Chapter 14
“Rise and shine,” Spike said sweetly as he nuzzled Buffy’s neck.
She smiled and opened her eyes, rolling onto her side to rest her cheek on his chest. “Hey there. And what do you think you’re doing with that hand, mister?”
Spike bit his lip as he pinched her nipple. “I have no idea what you’re on about, luv.”
“So that’s not you doing that?”
“Hmm-mm,” he said shaking his head and kissed her shoulder. “I’m behaving myself.”
“That would be a first, considering what we did last…” she blushed, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck to hide it from him.
He chuckled and moved his hand from her breast to her stomach. “Say it.”
“No!”
“Oh, come on, please? You’re so cute when you say naughty things. Remember when you called my cock a big—”
“Spike!” She swatted his shoulder playfully, the red on her cheeks turning crimson. “Clearly I was out of my mind.”
“You wound me, pet,” he pouted, sneaking his hand between her thighs and gently rubbing her between her folds. “Ooh, what’s this?”
“Spike,” she whispered, closing her eyes and sucking on her lower lip.
“Love that sound,” he said huskily as he moved on top of her and then pressed his lips against hers. “Think you’ll be sayin’ it a few more times before I let you out of this bed.”
“Oh, god…”
“That works, too,” he smiled proudly, sliding down her body to kiss her nipples, still stroking her gently and teasing her entrance.
Buffy was through calling him out on his cockiness. Done taking away his pride. Finished with resisting him. After the night they had, after the things…oh, the many miraculous things he’d done to her, she decided that Spike had won the title of Supernatural Sex Stallion and she shouldn’t mock something so fantastic; something she was damn lucky to have currently between her legs. “Please, Spike…”
“What do you need, kitten,” he cooed, licking her beneath her breasts and staring up at her, continuing that damned slow glide of his fingers along her aching, sodden flesh.
“Need,” she panted, licking her lips, “more…please…”
“An’ what did we learn last night?”
She glared at him and he bit back a laugh. “Please, Spike?”
“No,” he shook his head.
She sighed and dropped her head back on her pillow, squirming beneath him. “Please lick me or put something inside me!”
His forehead fell to her stomach as he started chuckling, the pitch going higher when she started swatting at his head. “Sorry…I’m sorry, pet.”
“Don’t laugh at me!”
“I’m not…it’s just,” he chuckled again and took a deep breath, halting his laughter. “You’re just the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” Seeing that she was getting angry, he tried to back-pedal his way out of an argument. “Guess what?”
She reluctantly turned her head to look at him and raised her eyebrows in response.
He smiled for a moment, making sure she was looking at him. “This.” Then he pounced, sucking her clit into his mouth and raising her legs up in the air with both hands. She cried out, arching her back off the mattress as he slid his tongue inside of her.
“Spike…oh god…mmm…”
He wrapped her legs around his neck and pushed two fingers inside her, growling as his tongue flicked and circled her swollen nub. She clutched his hair and thrashed her head to the side as a hoarse cry tore from her throat. Every muscle in her body resisted movement, stunned still by the talents of the vampire’s mouth and hands and finally wailed in protest when he pulled away. She foggily remembered saying, “Huh?” but it was soon swallowed by his lips as he moved over her again and thrust inside of her with his rigid shaft.
“Love,” he thrust hard, “this,” another thrust, “pussy. Fuck, baby!”
Buffy bit her lip and smiled proudly up at him as she squeezed him internally, thrilled to bits when she discovered it the night before. The fourth or fifth time they’d had sex she tried it and Spike’s eyes almost bugged out of his head, letting out a feral growl that would have frightened her if she didn’t know any better, and duly noted that it was the sexiest noise she’d ever heard. She was hoping to hear it again that morning. Spike didn’t disappoint.
His eyes flashed amber and he stilled above her, growling as she continued to squeeze him. “How the bloody hell do you do that?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She did it again and Spike’s head dropped forward, his hips completely still, enjoying the feel of her simply massaging him from the inside. But Buffy wasn’t having any of that. She pushed his shoulders back and rolled them over, a little too hard as they both came crashing to the floor. They cried out as the movement impaled her further on his cock. Without losing their stride, Spike gripped her hips and bounced her up and down, digging his heels in the carpet to get a better angle. He could feel his demon raging inside him, begging him to take her for eternity but his human side was too awed by the sight above him. She sat straight up, her hands bunched in her hair, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly, tits bouncing fiercely as she rode him. He held her waist still and thrust upwards, each pace coming faster than the one before it like a piston, in and out, smiling with lust as she called his name and begged for more.
Buffy felt a primal need inside her, something that almost frightened her as her body craved him, wanted to crawl beneath his skin, find a way to fuck him in return, get inside him, take residence in his cock and lay claim to his body. She dropped one hand from her hair and dragged her thumb across his lower lip, tugging on it as she ground into him, breathing through her teeth as she became lost to lust. Spike merely stared at her in awe, driving harder into her, calling upon the tigress within her to do as she wished. She pushed her thumb into his mouth and smiled as he immediately began sucking on it. Her free hand clawed at his chest and she moaned when he swiveled his hips.
“Yes! Yes!”
“Oh, Buffy…ride me, baby…fuck yes!”
Spike knew she had it in her, knew she was a little minx in waiting and his nostrils flared as he moved at a bruising pace beneath her. She clawed at her throat, panted and mewled as the pitch of her cries grew higher and higher. She wanted to consume him, wanted to breathe his breath, taste his essence and let him live inside her. She stared at his throat, stared at the jugular vein that pulsed as his muscles constricted, stared at the mark that made him the demon that he was and sneered. Drusilla. Always her!
There was a brief moment of terror in Spike’s eyes, but only a moment that was quickly replaced with wanting unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He wasn’t fucking Buffy…he was fucking the slayer…and she wanted him. Before he could decipher her intentions, she lurched forward and bit his neck so hard she drew blood, latching on to it as she rode him. Spike shouted in rapture, gripping her ass and thrusting desperately, faster, faster, almost sobbing as she started to lick and suck the blood from his neck. Her sweet tongue traced the ragged marks her human teeth left behind, her hot breath wafted over his skin and he came hard and long when he felt her walls close in on him. They both moaned with their release, never halting their movements, dragging it out for as long as possible, not wanting to separate until there was nothing left of them.
And then he panicked, realizing that he’d been too far gone to notice that she’d said the words. THE words. She drank from his neck and claimed him. Buffy, the sodding slayer supped from his throat and said, “You’re mine!” Did she know what she’d done? Had she any idea what she’d bound herself to? Bound him to? He hadn’t accepted the claim, so there was a chance out of this.
Of course, it was a bloody dream come true but only if she knew exactly what she’d done. There was no way he would accept something like this if she’d only acted on lust, not truly knowing the consequences (or benefits in his mind) from doing such a thing.
“Buffy! You just…”
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Her eyes were wide with worry, hands covering her sweet mouth as she looked down at the bite mark on his neck.
“Bloody hell, no,” he tried to console her though his tone was still loud with shock and restrained awe. “Vampire, here. Sort of a thing for us.”
“I don’t know why I did that…it was like,” she struggled to find the words, making Spike groan as she wiggled above him, “like something was pulling me towards you, you know? And…ewww? I just drank your blood, oh my god, Spike! I just drank…”
“Shh,” he said softly, closing his eyes, knowing she’d done it by mistake. “It’s ok, kitten.” He hoisted her off of him and stood up, unable to look at her and show her his disappointed and hurt expression. She hadn’t meant to do it; it was only an act of passion. Of course she didn’t want it. “I’m going to hop in the shower. You should pack up. Gotta head out soon.”
She watched him from the floor, her brow furrowed in thought trying to figure out what she’d done to upset him. She opened her mouth to speak but he’d already closed the bathroom door. “What did I do?”
~*~*~*~*~
Spike had been silent the entire drive and it was making Buffy nervous. Oh, he’d respond if she asked him a question, but it was curt and brief and laced with sadness. When she tried to question him about what happened in the hotel, he changed the subject, forced a smile and patted her on the knee. She knew she’d done something wrong. She could practically feel his emotions, like they were linked somehow. She wondered if his necklace charm wasn’t quite working but then she frowned, realizing she couldn’t read his thoughts, only sense his emotions. Perhaps because they’d been intimate she’d been able to read him better. Satisfied, she check-marked that thought to be the only reason for this strange bond she felt with him. Her need to protect and comfort him grew stronger each passing minute as did his sadness and it was starting to bother her.
“Spike?”
“Hm?” he fiddled with the knobs on the radio.
“Are you mad at me?”
“No, pet. Just focused on the task at hand. Gonna have to scope the caves out before we attack, get a good feel of the place. Jus’ thinkin’ is all.” The smile he gave her never reached his eyes and she frowned.
“Please talk to me.”
He sighed and lit a cigarette as he rolled down the car window. “Nothin’ to say, pet. Don’ worry about me, I’ll be right as rain after a spot of blood an’ a good long nap. You wore me out, kitten,” he tried to joke but she knew he was just avoiding the subject.
She leaned her head against the window and sighed. Having Spike in a mood wouldn’t help them when they did finally attack and she couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t speak to her about it. She’d been patient, tried to let him know she’d listen to him, went over their morning in her head a million times trying to figure out what she’d done. Something about her biting him really upset him. Was it because she’d done it over Dru’s mark? Was there some weird vampire/sire line that she’d crossed?
“Are you still in love with Dru?”
Spike almost spit his cigarette out and he gripped the steering wheel as he almost veered into the median. “What?”
“You heard me. Do you love Dru?”
He stared straight ahead and his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out how to answer her question. Did he love Dru? Well, he guessed he always would in a way. She’d been his everything for over a century and while he’d come to terms with the fact that they were over, he supposed there would always be a link between them. However, after everything he’d shared with Buffy, he didn’t know how strong that link was any longer. “I don’t know how to answer that, luv. Sorry.”
Buffy sighed in frustration and turned to face him. “Pull the car over!”
“Why?”
“You don’t get to ask me questions when you can’t even answer mine so pull this damn car over!”
He shook his head and pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road, turning towards her in anticipation for a fight but she opened her car door and got out, slamming it behind her. His cigarette dangled from his lip as he watched her pacing in front of the vehicle, yammering on about something to herself, kicking the asphalt, looking more gorgeous than she ever had. He cautiously exited the vehicle, leaving the lights on, and walked towards her. “Buffy? Something wrong, pet?”
She spun around to face him and glared at him as she mimicked him, poorly. “’Something wrong, pet?’” She flung her hands in the air in distress. “Yeah, there’s something wrong! You!”
Spike snorted and lit another cigarette, having tossed the other aside. “What did I do?”
Buffy jabbed a pointed finger into his chest, her eyes alight with rage. “You have been ignoring me since we left the hotel! You have been acting like a total weenie face and all I want to do is figure out what’s wrong.” ”
“Weenie face?” he couldn’t help it. It was too adorable.
She roared and turned around, pacing again. “You are so irritating! Why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong? For hours now I keep sensing you, feeling that something is off and yet you keep denying it! Did I hurt you, Spike? Are you afraid I’m going to end things or something? Are you…oh, god…you don’t want me, do you? That’s it! You…we…and now you’re done, right?”
“Are you daft?” Spike stormed over to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Of course I want you! Why would you think…”
“Because…well, I don’t know! I mean, we had that great evening and then when we woke up and…”
“I’m not the great poofter, Buffy. I don’t know what you want but…I can’t stop this if I tried.”
She stared up at him for a moment and then averted her eyes. “But this morning…”
“This morning,” he tilted her chin up to look him in the eyes, “was the best bloody thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“So why were you so upset?”
“Because…” he backed away and rolled his eyes, kicking himself for being a git. “Because you claimed me, Buffy.”
“I…huh?” Her nose wrinkled and she tilted her head. “No I didn’t.”
Spike pursed his lips and pointed to the bite mark on his neck. “This, pet. When you bite a vampire and say ‘you’re mine’ and suck his blood, you’ve placed a claim on him.” When Buffy continued to look at him with that deer-in-headlights gaze he almost laughed. “Fuck, your watcher doesn’t tell you anythin’, does he?”
“So…what does that mean?”
“It means that we’re bound to each other. Forever. It’s like a marriage between vamps. Whatever you feel, I feel an’ vice-versa. The only way to break it is if one of us dies.”
Buffy gasped and ran her hands through her hair. “So…I did that?”
He hoped there might be a twinge of happiness in her face after he’d told her that, hoping he could hang on to the dream that she’d want him before he told her that it wasn’t a complete claim. But she’d proved that yet again, she didn’t want him. Sighing, he said, “Don’t worry, it’s not permanent. I didn’t accept the claim so you can quit fussing over it.”
Spike turned to the side, away from her and Buffy finally said something after staring at his back for a long while. “So you were upset because I tried to claim you? Upset because I might have wanted more out of this?”
“No, I’m…Buffy, I’m upset because you didn’t mean to.”
They were silent for what seemed like hours. Buffy let all of this new information seep in. If she’d tried to claim him, didn’t that mean something? She was acting purely on instinct, her slayer side almost taking over completely, seeing him for the powerful vampire he was, the ally he’d become and the mate…the…mate? When had she ever thought about that word?
Spike was just waiting for her to do something, anything to change the subject so they could get back in the car and make with the much needed violence. He’d already said more than he intended and from the look on her face, she was struggling to deal with it all. “Buffy…let’s just go. I’ll be fine.”
“Spike? Why did you want me to claim you?”
“No. Not goin’ there, pet…no, no, no.” He waved his hand in the air and walked to the car door but as soon as he placed his hand on the latch, Buffy turned him around.
“Tell me.”
“Can you jus’ bloody drop it? I don’ want to talk about this, it doesn’ matter to you an’ it doesn’ matter to me. Was a great fuck, thanks for the memories but let’s get on the road now, ok?”
“Don’t you pull the tough guy attitude with me,” she spat, pushing him on the chest, “because I can see right through it. Partial claim, remember? So quit jerking me around and tell me, Spike. Tell me why!”
Without even thinking, it slipped out in a frustrated cry. “Because I love you!”