If he could do it without upsetting Buffy, Spike would have killed Willow right there for what she had done to his lover.
Once they got home, Buffy told Spike she was ready for bed. He let her go with a soft kiss to her forehead, telling her he'd join her after he had a cigarette. He needed something to calm his nerves.
Standing outside the crypt, Spike shook a cigarette out of the pack and lit it. Slowly, he took a drag, watching the smoke as it curled up towards the night sky. He didn't know what he'd do if Buffy didn't continue on like she had been since she'd spoken with Giles. Nothing could make him leave her side, that much he knew for certain. But living like this, having to watch the woman he loved so much in that sort of pain—he didn't know how long he could take it and stay sane himself.
He stayed outside until is cigarette was nothing but ashes, then dropped the smoldering butt to the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of his boot. A deep sigh, and he went back inside, prepared for another night of holding Buffy through a restless sleep.
However, when he got downstairs, he found a very different sight than the one he'd expected. He blinked several times, expecting it to be a hallucination that would fade; however, the tantalizing image in front of him remained.
The bottom level of the crypt was lit by low candlelight, centered around the bed. And on the bed… Spike licked his lips, his eyes darkening as he took in the view of Buffy in nothing but a blood red lace bra and panties set.
"I was wondering when you were going to get your cute little butt down here and join me," Buffy said, the corner of her lips twitching up in a teasing smirk.
"If I'd known you were waiting down here for me like this, I would've moved a lot faster," Spike replied as he stalked towards the bed. Just looking at her had him hard and throbbing, his body too long denied the pleasure of her welcoming body. He stopped at the edge of the bed to remove his boots before crawling up on his knuckles until he was hovering over Buffy.
He looked down at her, his expression one of awe. "You are so beautiful…"
Buffy smiled at him as she raised her hand to caress his cheek. "So are you, you know."
Spike's entire body ached with the need to be inside her again, to recapture the pure bliss he'd felt every time they'd made love, and yet he knew he had to be sure this was what she truly wanted before they went too far. The evening's confrontation with the girl who had caused all this heartache for them in the first place was still in the forefront of his mind and he knew it had to be there for Buffy as well. If she was doing this for a reason other than desire for him alone, then they needed to stop. What was best for her would always take precedence over his own desire. Spike would make sure of that, no matter how difficult it may be.
"Are you sure about this, kitten?" he asked, even as he leaned into her hand.
"You're thinking I'm upset over what happed with Willow, aren't you?"
"For starters," Spike admitted.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as Buffy pushed on his chest, and Spike could almost feel his hopes crushing as he moved up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Hey now, don't look like such a little kicked puppy," Buffy teased as she sat up herself and moved to sit beside him and wrapped her arms around his. "You're still getting laid." Spike turned towards her quickly, his eyebrow arched, and Buffy had to laugh. "I'm okay, Spike. Really. I mean, yeah, seeing Willow tonight—not my idea of fun. But I'm also sorta glad it happened."
At that, Spike frowned. "How so?"
"It made me realize something."
"Yeah? What's that?"
"That I really don't belong in her world anymore—and I don't want to. When I was with you before this happened, I was happier than I've ever been. Ever. Happier even than I was before my parents split and I got Called. For the first time, I felt like I really belonged somewhere, like I had everything I could ever want. And then I got my soul back, and well, I felt guilty for even loving you."
Spike's brow furrowed and he opened his mouth to speak, but Buffy reached out and placed her finger against his parted lips to silence him. "Shh. Let me finish, okay? Over the past few days, I've realized something. It's okay for me to love you, William."
His expression changed to one of wonder, and as her finger dropped, Spike whispered her name questioningly. She smiled softly at him, reaching down into his lap to take his hand.
"I'm not going to deny that there were things about you that I was attracted to then that I don't want to think about now, but beyond that…" Buffy paused for a moment, looking down at how their fingers were entwined. "The connection we had—we have—is so much deeper than that. It's…" She stopped, at a loss for words when it came to describing what she felt for him.
Spike pressed his free hand against her cheek, and Buffy looked up, meeting his eyes. "It's all right, sweetheart. You don't have to explain it to me. I know."
Buffy smiled, tears welling up in her eyes again, though these were so different from the ones she'd shed over the past few days. "You do, don't you?"
With a nod, he replied, "As well as I've ever known anything, pet."
"When I saw her tonight, I knew. I had no desire to be around her, to go back to what I was—and not just because this whole soul curse thing has me more than a little cranky with her." Spike chuckled slightly at that, and Buffy's smile grew at the soft sound. "I think maybe, well…" Buffy stopped again and sighed. "I don't know, this could be so selfish of me to even say, but I think maybe this was all worth it. Because, well…"
Her eyes darted down again as she said quietly, barely above a whisper, "No one else could ever love me like you do, Spike. And to have the chance to be loved like this…" Suddenly, she looked back up, her eyes locking with his again. "And I miss you. I miss you so much. Just…being with you. I don't want to spend another night like the ones we’ve been having. I need you. When…when you're inside, everything just…fits."
Spike swallowed, her words meaning more to him than she could even imagine. "Oh, Buffy…"
Before Spike could finish his thought, Buffy had launched herself at him, her mouth smashing against his with desperation. All hesitation gone, Spike growled low in his throat and lowered her down to the bed, his hands skimming her body to grab her bottom, bared by her thong.
Buffy moaned into his mouth, her own hands frantic against him, tugging at his t-shirt. Impatient, she ripped it from his chest, letting it fall ruined to the bed. Spike snarled, squeezing the rounded globes in his hands hard as his eyes flashed between blue and gold. He nipped at her lips, breaking open the flesh and tasting her blood on his tongue.
Her body humming with need, Buffy arched off the bed, gasping as Spike moved from her lips down to her neck, biting almost hard enough to break the skin before trailing lower, moving his attention to the tantalizing mounds of flesh peeking out from the top of her bra. He laved the area with his tongue before pushing one red cup down and sinking his fangs in, his eyes rolling back as a taste like ambrosia filled his mouth.
Buffy cried out, her hips bucking wildly. She'd missed this… Spike drove her wild in ways she'd never expected, did things to her she'd never known could be so wonderful.
He growled and she trembled, his teeth at the front of her bra, the flimsy fabric no match for his sharp fangs. Her breasts fully bared to him, Spike attacked them with renewed fury, lapping at her nipples until they were so sensitive Buffy wasn't sure she could take it anymore.
Then he was moving on, biting and licking the planes of her stomach, every touch making Buffy cry out. She trembled in anticipation as his mouth moved closer to her dripping pussy, enough moisture there already for Spike to feast on.
Spike nudged her clit through her panties with his nose, the rough lace rubbing against the sensitized bud. She gasped, her hips thrusting in a silent plea. The taste of her too long denied to him for Spike to tease, her panties met the same fate as her bra, his fangs rending them from her body.
Within the first few passes of his tongue, Buffy was spasming. Spike growled in response to the rush of fresh juices in his mouth, and Buffy screamed as the vibrations traveled through her most sensitive spot. Still, he continued to feast on her until she was weeping from the pleasure, her body shaking with each stab of Spike's long tongue into her channel.
Suddenly, he pulled away, but before Buffy could regain her senses, three of his fingers pushed inside of her as his fangs sank into her inner thigh. She screamed again, the sound echoing off the walls of the crypt as the world around her flashed into bright light.
She came down to the gentle laps of Spike's tongue against the fresh bite mark. Panting heavily, Buffy reached between her spread legs to touch his head, her fingers threading through the soft strands of his hair.
Spike looked up, met her eyes, and smiled against her skin. Buffy smiled back before crooking her finger, beckoning him to her. Spike complied without protest, crawling his way back up her body. The denim of his jeans rubbed against her skin, with her every nerve ending on edge and she moaned.
Buffy didn't realize she was vamped out as well until Spike was hovering over her, kissing the ridges on her brow. He whispered one phrase between every gentle kiss, and Buffy felt a lump rising in her throat.
"I love you… I love you…"
Tears stung the edges of her eyes, and Buffy held on tightly to Spike's bare shoulders. "Spike, please… I want… I need… Oh…"
"Shh… I know, kitten. I know." Spike pulled up, unfastening his jeans and slipping them down and off his legs before he was covering her body with his again, kissing her everywhere his lips could reach. His cock fell thick and ready between her legs, and Buffy thrust her hips, desperate for the feeling of being complete that only he could give her.
Spike didn't keep her waiting. Their eyes met as his hand stole between their bodies, grasping his cock and lining it up with her entrance. Buffy thrust her hips again as he pushed forward, and with a cry in unison, he was inside her again.
They trembled together, both stilling for a moment to adjust to the feel of being joined again. "I missed this," Buffy whispered, her voice hoarse.
"Me, too," Spike replied softly.
Then, they were moving, a perfect rhythm found from the start. They needed no words, every emotion lay bare in touch alone. Instinctively, their lips met, fangs and tongue battling, colliding, melding. Pleasure coiled inside them, and the pain of the past few days meant nothing in this exquisite homecoming.
In unspoken agreement, their lips came apart and their eyes met. Buffy gasped, and as Spike felt her inner walls fluttering around him, he let go, roaring his pleasure as he came.
The crypt was still, silent, the two lovers entwined on the bed.
Something passed through her, and Buffy's eyes shot open. Pain rolled through her and she gasped, stumbling off the bed and collapsing on to the floor.
Behind her, she could faintly hear Spike's voice calling to her, yet she couldn't respond, her entire body seizing up as she struggled for breath she could only dimly remember she didn't need.
And then, it was over. The world grew still again, and Buffy panted, her head hanging as her hands pushed against the hard stone floor.
Slowly, she brought her head up as a grin spread across her face.
This is the end of the fic. I hope you enjoyed by little foray into vamp Buffy. I realize some people are probably going to be upset that I don’t take it any further, but this is the ending I wanted and have been planning since the beginning. I hope most of you like it and you enjoyed the fic on the whole.
Thanks for reading and please review!