Chapter 18


A week later, Spike timidly knocked on the door, shoving his hands in his pockets
as he stood back and waited. It had been a week since he’d seen Buffy. He
had called her earlier in the week to check on her, but he was missing her.

Judging by Joyce Summers' reaction when she opened the door, Spike guessed
that Buffy had come clean with her mother about who he really was.

“Miss Summers,” he said in polite greeting, ducking his head so she wouldn’t
be as nervous.

Joyce slowly removed her hand from her heart and offered Spike a nervous
smile. “Hello.”

“Is Buffy home?” he asked softly, watching as Joyce nodded.

“Come in. I’ll just…go get her.”

Spike watched her hasty retreat up the stairs and waited until Buffy made
her way down before he entered the house. He gave her a gentle smile
before frowning when he saw how she was wringing her hands together.

“What’s wrong, luv?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I thought you’d left,” Buffy said softly. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“I know, baby,” he whispered, nuzzling her hair. “I’ve been busy, but I’m
here now.”

Buffy nodded, raising her lips to his to accept a tender kiss.

“I want to show you something,” Spike whispered after pulling away. “Will
you come with me?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said softly, motioning for him to stay there while she went to
tell her mother she was leaving.

“Ready, pet?” Spike asked when she reappeared.

“Yeah,” she replied, smiling when he took her hand in his, leading her out of
the house. “Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he said with a smile.

* * * * *

Fifteen minutes later, Spike led Buffy up the path to a small house.
“Surprise.”

Buffy looked at him in confusion before her eyes widened. “This is yours?”

“This is ours,” Spike murmured, pulling her closer to him.

“So this is what you’ve been doing for the last week?” Buffy asked, looking
back and forth between him and the house.

Spike led her forward, opening the door. “No…this only took a day or two to
work out.”

“Then where have you been?” Buffy asked, following him through the door and
looking around at the spacious living room.

Spike took a deep breath, shutting the door behind her. “I’ve been
hunting.”

Buffy tensed, her entire body going rigid as she backed away from him.
Spike’s eyes widened as he realized what Buffy was thinking before
frantically shaking his head.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said, approaching her slowly.

Buffy seemed to relax slightly. “Then what did you mean?”

“I’ve been finding the minions I created,” Spike said softly.

Buffy’s mouth dropped open. “All of them?”

“No,” Spike said softly. “I’ve been around for over a century- it would be
impossible to find them all, but I’ve taken care of this area.”

Buffy felt her eyes watering with tears as she bit her lip, trying to keep
them at bay before throwing herself into his arms, kissing him passionately.

Pulling away after a moment, Spike smiled down at her. “I didn’t expect
that kind of reaction.”

“I can’t believe you would do that,” Buffy said softly, tracing her hand
along the sharp contours of his cheekbones.

“I’d do that and a lot more, luv. All you have to do is ask.”

“Make love to me?” she asked innocently as Spike’s eyes burned amber with
desire.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his body already reacting to hers.

Buffy nodded before stepping back and slowly pulling her shirt over her
head. Spike momentarily forgot that he didn’t need to breathe as her golden
skin was exposed. He quickly shed his own clothes, reaching toward her and
stripping her of any remaining clothing.

Buffy gave him a soft smile, pulling him toward her and meeting his lips in
a tender kiss, maneuvering them until Spike found himself lying on top of
her. His eyes squeezed shut when he felt her warm hand encircle his length,
leading him to her entrance.

Spike inhaled sharply as he slowly sunk into her body, listening to her gasp
of pleasure when he filled her. Pulling back to look into each other’s
eyes, Spike gave her a gentle smile before slowly thrusting into her.

Buffy eagerly met his thrusts, building up the intensity between them until
Spike was fighting the demon from coming to the surface. He pressed his
face against her neck, hoping to pacify it for the time being and
delighting in the fact that Buffy wasn’t pulling away from him.

A frown came over his face at the familiar scent, and Spike growled when he
recognized his grandsire’s mark on the woman he loved. Buffy tensed
momentarily before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to
her. “Do it,” she whispered.

Spike shook his head, not trusting himself to speak.

“Spike,” she said softly. “I trust you…you won’t hurt me.”

“It’s too dangerous,” he said in a husky whisper.

Buffy arched her back, causing Spike to moan as their hips grinded together.
She smiled when an idea formed before pulling back to look him in the
eyes. “Do you really want me to carry Angelus’ mark on me?”

Spike involuntarily slipped into his demon’s face, taking a deep breath
before sinking his fangs into her tender skin, making sure to keep ‘William’
close to the surface as he took a few pulls of blood. Pulling away, Spike’s
human mask fell into place as he looked into Buffy’s eyes. “Mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed before pulling him closer to her and arching against
him once more, screaming out her orgasm as Spike clung to her, following her
over the edge.

Slowly pulling away, Spike gently kissed her lips, seeing tears shimmering
in her eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered with a smile.

“I love you,” he replied. “Just you…forever.”



THE END



A/N I left a lot of plotlines open for a sequel if enough people want one. This fic was a lot longer than I originally intended, it was going to be about ten chapters so I’m glad you stuck with me! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and e-mailed. A little side note- I finally got my LJ up and running. Username: ashlee_999 now all I need are some friends :-)





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