Chapter 10- Consummating Relationships

“Well, Xander’s not exactly happy about it, but he’ll get over it… eventually,” Willow said, on the phone with Buffy that night. “And Giles wasn’t pleased, but I’m sure your mom can convince him that it’s a good thing.”

“Yeah, I hope so,” Buffy replied, watching the sunset through her window. “Angel’s leaving me, Willow. Shouldn’t I be in mourning or something?”

“It’s the right thing for him to do,” Willow said quietly. “After everything that happened last year, I don’t blame him.”

“I don’t, either,” Buffy agreed, sighing and turning around, almost dropping the phone when she saw Spike standing in the doorway. “Will, I’ve gotta go.” She hung up the phone and watched as Spike crossed the room, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her, trying to show her how he felt without saying a word. She kissed him back, realizing how perfectly she fit in his arms and against his body.

‘This feels right,’ she thought. ‘It shouldn’t, but it does.’

“Hello, cutie,” Spike said as he looked into her eyes. “Miss me?”

“Maybe,” she answered, giggling when he pouted. “Yes, I did.”

“Good,” he said, grazing her cheek.

From the sidewalk outside, Angel watched them with a sad look on his face, knowing that she wasn’t his anymore and that Spike would be better for her than he could ever be, even though the other vampire still couldn’t offer her a normal life.

‘But Slayers aren’t meant to have normal lives,’ he thought, turning and beginning to walk away. ‘And he’ll protect her until the end of the world because that’s what he does, the love-fool that he is.’ He chuckled at the thought and continued walking until he passed the Welcome to Sunnydale sign and kicked it for good measure, never looking back as he left a place he had called home for a couple of years and the woman he loved more than anything else in the world.

Meanwhile, Spike took Buffy’s hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to try being with me?” he asked. “I realize there are a lot of things we have to talk about first, but-”

“Can’t we just skip it?” she asked quietly, giggling when Spike’s eyes widened before he leaned down and kissed her again, Buffy moving back until her legs hit her bed, sitting down on top of it and looking up at Spike’s stunned expression.

“We don’t have to do this, luv,” he replied. “We can wait.”

“I don’t want to,” she said, putting her hands on his hips. “I mean, we don’t need to. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

“Of course I want to,” he said, cupping her cheeks in his hands as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “But I want to make sure that we’re on the same page.” He paused and raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t eaten any of that randy candy, have you?”

“The chocolate?” she asked, shaking her head. “Why?”

“Simply curious,” he answered, leaning forward and kissing her. “You’re sure about this?”

“Positive,” she said, taking his hands and pulling him with her as she lay back on her bed. He held himself up above her and studied her expression before kissing her, knowing inside that he was quickly falling in love with her.

* * * * *

“Thank you for such a nice dinner,” Joyce said as she opened the door of her house, walking inside with Giles.

“Thank you for accepting my offer,” he replied, smiling at her before leaning down to kiss her.

They pulled apart when they heard a loud growl from upstairs. Without stopping to think, Giles ran up the stairs and stopped outside of Buffy’s bedroom, tracking the noise to it.

“Are you alright, Buffy?” he asked as he opened the door, his eyes widening when he saw Spike on top of Buffy, both completely naked. He slammed the door and took several steps back until he hit a wall.

“Is everything okay?” Joyce asked as she reached the top landing of the stairs.

“It’s worse than I thought,” he answered, walking past her and going downstairs. Joyce looked at Buffy’s door and raised an eyebrow before following Giles again and catching up to him in the kitchen. “I need a drink.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said, going to a secret cabinet where she stored alcohol. “I’m assuming Spike was in her room?”

“How’d you know?” he asked, looking at her.

“Because you made a similar noise to that when you were Ripper,” she answered, surprised when he walked over to her and pulled her close, kissing her.

“Want me to make that noise again?” he asked in a low tone before kissing her neck.

“Oh, Rupert,” she said, tilting her head to give him more access.

Upstairs, both Spike and Buffy continued making out, ignoring Giles’ brief interruption. Spike settled between Buffy’s thighs and looked into her eyes as he slowly began moving inside of her. She tilted her head back, moaning in pleasure as he fully sheathed himself inside of her. He leaned down and buried his face in her neck, amazed at how it felt to be surrounded by her heat. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the muscles beneath his skin.

“Are you alright?” she asked quietly, and he nodded, looking at her again.

“Are you? Am I hurting you?” he asked, and she shook her head, leaning up to kiss him.

“But I’ll hurt you if you don’t continue soon,” she said jokingly. He groaned when she shifted her hips, taking him in deeper.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” he said quietly, beginning to gently thrust inside of her, not wanting to hurt her. They began moving together, both seeking their release.

“Oh, Spike!” Buffy cried out when she felt her body begin to tremble, her inner walls spasming around his cock. He quickened his motions as he began to come, nuzzling his face into her neck after he had finished, basking in the feel of her pulse against his mouth and her chest heaving to breathe underneath him.

“That was amazing,” he said, placing light kisses across her skin before lying beside her, holding her close.

“Yeah, it really was.”

* * * * *

Around midnight that night, Buffy exited her room after Spike had fallen asleep, only covered by a blanket, and gasped when Giles walked out of her mother’s room, in a similar state of undress.

“We shall never speak of this again, yes?” Giles asked, blushing. Buffy quickly nodded and turned, going back into her room, shutting the door, and walking back to the bed, lying down next to Spike and smiling when he instantly pulled her close to him, kissing her.

“I thought you left me,” he whispered sadly, pouting.

“Wanted to get some water, but I ran into Giles in the hallway,” she answered, making a face when he chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad both of the Summers women are getting some,” he replied, not surprised when Buffy slapped his arm. “What? Aren’t you happy you’ve got a sex-slave?”

“You’re more than that, Spike,” she said, running her hand over his arm where she had slapped him.

“Yeah?” he asked, amused. “And what am I?”

“You’re an incredibly sweet man inside of a rebellious vampire exterior who’s going to protect me and make me happy for a very long time to come,” she replied, kissing him.

“Thanks, kitten,” he said, grinning. “But it’ll never take you a ‘long time to come’ with me.”

“Perv,” she replied, giggling when he got on top of her, covering her with his body.

“Yeah, but you like it,” he said, kissing her roughly.

“Yeah, I do.”

On the other side of the door, both Giles and Joyce were listening and smiling.

“See? He’s going to be great for her,” Joyce said quietly. “Maybe a little rambunctious, but-”

“But she’ll be fine,” Giles said, sighing. “You’re right.” He took Joyce’s hand in his and pulled her into her bedroom, closing the door. “Let’s let them have some privacy and get back to where we left off.”

“Such a naughty man,” she joked, smiling at him.

“Well, it seems that’s who both you and Buffy are attracted to,” he replied, kissing her.

“Must be genetic,” Joyce replied, laughing.

‘Yeah, must be,’ Spike thought, hearing every word that Joyce and Giles had said and chuckling as he began to thrust inside of Buffy for the second time that night. ‘And I’m so bloody glad if that’s true.’


The End