Epilogue
Buffy groaned as she felt herself rising from the depths of slumber. She reached out, but only felt the rumpled sheet beneath her fingers. She opened her eyes, still blurry from sleep. Buffy felt groggy from the long sleep, and she sat up in bed, bunching the sheets around her. She ran a hand through her messy hair and stared over at the empty spot on the bed beside her. It took her brain a few minutes to catch up; Buffy slowly scanned the room. She was alone.
“Afternoon, kitten.”
Buffy glanced over to the darkened corner of the room where Spike now stood. She smiled as she took him in. His skin glowed golden in the soft lamplight of the room. He was shirtless and barefoot, only his black jeans covering him.
“Where were you?” Buffy asked, leaning back against the headboard.
“Went upstairs for a smoke, didn’t want to disturb you,” Spike answered, walking over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress beside her.
He leaned forward and dropped a gentle kiss on her lips. Buffy stroked his cheek with one hand, her thumb running along one sharp cheekbone. He pulled away slowly and smiled at her, moving her hair out of her face.
“I missed you,” Buffy said. “Come back to bed?”
He nodded and kissed her again, leaning over her. She ran her hands down his back feeling the muscles rippling beneath his skin. He stood up, never breaking the kiss and raised a leg over her until he was straddling her. They deepened the kiss, bringing their tongues into play. Slowly, Spike moved lower, kissing her collarbone. Buffy leaned her head back, enjoying his attentions. She ran her hands across his shoulders, pulled his head back to kiss him again then lowered her mouth to the now faint scar on his right arm, a reminder of what happened that night. She kissed along the pale white line tenderly, her fingers following, tracing the outline. Spike closed his eyes and sighed, loving her tenderness.
“My brave, crazy champion,” Buffy said looking back up at him.
“Champion’s goin’ a little far isn’ it?” Spike asked, unable to hide his pleasure at her loving words.
Buffy shook her head, leaning forward to kiss him softly on the lips again and hugging him.
“You risked your life to save Giles, someone who didn‘t particularly like you and someone you never cared about. And you did it without thinking. Sounds like a champion to me. I almost lost you.”
“Never. Could never leave you, pet. Takes more than a lost limb to do me in. Not gonna pretend I’m not happy they could fix it though.”
Buffy studied the scar again. It was still all so vivid in her mind. They’d rushed to the hospital, Buffy struggling to stem the blood flow. Luckily, in Sunnydale the doctors were more than used to the unusual and unexplained, people arriving looking as though they‘d been in a war zone. It wasn’t just humans who needed help now and again. They got some funny looks at first when they demanded that the doctors reattach Spike’s arm when the man was, well, dead, as far as the staff could see, but one murderous glare from the Slayer and they complied. The others all had their injuries tended as well. The Slayer’s mind was elsewhere as she was looked over and patched up. An operation and a blood transfusion later, Buffy was left alone in Spike’s room. He had no vital signs to check, but he wasn’t dust, so he was alive. Weakened as she was from the fight, Buffy wasn’t going to lose him and taking full advantage of the privacy they’d been given, cut her wrist and allowed her blood to pour down Spike’s throat, speeding up the healing process. His demon emerged after the first drops of her blood entered his system, and he took a few instinctive pulls from her wrist before slipping into unconsciousness again.
It was a long, slow healing process for the vampire. Buffy rarely left his side, and he received many visitors from the Scooby gang, including Xander. As soon as he was well enough, Buffy took him home to Revello Drive where her most difficult job was finding a way to stop her family from being over-caring in nursing him back to health. He did need rest after all, which he wouldn’t get with one of the three Summers women popping in every few minutes to see if he needed anything. When he regained feeling in his arm and was healthy enough to be up and about, he’d insisted on returning to his crypt, not wanting to feel like some helpless invalid which Joyce and Buffy had both argued was ridiculous, but his mind was made up. Now, Buffy spent most of her time with Spike, enjoying all the time they’d been missing out on as a couple. While his arm was still a little numb, it wouldn’t be long before it would seem as though nothing ever happened, but everyone present that day would remember, Giles most of all.
“You know, I’m not sure I’m ever going to get used to Giles being nice to you,” Buffy said, easing down lower in the bed, so her head was resting on the pillow.
Spike slid a little further down, hovering over her, teasing kisses along her bare skin peeking above the sheet.
“You? What about me? Think I ever expected to have the Watcher offering to do blood-runs for me or pay for them? It’s like I’ve slipped into the twilight zone.”
Buffy moaned as he pulled the sheet down, revealing her breasts, and covered one rosy nipple with his mouth, twirling his tongue around it while his other hand came up to tease the other soft bud into a hardened peak. She gasped and arched up against him, cupping the back of his head with one hand and sliding the other down to the waistband of his jeans, where she wasted no time in undoing the button and slipping her hand inside, smiling at his groan when she enveloped his hard shaft and began stroking, up and down, in a rhythm he liked.
“You’ve shown him how selfless you can be. I guess he feels bad for how he treated you before. He has to make it up to you somehow. Speaking of, he’s probably going to bring some blood by the house for you later.” Buffy gasped again when he abandoned her breasts with his mouth to move further down, removing the sheet and leaving open-mouthed kisses down her stomach.
She ran her hands back up his back and gripped his arms as he caressed her sides gently. Spike sat up to pull the sheet away from her completely and slide his jeans off before lifting her legs up to kiss both her ankles. He placed them either side of his shoulders and began to lower himself down, kissing and licking his way up her thighs. Buffy let out a moan and clutched the pillow behind her head, biting her lip in anticipation. He paused above her mound, nuzzling the neatly trimmed curls there as he stroked her thighs softly.
“Your house?” he asked, smirking at her annoyed groan.
“Yes my house. We’re having dinner there tonight. Remember? You, me, Mom, Dawn, the Scoobies? Don’t even pretend you forgot.” Buffy knew how pleased Spike was to be included in their little gatherings and was always happy when Joyce invited him to dinner.
“Momentarily distracted, luv. I remember now,” he murmured, smirking.
“Spike,” she moaned impatiently, and he chuckled.
She thrust her hips upwards in an obvious signal, and he relented, giving her a swift, thorough lick up her folds. She sighed happily, and he went to work, laving her slit with long slow licks until she was panting. He slipped his tongue into her, and she started thrusting up into his face. He increased his rhythm, bringing a hand up to pinch her sensitive clit. She started moaning and increased the speed of her thrusts. He pinned her stomach down with one hand, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers and sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She began writhing under him, her pants and moans increasing. He growled against her, and she came undone. He continued his ministrations while she rode out her orgasm with a cry, her hands bunching the sheet beneath her and her back arching.
She lay there trembling, staring up at the ceiling while he crawled up her body and started kissing her neck gently, moving up to that special spot behind her ear and sucking on the skin then nipping with his teeth. She kissed his shoulder and moved down his collarbone. She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist and sighed when his cock slid against her wet, heated flesh.
“Now, Spike. I want you inside me.”
He turned his head and engaged her in a passionate kiss, slowly grinding against her and groaning into her mouth. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed in. He broke the kiss, craning his head back as he became accustomed to being enveloped in her heat. Buffy reached up and nipped at his throat, and a tremble ran through him. He started thrusting at a steady pace, lowering his head back down to hers, so they were looking into each other’s eyes. He couldn’t hold back for long and neither could she. Soon the pace of their thrusts sped up so he was pounding into her, and she was meeting every twist of his hips with her own. His pelvis was rubbing against her clit, and she started chanting his name each time he drove into her. Soon, she was squeezing him with her inner muscles, and he grunted at the overwhelming pleasure.
“Buffy. Oh, Buffy, my sweet golden goddess. Come for me, pet. Wanna feel you around me, kitten.”
She dragged her nails down his back, arching up against him. He was holding her tightly in his arms, whispering praise to her, kissing her jaw and her neck. Spike felt her inner walls start to flutter around him and deepened his thrusts.
“SPIKE! I LOVE YOU!” Buffy cried as she came, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.
Spike followed her over into bliss almost instantly, shouting her name, his muscles flexing as his body went rigid above her. When he was spent he collapsed down on top of her, his head cradled on her shoulder. She stroked his hair gently, trying to get her breath back, loving the feel of him on top of her. A moment later he rolled over onto his side of the bed, one arm wrapped around her, bringing her with him so she was curled up against his chest. They lay there for a while, perfectly relaxed and contented.
“I suppose we have to be at your place early to help then?” Spike asked, breaking the silence.
“Mmm, I’ll have to help Mom with the food. But we have hours yet before we have to go,” Buffy said, trailing a hand up and down his chest.
“Yeah? And what are we gonna do while we wait then, pet?” he asked, teasingly, turning to kiss her.
Buffy avoided him, slipping down the bed and leaning over him, licking along his abdomen and tracing his muscles. She ran both hands up his chest and back down, repeating the movement, pleased to see him hardening once more, all the while kissing lower and lower, until she looked up at him with a coy smile.
“Well, I did have one idea.”
Spike’s voice cracked as he opened his mouth to speak, and Buffy grinned. He cleared his throat and tried again.
“Uh huh. And just what idea might be tumblin’ through your noggin then?”
“It’s probably best I show you,” Buffy answered, and before he had time to say another word, she’d enveloped him in her mouth.
“Oh fuck. Buffy, ah.”
Buffy pressed her tongue against the underside of his cock as she began bobbing her head up and down, stopping to twirl her tongue around the head every time she came up. She reached down and massaged his balls with one hand, stroking the base of his shaft with the other, matching the rhythm of her mouth. She tasted his pre-cum and lapped it up with her tongue before taking as much of him back into her mouth as she could.
“Buffy, luv, I’m not—oh shit, fuck—not gonna last, kitten.”
Buffy wasn’t pulling away. If anything she was even more determined and eager. Spike had one hand gripping the headboard and the other in her hair, watching as she took him in her mouth. Her long golden locks were brushing against his thighs and hips, creating a tickling sensation, and the way she was sucking on him had his hips jerking up to meet her mouth uncontrollably. He couldn’t last. He came with a roar and she swallowed his spendings eagerly. When he recovered from the aftershocks of his pleasure, Buffy was licking gently at his cock and balls, gathering anything she missed when he came. He used the hand still tangled in her hair to urge her up his body, so she was straddling him.
“Gotta say, Buffy. I love your ideas.”
“I should hope so,” she said, grinning. “So does this mean you wanna keep playing this game until we have to leave?”
He jerked his hips upwards and smirked at her pleasantly surprised reaction to his swiftly hardening cock.
“What do you think?” he asked, curling his tongue up behind his teeth.
“Hmm, I reckon you’re up for it, luv,” she answered, and he laughed.
***
“How come Bleach Boy doesn’t have to help?” Xander asked, as he moved around the table putting the placemats Buffy had shoved in his hands into their proper places.
“Not fully rehabilitated yet, mate,” Spike answered from his place leaning against the dining room wall, smirking at the young man’s irritation.
“Oh sure. So I imagined you swinging Buffy around the living room earlier?”
“Obviously,” Spike said, his smirk getting bigger.
Buffy gave him a look as if to say quit messing with Xander, when she passed by him on her way back to the kitchen, but it only made him grin more. They were all getting along much better now, and the usual name calling and snark between the men had settled more into friendly ribbing and banter. Joyce and Buffy had taken control of the cooking and shooed everyone else out of the room. Now, Buffy was setting the table and had forced Xander into helping. Dawn was watching T.V. with Tara and Willow in the living room, where most of the furniture had been replaced after the fire, either thanks to Xander’s carpentry, or the insurance. They’d all put effort into cleaning up and helping repair the damage done to make the room live-able again. Giles listened to Xander moan and complain about manual labor before deciding to volunteer his own help, if only to shut the younger man up. Joyce started to carry out serving dishes for what was sure to be another large meal that wouldn’t go to waste on the ravenous group.
On another of her trips between the dining room and the kitchen, Spike grabbed Buffy and pulled her up against him, making her squeal.
“Spike, let me go, I have to help Mom or people are gonna go hungry.”
“Not a problem. I’ve got you to eat, pet. You’re more than satisfying.” He purred into her neck, and she swatted at him playfully.
“Spike, other people need to eat.” She dropped her voice so only he could hear her. “Or would you prefer to share me?”
He growled possessively, and she giggled, disengaging herself from his arms with difficulty.
“Then let me go get the plates.”
He pouted when she released herself, and she rolled her eyes. The phone started ringing.
“Dinner, guys!” Buffy called in to the others, before skipping away when Spike tried to grab her again. “No. Bad vampire. You want something to do you can answer the phone then come eat.”
He pretended to scowl, but she ignored him, disappearing into the kitchen as the others came and sat down at the table. He sighed and went to answer the phone, picking up the receiver and cutting off the shrill tone echoing through the house.
“Hello, Summers residence, shelter for abandoned outcasts, how may I help you?” Spike said, quirking an eyebrow at Dawn’s amused glance and Joyce’s eye roll as they walked by him.
“Hello?” a male voice asked. There was an unsteady pause on the other end of the line. “Is Buffy there?”
“Sexy, spunky, goddess, and homemaker extraordinaire? She’s a little tied up at the moment, feeding the outcasts. I would say call back later, but she’ll probably be tied up then too.” He leered at Buffy when she walked by him again.
Buffy scowled at him before re-entering the kitchen for whatever dish they’d left behind while the others started to tuck in. They pretended to ignore what he’d said about Buffy being tied up, although Dawn bit her lip, and Xander was noticeably avoiding looking at the vamp. Spike waited. Whoever was on the other end of the line appeared to have vanished. Spike was just about to hang up when he heard movement on the other end at last and brought the receiver back to his ear.
“Spike?” the voice asked, a voice that was suddenly sounding very familiar.
Spike stood up a little straighter.
“Peaches?”
There was a loud crash, and Spike glanced up in time to see a startled, wide-eyed Buffy staring at him, a broken bowl on the floor at her feet. He had everyone’s attention now. Buffy mouthed “Angel?” at him. Spike shrugged.
“What are you doing in Buffy’s house? And answering her phone? What’s going on?” the now un-mistakable, and increasingly irate voice of his grandsire echoed down the line.
Spike looked up and nodded at Buffy. She blinked, then sighed, bending to pick up the larger pieces of the broken bowl, and heading off to clean up the mess. Spike knew she wouldn’t have wanted Angel to find out like this, but he was no longer insecure about how she felt about him, so it didn’t bother him the way it might have before. He knew whom she loved, and to be honest, he loved this. Of course, she wouldn’t be pleased about him gloating to Angel, but he was still mildly evil, or at least he had to try to be for appearances sake.
“Me? I was invited. Actually I’ve never been uninvited, but we’re about to have dinner, so you’re kind of interrupting. Oh and we’ve done the whole imminent apocalypse thing this year already, so if you’re calling because of that you may want to find a way to handle it yourself. Unless of course, you really can’t, in which case I guess we’ll have to bale you out, but again, pretty busy right now.”
“Spike, whatever you’re doing there…Stay away from them, you hear me, or—”
Spike laughed, cutting off the giant forehead’s tirade.
“Yeah, sure, okay. I’ll be sure to get right on that. Look, food’s gettin’ cold mate, gotta go, not to mention I have a Slayer to shag senseless afterwards. Try again tomorrow…or never. Never works for me.”
“Spike—”
“Ta, Peaches.” Spike hung up the phone then left it off the hook, knowing full well the brooding wanker would only call back the second he got over the shock of Spike being in Buffy’s house.
He sat down at the table and noticed everyone staring at him.
“What?”
Buffy took her place next to him and glared at him, narrowing her eyes.
“Evil,” She said.
“Well, yeah. He started it.”
She gave him an incredulous look.
“What? He did. Over a hundred years ago, but still, it was him started this whole thing makin’ out he was better than me. An’ it’s only gotten worse since the soul.”
Buffy turned and started filling her plate, passing the food around clockwise.
“You realize he’s gonna come racing down here now, thinking you’re plotting some evil scheme to murder everyone and bag your third Slayer, don’t you? And you didn’t even find out what he was calling for. What if there is an apocalypse and he needs our help?” Buffy argued, fiddling with her napkin before picking up her fork.
“Right, didn’t think that through, but hey, if the world’s in danger he won’t have time to come down here, and if it’s not and he does, you can break the news to him all nice and gentle-like in person.”
“Oh right, because that phone conversation won’t have obliterated any chance of that,” Buffy said rolling her eyes and shoving a forkful of food into her mouth, unable to prevent a moan at the delicious taste of her Mom’s home cooked, lovingly prepared meal. “Wow, Mom, you outdid yourself this time. Mmm, that may be the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
Spike lowered his fork and turned to give her a pointed look, raised scarred eyebrow and smirk firmly in place. Buffy paused mid chew realizing everyone was staring at her, either amused or horrified. She felt her cheeks flush when she caught Spike’s eye.
“You sure about that, pet?” he asked with a leer, and Buffy almost choked on her food, reaching for her glass of water to try and wash it down.
“May I remind you you’re sitting at the dinner table, surrounded by guests. I hardly think this is the place for—” Giles interrupted.
Buffy was bright red now, she was sure of it. The last thing she needed was for her mentor to lecture her about innuendo at the dinner table, and she was desperate to get the attention off of her.
“Giles? You, my Mom, band candy, police car, ring any bells?” she said, having recovered enough to speak.
It was Joyce and Giles’ turn to go bright red, while the Scoobies lowered their eyes to their dinner plates, preferring to forget the traumatizing knowledge of what had happened with the “band candy incident.” Spike frowned around at the group, wondering at the elder members of the Scooby gang’s reactions.
“What’s all this then?”
“You don’t wanna know,” Dawn broke in quickly, shaking her head.
“Yes, really, there’s nothing to discuss. Erm, shall we continue with the meal?” Giles said flustered, missing the way Buffy leaned over to whisper in Spike’s ear.
Spike’s eyes widened, and he stared at Buffy who nodded and gave an added shudder for emphasis. He turned back to the adults seated across from him with a big grin on his face.
“Go Joyce! Didn’t know you had it in you, though I should have suspected. Like mother like daughter eh?” He ignored Buffy hitting his arm—hard, instead enjoying the mortified looks of the woman and man opposite him. “Go Watcher for that matter. Guess you aren’t as uptight as I figured you were, and to bag yourself a lady like Joyce…”
“Can we please change the topic of conversation or just not talk? Because I’m about to lose my appetite and that’s saying something,” Xander spoke up, refusing to raise his gaze from his plate.
Spike grinned and began to tuck into his food, the slightly uncomfortable atmosphere in the room not bothering him in the least. Buffy caught her mother’s glare.
“What?” she whispered. “Everyone else knew. Not like I could keep him out of the loop, it wouldn’t be fair.”
Joyce shook her head and turned her attention to her food. Buffy did the same, smiling when she felt Spike’s arm slip across her shoulders, pulling her closer to him as they ate. One thing was for sure. With Spike around, things certainly weren’t going to be boring.
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Final chapter. This is it. The end of our tale. There is smut, there is fluff, and there is humour. I hope you all enjoy it. A big thank you to everyone who has supported this story and continued reading right to the end. You've given me great confidence as a writer. A huge thank you to my betas, particularly Sanityfair for all her hard work, and a thank you to capella for making me a lovely banner which I would have posted here if I knew how, lol.
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So that's that. I hope you all enjoyed it and thank you for fuelling my muse. I can finally put this story to rest. My first fic is now complete! Such a good feeling.