Always_jbj has released the last chapter of this fun little fic, so here we have, finally, Chapter Thirteen and the end. *hugs* to all the people who reviewed and waited patiently for this last chapter.



Chapter Thirteen

They didn’t quite make it to the bed, falling onto the small rug on floor, with Buffy on top. Spike sat up, putting them into the same position they’d been in on the chair at Giles’, but absent the tight pants they’d both been wearing. Buffy slid onto him without preliminary, sighing as she felt him fill her. Spike held her in place, although the legs she had wrapped around his back would have done the job nicely.

“Do that purry thing again,” she demanded, bouncing on him lightly.

He chuckled and moved his hands down to her hips. “Need to hold still, then, sweetheart,” he said, holding her down and beginning the growling rumble that she liked so much. In no time, the vibrations were causing her to whimper and attempt to squirm on his lap, but he held her firmly and whispered in her ear.

“Patience, love. Let it happen, don’t try to force it. Trust Spike, love. Jus’ let yourself enjoy it. Don’t be in such a hurry for it to be over.”

Ignoring his whispered advice, Buffy clutched her legs around him more tightly, forcing him more deeply inside her and grinding into his pubic bone. He gritted his teeth when she began clenching her internal muscles around him, muttering almost to himself, “Impatient bint.”

Between the steady purring vibrations and Buffy’s tightening muscles, it wasn’t long before the slayer threw back her head and shook in ecstasy while the vampire buried his face between her breasts and smothered his roar of release against her skin.

Buffy fell forward, resting her head on one of his broad shoulders while she gasped for air. Her arms were around his neck, holding her limp body in place while he stroked her back and murmured his admiration even as he was admonishing her for her impatience.

“Gonna have to teach you how to savor the moment, pet,” he said, raising his head to kiss a sweaty cheek.

“You didn’t like that?” Her pout was exaggerated, but he could hear the trace of uncertainty in her voice and sighed, pulling her closer.

“Think you can tell that I did,” he growled. “All I’m sayin’ is we can do more than just get each other off soon’s we get naked. Not that I’m not enjoyin’ the payoff,” he hastened to add when he felt her stiffen in his arms, “but I want…”

He didn’t finish, letting his voice trail off as he thought about what he wanted to say. Buffy’s brows drew together in a small frown.

“You want what?” she prompted when he didn’t continue.

He tipped her chin up so that she was staring into his eyes from only inches away.

“I want to make love to-with you. I want to worship your body the way it deserves to be worshipped. Want to watch you come for me, hear you say my name, scream for me. I want—I want you to—“

He stopped, ignoring her nudge to continue; instead, he dropped his head to her throat and licked at his marks. Buffy shivered at the sensations his tongue was creating, unconsciously moaning in appreciation as he used his tongue and lips to bring her to the brink of another orgasm without even moving. She felt him swelling inside her again, the pressure on her cervix being all it took to send her over the edge.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, hiding her blushing face in his neck. “What did you do?”

Without answering her, he rose to his feet fluidly, holding her in place and walking to the bed. He sat down on the edge, then carefully rolled to his side and stretched them both out, being careful never to break their intimate connection. He smoothed the hair back off her face and kissed her gently before continuing his response to her original question.

“I want to love you, Buffy. Will you let me do that? Will you let me love you the way I want to?”

The slayer stared at him with wide eyes.

He wants to love me? He wants me to let him love me? How could I stop him? DO I want him to love me? Does he? Is he saying he does? What do I want?”

Something of her confusion and panic must have shown in her eyes and she watched his face go from hopeful and warm to closed and coldly predatory.

“I meant physically, Slayer. I want to love you physically. Not expecting you to—I didn’t mean I lo--“

Suddenly, she didn’t want to hear him finish that sentence, rolling onto her back and bringing his body with her so that he was covering her completely. She sighed as his weight pushed her into the mattress, noting that his disappointment had not had a negative effect on his hardness.

“I want you to love me, Spike,” she whispered into his neck. “Teach me how to lo- how to please you. Teach me how to savor it.”

Without responding verbally, he began to slowly rock his hips against hers, twisting them slightly at the end of each gentle thrust. As the tension in her body began to build, Buffy tried to pull him closer only to have him chuckle softly into her ear as he continued the slow, steady thrusting that was building toward another shuddering release. The constant stimulation of her internal nerves was sending the slayer into an incoherent frenzy; her head thrashed back and forth in frustration over her denied release until, without warning, the orgasm burst over her causing her to scream his name into his shoulder as she came.

She lay limp under him, aware that he was still hard and that he was smiling at her smugly, but too sated to care.

“Boy good,” she gasped, changing his smug smile to one of genuine pleasure.

“Boy hasn’t even begun to be good, pet,” he murmured, beginning the gentle rhythm again and ignoring her groaned “Oh, no. I can’t…I couldn’t…”.

Her muttered denials trailed off as she determined to make him feel just as weak and sated as she did. With every thrust he made, she deliberately squeezed him, evoking his own groans of pleasure and causing him to speed up in spite of himself. Before long he was pounding in to her, his gasps of encouragement all she needed to continue her internal assault on his cock. As he neared the release he could not hold back and his gasps became closer to shouts, she was able to make out more of the words. When he couldn’t contain the “love you!” that exploded from his lips as he came, Buffy found the words did not frighten her as she had been sure they would. Instead, they stimulated her own shuddering release which seemed to go on and on as she felt Spike’s fangs once more slip into the marks on her throat.

Without thought, she grabbed the hard ridge of muscle at the side of his neck with her own teeth, biting down until the coppery taste in her mouth told her she’d drawn blood. She felt the vampire shuddering again as the bite sent him into another sudden orgasm. When he had finally subsided into small jerking motions of his hips, he managed to raise his head from her throat to ask, “Not that I’m complainin’, love, but what the hell was that?”

Putting her lips back on the small wound she had made, Buffy licked it gently and whispered, “Boy mine.” She refused to look at him, keeping her embarrassed face buried in his neck while Spike stared at her in happy confusion. When she wouldn’t look at him, he sighed and relaxed onto the bed, pulling her into his chest and rolling them onto their sides.

“Forever, Slayer. The boy is yours forever.”

(Guess I’ll wait till tomorrow before I tell her what she’s done. She doesn’t need to know that “forever” is a bit closer to the truth than she probably thinks it is.)


the end