Buffy opened the back porch door, quietly slipping into the dark kitchen without alerting the Scoobies of her presence. She then leaned against the island, listening as voices floated to her from the living room and closed her eyes to better focus on what they were saying, the main topic being Spike and herself.
“I just think you should ease up on the guy. Trying to stake his undead ass will only upset Buffy further and you’ll get a whole lotta karmic vengeance aimed back at ya.”
She practically had to pick her jaw up off the floor at Xander’s words directed at her Watcher. Would wonders never cease?
“Do not preach at me, young man! My god, the nerve… coming from someone who couldn’t stand to be in his company, let alone make concessions for him! Seems like you’re another victim to fall to his charms.”
A chorus of outrage sounded throughout the house, Xander’s being the loudest. “Look, man, I know you didn’t approve of the way Buffy was brought back-”
“Am I that transparent? Your meddling, children, has probably unleashed something of Armageddon-like proportions that we’ve yet to experience!”
“Then it stands to reason we’ll need all the help we can get!” Xander yelled. “Anya and Spike will know better than anyone what we could be up against,” he reasoned.
Silence lingered for a moment and, not for the first time, Buffy wondered why Spike hadn’t piped up, being the source of contention that he was. She wasn’t curious enough to venture into the other room though, not when everyone in there was being somewhat hostile. She also wasn’t looking forward to dealing with Giles at the present moment, feeling a twinge of guilt about breaking his wrist, but she wasn’t above preventing further attempts from him trying to kill Spike either.
“I think that’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night,” Anya pointed out, pride evident in her voice. “Your ability to mature has increased exponentially in the short time we’ve been discussing this useless idea of thinking Buffy and Spike weren’t meant to be together.”
“Useless? Broken bottle threatening to slice my jugular here folks!” Willow whined. “Spike is not necessary for stopping apocalypses… apocalypti? Whatever! If magic intervention is needed then I can handle any-”
“NO!” resounded through the house from the group, shutting down any further argument from the witch.
Relief flooded through Buffy’s being upon hearing that they wouldn’t tolerate Willow using stronger magic… or magic period. At least they all agreed on that.
“Shouldn’t we try to help Buffy find some source of income?” Tara suggested, ever helpful. “I mean, with her mom being gone there’s no money coming in, not really. I just got a job down at the YMCA teaching yoga, but it doesn’t pay very much and-”
“Spike’s loaded,” Anya interrupted. “Just another reason for Buffy to shack up with him.”
Spike’s loaded?! Buffy put that little tidbit down on a long list of items that she needed to discuss with him.
She figured they were all staring at Anya like a bunch of guppies when she continued.
“Old money and all that, from before he was turned. He has a great demon investment banker, which I need to ask him about since my stock in Voodoo Dolls, Inc. has gone completely down the human waste receptacle.”
Xander coughed. “Ahn, you never cease to surprise me.”
“If only she’d cease to open her mouth,” Buffy heard Willow mutter under her breath, audible only to her.
Uncharitable thoughts flitted across her mind concerning her best friend. Best friend? Best friends wouldn’t rip you from Heaven! Best friends would own up to their actions once they’d learned how they’d hurt others! She could go on, but Tara’s soft voice halted the rage inside her.
“Spike and Buffy are very beautiful together,” she offered meekly. “Their combined auras’ are practically a life force of its own.”
Willow gave a snort of derision and Giles was damningly silent on the matter. Anya, of course, added her own suggestion.
“I bet when they have sex, it’ll light up the whole house! And with his stamina, she’s sure to have the happy ‘O’ face all night long!”
“Oh, dear God…”
That was the proverbial straw in Buffy’s mind. Running her hand through her locks, she moved to enter the room and diffuse the situation, when a cool hand gripped her wrist lightly, holding her back.
“Let ‘em be, pet.”
She tilted her head downward, looking a little over her right shoulder, but didn’t turn around fully. They stood still, linked only by their hands, unsure of each other now that certain truths had been revealed.
She loved him; she did, had for a while if she was truly honest with herself. Hadn’t she professed that fact to Giles just this evening? And Merrick, giving her a taste of what her life could be like should she reject the one standing behind her, well that was the icing on the cake, so to speak.
The really awful thing about this evening was not the yelling or screaming, the accusations or threats of violence… but the lack of courage Buffy had in telling Spike of her feelings. She hadn’t even bothered to look him in the eye when she’d said it, instead telling the group like a bunch of father confessors, begging for absolution from everyone but the person she’d sinned against.
Man’s been waiting years for those three little words and you don’t have the guts to say them to his face. Bravo, Buffy! The blush of shame crept up her neck and over her face as she tentatively tightened her grip on Spike’s fingers.
Slowly, so as not to spook her, he moved forward until his chest came flush with her trembling back, never removing his hand from hers. Before he’d seen her, he knew something was different, that she was more at ease than he’d seen her in a long time. Whatever she’d done in the backyard, whatever demons she’d lain to rest in the cold night made a difference within her, the roaring orchestra he normally felt through their connection having lessened to a peaceful lullaby.
Tired of their endless prattle about whether Buffy was still human or something else, Spike had quietly slipped out of the living room, desperately needing a smoke. He’d reached the backyard just as she’d reentered the house, turning to watch the shadows for any sense of what she’d been talking to out there. Not even a whiff remained of her nighttime visitor and for some reason it chaffed at him something fierce. Had the claim been in place he wouldn’t have to contend with maddening thoughts of possessiveness that plagued him continually since the night Buffy had licked her fingers clean of his blood.
The constant drive to complete the claim was still there, hounding him at every step, but she had to want it just as much as he did. He refused to be tied to someone that hesitated in giving her heart to him. In the beginning, he was willing just to be near her, to love her… but then she’d gone and done this unthinkable thing by cementing a thread of knowledge, a continuous awareness of her being within his mind and body.
And now, with her body so close, he lost any will power he maintained in the last few days.
He disentangled their fingers and wrapped both arms around her shoulders, leaning his forehead against the back of her head, inhaling deeply of her lavender shampoo. He heard her breathy sigh and felt her tense frame relax against his strong body as he began nuzzling her hair, her hands curling around the forearm that circled her neck in a possessively tender embrace.
She leaned her head to the side, her temple resting against his hard jaw line, eyes closed in bliss. This is what it was like to be cherished, to trust someone so completely, knowing that the demon inside of him was capable of utter annihilation yet refused to do so because of its love for her. Yeah, she so totally loved him.
Burying his nose further into her blonde tresses, he began placing short nips along her hairline, sending tingling sensations throughout her body with each one. He then shifted his attention to her neck as he kissed his way up to just below her earlobe, panting heavily and pulling the succulent flesh between his blunt teeth.
A low moan rose up within her when he started worrying the lobe, biting and sucking as he tried to pull a heated response from her by grinding his erection into the cleft of her ass. “A l’il louder, kitten, and they’ll come runnin’ to the rescue.”
She didn’t care; she’d scream if it meant that he’d let his lips continue what they were doing, realizing something had shifted in his demeanor. He was just kissing her, holding her closely and intimately to his body… and she’d never felt more alive in her whole existence. “Screw them.”
“Not bloody likely… you on the other hand,” he whispered as he began pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck, licking her pulse point, feeling it throb and call to him like a siren.
Wanting better friction while his hands were busy, Spike moved their bodies away from possible discovery near the door to deeper within the shadows, her hips caught between the counter top of the island and the hard reminder of his passion for her. He then began thrusting shallowly against her ass as his fingers threaded through her long locks, massaging her scalp and tugging her hair over and away from her delicate column.
One arm remained around her shoulders as the other made its way down to the buttons on her shirt, flicking each one away until there was nothing left to keep her lush body from his view. Slowly, he slid his palm over the swell of her breasts, tweaking a nipple through her bra as he moved down to the indentation of her waist. When he reached her hips, he practically pinned her to the counter with his hard cock.
He thought to be gentle in his loving of her, but that was flung out the window when she reached between their bodies and cupped his aching balls. “Fuck, Buffy!” he panted in her ear, keeping her still.
“Spike,” she whimpered as she sagged against him in complete surrender.
“No more games,” he grated harshly.
Moving a callused hand down the flat plane of her belly until he reached the top of her jeans - the offending button soon joining the others that lay scattered on the kitchen floor - he twisted her thong to the side and grazed the soft curls lying in wait there. His questing fingers found her slick with want as she began her own thrusts, trying to find the relief he promised.
He swiped a digit across the lips of her sex, teasing her folds and tracing circles around, but never touching her throbbing clit. Her increased whimperings told him that she was close and that it wouldn’t take more than a few flicks of his fingers to send her over, but he wanted to keep her on the edge, like he was. Her low slung jeans began inching down further the more she bucked against him and he had to restrain himself from just splaying her across the tile and taking what he wanted.
Biting her lip to keep from crying out, she wound her hand behind her to cup his head and pull him in for a kiss, catching his lower lip between her teeth. His return groan and response had her digging her nails into his soft curls to keep him sealed to her mouth. Nicotine flavor tingled her tongue as she darted it in and out, tracing his lips and then inside his mouth, exploring the plump flesh.
Spike used the hand not exploring her pussy to pull her head closer for a deeper, more urgent kiss as a low growl rumbled in his chest. He then nuzzled the nape of her neck as if trying to crawl beneath it, moving down to just over her jugular and quickly inserting his fangs deep, the thrum to become one overwhelming.
The painless bite made colors explode before her eyes and Buffy moaned in delirious pleasure as he wrapped his strong arm around her stomach, his fingers stroking her pussy to finally press on her sensitive clit. Another starburst, and she lost all ability to stand on her own as Spike kept her upright.
She felt his intense suckling deep within her womb, creating a rhythm that made her insides flutter, as if approaching the first hill on a high rollercoaster ride. His hips were rocking against her and with his last hard pull, she was falling as a scream welled in her throat, his hand covering her mouth to muffle the sound as she thrashed about in his arms, her spendings liberally covering his fingers.
Slowly withdrawing his fangs, he licked his mark clean, nuzzling her jaw and breathing raggedly. “Mine.” He then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of her juices.
Her eyes closed in ecstasy as her puffs of breath pushed between the fingers covering her mouth. Euphoria spread throughout her entire being as the claim became firmly entrenched from his side, his thoughts and feelings bombarding her as wave after wave of aching loneliness and longing filled her heart causing her to tear up.
“So sorry,” was all she could sob before twisting in his arms and hugging him close to her.
He laid his head on the crown of her hair and rubbed his cheek against its softness. “Hush love, I’m here… not going anywhere.”
“Please don’t leave me, ever!” she begged in muffled cries against his shoulder, her body wracked with sobs.
He closed his eyes against the pain that thought caused. “Never,” he whispered fervently and pressed a kiss to her forehead, pulling her face away from the crux of his neck.
She looked absolutely shattered from the past few days, but a new gleam in her eye told him that she was feeling everything he was. His fingers absently stroked the mark he’d left her with, totally obliterating all other marks on her creamy white skin, savoring the thread of connection as it turned into a massive cord she only needed to complete.
Smiling tremulously, she raised her hand and brushed her thumb against one of his cheeks, looking him straight in the eye. “I love you.”
Instinctively, Spike pulled her closer to his hard body and kissed her temple. “Sweet Jesus, Buffy… say it again.”
She gave him a watery smile as she let her fingers drift down the front of his shirt to cup the bulge that still lingered, squeezing her emphasis. “I love you.”
Hissing, he grasped her hand and pressed his cock into her hand further. “Again.”
“I love you,” she reaffirmed, popping the button and unzipping his black jeans.
His cock, now warm from her blood, lay hard and smooth in her hand as she moved her fingers from base to tip in a teasing manner. She pressed her thumb lightly on the slit and was rewarded with a slight ooze of precum, swirling it around the head as she listened to his harsh pants, watching him watch her. She stroked him leisurely for a moment, but found she really wanted a taste of him like he’d had of her, bringing her thumb to her lips to coat them with his fluid, her tongue licking them clean.
Spike’s eyes dilated at the erotic sight of her lips glistening with his precum, nearly spilling himself in her hand at the thought of her mouth on him… which apparently filtered through to her from the bond as a mischievous glint took up residence in her expression.
She knelt down, her back against the island and her face eye level with Spike’s bobbing cock, bringing her hands to the back of his muscular thighs and running them up to clasp his ass. Kneading his backside, she started circling her tongue around his glans, rimming it until she dipped into his wet slit.
He couldn’t hold back his feral growl of pleasure as she licked the length of his cock in slow, deliberate swipes, fisting his hands in her blonde silky hair and pumping his hips against her face. When his gaze caught her rapidly changing eyes as she moved her lips over his head, desire nearly drove him to his knees.
Her rumbled purring set up a vibration in his lower half that had him crossing his eyes with the need to spill himself right then and there, but she stopped to push his jeans further down his legs to gain better access. She then used one hand to fondle his balls while the other worked in tandem with her mouth, sliding down as far as her throat would let her and squeezing on the way up.
His fists clenched her hair tighter as he began to thrust in earnest, her mouth taking his hot length, watching his cock move in and out through her soft lips with increasing speed. He was so transfixed by her eyes and lips that he only became aware of fingers just moments before they slipped into his ass to massage his prostate, her purring hum sending him over the edge.
The storm of his climax hit him hard enough that he couldn’t hold back his bellow of completion. It felt like the room was tilting as he jetted his seed into Buffy’s waiting mouth, her tongue extending the sensations of his orgasm, her fingers ensuring he was milked for every last drop.
The light in the kitchen flipped on as Tara stood in shock, blocking the doorway to the living room. The others had heard Spike’s yell, but only she was brave enough to find out the cause. “Uh…”
“Oh, bloody fuck!” Spike snarled as he slipped from Buffy’s mouth with a soft, wet plop.
“I-I-I can come back-”
He glared at the timid witch and dared her to move from her position. “Stay. You’re the only one of that bleedin’ lot that I trust not to blather about this.”
Buffy peeked her head over the counter to see Tara blushing bright red as she shut off the light again, giving them the privacy to redress in the dark. “Thanks, Tara,” she whispered.
“No use being all secretive and what not, pet. Think they’ve sussed out what we’re doin’ in here… and while it could be called cookin’, I don’t fancy them havin’ a taste.”
She nodded, trying to find some semblance of a button left for her shirt, but giving up when she found none. “Guess I’ll just tie this as best I can.”
Seeing Tara still waiting by the door, Spike told her gently, “Give us a minute, luv.” She inclined her head and retreated to the group.
He turned his eyes back to his love and watched her try to pull her shirt together in a vain attempt to keep her looking decent. He became worried, though, when her frustrated feelings filled him.
“What’s wrong, kitten?” he asked, stilling her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
He stiffened briefly fearing rejection, but nothing dire emanated from her. “For what? That?” He gave a sweep of his hand to indicate what they’d just done.
She lifted her eyes in panic. “No! Not that. That was… was mind blowing. That was… well, no words to describe how awesome your tongue and, er, fangs are. No, I’m sorry that I never told you… until just a few minutes ago… that I loved you.”
“Nothing to forgive, love.”
Her eyes widened as she frowned. “How’d you do that?” She’d heard the words, but his lips never moved.
Smiling wickedly and tucking his tongue behind his teeth, he said, “Listen again, but just feel your answer this time.”
“Can you hear me in that pretty little noggin’ of yours?”
She gripped his arms to keep from falling. “Oh my god! How are we doing this?”
“Have your blood flowin’ here.” He touched his chest in the area where his dead heart lie.
Her expression was priceless to Spike. “Oh this is so cool! Does it always work this way? I mean, yeah it’s great you can hear me and all, but there are some things I’d rather keep private… like when I go to the bathroom, and when-”
“We’ll suss it out at some point, love.” He shushed her with a finger over her mouth, interrupting her contemplations or he’d be listening to a string of aimless thoughts. “Right now, I want you to do one thing for me, yeah?”
“Anything,” she hummed in a sinful way.
He pulled her tight into his body and kissed her thoroughly, making her lips raw and red, leaning his forehead on hers as she gasped for air. “Make ‘em leave. We need to complete the claim and I want you very badly.”
She nodded mutely and walked with him, hand in hand, towards the living room thinking of ways to quickly get rid of the Scoobies.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Profound thanks to Mari and Tina, my bitchin' babes of beta! hehehhe - Mari, I hope your carino gets better, I know she's under the weather and it's no fun.
So here is the smut Tina wanted so badly! Spuffy Loving ahead!
I won't be updating for at least two weeks from now, sorry, but work is gonna kill me this week and then IBE is here and hey - it's party time! YAY!
So here is the smut Tina wanted so badly! Spuffy Loving ahead!
I won't be updating for at least two weeks from now, sorry, but work is gonna kill me this week and then IBE is here and hey - it's party time! YAY!
Chapter End Notes:
Giles, Scoobies, and claims - OH MY! Then... get ready to RUMBLE! Smack down, Watcher Mania style!