Betaed by Maria and Flight Of Fancy.


“So if I ask you about the Master, you'll do something about him?” The clink of a wine bottle connecting with the rim of a glass was loud in the sudden silence.

Buffy's face had paled. Spike looked up, surprised, as he suddenly sensed her fear.

“You're telling me that Angel didn't kill him when he went looking for me?....um.... I mean, the other Buffy?” She shrugged her shoulders as she sent her mother a little smile.

Joyce reached out, and squeezed Buffy's arm lightly. “To make it easier, let's just say it was you. In a way it was.”

Leaning forward, Buffy hugged her mom, keeping one of Joyce's hands firmly in her grasp when she leaned back into Spike. She looked over at Giles again.

Giles had placed his glass on the table so that he could have his hands free to polish his glasses. “Eh, hmm... Not from what he told me. Angel said he and the Master had a conversation about you, then Angel left him there, trapped.”

“Trapped or not, he can still get minions to bring him food, and by that I'm not talking about pizza. He's probably still working on a way to free himself.” Buffy sighed and turned to look at Spike.

“We'll take care of it tonight, Kitten. I could use a bit of rough and tumble before I turn in.”

Buffy smiled thankfully, letting go of her mom's hand as she grasped Spike's head and showed him just how pleased she was with his answer.

When the couple came up for air some time later, the room was empty. Giles, Joyce, and Merrick had retreated to the kitchen to give Spike and Buffy a little privacy. It wasn't that any of the three were opposed to the mating, it was just that there were some things they didn't needed to see, and the kitchen provided them with a wall they could hide behind until the lovers separated again.

Blushing, Buffy hid her face when she realized why everyone else had left the room.

Spike just pulled her closer, smirking. “You can come out now,” he yelled, making Buffy blush even more.

Slowly, the adults filling the parental roles in Buffy’s life made their way back to the couch. While they were sequestered in the kitchen, they had talked back and forth about how to present all of the changes in the status quo to the Scooby Gang. With Spike and Buffy now included in the conversation, it was decided that it would be best to just call a Scooby meeting to inform the others about how life, as they knew it, was over.

Buffy was afraid that the misguided trio would continue to harass Spike. Though the ring made him nearly invincible, it would be no defence if they managed to cut his head off. Decapitation was the one thing that would kill Spike and consequently Buffy. The Scoobies needed to know about the claim and understand what it meant for the couple

After a last drink and some enjoyable conversation, Joyce and Giles left the house.

It had taken some persuasion, but Joyce had agreed to drive home and wait for a phone call from Buffy. Giles was to follow her home in his own car, and wait with Joyce until the couple checked in.

Merrick had decided to go with Spike and Buffy and give them a hand with the Master.

Buffy and Spike strolled through Sunnydale, hand in hand. Anyone that saw them would assume they were a normal couple with no worries, out for an evening walk.

Behind them came an elderly man carrying a sports bag.

“Why are there no demons out to play tonight? It's boring.” Buffy kicked the ground.

“Don't worry. You'll have your fun when we dust the old fart.”

“Old fart,” Buffy giggled the rest of the way to the tunnels that led underground, and was even heard to snicker a time or two once she was under Sunnydale and making her way to the Master’s lair.

Side by side Buffy and Spike stepped into a cavernous room, where they found the Master waiting for them.

“You're late, Slayer, but we can still make it work.” The Master was already gloating as he leapt to attack Buffy. The Master was fast, but not as fast as Spike, who was now the other half of the Light.

Spike played around, showing off his new strength. Finally he gripped the Master around his throat. The Master’s neck was too thick to be broken, and strangulation wasn’t possible, but that was ok. Spike only needed to stop him from getting his hands on Buffy. He knew his mate would take care of the rest. The Master snarled and tried to break out of Spike’s grip, to no avail.

“I don't think so.” Buffy appeared behind the Master, holding a meter long pole that was shaped like a stake. Too thick for Buffy to hold in one hand, she had to use both her hands to thrust it through the Master’s heart.

For a moment the Master seemed to be frozen in time with an amazed look on his face. As the couple watched though, the elder vampire began to quickly crumble away before their eyes.

“Merrick, you can come out,” Buffy yelled into the tunnel, once all that remained of the Master was a pile of dust and bones.

“I'm on my way. You don't have to scream the place down around our ears.” He placed the bag on the floor beside Buffy. “What now?”

“Now we have to destroy the bones.” She opened the bag, tossed a sledge hammer to Spike and took one out for herself. They pulverized the bones, and then Buffy poured several bottles of Holy water over the remains, making them smoke.

“All done. Let's head home, Honey.” Buffy grabbed Spike's hand, letting Merrick trail after them with the bag again. “We have to remember to give Clem his tools back, too.”

“Will do,” Spike promised, as he pulled her closer.

On the way home, the couple managed to stake a few fledglings, as well as a demon that looked like a giant snake and required a particularly messy death.

“Yuck, I need a shower. “ The look on Buffy’s face was priceless.

Spike laughed. “If you weren't so slimy, I'd kiss you.”

Buffy's hands were on her hips, as she pouted. “I'll go take that shower. Could you at least call my mom? Her number is in my cell, in my pocket.” Buffy lifted her arm to give him access to her coat pocket.

“I'm not touching you.” Spike laughed again, as he backed away.

“You're just a big baby.” Buffy smiled and shook her head. “Merrick has her number,” Buffy said as she turned around, heading for the shower.

Buffy had just finished her shower and returned to the bedroom when Spike walked in.

“Your mom was relieved when she heard we'd come out of that ordeal alive.” His coat was thrown on the only chair in the room. “You all done?”

“Yup, do you want a shower?” Buffy got up on her toes and kissed him lightly, before she continued to dry her hair.

“Yeah.” Spike looked longing after Buffy, before he closed the door to the bathroom.

When he re-entered the bedroom, it was illuminated by a dozen fat candles. Spike looked around to find Buffy, who was standing in the doorway of her dressing room.

She was dressed in a see-through black nightie, it’s very short length trimmed with lace. Underneath Spike could just see a little, barely-there, lace thong that completed the outfit.

Instantly, Spike felt his body respond. Breathing in, in an effort to calm himself, Spike willed his body to obey him. He didn’t want to just jump Buffy...well, he did...but she had started this, and he wanted to see where she planned to take things. “Beautiful.” He couldn’t help but whisper, as he scented her heavy arousal perfuming the air.

Moving at a slow and sensuous pace, Buffy closed the distance between them. She dragged a single finger down his chest, licking her lips as she looked into his eyes. Spike's hands moved to her hips, where he could feel her warm skin through the thin fabric that barely covered her.

Buffy's finger moved further down his chest until it reached the towel around his waist. Once there, it moved from side to side, lightly scratching his skin. Her other hand gently cupped his erection before she slowly tugged the towel from his body. “Get on the bed, Lover.”

Spike raised an eyebrow in surprise and removed his hands from her hips, doing as she asked without protest. His erection was twitching in response, as Buffy crawled over his body to straddle his chest. Not a word was said. She took his hands and moved them to the headboard, telling him to hold on.

Arms over his head, Spike watched Buffy get off the bed and leave the room, going into her dressing room.

“What..?”

She poked her head back into the room and whispered, “Shh, patience. I'll be right back.” In just a few minutes, Buffy returned carrying a tray. “I promised you a reward, remember?”

Spike nodded, moving restlessly at her words, and eying the tray.

“I have champagne,” she placed the tray on the nightstand, “and strawberries. Mmmm, and I also have whipped cream and warm chocolate sauce.”

Biting her lips, Buffy took the bottle of chocolate in one hand, and the can with whipped cream in the other. “Before the champagne, I really should give you your reward.”

Buffy looked at his body, licking her lips. “I'm hoping you'll enjoy it as much as I will.” Apparently coming to some kind of decision, Buffy nodded her head and returned the chocolate sauce to the tray.

Spike moved to touch Buffy.

“Bad boy.” She waved a finger in the air. “Hands on the headboard and hold still.”

It turned him on even more. He groaned and took a hold of the headboard again.

She started at his feet, drawing a thin trail of whipped cream from each foot up to the corresponding hipbone on the same side of his body. A dollop decorated his belly-button, with a line of whipping cream stretching from that dollop up to each of his nipples. As a final touch, Buffy filled the hollow of Spike’s throat with whipping cream, and then drew a gooey line across each collarbone.

Switching to the bottle of warmed chocolate sauce, Buffy gave it a shake while she looked over her work. An evil smirk, reminiscent of a certain vampire, graced her lips as she nudged Spike’s legs apart. With the tip of her tongue peeking out from the corner of her lips, she took aim and covered his cock and balls with the warm liquid chocolate.

Spike cried out in surprise, his breathing rapid and heavy. His cock jumped a few times in shock, before it settled heavily on his stomach.

When Spike finally got his breathing under control, he opened his eyes and watched as Buffy admired her work.

“Something is missing.” She pouted for a few seconds. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she started to grin. “I know just what it is.”

The bottle of chocolate in her hand was replaced with the bowl from the tray.

Buffy picked a strawberry from the bowl and took a bite. Closing her eyes she moaned. “So sweet.” Then she took what was left of the berry in her fingers and placed it gently in the chocolate on the tip of Spike's cock. The sweet treat was almost dislodged, as Spike’s cock jumped in response to the sudden cold.

A second strawberry received a kiss from Buffy’s swollen lips, and then was put into the aroused vampire’s belly-button. Buffy giggled as she finished with the fruit by placing two more berries in the whipping cream that covered Spike’s nipples.

Spike gave a growl, not happy with the way his mate seemed to be enjoying his suffering. Buffy quickly leaned down to press a kiss to his lips, but backed away before he could bring his arms down to grab her.

Moving to the nightstand, Buffy picked up an elastic band and gathered her hair in a sloppy bun on top of her head. Once her hair was dealt with, she moved to sit at the end of the bed between Spike’s outstretched legs, and started licking at the whipping cream on his feet like a cat.

Once Spike’s legs were clean, Buffy moved up beside him on the bed. She noticed a little dab of whipping cream on his arm, and moved to lick it. Spike, his eyes glued to Buffy, squirmed and bit his lip while she worked.

“Are you ticklish there?” she asked, tilting her head.

“No.”He tried to say, let out an unmanly giggle.

“I see,” Buffy said, as she bent her head and continued to lick her lover clean. When she got to his throat, she mixed her licks with sharp little nips, causing Spike to stop laughing and start moaning instead. After his collarbones, Buffy moved her attention to Spike’s nipples. On each side she carefully nibbled at the strawberry, before scooping whipping cream up on her tongue and detouring to Spike’s mouth for a lush, creamy kiss.

Spike was barely holding on to his control, his tight grip on the headboard causing it to squeak as he tried to stop himself from lunging for Buffy.

Down she went, nipping and licking his sides as she continued her heavenly torture. When she finally made it to his belly-button, she changed tactics and left the berry alone while she again combined quick licks and sharp nips until the whipping cream was gone. Only then did she wrap her lips around the bright red berry, making eye contact with Spike as she bit in and let the sweet juice dribble down her chin. “Yummy,” Buffy commented, before bending once more to clean up the last of the whipping cream that had been hidden under the berry.

From there her interest was caught by the half-strawberry that was held fast in the sticky chocolate that covered Spike’s cock. Balanced precariously on the tip, Buffy could see pre-cum leaking from the slit underneath the berry, mixing with the chocolate sauce that had dripped onto Spike’s belly. There was no way that Buffy could resist, as she swiped her tongue through the pre-cum and chocolate sauce before sucking the berry into her mouth.

Slowly, she chewed and swallowed, while watching how Spike's cock bobbed off his stomach, begging for more attention.

“Bloody Hell, woman, please do something. Touch me before I lose my mind, please,” Spike begged. His eyes were closed tightly, the muscles in his jaw clenching rapidly.

He was extremely aroused. If Buffy didn't move soon, Spike really was going to lose control. He would end up grabbing her and fucking her into the mattress, to Hell with slow and sweet.

Just when he thought he couldn’t stand one more second, Spike felt Buffy’s hot tongue on his cock. His hips jerked off the bed, but Buffy had anticipated that. With her hands on his hips, she pushed him down onto the bed and held him steady.

Her tongue made long strokes, from the root of Spike’s cock to the head. She followed that up with little nibbles on his sack, and then a quick suck on his cockhead. He never knew where to expect her tongue next, and the waiting was making him mad.

Buffy took her time cleaning Spike’s shaft. The only time she responded directly to Spike was when she lifted her head, looked him straight in the eye, and told him that he was, under no circumstances, allowed to cum. She didn't want him to peak too soon and miss her grande finale.

Agonizing slowly Buffy licked up his shaft, listening to Spike howl and beg for permission to cum. At one point, it became clear that Spike would be unable to control himself any longer and, instead of begging to cum, he began to plead for help to stop cumming. It was then that Buffy wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed to forestall his orgasm.

Spike’s cock was too thick at the base for the fingers of one of Buffy’s hands to wrap fully around, so she used both hands to prevent him from cumming. After a few minutes, Spike relaxed back into the bed, crisis averted. With Buffy’s hands busy serving as a cock-ring for Spike, she was forced to work around them as she attempted to lick the rest of the chocolate up.

When his shaft was clean, Buffy looked up, staring into desperate blue eyes and watching Spike as he watched her.

“Please, Baby, let me touch you.”

She gave his angry looking cock-head a lick, watching as he threw his head back and groaned once again. She removed her mouth from his shaft, and waited until he made eye contact again. “You can touch what you can reach, staying where you are.”

Spike's hands flew to her hair, removing the elastic band and burying his fingers in her tresses as he watched Buffy open her mouth and take him in. He started babbling, fighting the urge to fuck her mouth and continually reminding himself that she needed to breathe.

Buffy knew he was close. She removed her fingers from around the root of his shaft, and began to stroke up and down with one hand while she sucked as much of his cock as she could manage into her mouth. Her other hand crept lower and began to play with his balls. Buffy sucked harder, moving a hand to Spike’s stomach in an attempt to hold him down.

All at once, Spike’s control was a thing of the past. His vision swam and a white-out hit his brain as he let loose with an Earth-shattering roar and began spurting cum down Buffy’s throat. He must have blacked out for a minute or two, because the next thing he knew, he was watching Buffy as she carefully licked up the bit of his spendings that had spilled from the corner of her mouth when he came. Just watching her made him hard again and Spike decided that he’d been passive long enough.

With one hand still in her hair, and another under her arm, Spike pulled Buffy up until she was lying across his body. He took possession of her mouth, plundering her sweet lips until she was the one out of breath. Rolling Buffy under his body, Spike attacked her lips and neck like a man starved, leaving love bites everywhere he went. When Buffy was the one mewling and whimpering, he pushed himself up on his arms and looked down her body before grasping her chin in his hand and staring directly into her eyes. “If you like that little wisp of lace and tease that you’re almost wearing, you’d better get it off now. In another minute I’ll be ripping it off you myself and believe me when I say there won’t be enough pieces left for you to even think about putting it on again.”

Buffy struggled to untie the straps over her shoulders, but gave up when she became distracted by the feel of Spike’s mouth on her breast. With a quick snap, Spike took care of the ties that kept Buffy’s breasts from him, and it was only moments later that he bent his head to suck a nipple into a peak while fondling her other breast with his fingers.

Enjoying his turn in the dominant position, Spike kissed his way down Buffy’s body, stopping to dip his tongue in her belly-button. “Next time you'll be the one covered in sweets,” his deep voice informed her.

A new flood of moisture soaked Buffy’s panties, as Spike’s voice made her writhe and shiver in expectation.

The smirk on his face grew larger when he smelled her growing excitement. Spike bent his head, kissing her belly button once more before he began to kiss and lick his way lower.

Spike breathed in deeply when he reached her pussy. Buffy's smell was intoxicating and heavy. Her lacy underwear proved no barrier against his teeth, and he quickly ripped the offending garment away and dove in.

Spike parted her lips and gave her clit an experimental lick, before moving away. Buffy was moaning and shuddering now, but he wanted a little payback before she found her release.

With her hands in his hair, Spike moved his attention lower, working on cleaning her legs and netherlips of her dew. His arms went around her thighs, one hand splayed across her stomach to hold her still while the other began to play with her clit. His shoulders held her legs open as he licked and teased Buffy until she seemed insane with lust.

Spike alternated between circling her hole, sucking her clit, and deeply tongue-fucking her until Buffy thought she really would lose her mind. She was gasping for air, as she shrieked and begged him time and time again, knowing that she was teetering on the brink of a monster orgasm.

Unable to wait even a moment longer, Buffy grabbed Spike’s head and pushed him down towards her pussy. Finally getting the message, Spike stopped teasing her and began using his tongue to fuck her, while rubbing her clit quickly with his fingers.

With a shriek that threatened Spike’s hearing, Buffy reached the point of no return and began thrashing as she came. Her hands gripped Spike’s head as she pumped her hips furiously, spreading her honey all over his tongue and the three fingers he pushed into her quim in an effort to prolong her orgasm.

Spike licked up as much of Buffy’s juice as he could. When she finally quieted and released her hold on his head, Spike moved up her body as he used one hand to wipe her moisture from his face. Hovering over her on all fours, he took in her satisfied expression with a smug smile on his own lips.

Temporarily sated, Buffy raised a lazy hand to Spike’s head, this time pulling him down until his body covered her own.

Teeth nibbled and tongues duelled in open-mouthed kisses as the couple slowly began rubbing against each other.

“I need you, Baby, please.” Buffy slung a leg over Spike’s lower back, as she pressed herself closer to him, feeling that gnawing hunger starting to build in her belly again.

He groaned deep in his throat, placing himself at her entrance and smoothly pushing in. The pleasure was so intense that Spike had to stop himself before he lost control and shot his load right away. The vampire went still, and tried to distract his cock by focusing his attention on Buffy’s breasts.

Buffy, on the other hand, began wriggling, desperate for him to move. “Please,” she begged several times, before he finally began to thrust inside of her.

Before long they were lost in their own special rhythm, focused only on the feelings and sensations racing through their bodies. Time lost all meaning as they fought their way to the heavens, screaming out their pleasure and renewing their claim once more.