Betaed by Maria and Flight Of Fancy.


“Come.” Buffy took Spike’s hand and pulled him to the only chair in the room, where she raised her hands to his shoulders and pushed his coat down his arms. She folded the garment neatly, and placed it over the back of the chair. Then she bent her knees to crouch down in front of him, helping him with his boots.

After the laces had been dealt with and Spike had kicked off his boots, it was his turn to kneel down and help Buffy take off her shoes. Down on the floor, kneeling on one knee, Spike just had to look up at her and couldn’t help basking in the love shining from her eyes. He knew she saw the same look of wonder and devotion in his gaze, too.

Spike took Buffy’s hands in his, and stood. Their eyes were locked for a moment, wrapping them in their feelings, almost like they were being covered by a warm blanket. Hand in hand, they turned as one and entered the bathroom.

Spike pulled Buffy’s top over her head. He crumpled it in one hand, as the other lightly touched her breast, teasingly circling a nipple.

Buffy could feel moisture forming between her folds. When Spike moved his hand from her breast, she lifted hers to Spike’s shoulders and pushed off his red dress shirt, letting it fall to the floor. Then her hands reached for the hem of his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

Spike’s arms went around her, and found the zipper at the back of her skirt. He tugged sharply downwards, letting the swirl of fabric join his shirt on the floor. The buttons of Spike’s jeans took a bit of effort for Buffy, before she could push them down his legs. After she had removed them from his feet, and was on her way back up, Buffy couldn’t resist the temptation, and placed a soft kiss on the tip of his erection.

A hiss escaped through the vampire’s clenched teeth. Buffy’s hot breath on his cock had caused him to swell even more. The kiss had taken him completely by surprise, his body taut and shaking with the desire to grab her. Spike used all the control he had gained over his years as a master vampire to overcome his impulse to jump her.

Spike opened his eyes when Buffy cupped his cheek, looking worried. Smiling softly, he turned his head and kissed her palm. Buffy let her hand fall down, as Spike raised his own to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Then he leaned in and stole a kiss before he bent his knees to pull off her red thong, the last thing left on her body.

Standing up, Spike let his eyes roam over Buffy. He opened his mouth to speak, but then changed his mind. They hadn’t yet spoken a word while undressing each other. This pocket of time seemed holy to them. Their silence was appropriate.

Again together, hands entwined, they turned to the shower.

Buffy took the sponge, while Spike turned the water on. With the soaped up sponge, Buffy started to wash her vampire down, beginning with his shoulders and moving slowly down over his abs.

Spike twisted a bit when the sponge touched his sides. It tickled, something that Buffy didn’t know about him, and definitely something she decided to remember for a rainy day.

Down on her knees, she gestured for him to lift his foot, and proceeded to wash it, toe by toe. His other foot got the same treatment.

Still on her knees, Buffy stretched up and took the body wash, squishing a large dollop out onto her hand. After she had lathered the soap up, she took a firm grip on Spike’s erection with one hand, her small fingers not quite able to reach around it. Her other hand cradled his scrotum.

Her soap covered hand on his erection moved up and down, while the other played with his balls, taking extra care that he was clean.

The way Buffy was scrubbing him had Spike whimpering in need but, after just a few more strokes, she released him. Buffy stood up and pushed his shoulders to make him turn, washing his back when he cooperated.

Thinking she was finished, Spike started to turn around, but she stopped him again with a hand on his back. Gently, Buffy pulled him under the water, and then reached for the shampoo. He moaned in bliss as she massaged the lather into his scalp.

After he had rinsed the soap out of his hair, Spike reached for her special brand of body wash, the one that smelled like vanilla.

He poured a large portion out onto his palm, rubbing his hands together. When his hands were completely covered in foam, Spike reached for Buffy. She moaned in bliss when he was finally touching her naked skin.

Spike washed Buffy with his bare hands. He started at her shoulders, massaging them lightly, getting the tension out of them. A long time was spent at her breasts. They had never been this thoroughly washed before, her nipples standing at attention in response to his caress.

Buffy was sure this was his evil revenge: torture by petting. Leaning back in the shower, she pushed her breasts into his hands.

Spike’s hands moved over Buffy’s stomach, with short trips back to her breasts and the sides of her torso. On his knees, he concentrated on Buffy’s sex, parting her lips in his quest for cleanliness.

Stroking her hip with one hand, the thumb of his other hand circled her clit. As Spike finally moved his hand down her thigh, the other left her sex and moved up to Buffy’s neglected hip.

One leg at a time, Spike used both of his hands to slowly cover Buffy in a thin layer of soap. Up and down he went. He occasionally brushed lightly against her sex, teasing her.

Spike washed her feet and found that he wasn’t the only one who was ticklish. He stood and pulled her under the water.

First he washed her hair with shampoo. After rinsing that out, he worked conditioner through her long blonde tresses. From experience, Spike knew that the conditioner needed to stay in her hair for a while, so he piled it up on top of her head with a butterfly clip. That done, her hair was out of the way so he could wash her back.

Leaning against the wall, Buffy’s hands supported her body, relaxing under Spike’s attention. His fingers were digging into her flesh, kneading her muscles.

Buffy felt boneless when Spike pulled her under the tepid water to rinse. He had to support her, or she would have collapsed like a rag doll.

Chest to chest, Spike was getting the last of the conditioner out of her hair, while she nuzzled his throat. He straightened her up, looked her over, and made sure she was free of any soap, before he took another dive under the water himself.

Buffy’s legs had steadied again after Spike had released her. She reached for the bowls that were still sitting on the counter, turning back to Spike with one in each hand.

Spike shook his head like a dog coming in from the rain, a hand reaching up to run through his hair. When he saw Buffy watching him, he stood still and looked at her, tilting his head.

She handed one of the bowls to Spike.

Their eyes locked for a moment, before Buffy held her hand under the shower and collected a little water, carefully mixing it into the herbs to form a paste.

Spike did the same, and then turned off the shower. Buffy started to spread the herbs over his body, and he copied her, taking advantage of the opportunity to caress her soft skin once again.

When they were both covered in the fragrant paste, Buffy took Spike’s hands in hers and chanted for a few minutes.

When she was done, Spike wanted to start the water running again and step under the shower to get the herbs off his skin, but Buffy kept hold of his hands, stopping him. When she had his attention, she released one of his hands and ran hers over his chest, causing him to catch it and look down. The herbs were gone. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.

The only answer he got was a smile and a shrug, as she turned to lead him out of the bathroom. Slightly damp, they stepped into the circle around the bed, careful not to disturb the herbs that Buffy had poured on the floor earlier.

Buffy passed Spike the lighter that he had placed on his nightstand and gave him a quick peck on the lips, before she moved to the other side of the bed.

She took the matches that were on her bedside table, and started to light the tea lights. A glance at Spike showed that he was doing the same on his side of the bed. By the time all the lights were burning with a steady flame, both the ex-Slayer and her vampire were dry.

When Buffy and Spike met in the middle of the bed, the only illumination in the room came from the tea lights and the softly burning flames in the fireplace. Gentle, tentative kisses were shared, hands caressed with soft touches, until their desire flared and took over.

Their tongues met in a duel, hands roaming over skin, their bodies tight together. They were both ready to explode. Their break to light the candles had done nothing to diminish the desire they had built up while in the shower.

Buffy tore herself away from Spike’s mouth, gasping for breath. Spike nibbled and licked down her throat, pushing Buffy onto her back as he moved down to her breasts. Slowly, he licked around one areola, his hands moving up and down her torso.

It had been so long since Buffy had felt Spike’s weight on her, and to finally experience it again was Heaven. Buffy tangled her hands in Spike’s hair, and held him to her, gasping for breath and arching her back.

Finally, after he had teased her for a couple of minutes, Spike sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Not wanting her other breast to feel left out, he soon changed sides and began to tug on that neglected peak.

Spike felt as if he were in a dreamland. Never had he felt loved like this. This was his soon-to-be mate, a living, breathing being. She was so warm. Touching her was indescribable. Even when he had fed from them, other women had never been this warm. Were all women like this in bed? He had no idea. Drusilla liked to stray, not him. He was Love’s Bitch, faithful as a dog. A real one-woman man.

A growl erupted from Spike’s chest, and his eyes turned yellow. He immediately let go of the nipple he had been suckling on and hid his face.

An insistent tug on his hair forced Spike to look up, eyes blue again, but moist. He opened his mouth, feeling guilty and needing to apologize for his lack of self-control.

Buffy placed a finger on his lips and smiled softly, her love for him clear to see.

She pulled at his shoulders, and made him move up to face her, and then she kissed him with passion, paying special attention to the skin that hid his canines.

Another growl escaped, this time deeper, as his eyes turned colour and his canines dropped. Spike looked into her eyes then, and realized that everything was okay. Buffy loved his demon as much as she loved the man.

Letting his control go, Spike changed completely. Ridges broke across the surface of his skin, and his canines grew even longer. Buffy’s hands lovingly trekked across the ridges on Spike’s forehead, before she moved to those over his nose.

Through golden eyes, Spike watched his ex-Slayer express her love for his demon. The vampire was confused. His demon was shaking, and Spike didn’t understand why. The only other time the demon had reacted this way was when he was helpless at the hands of Angelus. This time, though, William knew his demon had nothing to fear.

Buffy moved forward and dropped a kiss on Spike’s nose, just under his ridges.

Suddenly, Spike’s vision became hazy, and shaking his head didn’t help. It wasn’t until he felt moisture on his cheeks that he understood. Spike’s demon was completely overwhelmed by the emotion he was feeling.

Nobody had ever loved them both, not even Drusilla. His Sire had been more interested in William’s caring side, wanting him to play the role of nursemaid and take care of her.

Buffy brushed his tears away and kissed his cheek one more time, before finding his mouth. Her hands roamed over Spike’s back, cupping his bottom and pulling him close. Spike clung to her and tried to burrow even closer to the warmth and acceptance she offered.

The vampire’s erection hit her clit, and she moaned into his mouth. Her tongue ran over one of his razor sharp teeth, making a little cut that started to bleed. Spike moaned in bliss as he suckled on her tongue. He was sure this had to be Heaven.

The pulling of her blood made Buffy’s arousal skyrocket. It was time to move on. She couldn’t wait any longer. Buffy wiggled under Spike and parted her legs even more, causing Spike to come into full contact with her pussy.

Spike slid himself up and down several times to coat his cock in her secretions. He knew it was her first time. Fingers moved between them, testing how ready she was. Spike kissed her deeply as he inserted a finger, thrusting with it a few times before adding a second finger to her channel.

By the third finger, Buffy was wriggling and moaning loudly. Pouting, Buffy tried to follow his fingers when he removed them. Taking his cock in hand, Spike rubbed the head against her slit. Buffy tried to get him to enter her each time he touched her most secret opening.

Finally, both of her hands grabbed his head, one on each cheek, and they locked eyes as she arched her body up to his. Spike understood her message loud and clear. He lined his cock up at her entrance, keeping eye contact with this woman that seemed to see right into his heart. Slowly, he forced his way into her body. She was so hot and tight that Spike had to stop for a moment, afraid that things would be over before they really got started.

Buffy felt like something was about to break inside of her. She had forgotten how large he was, not only in length, but also in girth. However, she wanted him, all of him, and she wanted him now. Buffy didn’t want to wait one second more.

Moaning in dissatisfaction, Buffy bucked against Spike, forcing him further into her body. Her actions quickly jolted her lover from his self-imposed time-out and got him moving again.

Spike stopped when he reached the thin membrane that marked Buffy as a virgin. Nobody had ever been where he was, and now nobody else ever would experience the incredible warmth and sense of home that was Buffy’s body. Spike caught her mouth in a heated kiss. Buffy gasped when he broke through her maidenhead, and then they smiled at each other, taking a moment to catch their breath.

It wasn’t long before their bodies demanded that they move again. They came together in an age-old dance, and before long they were prisoners of their passion. Time lost all meaning as the two writhed on the bed in the dimly lit room.

Moments before she felt her orgasm start to take over, Buffy moved her head to the side, giving Spike permission to make her his own.

Moving down to nibble and lick at her throat, Spike bent his neck as well, giving Buffy room to find Drusilla’s old mark. At the exact same time, they bit into each other, sucking out three long mouthfuls of blood, and then pulling back to gaze into each other’s eyes.

“MINE,” they both claimed.

“YOURS,” they both agreed, before turning to lovingly lick the wounds they had made.

Neither noticed the light that flared up from the circle of herbs around the bed, or that it’s soft glow matched the radiance beaming from their bodies.

They were too wrapped up in each other, shaking in the aftermath of their spent passion, to care when the light widened out to include the whole building.