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That's it for this fic. Thanks to everyone who has stuck with it. I hope you enjoyed.
Chapter Thirteen

Several hours of healing sleep later, the small blond woman stirred and turned to face the man spooning her body. When he didn’t respond except to shift his legs to allow her to press up against him, she reached up and began pressing kisses along his jaw line and down his throat. She bit gently into his throat with her blunt little teeth and he growled softly, opening heavy-lidded blue eyes that darkened with passion as he looked at her.

“Do you want somethin’, Slayer?” he rumbled as he pulled her closer to his chest. “Somethin’ I can do for you?”

Buffy felt the usual thrill run through her body when his growl vibrated against her, and her breathing got faster as she felt his body responding to her. Although both Slayer and Vampire were still sore and tired, Spike pulled her leg up over his hip and slid into her already wet entrance gently.

As she lay on her side facing the vampire, feeling him filling her as only he could, Buffy could almost believe that they were just an ordinary couple. The touch of his cool fingers on her ass as he pulled her hips toward him reminded her very quickly that this was not an ordinary man and that life with him could be very complicated.

They sighed together, content for the moment to remain connected without feeling any urgency to proceed.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispered into his chest.

“Nothin’ lasts forever, love. You know that,” he replied, kissing her forehead.

She stuck her lower lip out in a small pout and grumbled, “Well, I want it to. I don’t see why not.”

The vampire smiled and gently pulled on her lower lip with his teeth. “Well, because then we couldn’t....” He rotated his hips carefully, rubbing her clit just enough to make her gasp.

“Oh! Well, that would be not good. Because this is...” She used her internal muscles to squeeze his cock rhythmically making him groan in pleasure."...good,” she finished breathlessly.

They were soon moving easily against each other, each trying to provide maximum pleasure with minimal pain and damage to already battered bodies. Bruises and cuts were soon forgotten as their desire built and they fell against each other shuddering with the force of their release.

They stayed intimately connected as Buffy’s breathing and heart rate returned to normal and the vampire gently stroked the silky skin on her back. Suddenly he took an unnecessary breath and looked down into her questioning eyes.

“Sla- Buffy, you know how much I love you, don’t you?” He willed her to see the truth of it in his eyes. “I would die for you. And I don’t ever want to do anything to hurt you...”

Buffy looked up at him with the first glimmer of fear in her eyes. “Why does it sound like there’s a really painful ‘but’ lurking in there somewhere?” she asked calmly.

He sighed again and pulled her tightly against him.

(I’m not a strong enough man for this. Know it’s the right thing to do, but....)

“Buffy,” he finally said, “Your watcher is right. If I was lookin’ out for your best interests, I’d leave here immediately. Before the Council of Wankers finds out, before your friends figure it out... “

She felt a ball of ice in her chest as she realized what he was saying. “You’re going to leave me?” she asked in a very small voice. “You don’t want to stay with me?”

“More than anything in the world,” he breathed into her ear as he clutched her harder. “You’ve got no bleedin’ idea how much. But the Council of Wankers will never let you...... and you’ll never be able to have a normal life if I’m in it.”

“Hello! Vampire Slayer here! Not expected to live past 20! Fights vampires and demons every night. Lost her virginity to a 126-year-old master vampire. Fell in love with said vampire. Saves the world every spring...stop me when I get to something that sounds remotely normal to you.”

Her voice had risen as indignation replaced her fear of rejection.

(Who does he think he is, making decisions about my life for me? Him and Giles - talking about my future like I have nothing to say about it!)

As she ranted, she had pushed herself up away from him and was now sitting on him, still impaled on his rapidly hardening cock and glaring down at his smiling face.

“I don’t know what you’re smiling about,” she growled at him. “I’m mad at you! How could you even think about making that kind of decision without talking to me about it? What about the claim?”

He continued to gaze up at her, admiring the way her breasts moved with her indignant huffing and the animation on her face. He could almost feel his demon and William wrestling with each other for dominance. William, of course, wanted to do the noble thing and leave Buffy to go back to her life. The demon was raging against any suggestion that he leave this woman to whom he was almost mated.

Buffy’s voice and expression softened as she watched the war of emotions going on behind those intense eyes.

“What about the claim?” she repeated softly. “Doesn’t that make me yours? Don’t you want me?” She unconsciously squeezed him with her internal muscles as though her body was trying to cling to whatever part of him it could.

With a groan, he lost himself for seconds in the sensation of being sheathed in her wet heat, surrounded by everything Buffy. He fought his way back from the urge to surrender to his demon’s demands and said hoarsely,
“We never really completed a claim, love. It will fade over time and ...and...we could move on to other.....”

Suddenly the worried girl was gone and the Slayer was staring down at him. “You try moving on, vampire, and I’ll ....” Too quick for him to realize what she was planning, Buffy dove toward his neck and bit down as hard as she could with her blunt human teeth. She didn’t stop, in spite of his bucking beneath her, until she had drawn blood. Then she kissed the wound and said softly, “Mine. You’re mine, Spike.”

At the first pinch of her teeth on his neck, Spike’s demon threw William completely out of the contest. When he felt her break the skin, the demon emerged in all its primal glory. With a roar, he fastened his fangs onto her throat and answered her claim with his own. He slipped his sharper teeth easily into her soft skin and pulling fiercely he growled, “Mine.”

Visions of William, his mother, Cecily’s cruel comments, Drusilla, pain, darkness, clawing desperately out of a grave, Angelus, Darla, bloodshed, other Slayers, running over the Sunnydale sign, watching Buffy, fighting with Buffy, making love to Buffy on the damp grass of the graveyard – all those scenes flashed through the Slayer’s mind as she swallowed the blood on her tongue and felt the vampire’s pull on hers.

As they shared the blood from their wounds, the intimacy between the two supernatural beings increased exponentially. Neither one could say where he/she left off and the other began. The swirl of emotions and memories made them both dizzy.

Without actually moving, the still-connected couple was suddenly shaken by orgasms so powerful that they both lost consciousness. They fed on each other’s ecstasy in a continuous loop that only ended when their overloaded brains were no longer able to experience it.

When Buffy came to her senses, she found that she was still sucking gently on Spike’s neck as he licked her softly and purred into her throat.

“Whoa,” she gasped. “That was....was....Help me out here, poet.” She laughed as Spike winced at her newfound knowledge about William’s life before he was turned. He smiled ruefully with her, then his expression turned serious.

“It was forever, love. I hope you’re ready for that.” He stroked her face, letting her see how shaken he was by the experience and how much it meant to him.

She gazed back at him and answered with complete honesty, “As long as you’re with me, I think I can be ready for anything. I love you, William.”




Epilogue

“Well, Spike, we’ve faced Giles and the Scoobies, we’ve faced down the Council and got them to agree to leave us alone as long as you aren’t killing; this is all that’s left. Are you up for it?”

The well over a hundred-year-old master vampire looked around nervously and slowed down his usual ground-covering strides.

“I dunno, pet. You mother doesn’t keep any axes around the house, does she?”

She smiled at the reminder of how her mother had interrupted his quest to kill his third Slayer at Back to School Night. It seemed like much more than two and half years ago that Spike had first come into their lives.

“Trust me, if my mother wants to make someone uncomfortable, she doesn’t need any weapons,” Buffy said wryly.

“Well that’s bloody encouraging, love. Why don’t I just wait out here while you explain things to her....” He paused on the sidewalk and looked at the front door of the neat bungalow on Revello Drive.

She turned to face him and reached up to touch her lips to his softly.

“Don’t be such a coward. You know my mother likes you. And she’s grateful to you for coming back to help her daughter. It’ll be fine.”

“Helpin’ her daughter fight baddies is a long way from claiming her forever,” he grumbled as he followed her up the steps and opened the door for her.

Buffy tossed her hair at him and walked into the house without looking back to see if he was following. She actually wasn’t as confident as she pretending to be. She was well aware that her mother still struggled with the idea that her daughter was the Slayer and that the normal, happy life she wanted for her was not likely to happen.

And, while her mother did genuinely like Spike, and seemed totally unfazed by the fact that he was a vampire, Buffy really wasn’t sure how she was going to take the news that he was now a member of their small family. They’d not really made any attempt to hide their feelings for each other, but Buffy had never told her mother about the mutual claim or what it meant in terms of her future and she wasn’t really sure how the older woman was going to take the idea that her only daughter was essentially married to a much older, much less alive man......forever.

Spike stood behind her, shuffling his feet nervously and studying the rug on the floor as Buffy called out, “Mom, we’re here.”

When Joyce came out of the kitchen carrying a tray on which she had put mugs of hot chocolate with small marshmallows floating in one of them, the Slayer relaxed and gave Spike a brilliant smile.

The smile Joyce gave Buffy and Spike was warm and welcoming, but there was a trace of sadness visible around her eyes. She could feel the connection between the two blonds in front of her without even seeing the looks they were giving each other, and she regretfully let go of any last dreams of grandchildren she had been clinging to as she said, “ So, I understand you two have something to tell me? Why don’t we all have some hot chocolate while we talk about it?”

The End

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