Buffy could feel everything blur as the words moved through her. “I do.” It was so simplistic and yet it capped off every dream she could have ever spent time asleep for. God, she loved him so much. Her body ached for him in ways she shouldn’t be able to imagine, but looking into his eyes remnants of memories that hadn’t yet occurred took her breath away.
She knew him. Knew his past and his future with equal veracity. She’d been showered with a truth that could make her world so much brighter, despite the required future in the dark. She could map his body, show her devotion to every inch of him and not hurt him. Not ever again would she hurt such a man that could love her so deeply. So ultimately.
The way he breathed his own oath, the way he sucked her in with that awed look was enough to completely win her heart and Buffy knew she could never let this go. Could never surrender her future to moments without him if it meant more lies.
They shared the pleasure of claiming the other with a ring, names and love engraved as a testament to the future she had ensured. Buffy was teetering on a giddy high, both wanting to rush out and show her friends what she had done, who she was now joined with in life, and yet wanting desperately to experience finally all that pleasure the Powers had assured her was there for her if she chose wisely.
This time she had, and the blush that settled over her skin with his first kiss as her husband made up her mind. Lovin’ first, then announcement second. Surely her friends could understand waiting for knowledge of something this big. She was so madly consumed with love that absolutely nothing could stand in the way of this moment.
It was that second when it was all settled, when it was all acknowledged that they meant the world to each other that she whispered their destination in his ear. Her body shivered when he growled lustily into her neck and she couldn’t help but drag him through the night and to his car. It was an ugly beast of a guy car, but if it got her where she needed to go, who was she to complain?
For the first time that Buffy could remember, she was beyond happy that her mother was out of town on business. The honeymoon could begin in the bed that she’d never given him permission to sleep upon. Which of course didn’t mean that he never would have in that diverted future, only that she had been pushed into agreeing rather than making the offer out of want. From her heart.
Spike hadn’t stopped staring at her with such an intense look of love since she had announced a way they could get married immediately. Buffy and Spike felt thoroughly confused as to why she had rings and a Justice of the Peace already waiting; they just smiled and agreed it was obviously sanctioned by something much greater than they were and raced off to keep a wedding date before they could be charged to wait.
They hadn’t stopped fawning over each other through the ceremony, Spike so intoxicated by his love’s spirit and enthusiasm that he could barely concentrate on anything but the scent of her hair or the need to feel her body clasped tightly to his.
“I’m so happy,” she said over and over again through the ceremony and in his car, snuggled up under his arm while she delivered loving kisses to his chin and his lips whenever the lights allowed.
And so was he. There was something that had always tingled when he was around this girl, something other than the signature that warned him of enemy. He was a fool for thinking all this time he could kill her and be happy. It was more than obvious that he was meant to dust in this girl’s arms and be buggered if she was human and the Slayer to boot.
Spike nearly keeled over in amazement when his wife shyly led him to her bedroom. His wife. He couldn’t wipe the sappy grin off his face. It felt like he’d consumed a gutful of sugar and he had never acted this happy, this carefree and delirious with the knowledge his love was for once reciprocated. Well, maybe once when his mum had been so effusive in her love for his work. Even if it was all rot and she was suffering a mother’s misguided love.
This was different. This was a woman taking him as her mate for life, binding herself tightly to him in name as she asked him to bind her to him in body. He should have been shamed with the ease of how fast he jumped her. Should have been, but couldn’t get past the pleasure that just being near her brought to him.
And now he was on that little ledge before he consummated his love with the woman of his dreams and he knew that one little step would make him a man almost completely debilitated with happiness. It felt almost shocking that this kind of bliss could even be possible. Could be reachable for the likes of him. But his fingers had more than flicked over it and now he wanted to grab hold tight with his whole hand.
When he looked at Buffy he saw such goodness and soul, felt such a need to make her happy and safe that he felt tears forming with his fear of failure. She was the star that had guided him through his unlife for the past two years, only he had never been willing to give her the credit, only the pain. It had to stop. Now that she was his wife, he would ensure that she never was hurt by his hand again.
Spike couldn’t help but watch disbelievingly as Buffy kept her eyes in his and began to unbutton her top. It was a very formal white satin blouse with a large pointed collar, and it was so shiny and beautiful he was almost William-like in wanting her to leave it on. But Spike wanted to touch her, finally explore the promise of her body and embed himself completely in her heart. He knew it was time for them to join as husband and wife and now the hesitation was gone.
While he’d been ruminating the virtues of her virginal looking wedding wear, she’d managed to take it off and drape it over her vanity chair. She was breathtaking and Spike couldn’t help the shake in his hand as he reached to touch the bared flesh of her bronzed shoulder, tracing a finger along the strap of her bra and sucking in breath as he pulled one of them down and exposed the outer curve of one breast.
Buffy gasped and was overwhelmed with tears of happiness as the sensation of his cool finger drifted over her skin. When his thumb began a slow rub over her nipple, a deep fire curled outward from her belly to inflame her whole body. The moment, the day, nothing had been less than perfect and Buffy was so happy she felt like screaming it to the world. If she didn’t want to feel him naked with her so badly, she’d run all the way to Giles’ screaming her news and hugging all her friends.
The waiting had already taken too much time, too much of her life, and Buffy found quickly that she had no patience remaining. She wasn’t going to stand there and swap soppy lovey expressions with her man while she had a bed waiting for them to occupy. That bed deserved to be rumpled and writhed on and the smell of sex to infiltrate her virgin sheets.
When it seemed like Spike had stalled with that one sensual move and got caught in looking at her wondrously, Buffy decided enough was enough and she wasn’t called Action Girl for nothing. In a precursor of things to come, she pounced. Grabbed Spike by the fly of his too tight black jeans, reefed the buttons from their holes and tossed him roughly to the bed.
Astonished blue eyes shot open and then a grin of pure seductive sex flashed across his lips. Heavy boots thunked to the floor and jeans followed. Within the blink of her eyes, he was naked and smirking, watching her in a predatory fashion he seemed to have patented as Buffy slipped her long lavender skirt over wiggling hips, breasts bobbling at his appreciative leer.
It was almost like they couldn’t speak, all desire for each other relayed through looks and touches that enflamed and quenched as they went. Buffy crawled up the bed over his body and stopped as her breasts rested teasingly on his chest and her legs straddling his. The insides of her thighs burned where his hairs tickled her flesh and Buffy felt no other option but to lean in for a kiss.
Sensation exploded behind their eyes as a meeting of their lips became sensory overload; heat and taste mixed within a need to be past the learning and well into the knowing. Buffy was beyond needing to explore, she needed the possession that came with giving herself to someone else to care and cherish and love.
Spike’s arms wound around her and her body was crushed full length against his, his feet and knees holding her tight and clasped together against his over-eager cock. He flipped her easily, and with the move he suddenly felt a small release of the pressure and he slowed the kiss down, relishing in her taste and softness as he became lost in this new reality.
He, William the bloody, Spike, was married, and he was about to ravish his wife in her girlish bedroom while her mum was busy in another city. It was both evil and succulent yet fraught with symbolic purpose. She was switching from an innocent girl to his eternal partner. He wondered if she knew what it would mean to grow old by his side.
His lips slipped from hers and explored her cheeks, finding wet eyelids to kiss and encourage his own tearful response to the moment. He linked hands with her, smoothing a finger over the polished gold band that proclaimed her his. It filled a deep gaping hole that he had spent a century ignoring the existence of. He’d talked himself into believing Dru had filled it; but now he knew it was a lie. His inner William needed this girl, this woman that lay beneath him crying happy tears that they were at last together.
This was a celebration and Spike felt himself getting all morbid, letting tears get in the way of a good first time shag with his lady and so to change the tone, he nipped at her neck. Growled in her ear and jerked a leg over his hip. While he bathed his marks on her throat, he rubbed his length against her slippery heat and nearly lost himself in the pleasure of almost reaching the prize. He rolled his eyes at the obvious git moment and began to push his swollen head against her folds, groaning as her opening spread little by little and engulfed him in volcanic fire.
Blood surged to his cock with a thunderous gallop and he felt the pulse like agony until he’d managed to slide all the way in. He could feel the stretch of her flesh, the pounding of her heartbeat against the spongy walls surrounding him and he forgot he didn’t need to breathe and began to gasp and suck in oxygen.
Buffy moaned and arched under him, letting her body strike shocks with the carnal contact. Her hands didn’t seem to understand what to do, ghosting over his hair and his shoulders to his hair again, pulling him back to her lips. It was so fitting that her first time with her husband would be so intense, surpass by huge heights the schoolgirl fantasy of Angel.
Angel. The name did nothing to her anymore. No flinching, no pinching at her heart. The space had been vacated entirely to make way for a love much larger than the piddly little scraps her first love could offer. And now that he was inside her and she was blurred to all but flashing white hair above her face and soft pink lips, Buffy felt a smile of wonder form on her lips.
“I love you,” she breathed against his mouth and then she showed him, lifting her hips in encouragement for him to move. For him to show her what it should always have been like, and to learn how it was always meant to be.
He could feel it. Her love was like a flame between them, so obvious and powerful and beautiful and it left him awed. There was nothing left for him to do but to show her, to fill her all the way up and show her what he could do to the woman he loved and cherished with all his heart.
He sunk in deep, feeling pain as her walls reacted and squeezed him lovingly. But he thrived on pain; found the most acute pleasure in that little twist of his length as he felt the itch and strain of his balls to unload.
The friction was killing him, her nails embedded in the skin of his back making his body shake in urgent restraint. There was almost nothing to be done to get her off. He could feel the swirl in her womb that was pushing hard to explode in release through her body. Felt it in depths he’d been unaware he had. Knew she was awaiting just one thing and that would be it for her and he could end the torment of this passion before he felt himself ripped to shreds.
“I love you, too. Sweetheart?”
Something flashed as she gripped him hard, her thighs holding him tight as the room swirled and he was caught in the middle of awareness and meltdown. His hips continued to pound into her as he looked around the room, looked underneath him and swore he was going to rip someone’s head off for this.
The bitch underneath him was the perfect choice.
“You manipulating little—”
And she flipped him, biting his lip hard as she bounced on his still turgid cock, rubbing her sensitive nipples over the smoothness of his chest. His hands didn’t know what to do, where to grab to toss her the hell off him, and yet he vamped, snarling and spitting obscenities that made her do the exact opposite of what he convinced himself he actually wanted.
She squealed at his imagery, bending lower and lower until his fangs were teased too much to stay out of her pain inducing throat. He pounced, blood shooting into his mouth as pain exploded simultaneously from his head and fluid from his cock.
Buffy screamed in an overload of ecstasy, embarrassment coming only when she noticed her open window and the throbbing of every cell of her body. Spike’s fangs slid easily from her neck and Buffy felt the beginnings of guilt. She had manipulated. Why didn’t she think of the impact of these things until it was too late?
And now he was dead. She’d killed him with unbelievable sex.
Buffy stayed in position, feeling the security of a semi-hard cock still placed inside her as she watched the unconsciousness that was her husband. And despite knowing she was bad and wrong and she didn’t deserve this happiness that swelled inside her, she couldn’t help but smile at her achievement.
He couldn’t reject her now. Could he?
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It just occurred to me that I should re-post these chapters after the trouble on SR earlier. I lost reviews :o( so would love it if those that reviewed, or those that hadn't last time around, would give it a shot this time!