Chapter 1
She massaged the back of his scalp with long drawn out caresses, relishing in the silkiness of his curls between her fingers. He rubbed his nose and cheek under her chin like a cat that had come in from too much time out in the sun. Meanwhile his hand covered a plump breast that was hidden under her blouse and bra. His other arm was curled under him as he lay behind her on the couch. He inhaled a deep breath, filling his lungs with the intoxicating feminine scent. The hand moved from her breast to slowly undo the buttons of her black cotton blouse, one at a time. The hand that wasn't still tangled in his hair moved in to help him, reaching inside to open the front clasp of her baby blue satin bra.
"Mmmmm..." Spike groaned as he turned into her, pulling her under him and nuzzling between her breasts as he cupped each one and pushed them together. His lips and mouth were cool, sucking and tasting her flesh,"Mmm, Buffy." One of her legs was rubbing between his, giving a coarse friction against the hardness of his confined erection. The other was raised over his hips, cradling him to her.
"Don't stop," she breathed out, abandoning herself to his touch, his lust, his love,"Can I feel it again?" With the snarl that accompanied the transformation, he changed his features to the demon's. The rough ridges of his distorted face sent new thrills of pleasure through the Slayer. She let out tiny, sharp gasps when his fangs scraped on her tight, pebbled nipples.
"Like that?"
"Love that, love you."
A haughty rumble rose from down deep in his chest. It was pride, lust, fulfillment, joy, most of all it was love requited.
"Tell me again."
"I love you." With those words of encouragement he turned the heat up a few notches, hungrily kissing all over her chest, breasts and stomach.
"Marry me..." Halt. Suddenly Spike found that his head was being held up his bleached roots, staring into the fiery eyes of his beloved. He couldn't tell if she was furious or just overcome with a love so wild and pure it made angels weep.
"What?!"
"Sorry, I take it back then."
"You can't take it back! Spike, you just proposed!"
"And you turned me down..."
"I did not turn you down."
"Is that a yes?"
"Are you serious?"
"Don't I look serious?"
"Spike?"
"What?"
"Are you serious or is this the recently averted apocalypse euphoria fueling your need to merge?"
"Not sure. I know I love you with reckless abandon and you are the brightest light of my soul; that I would do anything to ensure your unending happiness and security; I am partial to the sex...but now that you mention it, I suppose it could be the fact that we all didn't die again and the planet isn't a meatball in a hell sauce that's having me desire to make an honest woman of you. Huh, well, nevermind then."
"No! No neverminding!"
"Is that a yes?"
"It's an emphatic yes!!!"
"All settled then...." That tumultuous storm weathered to his satisfaction, the vampire's lumpy face once again buried itself between the world's most succulent tits."Mrs. The Bloody."
"Buffy Summers Bloody? I don't think so babe, William Summers is nice though." He bit into her, not enough to break the skin, but enough to elicit a little yelp.
"It's Chippinghurst." She burst out laughing, but soon noticed he wasn't laughing with her. He sighed and snuggled against her, toying with the tip of one nipple, twisting and flicking it for his own amusement."Sad but true."
"Chip...Chippinghurst. Um, I can...fine, it's fine. Perfectly fine."
"Very magnanimous of you, pet."
"It's not your fault, I'm sure it's a perfectly solid, proper English name. Giles would like it." He moved up her body and planted a firm kiss on her lips.
"You'll be Mrs. Chippinghurst and you'll love it." She maneuvered her leg out from under him and locked it with the other around his waist.
"Maybe it's the recently averted apocalypse euphoria talking, but I think I will." He smiled, fangs and all, and dove down for her throat, covering her in hot wet kisses,"I know I will!"
The sound of the front door opening went unheard by the couple making out on the couch, but they soon became aware that they'd gathered an audience when the younger Summers cleared her throat. Like two teenagers caught by the parents instead of the seventeen year old, Spike and Buffy inadvertently rolled off the couch, hitting the floor will a dull thud and scrambling to right their clothing.
"It takes 15 minutes to drive to the pizza place and back!" Dawn exclaimed,"Did you really think you had enough time to have sex? On the couch? Which, by the way you are so not allowed to do!"
"Sorry, Bit," Spike apologized, pulling his t-shirt back on as Buffy hurriedly buttoned up her shirt. After Dawn, in walked the others, Xander who rolled his eyes at the pair and headed towards the kitchen with the boxes, then Willow and Anya with the liters of pop under their arms and faces painted with knowing smiles, lastly Giles - the provider of the cheese laden feast.
"Honestly you two are worse than the majority of Sunnydale High," the Watcher admonished. Buffy snaked her arms around her fiancée's waist and cuddled him close.
"I can't resist his sinister charms," the Slayer supplied, looking fondly up at her vampire,"Besides the hero of the night deserves a reward."
"Yes, but I was thinking more along the lines of a case of Boddington's for him rather than....than..."
"Slayer shaggin'," said Spike, his hand giving Buffy's rear a squeeze, making her jump up.
"I didn't hear that, I've seen nothing tonight, it doesn't exist."
"Keep tellin' yourself that Watcher, we're engaged."
"Bloody hell."
"There pepperoni on those pies?"
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Author's Chapter Notes:
First published way back in 2002, but I thought it could use a little sprucing up and be put back out there in the world o' Spuffy. Nautibitz inspired me to repost and to write it in the first place!