AN: And here it is – the final chapter! I think this is the longest story I’ve written yet – it just kept going. I guess nobody minded – it’s got several nominations and a couple of awards already and it’s just now being finished (Not to mention the artwork it inspired in a couple of talented gals who generously shared with me – CopyQueen and Esther). A gazillon thanks to everyone who reviewed this fic so consistently. I know I wasn’t as good as I’d like be about acknowledging the reviews, but I did read and appreciate them, I promise!
Chapter Forty
As much as Buffy and Spike were enjoying the party that followed their wedding, they began to get impatient as the hours wore on toward dawn and they were still in the Summers backyard rather than in bed. Just as Spike was about to take matters into his own hands and drag her off behind the hedge to see what was under the form-fitting dress, Justin nodded to him that the limo was ready and they could begin to make their exit.
“Thank you for everything, Joyce,” Spike said sincerely as Buffy’s mother hugged them both with watery eyes. “I’ll take good care of her.”
“I know you will, William,” she answered, smiling through her tears. “Did you like the veil I found?”
“You know I did,” he replied, with a puzzled frown. “Why do you ask?”
“Just checking. You’ll let me know how you liked the rest of my gift, won’t you?”
He looked from his blushing bride to her smiling mother and shook his head in confusion. Joyce and Buffy just laughed together and patted him patronizingly on each cheek. He shrugged and turned to shake hands with Giles and receive hugs from Anya, Willow and Tara.
“Be good to her, or I’ll turn you into toad,” Willow warned with a smile.
“No problem, Red. Don’t think the Slayer would like me all covered in warts.”
With a last look around and a wave to their guests, the blond couple raced for the limo, dodging the thrown rice and birdseed with supernatural grace. They collapsed into the back seat, giggling and pulling the rice from each other’s hair. Justin slid the partition closed and smiled as he pulled away from the curb and the small crowd of well-wishers.
“I really don’t understand this custom of throwing small grains at the married couple,” Anya complained. “It seems a waste of good food. Especially since we all know that fertility is not something vampires are blessed with. Oh course, they ARE blessed with incredible stamina and—“
Unlike Xander, Giles chose to stop her ramblings with his lips rather than with his hand and she murmured appreciatively, losing her train of thought immediately.
In the back of the limo, Spike cupped Buffy’s face in his hands and kissed her softly.
“I love you, Mrs. Carlisle,” he said with awe in his voice. Never in his entire existence had he pictured himself married to anyone so alive and beautiful.
“I love you, too, Mr. Carlisle,” Buffy answered, breathlessly as she looked into the eyes she wanted to wake up to every morning. “I can’t believe we’re really married. To each other. Forever.”
“Forever, love,” he agreed, quashing any thoughts of her human mortality. “Forever.” He captured her lips again and she melted into him, her tongue coming out to run around his lips until his teeth parted and she could explore his mouth.
When they paused for Buffy to catch some much-needed oxygen, she tucked her head under his chin and said wistfully, “I just wish…” she didn’t finish the thought, but snuggled closer to him as though trying to climb inside his skin.
“You wish what, love? Ask me. If I can give it, it’s yours.”
“Nothing. I just miss what we had…before. This is nice, but it’s not the same as being…being…whatever.”
“Mated? That the word you’re afraid to use, Slayer?” She could hear the smile in his voice and was a little annoyed that he didn’t seem to care about the loss.
“I’m not afraid of anything,” she grumbled, sitting up. “I just don’t like that word. It sounds like we’re animals or something. And, anyway, we can’t do it…I guess that’s why Quentin Travers showed up. To make sure you didn’t claim me again.”
“Ummm, about that, pet…”
She looked at him quizzically, noting the smirk he could barely hide.
“Why are you wearing a shit-eating grin when I talk about claiming?” She tried to smother the little ball of hope in her chest.
“Had a long chat with the Head Wanker while you were flitting around the yard being hugged and kissed by people who’d best remember who you belong to in the future. Turns out he’s not as opposed to it as we thought.”
“WHAT?”
“There were some conditions, but as long as we promise to keep the Hellmouth as clear as possible, and to go where they send us if we’re needed somewhere else in the world, he said he wouldn’t object to the claiming. Thinks it would ‘enhance the effectiveness of the partnership.’ Or some such rot.”
“You mean we can…?”
“Yep. Anytime we want to renew the claim, we can. Just have to tell the watcher so he can clue them in.
“Buffy? Slayer? Are you alright?” his tone took on a worried edge as she didn’t say anything, but kept looking down at her fingers and twisting her rings.
“We…we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, love,” he said, unable to keep the insecurity and sadness from his voice. “I wouldn’t force you or do it without your permission.”
Just when he was sure she was having second thoughts about both a claiming renewal and the marriage, she picked up her head and looked at him with eyes filled with such desire he almost came in his tuxedo pants.
“How long till we get home?” she asked, licking her lips expectantly. “Are we there yet?”
Spike threw back his head, roaring with relieved laughter, which didn’t stop until the limo was no longer moving and Justin was opening the door with a flourish.
Spike stepped out and turned to offer Buffy his hand. As soon as she was safely out, he scooped her up and began striding toward the doors of the building, obliviously to the cheering crowd that had gathered to welcome them home. He headed directly for the elevator, fidgeting impatiently as he watched it moving with what seemed like excruciating slowness.
Still holding her slender body against his chest, he covered the short distance to his door in a few strides and kicked it in.
“Spike!” Buffy protested, twisting her head to look at the door now hanging from one hinge.
“ ‘S alright, pet. I know the owner,” he rumbled, already at the entrance to the bedroom and kicking that door shut behind him.
He paused just inside the door and set her down gently.
“Any thing you need to do, love, you’d best do it now; cause I don’t intend to let you out of that bed for days.”
Buffy giggled and shook her head.
“I’m fine with that. But first you need to unwrap your present.”
She turned her back to him, lifting the veil and indicating the long zipper going down the back of her dress. He reached for it and slid it down soundlessly, pausing to plant a kiss between her shoulder blades as he did. Before he could push it off her shoulders, she stepped back from him and walked a few feet away.
“Are you ready?” she asked anxiously. Her mother had been sure that the underwear she’d found for Buffy would appeal to the vampire, but Buffy wasn’t as confident. She knew Spike loved her tiny thongs and lacy little bras.
When he nodded his head, she took a deep breath and dropped the gown to the floor, standing in front of him in a white lace corset-like camisole that covered her from just below her nipples to just above the tops of her thighs. Peeking from under the corset, Spike could see a white garter belt and white stockings that came most of the way up her tanned legs. She looked like something out of a book of erotic Victorian art, the antique lace veil only adding to the illusion of something out of time.
The room was lit with only a few candles. The soft light they were casting picked up her golden skin tone and contrasted it with the pure white undergarments. The corset pushed her small, but shapely breasts up to a formidable cleavage, the nipples just barely visible above the lace. The nipped in waist emphasized her rounded hips and the garter belt and stockings drew his eyes to the light brown curls peeking out from under the bottom of the corset.
Spike was so silent she was about to ask him if he liked it, when she saw his face and realized that he wasn’t speaking because he was completely thunderstruck. His mouth hung open as he devoured her with his eyes. To Buffy, the piercing blue eyes felt like lasers as they moved around her body, leaving her flushed and warm everywhere they lingered.
They finally came to rest on her own soft green orbs, and she was shocked to find tears in them as he finally found his voice.
“You did this for me?” he asked in awe.
“It was partly my mom’s idea,” she said truthfully. “Do you like it?”
“You have no idea, love. No idea at all.”
Finally jolted out of his trance by the conversation, he moved toward her to stroke the tops of her breasts where they overflowed the cups. Now that he’d seen it, Buffy reached for the pins holding the veil, preparing to get undressed the rest of the way, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on hers.
“No, my love, let me.” The lust and desire in his voice made her shiver with anticipation as he reached for the veil.
With infinite care and a trembling hand, he removed the pins and lifted the veil, folding it carefully and laying it aside before coming back to pull the rest of the pins out of her hair. When it had been released to fall down over her shoulders and breasts, he paused to step back and look at her again.
With her long blond curls cascading over her barely-visible nipples and hanging down her back, she looked like a painting come to life. He moved closer and pushed her hair back, leaning in to run his lips over her exposed breasts and to slide his tongue into the deep valley between them. He began at one side and worked his way across her chest, planting light kisses just on the edge of the lace. When he came to an exposed nipple, he took it gently in his teeth and growled softly as he worked it into a hard pebble.
By the time he reached for the ribbons that were holding the corset together, Buffy’s breath was coming in pants and the vampire’s eyes were the darkest blue she had ever seen them. He still took his time, though, carefully unlacing the tight garment one ribbon at a time and sliding it off to be tossed on a chair. Buffy was left standing in nothing but her garter belt, stockings and high heels while he stopped to remove his jacket and shirt.
Picking her up almost reverently, he moved her to the bed and laid her down carefully before standing up to unzip his trousers and drop them to the floor. He’d already kicked off his shoes and he prowled back toward her like the deadly predator he was, crawling up the bed until he was hovering over her on his hands and knees.
“Did you really not have any knickers on all day?” he asked in a throaty growl as he looked up and down her body. There were little creases around her waist where the corset had been pulled tight and he ran his tongue lightly over them until they faded.
“I had on lots of underwear,” she protested. More than usual actually. I just wasn’t wearing…what is it you call them? Knickers. I wasn’t wearing any knickers.”
“If I’d known that earlier, I’d have had you on the food table,” he growled again, sending shivers through her.
The scent of her arousal was becoming overwhelming and he had to force himself to finish undressing her the way he wanted to. Lowering his mouth to the top of her thighs, he smiled when she sucked in a breath in anticipation, then let it out in a disappointed sigh when he used his teeth to unhook her stockings rather than going where she expected with it.
He lifted first one leg, then the other in order to reach the rear garters, each time giving himself another glimpse of her glistening curls and another whiff of the arousal coating her inner thighs. As he carefully peeled the stockings down her legs and sent them to join her shoes on the rug, he looked back up to see her lying with her head thrown back, her hips already moving in anticipation.
Leaving the garter belt in place for the time being, he kissed his way back up her legs, going back and forth from one to the other until he’d reach as high as he could go. He buried his nose in her curls, nudging her lips apart with it until he could slide his tongue in to press against her swollen clit.
Buffy made a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan as she allowed her legs to fall further apart for him. This time he didn’t disappoint, running his cool tongue up and down her slit, teasing her outer lips, before plunging it into her warm depths and running it around her grasping walls.
Wishing his tongue was long enough to reach the bundle of nerves that he knew would drive her wild, he sighed mentally and went back to licking and nibbling at her clit. It wasn’t long before she grabbed his head, forcing it against her while she ground away on his mouth. Grinning at her impatience, he grabbed her eager nub in his teeth and worried it until she was growling his name. It only took a few seconds of sucking on it with his strong mouth to send her screaming and trembling around him.
Before she had even stopped shuddering, he was buried inside her, groaning in gratitude as she clenched around his cock. Murmuring appreciative endearments in her ear, he set up an easy rhythm, allowing her time to recover from her first orgasm before he began working on another one. When he felt her begin to participate wholeheartedly, he increased his pace, being sure he was hitting both the spots he wanted to with each stroke.
It wasn’t long before he felt her making the small gasping whimpers that preceded her release and he dipped his head in to lick a long line up the side of her neck. He felt the shiver when his tongue passed over the original bite marks and knew she was ready for him. He pulled the skin into his mouth, sucking on it until the blood was just below the surface and he could feel her pulse pounding in anticipation.
Wrapping her arms and legs around him as though to imprison him with her Slayer strength, she arched her neck and tipped her head to the side, silently pleading for his teeth. He let the demon out, his features shifting as he growled into her neck. The growl sent her spiraling into another orgasm and while she was clenching around him he buried his fangs in her throat and began taking his first long pulls of her blood.
As soon as the pulling sensation hit her, Buffy’s orgasm increased and continued, feeding off the simultaneous release that she could feel spurting from the vampire into her waiting womb. The claim reestablished itself immediately, without a word spoken by either one and the shared orgasm seemed to go on and on as each one responded to the feel of a lover’s completion.
With the elixir that was Buffy’s blood filing his throat, and her scent surrounding him, Spike thought he was going to pass out from the sensations bombarding him. At the same time, he could feel the euphoria spreading through his mate as she keened his name and shook with pleasure.
In spite of knowing the claim was in place, the vampire finally pulled away from the irresistible taste of the Slayer’s blood to whisper, “Mine,” before collapsing on top of her. He was barely conscious of Buffy’s blunt little teeth against his throat as she bit down as hard as could until she broke the skin, licking the few drops of blood expressed and repeating after him, “Mine.”
She allowed her arms and legs to go slack, but placed a staying hand on him when he tried to roll off.
“Where do you think you’re going, vampire?” she gasped out.
“Gonna give you some breathing room,” he answered, shifting enough that his full weight was no longer on her chest, but remaining inside her, his cock, infused with Slayer blood, already beginning to harden again.
“Don’t need to breath,” she mumbled. “Need to feel my…mate.”
“He’s right here, love.” He gave his hips a little twitch and laughed when she yelped in surprise. “Not going anywhere.”
(Not ever?)
(Not ever, my love. I’ll never leave you.)
(I love you)
(Not as much as I love you.)
(Yes, I do! More, even.)
(No way, Slayer.)
(Oh yeah, way, Vampire.)
(One way to settle this, pet.)
(Take your best shot, William.)
Simultaneously, they each opened up completely, holding nothing back as two years of memories and emotions flowed back and forth between them. When the glimpse of Spike’s initial reaction to seeing her dancing in the Bronze made it clear that she’d wormed her way into his heart even when he was trying to kill her, she surrendered and allowed him to gloat briefly.
(See, pet. I win. Loved you first, love you the most. You’re my world, Buffy. Always have been, always will be. I win.)
Buffy cupped his cheek and looked into the soft eyes of the master vampire who was intending to spend the rest of his life making her happy and keeping her safe. Smiling at him with tears in her eyes, she thought, (and that’s why I’m the winner, my love.)
The End
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Whew! Long story!