Spike gradually surfaced from the deepest sleep he had ever experienced since he was turned. The arms of Morpheus had never been so welcoming, or restful. His last thought that had followed him into sleep, still filled him with contentment.

Tasting his delectable Childe’s blood had revealed something precious to the elder vampire and Spike was filled with amazement and concern, ‘Does she love me because I’m her sire or was it something more?’ Spike hoped it was the latter and not just a Sire/Childe love – now that he had tasted her blood and skin, he wanted all of her- mind, body, and soul.

The last few hours were not something he had expected – any of it. When he had taken those fateful steps into Dracula’s mansion, his focus had been on getting the Slayer out of there and back home. Never had he expected to have her as his own, physically or familially!

Spike had never even allowed the smidgen of hope that Buffy would ever look at him with anything but hate to surface, keeping that secret yearning buried deep in the furtherest recesses of his mind. He had firmly repressed that desire and instead had focused on sulking about being chipped and railing against the hand that fate had dealt him.

Helping her while she was comatose and then later, as she had been awake, was a revelation for Spike. Just being able to have physical contact with his one and only Childe had fulfilled him in ways he had never before had while he was with Dru. Even better that it was Buffy – someone who he, if he was honest, had ached for from the moment he had clapped eyes on her. That fateful first night when he had watched her gyrate on the dance floor of the Bronze, caught up in the seductive rhythm of the music blasting from the speakers – he had never imagined in his wildest and most fevered dreams that they would end up like this.

One of them dead by the other’s hand…maybe. Instead, they lay curled trustingly around each other in his bed.

It was different and yet he wanted more.

He craved more…

Spike tightened his arms around the slender form that was lay sprawled out naked over his chest. His semi-hard cock was pressed intimately against Buffy’s belly as she lay between his legs, fast asleep. Her sated form was limp and soft as his legs and arms cradled her close.

Unable to resist, he blinked his eyes open and devoured the pleasant sight of his Childe fast asleep on top of him.

Buffy’s face was mashed against his chest, a soft snore escaping her parted lips. His nipple firmed at the waft of cool air that escaped her mouth, causing him to purr softly. ‘Bloody hell I’m purring!’ If he were able, Spike would have blushed red at the poncy sound that was erupting from his chest.

‘When have I ever purred before?’ Spike pondered, frowning. Spike wracked his brain trying to remember and failed. He looked down at his Childe as she started to drool, and smiled – it was only for her – because of her. ‘Hell she even looks cute drooling and with her hair looking like it had been styled by a blind hairdresser…’

Spike cradled her gently – trying not to wake her by poking her with his rapidly hardening cock. Instead, he began to work out what they would do next. He knew that Buffy would want to face Drac and exact some sort of justice not only for his turning her, but also for the degradation she had been forced to endure. When that happened, he was determined to be standing at her back …protecting her with all that he was.

Spike tried to repress the shiver of worry about how Buffy’s friends and family would react to her being turned and him becoming her Sire.

‘Nothing they say or do will ever separate us!’ he silently vowed, his eyes flashing amber. With a small growl, he forced his possessive demonic instincts aside and focused on what needed to be done.

Spike started a mental list – training first. ‘Need to know what she can and can’t do physically, as well as mentally. I need her strong for whatever Sunnyhell may throw at her…’ Her disappearing trick seemed to have been another facet of Drac’s that she had inherited, along with the lack of an apparent “game face.” Spike wondered if there were more revelations to come. He was looking forward to dancing with her.

They needed to test her abilities and try to incorporate all the changes her mind and body had gone through recently into her fighting style. He mentally rolled his eyes at himself. ‘Startin to sound like Ripper…’

At the thought of Giles, Spike sighed softly. He knew the Watcher would have trouble adapting to Buffy’s changes. But he hoped that his fellow Brit would rise to the occasion. ‘If the sod doesn’t, I’ll…I’ll…bugger the sodding chip! Not like I can thump Rupes if he makes Buffy cry. Wonder if I could get Buffy to bite him?’

Spike dismissed that thought with a wry smile, more likely she would bite him for suggesting it.

He looked down at Buffy who snorted softly and rubbed her scrunched up nose against his chest – her human instincts were still there.

‘Got to get her to call her Mum…’

Spike grimaced that – he was worried that Buffy’s newly found calm might shatter once she heard Joyce’s voice. He knew that his precious Childe would want to go home soon to her mother and family. Spike grimaced at the, no doubt, hostile reception he would get from them and hoped that Buffy would stand up to them and defend him. Part of him knew she would – once he had sensed her love for him he had realised this, but the William-esque aspects of Spike were getting nervous.

From tasting her blood when they had made love earlier, Spike knew she was hoping that he would protect her from their questions and reactions - and he would. From all of them, even Angel.

‘Bugger all! Need to get her to call Peaches as well! Bad enough me having to speak to him the other night…ruddy well not doing that again! Once a year is more than enough of the git with the hair gel fetish…’

Spike grudgingly accepted that one of them was going to have to call and explain what had happened. He knew that Angel would be brooding himself into a righteous snit over the conversation the other day. ‘All I bloody well need is Granddad swanning in to town all soulful and wanting a fight…’

Buffy cracked open an eye and peered through her eyelashes at Spike, who appeared deep in thought and chewing his way through his pouty lower lip. She tried to suppress a small smile and failed. ‘He looks so cute when he is all pondery.’

She had woken slowly, contentment filling her in a way she had never imagined. Buffy had never thought that she would find comfort, love, and happiness in Spike’s arms. She knew that it wasn’t just the Sire/Childe bond; it was much more than that. For a long time now she had seemed restless, ever since she had met the First Slayer in her dreams. Her hunting every night had been a physical manifestation of that restlessness and now for the first time she felt at peace and in love.

‘CRAP!’ Buffy curled her legs under her and sat up between Spike’s splayed legs, her hazel eyes wide at her sudden realisation. Without realising, she grabbed hold of Spike’s inner thighs, squeezing tightly, her nails digging into the soft pale skin.

“Oww!” Spike howled at the sensation of her nails curled into his inner thighs, so close to his dangly bits. His hands wrapped around her thin wrists, gently pulled her hands away from the reddened skin. “Buffy, luv, watch where you grab!”

“Spike!”

“Yeah, luv,” he tilted his head and gazed up at the startled Slayer sitting between his legs. His eyes ran appreciatively over her slender form, lingering on her quivering breasts for a long and lusty moment, before looking back up to at her face. He was filled with a creeping fear that she regretted what had been the best night of his unlife.

Buffy looked down at their linked hands and then beyond them at his now erect cock, which rested against his stomach. She savoured the sight of his erection and licked her lips. Goosebumps erupted all over her body at the memory of what they had done. She tilted her head and watched as his muscles on his chest flexed and tightened under her appreciative gaze. He was yumworthy.

“Buffy? You still in there?”

“Huh?”

Spike smirked and raised his scarred eyebrow, secretly delighted at her unabashed appraisal of his assets – not that he hadn’t just enjoyed hers either! “Wots wrong, Buffy?” his voice was low and filled with a sensual burr.

“I…I love you?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I sensed that last night, gorgeous, when I drank from you,” Spike replied gently. Realising that, her revelation was something that was not easy for her, especially since the incident that shall not be named. ‘Friggin arse – always makes a mess…’ He knew that Buffy had kept her feelings and heart closed.

For her to voice her feelings to him, and so openly, it was a gift he treasured. Spike knew he had to tread carefully Otherwise he would be left with a kick to the head and the lovely sight of his Childe’s pretty backside as she ran for the hills.

“I really do, and it’s not just a weird vampy thing either!” Buffy’s eyes widened even more at her frankness. She peered through her hair at Spike, waiting for him to make a snide remark and was pleasantly surprised.

He released one of her hands and brushed her tumbled hair off her face. His hand cupped the back of her head pulled her down to his lips, where he caught hers in a sweet and gentle kiss that seemed to last forever. He pulled back and sighed softly against the fullness of her mouth.

“Time for layin all my cards on the table too, pet.” Spike took a deep breath, “I love you too, Buffy,” he whispered and then pulled her in for another kiss that rapidly changed into a ravenous devouring of each others mouths.

As they began to writhe and thrust against each other, Spike mentally promised he would talk to his Childe about his plans, later…much later…

The room was filled with their sighs and kisses as they slowly rocked to new heights of passion as they both made love to each other. Their actions binding them closer as the minutes and hours passed. Their insatiable appetites for the other were spurred on by their declarations of love.

And this was their way of consummating it for all eternity.

*********

“Come on, sexy, do your worst!” Spike waggled his tongue at Buffy as he leapt over her head in a single leap. He twisted his body into a somersault and landed behind her. Reached over, he grabbed her luscious backside and squeezed it as he danced away, laughing at her small growl of frustration.

After spending the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies in a sensual feast, which had later culminated in a shower…which was naughty enough to make Caligula blush, they had reluctantly pulled on some work out clothes and stumbled downstairs to feed.

Once they had both eaten - Buffy had managed to drink the warmed blood without her usual reaction - they had pushed the dining table aside and begun training.

The two blonds had traded a blur of blows and had discovered that Buffy had retained her Slayer power alongside her new vampiric strengths, much to their delight. And for the last few hours they had been training in hand to hand and utilising the few weapons that Spike had secreted around the cabin.

He still wasn’t sure how he was going to extract the small hand axe that was currently embedded in the high ceiling. Buffy had underestimated her power when she had thrown in up in the air, and it had hit the wooden ceiling with a resounding thud and remained there.

“I’m gonna get you for that, you perv!” Buffy teased as she turned and began a series of cartwheels, culminating with her pinning Spike to the floor.

Spike peered up from between her thighs, which were planted on either side of his neck. Buffy looked down triumphantly at her pinned lover. “Gotcha!” she teased.

Spike reached up and cradled her backside in his large hands and gave her a gentle squeeze. “That you have, though have to say, not complaining here.” He turned his head and pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and then gave the same spot a gentle nibble.

Buffy giggled and sat back on his chest and ran her hands through his rumpled hair. “As I said…perv!”

Spike rubbed his head into her fingers and purred happily, “just appreciating the view, Childe.”

Buffy rolled off him and pressed her body against his side resting her head against his shoulder. “That was fun! I don’t remember the last time I enjoyed training so much!”

Spike pressed a kiss to top of her head and sat up, pulling Buffy with him. “Glad you enjoyed it, pet. Got me all worked up though,” he gestured at his erection that was tenting his sweats.

Buffy ran her hand over his cloth covered cock.

“So I can see!” she purred as her fingers slid upwards and pulled the sweats down. Their training had turned her on more than she had ever expected – watching Spike’s lithe form twisting and moving as they fought had been a distraction, and she had let in a few hits that normally would never have gotten past her guard.

She had trained and now she wanted to play.

“Lie down Spike,” she whispered huskily, pushing him back against the floor as she tore his t-shirt in half and ran her nails down his muscled chest. Her fingers tweaked his pale pink nipples, teasing them erect before she leaned over and ran her tongue over them, switching from one to the other. Her hands pulled his sweats down and Spike kicked them off.

Spike’s hands twitched at his sides as Buffy licked and nipped her way down his torso. He let out a whimper as her tongue dipped into his bellybutton and then trailed down to the head of his cock.

“Open you legs, honey,” Buffy murmured against the crest of his erection. Then she dipped the tip of her tongue into the slit and gathered up the small amount of pre-cum that had seeped out. She raised her head ignoring the groan that erupted from Spike as he willingly spread his legs allowing her to settle between them.

Buffy leaned forward and ran her lips along the crease of Spike’s thigh and over and around his cock, nuzzling her nose into the dark gold curls that framed it. She licked her way down to his balls, which were tight against his body, and gently suckled them. Pressing open-mouthed kisses on them, she ran her hand up his body until her questing fingers found his neglected nipples and gently teased them with her nails.

Spike gritted his teeth and pressed his feet flat on the floor pushing his groin upwards towards her exploring mouth, which was currently engaged in detailing every inch of his cock, that twitched with every pass of her lips and tongue. Unable to stop himself, he began to pant loudly and a tumble of unintelligible endearments fell from his lips.

Buffy had never really enjoyed this type of sexual play before – but with Spike it was different – she wanted to do and try everything. There were no inhibitions – she briefly wondered if it were her vampiric nature that had caused her to be more experimental sexually. No, she realised that it was because of their love and the intimacy they shared was just another expression of it.

“Buffy! Please, luv, take me in…”Spike begged as Buffy pressed a soft kiss to the crest of his cock.

With an impish giggle, Buffy opened her mouth and began to slowly take him into her mouth.

Minutes passed and all that could be heard were Spike’s groans of appreciation for her detailed exploration of his dick and his hushed words of encouragement. Buffy was spurred on by his encouragement and complete surrender to her.

Spike reached up and gently pulled Buffy away from his cock. She pouted and glared up at him. Spike shook his head with a gentle smile. He deftly stripped his girl and in a quick move had her pinned under him. “As much as I was enjoying your lovely mouth, I want to be inside you.” With that Spike surged into her and they began to rock against each other.

Buffy hissed and wrapped her legs around Spike’s back, her hands trailed up his flexing back before she pulled him close. She tilted her neck and offered her throat to her Sire. “Please…I…need…more…”

With that, she sank her teeth into Spike’s shoulder, sipping deliriously at his strong blood. Spike roared, and his face shifted at the sensation of her bite.

Spike pressed a hard kiss on her throat and, without preamble, sank his fangs into her skin. Buffy gasped against the wound on her lover’s shoulder as she felt the sting of his fangs and came with a scream. Spike froze as her inner muscles fluttered around his cock and he tipped over the edge, joining her in bliss.

“We need to call your mum,” he rasped. Spike reluctantly eased out of Buffy and collapsed next her with a loud groan.

Buffy rolled her head to peer at Spike in surprise. “So not what I was expecting to hear after what we just did!” She gestured at his limp cock that lay on his thigh glistening with their combined spendings.

Spike popped open an eye and glared at his giggling lover. “That really is not funny, Slayer,” he rumbled as he pulled her giggling body onto his and playfully nipped at her chin.

“I should hope not! Mom plus sex equals ewwwww!” Buffy kissed Spike on the tip of his nose and then settled her head under his chin.

“Luv, we need to call her. And as much as I hate saying this, we need to head back to Sunnyhell…” he trailed off, waiting to hear her response.

Buffy nodded her head. “I know we have to go home…but can we hold off on calling Mom please?” She tried to suppress the fear that was filling her at facing her Mom and the others.

‘Oh god! Xander…’ She had no idea what she was going to do or say when she was finally face to face with Xander. Not after what he had done to her.

“Luv, your Mum’ll be fine. I promise! She’ll be glad just to have you back and in one piece.”

Spike bit his tongue; he didn’t want them to be parted. He was sure that Buffy would want to move in with her Mum, and he would be left on the outside. He hated the idea of them not being together, but he would abide by whatever his Childe decided.

“Huh?”

Spike’s whispered words pulled her thoughts from Xander, and she began to worry over her mom’s reaction to her changes. She was especially worried about her mom’s reaction to the fact that she would be living with Spike now and not returning home. She pulled a face at the thought of her Mom’s reaction. But there was no way she was gonna be separated from Spike. Not now, not ever. ‘But we are sooo not living in that smelly old crypt!’ She promised herself.

“Joyce’ll be wanting to see you soon, luv. We should get going now that it’s dark.”

“Okaaaaaaay,” she drawled and reluctantly sat up. In a smooth motion, she stood, pulling Spike up with her.

**********

“Come on, pet. We’ll come back here as often as you want. I promise.” Spike gently pulled Buffy down the steps and towards the Desoto, where he had already packed their bags. Mr Gordo sat in splendour on the dashboard.

“I know, but I really like it here…” Buffy’s glanced over her shoulder at the rose covered cabin and drank it in one last time. Turning her head, she looked out over the pond and sighed. “It’s so peaceful here. I love your home, Spike.”

Spike lit a cigarette and puffed on it for a moment before looking down into Buffy’s wide eyes. “No, luv, it’s our home. What’s mine is yours.”

Buffy wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her forehead on his chest. “Thank you, Spike. For this and for everything. I…I love you.”

“My pleasure, pet. And, Buffy, I love you too.” With that he kissed her before reluctantly breaking the kiss and pushing her gently towards the car. “Come on time to go.”