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Chapter 6


They woke to the phone ringing. It was Giles. Buffy yawned and looked at the clock. It was 12.25pm.

“Is everything ok?”

“Um, yeah!” Buffy said, she felt stiff, ached so good!

“You were going to come here for 11 o’clock”

“Was I, where am I, oh, yes Saturday. Sorry, lost track…She tickled down over Spike’s abs with her nails, till she found his huge hardness, she gave the tip a little tickle with her nail.

Spike growled, making her giggle.

She was aware Giles had spoken, but not what he’d said.

“Hmm, sorry?”

“Buffy, will you concentrate, can you drop a note or a message into Spike for me?”

“He’s here” Buffy said.

“What, how, er, I m-m-mean, um, w-w-w-why?” Giles stammered.

“Oh, we got practicing, it got very late…or rather, you know, early, and um, well the sun came up, so he stayed”

“I-I-I-I-I s-s-see!”
Buffy worked her hand lower, cupping his balls, giving them a gentle tug, massaging them. Spike writhed cross-eyed.

“Well, b-b-b-bring him w-w-when you come, will you, I’ve got a location for him to see Dru”

“Us” Buffy said, carrying on with her ministrations to Spike’s nether regions.

“I’m sorry?” Giles said.

“Us, when WE go to see Dru, he’s not going on his own, I don’t trust her”

“Trust her to what?”

“Um, not trust her to…erm well, she might not be too pleased to see him!”

“Or she might want to get back with him” Giles said, thinking then that their plans would be up the Suwannee.

“NOT ON YOU’RE, erm… um, (she swallowed nervously) no, never. He’s not interested”

“You sound sure”

“I am”

“They were together for-“

“I KNOW! Gods, don’t have to rub, er I mean, trust me Giles…” he frowned, but didn’t say anything else.

“Ok, I’ll see you soon, bye”

“Bye…oh Giles, do we get expenses, coz I need a dress for this party, something expensive and wow” Spike groaned at her massaging hand.

“What was that?”
Grinning, Buffy put her finger to her lips at Spike, he too was grinning.

“Um, what?”

“That moaning?”

“Moaning, don’t…don’t know…bye”

“Bye, oh and Buffy, you can buy a dress, but don’t spen_”

“Thanks, bye” She put the phone down, not letting him finish.

Leaning forward, she kissed the length of his massive manhood. Spike squeezed her shoulder and she looked up, he half sat, reached up and kissed her, pulling her upwards, she lay on top of him, and Spike rolled them so he was nestled between her thighs.

His hand dropping to her smooth sex, he rubbed small circles over her clit, before sliding his finger inside her. Buffy arched into his hand, groaning into his mouth as he claimed breath stealing kisses from her.

So hot, so wet and ready for him, he removed his finger, and sucked it. Lying more on her back,

Buffy put him at her opening, and Spike thrust up sliding over half way inside her. Arching her hips and neck, Buffy cried out, and bucked up to meet his thrusts.

Nothing else in the world mattered to either of them at that moment, except the giving and receiving of their pure, unadulterated passion, Buffy bit Spike’s neck, scratched his back, pulled his hair, squeezed bruises into his butt trying to force him inside her that little bit more, and Spike loved it.

Eventually, when they knew they could hold back the tidal-wave of pleasure that would culminate in the most earth shattering of orgasms for them both, over the groans and moans, the cries of sheer orgasmic pleasure, one phrase repeated itself like a mantra in Spike’s head, till he voiced it.

Screaming for him not to stop, Spike was pounding into her at a furiously fast, hard pace, his super strong thrusts almost lifting her off the bed, Buffy reached and put her hands on his butt, pushed down, forcing Spike as deep as possible inside her.

“Mine…you’re, mine…Buffy…oh, mine, Gods, BuffyBuffyBuffy, OH GODS, YES! – MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!” Surging inside her again and again, Buffy felt the whiplash sting of his cool fluid rush, every time he pulsed and shot another spurt inside her, he shouted that she was his, over and over.

And Buffy could only agree with him,

“All yours baby…totally yours” She agreed. Spent, sated, heaving for breath, that was…unbelievable…

Spike fell back, he too was panting, out of habit rather than necessity, but OH, MY GODS, WOW! He glanced at her, incredulously.

Lazily she blinked at him, the only thing she was really aware of, was his possession of her.

They were totally lost for words. Slowly, reality came back to her, and she looked at the clock.

“We’d, um, I’d better get up”

“Buffy”

“Yes?” She looked at him, felt a sudden rush of emotion.

“What’s happened between us?” He looked serious.

“I- I don’t…(she looked down on the bed) Then looking at him straight in the eye, she said,

“Something has, I don’t want to analyse it too much, but…I know one thing”
Spike looked at her steadily.

“I don’t want it to…well, you know, end after this Dracula business?” She looked him straight in the eye. Spike closed his and pulled her towards him. He nuzzled her neck.

“Oh Gods, baby! Neither do I baby, neither do I” They sat there a little while, foreheads touching.

***********



Showered and dressed, they made their way to the Magic Box via the tunnels and storm drains.

They emerged into the stock room, and Buffy went up into the shop. It was safe for Spike, there were no customers, or bright daylight, and she went and fetched him. Warming him some blood they kept at the shop for rituals and spells, she had coffee.

Giles told Spike that Dru and Darla were holed up in an old disused warehouse across town, but there was quite a few of them, possibly around thirty, or so, roughly half a clan, made up of various strays from other groups now in decline, thanks to slaying activities.

“Waif and strays, a couple from Clan Aurelius, several that are from Clan Gaius Gerontius, and all that’s left of Clan Deuteronomy” Giles said.
Spike nodded.

“Shouldn’t be a problem. Um, how do you know this?”

“Angel”

“Angel?”

“Yes, thanks to him, well, his outfit of Wesley and there’s a black guy called Gunn, they are responsible for the demise of the clans, nearly wiped out all the nests in LA, apparently” Giles said, voice full of admiration. Spike smiled, and couldn’t resist saying,

“Is that what he told you?” Giles stopped, his coffee mug an inch from his lips, and said,

“Yes, well him and Wesley” he drained his mug, looked at Spike, who just grinned.

“What?”

“Oh, just…they’re not as good as they like to think they are, is all” Spike said. Giles frowned.

“Oh, so are you going to tell me different?”

“What’s this?” Buffy asked.

“Angel” Giles said. Buffy stopped smiling, and frowned.

“What about him?”
Spike answered for Giles.

“Oh, he’s boasting, him and that watcher and vigilantes he has working with him, reckons they’ve wiped out a few clans…”

“And?” Buffy asked

“Well, half of them are living in Norwood now, he might have run them out of town for a while, dusted a few, they re-group, turn a few… but the others, well, they filter back, they always do, look at me, can’t keep away from here…”

Buffy had unconsciously gone and held Spike’s hand, and he had gently moved a tendril of hair from her eyes. Giles blinked at them.

“What?” Buffy asked Giles.

“Erm, noth-, er well, um it’s just that…”

Both Spike and Buffy arched a brow questioningly at him.

“Bu-Buffy, you’re holding…um Spike’s h-h-hand”

“Hmm, oh, er, y-yes, (She coughed) we’re trying to look natural, l-l-like a c-c-c-couple, you know, um these things have to look, natural”

“Yeah that’s it, now, go while I talk!” Spike said play-acting; and smacked her bottom as she walked away.

Buffy turned and smiled. Giles knew, he wasn’t stupid, a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but there was a definite…frisson? – Something anyway, between them.

He briefly wondered whether he’d gone too far with the spell…Then again, Spike had bitten and thralled her, so maybe…Buffy was a professional. That was it.

Buffy saw Giles give Spike a slip of paper. It was the warehouse address, and she suspected as much, one thing she did know, she’d DEFINATELY be going with him.

Giles went off to serve a customer.

“So, come on, where are they?” Buffy asked, playing with the buttons on Spikes duster.

He knew better than to try the ‘where’s who’ routine, knew it wouldn’t wash with her.

“For me to know…” he grinned. Buffy sidled in close, holding the lapels of his coat.

“You’ll tell me” She looked at his lips, licking her own. Spike stared at her, swallowed, his head moved closer to hers, Buffy reached up on tip toe…their lips parted, eyes closed, and about an inch away from kissing, Giles came round the bookcase and said,

“Hold on, I have a copy h – Good Lord!”

He took his glasses off. As he saw the scene of Buffy and Spike looking for all the world like they were about to…No, couldn’t have.

They jumped apart guiltily. Spike turning to face the wall, he was holding the back of his neck, Buffy going beet-red, bending to pick up none-existent bits up off the floor.

Giles stuttered, and babbled about a book for a customer, reaching to the shelf and taking a small slim volume.

“I-I-I-I th-think th-th-this is w-w-what you’re l-l-l-looking f-f-f-for”

He disappeared from their view, going back to his customer. Grinning, Spike lightly kissed her nose.

“Spike, he’ll…”

“Just have to deal, love, we can say it’s a thrall thing…” Spike looked at her, a looked that dared her to contradict him. She didn’t, just nodded.

“This idea in the first place, came from him, didn’t it?” Buffy reasoned.

“Yup” Spike said, looking at her. He had his head at an angle, tongue in the corner of his mouth, and then he said,

“Gods, you’re SO beautiful” he ran the back of his finger down her cheek, Buffy smiled, big eyed, looked at the floor, then up into his eyes.

“Not so bad yourself, gorgeous, in fact”

They heard Giles ring up on the till, and say goodbye and thankyou to his customer. He came towards the table where they were standing, and heard Spike say,

“S-so, you wouldn’t kiss me first, it um, it always has to be the male, like I said, these rules are archaic, made by males with their pleasure coming first middle and last” Spike said, like he was teaching her.

“Er, r-right, b-b-but what if, say another male made a move on me?” Buffy asked

“Well, it’s accepted, but, he’d have to be of a higher social status than me, and as I’m head of a clan, then I doubt, apart from Dracula himself, there would be anyone there to challenge me…if it were thought that you were my new queen however, no one would challenge, again, except Dracula, if we acted like a honeymoon couple for instance, it’s not considered the done thing for even someone of a higher status to make a move on a honeymoon couple.

On the other hand, if Dracula makes a move on a women, new queen or not, it’s considered an honour, for her and her partner”

“Teaching you well” Giles said, smiling. They must have been training Giles thought.

“S-s-so, you’ll go to the warehouse, when?”

“Tonight, probably” Spike said.

“I’m going with you” Buffy said. Giles was just about to say he would too, when the phone rang.

“Phew, that was close, do you think he believed us?” Spike asked.

Licking her lips provocatively, Buffy mouthed ‘don’t care’ and smouldered him ‘a look’. Spike grinned, but it instantly went when he heard Giles say,

“Angel!………Yes, funnily enough, we were just talking about that” Buffy and Spike looked at one another.

“You would………you will, oh, that’s great, hold on, they’re here, I’ll tell them” Smiling, Giles held the receiver to his shoulder, and called out,

“Its Angel, he and the others are coming over to help us” Buffy and Spike didn’t smile.

“Fucking terrific” Spike said, with as much venom as he could

“Shit!” Was Buffy’s reaction to the news.

Giles chatted inanely, then when he’d finished the call, he came over to them smiling, but could see that neither Buffy nor Spike looked thrilled at the news.





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