Spike grinned and planted a kiss on her lips, causing her to moan and whisper, “We can always make love in the rain.”
Spike growled at the idea. He swiftly picked her up and spun her around. The vampire kneeled down near the woods and laid the two, fuzzy, creatures under the jacket to protect them. Once their pets were safe, she wrapped her arms around her mate’s neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
He eagerly returned the kiss, only breaking away to breathe out, “Open the claim, baby. I want us to feel all of our emotions as we make love.“
When the claim was opened fully, Buffy gasped at the overwhelming feeling of his arousal. It hit her system with such a powerful shock; it was like she had jumped into a frozen lake.
Spike gently massaged her breast and she moaned, not only from the pleasure, but because she could feel his excitement and pleasure, as well. He groaned at the intenseness of their mixed pleasure.
He lowered his head to a peaked nipple and tightly closed his mouth around it. Buffy ran her fingers through is hair as he sucked on the bud, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Spike knew that with the heightened pleasure they were sharing, the lovemaking wouldn’t last long. He couldn’t find himself to care. It was much too powerful to stop. Releasing the nipple with a sloppy ‘pop’, he moved to the other while cupping the other breast.
The Slayer hoped to last long enough for her lover to enter her. The sensation was so great that she doubted she’d be able to. Spike pulled her shirt off and unwrapped her skirt. After he removed himself of his clothes, he brought a hand to her junction and slipped a finger inside. They could both feel his erection quicker in response to her wetness and desire.
The air was pregnant with her arousal, and Buffy smelled it just as well as he could. She was amazed at just how sensitive his nose was. When he began to rub her clit, she could barely contain her orgasm. She was on sensory overload. Spike had barely done anything to her and she was almost to the edge of a strong orgasm.
Each of her nipples were licked and then released so the cold air could blow against them. His cock was over her heat and she arched her neck and hips, silently inviting him to enter. Spike wasted no time, thrusting hard into her, immediately gaining a steady and fast rhythm. Buffy groaned and ran her nails down his neck, shuddering at the feeling of mixed pain and pleasure he got from that.
Everything she did from sucking on his earlobe, to sucking on his neck, drove them both wild. It matched the pleasure she felt when he brushed against her pleasure spot and clit, and teased her breasts. Buffy was panting and moaning out his name over and over again as he sucked on her claim mark. She was thrown over the edge as he sucked on his claim mark.
He bit into the mark and took deep pulls of her blood.
“Mine, Buffy.”
“Yours”
“Bite me again. Make the claim stronger,” he hoarsely whispered. Buffy nodded and bit down hard on his neck, drawing blood.
“Mine, Spike.”
“Yours.”
Suddenly, he slammed into her and caused her to scream out another orgasm. Spike followed behind her. Together they were spiraling out of control, not knowing where one began and the other ended. They felt as though they were one person lost in the thralls of ecstasy.
After a moment filled with heavy panting from both, Buffy spoke. “Wow”
Spike chuckled, and then said, “Wow indeed.”
She grinned as she ran her hand down his ribs. “I could get used to that.”
Spike laughed. “Like we need anymore desire and pleasure in our relationship.”
Buffy giggled. “Too true.”
Spike grinned as he ran his hand through her wet hair and sighed, “We should get into something warmer and drier before you catch a cold.”
Buffy put her hands on her hips. “What about you, mister?”
“I don’t get sick, get used to it!” He smirked at her and then offered a hand to help her up after standing himself. He lifted the, snuggling, pets into his hands and covered Buffy with the duster, placing them into her hands to keep them dry. She moved them under the duster and took his other hand, and together they walked back to the fortress.
Buffy sat next to Spike in the garden, admiring the flowers and the rain. Her head rested on her knees as she thought about how things were going to have to change when they went home. She was going to have to be brave and stand up to her friends.
She whispered to Spike, “How long do you think we’ve been gone?”
“At least a few days, I reckon, but perhaps no time at all. Dimensions are tricky business. Anya was telling me how she could visit 3 of them in a minute of time and miss nothing.”
“Do you think anyone will realize things have changed without us saying anything?”
“I don’t know.”
Buffy frowned, rocking herself slightly as Spike whispered, “Buffy, it will be ok. You accepted their relationships, I’m sure they will accept yours.”
Buffy looked towards Spike and whispered, “I miss my mom. She liked you and would have been happy to see us two together. She never did like Angel.”
Spike nodded. “Sometimes I miss my mum too. Your mum reminded me of her a lot so I enjoyed spending time with her. She always understood and had a cuppa there for me. She never treated me like I was a vampire but instead a man. You have a lot of her in you. Sure you got mixed up by the Watchers, telling you to slay, slay, slay everything in sight, but you have that big heart in you just waiting to be seen.”
Buffy smiled at Spike as she brought a hand up to cup his cheek. “That’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I’ve always wanted to be like my mom but everyone always told me I was so different. I was stronger, or braver, or more stubborn. I’ve even been told I’m more violent.”
“Well the last one I wouldn’t disagree with luv,” he chuckled.
Buffy gave a mock glare in his direction and used her hand to play slap him in the knee that he had up near his chest. Buffy snuggled further into the duster that Spike pulled around Buffy to protect her, new, dry outfit from getting wet.
“At least that duster comes in handy for more than my sunlight issues.”
“Does it bother you a lot?”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m completely different now that I’m a vampire. I wouldn’t have met you or been able to live this long or fight demons or vampires. I wouldn’t have become so strong but a part of me longs to be normal. I’d give anything to be able to give you a normal life.”
Buffy looked at him, her eyes wide in surprise. “Including leave me?”
Spike shook his head. “No, that’s just ridiculous. That’s the poof’s way of handling things. Let’s control whom Buffy can be with by leaving her alone and punishing her for loving a vampire. Let’s ruin her for any future vampires by breaking her heart and shattering it into a million pieces because I am not strong enough to fight against the evil monster inside of me….” He paused looking at Buffy, seeing her mind in thought as he said, “Sorry, but no I won’t leave just so you can pretend to have a normal life. You wouldn’t be happy with a normal life. You need a strong man who is your equal to be by your side and if that man happens to have a monster in him, you deal with it. Some people, even normal ones, are attracted to bad men who love the girl so much they turn good. It’s a big turn on.”
Buffy giggled. “Yea that’s me. Big, dark mysterious strangers who have more history than my entire family put together really rock my world.”
Spike laughed loudly, “At least I fit the bill.” He turned towards Buffy with a smirk and wagged his eyebrows.
“That you do.”
Spike noticed her shivering, and then asked with concern, “Want to head inside? You’re cold.”
Buffy nodded and stood. Spike fell into step beside her as they walked inside.
Behind the tree, in the shadows, a mist had been listening and watching over the couple. It smiled before disappearing as Spike and Buffy disappeared from sight as well.
Buffy looked out the window dressed in her nightgown for the night and pried open the claim, looking for nervousness.
She found a little and Spike frowned at her. “Why do you have to do that? Why can’t you look for love or happiness or completeness?”
Buffy shrugged. “I already know you feel those things. I just wasn’t sure if you were nervous, but you’re nervous in a different way than I expected.”
Spike felt Buffy’s nervousness flow over him and it was of being alone, of Spike dying, of him leaving or something bad happening that she couldn’t control. She felt out of control and scared. He wrapped his arms around her as she felt his nervousness of being killed, of failing Buffy and Dawn and of losing Buffy.
“Hold me…for a little while. I need to feel your arms around me,” she breathed.
Spike stripped his pants and climbed into the bed, opening his arms in invitation. She smiled at him as she crawled into the bed and leaned her head against his arm and they just let their minds speak. They looked into each other's eyes for comfort.
She felt him ease her fears and he felt more confident.
Together they could conquer the world and they both knew it. Once they felt relaxed, Buffy closed her eyes and curled up at his side, resting her head on his arm. She fell asleep in a matter of minutes. Spike ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head. After a few minutes, he fell asleep. Both needed their rest to be ready for tomorrow.