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Chapter 34

He was the one that broke the kiss; the instant the comforting chill of his lips disappeared uncertainty flickered across her face. He was still there, standing there, looking down at her. One hand moved, and his fingers twisted a loose strand of golden hair around his pale fingers.

She searched his eyes, but all the fear and doubt had vanished. Only the calm blue oceans stared back at her; wherever her Spike had been hiding all these months, since the gain of his soul, it didn’t matter, he was back now.

The arrogant spark swam within those waters, and love…always love. “You’re mine Summers, y’ got that through that thick Slayer skull of yers yet?”

Buffy shrugged, and looked away unconvinced; she turned her head back slowly and gave him a slow smile. “I’m love’s bitch, but least I’m woman enough to admit it.”

He stared at her for a moment, and then let out a snort as the familiarity behind the words hit him. “Wiser words were never said luv,” he rubbed the silken locks of her hair between his fingers.

“Uhmm mm,” the tip of her tongue began to trace a slow path over her lips, and she shifted closer, bringing a hand up to lay on his side. His body twitched under the contact. “I’m still a little bit in shock I think; spending all this time thinking it was-“

“A dream?”

“After…when I first woke up,” her voiced wavered, and she dropped her chin struggling to hold back tears.

Releasing her hair, Spike slid a finger under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his.

“It felt like something slithered its way up inside you and died eh?”

“Something like that; I felt so alone, like…like I’d just lost my best friend.” The tears were streaming in rivers down her cheeks now, and Spike struggled to control is own overflowing emotions.

“Gotta stop livin’ in the past luv; we’re here now-“

“But how long is now Spike?” her gaze grew hot, and her fingers dug into his waist. “It figures, I finally get my act together, but times run out.”

“Hey,” Spike growled softly, “It isn’t about how much time, it’s about the time itself. So here we are Slayer, night before the Apocalypse an all, ‘n is this really how you want to spend our time?”

A flush began to spread up her neck. “Spike…”

“Oh bloody hell woman,” Spike sighed rolling his eyes. “That’s not what I…what ‘m saying is, we could stand here, get all sentimental and boo hoo regretful, or we could spend the time doing something new.”

“Like what?”

“Not fighting, not beating each other to a bloody pulp, and not pretending we don’t know how we feel about each other.”

“Um…English please?”

Raking a hand through his hair, he let out an exaggerated sigh. “All m’ saying is we don’t have to do anything. We just have to be; that’s all.”

“’Be’,” Buffy smiled, “I like that. Let’s just ‘be’ Spike.”

“Alright then.”

Buffy looked up suddenly, a confused expression on her face. “What exactly does that mean again?”

“Keep it simple luv,” Spike whispered softly, and he reached for her free hand and slid it around his waist.

“I think I’m getting it,” she whispered stepping closer, letting her hands slide the rest of the way around his back. Letting out a sigh, she laid her head on his chest. “How’s this?”

“Hmmm,” he pressed his lips to her hair, “Let’s have a think about it.”

“Huh?” she lifted her head from his chest and stared at him confused.

Spike swallowed back a laugh as he stared down at her baffled face. “Never mind you silly bint.”

Buffy scrunched up her face, and stepped back from him, crossing her arms in mock anger.

“Bint?”

Spike raised an eyebrow at her retreating form. “Chit?”

Buffy took another step back.

“Bird?”

It was Buffy’s turn to raise an eyebrow, and she took another step back. Spike’s tongue slid between his teeth, and his brows furrowed as if in deep thought.

“Pet?”

Buffy turned on her heal and presented her back to him.

“Awww luv, I’m not about to get into a row with you over this bloody game your playing here.”

She didn’t respond, but she was grinning ear to ear, and she stayed facing away from him. He was silent, and the smile slipped from her face. She kept forgetting this wasn’t the bad ass, hard-headed Spike she was so accustomed to dealing with; still hard-headed, but not quite as indestructible as he had always pretended to be. Rolling her eyes she prepared to turn and comfort the obviously brooding vampire, which as it turned out, seem to be a requirement for all vampires with a soul. She couldn’t help but snort; once upon a time Spike would have found that hilarious.

Strong arms slipped around her waist before she could move, and pulled her back against a solid body. His fingers teased the waistband of her jeans, before slipping within the cuff and resting every so lightly against the bare skin. The shiver that followed was the only natural reaction.

The proof that he was perfectly all right, and not brooding was pulsating against the small of her back. Applying the tiniest amount of pressure with the cool fingers pressed against the skin of her stomach be moved her further back against him.

The hair at the nape of her neck began to move, and she stifled a giggle as it swept against her skin causing goose bumps to emerge. The cool breath he was blowing into her hair reached her skin, and the urge to giggle dissipated. At the first touch of his tongue to her neck caused her to jerk back against him, and he chuckled softly against her neck. His tongue moved cruelly against the bare skin at the nape of her neck, tracing irregular patterns, applying pressure until her breath was expelled with a gasp.

When his blunt teeth scraped softly across her bare flesh, her hands sought his legs, and her fingers clenched at his jeans. She leaned into him, and bared her neck allowing him complete access, and she waited.

And waited.

He continued his attack on her neck with his tongue, but the bite she expected, no, craved never came. She didn’t voice her objects; she was offering, but he wasn’t biting (no pun intended). Whether or not he realized she was offering, she couldn’t tell. His movements hadn’t changed, except that now he was softly grinding his arousal into her back.

It was eerie how quiet the basement was; normally Spike was talking non-stop, and sex didn’t change that in the least.

But this was different. It felt like the most right and wrong thing in the world at the same time. He was two different men¬–vampires now; thankfully not the extreme duel personality of Angel and Angelus, but this Spike was so different than the Spike she had first fell in love with. No matter how he tried to hide the changes, they were there, she could feel them.

His probing fingers pushed through her wandering thoughts, and she couldn’t help but moan.

“That’s right Slayer, moan for me luv, tell me how it feels…”

“More,” she choked out, shifting to her toes to rub her butt against his erection. He growled, and pressed forward, forcing her to stumble toward the bed. Suddenly his arms were gone, and her legs betrayed her. She fell awkwardly onto the small grunt. Her annoyed response to being dropped was put on hold when she was flipped to her back, and got a face full of Spike.

He sank his tongue into her mouth with an aggressiveness she didn’t know he still had in him. Her legs wrapped themselves around his waist on their own accord, and she slid her hands up under his t-shirt, raking her nails across the skin of his back.

He growled again into her mouth, and thrust his hips into hers, and she moaned. She could feel his cock throbbing even through her jeans, and his and she shifted the wetness soaking through her panties.

“Cor, ‘ve missed this,” he breathed into her mouth as he began to move slowly against her, rubbing his jean-clad erection and her thoroughly damp jeans. She leaned forward and caught his ear lobe with her teeth and tugged gently. Her hands pulled anxiously at his t-shirt, and he stopped to allow it to be pulled over his head.

Buffy’s eyes glazed over as she gaze at his naked chest; her hands moved up to his shoulders, and then slowly down his chest and paused on his abs.

She shivered.

“Did I ever tell you how hot you are?”

He gave her a toothy grin, “Nah, but I always knew you were thinking it. Bloody irresistible I am.”

Her laughter echoed throughout the dim basement, and she let her legs drop back to the bed as he began his assault on her clothing.

It seemed like only seconds later, and the rags that were all that was left of her clothing lay were scattered on the basement floor. She’d managed to get his jeans off without tearing them to shreds.

She took his face in her hands, and forced him to meet her eyes. “I want to watch your face,” she whispered.

She saw the doubt flicker through his blue eyes, but he didn’t argue. He didn’t bother with foreplay, Buffy’s desire was so strong it was suffocating him, and her juices were dripping onto the sheet. He pressed a hard kiss to her forehead, and slid into her.

He moved slowly, pausing every now and then to feel her Slayer muscles clamp down on him. Buffy groaned as he throbbed back in response to her urging.

When he was buried deep inside her warmth he became motionless. Spike’s eyes caressed her face, and looked down at her with the same wonder she’d seen the first time they’d been together. Only this time she smiled up at him.

“I love you William.”






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