A/N: Telly Time is coming to an end. I apologize for the delay in updating, but I had to deal with some personal stuff for some time and I didn't really have as much time to write as I would have liked.
For something that wasn't supposed to be more than a little drabble it grew into quite a fluffy (and smutty) little ficlet. This chapter is a bit longer than the other two, but I have a feeling that won't bother anyone. :)


Disclaimer: I still don't own it...


Before I go on with the chapter, I just wanted to voice my gratitude about the wonderful beta-work BloodyTearsOfLife did in regard to this story. And I'd like to thank her for all the praise and encouragement.
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Back to Normal



They were both panting harshly in an efford to calm down as they leaned against the crypt wall. Spike, who had his head pressed against the cold stone mere inches above Buffy's shoulder, still hard and buried deep inside her, was the first to move.


He straightened up and wound his arms securely around Buffy's waist, before he carried her over into his living room area and sat them down in his recliner.


Buffy's head never left his shoulder during their short walk and the only sign that she hadn't dozed off was the contented little sigh she gave as her arms tightened imperceptibly around his neck. That sound made his long dead heart soar with joy and the little puffs of warm air she breathed against his throat sent shivers up and down his spine.


Spike was happy. He had his girl in his lap, and so far she hadn't jumped up to run off in a flurry of 'soulless thing' and 'this is wrong' thrown his way and her virtue all a-flutter. He kissed her neck affectionately and when she didn't protest, he continued to trail feathery light kisses and nibbles up and down the sides of her throat and across her shoulder, while he murmured how much he loved her into her silky, golden skin. His hands roamed over her back, absorbing the heat she radiated.


That was until he looked past the crown of her golden tresses and noticed that he'd missed the kick off. And what was worse, someone from his team was being dismissed from the game with a straight red card.


His demeanour changed in the blink of an eye. With a vicious snarl, game face to the fore, he jumped up and started yelling and ranting at the screen.


"Bloody buggerin' fuck! What is wrong with you? Are you soddin' blind , you stupid pillock? He barely even touched that pansy! That bleedin' Dago is fakin' it to get a free kick an' provoke a card..."


Buffy, who, up to this moment, had basked in her happy little bubble of post orgasmic bliss, shrieked in surprise at the unexpected commotion and clung to him for dear life.


Only, once her brain caught up with her body, did she notice that his sudden movement had caused him to sheath his stiff cock even deeper inside her, the belled head bumping against all the right places, and it felt heavenly.


"Ugh... ooh... oh my god!" the blonde slayer managed to get out in a breathless moan, clutching his shoulders so hard she was almost drawing blood.


The fire that seemed to be quenched by her previous orgasms as she had been resting limply in his lap returned and set her body ablaze with desire while she groaned at the amazing feeling of Spike so deeply embedded inside her.


Her vaginal muscles tightened in reflex around his hard shaft, gripping him like a vice of steel.


That got his attention away from what was happening on the screen and he responded with a jerk of his hips and a mixture between a grunt and a lusty growl. His eyes flickered several times between the burning amber and their usual crystal blue before his human mask once again slid into place.


"Bloody hell, pet... Christ , those slayer muscles... give a bloke a warning." he groaned at her.


His hands flew to her hips as she lifted herself up to plunge her back down on his throbbing erection. Both groaned at the sensation, before their lips met in a ferocious kiss. In their ardour to practically devour the other, neither cared about bruised or torn lips.


Spike staggered backwards and manoeuvred them to his chair. He unceremoniously plopped down, driving his cock even deeper into her overheated channel which caused Buffy to mewl and whimper in pleasure.


However, she immediately started to ride him hard and fast. Her lips left his and she licked a path down his throat, which she worried with little bites . The blonde slayer raked her nails over his bare chest, leaving behind a trail of red welts and crescent shaped marks. When Spike started to buck up into her thrusts, she flung her head back, urging him on with almost desperate pleas.


"Ugh... harder, Spike... ahh, god... please... harder, more!"


Buffy grabbed the back of Spike's chair for better leverage as she ground down hard on him in an almost frantic rhythm.


"Fuck yes, kitten... just like that. Ride me hard!" he ground out, panting along with her, soccer game completely forgotten.


His eyes flashed feral yellow for a moment as they zeroed in on the perky little breasts that were suddenly dangling enticingly in front of his face. The blonde vampire latched onto one pert rosy nipple with a growl. Suckling and biting at it affectionately before he moved on to the other, treating it with the same care, spurred on by his lover’s cries of delight as she writhed above him.


"You like that, slayer?" he asked, tightening his grip on her hips as he stilled her movements almost completely. Buffy looked down at him, her eyes barely focused, glazed over with desire. She bit her bottom lip and just nodded, too far gone to form a coherent answer. Only then did he thrust up at just the right angle to give her the pleasure she craved when she was about to protest and demand he continue.


"Like 'aving that juicy quim of yours fucked by a soulless demon? My hard cock so deep inside you?" He bucked up sharply again and moved one of his hands down to give her clit a sharp twist. He slipped into game face and gave the side of her throat a sensuous lick. "A vamp so close to your neck?" His fingers were still working over her hard little nubbin as he continued to plunge into her sopping channel. He knew she would throw it back at him later and tell him how crude and disgusting he was, but right now it just served to turn her on more.


"You like it when I suck those pretty tits, luv? Scraping m' fangs over your tender pink nipples?" he taunted her, doing just that. Knowing she was close, he continued to tease her into a frenzy.


"Yes... ugh... god, yes! Spike!" she sobbed out, raw need and undisguised lust shining in her eyes. Although she would never tell him, she loved it when he talked dirty to her. If his self satisfied smirk was any indication, he already knew.


Buffy tensed, every muscle in her body coiled, she was just hovering on the brink of another colossal climax. She knew just what would send her flying over the edge big time, but she had denied herself... so far.


With only one of his hands holding her captive now, she resumed to ride him for all he was worth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed his face against her heaving breasts. Leaning down, she captured his earlobe with her blunt teeth giving it a sharp tug. She whispered into his ear in a sultry voice.


"Bite me, Spike! Please, I need you inside me... cock and fangs!"


He couldn't have stopped himself even if he had wanted to at her words. Giving a short thanks to whomever answered the prayers of a creature like him, Spike gave her clit a last flick before his sharp canines pierced the soft flesh of her breast.


Buffy had read once, that the bite of a vampire didn't always have to be about the pain, but could be quite erotic as well. She wasn't prepared for it to be like this.


A white hot fire of pleasure seemed to spread from her core throughout her entire body when Spike's fangs broke through her skin and she felt the pull on her blood as he drank from her. Without warning she tumbled over the edge. The force of which, had black spots dancing before her eyes until her vision blurred and she couldn't seem to stop screaming, as the feeling of ecstatic high continued to swirl through her.


He barely heard her cry out his name in the throes of her orgasm as her potent blood slid down his throat. He'd had slayer’s blood before, but nothing could compare to the taste of Buffy's, so freely offered to him.


He swallowed a last slow mouthful and slipped his fangs back out. Willing his game face away, he laved the bite marks closed. Only then did he let his own climax overwhelm him. If not already for the heavenly taste of her blood, her velvety walls still clenching around his over sensitised cock sent him over the edge as well and with a strangled roar, he bucked up one last time, shooting his cool semen deep inside her .


His hips continued to jerk involuntary as he sank back in the chair and Buffy slumped bonelessly against him. Totally spent, they both were panting, struggling to catch their breath.


"Wow," was the only thing she managed to rasp hoarsely after a while, still breathing heavily, and Spike could only nod dumbly in agreement.


As Buffy came down slowly, Spike's chin propped up on her shoulder, unmoving, she noticed that she had once again lost him to his 'footie'. She wriggled in his lap and flexed her inner muscles around him in an attempt to get his attention.


When he let out a tortured groan and lifted his head from its resting place to turn pleading eyes and pouty lips at her, she found herself unable to deny him anything. 'Damn!'


The blonde slayer heaved an exasperated sigh. "Fine," she muttered and moved off her vampire.


She barely stifled a whimper at the immediate sense of loss she felt, as their intimate connection was broken, already missing how he always seemed to fill her so completely.


That was all too soon replaced with a grimace as she stretched her slightly sore back and felt their combined fluids slide down her inner thighs. She really didn't want to sit around and wait for him like that.


"Ugh. I'm all sweaty and sticky now, and not in a good way either. I'm gonna treat myself to some shower-y goodness, while you finish watching 'that'. " She gestured dismissively at the TV-set behind her.


Seeing that she momentarily had his undivided attention, his eyes glued to her jiggling chest, she decided to pay him back a bit. Putting an extra sexy little sway to her hips as she sashayed over to the entrance to his lower level, she stretched her arms over her head as if to loosen her muscles and thrust her breasts out, before letting her hands slide down her sides ever so slowly.


When she heard him give a soft growl, she winked at him. "I hope you'll be available for the main course!"


Giggling at his tormented expression as his gaze flickered indecisively between her nude form and the screen, she gracefully leapt down to his bedroom chamber.


Buffy slowly padded over to the small bathroom area, her steps silenced by the plush oriental rugs that covered every inch of the concrete floor in Spike’s bedroom. He had really fixed the place up nicely and she marveled how cosy it felt with all the dark wooden furniture and the heavy four poster at the far end of the room. It was her favourite place, although they didn't even make it to the bed most times. Now it was almost drowned in a sea of fluffy down pillows and dozens of lit candles tinted the room in a warm glow.


As usual she tried to ignore how at ease and at home she felt in this tomb. Not like in her own house where she felt like an intruder, where everyone expected her to miraculously solve all their problems, where she had to put on her 'happy face' when she didn't want to face the Spanish inquisition that was her friends and explain every action or decision that wasn't to their liking, as if she was incapable of taking a step without their approval.


As she adjusted the water temperature of his primitive shower before stepping under the spray, she found herself once again thankful that Spike somehow had managed to blackmail Xander into helping him install this small piece of luxury.


The blonde let out a blissful little sigh when the warm water cascade down her back. She noticed once again that Spike had gotten all her preferred bath products, in case she ever stayed long enough to use the shower.


She worked some of the shampoo into her hair as she pondered why her friends tried so hard to control her life and why she let them. She had never once butted into their lives and told them who they could and couldn't be with. Why couldn't they let her decide what made her happy for herself? And she had a feeling that Spike was the one to make her happy. She knew he loved her and would do anything for her, he had proven that more than once.


She knew he could be a good man and that he tried so hard to be what she needed, if only she would let him. If she was truly honest with herself, she liked him, too, a lot. Yet she pushed him away time and time again, because she didn't want to disappoint her friends and hurt their feelings by telling them she would never get the normal life they tried to force her into. Well, it was her life and their recent actions only showed that they obviously didn't give a damn about what she wanted and what would make her happy.


So maybe it was time to give Spike his crumb, and let herself be happy for once.


When she stepped out of the shower, she picked up her favourite fluffy towel and dried herself off. Strolling over to one of his dressers, she rummaged around in one of the drawers until she found the brush she knew he had and started to work out the tangles in her hair.


Sitting on the bed, Buffy put the brush aside, not even trying to be surprised how much stuff Spike kept around just for her. With nothing else to do, she decided to wait there for him.


She scooted back ‘til she lay fully on the large bed. Thinking his requested time was almost up, she struck a seductive pose against the pillows and anticipated Spike’s arrival.


After fifteen minutes, he still wasn't there and she just flopped down, her mood dwindling slowly. When another ten minutes had passed without a sign of her peroxide pain in the ass, she was back to being ready to pummel him for his audacity to let her wait like this. She crawled from the bed and snatched one of his cherished red shirts to cover herself up with. No way was she giving him a free show when he didn't even have the decency to focus his attention on her rather than that stupid soccer game.


She stomped over to the ladder, annoyed that the stupid rugs muffled her angry steps as she climbed up. When she got up to the higher level, she was totally unprepared for the sight that greeted her.


The sound of the TV was tuned out and Spike sat hunched over in his chair, head in his hands, his shoulders trembling.


She took a hesitant step towards him, wondering what was going on, her rising anger momentarily forgotten. After her first tentative steps, her feet collided with something lying on the floor and she heard the clinking sound of an empty liquor bottle rolling across the stone floor.


With her attention now on more than just the strangely behaving vampire, she noticed that there were in fact several empty bottles scattered around the room that hadn't been there when she had left for her shower. When she came to a stand beside him, she wondered why Spike would drink himself into a stupor, when he knew she was down there, wet and wanton, waiting for him.


"Spike?" she queried, when she couldn't come up with reasonable explanation, touching his shoulder lightly.


He looked up at her then with glassy, unfocused eyes, tears running down his cheeks. "Are you... are you crying?" the normally intrepid slayer was shocked into silence, her earlier feeling of dread immediately evolved into full blown panic. Had something happened? Oh god, it must be Dawn...


"Spike, what happened? What's wrong? Is Dawnie okay?"


"Buffy..." he croaked as he wiped uselessly at his eyes with the back of his hand. "My Buffy..." was all he choked out before he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him. He buried his face against her belly and held her tight as he continued his sobbing.


Buffy, who was seriously freaked out by now and on the verge of a breakdown herself, gripped his shoulders and tried to force him to look at her and answer her questions, when his hoarse voice halted her movement.


"They lost!" he wailed in a heavily slurred voice and once she realized what he was talking about, she visibly sagged with relief. 'Oh that...'


"They did all right during extra time an' bloody well just had to get those damn balls into the goal. I mean how hard can it be to kick a bleedin' penalty? An' they... they've been so close an' just bollocksed it all up!" he told her blearily between sniffles and hiccups, his voice muffled by her shirt.


"I'm sure you'll survive," Buffy tried to console him as she petted his platinum curls. "And hey! You're not getting any older, you'll see them win this cup thingy eventually," she continued, trying to lighten his mood.


She kept up her soothing caresses, noting that it seemed to calm down the distraught vamp and he nuzzled her belly affectionately, inhaling her comforting scent mingled with his.


After a while however, Buffy noticed that Spike's unnecessary breathing had ceased until it stopped altogether.


"Spike?" she called softly, but he just clung motionless to her.


She hissed a bit louder, poking his shoulder. "Spike!" But still no response from the bleached blonde, aside from a strange soft snoring noise.


She tried to push him back into his chair, but when she attempted to untangle herself, his grip around her tightened and he let out a displeased little growl.


'Great...'


She contemplated just prying him away from her and dumping him in his chair to sleep it off, but he had seemed really miserable about that soccer thing and even she wouldn't be that big of a bitch. Especially not after the decision she had made in the shower earlier.


So she hoisted the heavily inebriated and now completely immobile vamp up and dragged him to the hole in the crypt floor that led to his lower level.


After some minor struggles to get her slightly heavy and uncooperative cargo down the ladder, without dropping him or hitting his head along the way, she managed to get him to the bed. But when she tried to manoeuver him onto it, he squirmed in her arms and they both toppled onto the covers.


So, here she was. Buffy Anne Summers, Vampire Slayer, one of the longest lived at that - her deaths notwithstanding - trapped in a crypt and one of the most feared vampires in history, on top of her, albeit in an alcohol induced coma. He happily snuggled against her, with his face nestled in the valley between her breasts. 'Yep, this is living on the Hellmouth for you, nothing abnormal here... nope.'


Instead of shrugging him off, as would have been her usual response in a situation like this, she let out a long sigh before she wriggled around ‘til she was in a more comfortable position.


Buffy absentmindedly threaded her fingers through the unrestrained platinum curls as she thought about the decision she came to over the course of the night regarding her relationship with Spike. She knew her friends wouldn't approve of her choice of partner; they wanted her to settle with a nice, normal guy.


She snorted at that, thinking about the events of the evening and their earlier, almost sickening, display of domesticity. Spike obsessing about his soccer game, actually convincing her of cooking, well more like buying, them dinner and drinking himself into unconsciousness because his team lost.


Buffy heaved a deep sigh, but a small smile tugged on her lips as the vampire in question snuggled closer to her, nuzzling her bosom while he purred quietly in his sleep. What did her friends know anyway. How could things get any more normal than that?


Feeling surprisingly lighthearted after acknowledging her changing feelings for the slumbering blonde, she pressed a light kiss on the crown of his head, whispering a soft, "Goodnight, Spike," and let herself drift off as well.

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