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Love Sanctioned by slaymesoftly
 
Fifteen
 
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Chapter Fifteen

By tacit agreement, no one mentioned the deliberate cruelty they had seen from the slayer, nor the feral behavior of her demon lover. Buffy and Spike continued to act as though they had done nothing more than a good night’s work as everyone found their way out of the school basement and back to cars they’d left scattered haphazardly in the parking lot.

With Spike driving his Desoto and Buffy beside him, seating arrangements had to be juggled in order to fit everyone in a vehicle. Cordelia and Wesley wound up going back with Giles, while Willow, Xander, Faith and Doyle stood looking at the big black car in front of them. Willow blinked when Faith climbed in next to Xander, sliding close to him and making room for Willow beside her.
Doyle’s lips twitched as he closed the door behind the redhead and got into the front next to Buffy.

“I’m not quite sure how the only one on this seat without super powers gets to be shotgun,” he muttered, half seriously, as he looked out the window nervously. “How do we know we got them all?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Spike said matter-of-factly. “If one got away to tell about what happened to their bosses, all the better. It’ll be a long time before something evil decides that Sunnydale would be a good location for an Ascension or any other world-ending plan.”

He frowned when Buffy, Willow and Xander burst into bitter laughter.

“Somethin’ funny, pet?”

Xander answered for her. “Something or somebody tries to end the “world as we know it” almost every year, Spike. If you’re going to be staying here with the Buffster, you better get used to the idea.”

In an effort to soothe the disgruntled look on his face, Buffy stroked his cheek gently, smiling when he took his eyes off the road long enough to kiss her palm.

“When word gets around that the Slayer has William the Bloody for a mate, only the really, really stupid ones will be willing to try.”

“You think so?” He visibly preened at her words.

“Hell, yes,” Doyle put in from his safe place on the other side of the car. “Nobody’s going to want to piss the Slayer off by hurting her mate. Not after tonight’s little performance.”

Spike’s growl was drowned out by the laughter from the backseat, but when Buffy’s soft chuckle joined them, he allowed the corners of his mouth to twitch just a bit.

“Guess they’re right, Slayer. Nothing girlie about your work tonight. I was the one needin’ the backup this time. Remind me to thank you for that. Properly. When we’re alone.”

“Consider yourself reminded,” she answered with a blushing glance into the backseat. She rested one hand on his thigh, enjoying the feel of his muscles flexing as he worked the gas pedal; her thumb rubbing in soft circles on the denim until his “ahem” brought her attention to the response visibly growing alongside his other thigh and she reluctantly put her hand back into her own lap.

The watcher’s small apartment seemed quite crowded, Oz having arrived with pizza and an apology for missing the fight. Buffy assured him that they’d had it well in-hand, and that Willow had been quite safe thanks to her new-found ability to form and throw small balls of flame. The werewolf cocked his head at his pleased-looking girl friend and nodded. “She’s pretty special, my Willow,” he said quietly. It wasn’t long before the two had waved their “good nights” and left in Oz’s van.

Spike watched Doyle watching Cordelia as she flirted shamelessly with Wesley, asking him questions about Oxford, his family and life in England. The young watcher basked in the clearly new-to-him attention from the vivacious brunette, answering her as best he could without appearing to be bragging about his background.

“You’re wastin’ a lot of time on something you’re never going to have,” the vampire said mildly.

“I’m a patient man,” Doyle responded cheerfully. “Sooner or later she’ll notice how worthy I am.”

“The cheerleader?” Spike asked dubiously. “She wouldn’t know ‘worthy’ if she fell over it. All about the clothes and money, that one is.”

Doyle shook his head. “There are depths there, Spike. It’s just nothing’s brought them out yet.”

Spike shook his head. “You keep telling yourself that, mate.”

“Think about it. She could’ve stayed home and painted her nails tonight instead of loading up a crossbow with holy-water soaked arrows. I’m telling you, I see something there…”

“You see big tits and a pretty face.”

Spike tapped the half-demon on the head as he stood up and raised an eyebrow at Buffy who immediately left her conversation with Giles to return to his side.

“You ready to go, love?”

She nodded and turned to say “goodnight” to the remaining people in the room. Her brow furrowed as she saw that Xander was spending more time with Faith than with Cordelia. (I guess I can’t really blame him. She’s pretty much throwing herself at Wesley. But Faith? Xander?) Shaking her head at her own audacity in criticizing her friends’ choices, she took her vampire’s hand and followed him out the door.

They walked silently to the car, holding hands lightly the way any ordinary couple might have. When they reached the car, rather than opening the door right away, Spike leaned against it, his legs spread, and arms reaching to pull Buffy against his body. He nuzzled her neck gently; then swiped his tongue over his marks. The resulting whimper and shiver had him smiling against her skin even as he felt himself growing harder. He moved his mouth up to hers and they sank into an affirming kiss that caused the rest of the world to fade into obscurity.

Faith’s “Get a room!” as she and Xander left the watcher’s apartment brought only a lazy smile from the two blonds.

“Don’t need to,” Spike drawled. “Already got a house.”

He pushed away from the car and opened the door for Buffy, holding it until she had slid across the seat to her spot beside the driver. He then walked around the car, giving the two glaring brunettes a cheerful two-fingered salute as he got behind the wheel. He pulled slowly out of the parking lot, groaning softly as Buffy’s hand began to stroke the bulge in his jeans. Her slow, rhythmic caresses were making it more and more difficult to drive and even as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator, his steering became more erratic. With a sigh of relief, he finally rolled into the driveway, taking a short cut across the corner of the lawn as he did so.

“Hey! You ran over the grass, you big dope. And I thought I was a bad driver.”

“You are a bad driver, pet,” he growled, throwing the car into park and cutting off the engine. “I did that on purpose.”

“Why?”

“I was in a hurry.”

Before she could respond again, he had her straddling his lap, her back pressed against the steering wheel and her damp jeans against the cock straining behind his zipper. He pushed her shirt up, taking one nipple into his mouth, lace and all. Her muffled yelp as she arched into his mouth was drowned out by the blare of the horn against which she was pressed. Without so much as missing a swallow, Spike threw himself backwards onto the broad seat, pulling Buffy down on top of him.

With Spike’s close call still very much on their minds, they immediately used the extra space to begin unzipping and removing suddenly much too tight denim. When Spike had pushed Buffy’s pants down as far as he could reach, she used one foot to push the other leg off, leaving her with her jeans and underwear dangling off one leg and her now accessible sex pressed against the cock that had fought its way out of his unzipped jeans. She sat up just long enough to center herself over the rigid shaft and then sank down onto it, falling forward to meet his ready mouth and smother her happy moan with his lips and tongue.

His arms banded around her – one holding her torso tightly, the other pulling her hips into his to provide the maximum amount of friction. It took only a few panting, squirming minutes for the slayer to clench around him, shaking with the force of her orgasm. Immediately, his own body responded and his back bowed as he arched into her, growling her name and spending himself.

For long seconds they remained lying quietly across the seat of the car, the vampire’s hand idly stroking the bare skin of her flanks as he waited for her breathing to go back to normal. Eventually, Buffy gave a shaky laugh and sat up again. She glanced around the darkness outside the car’s tinted windows, suddenly realizing where she was and what she was not wearing.

“I can’t believe we did that here,” she mumbled as she untangled herself from his legs and tried to pull her pants back on. “Especially with a perfectly good bed inside the house.”

“Seems like we felt a need, love,” was his surprisingly quiet response. She had expected him to say something cocky or crude, and was left speechless by his statement.

“I guess we did,” she said finally. “But now I feel the need for a hot bath or shower and a nice soft bed.”

He gave a soft chuckle and sat up also, fastening the button of his jeans, but leaving the zipper down.

“Sounds good to me, pet.” He kissed her quickly, then opened the door and slid out, waiting patiently until she had pulled herself together enough to step out of the car. A short walk to the door, a turn of the key, and they were inside. They walked directly to the back of the big house, not bothering to turn on any lights as they walked to the big, newly-renovated bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

While Buffy ducked into the recessed toilet stall, Spike turned on the hot water and sprinkled bath salts into the large soaking tub. Still working in the relative darkness, he found and lit several candles, placing them on the shelf above the tub where the soft light fell onto the sweet-smelling water. Buffy’s “ooooh” as she emerged into the candlelit room brought a shy smile to his face.

“Do y’ like it, love? Wasn’t sure what colors to get, but the scents reminded me of you.”

“It looks lovely, Spike.”

Buffy began to undress, completely comfortable with the vampire’s admiring stare and more than willing to show off for him. As she dropped her shirt and bra to the floor, she reached up and stretched, arching her back so that her perfect breasts jutted out as if begging for his mouth again. His attempt to smother his growl had her giggling to herself as she turned her back and began to remove her jeans and underwear. At the sight of her firm bottom sticking up at him as she bent over to pull her jeans off, he could no longer contain the hunger building in his body.

“Don’t be pushing that in m’ face, pet, if you don’t expect me to take a bite out of it,” he said, following his words with a nip on one plump cheek.

Buffy’s surprised “eep!” brought a rumble of laughter from the vampire as he pulled her back against his once-again hard cock. He let her squirm against his body for a minute, then released her and gave her a little shove towards the rapidly-filling tub.

“Get yourself in there and enjoy the water while it’s still hot,” he said gruffly. “If you stay out here, it’s gonna be like the car all over again.”

With an obedient smile, she stepped into the scented water and sank gracefully down, her groan of appreciation ringing in his ears. He turned the water off before it could slosh over the side, and began to remove his own clothes. It was Buffy’s turn to stare appreciatively as his compact, muscular body came into view. She unconsciously licked her lips when he pushed his jeans off and turned to walk towards her.

“See somethin’ you like, pet?” His cocky smirk soon faded into a softer expression at her quiet, “Yes, I do. I see you.”

Stepping into the other end of the tub, he, too, sank into the warm comfort and they smiled at each other as their legs and feet met in the middle, entwining themselves gently. Matching sighs of contentment had them smiling at each other, lust temporarily satisfied by proximity and anticipation.

After soaking peacefully for quite awhile, Buffy’s toe nudged his leg and she said, “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Was thinkin’ how nice this is, and how wonderful it would be to end every night out the same way.”

“Every night?”

“You don’t want to be with me every night?” His pout was exaggerated, but the pained flash in his eyes was more than real and Buffy chose her next words carefully.

“You know I do. But…” She sighed and stroked his leg with her foot, flinching when he pulled it away just far enough to let her know that her explanation needed to be very clear.

“But?”

“But, I haven’t sat down with my mom yet to explain this whole “mated” thing to her. I’m not even sure that I can explain it. I don’t really understand it myself.”

He dropped his head back against the rim of the tub, ignoring the way the hard tile impacted his skull.

“Knew I shouldn’t have done it. I should have just marked you as mine – still would have protected you – without takin’ away your options…” He closed his eyes tightly and said through clenched teeth. “’m sorry, love.”

“You’re sorry? You don’t want to be mated to me?” The edge in her voice barely hid the hurt feelings behind it and his eyes flew open.

“I never said that! Don’t put words in my mouth, Slayer. I want it – of course I want it, but I never should have done it without explaining it to you first – let you decide if you were ready for—“

“I thought we both wanted it,” she whispered, meeting his glare with wide-open eyes. “I thought we wanted to be together.”

“Buffy…” He shook his head. “This is so hard. This is the conversation we needed to have before we said those words. And it’s my fault. You had no idea what you were agreeing to.”

“So, tell me. What’s so awful about being mated to me?”

“For starters,” he growled, trying to ignore her deliberately provocative words, but failing, “there’s nothing awful about it. My demon is delighted – he has a mate, and whole demon world knows it.”

“What about you? What about Spike-William? He isn’t happy?” She withdrew her own feet so that they were no longer touching, but simply looking unhappily at each other from opposite ends of the big tub.

“He’s over the moon, love,” he said softly. “You’re everything that ponce, William, ever wanted and thought he’d never have.”

“Then what’s the freakin’ problem?” Her frustration burst out before she could stop it, and she slapped the water for emphasis, splashing them both.

“There’s no divorce from a mating, Buffy. You’re very young. If you change your mind, if you decide you want a husband, children…you have a right to those things. And you could have them,” he added quickly. “I would never stand in your way. But, those marks, the connection between us, the way we…belong…to each other – those things are never going to go away. My demon will always see you as his – and, in spite of anything else you might feel, you will always feel that pull. The only way you would be free is if I dusted.”

“Why would I want to be free?” she asked with genuine confusion. “I love you, Spike. I said those words because I meant them. I don’t know why you don’t believe me. I don’t want a “divorce”, and, given my job, I really can’t imagine being around long enough for that to happen.”

“You will be if I have anything to say about it,” he growled. “That’s why the soddin’ powers let me come back to you. To keep you safe.”

“Well, fat chance of that happening if you’ve gone off somewhere so that I can get divorced!”

They glared angrily at each other from opposite ends of the suddenly small tub, until Spike began to shake his head and chuckle.

“Listen to us, pet. We may as well be married- we’re fightin’ like we were already.”

“We’re not fighting- we’re just…arguing,” she insisted, her own lips twitching despite her best efforts.

He slid one leg back into the center of the tub and rubbed it gently along her shin.

“I don’t want to argue with you, Buffy.”

“What do you want to do?” Her own leg extended until she could nestle her toes into the crease at the top of his thigh. The immediate reaction she got from his semi-relaxed cock had her smiling with delight and she began to tickle his balls with her toes.

“Two can play at that game, Slayer,” he said as he ran his foot up her leg. Instead of touching her as and where she expected him to, he wrapped his toes around the neatly-trimmed curls and tugged on them.

“Ow!” With a competitive gleam in her eye, Buffy curled her own toes around his hair and yanked hard. Instead of the violent retaliation she was expecting, Spike slid down until he was completely underwater and pulled her legs towards his face. Buffy struggled to keep her own head above water as she arched into the mouth now fastened on her most sensitive body part.

(Boyfriend who doesn’t have to breathe – definite plus. Boyfriend with a hundred years of experience – plus, plus. plus. Mate who knows how to end an argument – priceless…)
 
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