered the small bedroom that Giles had been kind enough to set up for them. Buffy was stretched out along the bed with her back to him. The oversized t-shirt Giles had lent her was bunched up around the thighs leaving the shapely form of her legs bare to his gaze and her tousled hair spread out across the pillow behind her. Spike frowned, as beautiful as she looked in that moment there was something wrong about seeing her in nothing but another man’s t-shirt—the plaid pyjama pants she had also been given having been left neatly folded on a chair in the corner of the room.

Kicking off his boots he made his way over the side of the bed and sat down gently beside her. His hand skimmed across the skin of her arm gently and down to her waist as he stretched himself out behind her.

“You awake, kitten?”

Buffy’s eyes opened easily as she rolled over to look at him, smiling as his hand came up to run down the side of her face in a gentle caress.

“Tired?” Spike asked as he leant over her to brush his lips across hers.

She shrugged and rolled into his embrace. “Sort of, I can’t sleep though.”

Spike dropped a kiss the top of her head. “You’re safe here, sweetheart.”

“For now, maybe,” she said as her hand found its way under the material of his t-shirt and absently danced over the skin she found there. “They’ll find me eventually and then I’ve put you and Giles at risk as well.”

Spike let out a quiet growl, his hand brushing back the hair from her face and tilting her head up so he could look her in the eye. “I can look after myself, kitten.”

Buffy lent forward and captured his lips with her own gently, “I didn’t say you couldn’t, I just said I’m putting you at risk if something does happen”

“You don’t need to worry about me, pet”

Buffy gave him a small smile and tucked her head back under his chin. “That doesn’t mean I won’t. It seems that ever since I arrived in Sunnydale all I’ve had is one stroke of bad luck after another.”

“It hasn’t been all bad, has it?” Spike asked softly.

Buffy sighed, “No, I guess not. If Penn hadn’t attacked me I would have never met you, or the rest of the clan. But I don’t know if I am really cut out for all this. I didn’t want to become a vampire to begin with, and I’ll admit it is nothing like I thought it would be, but if being a vampire means that I am constantly fighting just to live, then I don’t know if this is what I want.”

Spike frowned at the tone he could hear in her voice. “What are you trying to say, pet?”

Buffy hugged him closer. “I don’t know…just that maybe when this is all over I might not stay with the clan. If I can find somewhere to live relatively undisturbed, where I can still get access to blood…I don’t know. These past few days have been awful and all I know is I never want to be in the position where I have to go through something like that again.”

“You want to leave?”

“I said I don’t know!” Buffy pushed away from him and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her shoulders started to shake as tears started to run down her face again. “I just don’t ever want to be put in a situation like that again, their leader…he didn’t want to kill me, Spike, it was perverse and it was frightening.”

“He…,” Spike began, lost for words in his anger. “Did the bastard touch you?”

Buffy shook her head. “He tried. He didn’t get very far though, something about Angelus’ mark on my neck drove him off. He told me I stunk of Angelus and left. Thankfully, I didn’t see him again before I escaped.”

A vicious growl rumbled loudly from the vampire sitting behind her. Her demon knew instinctively that the threat wasn’t directed at her, however, and instead of running she turned herself into his arms. “He didn’t hurt me, Spike.”

Spike’s arms circled around her and his lips claimed hers. His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue begging for entrance urgently as he pulled her closer. The thought that Silas had touched her in any way made his skin crawl and his demon howl in righteous anger. The feel of her soft curves beneath the skin of his hands went some way to appeasing his demon of its ‘claim’ to the woman in his arms.

He let out a deep rumble as he rolled her beneath him. Buffy’s legs parted instinctively to allow him to settle into the natural cradle of her hips. Her small hands were beneath the material of his shirt pushing it up over his head desperately.

“I love you,” Buffy whispered as she broke their connection.

Spike was breathing harshly and he groaned loudly at her declaration, pulling her back into their kiss. “Buffy,” he began, as his forehead dropped down to rest against hers. “I love you, too, Kitten. God, I love you so much.”

Buffy whimpered and started tugging at his jeans. “Off,” she insisted as she attacked his belt.

Her desperate intensity pushed him into action and Giles’ t-shirt was pulled off and discarded over the edge of the bed with fervour as Buffy began to frantically push his jeans down his legs. He helped her shimmy them off before ripping the panties from her body and settling himself over her. His skin seemed to come alive as it rested against hers with no barriers barring them for the first time.

She was all softness and femininity—the soft skin of her thighs slid against the outside of his hips and the fullness of her breasts crushed up against his chest. His desire for her intensified tenfold at the visual and physical stimulation she presented.

Spike smoothed the hair out of her face as his eyes bored down into hers. “Want you,” he growled before he claimed her mouth with his in a bruising kiss. It lacked the finesse of their previous kisses as they abandoned all thought to the feel of each other, yet the passion and love was there. Buffy’s finger raked through his short hair, gripping the curls at the nape of his neck as they began to move against one another.

His fingers blazed a trail down between the center of her breasts and out to her waist as he tugged the entire length of her body roughly up against his. She could feel the heavy weight of his erection rubbing against the inside of her thigh as he leant down to press a kiss to the skin in the valley between her breasts.

Spike’s hand dropped down to her core, fluttering over the silken skin of her inner thighs that had clutched his waist before his fingers began lightly tracing the folds of her sex.

“Spike,” Buffy moaned throatily as his blunt teeth scrapped over the skin of her neck again and his fingers parted her folds only to sink into her depths.

Spike growled heatedly as her muscles clenched around the intrusion instinctively. “Like that, kitten?”

Buffy’s fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as she nodded fervently. Her thighs tightened around his sides as she rocked her hips up into his hand in time with each stroke. Spike groaned loudly at the tightness of her inner walls, his cock responding to the stimulus in anticipation of what was to come. Spike curled his fingers upwards within her channel as they searched for the elusive spot that brought so many women so much pleasure.

“Oh, God!” Buffy gasped as he pressed against something within her that sent a tremor of pleasure rippling across her body. Her eyes slammed shut as he repeatedly pressed against it, her hips bucked uncontrollably up into his hand as her pleasure built and burst sending her flying over the edge. “Spike! Need to feel you inside me!”

She reached down between them, grasping the hard length of his cock in her small hands and gently tugging him towards her. Buffy groaned loudly at the loss of his fingers when he slid them out of her as she aligned the head of his cock with her entrance.

“Hang on, kitten,” he whispered as he ghosted a kiss across her lips and took his shaft into his own hands and began to run it through her wetness, coating it in her excitement before poising the head of his cock outside her entrance once more.

“Love you, kitten,” he breathed as he began to push his way inside until he was fully encased within her channel. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

“So good.” Buffy gripped him tighter as their hips started to rock together. Pleasure crashed over her body in waves in time with each plunge of his hips. Their pleasure built rapidly; Spike could feel her walls quivering around his length as she approached her climax and knew that he wouldn’t be able to hold off instead of following her over.

“I want to…” She gasped out as he watched her face morph into its demon’s countenance uncontrollably. Her amber eyes flicked up to meet his, the question burning clearly in her gaze.

Spike nodded as he brought forth his own demon. “You can bite me, pet.”

An impassioned growl ripped through her as she pulled his neck down to her mouth and gratefully sunk her fangs into her lover’s neck. It was nothing like Riley’s blood had been, or anything like Angelus’ blood. Spike tasted like home. She could feel his love for her in each pull of his blood and the feeling sent her rocketing over the edge.

Spike let out a strangled noise of pleasure as he felt her teeth break through the skin of his neck. Her internal walls clamped down around his cock as she flew over the edge and his own eyes slammed shut as he tried to stave of his own release.

Her felt her hand at the back of his head, pushing his face down into her own neck. His tongue darted out to trace the column of her throat before he buried his fangs in her neck. He jerked once and found his release inside her the moment the taste of her blood touched his lips.

The desire to claim her was so strong it was almost overwhelming. All it would take was one tiny word and her responding acceptance. It would be so easy—too easy. Spike pulled back from her neck and laved his marks closed. It wasn’t just his decision to make.

He could feel Buffy lapping at the marks on his neck, closing the wounds as he had done with her. Her fingers were playing lazily with the hair at the nape of his neck as she placed a small kiss over her bite mark and drew back from him. Spike slipped out from within her as he rolled them to the side and pulled her into his embrace.

Spike’s hand settled over the curve of her buttocks as her hand came up to rest on his chest. She looked up at him with a lazy smile on her face. “That was amazing.”

Spike leant down and kissed her softly. “I love you.”

Buffy grinned at him. “I love you, too.”

“What would you say if I asked you to mate with me?”

A coy look spread over her face. “I thought we just did.”

Spike smiled and tilted her face up to his. “No, I mean officially. I love you, Buffy, and I want you to be my mate.”

“You want me to be…?” Buffy asked, sitting up as what he had said finally sunk in, a massive grin breaking out across her face. “Oh My God! Did you just ask me to marry you?”

Spike felt the nerves that had been amazingly absent initially start to creep into the pit of his stomach. In essence he had—she had lived the majority of her life in the human world with human customs, so it would make sense that she would see his proposal in human terms.

He nodded. “I did, love.”

Buffy’s hands flew to her face as she burst into tears and threw herself at him, his arms encircled her waist as she devoured him in a hungry kiss, her hand holding his face to hers. “I love you.”

“That’s a yes then?” Spike asked with a hesitant smile spread across his face.

“Yes, that’s a yes!”

Spike grinned and rolled her underneath him again. “Fuck, I love you.”

“You too.”





AN: As always, thanks to Andrea for the amazing work beta'ing this fic, and to everyone who had commented so far :D I hope you enjoyed the chapter ;)