Buffy watched in amusement as Spike lit what seemed like a million candles in the lower level of his crypt.
“You do know we both have enhanced sight now, right? This is just a fire hazard.”
“Sorry, old habits die hard. I just wanted to get some lighting in here.”
“Are you nervous?” she wondered.
Spike turned to look at her, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m just worried that you might come to regret this.”
Buffy shook her head, taking his hand in hers as she led him over to the bed. “There won’t be any regrets, I want this. I want us to belong to each other fully, this way no one would even think of tearing us apart. Not that they could, but it doesn’t hurt to have a safety net.”
“You know how much I love you, Buffy, but you don’t love me. What if you never do and you’re stuck with me for all eternity? Most vampires who want out of a claim usually end up killing themselves; I couldn’t bear the thought of that happening to you.”
“Trust me, that won’t be an issue. Yes, I may not be in love with you now, but it’s only a matter of time until that changes. You’re stuck with me, no matter what.”
He kissed the hand that was still holding his, nodding after a moment. “I’m ready when you are.”
Buffy lay down, gasping when her clothes were quickly ripped from her body. A horny, naked vampire now lying on top of her. He kissed her lips with all the passion he possessed, sliding his hands down her stomach and reaching her drenched center as he slipped two fingers inside.
“Already so wet for me,” he whispered.
Buffy cried out as she came, feeling embarrassed for losing control so soon, but he had no complaints.
Spike pressed his forehead against hers, shutting his eyes in pure bliss. “Last chance to back out, sweetheart.”
She shook her head, wrapping her arms tightly around him and forcing his cock inside her.
“Fuck,” Spike cursed, slowly moving inside her slick pussy, and then picking up the pace. He licked his lips at the sight of her exposed neck, gently brushing her hair out of the way.
“Do it, I want you to.”
That was all the incentive Spike needed as he struck her throat with his fangs, taking long pulls of her delicious blood. Nothing had ever tasted so good. He pulled his fangs out, closing the wound as he claimed, “mine.”
Buffy took that as her cue and attacked his neck in the same fashion, drinking down his life force. “Yours, so yours, and you’re mine for all eternity.”
Spike felt tears in his eyes; she really had done her research. “I’ve always been yours, since the first moment I saw you.”
It was then that Buffy felt it, all of his feelings and emotions bombarded her at once. She gasped, lying back in the bed as the room started to spin. She saw it all. Spike as a human getting rejected for his poetry, the love for his mother, Drusilla turning him and them wreaking havoc on anyone who crossed their paths. Angelus, Darla, Spike coming to Sunnydale and wanting a cure for Dru, seeing her dance at The Bronze. The look in his eyes, he wasn’t a man who was there to kill the Slayer; he was a man who was finally finding a new purpose for living. She saw her constant rejection of him. Buffy cried for the man in the alley who she once said was beneath her, feeling her heart break realizing that another woman uttered those same words, which eventually lead to his death. She cried until she felt that there was nothing left, glancing up at Spike to see the look of absolute misery on his face.
“I should have warned you,” he whispered, wiping his own eyes of the tears he shed. “I didn’t want you to see that side of myself.”
Buffy shook her head, taking him in her arms. “You’re beautiful, I’m so sorry for how I treated you. What I said that night, I didn’t mean it. I don’t deserve your love.”
“How can you say that? I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you. I promise things are going to be different, Buffy. I’ve never claimed anyone, or even been a sire before, but I promise to be a good one for you. We’re in this together now, the rest of the world be damned.”
She laughed through her tears. “Damn right, and if my friends can’t accept that, it’s their loss. If they make me choose, they’re going to be sadly disappointed.”
Spike wiped her remaining tears away with his thumb, kissing her lips sweetly. “I’ve waited my whole life to find you. I thought what I had with Drusilla was love, but now I know it was just obligation. She took me out of a world that didn’t appreciate me, gave me new meaning, but it pales in comparison to how I feel for you. You’re my salvation, I know that now.”
Buffy sighed in relief. “Glad to hear it, I really didn’t want to compete with over a hundred years of devotion.”
He kissed her again. “There’s no bloody competition.”
* * * * *
“So, you’re like married now? That is so beyond cool. I have to tell all my friends that my sister has the most amazing husband ever, they’ll die of jealousy.”
Buffy rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her face. “You do that, just be sure to leave the vampire part out.”
Dawn waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Obviously, so, are you and Spike going to live together now? Is he gonna move in here? If so, I’ll need to stock up on earplugs.”
“No, he’s not moving in here, we haven’t talked about the living arrangements yet. I may be a vampire now, but I still frown on having to live in a crypt, even though his is very cozy. I’m thinking maybe an apartment not far from here, but I’ll have to see what he thinks about it first.”
“Did I mention how cool this is? I’m really glad you decided to give him a chance.”
Buffy smiled. “I’m really glad, too.”
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