Chapter 13

“Are you sure about this?”

Buffy nodded, leisurely lifting off her shirt and throwing it to the floor. “I’m very sure.”

Spike gulped, taking in the sight of her exposed chest, delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

She blushed at the compliment, moving to take off her skirt, until he stopped her.

“I’ll do that,” he whispered, gently pushing her to lie down on the bed.

Buffy watched in eager anticipation as he removed his clothing, not stopping until he was completely naked before her. She licked her lips, never before having seen such a perfect male specimen.

They were in his crypt, since Joyce had agreed to watch Dawn for the night, giving them some much needed alone time.

Spike lowered his body to hers, nuzzling her nose and taking her bottom lip into his mouth.

Buffy moaned when she felt his cold hands on her stomach, sliding her skirt off in one quick movement, giving her a rakish grin.

“No knickers, either? I’m very impressed.”

She shrugged. “They just get in the way.”

He chuckled. “You won’t get any complaints from me, sweetheart. If I had my way, you’d never wear knickers again.”

Buffy laughed, which turned into a gasp as he took her left nipple into his mouth, firmly sucking on it. She ran her fingers through his soft hair, closing her eyes in rapture.

Spike smothered her breasts with kisses, lowering his lips to her stomach, and lingering there for a moment. “It’s hard to believe you’ve had life growing in here. You’re so bloody tiny.”

“Good thing about being the Slayer, it wasn’t hard to get my figure back.”

Spike shook his head. “Somehow, I doubt your figure went anywhere.” He kissed her belly, tonguing her navel and smiling at the sound of her giggles. He always knew his Slayer was ticklish.

Buffy took a deep breath as his mouth moved lower, panicking when he spread her legs wider.

Spike felt her tense up, gazing into her eyes as he covered her mound with his hand. “Have you ever been tasted here before?”

She nodded, averting her stare from his. “Parker, he, uh, tried it once, but he said I didn’t taste good.”

Spike growled, wishing the boy was still in town, the flagpole wasn’t enough for that moron. “He’s a fucking git, love. I already know you’ll taste delicious, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought.”

“You don’t have to do it, Spike. I know some guys don’t like doing that.”

He smiled. “Something you need to know about me, baby. I’m not like most guys.”

Oh, she knew that very well, she thought, throwing her head back as his tongue invaded her entrance. “My God,” she gasped out.

“Been called many things in my life,” he responded, continuing to feast on her pussy, collecting all of the juices that gushed out of her. “Yeah, fucking idiot, you taste like honey. It’s the best bloody thing that I’ve ever had in my mouth.”

Buffy had to admit, he was really good on a woman’s ego. “Spike, fuck, I won’t be able to last much longer.”

He grinned up at her. “Let yourself go, pet. I’ll catch you.”

She did just that, crying out as her orgasm hit.

Spike drank every drop of her cum down, not letting any of it go to waste. Once finished, he gazed up at Buffy to see the sated expression on her face. “Ready for more?”

Buffy nodded when she finally got her breathing under control. “I have all night.”

He prowled up her body, giving her a peck on the lips. “You sure you want this with me, Buffy?”

She didn’t hesitate with her answer. “I love you, Spike. I won’t have any regrets.”

He would not tear up. No, it wasn’t going to happen this time. Instead, he tenderly kissed her lips, moving his hand to her pussy and sliding two fingers inside, making sure she was still good and wet.

Buffy arched her back, giving him better access to her core.

When Spike felt that she was ready, he positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly pushed inside, never removing his mouth from hers. Spike pumped in and out of her, keeping a slow rhythm, until she would no longer stand it.

“Harder, Spike, you won’t hurt me.”

He was happy to oblige as he thrust harder and faster into her cunny, burying his head in her neck. Her blood called to him, but he wouldn’t allow himself to bite her again.

Buffy could tell what he was thinking, trailing her hands down his back. “It’s okay, I want you to.”

Spike shook his head, glancing up at her. “I don’t want to lose control with you.”

She smiled. “You won’t. I trust you, Spike. I know that you would never hurt me.”

He lowered his head back to her throat; licking the sweat from her flesh as his face changed, fangs gently penetrating her neck.

Buffy moaned, holding him closer to her.

Spike felt the bloodlust trying to take over as he drank her blood, but he squashed it down, being careful not to take too much. He sensed her walls fluttering around him when she came, and he removed his fangs and licked the wound closed, before yelling out his release right behind her, moving off of her after a moment.

They both lay there panting hard, even though he didn’t need to.

Spike turned to her, brushing the sweaty hair off of her face. “You’re so bloody amazing.”

Buffy blushed again, her last two partners leaving her miserable afterwards, but she knew Spike would be different.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

She gazed into his eyes, feeling that her heart might burst out of her chest. “I love you, too.”

It wasn’t long before they both fell into a peaceful slumber.


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“Can you believe this guy? That is not how real vampires act.”

Spike chuckled, cuddling her closer to him. “It’s an old movie, love. They get everything wrong about us.”

Buffy scrunched up her nose. “It’s just not right.”

Spike smiled fondly at her, knowing that he could really get used to this. Buffy was snuggled up in his chair with him, watching some old horror movies. It was perfect, but all good things must come to an end.

The crypt door burst open, both turning to the entrance to see a very agitated blonde vampire.

“Bloody hell, does no one knock? What the fuck are you doing back here, Harmony?”

Her eyes widened at the sight of them so cozy together, but she quickly got to the point. “You have to hide me. I don’t have anywhere to go since you kicked me out; those soldier guys are still after me.”

Spike rolled his eyes. “Can you possibly go one night without nearly being captured?”

“I didn’t actually see them, but I know they’re out there. Please, can I just stay here for a little while? I promise not to try and seduce you again, since I see you’re already with her. She saved my life and all, so I won’t do anything to get in your way. You won’t even know I’m here.”

Spike groaned. “Just go downstairs, I’ll deal with you later.”

Harmony raised her eyebrows. “I thought I wasn’t allowed down there?”

“Only when I’m down there; right now, I don’t want you up here.”

She quickly nodded and hurried to the lower level, leaving them to their privacy.

Spike turned back to the girl on his lap. “What do you think?”

Buffy shrugged. “I don’t like the idea of her being here, especially after last time, but I trust you. We should probably keep an eye on her, but we seriously need to find her another crypt.”

Spike chuckled, kissing her forehead. “First thing tomorrow night, we’ll go crypt hunting. Do you really think the soldiers are still after her?”

“I don’t know, it didn’t seem like Riley would bother with her anymore after our last conversation, but I haven’t seen much of him lately. I was hoping he would have come to his senses by now,” she finished with a pout.

“He’s been in this for too long, love. The wanker thinks he’s doing the right thing, it’ll probably take a lot more for him to ever reconsider his actions.”

Buffy nodded, knowing that he was probably right.

They heard something crashing downstairs, causing Spike to let out another groan.

“I’m going to fucking kill that bint.”