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Thank you so much for all of the wonderful reviews! Here's a little bit of fluff, to give you all a break from the angst :-)
Chapter 34 – Never Let Go


Watching as Buffy slowly opened her eyes, Spike had to smile at the confusion that seemed to materialize for a moment before she realized where she was.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly as she raised her eyes to his.

Hesitantly touching the marks on the side of her neck, she bit her lip as she nodded, an unreadable expression on her face as she avoided his eyes. “Yeah,” she murmured. “I’m fine.”

“Do you regret it?” he asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice as Buffy turned her gaze to his.

“Do you love me?” she replied, needing to hear it again.

“I love you,” he whispered, relaxing when a brilliant smile lit up her face as she eagerly pulled him closer to kiss him.

Pulling away after a long moment, Buffy shook her head. “I don’t regret it.”

“Good to know,” he said with a smile. “Did you sleep well, luv?” he whispered, unable to resist the urge to nuzzle the swollen mark on her neck.

Instantly calming under his touch, Buffy’s heart rate skyrocketed at his close proximity, trembling when she felt his lips gently caressing his mark.

“What are you doing?” she whispered breathlessly.

“I seem to remember you asking me what the point was with claims,” he murmured against her skin.

“Th-that was when I was claimed without really wanting it,” she said, letting her eyes close when she felt his fingers easily parting the fabric of her shirt.

“One of these days, we’re going to have to do this without clothes,” he murmured, pushing the shirt over her shoulders and maneuvering her until he was able to throw it to the floor. Pulling back to admire her body as her smooth skin was exposed, he slowly traced a finger along her abdomen, smiling when she shivered and lifted toward his touch.

“No time like the present,” she replied, her voice practically pleading with him.

“Not this time,” he whispered, slipping a hand beneath the lace of her panties. “This time, it’s just for you.”

Gasping when his blunt teeth nearly attacked her throat, Buffy shuddered as his finger put pressure on her clit before trembling when an unexpected orgasm washed over her. Biting his shoulder to stop her screams from ripping from her throat, she slowly pulled away, seeing Spike with a smug expression on his face.

“What was that?” she asked breathlessly, gasping for air.

Arching an eyebrow as he smirked, Spike tilted his head to look at her. “I believe it’s called an orgasm, luv.”

Smacking him on the chest, Buffy rolled her eyes. “Not that,” she said in exasperation. “I meant, whatever you did,” she murmured, suddenly unsure of herself as her fingertips ran over his mark on her neck.

Watching her frown when she didn’t get any feeling that was close to the same result, Spike had to smile as her brows drew together, causing a tiny crease to form. Leaning over her once more, he took her hand in his, letting his blunt teeth scrape over the swollen skin of her neck, pulling back when she gasped.

“One of the benefits,” he said softly, looking into her eyes and getting lost in her gaze.

“No complaints,” she said breathlessly, giving him a soft smile before snuggling against his chest, frowning after a moment.

“What is it?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“What’s what?”

“You’re unhappy about something…what is it?” Sitting up to look at him, Spike gave her a small smile as they linked their hands together. “There’s a lot that goes with this, Buffy. Especially considering you not only returned the claim, but made one of your own.”

“But I’m not a vampire,” she said in confusion.

“No, but you’re the daughter of two. You have the strength, the immortality…makes the bond that much stronger.”

“Then you can feel what I’m feeling?” she asked softly.

“I can,” he said with a nod, tilting his head to look at her. “Now, what made you unhappy?”

Smiling sheepishly, Buffy avoided his gaze for a minute before giggling and pulling at the fabric of his shirt. “I just wanted this off.”

Chuckling with her, Spike sat up and quickly stripped off the shirt, pulling her back into his arms as he lay down. “Better?”

“Mmm, much,” Buffy purred, snuggling close to him, enjoying the feel of her skin against his, letting her eyes close in exhaustion. They hadn’t rested much, and the exertion of the day was catching up with her. “We still have to tell my dad,” she whispered, biting her lip when she felt his muscles tense. Fighting back the tears at the reaction, Buffy closed her eyes as she took a deep breath.

Even without the claim, Spike would have been able to feel the nerves and sadness radiating off of her as she tried to pull away from him and sit up.

“Stay here, pet,” he said softly, holding her close, unwilling to let her leave so soon, especially when something was obviously bothering her. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you want to keep it from him? From…everybody?” she asked sadly, hating the fact that after everything they’d been through, he might want to keep her as his dark little secret.

“No,” he replied, shaking his head and pressing a kiss to the top of hers. “Just worried about what your poofter of a father is going to say, that’s all.”

Closing her eyes when she felt his fingertips graze over his mark, Buffy sighed, relaxing against him. “I can talk to him. While you’re away…far away. Possibly in a neighboring town.”

“He asked me if I bit you.”

Shooting up to a sitting position, Buffy turned her wide eyes to Spike. “He did? What did you say?”

“Told him the truth,” he replied with a shrug. “That it happened twice.”

Watching her with an amused expression as Buffy began prodding his chest with her fingertips, Spike tilted his head with a slight smile.

“What’re you doing, pet?”

“Wondering why you’re not dust,” she replied with a smirk, giggling when he flipped their positions on the bed, pinning her beneath him.

“Are you saying I couldn’t take him in a fight?” Spike asked, arching an eyebrow as he looked at her.

“I don’t know, Spike,” she said with a skeptical look, struggling to keep a straight face. “He’s pretty tough.” Hearing the warning growl that came from him, she smiled before continuing, “But, I guess you have your own attributes that you could bring to a fight.”

“Bloody right, I do,” he replied with another growl, unable to keep up the false pretense as he looked at her for another moment before smashing his lips against hers, kissing her with such passion, Buffy felt as if she was being claimed again.

Breaking away after a moment, he looked at her flushed face and rapidly heaving chest. Not saying anything, he pulled her toward him again, rolling over and settling back into their previous position.

Closing his eyes after a moment, Spike sighed when he felt her fingertips gently trail along his abdomen. Her cheek rested against his chest, letting her silky hair spill along her shoulders and onto his.

“What’s going through that mind of yours, pet?”

“Do you think I’m going to age?” she asked, her hand never stopping its movement.

“I doubt it,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he inhaled the sweet scent of her hair. “Not much more, anyway.”

“How do you know?” she asked, turning her eyes up to his face and smiling when she saw how relaxed he was.

“That’s the way it works,” Spike said in a soft voice, focusing on her gentle touch. “You obviously have a purpose in this life, and I doubt you can fulfill it as an eighty year old woman.”

Giggling softly, Buffy relaxed even more, closing her eyes and letting the exhaustion begin to take over. Her body was craving these stress-free moments that she was getting.

“You know,” Spike said with a smile obvious in his voice. “We could always go to Hollywood. You’ll be young and beautiful forever- just what that town is always looking for and never finds. You could make millions, luv.”

Laughing together, Buffy turned to look at him again. “Beautiful?”

He could feel the nervousness coming off of her as she looked at him. “I already told you that you are. Still don’t believe me?” he asked, tilting his head to look at her.

“That was a year ago,” she replied, cuddling closer to him. “I’ve changed since then.”

“And it’s made you more bloody gorgeous than you were,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head before settling in for a nap.

Spike was nearly asleep when he realized that Buffy wasn’t sleeping. “What’s wrong, Goldilocks?” he murmured, running his hands through her hair.

“Do you ever get the feeling that you’re living the wrong life? Like there’s been this massive mistake and the life you were dealt is just this big, cosmic joke?”

“Can’t say that I have, pet. You saying that this, between us, is a mistake?”

“No,” she said quickly, shaking her head as she looked at him. “You’re the one thing in this life that I am sure of.”

“Good to know,” he murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “Because I’m not letting you go.”








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