Chapter Eleven
A short while later, Buffy felt herself drifting back towards consciousness. Delicious feelings were beginning in her core and spiraling out to engulf her languid body. On their own accord, her hands drifted to the platinum head buried between her thighs. She cracked open her eyes, a long moan of pleasure escaping her.
“Morning, luv.” he purred against her, the vibration of his voice against her clit sending shockwaves across her skin.
She had thought that she was sated, and way to tired to continue. But his wet, rough tongue sliding over her ravaged cunt proved her wrong. “You taste so sweet, baby. I could drink from you forever.” Her fingers stiffened on his hair at his hoarse words. God, she could almost cum just listening to him speak in that low, husky whisper, his accent making each syllable a caress.
Her body was relaxed from sleep, her muscles sore from the many time they made love, already. But, with the sweep of his tongue across her swollen flesh, she felt herself slowly start to climb toward the precipice that she had become very familiar with. Her teeth captured her bottom lip, her hips lazily rose to meet his hungry mouth. He was angled beside her, his twitching cock within easy reach of her grasping hand. He hissed against her clit when she fisted him in her grip, slowly pumping him in time to his tongues movements.
The tiny burst of air against her over sensitized bundle of nerves caused her to cry out at the unexpected sensation. Spurred on by her response, he did it again, this time curling his lips around it to direct the blow.
“Oh, Jesus.” she sighed, her hand tightening around his thick, shaft. He pistoned his hips, thrusting himself through the circle of her fist. She felt the sweet tension coil tight in her abdomen, and she began to ride his face in earnest. Her breathing was coming in short, rapid gasps, her hand convulsing around him. Then, slower than she thought possible, the knot unfurled, sending each nerve and sense over the edge separately. One by one, she felt them fall, until they merged together in a bright explosion of color behind her eyes.
His name was a scream on her lips, her inner muscles clenching, and her juices spilled over his ravenous tongue. Still riding the convulsions tearing through her, she surged up on her elbow to capture his cock in her mouth. Her tongue slid into the slit at the top, parroting what he had been doing to her just seconds before. With a moan, he collapsed on his back, surrendering himself to her. She twisted up to her knees, seeking better purchase on him. Her tongue pressed hard against the vein on the underside, and he surged his hips forward, managing to remind himself not to push to far.
Up and down, he watched her head bob. The erotic image of her kneeling over him, her skin glistening with sweat, and her breasts swaying gently with her movements went a long way toward shoving him over the edge. The final nudge came when she took his fully in her mouth, the head of his cock grazing the back of her throat. Then, she began to swallow. The gentle opening and closing of her throat around him, compounded with the pressure of her tongue sent him fully over the edge into bliss.
His hands fisted in the rumpled sheets, and her name tumbled form his lips like a prayer, his back arching fully of the bed. “God I love you.” he breathed, as she swallowed every shot of his salty cum. After he finished, she gave his softening dick an affectionate kiss. She licked her lips appreciatively, then smiled at the contented look on his face.
“I love you, too.” Buffy whispered, sitting back on her heels.
“We’re going to have to eat if we’re going to keep this up, luv.” He said in a satisfied voice.
“Where’s all that vampire stamina I’ve heard so much about?” she teased, giggling when he growled at her.
“You better quit with the cracks about my age, missy.”
“Or, what?” she challenged, raising her chin.
“Or I’ll show you exactly why they call me ‘Spike.'” He smirked at her, watching her eyes drift to the object in question. He chuckled at her gasp when it twitched.
“I thought that’s what you were doing.” she replied, breathlessly.
“Oh, baby. I’ve only just begun.” He purred, his blue eyes darkening to sapphire. She whimpered softly at the promise in his voice. Diving for the phone, she tossed it at him.
“Get with the calling, then make with the showing.” His eyebrow shot up at the command in her voice.
“Turning into quite the little minx, aren’t you?” His mouth curled up into a sensual smile, as he righted the phone and started to dial. She merely returned his smile with one of her own, laughter dancing in her eyes.
An hour later found them with their belly’s full, their demons fed, and their bodies sated, for the moment. Buffy had taken the break to call her mother, grimacing at the time as the phone rang. Joyce, luckily, had already realized that she probably wouldn’t see Buffy again that night. So, she just mumbled a tired thank you for calling, and made sure that she had the right number for Spike’s room. She had then checked in with Giles, listening as he gave her the run down of Kendra’s patrol. Apparently Angel was indeed laying low. He, nor Dru, nor any of their minions had been seen. She let out a sigh of relief, that at least for now, Angelus was behaving.
Now, Buffy was laying on her stomach across the bed, her naked form still damp from the shower they had shared. Her skin was tingling from the way he had taken her against the hard tile of the shower wall. He had angled into her in ways she had never thought possible, stimulating spots inside of her that she hadn’t know existed. Then, he had tenderly, reverently washed her body and hair, his strong fingers kneading her flesh. After he was done, he had gently pushed her under the spray, then quickly washed himself. She stood under the water, watching him from under half closed lids, her fingers massaging her scalp to dislodge the last of the soap. After she had stepped out, he quickly rinsed, then joined her. He had taken the towel, and repeated his actions from the shower, wiping the water away with leisurely strokes. He then dried himself and led her back into the bedroom, urging her to lay down on her stomach. He had then straddled her back, and was now running his strong fingers along the smooth lines of her back, making her purr with a combination of arousal and relaxation.
Spike couldn’t remember a time in his long, odd life when he had ever been this happy. He felt like grinning like poof for eternity, as long as she stayed by his side. He had been ready to kick himself when he had let his little confession slip from his lips, but when she had returned it, his heart nearly burst from his chest. He’d known, deep in his subconscious anyway, that he had loved her at first sight. She was an amazing little bundle of soft curves, and strong muscle. Her inner power had shone through her eyes, scorching him. And the fact that she had turned his own weapon on him had earned her a respect that he bestowed on almost nobody. When he had learned she had her soul, he had been reeling, not knowing who or what to believe. Then she had sought him out, her sympathy and caring soothing his battered soul. He had seen a young woman whose life had been irreversibly altered, dealing with it better than he had. He was made the way he was, only part vampire, and he had succumbed to the lures of the night.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” she asked, her voice soft and drowsy.
“The past few days.” he told her, sliding his thumbs along either side of her spine.
“What about them?” She turned her head slightly to look at him, finding the position uncomfortable and laying her head back down.
“Just trying to figure out how I got so lucky to find you.” Nancy boy, poof, bloody ponce. Wanker, he scoffed at himself, with a smile on his face.
“Maybe you were a good boy in a former life.” she mumbled, her eyes drifting closed. He snorted at that.
“I’ve been a good boy in this life.” he purred, lowering himself to run his tongue along her shoulder. His medallion grazed along her back, the added sensation causing her to mewl in response.
“Insatiable.” she whispered, burying her head in her arms and arching her neck toward his wondering tongue.
“Damn right.” He replied, pressing a kiss against the back of her neck. “What did the Watcher have to say?” he asked, in between wet kisses against her skin.
” Mmm, he wants me to meet him tomorrow, or tonight I guess, after sundown at the library.” Buffy answered, relishing the feel of him against her. “You too.” she finished on a sigh when his hands kneaded the muscles in her lower back.
“Why?” He trailed his tongue along her spine, sliding himself lower on her body. His knees were on the outside of her legs, pinning them together.
“Dunno.” she said on a gasp when his hands rubbed the firm globes of her buttocks. She stretched towards him when she felt that clever tongue of his tease the cleft at the top of her ass. She moaned again, once the wet organ slipped down the split between the orbs, her unneeded breath catching in her throat. Her fingers fisted in the sheets, when he lightly teased the tight opening of her orifice. Heat pulsed through her at the new feeling, and she pressed her sex against the bed, seeking friction. He had spread the curved mounds, and was now lightly pushing his tongue inside. His erection was laying against the tight seam of her thighs. He felt her start to push out, trying desperately to spread them and invite him further in. He moved one of his knees bringing it back down on the inside of her newly splayed thighs. This worked to his advantage and he slipped one long finger into her sopping cunt, his tongue never missing a beat. She tried to roll over, but her left thigh was trapped between his.
“Stay put, luv.” he murmured. Reluctantly, she did so, giving herself over to his whim. Grunting in satisfaction, he went back to what he was doing. A second finger joined the first, and he slowly thrust them into her, getting them slick with her dew. His tongue stabbed relentlessly in and out of her anus, wetting the surface completely, while she moaned and whimpered beneath him. Her hips moved restlessly against him, her hazy brain unable to wrap around what he was preparing to do. She practically sobbed when he withdrew his fingers from her, only to gasp, then stiffen when she felt them take the place of his tongue.
“What. . ?” she started, trying to pull away. His hand curved around her hip, holding her in place.
“Sh, luv. It’s alright.” he murmured against her skin, his long digits moving slowly within her. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.” She relaxed at his soft words, allowing the new sensations to wash over her. His fingers stretched her, not uncomfortably she noticed. In fact, the friction in her ass began to compound to a fluttering in her womb, and amazingly, she felt an orgasm begin to build. His tongue had joined his fingers, his saliva helping to lube her. When he added a third finger, her climax ripped through her, surprising her at it’s suddenness. She writhed and gasped riding out the spasms. Never taking his hand away from its task, he banded his arm around her waist and pulled her to her knees. With one swift stroke, he plunged into her quivering mound growling when she clamped around him. Once, twice, three times he thrust, until his cock was slick and glistening with her spendings. When he withdrew from her completely, she cried out, her ass wriggling temptingly to entice him back in. When she felt the head of penis at her rear hole, she tensed once more.
“Spike, wait…” he paused, just resting the slick tip against the opening.
“What luv?”
“Angel, did. . .that to me, when I woke up.” she told him, squeezing her eyes shut as the memory threatened to cripple her. He molded himself along her back, allowing his cock to slide against her dripping pussy.
“Baby, I know he did. But let me show you, how good it can be. I promise, pet, if you want me to, I WILL stop.” he crooned, peppering kisses across her shoulders. His hand had slid around her to fondle her breasts, effectively wiping Angel from her mind. She thought for a split second more, comforted by his hands and words, before nodding her head in agreement. With a growl of pleasure, he began to push into her, slowly, and steady, pausing every second or so to allow her to adjust. She forced herself to stay relaxed against the pain, knowing from experience that it would only be worse if she fought it. Once he was pushed in to the hilt, he stilled completely, his hands caressing and teasing her nipples and cunt. His fingers slid over her clit, and she began to thrust her hips against him. He allowed her to set the speed, not moving himself until she started to push back harder against him. “That’s it baby. Fuck Buffy, so fucking tight. Love you. Love you.” he murmured incoherently against the skin of her back. She threw her head back as his long fingers penetrated her folds, the dual penetration making her dizzy. Where Angel had just thrust into her, dry, trying to force her to submit. Spike just knelt behind her, allowing her to thrust back on him, his hands in constant motion along her sensitive skin.
“Oh, God, Spike. SO good, so good. Please, harder.” she gasped, needing him to take her. He surged his hips forward, his pelvis slamming against the pale curve of her ass, his balls lightly slapping the entrance to her cunt. A surprised cry ripped from her throat as she tried to force herself harder against him, desperately seeking the release that seemed just out of reach. His thrust became longer, harder, more urgent as she spurred him on. Stars danced behind both their eyes as they raced towards oblivion. His thumb pressed hard over her clit, and he relished the soft snarls and growls that she was making.
“So fucking beautiful, so good. I love you Buffy,” his fangs grazed the skin of her shoulder, sending fresh tremors through her and making her jerk back harder.
“I love you, Spike. Please. . I need. . .” She struggled to continue, to lost in the sensations he was evoking in her. Never had she been taken so completely, so fully. She could feel her demon screaming for something, and it took her a moment to figure it out.
“What do you need, baby. Tell me,” he purred, speeding up his movement.
“Oh, god. Bite me, now, please. Make me yours.” she screamed, the flashing of color beginning behind her eyes. Her demon face had surged forward, but she didn’t feel the urge to bite. She needed to be bit and taken completely. With a deep growl that added shivers to her tremors, Spike plunged his fangs into the flesh of her shoulder. The pulling of his mouth on her, seemed in tune with the spasms in her sex, the combined trio of sensation sending her completely and fully over the edge. She felt like she was falling, the only thing keeping her grounded was the triple penetration of his fangs, fingers and cock. Her scream pierced the room as her inner muscles clamped around his thrusting hand and erection, milking him for everything her was worth. Her rich, sweet blood flowed over his tongue, heightening his connection with her. He knew in an instant what she wanted, and just as his sac tightened further, and he began to pulse within her, he ripped his mouth away from her shoulder.
“Mine!” he growled, slicing his tongue on his fang and then licking the twin marks on her neck. He slammed into her one last time, while continuing to mingle their blood. “Mine.” he whispered, more tenderly, more lovingly than before. They sank in a tangle of limbs to the bed, her soft words of response echoing in his ears.
“Always,” magic seemed to burst in the air around them, encompassing them in warmth. Spike pulled her against his lean form, words of forever spilling from his lips.
A half hour after sundown, Spike and Buffy strolled into the library. Anybody observing the couple would have noticed the ease in which they moved, seemingly in tune with each other. They also would have shivered with the aura of power and danger surrounding them. As it were, Giles felt a touch of nervousness when they came through the doors. He exchanged a look with Joyce, before rising form his chair.
“Buffy, Spike. Thank you for coming.” He said, taking off his glasses to clean them.
“Hey, Giles. What’s up?” Buffy greeted, sliding onto one of the tables. Spike stood next to her, inclining his head in greeting to the two parent types. “Hi, mom. What’re you doing here?”
“Well, honey, Rupert and I have something to tell you.” she said nervously. Buffy’s eyes flicked between the two, amusement settling on her features.
“What, that you two are a ‘thing’. Too late, my super Slayer sense already snooped that one out.” Spike’s lip curled into a smirk as he watched the Watcher and Joyce fidget uncomfortably. They exchanged nervous glances once more, and it was all he could do not to laugh out right at their discomfort.
“W-well, that is one thing, yes. Er, but that is not the reason why I-I asked you two to meet us here.” Giles stammered, clearly caught off guard, He was sure to rub a hole through the lenses of his glasses if he kept up cleaning them the way he was.
“Alright, then. What did you ask us here, for?” Spike asked, cutting Buffy off when she would have continued teasing the poor man. She slid him a good natured glare, before settling back to listen to her pseudo father. She had plenty of time to needle Giles later. Hell, she had an eternity.
“Yeah, Giles. What’s the what?”
“W-well, you mother and I have been discussing the events of last night.” he began, replacing his glasses on his nose.
“What events, I thought Kendra’s patrol was quiet.” Buffy asked, slipping into Slayer mode.
“What? Oh, yes. It was. That’s not what I was referring to.” Buffy’s eyes widened suspiciously, and she felt Spike stiffen beside her. She hazarded a glance in his direction and saw the amusement stripped from his features. In it’s place was the cold, hard mask of the Slayer of Slayers. He wouldn’t take criticism for his actions, nor would he allow her to take the brunt of them either.
“If you’re referring to the Bronze, that had nothing to do with you.” he growled.
“Spike.” Joyce’s voice whipped clear across the room, her tone motherly and strict. He felt himself instinctively snap too, relaxing his guard a little to let the Watcher continue. Giles watched the exchange with a bemused smile, filing it away for future analysis.
“Yes, that is exactly what I am referring to. But not in the way you think. It seems clear to me that the Council is not going to let this matter drop. For whatever reason, they feel that Buffy is a risk, soul or no soul. And since you refuse to do your duty, they are going to come after you as well.”
“Know that, mate. Coulda told you that four days ago when you had me tied to that bleedin chair.” Spike said, resting a hip on the table next to Buffy. Giles let out a long suffering sigh, wondering idly why people always felt the need to interrupt him.
“I do realize that Spike. But if I may continue?” Spike merely raised his scarred eyebrow in acquiescence. Nodding once, Giles moved behind Joyce. Buffy couldn’t help but smile at the possessive hand he laid on her mother’s shoulder. “Joyce and I have been trying to find a solution, and we feel that we may have come to one.”
“And, what’s that?”
“I have called in a few favors, and have requested a meeting with the Council.” Spike and Buffy looked at each other in confusion, then back at the couple.
“How’s that supposed to help?” Spike asked. The Council was not well known for their listening ability.
“Well, Joyce and I will travel to England, and present the facts as they are. Hopefully, with the testimony of the Slayer’s mother, we will be able to convince them that you are of no threat.” Spike snorted, which earned him a glare from his woman. He just ignored her.
“When’s the last time you’ve had to deal with those tossers?” he asked, staring Giles straight in the eye.
“As a commissioned Watcher, I am required to report to them weekly.” He answered, his back stiffening with derisiveness.
“That’s not what I mean. When’s the last time you had to go in front of a Council Assembly? It’s been fifty four years for me, and I can tell you, that’s not something I willingly walk into. Give me something big and nasty to kill over those cold fish.”
“I realize that they are not the most open minded of people, but I feel that I would be failing in my duty to Buffy if I did not at least try.” Giles replied. Joyce reached up and linked her fingers with his, lending him her support. Spike nodded in understanding, still not agreeing, but accepting their need to do something.
“When would you leave?” Buffy asked, her face guarded. When Giles averted his eyes, and Joyce looked guilty, she knew. That’s why they called the personal meeting. She was being left to deal with Angel alone.
“Tomorrow.” Giles mumbled. Spike didn’t say anything, not really sure how to feel about it. It didn’t really mean much to him, he always worked a lone anyway. But he could tell that Buffy was not taking the news to kindly, and he reached over to link his fingers through hers.
“Tomorrow, and why are you leaving when I need you the most?” she asked, the tears in her eyes belying the ice in her voice.
“Buffy, normally I would never leave you in a time such as this. But, we have discussed this, and we both feel that with Spike here, the situation will be handle accordingly. He is also a commissioned Watcher, so, any training that needs to be done, he can do.” Something about that statement cut through her anger, and she turned wide eyes to Spike. He looked at her quizzically.
“You get paid?”
“That’s not really the point here, luv.” He told her, looking sheepish.
“You. Get. Paid?” Her eyes flashed dangerously, and he fought back a smile. Gods she was glorious when she was pissed.
“Yeah. So?”
“You do basically the same thing I do, and you get paid.” Her words were coming out through clenched teeth.
“Well, Slayers’ don’t normally live past eighteen, and when they are called, they are under the care of their Watcher’s. Or in your case, your mother.” He waved a hand in the direction of Joyce, thankful that he wasn’t Quentin Travers. Something told him that if she ever got a chance, she would tell them exactly what she thought. With punches and kicks as punctuation.
Buffy’s head whipped back to Giles, fire dancing in her eyes.
“When you get in front of those bloody idiots, you better make sure they understand that I want on the payroll.” Giles bit back his amusement at her use of the British curse word and nodded.
“Of course. I will acquire any and all liberties for you that I can.. However, I think the continuation of your life should be my first order of business.” He told her. She looked properly chastised for losing sight of the original reason they were going. But it burned her butt that the Watcher’s got paid, and the Slayer’s just got dead.
“Thanks. Please be careful.” she said, sliding off the table to walk to her mother and the man she secretly called father.
“We will, honey. You just watch out for Angel, and don’t worry about us.” Joyce told her, rising to wrap her daughter in her arms.
“Too late, it’s my job as the Chosen one to worry.” Buffy whispered into her mothers hair. Joyce pulled back and smiled at her, smoothing a golden lock away from her eternally young face. She then raised her eyes to Spike, and released Buffy. Moving to him, he eyed her with a combination of wariness and apprehension. He kept eye contact with her when she stopped in front of him, jerking a little when she reached up to cup his cheek.
“Take care of my daughter.” She told him, her eyes conveying every level of meaning she wanted to get through. He saw it, understood it, and offered her a reassuring smile.
“Til the end of the world.” he told her.
“Thank you.” Joyce whispered, grazing his cheek with a kiss. Spike wouldn’t have been more stunned if she had stripped off her clothes and started dancing the macarena. He just nodded his head, feeling his throat close with emotion.
“Take care of my mom.” Buffy echoed, smiling up at Giles. He returned her smile, and nodded, a little choked up himself. “And don’t worry about the Hell mouth. We’ll keep everything in line.”
“I can’t tell you how much that comforts me.” He said. Buffy caught the hint of sarcasm in his voice and raised her brow.
“Funny, Watcherman.” She quipped, then, moving on instinct, wrapped her arms around him. He stood stock still for a brief second, over come with emotion. Then, he wrapped his arms around her in return, closing his eyes against the tears threatening to spill. The sentiment swirling around the room got to be too much for the usually stoic Spike. Standing, he smiled once more at Joyce then turned to his Slayer and her Watcher.
“Right then. Fancy finding something to kill, pet?”