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The Rest of our Lives by Ariel Dawn
 
Being Bad
 
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Disclaimer: Yes, I am the creator of all things Buffy...sadly only in dreams.
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Chapter 23: Being Bad

Spike walked down the stairs and out the door without a look to any of the people loitering in Buffy’s house.

He didn’t stop when Ariel called out “Da!” to him.

Holding his coat up over his head, Spike ran to the nearest sewer entrance and hopped down.

Down in the sewer, Spike started to let out his frustration on the sewer wall. Each blow to the wall brought forth it’s own string of curses and expletives.

The problem was he didn’t know why he was so angry anymore. Shouldn’t I feel happy that she wants to be my mate? he thought.

Still there was that niggling feeling in the back of his head. Only bad things could happen if he took a mate, like last time.

But Buffy said that Dru had told her it was ok.

Spike shook his head to clear it.

Could he trust Dru? Should Buffy trust Dru?

Spike let his hand trail up wards to the imprint of Buffy’s bite mark. She hadn’t broken the skin, it wasn’t a real claim, but her intent...

He knew that she wanted commitment, wasn‘t living in her house and sleeping in her bed day after day enough?

Spike gave one last kick to the cement and took off down the tunnel.
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“What did you do!?“ screamed Ariel flinging open her parent’s bedroom door. “He left! You made him leave!“

Buffy looked up from her place on the bed, her face red and splotchy. Sometime between Spike leaving and Ariel opening the door she had managed to put on a bathrobe and fling herself onto the bed.

Buffy took a look at her daughter and started to cry again.

“If you make him leave us I’ll hate you forever!” screamed Ariel, slamming the door again.

Dawn peered out of her bedroom to see and hear Ariel scream and slam Buffy’s door. The words Ariel spoke instantly reminded her of something that she had said to Buffy during their parent’s divorce.

Dawn crept into Buffy’s room and lay down beside her.

“He *sob* left, Dawn,” cried Buffy. “It’s all my fault.”

Dawn hugged her sister.

“I just wanted *sob* him to be *hic* mine.”

“He is yours Buffy,” soothed Dawn.

“No, he won’t let me,” Buffy wailed.

“He’ll be back Buffy. He can never stay away from you for long.”

“He’ll be back, Dawn. But he won’t be mine.”
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Dawn managed to get Buffy into the shower and headed for Ariel’s room. Ariel was supposed to have cleaned up her room so that Hank and Valery could stay in it. When Dawn entered the tween’s room, to find that Ariel had thrown a classic Dawn temper tantrum. There were clothes strewn all over the room, books and papers decorated the bed and desk. Ariel was lying on her bed stomach down.

“Go away,” mumbled Ariel.

“Looks like you inherited the Dawn temper tantrum,” said Dawn crossing her arms. “Your parents named you right.”

“Whatever, go away.”

“Nuh uh, I need to tell you something first. And you are going to listen to your crusty old Aunt Dawn.”

There was no response from the prone figure on the bed.

“What you said to Buffy, I said that to her when our parents got divorced. I thought that her being the Slayer and staying out all night was making our parents fight.”

“Are you saying that my parents are going to get a divorce when they aren’t even married yet? Thanks Aunt Dawn.”

“No! Grr, I’m not saying that at all. What you said to Buffy was mean. That’s what I’m trying to say!” Dawn was getting angry now.

“So? She made him leave! He’s my Da!”

“And he’ll be back Ariel!”

“How do you know that?”

“Cause he’s Spike, Ariel, he always comes back.”

“He didn’t even look at me when I called him.”

“They had a fight, you’ve lived with them for twelve years and you don’t know how they fight?”

“It’s never been that bad before.”

“I’ve seen worse. Don’t worry about it.”

“Do you know what they were fighting about? It was something she did wasn’t it?”

“I don’t really know Ariel.”
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Wet hair and clad in denim shorts and a tank top, Buffy sniffled a few times before putting on her own personal resolve face. Her dad was arriving in a few hours and she had to clean.

General Buffy arrived at the bottom of the stairs. Dawn was drafted for vacuuming. Oz for Cat duty. Ariel was still not talking to her, but Buffy barked through the door for her to clean up her room. Andrew made the mistake of showing his face and was delegated to dish duty. Xander was made to dust and Buffy cleaned the bathroom.

From her location in the Bathroom Buffy couldn’t help but hear every single crash and bang from Ariel’s room.

“Maybe we could put Cat in with me and put Dad and Valery in Cat’s room?” muttered Buffy to Giles, who had just come down from Willow’s room, having had a morning nap.

“What happened?” asked the Watcher.

Buffy exhaled. “Spike and I had a fight. He left. She blames me.”

“She doesn’t seem to know Spike very well then does she?” said Giles wiping his glasses. “Spike always comes back.”

“He told me he’d come back Giles, I just don’t think we’ll be the same when he does,” she said sadly.
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Buffy was helping Willow up to her room to lie down, after the witch’s spectacular teleportation into the house, ending up upside down over the couch, when she heard the back door open and shut.

Her heart started to flutter thinking it was Spike, back just like he said he would be. She continued up the stairs with Willow, and set her friend down to rest, promising to send Oz up, once he was finished with Cat and the toddler’s garden that she was constructing in the back yard, in the snow.

Buffy raced down the stairs and nearly ran right into Spike who was coming up.

“Hey,” she started, putting her hands in her pockets and looking down at the floor.

“Hey,” he responded.

There was a pause.

“You came back,” she said finally.

“Told you I would.”

“So did Dawn.... and Giles.”

“Guess the whole lot of ‘em know I’ll never be able to leave you alone then.”

“I like it that way,” she said softly.

They stood silently for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry Spike,” whispered Buffy.

Spike stepped forward and wrapped her up in his arms. “There’s nothing to be sorry about Buffy. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Didn’t I?” she sniffed. “I told you I wouldn’t push. I pushed. I’m a pusher.”

Spike bit back a laugh and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her up the stairs and into their room.

He set her down on the bed and turned to close the door. Standing in the hallway was Ariel looking quite angry at the pair in the room.

Spike locked eyes with her for a moment before the tween turned with a huff and took off down the stairs.

Spike closed the door.

“She was really angry. Guess she still is,” said Buffy.

“Angry about what?”

“That you’d leave us, her really. You didn’t talk to her when you left.”

“Oh.”

“Ya.”

The room filled with silence.

“I don’t want to be another Drusilla for you,” she said bringing her fears to the forefront. “I don’t want to be the girl who brings you out of what you think is a bad phase of your life. I don‘t want to be someone you have to leave a hundred years down the road because you fall for someone else. You once told me that I was the one, for you. Isn’t it fair that you should be the one to me?”

Buffy scooted off the bed and walked towards the statuesque vampire. “I don’t want to be your second ’insert adjective here’ princess, Spike. What I want what you didn’t have with her.”

“What do you want pet?” he finally asked.

“I want you, as my lover, my partner, my friend, my mate, the father of my children, the one I turn to when life gets sucky. What I want is to spend the rest of my days on this earth with the vampire who knows me inside and out, who gets me hot and who believes in me like I believe in him.”

Spike stared in silence processing her words.

“Seventy-six trombones led the big parade,” she started to sing. “With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.”

He laughed. “It’s about bloody time.”

“That I sussed out what I wanted? Ya, I think so too.” She smiled.

“It’s good to hear pet.”

“Then why aren’t you kissing me?”

Spike smiled and leaned down to capture his lips with his own. Buffy let her fingers walk up his arms and pushed his duster off of his shoulders, letting the leather slide to the floor. She slid her hands up under his black shirt feeling ever indentation of his abs, then raking her finger nails down the unblemished skin.

Spike hissed as she scratched hard and she giggled into his mouth. Grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards the bed, Spike noticed an evil smile on the face of his lover. She crawled onto the bed, still pulling him closer.

“I want you, all of you,” she murmured. “And I want you inside of me.”

Spike moaned happily, following her onto the bed and covering her with his body. Buffy pressed her hands to his ass, and ground her pelvis into his.

Buffy pushed Spike off of her and began to undress him, first pulling off his pants, then his tee shirt. Starting at his neck, Buffy licked a slick, slow trail with her tongue down his smooth chest, past his abs, stopping at his navel and heading on to lick down his semi erect shaft, causing the appendage to twitch.

“Slayer...” Spike moaned.

“Not the Slayer, Spike,” she said taking time between laps of her tongue to his cock.

“Love...”

“Better.” Buffy ran her tongue up Spike’s now hard cock slowly, then, reaching the top, enveloped the tip with her hot mouth.

Spike groaned in delight, burying his hands in her hair and holding her head fast.

“So hot, love, yes, love your hot little mouth,” he grunted.

Buffy pulled away, and smiled up at her lover.

Spike whimpered at the loss.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you cum this soon did you?” she said with an evil glint in her eye.

“Evil, pet,” he said reaching out to bring her closer.

“What can I say, baby, I’ve always been bad,” she giggled.

“Show me,” he said.

Buffy straddled his thighs, avoiding his cock which was at attention, begging for contact. Buffy let her hands cup her breasts and then trail down her front and into her jeans.

Spike watched mouth open, as Buffy started to get herself off with her tiny hand, deep in her jeans where he couldn’t see.

Her moans started to get louder and louder as he watched. Finally he couldn’t take not being an active participant and he grabbed her upper arms and flipped her onto the bed, tearing her jean shorts off her frame. Spike gazed at her uncovered wet and ready centre. He pushed her nimble fingers away and dove in tongue first.

Buffy smiled as Spike licked and nibbled like he was a hungry animal between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his head as she got closer and closer to orgasm. Buffy fisted her hands into the comforter on the bed, and let out a primal scream as she came hard against his mouth.

Panting and spent, Buffy had no opportunity to recover before she felt Spike mounting her.

“Want in, Buffy,” said Spike, positioned at her entrance.

“Come in, William.”

Buffy gasped as his girth was slammed into her.

Spike held her hips and started thrusting with a slow rhythm into her core.

“Not William,” he grunted.

“Yes, and Spike, both.”

Spike slammed harder into her, causing the head board of the bed to bang loudly into the wall.

“Who’s fucking you Buffy?” he grunted.

“You, love you,” she gasped. “Oh Spike, my Spike.”

“My Buffy.”

“Yes, god, harder Spike,” she begged.

Buffy forced herself up off the bed and captured his lips with hers. Playfully biting his lip, she moved down to his neck and started sucking on the marks she had made earlier that morning. Holding herself up by wrapping her arms about his neck, to steady herself against his powerful thrusts, she began to nibble the marks.

Without warning she felt Spike slip into his demonic face and slide his fangs into her neck. Buffy smiled and sighed with relief as she heard the words she had longed to hear for months.

“Mine,” he barked.

“Yours,” she answered.

The moment his fangs were out of her neck Buffy bit him back, this time hard enough to draw blood.

“Mine,” she said forcefully.

“Yours,” he answered.

Pulling back from each other’s neck, they looked into their mate’s eyes.

“Forever,” they murmured simultaneously.
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tbc...



 
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