~Chapter Five~

Buffy clutched at his shoulders as she felt him slowly enter her body. Despite her wetness, her tight walls contracted at his invasion. Her previous sexual encounters had done little to prepare her body for Spike’s cock. She knew he was a good two inches bigger than Parker and a lot thicker. For his part, Angel had stayed hidden under the covers, probably trying not to scare the crap out of her virginal self, but she could already feel the difference.

“Relax, kitten,” Spike said, nuzzling the lip that she had clenched between her teeth. She released her grip and Spike gently soothed it with a kiss. “Let me in, baby,” he whispered against her ear. Buffy forced her muscles to relax as he sank his entire length inside her body. Duel moans of pleasure filled the air at their joining. Spike was certain that he would dust from her searing heat.

Oh fuck!...so hot, so wet. Christ, feels so good. Never felt this before...never thought...

Supporting himself on his elbows, he peppered her upturned face with soft kisses, all the while smoothing the hair away from her face. Buffy ran her hands along his back, feeling the muscles flex and contract under her fingertips, loving the way his body felt pressed against her own. His weight felt comfortable above her and his height aligned their bodies perfectly. They fit together like two halves, each making the other complete.

He’s everything I never knew I was missing...

Buffy brought her hips up against him, having adjusted to the feel of him inside her body. Spike groaned and fought to control his demon as it screamed at him to take her hard and fast. His eyes flashed yellow and his face shifted before he could get it under control. He was surprised to find no fear in Buffy’s eyes as she pulled him closer to her. The potent smell of her arousal flooded his nostrils and she nuzzled her own face against the ridges of his demonic mask.

“Slayer likes a bit of monster in her man, I see.”

He laughed as Buffy let out a realistic growl of her own, before smashing her lips to his, unmindful of his sharp fangs. Spike rotated his hips in a slow circle, causing Buffy to throw her head back in the pillow, a loud groan spilling from her lips. The sight of her exposed neck was almost too much for Spike to bear. He promised never to hurt this amazing woman despite the demon screaming inside him to claim its mate. One day, when she was ready, he would make her his in blood. He wouldn’t force eternity on her. She would have to ask him herself. Withdrawing slowly, he began to pump his cock into her tight pussy. He was determined to bury himself so deep inside this girl she would forget those other wankers even existed. Reaching beneath her, he used her ass to pull her into his thrusts. Buffy was in heaven. This was what she’d been missing her whole life. With each plunge of Spike’s cock inside her she felt her past insecurities disappear and a new future unfolding before her. This man was creating sensations the likes of which she had never experienced before. Grasping at his back, Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Spike moaned as the movement allowed him to slip further within her heated channel.

“Oh my... Spike! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” she said, crying out as he increased the pace of his thrusts, angling his hips to strike a different bundle of nerves with each powerful plunge. Spike couldn’t believe his ears. The very idea that he could stop was laughable. An act of God couldn’t have pulled him from between her heavenly thighs. The room shifted and Buffy once again found herself straddling his hips. His grip was firm on her waist as he guided her movements on his cock, his eyes focused on the sight of their union.

“That’s it, baby, ride that sweet pussy up and down my prick...God, look at us, baby...so bloody beautiful!” His right hand abandoned her waist to play with her puckered nipples as his left descended to tweak the neglected bundle of nerves where they were so intimately connected.“Mmmm... love watching these perfect titties bouncing for me. , Christ baby... please, I wanna feel you squeezin’ my cock. Please, Buffy, I—”

The growl was almost deafening as Buffy began a rhythmic clenching of her internal muscles. She was so close to orgasm her entire body was buzzing. All she needed was that one final thing to push her over the edge.

“Fuck, luv, so good, so bleedin’ good,” he said, though whether he was aware of his groaning words or not was debatable. “Love this, baby...you...Oh, Christ...Love You....Love You...FUCKING LOVE YOU!” He roared, grabbing her hips and slamming her down on his cock. Buffy threw her head back and screamed as liquid fire raced through her veins. Her vision blurred and blackness descended as she collapsed on top of his convulsing body.


~Chapter Six~

Buffy had to admit that there were certainly worse sights to wake up to than the one before her now. She had awoken to find herself nestled against a cool chest. Spike’s right arm was wrapped protectively around her waist and his left hand rested over his un-beating heart, fingers sensuously entwined with her own.

This last fact should have made her run for the hills, but as she lay there studying him, realisation quickly dawned on her. Spike had opened her heart to sensations she didn’t believe herself capable of. Being the Slayer had hardened her. She had built walls around her heart in an effort to protect herself from the inevitable loss and heartbreak her calling would bring. In the space of one night, Spike had crashed through those walls and opened her mind to a world of possibilities.

Buffy’s eyes widened comically as she remembered his last words before she descended into oblivion. He loves me. A thousand conversations drifted through her mind. Her slayer training and Giles’ words of advice during the whole Angelus nightmare had been adamant about one thing: Demon’s couldn’t love without a soul.

Spike shifted in his sleep, his arm tightening around her waist, pulling her closer. Extracting her hand from his chest, she slowly raised herself to study his sleeping face. His unruly curls had escaped from their hair-gelled prison and her fingers itched to run through them. He looked so peaceful in his sleep it made her heart swell. So beautiful.

His soft lips called to her, and unable to resist she dipped her head to brush them in a leisurely caress. Blue eyes fluttered open as she pulled back from the kiss, a look of pure adoration swimming in their depths. Oh yes. He loved her. And in that moment Buffy realised something life changing.

She loved him to.

“Hey, you,” she said, rolling to her side.

“Hey yourself.” He grinned, moving to mirror her position on the bed. He searched her eyes for any signs of regret, breathing a sigh of relief when he found none.

“You have bed hair,” she said, as he moved to run his fingers through her own disobedient locks.

“So do you,” he replied. “Gotta say, luv, the just-shagged look really suits you.” His eyes searched hers for a second before ducking away in a gesture of uncharacteristic shyness. “Not that I’m complaining, pet, but I half expected you to run out of here this morning, virtue all aflutter.”

Please, no. I couldn’t bloody stand it. Can’t lose you now, not after this.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to hers and watched the emotions play across her beautiful features. He held his useless breath waiting for her to answer, and the response he got caused his eyes to widen in shock. “You said you loved me,” she whispered, cupping his cheek in her palm.

A small, nervous smile curled his lips, “You heard that, huh?” he replied. He leant forward to drop a lingering kiss across her mouth and in doing so brought her stomach in contact with his erect cock.

“Doesn’t that thing come with an off-switch?” Buffy laughed against his mouth.

“Never around you, baby.” He smirked, pulling her flush with his body and rolling her beneath him. Her giggles came to a stop as she reached up to run her fingers through his liberated curls. Green eyes met blue as she uttered the words that made his undead heart beat again.

“Make love to me, William.”




It was different this second time.

Lips whispered over skin and hands tenderly roamed the planes of the two lovers’ bodies. As Spike slowly thrust inside Buffy’s eager sheath, duel sighs of completion slipped from their lips. Neither of them looked away as their bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time, each caress and tender word fuelling the fire that burned brightly between them.

Buffy gasped as Spike angled his hips to grind against her engorged clit with each downward motion. She gasped his name and clenched her muscles in an attempt to keep him within her. Clutching the back of his head she drew him down to her neck holding him against her trembling body.

“Spike, please,” she said, whimpering as his tongue danced over her racing pulse point. The intense emotions threatened to bring his demon forth as Buffy held him tighter to her neck. “I want...” Spikes fangs dropped down and he lightly raked them down her throat, lapping at the small drops of blood brought to the surface. He groaned at the taste of the sweet ambrosia on his tongue and Buffy bucked up towards him.

“Baby likes Daddy’s fangs,” he whispered teasingly into her ear before once again returning to her throat.

His words sent Buffy wild as his thrusts increased in speed until he was slamming her into the mattress. “Oh God, Spike! Please, please.”

“Please what, baby?” he asked, slipping his hand between them and finding her clit, giving it a quick twist.

“Bite me!” she said, begging and dragging him back to her neck. “Please, Spike, make me yours.” He pulled back to look at her and must have seen the answer to his question in her eyes, because his own misted over as he swallowed hard and lowered his head into position. Buffy’s fingers slid over his back to clutch at his shoulders before turning to whisper in his ear the words he was desperate for.

“I love you, Spike.”

Without hesitation, Spike sunk his teeth into Buffy’s neck and took a deep pull of her blood, the exquisite pain of their coupling sending both into simultaneous orgasm.

“Mine” he roared.

Buffy quickly accepted his claim with an emphatic, “Yours!”

Carefully, Spike withdrew his teeth from her neck, sealing the twin puncture marks with his tongue. He rolled to the side, bringing Buffy with him as they both recovered from their high. Several minutes passed before he dared to speak.

“Buffy, sweetheart...you do understand what we just did, right?” He couldn’t disguise the uncertainty in his voice as his hold tightened around her, as if he were terrified she would be taken from his arms.

“You claimed me,” she answered matter-of-factly, running her fingers over his chest.

“It’s permanent, luv,” he said in a steady voice. “It can’t be—”

He was interrupted by a soft kiss to his lips as Buffy pulled his face down to look at her.

“I meant what I said. I Love you, Spike. You said it yourself...there was no going back from this.” She kissed him again as she settled down against his chest, exhaustion creeping over her. “No regrets. I want this. I want you.”

She felt him drop a kiss to her hair and heard a soft “I love you” as her eyes finally closed, content to be falling asleep in the arms of the man she loved. A man who loved her for who she was and not just the idea of what she should be.

Spike listened as her breathing fell into a steady rhythm, trying to resist the urge to pinch his arm to confirm he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes travelled the length of Buffy’s body, her golden skin standing out in contrast to his own pale form. His own eyes were beginning to feel heavy as he prepared to join his lover in well-earned rest, a contented purr rumbled from his chest when he looked at his claim mark. He felt an immense satisfaction that he had marked over Angel’s and the Master’s bites, effectively wiping their memory from the body of his mate.

Spike couldn’t believe how much his future had changed in the space of one night. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy. They would have to overcome many obstacles in the years to come, but he swore that he would fight by her side each step of the way.

Tightening his arms around the sleeping slayer, Spike pushed all other thoughts from his head.

Let the future sort itself out. Tonight, Buffy was his.

Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.


The End.



OK Folks, thats it. I tried not to make it too sappy, but I’m a romantic at heart, so what can you do?

Thanks to everybody who has taken the time to review this fic. I really appreciated it. I may even dare to write some more! x