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Underneath This Smile by lovesbitca37
 
Parts 16 - 20
 
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*****

Clearing his throat, Riley Finn marched into the cave standing before the bed he ordered Buffy to stand away from the vampire. This was it, he had warned him before about going after his girl, now he was in trouble. A hand on his arm stopped him.

She was his girl now, Buffy had given him up, they had both moved on to someone who could love them the way they needed.

“Buffy.” He said curtly, nodding his head in her direction. Taking in her embarrassed state and frantic clothes hunt, he would hazard a guess that this was not a well known pastime of hers. Ignoring the vampire with his dick hanging out, no matter how much bigger he was than himself, Riley turned around to give Buffy the privacy she deserved. Discussing their best plan of action, Sam agreed that using Hostile 17 to the best of their advantage would be beneficial to them in every way.

“I’m done.” A small voice spoke from behind them. Turning on his heel, he gave the order for the strange couple to follow them as the soldiers moved back into the tunnels, fading into the darkness with Buffy and a reluctant Spike following.

What the fuck was this about? The blonde couple kept their thoughts to themselves as they blindly followed Riley and his new partner. Spike was pissed off that the soldier boy had returned to Sunnydale. Buffy was his now, he wouldn’t share. As soon as she told her mates, they would be a proper couple just like any of the other strange duos she was friends with. If a demon and a useless bricklayer and lesbian witches could be accepted, what was wrong with a vampire and the Slayer?

How did Riley get back? When did Riley get back? Who was that bitch with him? How the hell did he know where to find them?

And better still, why hadn’t he staked Spike when he had seen them naked and cuddling, the bite marks still fresh on her throat?

Coming to a junction in the sewers, Riley turned to his partner and whispered something Buffy couldn’t quite hear. Obviously Spike did for he pushed past the hesitant couple and started walking away, expecting them to follow. Hurrying to catch up with him, Buffy jogged to match his longer strides talking to him before the soldiers could catch up.

“They’re tracking a beastie.” He told her softly, “It’s been down here and they’ve lost the signal on those stupid computer things.”

Wincing in sympathy, Buffy slipped her hand into his, the cool strong appendage making her feel more secure about herself. Her ex boyfriend walked in on the end of a sex session with her current- well, whatever Spike was- and all she could think about was keeping the whole thing a secret.

Her dirty, shameful secret.

She was a whore. Using someone for sex. Being used by Spike of all people for sex. Her mother had warned her about letting Spike too close after she found out he loved her. Maybe this was what her mom was worried about, Buffy turning into something that she didn’t want to be. She was no better than those two-bit-tramps that Riley had been getting his suck jobs from.

She was tainted, and it was all Spike’s fault but no matter how she tried to pin the blame on him, she couldn’t.

“He’s up there.” Spike called softly to the pair behind them. Turning to watch, Buffy saw Spike flinch as they pulled out their tracking devices again. She squeezed his hand in encouragement and waited for a signal. Were they supposed to rush in there and kill whatever lay in wait for them? What if it was a trap?

Her thoughts were again interrupted when Riley asked if they could reconvene at her house. That was a bit out of the bloode she mused, following Spike out of the tunnels into the starry night.

Opening the front door, Buffy was amazed to see all of her friends assembled in her living room. Even Dawn was sitting and waiting for them.

Letting her fears take over her, she looked around, worried of being found out, of being alive again and everything else she considered shameful, she clung to Spike’s hand like it was her only lifeline. Not wanting to sit, and let everyone intimidate her, she remained standing, Spike just behind her to support her through it all.

“What is this about?” She asked quietly, watching as everyone turned to the soldiers in askance. “Riley? Why are you here?”

“I’ll field this one,” The female soldier, Sam, replied leaning forwards, “Me and Ri here have been tracking this demon all the way up from South America, it’s been destroying towns and cities in it’s way and now it’s here, looking to breed. Ri said this place is some sort of mystical convergence site?”

“Yay for the Hellmouth,” Buffy muttered dryly. “So we just gotta get one demon?”

“It’s not just one demon Buffy.” Riley told her seriously, "This thing lives to breed. It destroys towns and kills thousands then lays eggs in the debris. The offspring kill from the moment they hatch. This thing needs to be taken down.”

“So it’s just one demon then?” Buffy repeated with a smile.

It was nice to feel needed by ones ex boyfriend. It made the patheticness that was her life seem a little more bearable.

“So you wait here while me and Spike go bag this beastie, then we can all celebrate with ice cream after.” Buffy announced to the room, stunning them into silence. Riley had told Willow what was happening when he had swung by that evening and Dawn had been researching it on the laptop all night. This thing was not only capable of destroying a whole city in a matter of hours, it would sense Spike a mile off and want to feed his dead flesh to it’s young. Of course it was too late to tell them that as they strode out the door.

Willow was sure that Buffy and Spike had been holding hands as they stood. She was certain of it now as she watched them through the window, the comfortable familiarity between them much more than that of patrol buddies.

She was happy for Buffy. Really.

Now all she needed was to get Tara back.

*****

Leading the way back through the sewer tunnels, Spike kept a firm grasp on Buffy’s hand, not ever wanting to lose the feeling of her hot, soft skin on his, her heartbeat pulsating through his hand as her blood called out to him. He was addicted to the feel of her and it looked like his luck was changing.

Buffy had allowed him to hold her hand in front of her friends, and not only had she not pushed him away, she had included him in her plans.

Even if it was to show Captain Cardboard up.

Now all he needed to do was make her want to live. To show her that he would always be there for her, and that life was what you make it.

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“Is she always like that?” Sam asked cautiously. Riley had told her all about the Slayer and her friends, it seemed just so surreal to be here that she kept forgetting herself.

“She’s adjusting.” Dawn snapped. It was bad enough that her sister had run out with Spike, leaving them with Mr and Mrs Government Issue, but now she was being interrogated about Buffy while Xander and Anya spoke with Willow in the kitchen. She neither knew or cared what Willow’s problem was, if Tara couldn’t live with her then Dawn didn’t see why she still had to.

Life just wasn’t fair.

She had liked Riley, not in the way she liked Spike, but he had been there for some of the hardest times in her life, and helped her through not being real in his own way, and then he had left them. He hadn’t been there when her mom had died. He hadn’t been there when her sister had died. And now he expected to waltz right back into her life, bringing his wife with him. Wait till Buffy heard this story, Dawn knew she’d freak.

“Dawn?” Riley called, his hand waving cautiously in front of her face. Gaining her attention he smiled reassuringly, “Thinking about something?” He asked.

Dawn smiled, tossing her long hair over her shoulder,

“Nothing important.” She replied, watching the radar blip that was Buffy and Spike on Riley’s hand held tracking device. They weren’t having much luck judging by the ever increasing distance between the two blips on the screen.

“How’s school?” Riley continued to force small talk until Dawn jumped up, offering drinks. Escaping to the kitchen to make coffee, she dawdled in the hallway, hoping to overhear something from Xander or Willow in the dining room.

-

“Pet?” Spike whispered uncomfortably. Buffy had jumped the demon they were looking for right before it would have attacked Spike, snapping its neck as they wrestled. Unfortunately, it had been a lot heavier than it looked, causing Buffy to stagger into Spike and the pair of them to be crushed under the carcass.

Heaving together, they managed to shove the corpse aside, rolling over together.

“Yes?” Buffy finally replied, panting to regain her breath.

“Your soldierboy, do you still…?” Spike left the question hanging, not wanting to voice William’s insecurities for her to laugh at. “Scratch that, lets just get back eh?” He said cheerily, the strain in his voice evident.

Ignoring his pain, Buffy seized his hand, pulling herself upright and walking away, knowing that he would follow.

Spike always followed.

Shoving the manhole aside, Buffy took a deep breath of clean, fresh air, moving out of the way for Spike to come through behind her. She waited a second for him to regain his footing before setting off home, silence disturbed only by crickets in the grass, her thoughts entertaining her until her doorstep loomed in the darkness.

She panicked that Riley would have told everyone about how he found her, but was reassured by the fact that he would probably never admit that she was having any kind of relations with a vampire- this vampire- not even to himself. He always was one to play ostrich, even when they were dating.

Pushing open the door, she debated for a second about shutting it on Spike, but his hand on her arm stilled her malicious streak long enough for him to shut the door behind them both.

“Not find it?” Riley asked softly, taking in the dishevelled state of the couple. Snorting, Spike strode off to the kitchen to find Dawn and some bowls for the ice cream.

“We found it.” Buffy said coldly. “All dead and done, you can fly away again now.”

“How can that be?” Sam demanded, “We’re still tracking it.”

“Well its neck snapped quite easily, the hard part was lifting it off me.” Buffy smiled, her eyes cold and hollow. “You tracking the right demon?”

Offended, Sam was saved from having to answer by Riley, who thanked Dawn for his bowl, taking a spoon from Spike, the words of thanks dying on his lips as he recognised the devotion in the vampires eyes that was directed across the room.

His eyes reflected the depths of his love for Buffy more than any action could and Riley understood, and for the first time, pitied the vampire who would never be able to have her.



Seating herself between her sister and Spike, Buffy played with the ice cream in her bowl, the images of her fat body in the mirror burned into the back of her mind, her stomach growling for the treat while her mind forced her to punish herself for being so fat and ugly.

Spike watched from the corner of his eye as Buffy stirred her ice cream into a creamy puddle, his ears picking up the rumbling in her belly as she denied herself the satisfaction of eating for whatever reason. Determined to confront her about it when everyone had gone, he settled for sitting back and listening to the conversations around him, his mind on more pressing matters.

His mind on the Slayer.

*****

“So Buffy?” Riley started conversationally, his wife holding his hand as he talked, “What are you up to these days?”

Grimacing, Buffy thought about her life since she had returned. She had just gotten herself a job in the Doublemeat Palace after half a dozen failed attempts to restart her life with her friends, she had calmed down with her eating habits, she was almost never hungry anymore and she had Spike to give her pleasure and pain whenever she wanted.

Life wasn’t too bad.

“Well I start work Monday,” She replied with a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And it’s nice to be back.” She added, her eyes darting around the room, seeing how happy her friends were now that she had said it.

“Back?” Sam queried, leaning forward to hear the story,

“I died.” She whispered, her hand clenching around Spike’s as she uttered the words.

That was not something she had actually said aloud before in such a way that could almost be called casual.

It was almost like turning a corner in her mind.

She had died, now she was back. And being completely honest with herself- she was glad she was back.

There were so many things she had never been able to do, things she never dreamed of doing because her life always had an expiry date on it.

Now she knew her friends were able to pull her back from wherever for an extra chance, she had thought about getting out of her old life, trying new things.

She didn’t ever want to be pulled back again, but she knew that no matter what, or even how she died- Heaven was waiting for her.

Seeing Riley and Sam gaping at her with open mouths she forced a smile back onto her face.

“It’s ok, Willow managed to drag me back.” She let go of Spike’s hand, reaching out to stroke Dawn’s hair. “I’m needed here.”



Drag - Willow flinched at he word, so carelessly spoken, but harsh all the same. It wasn’t as if she set out to hurt her best friend. She just wanted to prove that she could do it. She needed Buffy around and not even the forces of nature could compete with her now.

She was more powerful than anyone could imagine, the spells she had found in the recesses of her mind had scared her at first, the knowledge that a veil had been lifted in her head, the easy access she had to powerful and dangerous forces. It was all so easy to get caught up in herself. Shaking the thoughts away, she focused on Buffy and what she was saying.

-

Chancing a look at her radar, Sam jumped to her feet, blurting out random codes to anyone who was listening. Apparently, Riley understood them because his panic was almost laughable. That was until the couple disappeared out of the front door.

Stepping out after them, Buffy was astounded to see them tag teaming a demon identical to the one they had killed not an hour before. Jumping back to avoid being hit by an airborne post-box, Buffy and Spike joined the fight, gradually taking over from Riley and Sam as their human stamina failed them.

Kicking away the tasers that lay at their feet, Buffy threw herself into the fray, instinctively knowing that Spike would be there in an instant should she need him.

He would keep her from harm as always and never before had she been grateful for it. Never before had the determination to win struck so deep within her, resonating in her every move.

Spike smirked watching his Slayer as she pounded on the demon, not giving it a chance to get her.

He knew it was because she was desperate to prove herself in front of Riley and his wife, but nevertheless he was impressed with her fighting.

The desire to die was slowly seeping it’s way out of her system and he knew it wouldn’t be long before she chose to move on with her life.

She was accepting her fate more and more each day, and the decisions she was making were all that stood between them.

Clapping when she snapped the demon’s neck, Spike almost cried with unrestrained joy when she came flying into his arms, wrapping herself tightly around him and whispering in his ear.

Looking over her shoulder at her friends he smirked, winking at them.

“We’re going to um- er- patrol.” He chuckled, taking Buffy’s hand and dragging her away into the darkness.



“I didn’t need to know that.” Riley remarked slowly, staring into the darkness after the disappearing couple. Patting his arm in solitude, Xander led the way inside, clearing up the mess from their impromptu celebrations and shepherding both Dawn and Willow off to bed after bidding a final farewell to Riley and Sam.

It wasn’t his business to begrudge Buffy any happiness in her life but he was still going to have to say something about her obvious relationship with the vampire. Didn’t she remember how her last necromantic relationship ended?

Willow was wrong, it wasn’t anything like what he had with Anya-

Spike didn’t have a soul.

*****

Admiring his lover as she slept, Spike mentally catalogued the cuts and scars on her body, stroking and caressing her soft flesh. It was deceiving to see her so vulnerable and kittenish when he knew the power that lay inside. Their coupling had been fast and demanding and he knew no matter what she panted in his ear, her refusal to look him in the eye told him that she still wasn’t ready to love him. He knew she did love him, it was plain to see and he was immensely grateful for whatever she offered, but it would never be enough.

Deep down, William was desperate for the kind of love he had both read and written about.

The kind of love that Buffy could give him, if only she tried.

Stiffening as she awoke, Buffy lay immobile enjoying the feel of Spike’s fingers on her skin. Stopping when he knew she was awake, Spike intertwined his fingers with Buffy’s, marvelling at the way her tiny hand slipped so perfectly into his.

Withdrawing her hand slowly, Buffy sat up, pulling on her clothes hurriedly.

Not only had she made it obvious what she was dragging Spike away for- in front of her friends, little sister and ex boyfriend, she had stayed in Spike’s crypt for then entire night, leaving said little sister alone with Willow.

If Willow was actually there. She had been keeping strange hours recently, coming and going throughout the night and spending her days sleeping instead of being at college. It was obviously having an effect on Dawn, because the teenager was refusing to talk to the witch. Feeling guilty about abandoning everyone for sex with Spike, Buffy soon found herself blaming Spike.

If he wasn’t there watching her fight, she wouldn’t have been so horny and therefore wouldn’t have dragged him off a la cavegirl!Buffy.

“Leaving so soon?” Spike queried as the Slayer pulled on her boots. Returning the dark look she sent his way, he pressed on, not bothering to cover his nudity as he stood and followed her to the ladder.

“Buffy?” He called plaintively, “You’re not staying?”

Turning around she frowned at him, trying to quash the guilt and self-hatred that was bubbling up inside her.

“No.” She said quietly. “This can’t go on.”

“What?” Spike joked lightly, “Heard this tune love, got the sheet music.” He frowned as she bowed her head,

“I’m sorry William.” She was saying as Spike’s world fell away. His hearing ability all but flew out the window as she continued, “I don’t want to hurt you, but this is killing me. I can’t do this to myself- or you. We can’t do this to each other.”

She turned away from him, climbing the ladder in a daze.

Letting her go, Spike stood frozen to the spot. That was it.

His reason for living just walked out the door.



Walking home in a daze, the rest of the day flew by in hurried preparations for that evenings pending nuptials and Buffy gladly let herself get swept up in the madness.

Anything to take her mind of Spike and the void she felt inside.

She had to break things off with him if she was to start over, any relationship they may have deserved a real chance and that meant starting over fresh. Not something destructive or shameful. Something she could be willing to show the world. To show Dawn.

Speaking of Dawn- Why was she not helping to set up this stupid wedding reception? How the hell did she work her way out of it? And better still, why didn’t she get everyone else out of it?



“Buff?” Xander called, snapping his fingers in front of her face. If she didn’t already look pale and gaunt, the putrid green dress she was wearing was doing an excellent job of making her unattractive and dead looking. Leading his best friend into his dressing room, he couldn’t help but ask what was wrong, the depressed grimace on her face finally becoming more than he could bear. It was bad enough that his own second thoughts were catching up with him, but miserable guests would really upset Anya.

“I’m fine.” Buffy insisted, forcing a smile onto her face and eyeing the exit longingly.

“And Spike?” Xander tried not to judge, he was fully aware that his comments in the past had not been taken lightly by his wife to be.

Scary thought there, he mused, repressing the shudders that racked his body. He wasn’t ready for marriage, his parents were out there- drunk- as living proof of his inability to give Anya what she deserved from life. She definitely deserved better than him, just as Buffy deserved better than Spike.

“It’s nothing to do with Spike.” Buffy insisted, “I’m staying away from him, he deserves more than I can give.” She wiped away the lone tear that had escaped from her eye and gave her best friend a quick hug.

“He deserves?” Xander was flabbergasted. What the frilly heck was that supposed to mean? That bleached moron didn’t deserve anything but a swift stake to the heart. His face obviously gave him away because Buffy smiled patiently,

“Everyone deserves what they want when it comes to love.” She said softly, “You might not feel like you deserve Anya, but maybe she doesn’t feel that she deserves you?”

Leaving Xander to his thoughts, she slipped away, waving to Willow and Tara in the hallway. She was glad they were speaking to each other again, if only her love began with friendship.

“Pet?” A familiar drawl came from behind her. Steeling herself against the emotional onslaught, she turned to see her little sister on Spike’s arm, her bridesmaid dress just as hideous as everyone else’s, but the adoration and love in his eyes digging an empty pit in her stomach.

“You ready?” Dawn was already dragging Spike away, taking her place at the bottom of the aisle and giving the groom a double thumbs up.

*****

Sneaking away from the wedding reception after Buffy, Spike ignored the desperate attempts by Cecily, Halfrek, whoever the hell she was, to talk to him and followed the Slayer, delighting in stalking her. The little pleasures in life being all he had left to cling to.

Following her across town, Spike kept to the shadows, ducking and hiding in an ancient dance that sang through his long dead veins. The exhilaration of the hunt keeping him far behind the Slayer, watching from afar as she made her way up her garden path and into her house.

This was what being a vampire was all about. The hunt, the chase, the feeling he got when his teeth sank through skin, fresh blood coursing down his throat. He hadn’t realised how much he had missed the simple thrills since he had fallen in love with Buffy.

Smiling when she shut the door behind her, Spike stepped out from behind his tree and let himself in the front door, silently making his way up the stairs and watching through a crack in the door.

Shaking off the feeling of being watched, Buffy turned the mirror away from her as she shed her clothes and stretched her muscles, winding down the way he knew she loved to do after a stressful day. Turning to from the scissors on the side, Buffy picked them up slowly, feeling the cool metal in the palm of her hand. She frowned at the small pieces of metal, ripping them apart with satisfaction. No more would she need them. She was making her own choices, controlling her own life. She dropped the halves into the waste bin, turning away from them for the last time.

Not wanting to be caught, he was making his way down the stairs when he heard the bath begin to run, the scent of vanilla wafting to his senses.

Seeing the door swing open, Buffy gasped as a black boot made it’s way into the room, her eyes taking in his belted black denim jeans, tight black top with red shirt and leather duster, her jaw dropping despite her attempts to remain unaffected by his mere presence.

“What do you want Spike?” Buffy tried to keep her voice neutral, not wanting to give him any ideas. She had to stand firm in her decision to keep away from him. Running away from her problems definitely wasn’t the answer.

Shutting the door behind him, Spike settled against the door, his tongue curling behind his teeth as he posed.

“Spike?”

Stalking towards her, his predatory stance making Buffy feel like his prey, he stopped, towering above her as she tried to move away from him. Blocking her in with his arms he leant his head to the wall, his tongue darting out to lick the outer shell of her ear, pinning her head against the wall in the process.

“Please Spike?” Buffy pleaded, her voice wavering, fighting for control of the situation.

“You know you want it.” His husky voice tickled her ear, her arousal almost as undeniable as her fear, her knees gripping together as she tried to get a hold on herself.

“No. Please.” Her hands scrabbling for purchase as she tried to push him away, his strength and stamina while an equal match for hers any other day seemed to overpower her smaller frame, the tiredness radiating through her body.

“Gonna show you.” He muttered, pulling at the opening of her robe, the lure of her uncovered flesh spurring him onwards. He knew she wanted him, she just needed to stop denying to herself what she needed.

“Please. No.” She cried, wrenching herself free of his grasp and shoving him away. “Spike. No.” Punching his chest, she kicked out her legs to prevent him from cornering him again. Pushing her back against the clinical white tiles, Spike tried to place a kiss on her lips, his eyes glazed and bloodshot.

Avoiding a punch to his nose, Spike ducked, banging his head on the porcelain sink and crashing to the floor next to Buffy.

Holding his head in his hands he began to sob uncontrollably, his torment and anguish tearing him up inside.

Buffy sighed, her head resting on the cold tiled wall, the steam from her aborted bath making her skin flushed and clammy. Opening her eyes she wiped away the tears from her cheeks, swallowing her emotions and focusing herself with deep breaths.

What the hell just happened?

What the hell was he hoping to achieve?

How far was he going to push her?

Seeing the usually cocky and self assured vampire hiding his face in his hands, pretty much inconsolable when he realised what he had attempted to do, Buffy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into her embrace and pressing kisses to his soft, curled hair.

“Spike?” She whispered, stroking the curls into a riotous mess atop his head. “William, I’m sorry.”

Peeling away his hands from his face, Buffy smiled softly.

“I know I forced you and I’m sorry.”

Kissing away his tears she ignored the guilt she felt at forcing such a strong man to this. This was what she had reduced him to with her selfishness and inability to understand the depths of his love.

In just a few short months she had managed to break him.

“Buffy?” He whispered, cherishing the feeling of her head resting on his shoulder. “Stake me now.”

Choosing to ignore his comment, Buffy took his hand in hers and led him out of the bathroom, away from the desperate emotions that hung over them. A fresh start, not only for herself but for the man she loved.

Her friends hadn’t had a problem with her and Spike, she had created that problem and many more in her mind, blowing them out of proportion with her fear and shame.

She was no longer ashamed of being in love with Spike. She would shout it from the rooftops if that was what it took.

Closing the door behind them and giving them some privacy, Buffy led Spike to the bed, guiding him to the middle and kissing him softly, her tongue probing for entrance.

Shrugging off his duster, Spike did nothing to staunch the flow of tears from his eyes and simply closed them. The tears falling freely from beneath his dark lashes while Buffy kissed him.

*****

Taking off his shirt, Buffy ran her hands under his skin-tight tee shirt, revelling in the power she knew lay beneath the silky soft skin. Tugging at the hem, she pulled the offending garment over his head, stripping the last item of clothing from his perfectly sculpted body and relaxing when Spike opened her robe, exposing her breasts to his soft kisses, pressing his lips to every inch of skin he could, taking extra time on swelling bruises he couldn’t undo.

“Buffy.” He breathed, not quite believing he was awake and this was in fact real. Continuing his exploration and worship of her body, he was stunned beyond words when Buffy began to do the same. They would have forever to get to know each other intimately. Now was her chance to express her love for him and to let herself feel the depths of his love for her.

Covering their naked bodies with the sheets, Buffy kept his gaze, hoping that the love shining in his deep bloode eyes was mirrored in her own. Never again did she want to be the cause of such anguish as she had witnessed earlier.

Their eyes never straying, Spike guided himself to her entrance, her slick arousal too much to resist. Pushing himself inside he stilled, wanting to savour the moment forever.

Accustomed to his impressive size, Buffy began to rock beneath him, encouraging him to join her, their fingers intertwined, eyes locked and hearts wide open.

Time stopped, fell away from them, there was nothing but themselves in the world. Nothing in the world but two lovers rocking together in a timeless tradition, expressing themselves without words, leading each other to completion.

Keeping a tight grip on Buffy’s hand, Spike began to thrust deeper, harder, his strokes becoming more and more urgent with his own impending climax. This wasn’t about getting her off, making her feel.

Pressing his face to her neck, he inhaled deeply.

Feeling Spike’s breath at her neck Buffy found herself smiling. There was no doubt in her mind that he wouldn’t bite her. Not without permission. She trusted him.

Tilting her head to give him better access, Buffy nodded almost imperceptibly.

Wasting no time at all, Spike sank his canines into her throat, obliterating all previous marks as he marked her as his mate.

Taking a long sensual pull on her blood he whispered an ancient incantation, the wounds immediately sealing themselves, a burning sensation coursing through their bodies and pushing them over the edge, Spike climaxing as Buffy’s muscles tightened around him in her own orgasm.

Panting, Buffy smiled almost girlishly up at him. The claim he had initiated burning her with it’s strength and emotion.

Pulling Buffy on top of him, her skin against his heating it beyond belief he risked a smile, not wanting to chase her away but wanting to confirm the illusion currently suckling on his nipples. She wasn’t going to kick him down and out. Not this time. It was finally time to show her just how much he loved her.

Now and forever. They would belong to each other.



*This story is dedicated to Bittenandstaked as she inspired me to get this written and posted before we met. So huge thanks to her!*
 
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