Chapter 38: Réunion Erotique
A bright full moon was shining over Sunnydale as two vampires were slowly making their way toward their lair. Slowly, because every few steps one would pull the other in for a kiss, sometimes just lips brushing together, sometimes a lot more than that. Buffy was beginning to think that they might not get to the house before it got to be more than kisses and light touching, and she wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time that they had gotten… creative as far as location was concerned, and she just had no patience left. She needed his touch, his lips, his words, his blood. She simply needed him.
They had kept it mostly discreet while Manon was around. Buffy had given his duster back to Spike, and had slipped her arm under the leather, under his shirt, to lightly caress his back as they walked, delighting in the skin to skin contact. His own hand was at her waist, his fingers just grazing under her short top, again skin to skin. Soon, the kid had been off on her way to the Witches’, having refused their offer to walk her back there. They hadn’t insisted, and darted off in the direction of Revello Drive. After only a few yards, Spike had pushed Buffy against a convenient wall, and the making out session had started. It would have gone much further already if they had not tacitly agreed that this needed to be more than a few furtive minutes with the possibility of being interrupted at any moment by someone just walking by. They needed each other and time. Nothing more. Though a bed would have been nice.
Which is why, when they finally reached 1630 Revello Drive, they shared a disappointed look at the sight from the street. There was a car parked in the driveway. And not just any car, but Angel’s. The lights on the second floor were on, as well as those of the living room. At a window, they could see the unmistakable silhouette of Giles, though he thankfully seemed to be looking to something inside, not out. They didn’t need to share a word. They simply clasped each other’s hand, and turned away from their invaded home.
And ran straight into Angel.
The brunette’s eyes widened in the same surprise Buffy felt, and a quick look at Spike’s face showed that he hadn’t expected the encounter either. But, just as surprisingly, the fire and anger that had prevailed during their last confrontation wasn’t there now. Angel didn’t look angry or upset either, just worried.
“Are you OK?” the human asked, his gaze obviously taking count of the fading bruises and torn clothing. “What happened? Where were you?”
Spike held Buffy’s hand just a little tighter as he answered, and it amused her. It felt like he was making sure she wouldn’t jump in for a little snack. Wanting to show him, and the human, that Angel was safe from her, Buffy freed her hand and, stepping closer to her Sire, pressed her body to his, resting her cheek on his shoulder where she could see Angel from the corner of her eye. Spike’s hands settled at the small of her back, holding her closer as he answered Angel’s questions.
“I’m fine,” he said with a small shake of his head. “And whatever happened is over now. No need to brood over it.”
There was a short pause, and Buffy simply observed the two men, curious as to their change in behavior.
“You’re not going in, uh?” Angel finally asked, gesturing toward the house.
“We don’t care too much for crowds right now”, Spike replied, the smirk very loud in his voice.
Angel chuckled. “Yeah, I can understand that. The mansion is yours, if you want it.”
Spike tensed slightly in Buffy’s embrace, and she placed a soothing kiss to his neck. She had no trouble understanding his reaction, the mansion held a few bad memories for her, too.
“’M not too fond of the place”, he said a bit gruffly.
“I know,” Angel replied quietly. “But it’s quiet, empty and safe. And stocked up with O neg.”
Surprised, Buffy turned her head a little to watch the human, wondering why he was doing this. Spike apparently was just as puzzled, because he voiced the question.
“Don’t know”, Angel answered with a shrug. “Instinct. I thought you might want to rest a day or two before taking off. If you’re still going, that is.”
“Going where?” Buffy intruded for the first time in the exchange.
Angel’s eyebrow twitched as he looked from her back to Spike. “You didn’t tell her?”
“Didn’t have time,” Spike replied shortly to the human, before turning his gaze to Buffy. “We’re leaving Sunnydale, luv. Going anywhere you want to go.”
Holding on to him a bit tighter, Buffy smiled up at him. “We are?” she said, delighted, and he gave her a little nod.
She had been going to plead with him again to leave town and get away from the Scoobies, the Slayers, and the Council. Hearing him propose it first was great, but why had Angel known before she did? She was about to ask him, when the brunette spoke again.
“Do you know about her soul?”
“What about it?”
Despite the lack of emotion in Spike’s voice and the absence of any reaction as Angel explained to him about Travers, the spell and how to reverse it, Buffy could tell that the news was touching him. Had he still been hoping, despite his resolve to leave, that she would get her soul back? Why would he care so much about that? There was a short silence as Angel finished his explanation, and Buffy pulled slightly away from her Sire to be able to see his eyes. So much going on behind the blue pools, she wished she knew what he thought exactly.
“You know I don’t want it,” she said quietly. “I can pretend all you want, but it doesn’t change the fact that I truly don’t want it back. So it wouldn’t work. “
He gave her a smile, a slightly soothing, reassuring smile. “Yes, Childe, I know. You don’t have to pretend.”
She pressed her lips to his in a chaste kiss, and he caressed her cheek softly. After all his talk about giving her that stupid soul back, forbidding her to hunt and so on, it was nice to see him accept her just as she was now, and she couldn’t help but wonder what had changed his mind. She would have thought it was his kidnapping, but apparently he had already made his decision before that, if Angel knowing about it was any proof.
The human reminded them he was there by clearing his throat, and as she half turned to him Buffy saw him pull a thick envelope from his jacket and give it to Spike, who simply nodded as he slipped it, unopened, in his pocket.
“I’ll miss you,” Angel said quietly. “Both of you. Try not to run into trouble of the dusty kind.”
“Trouble?” Spike said in a forced joking tone. “As if I ever get into trouble!”
Both Buffy and Angel snorted, exchanging an amused glance at their similar reactions.
“Goodbye, Childer. Take care of each other.”
With a last sad smile, Angel walked by them in the direction of the house, as Spike whispered:
“Goodbye, Sire.”
Buffy’s eyebrow shot up, for even when he was a vampire, Spike had rarely called Angel that, and it sounded even stranger to hear him say it to a human. They started walking again, in the direction of Crawford Street, and after a minute or so Buffy finally asked:
“Why don’t you just turn him? You know he wants it.”
Spike shook his head but didn’t slow down his pace.
“No, luv,” he replied absently. “It’s not to be turned that he wants.”
He didn’t elaborate, and she just let the subject drop. All she wanted to think about now was her Mate and how to make up for all the lost time.
*****
Buffy woke from her catnap to the delightful feeling of Spike pushing inside her once again. As she lay on her side, he had moved one of her legs to rest over his, opening her to him as he pressed his body to her back. One of his arms was trapped by her head, but the other hand was playing over her skin, light as a feather as it traced her leg, hip, stomach, and breast in long motions. Purring in contentment, she arched into him, accompanying his lazy thrusting.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” he murmured in her hair.
His hand captured hers where it rested on the bed. Their fingers wove together, and he resumed his caresses, taking her hand for a ride along her skin, before concentrating on her breast.
“Did I sleep long?” she asked, still a bit sleepy.
“About an hour.”
His fingers disentangled from hers as they were stroking her hardened nipples. His hand lingered over hers, as if to make sure she would continue the caress, before gliding to her waist. He held on to her hip, using the added leverage to increase the depth of his thrusts, while keeping his pace excruciatingly slow. Buffy growled deep in her throat, half protest, half plea, and she felt him chuckle as he nibbled on her shoulder.
“Anything you want, luv?”
His voice gave him away, and she couldn’t help smiling knowingly. He had tried to sound innocent, but there was an edge behind the words that told her he wanted to increase the sensations as much as she did.
Without even answering his teasing, she abandoned her breast to take hold of his hand, and brought it up to her mouth. She licked his fingers slowly, flicking her tongue in a way that had him growling softly behind her, before lapping down his palm toward his wrist. As her tongue lightly traced the two scars there, his control wavered and he pushed hard into her, letting out a grunt that accompanied Buffy’s moan. She repeated the teasing touch to the marks that proclaimed him hers, and he let go of all pretense.
Before Buffy could react, he had pushed her front to the bed then pulled up to her hands and knees, never breaking his accelerating rhythm. The slow motions from before were completely forgotten as he repeatedly slammed hard into her, both hands gripping her hips tightly enough to leave bruises over the already fading bruises he had left there earlier that night – or was it already the night before? As the heat of her imminent climax rose in her, Buffy didn’t notice one of his hand sliding over her curls, nor did she realize his other arm was pulling her up against his chest, until his fangs grazed her shoulder just as his fingers gave a rough tweak to her clit. She screamed her pleasure as he roared his, and they fell forward onto the bed, still intimately joined, both once more panting needlessly.
*****
For what seemed like an eternity, Spike let himself rest over Buffy, trying to regain some control. When his breathing had finally subsided, he rolled to his side, pulling her with him, so that they were in the same position they had been a few moments before. His hand rested on her stomach, his thumb gently stroking the underside of her breast. He resumed his slow, shallow movements, willing himself to make this one last. They had had time already for hard, fast and screaming. Now he wanted long, slow and tender. And by the purring sounds that rose continuously from his Mate’s chest, she didn’t mind, not at all.
As he nuzzled her shoulder and licked the light scrape he had just left there, his mind came back to something that had been bugging him since they had drunk from each other, back in his cell.
“Luv?” he asked quietly. “You didn’t kill or drink from anyone while I was gone, did you?”
The purring instantly stopped, and he felt her stiffen in his embrace.
“That’s OK if you did,” he added very quickly. “It’s just… your blood doesn’t taste like you’ve had anything human in a while. Just wondering why you didn’t go hunting when no one was stopping you anymore.”
She seemed to relax a little, and started rocking her hips against his, just a little, accompanying his movements. Insatiable.
“I was hunting,” she replied softly. “Just not for human blood.”
He pressed a kiss to the silk of her skin, thanking her silently for coming for him.
“I really thought you would have killed all the Scoobies by now,” he confided very low. “Seeing how you were so intent on tasting them. And the Slayer.”
“They helped,” she admitted in a voice that was slowly becoming ragged. “Or they tried to, at least. And the Slayer… she found you for me. I kinda like her.”
Spike briefly frowned in surprise at the confession. He hadn’t expected his soulless Childe to have any feeling for a human that would be enough to make her forget the bloodlust. Maybe she was even less different from his souled Buffy than he had ever thought. He didn’t press the subject any further, and simply concentrated on giving the maximum pleasure to the beautiful creature he held tight against him. Despite his resolve to draw this session out as long as possible, his desire for her took over and he was soon pounding into her while she clawed at him. He lost it when her blunt teeth scrapped over the scars on his wrist, and her body quaked around his shuddering one as he returned the favor and nibbled his mating mark.
A little while later, she had turned around in his arms so that they rested chest to chest, and was drawing light designs over his back with a fingernail. Contented by the hours spent renewing their intimacy and the simple feel of her in his arms, Spike was slowly falling asleep when he heard her say, as if the conversation had never been interrupted.
“I like her enough to let her live. But the other Slayer is a bitch. Think we can eat her before we leave Sunnydale?”