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Day 20

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The blond vampire rolled in the bed, coming into contact with a warm, sweet smelling body. He purred as he ran his hand down her back. "Buffy," he whispered, still half asleep. He nuzzled her neck, gentle nips and kisses trailing down her skin.

Realization set in slowly. His first thought was that he needed to stop so he didn't violate the breakup rules, the second that she was responding to his touch even in her sleep.

The third thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He and his mate. In his bed. Together.

Bugger!

The plan had failed. They were still in the day from hell.


The blond vampire rolled in the bed, coming into contact with a warm, sweet smelling body. He purred as he ran his hand down her back. "Buffy," he whispered, still half asleep. He nuzzled her neck, gentle nips and kisses trailing down her skin.

Realization set in slowly. His first thought was that he needed to stop so he didn't violate the breakup rules, the second that she was responding to his touch even in her sleep.

The third thought hit him like a ton of bricks. He and his mate. In his bed. Together.

Bugger!

The plan had failed. They were still in the day from hell.

"Quit worrying so much, Spike," Buffy whispered. "I already checked. We fixed everything and you're still here in my bedroom." She rolled over and pressed her body up to his. Buffy buried her face in Spike's neck where she lightly brushed her lips across her mark on his neck. She didn't pucker her lips, but she was delighted at the shudder that ran through the vampire's body anyway.

Spike groaned deep in his throat. His hands smoothed down the back of the tank top of Buffy's pjs. When dragged her teeth across his neck, he fisted both hands in the fabric and ground his pelvis against her. His groans turned into a growl when she sank her teeth into his flesh. He rippled into game face, and his clawed fingers ripped into his mate's shirt when the scent of his own blood hit his nostrils.

Buffy brought forth all the feelings and memories of both of her dreams; the fight over the Gem of Amara and the sexually energized fantasy of being his pet, sending them to Spike in a rush. She mewled when one of his hands gripped her hair and used it to pull her head back, shuddering violently from the combined sensations of his rough tongue on her own neck and the sound of her tank top being shredded from her torso.

"It seems my pet's havin' naughty thoughts," Spike growled in Buffy's ear. "Think of all the time we could have saved if I had claimed you when I had that soddin' ring." His sharp teeth scraped her skin and he grinned at her moan. "Instead of being a jealous git and saying those nasty things to you, I should have just taken you."

"I don't think I would've been very receptive," Buffy groaned. She shifted her pelvis to rub her pajama-clad center against his cock. "I really, really violently disliked you."

"Ah, but you didn't hate me, luv. By the time I was done with you, you'd have belonged to me and been damned happy about it." Spike's hand slipped down to the back of Buffy's pants, and he tugged the silken garment downwards off her ass.

"You would have vamped me?" Buffy asked. She gripped Spike's hair and pulled his head back so she could peer into his face.

"What?" Spike sputtered. "Hell no! You're bitchy enough being the Slayer. No way would I add a dash of vampirism to that."

"You think I'm a bitch?" Her lower lip stuck out and quivered a little.

"Look at that lip. Gonna get it," Spike rumbled.

"Just think; if Willow hadn't ended her spell, we could be married right now," Buffy murmured. She wiggled around, pulling her pants down to her ankles.

"Yep, and we'd have the perfect bait to catch Adam, too," Spike laughed. "We could just put Harris out in front and the cyborg would come right to us."

"Mm, possibly." Buffy suddenly pushed Spike away from her and hopped up out of the bed. "Last one in the shower is a naughty, naked vampire." She stepped out of her pajama bottoms and pulled the ripped top from her body, tossing it at Spike before turning to rush for the bathroom.

Spike chuckled at his mate's actions. He rose from the bed, gloriously naked, and leisurely followed her. He leaned against the doorjamb as he watched Buffy turn on the water and adjust it to the temperature that she preferred. He sniffed the air, and his nostrils flared when he realized how turned on she was getting from him watching her.

Buffy grinned at him over her shoulder before she stepped into the shower. So, he likes to watch. I'll just give him a little show. She turned, giving the voyeuristic vampire frontal view of her body, and as she tilted her head back. Lifting her hands to her hair, she arched her back forward, thrusting her breasts forward, her nipples hardening when she heard Spike growl from across the room.

Humming to heself while she ignored her audience, she grabbed the shampoo out of the caddy, and squeezed a dollop into the palm of her hand. Just as she started to lather her hair, she felt a cool mouth surround the heated flesh of her breast and gasped when long, cool fingers tugged on her hardened nipple.

She tangled her hands in Spike's hair, and pulled his head away from her chest. She looked down into his golden eyes before she quipped, "Naughty, naked vampires don't get their fun until the Slayer is all squeaky clean." Buffy turned her back on the amorous vampire, and she presented her soapy hair to him. She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. The feel of Spike's fingernails scratching along her scalp was stimulating in all the right places. It had certainly never felt this sinfully erotic when she washed her own hair. Purring with pleasure, she leaned back against his chest and ground her ass against his hard cock.

"Now who's being naughty and naked, luv?" Spike whispered in Buffy's ear. He allowed himself a few yearning thrusts before he turned her around and tilted her head back, rinsing the suds out of her hair.

Spike playfully slapped her hands away when Buffy tried to grab the loofah off the caddy. He grabbed the puff himself, and squeezed a generous amount of shower gel onto it. Starting with her neck and shoulders, he began to paint her skin with fragrant bubbles.

Buffy moaned when Spike rubbed the soapy loofah slowly down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts. Her hands came up to grasp his forearms, her fingernails digging small cresents into his skin as she struggled to guide him where she needed his touch the most.

He stared down at Buffy, smiling as he watched her face contort with pleasure. The fingers of his free hand skimmed over her belly and dipped between her slippery folds to swirl around her aching clit while he rubbed the loofah in circles across the swell of her mound. She bucked her hips into his wicked hands, her gasps and breathy moans leaving him hard and wanting.

Buffy squeaked when Spike suddenly pushed her back against the tile wall, hoisting her up by her ass, and settling himself between her legs. She felt his cock rubbing against her clit as his mouth covered hers. She grabbed his shoulders and squirmed until he was poised at the entrance of her achingly empty pussy.

Spike growled when Buffy sent him another mental picture, this time of herself kneeling in front of him, ready to give pleasure at his command. He thrust wildly into her body, groaning as the tight walls of her sheath stretched to accommodate him. His lips moved from her mouth, to her jawline, and then further down to her neck where he laved his mark with his rough tongue. He grunted lustfully when Buffy's pussy tightened painfully around his cock in reaction.

"Ungh! Spike!" she keened with pleasure when Spike withdrew slowly and plunged fast and hard back inside. Buffy wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her nails into her mate's flesh. Pinned to the wall, and unable to move, she started to flex her inner muscles around him.

Spike growled "You feel so bloody good, Slayer," he panted, punctuating each word with a fierce, aggressive jab of his hips. "Could fuck you all damned day. My Slayer." And with a possessive snarl, he sank his teeth into his mate's neck, grateful that the headache-giving chip had been removed.

Buffy screamed her release at the dual penetration. She tangled her hands in Spike's hair, buried her mouth against the arch of his neck, muttering 'my vampire' into his skin before she sank her teeth into his flesh. Through their link, she felt how much pleasure the pain gave her mate.

Spike thrust into Buffy's hot, wet passage one last time before gripping her ass tightly and coating her womb with his come. He removed his fangs from her flesh, licked the bite on her neck, and he whispered 'yours' in her ear. He was delighted to feel her smile against his skin and hear her whispered reply of 'yours' in his own ear.

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Spike padded down the stairs, rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He decided that shower sex was something he and Buffy would do again soon. However, the dorms provided no privacy and the crypt was low with the amenities. It appeared that he was going to have to break down and touch his private stash of hard won cash. This made Spike wonder exactly how pissed off the Scoobies would be when they found out he wasn't as poor as he let on.

He had just stepped off the last step when the doorbell rang. The blond vampire draped the towel over the newel post and ambled over to the door. He opened it, and blinked owlishly at the creature standing on the doorstep.

"Um, hi!" Herbie waved sheepishly at Spike. He thrust a package into the startled vampire's hands. "Dru told me to give this to you. It's that talisman thing she made for you and the Slayer." The chaos demon peered anxiously over Spike's shoulder. "The Slayer isn't going to beat me up, is she?"

"Slayer's upstairs gettin' dressed." Spike cautiously took the package from Herbie. "If you leave town without causing any trouble, I doubt she'll hunt you down." He glanced over the demon's shoulder and spied Xander coming up the sidewalk.

"Th-that sounds good to me. Bye," Herbie said quickly. He almost knocked Xander down when he turned to leave. "Sorry, dude." The chaos demon blurted out as he scurried past the teenager.

"What was that?" Xander asked. He turned to watch the large, horned demon climb into a hot pink Cadillac convertible. "And what is it driving?"

"That's Dru's chaos demon," Spike answered. He stepped back from the doorway to gesture Xander inside. "Have no idea why he's driving that. Probably Dru's idea."

"Put on a shirt, man," Xander grumbled as he stepped inside. "I haven't been blinded like this since we dug that tracking device out of you. By the way, what are you doing here in Joyce's house?"

"Xander, you leave Spike alone." Buffy slowly came down the stairs. "He's here because I want him to be."

"But why is he half naked?" Xander gestured wildly. "It's one thing to have him in the Scoobies, but Buffy... naked in your mom's house?"

"I had hoped to break this to you gently, Xander, but I guess that isn't going to happen." Buffy crossed the room to put her arm through Spike's. She decided if she was going to have to tell her friend about her relationship with the vampire, she might as well make it really good. "I'm dating Spike and nothing you can say is going to change my mind."

"Thanks, luv." Spike leaned down to kiss Buffy's cheek before he turned his attention to the flabbergasted human male. "Come on, Harris. Buck up! At least this way, you're not the only demon magnet in the group."

"Hey, that's not funny," Buffy squealed. "I'm only interested in one demon and that's you!" She pinched the vampire's ribcage.

"But Buffy, you and Riley only broke up yesterday," Xander stammered. "Shouldn't you shop around a bit more before picking the first vampire that comes along? Shit, that didn't sound right!"

"Spike is not the first vampire to come along and you know it," Buffy muttered. "Besides, I've broke up with Riley days ago. It's not my fault he kept forgetting about it!" She turned and dragged Spike into the kitchen by his arm.

Xander followed the blond couple into the other room where Buffy had hopped up on one of the stools while Spike puttered around making coffee. He was surprised at how domestic and in sync the pair were together. Xander listened to their conversation while he tried to wrap his mind around idea of Buffy dating yet another vampire.

"When will your mum be home, luv?" Spike glanced over his shoulder. "Are you plannin' on tellin' her about us right away?"

"She'll be in late tomorrow. I suppose we could pick her up at the airport." Buffy turned Drusilla's package over in her hands. She tore the paper away. "Yes, we'll tell her right away! Last time we tried to do the secret thing it didn't work out too well, did it?"

"Woulda been fine if Captain Forehead's minion hadn'ta shown up," Spike said. He hopped up on a stool next to Buffy, and he nodded his head towards the package "Dru's demon brought that by. Rip it open and let's see what the barmy chit sent us."

"Barney? I thought she was an insane, evil vampire, not an insane, evil purple dinosaur," Buffy quipped. She took the paper off the package, opened the box, and removed an envelope with the name 'William' printed across the front.

"Ha, bloody, ha, Slayer," Spike replied mockingly, but without any real bite. "Better watch it, luv. Your roots are showing."

"They so are not," Buffy cried. "I went to the hairdresser just before our crazy day started."

"I meant your Valley Girl roots." Spike chuckled while he winked at the flabbergasted Xander. He opened the note, and began to read aloud,

"My Dearest William,

I hope you and your slayer aren't too unhappy with me. I only wanted to help you both on the path you were headed, but the road was filled with holes and boulders to make you trip and fall. I only smoothed the lane a bit, made the journey a bit more bearable.

I've sent sweet Herbie with the talisman, do with it what you wish, but I don't think you'll be needing it any longer. You both know your own hearts now as well as each others. You belong together. I've seen you in my dreams, glowing brightly, with your effulgent girl.

I hope you get everything your heart desires, my brave knight, and maybe we'll meet again one day.

Drusilla"

Buffy opened up the box when Spike finished reading the note. She took out the small tapestry and held it up in the air to look at it. Buffy decided that it was very pretty, and that Drusilla was very talented. She handed the tapestry to Spike, but as soon as his fingers touched the fabric, it went up in a smokeless, ashless fire.

"Holy moley, what was that?" Xander exclaimed. He blinked owlishly when Spike and Buffy grinned and launched themselves into each other arms. "Stop doing that. I'm not blind, you know!"

"Close your eyes, Harris," Spike said. "Besides what the hell are you doing here? We're suppose to be meetin' at the Watcher's at nine."

"I just thought Buffy needed a ride, is all."

"Well, you can see that I don't, Xander," Buffy mumbled. "Now, we're gonna get dressed. We'll meet you at Giles'." She left the circle of her mate's arms, and she shooed her friend out the door.

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Giles meet Buffy at the apartment door. He waved Spike through the courtyard and stepped back to allow the vampire to rush in. He watched while Buffy warmly greeted the gathered Scoobies from her place beside Spike.

"I've got doughnuts," Xander announced. He slipped in the door before Giles had a chance to close it. He went to the table, where he placed the two boxes of fluffy bread products in the middle. "So, you guys told Giles about your flaming present?"

"Hadn't had a chance," Buffy sighed. "We only beat you here by a few minutes." She cuddled closer to Spike.

"Flaming present?" Giles asked. He grabbed a doughnut from the box before the others could scoop up his favorite jelly filled ones.

"Yeah, Dru's demon came by the Slayer's to drop off a package," Spike answered. "Inside was the talisman that's been mentioned and as soon as I touched it, it went up in flame."

"A-Are you still... you know?" Tara stammered. She knew they were, because she could see their auras. Tara thought that the blond couple were more in-sync now than they had been before. She smiled shyly when they nodded and Buffy kissed the vampire on the cheek.

"Hey now, none of that," Xander spluttered around his mouthful of doughnut. He went to stand behind Willow who was still studying her laptop. "Watcha go there, Wills?"

"There's a bunch of stuff we already know about Adam, but it also has some final phase where he manufactures a bunch of creepy cyber-demoniods like him." Willow pointed at the screen. "There's a special lab in the Initiative, but it doesn't say where."

"Those disks decoded themselves," Jonathan spoke up from his spot at the table. "I'm sure Adam planned on this as part of his ambush. The stuff I remember about Adam is pretty vague. He has a uranium core housed somewhere beneath his main skeletal structure."

"The lab is hidden inside the Initiative?" Giles asked. He took off his glasses to squeeze the bridge of his nose.

"Yep." Willow blinked at the screen. "He's probably not too happy with us for removing Riley's chip.

"He's strong." Jonathan looked to Spike and Buffy for confirmation. "And I doubt we'll get the drop on him, not with all the demons and the Initiative troops," he said, grabbing the papers that outlined Adam's demonic assembly line. "He'll have the perfect set up, especially if he sets them up to fight each other as well."

"Ew. Diabolical, yet... gross." Willow made a face.

"Does anyone else miss the Mayor?" Xander raised his hand in the air. "Mr. 'I just wanna be a big snake'?"

"We could control some of the demons," Andrew bragged. "Maybe not all of them, but a few. Those that haven't been changed into Adam's Darth Siths anyway." He grinned when the others winced at his Star Wars pun.

"Jonathan, why don't you two put together a list of demons you are most likely able to control," Giles suggested. He handed the dark-haired boy a pad and pencil. Then, he sent the two into the kitchen to talk.

"We know Adam's strong, stronger than Buffy and Spike." Willow glanced apologetically at the couple. "What about magic? Maybe some kind of... I don't know... uranium extracting spell?"

Willow blinked when the others stared at her in disbelief. She giggled a little and waved them away. She knew she was reaching with that spell, but they were running out of options.

"That does give me an idea." Giles stood up from his seat. "Perhaps a paralyzing spell." He walked over to the bookshelf and pulled out a book, flipping through the pages. "The problem is that I can't perform the incantation for this."

"Right," Willow drawled. "Don't you have to speak it in Sumerian or something?"

"I do speak Sumerian," Giles said haughtily. "It's not that. Only an experienced witch can incant it, and they must to be within striking distance of the subject." He closed the book, and he replaced it on the shelf.

"See what you get for takin' French instead of Sumerian?" Xander jibed. He grinned when Willow rolled her eyes at him, and Buffy giggled when he poked fun at her high school French lessons. "So, basically all we need is combo Buffy... her Slayer strength, Giles' multi-lingual know how, and Willow's witchy power."

"S-spike being her mate helps, too," Tara stammered. The night before as they lay in bed, Willow had relayed everything that Buffy had told her.

"Yes, quite," Giles murmured. The mating would make the spell he had in mind quite a bit more powerful than normal. "I'm going to research Xander's idea."

"My idea?" Xander blinked in surprise. "When did I have an idea? How come I didn't know I had an idea?"

Buffy patted Xander on the arm with a grin. She and Spike began to check on the weapons that Giles had stashed around his apartment. They gave Anya and Tara lessons on how to arm and shoot crossbows, and Buffy was quite happy to see the that the two women worked well together with Tara arming the crossbows while Anya fired them.

"Ah ha!" Giles exclaimed. "An adjoining spell. This is perfect." He grabbed a pad and pencil, and he began to write down a list of things. "Jonathan, can you run down to the magic shop and pick up these items?"

Jonathan, followed closely by Andrew, came out of the kitchen. He dropped his own list on the table before he grabbed the Watcher's list. He studied it carefully,and then he nodded his head. They quietly grabbed their jackets and made their exit.

Andrew turned to speak when he got to the door, ""We shall not fail on our mission, sir. We shall search both high and low for the ingredients needed to defeat the evil lurking below."

"Yes, yes. Big evil," Giles muttered distractedly. "Take your time." He picked up the list of demons that the boys thought they could control. He directed Anya and Tara to research the demons on the list. Every little bit helped, and it was better to be safe than sorry. Giles went back to studying the adjoining spell. He wanted to make sure he was prepared.

Spike and Buffy sat with Willow, who showed them Adam's schematics and the floor plans of the Initiative, trying to decide where the most likely place for the hidden lab would be.

The research was done, the plans were prepared. They would slip in, contact the colonel that taken over for Walsh, and somehow persuade him to help them. Jonathan and Andrew would control any of the demon prisoners that they could with Tara and Anya as back up. Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, and Giles would enter Adam's lair and deal with the man-made demon themselves using the adjoining spell.

Spike and Buffy both expressed the desire to get the battle out of the way because of Joyce's return to Sunnydale late the next day. The group said their goodnights, and trooped off to their beds for a good night's sleep.

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"Nervous?" Willow whispered to Xander. They were standing with the rest of the Scoobies outside of Lowell house. It was still dark. The group had decided for an early morning attack for two reasons; the first was so that Spike wouldn't have to do his dash from a manhole cover and the second was the element of surprise.

"No way," Xander mummbled. "I'm full of that good old Kamikaze spirit." He nervously clutched the tazer in his fist.

"Xander, this is going to work. There's no need to be negative," Giles hissed. "The adjoining spell is powerful enough to defeat Adam. Powerful, but very dangerous."

"Game faces, guys." Buffy kicked in a window. "We're going in."





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