A/N: This is the first time I've published a sex scene. Feedback re: its potency (*giggles*) is welcome.




After stopping at the butcher’s for Spike, they headed to Marlene’s house. The Wicca invited Spike in and checked her protective wards before he told them about Angel’s plan. Buffy was quite relieved that his behavior had just been a ruse, as she’d not wanted to have to kill him a second time. Spike seemed quite overwhelmed that Buffy had so many resources at her disposal and that she wanted to use them to help. She and Marlene contacted Willow and they drew up a plan while Spike and Dawn spent some time catching up.

“Spike, I never got a chance to apologize for being mean to you last year.”

“S’ok, Bit. I deserved it.”

“Not all of it, really. And then it just seemed like there was no privacy in the house, and you were busy training, then we….” She trailed off, not sure how to continue.

“Kicked Buffy out of the Scoobies?” he supplied.

“Well, yeah, I guess you could say that,” she responded with a look of guilt. “I’m just glad you’re back and we’re here, just in time, apparently, for another apocalypse!”

Spike scooted closer to her and gave her a hug. “Me, too, Niblet. Me, too.” He released her and picked up her hand. “Thought I was headed off for another dusty ending, but with the help of all the white hats we just might come out on top.”

Buffy and Marlene had finished talking with Willow and Buffy was coming back into the living room when she heard Spike’s last comment. She stood before him briefly, hands on hips, before kneeling in front of him.

“That’s why you were reading poetry, isn’t it? You thought you were going on a suicide mission.” Dawn wisely chose to leave the room at this point, but neither of them noticed her exit.

“Knew it was a one-way ticket, luv, but we all voted. We knew we might lose this battle, but we’ll win the war.”

“And you would have died again, without me even knowing you were alive.” Buffy gripped his thighs with Slayer strength, trying to convey both anger and love in her touch.

“Don’t know what to say, Buffy,” Spike said sheepishly. “Thought I was making the right decision.”

“Listen, Spike. I don’t want to go over this anymore. We’ve got some making up to do and not a whole lot of time to do it.” She stood and held out her hand, waiting for him to take it.

Spike reached out without hesitation and she pulled him to his feet. They headed upstairs, fingers entwined, and Buffy led them into her room. Spike quietly shut the door behind them, and they just stood, looking at each other, both unsure of their next move.

Two years ago, neither had been shy about making the first advance. Last year had been about finding intimacy on a spiritual and mental level. And the past few months had been spent mourning each other, Spike over unrequited love, and Buffy over love unrealized. Now Spike knew Buffy loved him, and Buffy knew Spike was real. As they each came to the realization that they were wasting precious moments, their bodies glided towards one another until Buffy was in Spike’s arms.

“Say it again, Buffy,” Spike whispered against her hair.

Buffy cradled his face in her hands and stroked his cheekbones with her thumbs. She looked right into the warm pools of blue that were his eyes and told him.

“I love you, Spike.” In a heartbeat his lips were on hers and the world fell away from Buffy. She felt one of his hands on the small of her back and the other between her shoulder blades, pulling her flush to him. She twined her arms around his neck and let herself be swept away in the tide of their passion.

Four years in the making, since their first ill-fated kiss under Willow’s spell, had led them here; a place in time where they were finally of one mind, one heart, and one soul. There were no doubts and no guilt as they undressed each other and fell onto the bed.

Their lovemaking was slow and tender. Buffy ran her hands over every inch of his hardened body, committing his lines and muscles to memory. Spike was enraptured; she’d never shown him this level of affection in bed before. The sensation of her warm hands gliding across his body was almost too much to bear. It had been over two years since he’d been inside her and he couldn’t wait any longer.

They lay side by side as he reached out to touch her body, much as she was touching his. He caressed each of her soft, firm breasts and skimmed his hand down her side before coming to rest in the hollow of her waist. He slid his strong arm around her middle and pulled her closer, their bodies now pressed firmly together. As his lips fastened onto hers he raised her top leg, resting it atop his hip.

Buffy gasped when she felt the probing head of his rock-hard erection push against her slick cleft. Spike teased her a bit, gliding along the length of her opening, but not seeking entrance. Her hips bucked as she tried to fill the aching emptiness that had plagued her since she’d broken off their damaged relationship two years before.

“God, Spike, need you now; need you so bad,” she panted, grabbing his slender hips and forcing him inside with one firm push, and shifting so she lay below him. The two lovers cried out in pleasure as their hearts and souls were joined in time with their bodies. Spike finally came to his senses and began thrusting slow and deep into her warm core, setting a pleasurable pace that conveyed all his love and passion for the woman in his arms.

“Christ, Buffy! I missed you… love you so much…missed this; missed being inside you.” Spike spoke endearments of love while their hands grabbed and pulled, trying to get closer. Buffy wanted to suck Spike inside her and never let go. She finally felt complete after struggling for several years to find a balance between her life as a woman and the Slayer. She had to choke back a sob when she thought of all the heartache they’d suffered through just to get to this point.

But she wouldn’t change a thing. She’d do it all over again so they could end up here; together and in love, with no guilt, anger, denial, or shame.

Buffy came to a realization as she felt the approach of her orgasm. It was not a new thought since it had been part of her secret dreams for a while. She grabbed Spike’s hips and stilled them so she could tell him what she wanted.

Confusion replaced pleasure on his face as Spike made to pull out of her.

“Don’t…just stay there for a minute, please?” she said breathlessly.

“What is it pet? Am I hurting you?” Concern hung heavy in his voice.

“No, no. It’s perfect. It doesn’t get any better then this.” Her hands began caressing his back and he gentled against her. “In fact,” she continued, “I’ll never want anything else. Or anyone else.”

“You know I feel the same way, luv.” His hips wiggled against hers. “Can we continue now? Hmmm?” And there was the smirk she knew and loved.

“Yes, but…oh God…no…just a minute…ohhhh….Spike! Wait, please!”

The vampire huffed and laid his head on her shoulder. “What is it, Buffy?”

“Look at me, please?” she pleaded. He brought himself up on his elbows and kissed her briefly before giving her his full attention. “I know that you would probably never want to get married, even if we could, a-a-and even if there was time, but I need for you to know…that’s what I want, or you know, if you wanted it, and…”

“Buffy, luv, breathe. You’re channeling Red.” Spike softened his words with another kiss. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“I want this…forever.”

Spike’s head flew back like he’d been hit. “You want me to make you a vampire?”

“No, no, not that kind of forever. Till the end of the world forever. I just wanted you to know that I’m yours.”

“God, Buffy…that’s just….oh, Christ.” Words failed both of them as Spike began thrusting harder. They hit their peaks simultaneously and thrashed in each others arms until the tremors passed. Each was held tight by the other and lips met in passionate kisses, indicating that the lovers were not quite finished yet.

Spike pulled away first and looked at Buffy intensely. “Did you mean it pet? That you’d marry me?”

The beautiful woman lying under him nodded her head. “In a heartbeat. Well, mine, of course,” she smiled.

Spike was thoughtful for a moment before speaking again. “There’s something we could do, but I’m not sure you’d approve.” He closed his eyes and was silent again. Buffy gave him a verbal shove by asking him to just say it.

“We can mate,” he said softly. His eyes flew open in surprise when Buffy asked him about it.

“How do we do that?”

“It would involve biting and marking.” His tone was cautious, knowing she’d never allow herself to be bitten again, not since that ponce Dracula had worked his gypsy mojo on her and gotten a taste.

“Keep going,” she urged.

Blinking slowly as if to reassure himself this conversation was actually taking place, he continued.

“Right, then. We shag again, only this time, we bite each other when we come. We make a promise to belong to one another and drink.”

“Drink? Champagne or something?”

“No, you silly girl,” and he smiled and kissed her softly. “Each other’s blood. That’s it, then. We’d be mated until death do us part, a bond recognized by most demons, but meaning nothing to humans.”

“Okay. Let’s do it.”

Spike grew hard again hearing the acquiescence in her voice, but knew she couldn’t possibly want the mating and all it entailed. “Buffy, luv, this is serious.”

“I am being serious.”

“But if we both survive this battle…”

“No,” she interrupted. “This is not because we’re facing another apocalypse. It’s because I love you and want to be with you always. And I don’t want you to doubt that ever again.”

A tender hand reached up to cup her cheek. “Oh, luv. I won’t. And you don’t need to prove anything to me.”

“But do you want it? Do you want me to be your mate?”

“God, yes, Buffy. More than anything. Just understand, there’s no going back. There’s no divorce. If we’re still alive tomorrow, you’re stuck with me.”

“I can live with stuck.” She thrust her hips into his, a slow ignition of pleasure beginning its burn along their bodies. They began their dance anew, only to pause for one more issue.

“Angel’s gonna know.” Spike hated to bring it up, but she needed to be forewarned.

“Crap.” She sagged against him and Spike braced himself. He knew she’d never gotten over that great git, and just when he thought he might have a chance to make her his, Peaches got in the way again.

“Spike?” He seemed lost in thought and didn’t hear her. “Spike?” A little louder this time, and with a caress to his cheek. He finally tuned into her, defeat written on his face.
“Oh, baby, it’s not what you think,” she soothed, kissing him forcefully.

They finally broke apart, but Spike was still not placated. “Why do I doubt that, Slayer? He’s always popping up at the most inconvenient times.”

“I know, and that’s what I want to tell you.” Spike was quiet, so she continued. “That night he came to Sunnydale and gave me the amulet, I was thrown for a loop. I hadn’t expected to see him, but it was nice. No matter what, I will always care about him, just like a part of you will always love Dru. Right?” she prodded him, and got an affirmative grunt in response. She snuggled closer to Spike and ran a soothing hand up and down his arm and around his chest and belly.

“He knew we were together, and I didn’t deny it, but…” she lifted up on an elbow and looked into Spike’s eyes. “I’m sorry. I really messed up, and at the time it made sense, but now I feel horrible. Spike, you know I love you? Right?” A hysterical note crept into her voice and Spike reassured her.

“I know love. It’s okay now. Go on.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, but when Angel sees us, he might bring it up. And I’m done with secrets and hiding.” He nodded, and brought a hand up to tangle in her hair, petting her, showing his affection. “He wanted to know if you were my boyfriend, and all I could say was that you were in my heart. I just couldn’t let him go under those circumstances, and I probably led him on a bit.” She burrowed closer to Spike, trying to apologize with her body. Her voice dropped to a regretful whisper. “I told him I couldn’t see fat grandbabies in our future, and I gave him this lame analogy about being cookie dough, and not being baked and then I told him that when I was baked I might come back to him. But then you burned up in the Hellmouth and it hurt so much, and you came back and I know I’m cookies now, and…

Spike was shaking and Buffy was nearly distraught. “You have to believe me, Spike! I’m so sorry!” She turned his face up, willing him to see the love in her eyes and stopped cold. He wasn’t crying; he was laughing!

“Cookie dough?” he snorted.

“It was the best I could do at the time! I was dis..dis..discombobulated!” Then she joined in the laughter and the tension abated. “I should have been honest with him, but he’d come all that way, brought the amulet, and I was sending him packing. I guess I just wanted him to think I was grateful.”

“Buffy, it’s okay. All that matters is that we’re here now, and I’m glad you were honest with me. It gives me some good material to work with when Angel starts poking his fangs where they don’t belong. He’s going to give us a hard time, especially since you were stringing him along.”

“Rub it in, why don’t you? Facing him will be difficult. I know that my friends probably won’t be thrilled, either. But I’m done putting their needs above my own. This is for us, and what we want, and as long as you’re by my side, it’ll be okay.”

“That’s right, luv, just for us. I know it’s not a park with indirect sunlight, but this is all I could do on short notice.” He rolled off her, sweeping his hand around the room. She giggled as he grabbed her hand and scooted up to the headboard of the bed, pulling her with him.

“This is fine. I wouldn’t want to be Mrs. Big Pile of Dust anyway. And what are you doing?” she asked when he began arranging pillows behind his back and bounced backwards into them a few times.

“I’m getting comfy. Now, c’mere, luv,” he said, voice sultry and demanding. Buffy climbed up his body and sat in his lap.

“This is new.”

“It’s a good position for what we’re gonna do.” His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear and he dropped to a whisper. “And it’s very intimate. You never wanted to be this close to me before.”

“I was an idiot before,” she whispered back, lifting up and preparing to settle back down on his cock. Spike’s hands traveled from her shoulders to hips and guided her home. Twin gasps filled the room as he seated himself fully within. Buffy tried to set a rhythm but Spike tightened his grasp at her waist and stilled her.

“When it’s time, luv, we’ll say some pretty words to each other, like wedding vows. I’ll go first, so you know what to do. Then I’ll claim you as mine, and call you my mate. After that, I’ll bite and take some of your blood. You do the same and that’s that. Into the breach and all that.” His hands moved up to cup her face and he leaned in so they were nose to nose. “Are you ready, sweetling?”

“Ready, Randy,” she replied with a smile and hip thrust.

“Saucy girl!” His growl hit Buffy in all the good spots and she began to ride him in earnest, her arms clutching his shoulders with slayer strength, knowing he could take it. Spike’s hands were everywhere as she moved over him; cupping and thumbing her nipples, light spanks on her ass to encourage her movements, caressing her flanks and tickling the inside of her knee to stutter her rhythm.

They climbed ever higher, moving to the music of their love, until Spike grasped her around the waist with one hand and used the other to move her hair to the side and pushed her neck towards his mouth. Buffy squirmed in his tight grip, the Slayer instinctively wanting to be away from the face that was morphing. But the woman in love trumped the warrior and submitted to the demon she had chosen for her mate.

Spike nudged her chin with his nose, causing her to look at him, and he spoke. “Buffy, my love, my Queen; you have tamed the demon I am and nurtured the man within. You have forgiven the trespasses I committed against you and gave me hope where there was none. You believed in me and gave me your trust. Now you have entrusted me with your heart and desire to form an unbreakable bond. I now claim you as mine, and take you as mate.

Buffy was stunned by his poetic declaration and barely noticed her neck being positioned for the bite. The sting was brief and she felt the suckling from the tips of her nipples to the clench of her pussy. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy but she was denied from reaching her peak as Spike continued to hold her immobile. The glorious sensations coming from her neck stopped and gulped great breaths while she tried to find her voice. Spike retracted his fangs and laved his mark with an agile tongue, petting and stroking to calm her down.

She finally drew in a deep breath and responded in kind. “Spike, my love, my protector; you have watched my back and cared for my family. You believed in me when no one else did, and gave me the will to live when I wanted to die again. You have loved me without condition or judgement and have proven to be a worthy mate to the Slayer. I now claim you as mine, and take you as mate. She saw tears in her lover’s eyes before he closed them and tilted his head to the side, giving her easy access to his neck. She lowered her lips to the pale flesh and placed a feather-light kiss where his pulse once beat. Knowing it would hurt him, she bit hard and fast to get the job done, and sucked hard, pulling his blood into her waiting mouth.

As she swallowed, the air around them crackled and popped, and sparks lit their nerve endings. She released his neck and licked it clean and a gold haze suffused their bodies. They felt sluggish yet excited, and their bodies yearned for completion. Opening themselves to the magic, they moved together, hips thrusting, each trying to give the other maximum pleasure. Buffy angled herself just the right way to create that wonderful friction and she froze, feeling the warmth from her clit travel on her nerve endings to the rest of her body. When the tension was at its peak she bounced mindlessly on Spike’s cock, and wailed, riding out the mother of all orgasms.

Spike had to let go when she cried out and he held her churning hips still as he spilled into her, pouring un-beating heart and newly acquired soul into her pliant body. He welcomed the cocoon of the binding magic, letting it surround and envelop him, until the crackling stopped and it was just them again, alone in the room with their breath coming deep and heavy.

There were no more words to be said as they locked eyes and slid into a more comfortable position, still connected, lying side by side, stroking each other’s faces and kissing softly. They were each conscious of the growing bond; it was a living thing between them. An awareness of love that was so tangible that you might be able to grasp it. Knowledge that no matter what, you belonged to someone, and they belonged to you.

TBC