Buffy couldn’t take her eyes off her reflection. Her skin glowed, at least those areas not covered by the simple white silk sheath her mother had almost forced her into wearing. She had to admit it was a gorgeous dress, strapless and pure white, it cinched in just under her breasts and barely skimmed the rest of her body down to her ankles. The matching heels she wore made her feel all grown up, but the veil twisted in her sleekly styled-up hair gave her the look of a dreamy fairytale come to life.
The fantasy took her breath away.
One look and she made her discovery. Weddings made all women beautiful, whether it was from love or survival. There was a magic that hung around a wedding around a bride that turned the emotionally strongest people into the weepiest guests. She’d made her mother and friends cry, which was kinda expected…being girls and a wedding. But the big, fat splashes that slid down Giles’s cheeks was just a little too much.
“You do remember who the groom is, right? And why I’m doing this.”
Joyce nodded her head before coming forward and fixing the veil in place, making sure it obscured Buffy’s stark view of reality. She now hid behind a wall of romance, a curtain of mystery as she prepared herself to be joined to a Master vampire. God, her world was bizarre.
“Of course we do, Buffy. But it isn’t everyday my little girl is going to walk down the aisle.”
“And we won’t be today either, mom. This is a registry office, and I’m marrying a vampire so his loyal followers don’t slash me to pieces.”
The smile never wavered from Joyce’s face.
“He’ll take care of you, honey. I know he will.”
Something in the inflection of her mothers voice warned Buffy to keep quiet, to not delve too far into dilemmas where she really didn’t want answers. But it grated. How did Spike get this motherly stamp of approval, this acceptance? Buffy had actually loved Angel and her mom had hated him? He’d had a soul.
‘But he never looked after you’, said something traitorous in her heart. And like the butterflies that fluttered and jerked around in her stomach the ones that told her she wasn’t that averse to this wedding she ignored it and clung to the fantasy that this was Angel she was joining her life to. Not a peroxided enemy who had tried to steal her from life a number of failed times.
“As beautiful as you look, Buffy, you have to remember the bigger picture here. Spike has the influence of a very large population of demons that, with the right amount of organisation, could well mean the end to all of us. Really, you should do, ah, e-everything needed to insure your protection.” Giles found it impossible to look Buffy in the eye as he almost told her outright to take advantage of any possible strengths Spike might offer her.
“Are you suggesting something other than just this sham of a marriage?” Buffy’s voice was quiet, images of teeth at her throat and her body pulsing with pleasure flashing with great speed through her synapses.
“Er, it might not do you any harm if you…perhaps…encourage Spike to look on you as a beloved.”
Buffy felt her eyelids stretch to capacity and her eyeballs hurt.
“What are you saying?” she hissed. “What do you mean beloved?”
“Spike has a soft spot for you, Buffy,” her mother barged into the discussion. “I don’t think you will have to encourage him to think of you as beloved at all. I think he already does.”
All this, and with a smile on her face. Buffy stared at her mother in bewildered shock.
“And you’re completely fine with a bloodsucking demon feeling all mushy about your daughter?” Buffy was feeling all hopped up on repressed aggression and just couldn’t wait for the wedding night where she could beat Spike to a bloody pulp all in the privacy of the dumb complementary bridal suite package the demon posse had given to the happy couple as a wedding gift.
Joyce watched the play of emotion on her daughter’s face, herself torn at revealing the possibility of Spike’s real affection.
“Buffy, more than once you and Mr. Giles remind me that you are the Slayer, and that that brings with it a rather shortened life expectancy. Can you blame me for being happy that you are about to be aligned with someone, evil or not, who might be more successful at protecting my babyand keeping her alive than if you were left to yourself?”
Buffy gulped, suddenly seeing the wisdom behind the event.
“But,” she stumbled, grateful that Willow and Anya had left the room to wait outside for them. “But Giles is telling me to let Spike do the bitey claimy thing.”
“I am not,” he huffed back a little louder than necessary. He whipped off his glasses, retrieved a hanky from his trouser pocket and began to polish. “I only meant to suggest that you get Spike to think of you fondly. That way he might be encouraged to protect you against evil. Like your mother has just suggested, this kind of alliance might improve your chances of survival.”
“And what about the little fact that he hates me?” Buffy was feeling a little disappointed that Giles wasn’t suggesting the bitey claimy thing. Because, she was kind of beginning to feel some form of a call for that, some kind of deep desire to have Spike tear into her skin and drink from her, making her his.
She shook the lustful haze that had attempted to shift her focus and took in the confused look her mother sent her way.
“Honey, I don’t think Spike has ever really hated you.” Joyce was recalling the times she had met with the vampire, and on only one of those occasions had he been violent. The time she had hit him over the head with the blunt end of an axe.
“I think he has been a bit of a slave to who he is, but I don’t think he ever actively hated you.” Joyce smiled at her daughter, a hidden suspicion about the real feelings floating secretly between the two warriors giving her confidence in her claims.
A light knock sounded at the door and Buffy felt her heartbeat begin to race as Willow peaked around to check out the bride. She grinned at Buffy, but then faltered at the insecure and scared look on her friend’s face.
“Buffy? Are you okay?”
“I’m about to tie myself to my mortal enemy, Wills. Should I be happy.” Buffy felt a wave of hysteria take her over and she took several steps back away from the door.
“Close the door,” she suddenly shouted, making everyone in the room jump. Frantically she turned to her mother, grabbing her hands and squeezing hard in mounting desperation.
“I can’t go through with this, mom. Please don’t make me do this.”
The older woman wavered, about to tell Buffy that it was fine, she didn’t have to do anything she didn’t want to when Xander came barrelling through the door, followed very closely by Anya. So close in fact, that she was almost plastered to the boy’s back.
“Buffster, need a bit of a show out here…many, many natives are getting kinda restless.”
Alarmed green flashing eyes fell on her only male friend and she gasped.
“You mean they came? I didn’t think they would actually come.” Visibly regaining her mental strength and resolve, Buffy lifted the little hem of her dress and stepped in her heels over to the door. She took her bouquet from Anya, the girl beaming brightly at her, and headed for the door.
“Xander, being that you will partake of the wedding ritual of eating cake, you will protect that sucker with your life. Any demon goes near the cake? Bloodshed. Harsh, no holds barred bloodshed. Got me?”
“Gotcha! No cake for the demons. That goes for Spike too, right?”
“Oh yeah. Spike gets nothing.”
And with final orders disseminated, she swept out the door.
Spike could do nothing but stare. Whoever picked out that dress should be arrested. ‘If ever my heart was gonna be kickstarted’, he thought, ‘it would be right about now!’
Buffy seemed to float toward him till she stopped at his side, all fresh and shiny in white and just plain lovely stunningthough the expression on her face was mostly concealed behind the shelter of her veil. He could feel her eyes burn him and knew that she saw something in him that he hoped was a bit surprising.
Joyce had made him take time with his presentation, and as much of a fool as he felt in the formal gear, he couldn’t help the little tingle of pleasure he felt at the thought that it was all for her. For Buffy. Who was about to be his wife, in some very strange twist of fate.
If he didn’t know better, he might have suspected some evil tampering. With the red-headed witch fully accounted for, the only other suspect he thought might get a laugh out of these proceedings was Dru. The thought died immediately, however, as he couldn’t wrap his head around her doing something so selfless. Even if she did think Buffy was all around him.
The Judge stood before them, surveying first the small group of guestsand wondering about the couple of odd looking people standing at the back entrance before turning to the couple waiting for his speech. With the faint glow of fantasy the words washed over them.
Buffy felt her whole body tingle, words of commitment and love warming her in ways that she hadn’t expected. This whole thing was meant to be a sham, something to get rid of the hoards of demons her spidey senses were indicating waited for her outside. Her eyes fell to her hand encased in the cold of Spike’s and she shivered. But it wasn’t in revulsion, and that was when her confusion climbed to all new levels.
A sense of unreality carried the event along and Buffy caught in her web or romantic fairytales didn’t notice the most of it until she was almost hand delivered to the Hotel of matrimonial dreams by the crazy horde of demons.
As she and Spike were almost thrust inside the door, Buffy stood shocked in the middle of the floor. She lifted her head as Spike began to fiddle with the veil, and once it was lifted her normal view of the world returned and she gasped.
“Oh My God. What did we just do?” Her wide eyes clashed with the shining blue of Spike’s and she felt herself hung up on a breath.
“Think we tied the knot, Slayer. You were there, weren’t you?”
Contrary to her expectation, his voice was soft, seductive, and further breaths hitched almost painfully in her throat.
“But we shouldn’t have. It’s just wrong!” She stepped back hastily as his eyes flashed amber, stopping only as her back thumped against the door. She grabbed the handle and in a move of superior speed and balance she had the door open and she was through, right up until she slammed into the very solid bodies of her demonic bodyguards. They grabbed an arm each and practically threw her back into the room, slamming the door as she made contact with Spike’s body.
They flowed with the impact and landed on the floor, Buffy lying on top of his hard length.
Both were quiet, still, as they contemplated this new position. Buffy placed her hand against his steady chest non-moving because he was undead and raised her eyes to his. They reflected her world and she gasped, becoming lost in the newness that was them.
“Spike,” she whispered huskily as his hand lifted to tangle in her loosening hair. Without looking anywhere but into her eyes, his busy fingers found and removed clips and her hair finally fell around her shoulders. The ends tickled his lips and he mouthed ‘beautiful’ to her before finally raising his lips to brush against hers. Some kind of vacuum sucked all the air out of the room as Buffy forgot how to breathe.
But he hadn’t stayed, his lips only a brief contact against her mouth. Too brief for her to decide she didn’t want any more. So, her eyes drifted closed and she lowered her lips to his, allowing herself the experience of his lush, expert kiss to sweep her back on the path of her fairytale day.
His lips were soft and soothing, creating images of love and care that Buffy needed but never thought possible with this vampire. As the gentle sweep of his lips massaged, his tongue licked and tantalized her skin and senses. Buffy moaned and opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to enter and entwine with her own. His coolness burned her and she felt her whole body flush with something so unfamiliar but desperately needed.
She felt strong hands scrape over her ribs through her dress and it made the fabric feel like it was on fire. And like that was the sign needed, the kiss deepened, tongues swirling as if out of control, seeking special hidden secrets that others had never known.
It created a hunger down deep and Buffy craved more. So much more was revealed to her than she had ever suspected, ever new existed, and she wanted it all. As her mind was wrapped up in sensual fantasy, Spike rolled them until his body was pressed intimately into hers. Breaking the suction of her lips, he buried his face at her neck, licking and sucking her until she felt moisture pool in her panties. His cold breath on her throat raised goosebumps and she almost screamed in frustration.
“Buffy,” he breathed into her ear and she moaned. Her real name and not her title on his lips did such strange things to her insides and she felt her body move on its own to rub and rock against the weight of him. His hand moved down her leg and caught the hem of her dress, his fingers stroking the smooth skin up her leg as he gathered the fabric higher and higher. “Let me make love to you?” he asked her while she was hazy and out of her mind.
“Uh huh,” she told him, completely oblivious to all but sensation as his fingers passed over her hip. His lips claimed hers again as he pulled her to sit up and all of a sudden a subtle breeze filtered through the room as he tugged the dress up and over her head, only letting go of the kiss for the moment the dress passed her mouth.
Once the dress had been tossed across the room he renewed the kiss for burning minutes, feverish in his desperation to taste her, to own her. To be in her and to belong to her. Her hot skin warmed him in a way only blood had before and for the first time he couldn’t control the sexual lust he experienced around this girl. His hands found her flushed skin, passing erotically below her breast before touching the shiny fabric of her bra.
“Are you sure?” He paused, asking her gently before he went so far that he wouldn’t be able to stop.
Buffy lifted her lust-shadowed eyes to his and felt herself smile. Beyond thought, beyond reality, her hand lifted of its own accord and stroked his cheek. She felt shocked how the simple gesture felt so possessive, so sexual and she felt tears gather.
“No,” she almost whimpered. “But I think I’ll die if you don’t show me how this could be.”
He swooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, stepping back to see how her soft fair hair fanned over the dark red cover spread, her skin given a blush of warmth by the backdrop. His mind allowed logic to go on vacation as he started listing all the parts of her he wanted to see, to taste. He wanted to lick her into submission before his mouth even ventured near her sopping pussy. He wanted to show her how to climax without touching any of the hot zones. He wanted to make her believe in them with just the use of his mouth and tongue. For the first time he could feel the tingling of eternity in completion. He could feel her within him before taking even one mouthful of her essence.
So swept away in sensation was he that he didn’t even stop to question this action, never stopped to wonder why this was all happening, why he needed to finish it. His hands were a flurry of activity as he divested her of her remaining scraps of cloth and she was fully revealed to his hungry eyes. He was so consumed by her sight, by her smell it wasn’t till he rested over her and she started tugging at his coat that he realised he was still fully geared up in his wedding finery.
He jumped once again to his feet, shrugged off his coat and toed off his shoes, pulled his shirt off and got tangled up in his tie. His actions seemed to call her to sense and Buffy called out desperately to him, “Wait!”
He stopped still and suddenly and allowed her to finally notice how he had cleaned up for their wedding.
Naked and stretching her muscles like a cat, she prowled the bed to be near the edge and soaked the disheveled sight of him up.
“You look so good,” she offered to him shyly, and he grinned like a schoolboy.
“Thank you,” he offered, having no idea what else to say. While her eyes roamed over each part of his body as it was revealed, he listened to the increase of her heartbeat, the rush of her blood to the surface of her skin. As his pants fell to the floor she sucked in a gasp.
“I’ve never seen…” her voice tapered off to silence, but the direction of her eyes left him in no doubt what it was she had never seen. Which he found kind of nice considering the complete berks she had been with in the past. She was so focused that she didn’t even notice him coming closer until he took her hand and placed it around his erection.
“Aahh…” he sighed loudly as she took him in hand, applying a small amount of pressure, but enough to stop all thought from rushing anywhere but his dick. He opened his eyes to see her lick her lips and descended into a euphoria brought on by pure sensation.
“God, Buffy…baby, just like that…” he instructed as her hand began to move. He nearly lost it and blew his load prematurely when she lowered her head and he felt the soft wetness of her lips surround him. He had never felt anything so perfectly wet and steamy in all his unlife. He felt the claws of cold scratching down his spine, and all his muscles curled in shock at having the Slayer’s lips and tongue upon him.
She opened and took him as deep down her throat as her inexperience allowed and he shuddered, desperate for something to hold onto to keep him from falling over. His fingers found her hair and they entangled in the highlighted strands.
“Buffy…” he couldn’t help but repeat her name, overcome with bliss as her tongue stroked and coated him in her hot saliva. He slipped in and out of her mouth, the agony of it almost making him lose his mind. His control diminished and, before he knew it, his demon was out and raring to play.
With a not so subtle roar, he pulled himself from her mouth and was on her, pushing her back and attacking her body with the textured tongue that heaven was made of. Her body rocked against him, lost and writhing in intense pleasure as he left little suction and fang bites all over her breasts and thighs.
Once his tongue found her pussy he felt like he was home; hungry he lapped up her juice and felt he could stay there until his next lifetime. His course tongue rubbed her sensitive nubbin to screaming point and she did just that when he redirected his attention suddenlywith her on the brink of releaseto sink his fangs deeply in her inner thigh. Her loud response sent blood gushing down his throat and he lapped eagerly, sucking in all her history before releasing and licking the already healing wound. So swept up he didn’t even give the lack of chip firing in his head a thought.
The energy the blood gave him spurred him on, added to his mission. He crawled up her body, his mouth leaving a soggy trail as he kissed and sucked his way back to her chest. His demon tongue wrapped around one nipple, teasing it into abrupt attention while the other was twisted just right with his nimble fingers.
The sensations wouldn’t slow and Buffy felt herself tip back and forth on a precarious ledge of oblivion. She could not grasp the validity of what she was doing, completely lost in what was being done to her. All her mind would allow was the sense of right, how good it felt and how she needed this to live. Something deep directed her responses and she couldn’t let him go now for anything.
His fangs scraped a bloody path to her mouth and she felt her lips being slashed and become wet from blood. Her arms held him tight to her, her legs parting as his hips and erection nudged them apart. She curled a leg reflexively around his hip and held him to her while simultaneously rubbing her hard nipples against the smooth surface of his chest.
As suddenly as the passion of the demon had appeared it faded away, and Spike’s blue eyes held hers in a stare of such meaning that she felt herself melt. He gently lowered his mouth and sucked softly on her bleeding lips.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmured in apology.
“I’m not,” Buffy told him huskily and drew his lips once again back to her own.
As he kissed her gently, his fingers parted her and he allowed his aching cock to push against her opening, sliding slightly from her abundant moisture. He supped of her lips, sucking one into his mouth and fed off the life she bled forth. His tongue swirled on the inside of her lip and Buffy felt another gush of fluid meet his cock as it pushed a little further within her. The promised pleasure was agonising and she bucked up to try and move him along a little faster.
He pushed her back to the bed, his body rigid in its refusal to be rushed. His lips left hers and he lay still, looking deeply into her and waiting for her to reach the calm. Once she did he kept her gaze as he slowly pushed the full length of himself deep within her depths, making sure she felt the drag of every inch of his hardness against her sopping and quivering walls. Only once he stopped did she release the cry that had been building with in her heart.
And then he began to move and her world spun and stopped and all things were confused in a dazzle of light. Her legs clamped around him hard, squeezing all his power into the thrusts, moving with him to reach such ultimate pleasure that it left everything around her tinged pink before the world became a roaring red.
Buffy watched mesmerised as his eyes changed again to that animal yellow and his head fell to her exposed throat, fangs piercing her skin far more gently than she would have ever expected after her experience with Angel. But then all thought of her first love left her mind permanently as feeling escalated out of her control.
Time stood still as his fangs rested in her neck and she felt her blood flow to his mouth. She was inside him as she was the blood pooling in his throat, pouring through and around his heart, his mind. She became his being as he pulled more of her inside himself, and she felt them merge. Sound became muted, her cries of ecstasy silent as she allowed her being to mesh and they became one, belonging throughout time. Belonging to a rhythm dictated by her heartbeat. Then every nerve ending exploded as she came with an explosive rush.
As she called his name, weak and spent, his fangs retracted, leaving distinct puncture marks on her perfect skin. He lathed his mark lovingly, kissing it softly as his human mask settled back onto his face. As he buried his face against her throat his body shook, and he voiced his deepest wish and desire.
“Mine,” he growled and Buffy reacted in agreement. She dragged his head up by the hair and stared intently into the shining ocean of his eyes.
“Yours.” Tears coasted down her cheeks, her nose became snuffly as her throat was completely clogged with emotion.
She couldn’t help but swipe the trail of tears that laked down his face, smiling as he lowered his eyes with embarrassment. She traced the perfect line of his lower lip and he looked back up, unable to tear himself away from the sheen of acceptance reflected in her eyes as he ducked the last few centimetres and took her lips in a loving kiss.
It was short but still satisfying and she was smiling when he raised his head.
“What just happened here?” Buffy felt the rawness of her throat, heard the huskiness of her voice and felt satisfaction that she had achieved one hell of a beginning to her honeymoon.
Spike rolled to the side and rested his head on his hand, elbow cocked on the bed, and contemplated her.
“My demon just claimed you. And let me say, that was one hell of a joining.”
Buffy licked her lips, and felt giddy. “So, we’re married, and claimed. I guess we’re joined in every way.”
Spike curled his other hand around her waist and hauled Buffy’s body hard against his, his re-hardening cock pushing mercilessly against her thigh. He maneuvered his leg between her knees and pushed a little more determined against her leaking pussy.
“I can think of other ways to join, Mrs. Bloody.”
Buffy squished up her nose, before licking his lip sensuously.
“You have so many really cool ideas, Mr Bloody.”
They surrendered themselves again to the gaining of exquisite pleasure.
“Dru, my darling. What are you doing up?”
Drusilla ignored the intruder and continued rocking to the beat of counting her dolls.
“One, two, three lined up all pretty. A party for you and you and you.” She turned to the blond doll, sparkling green eyes in her pretty porcelain face. “But none for you, bad girl. You’ve already taken mummy’s present. My William shared his cake with the white princess and now he’s all gone away.”
“Come on, Dru. Time for a snack.” The demon helped her off the floor, leaving her dolls at an unhostessed party while she went to satisfy her own thirsts.
“Goodbye, my love,” she called back to the dolls. “I hope you liked my gift.”
And she followed her demon to feed.
The End