a/n: I want to thank slaymesoftly for all her help shaping this chapter up. And mabel_marsters for all her help with the UK aspects of this story. I've never actually been to England (Been to France : ) ), so her help with all things British is greatly appreciated. If you happen to be British and you see something in the story that just doesn't ring true, please feel free to comment on it, so I can fix it. The following chapter is the type of stuff I'm really nervous about putting out there for people to read, so if you liked it, I'd love to hear from you. Even, if you don't like it. LOL! There's always room for improvement and I can't know what's not working, unless someone tells me. : ) To all those who have left reviews already, I want to say a big THANK YOU! It makes my day to see the reviews.

Soul Survivors
Chapter Eleven: Bite Me


Their room was spacious and the colors suited them both - with walls painted in a rich cream, a deep red carpet, and glossy modern furniture. How Giles had managed to get this suite, she didn’t know, but if she ever came to London again, Park Plaza was the hotel she’d be staying at. Her fingers itched to move the curtain over a little as she leaned against the wall next to it, but it was early afternoon and the sun was still up.

The huge window took up most of the wall from floor to ceiling. When they had arrived yesterday, right before sundown, the drapes had been wide open. Giles had rushed to close them for her, but she’d gotten a brief view of Big Ben in the distance across the river. As soon as it was safe, Spike had opened the curtains and they stood before the window, gazing out over the river. Big Ben glowed with ethereal lights along with the surrounding buildings. London was beautiful at night and it was nice to share the view with the one she loved.

Spike’s laughter rang out from the sitting room. He was doing his best to relax by watching some British comedy. After just five minutes, she had gotten up to make her way to the window in their room. She didn’t get any of the jokes or what was so funny, but then again, she could only understand half the words they were saying.

Buffy willed the night to come, for she was anxious to see some of London up close. The trip over had started just before nine o’clock in the evening at LAX. It was quite a challenge making sure they snuck into the cargo hold for the same plane that Giles would be on. Thirteen hours in a cargo hold was no picnic either, but they made the most of their time. The dark, cramped area was loud and a bit cold even for vampires. She smiled just thinking about the fun they’d had. Some suitcases were pretty comfortable.

It was even trickier getting off the plane at Heathrow. They had landed at three in the afternoon and even with the cloud cover, they couldn’t risk a run in the daylight. It was a good thing she was with Spike, who’d done that kind of thing before and knew just where to hide.

She marveled at how resourceful Spike could be. He hadn’t been in London in over forty years and yet, he quickly found the safest route to the hotel during daylight hours. They’d made their way to the underground transportation system and taken a “tube” train, before traveling through the labyrinth of sewers that would take them to the basement of the hotel where Giles was waiting.

After going through the muck of the sewers, Buffy had thought the lobby of the hotel looked like a palace. The dim lights soothed her raw nerves, and it wasn’t long before they were on their way to the elevators. The smooth off-white floors in the lobby were polished to a high gloss. Buffy longed to go back down there in a pair of new cotton socks and slide around. What would the high-class hotel workers think if she did that?

She grinned and settled her gaze on the drawer where her socks were stored. They were set to stay for at least a week. They’d spent their first night in the suite going over strategy and recovering from the long flight and time difference, but Giles had been up and gone the first thing this morning. He went off, armed with the secret Council book, the two watcher’s diaries, and the contract that Quentin Travers had put out on their lives.

Spike had shocked Giles when he declared the man’s plan to be brilliant. Giles would go to the council members one by one. First to the watchers who had worked in the field with a slayer, and then to the watchers waiting for their turn. He was probably at some tweed wearing guy’s place right now, showing him the evidence that put Travers in a bad light. She giggled as the image of a Giles look-alike cleaning his glasses and sputtering, “Well, I never!” flashed through her mind.

Once Giles had the support of the other watchers, they were going to invite the whole group to their suite so that everyone could meet Buffy and Spike. Eventually, they hoped to confront Mr. Travers at Council headquarters, and, with the support of the others, get him to back down. There was no way they could live in peace with Travers’ minions breathing down their necks like they were.

She clenched her fists and fought the urge to punch the wall. Every time she thought of that jerk, she felt her control slipping. Buffy grabbed the glass covered tissue box off the vanity next to her and threw it across the room. It crashed against the wall and shattered into tiny pieces.

Spike came rushing through the double doors, his eyes darting around the room before he gathered Buffy into his arms. “Everything all right, love? I thought someone was in here with you.”

Leaning her head against his solid chest, she inhaled his unique scent and allowed her body to relax. “It was nothing. I was just thinking about Travers and lost my temper again.”

His chest vibrated with a deep chuckle. “You’ll get your chance to confront him soon enough.”

She gazed up at him. “It’s taking too long for the sun to go down,” she whined and stuck her lip out. “I’ve never been to Europe and I want to see London.”

“Ooh, pouty.” His eyes sparkled with mirth before he kissed her lower lip and nibbled on it gently. “Does someone have a lot of pent up energy?”

Buffy nodded with a small smile on her face.

“I think I know what to do with that energy that will keep you occupied.”

“You have a one track mind,” she told him while helping him undress.

“Well, yours is occupied now, innit?” was his smug reply.

“Hmm, that feels nice.”

Spike rubbed her shoulder with one hand while he undid her pants. She opened her eyes and noticed the front door of the suite in her line of vision. Buffy reluctantly disengaged from his amorous attentions, quickly shutting the doors to their room. They had no idea when Giles was planning to return. It wouldn’t be good if he came home and found them going at it.

Giles had tolerated Spike and, at times, seemed to even like him, but she knew that he really didn’t approve of their relationship. Which was stupid. What was there to disapprove of now? She turned back, admiring lots of things she approved of. He was completely naked, hard and ready for her.

Then his hands were roaming all over while he gazed at her in adoration. “I never get tired of this; with you.”

“Me either,” she told him while caressing his chest. She gave his nipple a hard pinch and delighted in his reaction.

Spike’s eyes glazed over with lust as he gripped her backside. “That hurt, you little-” He stopped and tensed again when she pinched the other one.

“Little what?” she asked playfully.

All play ended when he crushed his mouth to hers, their tongues dancing to the same rhythm their bodies knew as they rubbed against one another. She felt her way between them, gripping him before pumping her hand along his length.

Spike moaned into her mouth then pulled away from her. The desire and raw hunger in his blue-rimmed, almost black eyes, matched her own as she stared back boldly. This is what she’d fought so hard against last year? How incredibly stupid she’d been. In all her life, she’d never felt so desirable; so wanted.

“Do you know what I want to do you?” he asked in his deep voice.

Buffy closed her eyes and shook her head.

“I want to turn you around and bend you over that chair there.” His lips moved over her neck now causing her to shiver as he ran his tongue up to her ear. “Then I’m gonna take you from behind.”

Her little moan was all the permission he needed, so he pushed her towards the chair, spun her around, and leaned her over it. The little red chair was softer than it looked and the material felt good against her breasts.

He rested a palm on the small of her back, and she braced herself as he pushed his way inside.

“You are so tight.”

She used her muscles to squeeze around him and pushed herself. He gripped her hips. “Hold on, pet.” Then he was moving, slowly at first, rotating his hips. The pleasure was incredible, but she wanted more.

“Harder,” she ordered.

He withdrew completely and slammed into her. “Touch yourself.”

Without thinking, she instantly moved her hand to do as he told her. Anything to keep him moving.

He slammed into her repeatedly, touching the right spot with each thrust. The chair moved beneath her with the force, her toes slipping as she lost traction. He adjusted them and continued, only to have to stop again when it slipped across the carpet a second time. He growled and grabbed her at the waist, pulling her off the offending piece of furniture. He was still inside her and thrust further into her as he kicked the chair, with brute strength, into the wall. Half carrying and half pushing her, he shoved her back into position on it and slammed into her again.

The noise the chair made as it hit the wall over and over again, their skin slapping together, her finger rubbing against her clit, and Spike hitting the perfect spot inside her with each thrust all intensified her arousal.

Little noises began escaping from her throat as the pleasure built up. Spike grunted in response, gripping her hips tighter. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she went over the edge. With her walls rippling and tightening around him, it wasn’t long until he followed her, mumbling her name.

He slowly pulled out and caressed her back. “I’m sorry that was over so quick, but doing you from behind with your arse up in the air like that was too much excitement for me.”

Buffy stood on shaky legs and curled her toes into the carpet. “You liked it like that, I guess?”

“Yeah. It’s bloody hotter than hell to see myself entering you.” Spike hugged her to him and nuzzled her neck. “No worries though. With my constitution, we’ll be shagging again in ten minutes.”

She let out a short laugh. You could stuff a soul into him, but no one could yank the cockiness out. They sat on the end of the bed and she clasped her hands in his and watched as he brushed a knuckle over the silver skull ring.

Smiling, she searched his face noting the familiar scar on his eyebrow and his long eyelashes. “I love you. You know that, right?”

He let her hands go and kissed her softly. “I love you, too. Even if I don’t deserve you or your love, I’m so happy to have you.”

Buffy sighed as she glanced around. The room was getting dimmer, but light still filtered through the curtains. “Well, it’s still light out.”

“Guess were gonna have to stay busy, then. How about we take advantage of that Jacuzzi tub in our bathroom?”

“That’s a great plan,” she said as she flopped down on the bed.

“I’ll go get the water started.”

A few minutes later, he lifted her up in his arms, carried her to the tub, and gently placed her in the water. She moaned in gratitude as the jets massaged her back and feet. He moved around the large open bathroom, closing the door and lighting a few more candles.

“Where’s the bubble bath?” she asked when he slipped in beside her.

“You don’t put bubble bath in one of these things. I learned that the hard way.”

She frowned at him. “I don’t want to know.”

“Right then, come sit on my lap.”

She glanced at him and slipped under the water instead. The roar of the jets reminded her of the cargo hold of the plane. She grabbed onto Spike’s leg to keep from floating to the top and exhaled the useless air in her lungs. It was a surreal feeling, under the water. She could make out a wavy Spike and a couple of glowing candles through the rushing water. If she wanted to, she could stay under there all night. The urgent need to breathe, the panic, and the instinct to survive was not there.

She grinned and put her hands on Spike’s knees. She could do many things under the water now that she had no need to breathe. She moved closer to him, letting her tongue dart out to touch the tip of his already swollen member. Spike wound his fingers in her floating hair and when she took him in mouth, he wrapped his feet around her. Holding on to his thigh, she used the other hand to caress his balls.

A few minutes passed and he could take no more. He reached into the water, pulled her up, and settled her in his lap with her legs spread on either side of him.

“Hey, I was having fun down there,” She pouted.

“I was too. So much fun that it was gonna get cut short if I didn’t stop you.”

She wiggled in his lap, rubbing herself against him. He stilled her movements and reached between them to rub her clit.

“This won’t go too smoothly under the water you know,” she told him as she moved against his fingers. “The water will wash away all my natural lubricant.”

He stopped and frowned at her, while reaching back with his free hand for something. “And how would you know that?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” She grinned at him, raising an eyebrow.

He lifted them both out of the water and sat on the wide edge of the tub, where he flipped open a bottle of oil. “You’re right. I don’t want to know.”

Spike poured a generous portion on himself and rubbed more on her, before lifting her up a bit and positioning her over him. He held her there and vamped out. “You are mine now, and no one but me will ever touch you like that again.”

He let her go and she slammed down on him while he dropped them back into the water. Her legs were in a weird position, so it took a moment to sort it all out. Then he was moving her up and down, the buoyancy of the water slowing their motion.

His amber eyes were hidden behind closed lids and she took a moment to study the demon’s face as it relaxed in pleasure. She touched his forehead and his eyes opened. He was beautiful to her, no matter what face he showed her. She bent down and kissed him, his fangs cutting into her lip. She pulled away and licked her lips before offering him her tongue. Greedily, he sucked it in to his mouth and savored her rich blood.

The act caused pleasure to shoot from her tongue straight to her groin and she moaned. They continued their slowed movements, as she threw back her head, taking in the smell of humidity, the candle wax and the perfumed oil. If she could, she would freeze this moment in time. It was just the two of them, connected and close, far from home and worries.

Spike shifted his hips and rammed up into her. She was getting close. She leaned in and rubbed her neck against his fangs. “Please,” she whispered.

He grunted and moved his hips. “What do you want, Buffy. I want you to tell me.”

The bones in her face crunched as she changed forms and looked him in the eye. “Bite me, Spike. Please.”

He yanked her head to the side, and in one swift movement, his fangs sank into the flesh of her neck. She screamed as her release rushed up on her. The pleasure intensified with each pull of blood. He held her down as he came, and she could feel him pulsing as if he was alive inside of her.

When he was finished, he pulled out of her neck but kept her on his lap as he closed the marks. Spike hugged her closely, and she felt his forehead smooth out. She tried desperately to morph back as well, but her emotions were running so high that she just couldn’t get enough control to do it. Only after she took a couple of deep, slow breaths, did her eyes go back to green and her face smooth out.

They remained like that, with him going soft inside her while long minutes passed; neither of them ready to give up the closeness and emotional connection that went with it. Finally, she leaned back, touching the marks in wonder.

“You all right, love?” he asked tenderly.

“More than. That was totally amazing.” She kissed him, got up from his lap and sat down next to him.

Spike reached over and switched the jets off. The room fell into a peaceful silence and they sat back, with his arm over her shoulder, until Spike could stand the silence no longer.

“I know you’re anxious to do the tourist thing. Let me wash your hair for you and we’ll get going.”