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Chapter 15! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and to Andrea :) Don't forget to leave a review
Chapter 15


Spike sat alone on the small cot that was situated in the corner of the Slayer’s basement. He listened to the house slowly coming to life several floors above his head. Red and the cheerleader could be heard getting out of bed on the second floor as could dog boy a few doors down. The whelp, surprisingly enough, could be heard getting into the shower and Joyce was just entering the kitchen. The Slayer was in the living room as she recounted the details of Dru’s little visit to her Watcher.

Slowly Spike let his head fall back against the wall behind him. Dru’s visit. It had certainly opened his eyes to say the least. His life had changed so vastly in the last week and Dru’s visit had been the icing on the cake.

He hadn’t even hesitated in his cry to warn the Slayer. Blind panic had gripped him, and in that moment he had been sure he was about to witness the Slayer’s throat being ripped out as he had with countless other victims in the past.

Buffy had seen the claws and dodged them effortlessly as she took the vampiress to the ground. Yet Spike was shaken from what he had seen occur.

Spike was barely even aware of the cry or warning that had been unconsciously torn from his lips as he made his way towards the two women. Instinct was telling him to get Dru away from Buffy….so Dru couldn’t hurt her.

Not once had it entered his mind to protect his sire—his Ripe Wicked Plum—from Buffy’s attack. Time had stopped and his body had screamed ‘Buffy!’ and in that moment he knew himself to be a doomed man. He was falling for the little blonde spitfire. He was falling in love with the Slayer—with Buffy.

He groaned and began to repeatedly bash his head back against the stone wall of the basement. He heard her soft giggle as she wished her friends a good morning as they left for the day before heading up to bed and his body reacted to her as it always had: his muscles tightened in response and something began to coil in the pit of his stomach as he felt himself start to harden against the zipper of his jeans. Only this time, he recognised it for what it was. Not anticipation for the fight to come, but the anticipation of the desire she could light within him at the sound of her voice.

He let out a frustrate growl. He was so screwed.

Spike heard the rustle and the light thud as Buffy’s clothes hit the floor, closely followed by the sound of a drawer being opened and shut as she most likely pulled out her sleepwear. His mind conjured up the images against his will. The soft material of the overly large t-shirt he knew she wore to bed as she slipped it over her arms and head and let the material caress her skin as it fell around her body.

He heard the light footsteps as she padded her way across to her bed and lifted up the sleep-softened sheets, slipping beneath them and moulding them around her body. Oh, to be a sheet.

“Oh, to be a wanker,” he said out loud in a sarcastic tone as he shook his head and tried to clear the images he had evoked. One look at his groin and he knew he wasn’t going to get any sleep until he had taken care of the barge pole sized erection that was straining painfully against the rough material of his jeans.

“You’re a pathetic git, mate,” he said to himself even as he unzipped his jeans and took his swollen member into his hands.

The images came effortlessly as he caressed himself. He pictured her as he had first seen her dancing at the Bronze, as she had felt when she had jumped him in front of her mates, as she had looked and felt as she ground into him as he had fed off her and again when her fangs had been buried deep within his neck as she marked him, the jealous look she had in her eyes as she flew at his sire and finally how she had looked after dusting one of Angel’s minions when he had first seen her demon.

He let out a whimpering growl as his hand picked up speed and the last image stuck within him. His demon visage slipped through unconsciously as he let out little growls of pleasure. He felt the tightness as his balls clenched just moments before his climax hit and he shot his load as her name left his lips in a whispered cry.

He was panting unnecessarily as he slowly brought himself down from the high. He glanced down at his soiled shirt and jeans.

“Fuck,” he whispered as his eyes scanned the room for something with which to clean himself up. They landed on the washing machine and he made a quick decision. Getting up, he toed his boots off before slipping off both his jeans and t-shirt.

He cleaned himself up with the black material before striding over and throwing them into the machine and hitting the start button.

“Pathetic.”


***


Buffy lay staring at the ceiling as she allowed scenes from the night before play through her head. The images of Dru coiling herself around Spike and batting her lashes at him in a coy manner still made her want to rip the bitch apart limb by limb. Spike was hers.

She frowned as she rolled onto her side and let her gaze drift out the window, unsure whether it was the domination claim she had over him talking or herself. She turned the idea over in her head as she held her arm out into the sunlight that was streaming through the curtains and onto the bed.

She smiled as she watched the faint glow appear on her skin.

Nothing that she had researched on claims had said anything about them inducing possessive and protective emotions. At least not with domination claims; those feelings were connected to mating rituals.

She let out a soft groan as an intense feeling of pleasure washed over her suddenly at the thought. Her hand unconsciously moved under the covers to hover over her stomach as she let the feeling coil itself around her body. It never even occurred to her that the pleasure wasn’t her own.

Thoughts of Spike surfaced as she pictured him sleeping in the cot two levels below her. Would he sleep naked? She wondered as another wave swept over her, pulsing against her skin and making her break out in goose bumps. Oh, definitely. She could picture the sculpted look of his back and leans hips, the sheet barely covering his muscled butt as he slept.

She felt the moisture pool in the panties she had slipped on before climbing into bed. What would he do if she went down there? A slight whimper was torn from her lips as the vibrations against her skin became more intense. The hand that had moved to cover her stomach now dropped lower and brushed against her clit through her panties before pushing down and rubbing it.

Almost immediately the sensations around her grew. It felt like someone was stretching a rubber band within her somewhere and was just waiting for it to snap. She pushed down harder, desperately wanting the sensations to stop and keep going all at once.

The memories of how they had kissed that first night after he had seen her demon rose until she could almost taste him again, and feel his fingertips as they dug into her hips as his knee roughly parted her legs as he slammed her against the side of the house. She growled.

Her panting hitched as the vibrations around her skin broke out into heated prickles just moments before she flew over the edge. Her back warped away from the mattress and her mouth opened in a silent scream as the sensations ripped through her body.

The vibrations left her skin as she began to calm until all that was left was a slight tingle around her thighs. She lay panting unnecessarily at the ceiling as she tried to calm herself down. A slow smiled spread its way across her lips. It was definitely all her.

Her entire body was emitting a soft glow and her panties were drenched. She could smell the heavy perfume of her arousal hanging in the air and she let out a soft whimper of contentment. Her body felt heavy and sated as she let out a soft giggle.





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