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I found out while I was gone that this fic won Sexiest Bite and Judge's Choice awards at the Vampire Kisses Awards! Thank you so much to whoever nominated it!!
Chapter 3 – Possessive Frustration


Buffy opened her eyes and became aware of two things: she was starving and she was sore.

Slowly rolling over, she looked at Spike, who was contentedly sleeping beside her. Wincing as she pulled away from his arms, Buffy carefully sat up and got out of the bed, attempting to stretch her muscles as she walked toward the bathroom.

Sitting on the edge of the tub a few minutes later as the water adjusted to the right temperature, Buffy tentatively reached up to touch the swollen area around her neck. Standing up and walking toward the mirror, her fingertips ghosted over the irritated skin, seeing the ragged bite mark and the dried blood that clung to her throat.

Her chin trembled slightly as her thoughts seemed to run away with her. Staring at the bite mark with such fixation, she never noticed the door open.

“I’m sorry.”

Spinning around to face the door, Buffy’s hand went to her chest as she took in a deep breath. “Spike,” she breathed, looking at him in surprise. Clearing her throat, she turned toward the shower, testing the water with her hand. “I didn’t see you,” she said with a slight smile, never looking at him.

“That pesky vampire thing, kiddo,” he said, gesturing toward the mirror. “No reflection, remember?”

“I remember,” she said, attempting to get into the shower, stopping when she felt his hand on her arm.

“Let me see.”

“Spike,” she whispered sheepishly, looking down at the floor when he turned her to face him. “It’s nothing, really.”

Closing her eyes when he cupped her chin in his hand and gently tilted her head until her neck was exposed, Buffy bit her lip. Relaxing when she felt his thumb brush over the damaged skin, her hands automatically reached for his waist, needing some form of closeness.

“I should have never-”

Buffy’s eyes snapped open when she heard his choked voice. Looking up at him in surprise, she vigorously shook her head. “Spike, no. You just… I wanted it. I think that was fairly obvious,” she added with a slight smile.

“Buffy…”

Feeling his hand slip around to the back of her neck, she tried to control the slight cringe of pain, unsuccessful as his hand trailed over the dried blood that remained.

Watching as Spike turned to walk out of the room, Buffy quickly caught his hand, drawing him back to her.

“Hey,” she said softly, gently touching his face in reassurance. “You haven’t done anything to hurt me.”

“How can you-”

“Then make it better,” she whispered, taking his hand and leading him toward the shower.

“I shouldn’t,” he said softly, shaking his head, even as Buffy began undressing him.

“You know you want to,” she murmured, giving him a sweet smile as she stepped under the steaming water.

Not strong enough to resist the woman he loved, Spike quickly followed, ignoring the water as he wrapped Buffy in his arms, pulling her close to him and dropping his head to her shoulder.

Feeling her trembling, Spike gently pushed Buffy against the wall, brushing his tongue over the tender skin, doing what he could to put her at ease.

Buffy closed her eyes when she felt the gentle way he was treating her. Running her hands along his strong back, she held him close to her before threading her fingers through his hair, holding him closer to her.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear, kissing along the column of his throat.

Spike gently kissed his mark before trailing kisses up her neck, lightly biting her jaw before responding, “Love you, too, baby.”

Shivering against him, Buffy brought her lips to his for a tender kiss, pulling away when she felt his resistance. “What’s wrong?”

“You should be mad,” he said, looking at her with a sad smile.

Buffy frowned for a moment before realizing that he was still upset over what he’d done a few hours earlier. “Not mad,” she said before a coy smile spread over her lips. “In fact… let me show you how grateful I am.”

Spike tensed when he felt Buffy slip away from him to fall to her knees. “What are you- fuck!” he yelled when her lips closed over his cock. His hands automatically traveled to her hair as the hot water continued to wash over both of them. “Buffy, you… what…?”

Separating with him for a moment, she shook her damp hair out of her face as she looked up at him with a smile. “Showing you how grateful I am,” she said as her hand slowly pumped him up and down. “Would you like me to stop?”

Smiling when he eagerly pulled her toward him, Buffy resumed her ministrations, enjoying the gentle thrusts and soft noises Spike was making as he leaned against the wall.

Feeling lightheaded after a few minutes, Spike breathed heavily, swallowing hard when she began to speed up her movements.

“Buffy… pet… I need to…” Not bothering to finish his statement, Spike continued his shallow thrusts. He’d been with her long enough to know that she didn’t need any warning, feeling her teeth gently graze the tip of his cock before she took all of him in, swallowing against him.

Pulsing into her mouth, Spike’s hand tightened in her hair as he held her in place, growling softly when he felt her swallowing.

Briefly closing his eyes, Spike had to stop himself from sliding down the wall to join her.

Buffy stood up a few moments later, mischievously smacking her lips as she gave him a smile.

“Think you’re so cute, don’t you?” he asked in a breathless voice.

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” she said, biting her lip. “Matters what you think.”

Waiting for a response, Buffy’s eyes widened when Spike dropped to his knees.

“Spike, what are you…?”

Trailing off with a gasp, Buffy arched her back as Spike pulled back to look at her for a moment.

“Returning the favor.”

* * * * *

Catching Spike’s hand in hers, Buffy smiled up at him when his hand reflexively tightened.

“What’s going through that mind of yours, pet?” he asked, looking down a darkened alley before continuing down the sidewalk.

“Do you like it here?” Buffy asked, redirecting him slightly to lead him down the alley, keeping an eye on the shadows.

“I s’pose,” he muttered, obviously growing distracted as they walked.

“Not really the answer I was…” Trailing off when signatures of dozens of vampires seemed to slam through her, Buffy looked around with a worried expression. Normally a tremor of fear never passed through her when she patrolled. Now she found herself taking a step closer to Spike.

“Where are they?” she asked softly, looking around the alley and extracting a second stake from the waistband of her pants.

Closing off his senses until he was tuned into the vampires, Spike turned toward a nearby door that had a dumpster partially concealing it. “There.”

Turning toward the door, Buffy took a few steps toward it, stopping when she felt Spike’s hand on her arm. Looking up at him in confusion, she frowned when he shook his head.

“Demon bar.”

“Your point?” she asked in confusion.

“Anyone who goes in there knows what they’re getting into,” Spike said cryptically.

Looking over her shoulder for a moment, Buffy slowly turned her gaze back to the man beside her. “It’s like the place in Vegas, isn’t it?” she asked, fighting the urge to drop her eyes to the ground.

“What place?” he asked, trying to remain nonchalant, even as his body tensed.

“That I…the place where Ford bit me,” she whispered, wincing when she heard the warning growl from Spike.

“Yeah,” he muttered, turning around and walking toward the end of the alley.

Berating herself for bringing up a bad memory, Buffy slowly followed behind him, folding her arms over her chest, trying to fight the chill that was racing through her.

Spike continued walking, clenching his jaw as he tried to rein in his temper. Gaining a semblance of clarity, the further he walked from the demon bar, he slowed down, briefly closing his eyes when he realized what he was doing.

Turning around, his gaze softened when he saw Buffy looking smaller than ever as her huddled form slowly walked toward him, her hand reaching up to brush away the tears from her eyes.

Closing the distance between them, Spike quickly cupped her face in his hands. Drawing her gaze up to his, he tenderly brushed his lips over hers until she slowly began to respond to him.

“Shouldn’t have acted that way, love,” he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Wasn’t like we were together at the time.”

“But I was yours,” she said, looking into his eyes. “Claim or no claim, I’ve always been yours.”

Kissing her again, Spike gently grazed a hand over her cheek before pressing his forehead to hers. “It fades,” he said, closing his eyes to try and curb the possessiveness that was welling up inside of him. “Everything-”

So intent on the woman in his arms, Spike never noticed the three vampires approaching them.

Growling in frustration when he was pulled away from Buffy, he immediately vamped out and spun around, startling the two vamps behind him. Unconcerned with the third that he was confident Buffy was handling, Spike threw a series of punches and kicks at them until they were obviously disoriented.

Grabbing one in a reversed headlock, Spike easily snapped his neck before thrusting the stake into his heart. Spinning around to face the female vampire, he cocked an eyebrow when she immediately froze, obviously recognizing him.

“Master Spike… we… I…”

“You’re dead,” he filled in, throwing the stake through the air, watching it successfully slam into her chest, smirking when she exploded into dust.

Turning around to check on Buffy, he smiled when he saw her toying with the remaining vamp.

“Stake him, already, love. We have more important things we could be doing.”

Pausing long enough to send a coy smile in Spike’s direction, Buffy delivered an impressive spinning kick to the vampire, disorienting him long enough to stake him.

“Whew,” she said, her breathing slightly labored as she tucked the stake into the waistband of her leather pants.

Admiring her flushed cheeks and tousled hair, Spike met her halfway, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Buffy shivered when Spike bent low enough to nip at her neck before looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”





Thanks so much to: Noelle, Wikka Tarra, BuffyandSpikeForever, Cordykitten, Spikes Sweety, Brunettepet, Crystal Pegasus, Furvus and everyone who originally reviewed chapter 2!!





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