“Bu—Slayer, please don’t.” Spike tried to wrestle the armful of amorous blonde he had managed to catch hold of as she had pounced, and failed miserably.

Buffy ignored him and wrestled his shirt off his body, giving his hair an extra ruffle for good measure. He was cuteness personified with the curls and the confused baby blues. She had settled on seducing him into submission as no amount of talking seemed to work. She had to thank the stinky snot demon for lowering her inhibitions, otherwise they may never have gotten to this position again. And she had to say, a quivering Spike shaped lump beneath her was of the good.

“Why not,” she whispered huskily as she arched a fine brow at him and busied herself with his belt buckle. She pulled if off with a flourish and threw it over her shoulder. “There, that must feel a bit better?” She undid a couple of buttons and then gave him an impish smile, her busy fingers toying with the dark curls peaking out of his jeans.

“I…don’t know what to do…” Spike cursed himself for stumbling over the words that begged to be said. His gaze was riveted on the nymph of his nightmares and dreams who was straddling him and touching the dusting of curls that peeked out of his jeans. Her finger trailed up and began to trace a lazy pattern up his muscled abdomen. His ripped muscles seemed to be calling to her fingers; Buffy’s tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she traced her index finger around his belly button. The softness of his skin belied the strength of his body and she smiled as she felt him exhale shakily, his entire body quivering as her finger dipped in.

She knew if she assaulted his senses some more then the sensualist she remembered and loved would appear. Buffy’s entire being froze – know and love? Oh my god, I love him, I love Spike. Since when?

Since forever, that often ignored voiced piped up in her head. The same one that sounded suspiciously like her mom’s. Buffy frowned slightly, a small wrinkle appearing between her brows, and stared down at Spike as if seeing him for the first time. Any lingering inebriation from the slime faded entirely with her realisation.

‘Christ, she’s frowning…She’s realised who she’s rubbing up against like a cat in heat…Oh god, I hurt the girl.’ Spike hands reached up and grasped her nude form. He lifted her gingerly off him and set her down on the mattress before moving to get up. Only to be stopped by a touch. Spike glanced down at his shoulder and there it was. Her hand, the same one that dealt death to his kind nightly, had dealt him pain and bruises all last year and was now caressing his skin as if it had found something precious.

“Spike, don’t leave,” she whispered against the nape of his neck as her legs glided alongside his and her arms slipped around his torso, anchoring his back against her body. His eyes flashed citrine for a moment at the sensation of her warm body pressing into his and the diamond hard tips of her breasts were trying to burn holes into his back. In a dreamlike trance, he looked down and watched his hand cover hers and squeeze her thin fingers tenderly.

“Buff—Slayer, I have to go.”

“Spike, I just realised something. Something I’ve known for a long while but never let myself accept.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Spike jolted away from her embrace and tried to get off the bed, only to have a Slayer clinging onto his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and squeezing hard. “Love, that’s the demon slime speaking. You’ll regret saying that and everything you’ve done in the morning and I can’t go through that agai…” He stopped as her teeth bit down hard on the juncture of his neck. Right over his turning mark. His cock re-hardened and forced its way out of his jeans and he growled, his demon wresting aside the soul and making itself known. “You’re playing with fire, Slayer.”

“I know. It’s the only way to get rid of angsty Spike. Now listen. Somehow…somewhere the crumbs all pressed together and became cookie dough, and now the dough is all baked and ready for you. Spike, I love you and I know you still love me. I see the looks you give me when you think I’m not looking. I can sense your every mood and feeling. Don’t ask me how or why, I just do, and if you think I’m gonna let your soul stop us from being happy then you really are a dumb blond.”

‘She said it.’ Spike pulled her unresisting form around him and settled her in his lap. Arranging her legs on either side of him and running a shakey finger up her cleavage, he wrapped his hand around her neck. “Look at me, love, and say it again,” he whispered.

Buffy realised that he thought she was playing with his mind and emotions. Reaching up with a shaking hand, she traced the outline of his lips and smiled at him. Spike stared solemnly at her, his heart in his mouth and his eyes pleading with her not to break him again.

Then she smiled at her vampire. The same pestiferous one that had fought firmly by her side for much longer than the other -- who had her back longer than the other. Who had loved her family, unlike the other. The same one who had got a soul for her; unlike the other, he had to be cursed with his. The same one who wanted to live with her daily and put up with her quirks and human frailties, unlike the other – who would rather have her standing on that pedestal that he was so fond of. She wanted Spike, who was also prepared to die by her side, unlike the other. Who loved her with his entire being, before and after his soul, unlike the other. He was light to the other’s dark and she loved him with every ounce of her being.

Spike returned her beatific smile with a tentative one that barely reached his eyes, and watched her full pouting lips move in the words he had craved to hear for so long. His body was taut with anticipation and he leant forward slightly. He was disbelieving that the moment he had craved, dreamt about in his crypt and wondered if he would ever hear, was finally here. And even now he was waiting for her to crush him with a cruel laugh and a stake to the heart.

But it never came.

Instead his ears were filled with her soft, sweet words.

“I love you, Spike.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Buffy opened her mouth wide, inviting his tongue to take possession, curling hers around his and engaging in the age-old duel of lovers. He searched her mouth, slanting his head and pressing his cool chest against her erect nipples. He rubbed them with his soft skin and snuck his hands up for an occasional squeeze of each aching nubbin. Buffy pulled away with a gasp and watched as his dextrous fingers tugged and twisted her nipples, the pressure he applied turning them almost white. The pain sent jolts of arousal through her entire nervous system; she ground her clit down on his cock, rocking against it with small grunts escaping her partially opened mouth.

Spike groaned at the loss of her lips and tongue and leant over and traced the corners of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. He teased and lured her tongue back into his mouth. His hands slid down her arms to caress her undulating backside, savouring the soft skin. Breaking off the kiss, he gasped into her mouth his love and adoration. She inhaled his words and moaned as his mouth and tongue teased at her throat, searching out all her favourite zones. With each sweep of his tongue and nip of his blunt teeth, her core clenched and released another flood of juices, saturating his jeans. The scent would be embedded in the fabric for all time; she whimpered and ground down against his erection again, trying to ease her arousal.

“Spike, I need…Oh…” She shook as Spike brushed her lips with his and massaged her lower back. One hand cupping her soft backside and holding her nude form close, unwilling to let her move away from him for a second. Not now that he had her in his arms. Part of him still believed he was dreaming and it was only through constant contact with her lithe body that Spike could reassure himself she was there and wanted him. Loved him.

“Say it again,” he whispered against her lips.

“Love you…love you.” Then she pulled away with a frown. Spike’s eyes were shut as he licked his lips, savouring her taste.

“Ow, woman your nails are sharp!” He wriggled away from her. Twisting his head from side to side, checking the bright red scratches on his flanks, his balls twitched at the sight of them against his pale skin.

“You haven’t said it,” she pouted.

His eyes darkened to a deep indigo and with a lithe twist of his hips, he shifted their positions and Buffy lay on her back beneath him, her thighs cradling him. She stared up expectantly, wanting to hear the words that she had denied so many times fall from his lips.

“Love you, Slayer.” Spike leaned forward and kissed the pout off her lips. “With all my heart and soul. Darling sweet girl, you are the only reason I am still here in this godforsaken world.”

“I love you, Buffy.” He slid further down and kissed the hollow of her throat. His hands were busy running up and down her sides, teasing the soft sides of her breasts on each stroke. “Love all of you-- even the grumpy bits.” He grinned and nipped at her pouty lips.

“Ohh…” Buffy wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him to her throat as he whispered the words over and over against her satin smooth skin. She wriggled against his crotch and frowned at the jeans that were still covering him. With a surge of her hips, Spike was on his back and lying submissively under her. “You’re wearing waaaayy too much.” With that she turned and straddled his chest. Offering him a view that men would die for, her dew slicked cleft was within inches of his mouth. The scent of her arousal painted the air, and his hands were unable to resist reached for her hips and pulling her back onto his waiting mouth.

Buffy’s eyes crossed at the first swipe of his oh so talented tongue. She swore the whole curling against the back of his teeth thing was just to get the muscles nice and firm so he could do -- guh.

“Spiiiiike!” Her fingers dug into his stomach-- giving him a frisson of pain to add to his arousal-- and her toes curled into the sheets at the first pass of his tongue. It danced along the edges of her cleft, sampling the slick juices of her excitement. Spike purred, finally at peace with himself.

She fumbled with the rest of his buttons and managed to free his raging cock from its denim confinement; it unerringly leapt into her sweat soaked hands. Dazedly she watched as Spike kicked off his boots. Reluctantly, she let go of his erection and slid his jeans down his lean hips, her warm mouth pressing kisses along the sides of his hips as the pale skin was revealed.

His cock painted her breasts and cleavage with precum, anointing her with his desire as she moved down to nibble at the soft flesh of his inner thighs. Her movements drew her from his mouth. Spike licked his dew soaked lips and watched as her inner thighs became slick with even more of her arousal. Her puffy inner lips were swelling with her excitement and calling to him

He reached up, grasped her slender waist and yanked her firmly onto his face and returned to his task of driving her completely insane. His lips caressed the skin on the inside of her thighs, collecting the musky sweet liquid that oozed from her opening and slid down her skin. He growled happily, nipping gently with his teeth then laving the mark with his oh-so-talented tongue. Buffy squealed and her feet kicked as her arousal grew, but Spike held her down. Delicately, Spike moved his tongue closer to her centre. Languidly, he licked along the full length of one of her nether lips, and then repeated the action on the other.

"Please, please, please!" Buffy sobbed, then yelped as Spike touched her clit with the tip of his tongue and swirled around the small nubbin; it twitched and flexed under his tender ministrations. Then he took a deep breath and his tongue teased her entrance before finally wrapping his lips around the bundle of sensitive nerves and sucking hard. He licked at her secretions as they poured from her core. Slowly and ravenously, Spike's mouth built her towards orgasm. Buffy panted, her hot breath teasing the tip of his cock as she gasped against it.

With a feather-light touch, Spike's fingers danced over her labia until she squirmed and whimpered. She had to have more of the bliss he could evoke with a single touch of his fingers – no. Wanted more. His teasing was keeping her on the white hot knife’s edge of pure ecstasy and she needed him to send her over the edge.

“Please god—Spike, need you too,” she whispered against his thigh, her fiery hot cheek burning him. Her eyelids fluttered open and she move over slightly, laving the base of his cock, hoping he would stop teasing her. Her torso was plastered to his stomach, her breasts mashed against his body and the sweat pouring off her anointed him. Her hands were grasping at him.

“Spike, your fingers, I need them.” She panted and then reached over with one hand and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, tempted to pull them off if he didn’t, LOL! ‘oh god, there…’

Two fingers entered her slick and straining passage and pumped into her willing body. His mouth swooped down and attacked her swollen lips, suckling them and pulling them with his teeth. A shriek erupted from her as a result of the invasion and she slammed her hips down to maximize the contact with Spike's mouth and fingers. Her legs slid further apart. Buffy curled her feet under his shoulders and slumped loosely on his body, leaving herself open to him. To do whatever he wished.

“Spike, thank you. Oh god,” she gasped. “Love you,” she whimpered as his dextrous fingers curled into her sheath and began to pump slowly in and out. His mouth busy on her clit, teeth nibbling it delicately and then sucking it into the coolness of his mouth as he drank her down. There was a wet sucking noise as his fingers churned in and out of her welcoming depths. Buffy moaned against his cock and then began to lick and suck at it, determined to bring him over the edge with her.

Dispensing with any teasing, she exhaled deeply and took him in to the root in a swift move, just like he had taught her. It had taken a long night with the two of them working to achieve this and as she relaxed her gag reflex and felt him slip further down her throat, Buffy smirked as best she could around his cock. She swallowed rapidly and relaxing her throat muscles.

Spike tore his mouth away from her pink nub and groaned. “Christ woman, warn a man,” he gasped against her before returning to feast on her warm and slick flesh. His eyes rolled back behind closed lids as she swallowed his cock, the heat of her mouth and throat scalding him. Buffy’s lips curved into a smile around him as she hummed and moaned, the vibrations tipping him over the edge and into a frenzy of bliss.

It had been too long for both of them and within moments of each other, they fell into the blissful abyss that they craved. The scent of their combined lust and completion painted the air with erotic appeal. It effectively re-engergised the supernatural lovers as they lay together panting and kissing whatever flesh was near to their mouths. Buffy laved the tip of his wrung out member delicately, trying to capture the last of his spendings and savour them.

Spike sighed and hauled Buffy’s lax form around and cradled her against his side. He pressed a soft kiss against her temple. “Missed you,” he sighed and then rolled her on top of him for a deep toe curling kiss, the ones that he had loved giving her before it had gone wrong last year. She often wondered if he were trying to devour her with his lips. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue and wondered if he could taste himself on hers.

“Let me in, I need to be inside…” Spike panted against her lips. His hands moved restlessly on her slickened back. Buffy pressed tiny kisses over his straining face and widened her legs, letting his now erect cock slide between her slippery lips, the tip of it nudging insistently against her clit. She raised herself slightly on her hands, her hair dropping around their faces, cocooning them as she stared down at their groins. She could see the tip of his erection nestled against her soaked cleft. Buffy moaned at the sight of the pearly drop that seeped out of the tip and dropped onto his flexing stomach muscles. Fascinated she sat up and slid back slightly and stared down at Spike.

“Love, what are you doing?” Spike leaned on his elbows and stared curiously at his girl as she stared at where they met wondering what she was so intrigued by.

“Hm?” she ignored him and slid back further, revealing more of his erection to her entranced eyes. Unable to resist, she reached down and traced her thumb over the tip capturing the liquid and brought it to her mouth. Spike tried not to whimper as her pink tongue darted out and tasted him. She gave him a sphinx-like smile and then raised her hips off his. Freeing his cock, it snaked upwards and towards her moist heat, unerringly searching for its home.

Spike’s lust hazed eyes ran over her slender body as it hovered over his. Her stomach muscles were rippling in anticipation of the pleasure his cock would give her; her sweet breasts were swollen with arousal, a soft pink blush covering them as her nipples engorged with blood and darkened slightly. But most important was the look of love she was directing at him. So entranced was he that he missed her viper fast hand as it struck, grabbing him and then positioning him.

Both their heads dropped back and they moaned in unison as she sank down on his erection. Buffy twitched her hips slightly, trying to get his girth into her. It had been too long and her muscles were tight against him.

“Slowly, love. Don’t wanna…oh… Christ, hurt you,” Spike panted. Part of his brain was screaming with delirious joy to be back inside her while the other part was worried about hurting her.

Buffy bit her lower lip and rested her hands on his stomach, bracing herself as she gently eased him in. Her sheath strained and rippled against the intrusion and slowly the copious juices her body had released helped aid their mutual goal. His earlier ministrations had loosened her slightly and she slid down the final two inches easily, taking him into her body. Time seemed to stand still for them. She wriggled slightly to get comfortable, their coarse curls mingling and joining together.

She had missed this. The slow burn of her muscles as they accommodated his girth, the curve in his cock that tickled her inside in just the right place. But most importantly, she had missed that awestruck look in his eyes, so reminiscent of their first union. She returned his gaze with one of her own and then leant over and kissed him. Squeaking as her movements forced his cock upwards and the increased the pressure of his pubic bone on her over sensitised clit.

“Love you, love you, love you…”she whispered against his mouth and sighed as he whispered back his love for her. Slowly his hands began to move, encouraging her hips to move on his. Their gaze never wavered, blue locked with hazel as she began to move in the age-old rhythm of all lovers. Her slender hips moving slowly around in small circles, but gradually sped up to a frantic rhythm. The speed of her gyrations left them both panting. Spike’s fingers dug into her hips so hard she began to bruise. He planted his feet flat on the mattress to give him leverage and pushed upwards, sending her into spasms as his cock slid in and out of her grasping channel. The only sounds in the room were their pants and gasps of pleasure as they relearned each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths.

Arching her back bow taut and shifting her pelvis as she rose and fell, Buffy ran her hands up her body and gripped her breasts, her fingers digging in as pleasure spun through her system. Her sweat soaked hair clung lightly to her back and shoulders as her mouth opened in a silent scream of bliss. Spike stared at the siren writhing around on his cock, his hands gripping her thighs, anchoring her to him. He slipped his right hand inwards and towards where they were joined and watched fascinated as his cock moved in and out of her. Her inner lips clung wetly to his column as it appeared and disappeared. His fingers slipped in and spread her swollen and straining lower lips so his eyes could devour the singular sight of their lovemaking. He circled her clit, teasing it with the smooth rhythmic motions, edging her closer and closer to fulfilment.

Her distended clit called too him, it was engorged with her excitement and the constant rubbing against his body. His index finger dropped down and he pressed it hard.

“Oh…Spike,” Buffy whimpered as a mini orgasm rippled through her body and she dropped her head forward and suckled on his corded throat. Her core throbbed around his erection, massaging him internally with the same muscles that Faith had taunted him with all those years ago.

“Sit up, love. I want to see you,” he hissed.

Her rosy nipples were spiked and hard from his attention and her want of him. She could feel the wetness flood between her legs as she felt him looking at her with hot eyes. Spike moved both hands upwards, his calloused fingers trailing over her soft stomach, pausing to dip in and tickle her flanks, his eyes devouring her body as she giggled and wriggled on him. His mouth watered at the sight of her pink nubs tightening and hardening into peaks, ready for his watering mouth. His finger skittered over her ribs and recommitted to his memory the softness of the undersides of her plump breasts. He stared deeply into her lust hazed eyes as he reached up to grasp her breasts, rubbing and stroking them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Buffy’s mouth opened in a guttural gasp of pleasure as her darling vampire twisted and pulled at her nipples, sending jolts of desire to her womb.

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open and shut as her rhythmic bouncing and the spasms of her inner muscles on Spike's cock increased. Her hands ran over his shoulders and downwards, retracing long forgotten paths across his shivering skin. Her fingers settled on his nipples and she scratched her index fingernails over the tight nubs. Dipping her head down, her hips never hesitating as she rode him hard, Buffy nibbled on the pale pink nubs, her tongue curling around the pert nipple as she alternated between them both. Not wanting to leave either out of the fun and games, Spike’s hand tangled in her hair and tugged her tormenting mouth away from his hypersensitive skin. He pulled her head to the side and stared mesmerised at the pulse point fluttering under her golden skin. His mouth watered and fangs ached, wanting to plunge into the virgin territory of her unmarked skin – but his soul pulled his demon back, instead he laved the pulse with his tongue and purred quietly.

Buffy pulled away, not wanting to miss a single expression on his face. She cupped his cheeks in her hands, her thumbs rubbing up and down over his angular cheekbones. His expression could only be described as ravenous.

Her intense gaze was too much for him and Spike lowered blunt teeth to Buffy's shoulder and bit gently and then soothed the reddened spot with his tongue. The flavour of her sweat-slicked skin hummed through his being as his balls tightened against him. His hands cradled her slender form against his torso, her diamond hard pink nipples tracing small circles as her hips churned against his.

His cock was working its usual magic inside her. Long forgotten muscles were straining and aching under his vigorous yet loving onslaught. Buffy whimpered as she shifted on his cock, her inner walls fluttering and rippling around his velvet hardness.

Spike grunted, but couldn't form words. All higher brain functions had shut down as soon as she had taken him inside her. He smiled as he guided her hips in slow, steady movements. Spike's fingers closed around Buffy's swollen nipples and teased them gently until she shrieked and arched against his hands. She opened her eyes and pulled his head down for a kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she began to suckle on it greedily, all the while arching her body further into the experienced hands that were teasing and plucking at her nipples. Spike cupped her breasts, cradling them reverently as he watched his vixen of a Slayer riding him into oblivion. His eager eyes focused on the drop of sweat that was clinging tenuously to her lower lip and he shifted upwards, cradling her against his body and licked it off.

‘She tastes sweeter than wine’.

He tumbled her onto her back and, without losing a beat, his hips surged into her hers with a gentle ferocity. Amber flickered in his eyes as the emotional impact of where he was began to seep into his consciousness. His slayer was under him: wet, willing and moaning like a hellcat as he ploughed into her. Spike growled slightly as the feelings of utter joy and bliss flooded him and he swooped down for a feral kiss. Lips and tongues clashed as their hips pumped against each other. Buffy’s legs dropped open and Spike hooked his forearms under her knees and pulled them up and apart, opening her to his cock even more.

“Spike!” Buffy’s eyes widened in bliss as her hips shifted her body welcoming his churning cock deeper. Her heels slithered on the rumpled sheets as her arms wrapped around his neck; she tried to anchor herself under the sexual storm he was evoking in her.

“Love you…can’t last much longer,” he panted, just as she screamed through her orgasm. He ground down as hard as he could, holding himself still as she rode out the crest of her climax. Her skin turned pink and her body tightened and relaxed as her nerve endings began to tingle even more. Spike gritted his teeth. Not wanting to spend himself in her yet, he pressed his cock in hard and rocked his pubic bone on her now over sensitised clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her again and again.

Buffy tossed her head from side to side, her mouth moving soundlessly as she gave another pretty shudder. Her sheath was massaging his cock over and over in a series rippling waves and hiccupped around him. Spike’s face shifted into his game face and then melted away into his mortal visage with each shudder. She was sending him over the edge and he wanted more. She felt like molten steal under him, her body undulating in a loose-limbed way, causing his fangs to drop and his mouth and being crave the salty sweet taste of her skin and blood.

“Spike, please.” Her voice was husky and it cracked slightly as she shifted under him. She licked her lips and ran her hands along her pinned thighs and up his arms over and over. Her breath was quickening with each jolt of pleasure that he gave her. Unable to resist, she plunged her hand between them and captured her swollen nub between her index finger and thumb, giving it a definite twist. It sent another series of mini orgasms through her already humming system. “I need more, sweetheart…”

Spike looked down and watched her busy fingers as they rubbed and twisted her distended red clit and massaged around the base of his cock as it rested in her, twitching occasionally in response to her spasms. She gave him a naughty smile, one that usually preceded one of her more outrageous tricks, and then he blinked.

“Taste me,” Buffy cooed as she slathered her nipples with her juices. He was her willing slave; he could do nothing but obey. Spike dipped his head and laved both of her breasts, tasting her arousal which fuelled his own. ‘Dirty minx, love you for it, you randy bint.’ He tipped his head back and gritted his teeth, his face set in lines of concentration, determined not to come.

Buffy tugged on his curls and pulled him down for another kiss -- she couldn’t get enough of him. It had been so long and finally he was with her and surrounding her with his essence. She felt complete, safe and whole. Buffy sighed happily and then tilted her hips upwards as another fluttering orgasm hit her and she groaned against his closed lips.

“Open you mouth, Spike,” she hissed, desperate to kiss him again. “Let me in, please. I need to taste you”. He leant down and devoured her sweet lips. His fangs inadvertently nicked her and a bead of blood welled up. Spike caught her lower lip and suckled the crimson sweetness away, and then his demon shoved the soul aside with a purring snarly growl.

Buffy managed a meep of excitement before all her energy was focussed on surviving the sensual assault on her body as Spike vamped out with a hearty growl; his hips began to resume the punishing rhythm he had stopped. With each thrust, her breath was knocked out of her with a loud grunt. She tossed her head from side to side on the crushed pillow and hung on as best she could. Spike snarled, all sense of the soul and gentleness gone. Her cheeks and neck were flushed a crimson red, the blood rushing under her skin calling to his demon.

His rough tongue traced circles over her pulse point and scraped over the much-hated scars left by his family. He wanted to bite and tear them off her golden skin, but the barest trace of his soul clung on and stopped him. Instead, Spike contended himself with teasing them with his fangs, heightening her arousal. He would never bite her over these marks, not unless she begged him and even then, he was unsure as to whether or not he could. It would mean hurting her more than he wanted to.

He pounded into her core over and over, determined to take her further than he had ever managed before. The headboard slammed into the wall rhythmically as he drove into her molten wetness. Buffy screamed at the top of her lungs and clung onto Spike, trying to hold him to her. But his rapid lunges knocked her arms loose, she threw them above her head and clutched onto the pillows. Her action arched her body and breasts upwards, towards her lover’s mouth.

She shifted slightly as burning hot bursts of pain erupted from her tightening core, heightening her pleasure. Spike shifted his arms slightly, bending her legs back to her shoulders and changing the angle of penetration. He could feel the muscles in her powerful legs flexing and releasing as she pointed her toes and curled them over and over in time to his thrusts. The scent of her body, the sweat, blood and arousal swarmed his senses and he began to purr at her.

Buffy tried to arch her back a bit to accommodate her new position, and failed. He had her firmly pinned under his weight. Spike was lost in the passion evoked between them and was unaware that her face was reddening from lack of oxygen and not pleasure. She twisted her hips and tried to wriggle free, the combination of her arousal and breathlessness were causing black spots to appear before her lust hazed eyes. Despite the danger of suffocation from his feral lovemaking, it also heightened her arousal and her excitement doubled. She grunted once and then began to kick her legs. The new position was forcing the remaining air from her lungs and she couldn’t breath.

Instantly he realised that his girl was not happy and Spike let her legs drop. Apologies bubbled from his lips, as the fear that he had hurt the girl filled him again. She stilled his panicked apologise with her index finger and smiled up at him. Buffy took a deep breath and sighed in relief. Her legs were splayed loosely apart, the muscles unwilling to move and she stared avidly into the amber eyes of her love as he moved lithely between them. Arching her back she languidly cradled the back of his head in one hand and pushed him down to the needy peak of her breast. She needed to make sure he didn’t disappear into the mindset of crazy basement Spike and she offered the only thing she could think of.

“Spike, please…” she chanted as her mind began to fill with white-hot pleasure. She could feel the tension building up in her loins from his cock pounding into her, filling her with an aching need. A dreamlike longing filled her as the soreness from between her legs changed to endless desire.

Spike’s fangs teased the tight peak she had offered him as he licked her. Then he froze at her grunted words.

“Bite me please, Spike…there… now. Please.”

He tried to pull his head free of her demanding and strong fingers but she had a firm hold of his curls and clung on with a death grip. Pulling him slowly back down to her nipple. His neck muscles were tense under her fingers and she watched as his tongue curled around an incisor, his gaze riveted to the feast she was offering him. Then, with a snarl, he struck.

It was pure heaven, or as near as he could ever dream to be. She tasted of sugar and spice and everything nice. Her blood was a pure nirvana and as he drank his cock erupted into her. The combination of her blood and divine quim strangling his cock was too much and he roared against her skin as his spine stiffened.

Buffy screamed at the sting of his fangs sliding into her willing flesh. The pain was tempered with the feel of his erection surging into her over and over. Her fingers knotted in his hair, holding him in place. With each strong pull of his mouth her core tightened against his cock, milking him of everything he had to give. Doubly penetrated by his cock and his fangs, she was adrift in a cloud of bliss, one that she wished she had experienced before with him. All she could feel was him, her silken sheath filled with his cool spendings, rapidly becoming warmed by her scalding heat.

Retracting his fangs from the bite around her aureola, Spike lapped at the seeping wounds and kissed the marks gently. Unable to resist tasting her again, his fangs teased around her nipple, scratching it and adding more pleasure to her already overwrought body. He delicately pierced the peak and then suckled at her breast like a new born. She offered a whimper to him as the fang slid through the tiny peak and tugged at her. She looked down fascinated at the sight of him suckling from her breast, the sheer eroticism of his ministration sending her into bliss again. She gasped soundlessly, unsure how many more orgasms her exhausted body could take.

The reunited lovers slumped against each other, lost in a haze of pleasure and completion.

“Love me, Spike, for good, don’t ever leave. Promise me?” she whispered tiredly against his throat. “No matter what they say or what comes, stay with me. Please,” she begged.

Spike gently cradled her and rolled them onto their sides. His cock slithered reluctantly from her; whimpering at the loss, Buffy undulated her body against his and looped her leg over his hip, pressing their groins together. Her breasts flattened against his heaving chest, smearing against him specks of blood. Spike pressed fevered kisses to her face as his demonic visage slipped away.

“Never leave you. My Slayer, my Buffy, my love and heart.” His bright blue eyes burned with a fervent passion. “M’yours till the end of time.”