A/N: As always thanks to my lovely betas Lisfayte and DreamsofSpike.
Sorry for not posting this earlier, I've had a lot to do.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I beg and cry. They are all slaves to Joss and his friends.
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He opened the book he had been given when he first had been told about the Slayer he had been assigned to, and stared at a long row of numbers placed neatly under a name. He put down the book, took another healthy swig from his bottle of scotch, and found the phone. Dialing the numbers with shaky fingers, he felt his breath quicken with apprehension while he waited for someone to pick up. Finally a gruff voice greeted him, and he swallowed deeply before speaking.

“Hello, Mr. Travers. This is Rupert Giles, and I’m calling to tell you about my charge, Miss Buffy Anne Summers.”



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Meanwhile, at the Bronze:


Spike and Buffy left the school behind, Buffy holding onto Spike’s duster tightly. Spike could feel the hurt and shock her Watcher’s words had left in her, even after his apology. He wanted to wring the Watcher’s neck for daring to upset his mate, but knew that doing so would only hurt the girl more.



They stopped outside the Bronze, sitting quietly in the car for a minute before Spike got out and opened Buffy’s door. Taking his mate’s hand in his, Spike led her to the door. Once inside the club, they struggled through the throng of dancing bodies, making their way over to an empty table.



‘You want anything, luv?’ Spike mentally asked his mate, sitting down at the table. He dragged her down onto his lap, hands stroking her hips, and she leaned back against his chest, sighing with contentment. The fight with the Master, followed by the oh-so-joyous talk with her Watcher and Angel had left her drained.



She closed her eyes and smiled, thankful that she had Spike to help her through it.

‘Diet Coke?’ she replied after a few moments, opening her eyes and giving him a grateful smile. He lifted her off his lap and stood up, smirking when she pouted at the loss of contact between them. He leaned in and left a searing kiss on her lips before leaving to get their drinks.


He came back about five minutes later, a glass of diet coke in one hand and a glass of beer in the other. He put her drink down in front of her, and then sat down beside her, taking a big sip of his beer as he did so. Buffy quietly sipped her coke, before setting it down on the table. She leaned into her mate’s side again, sighing as he slipped an arm around her shoulders.



She lifted the glass and sat sipping, staring at the dancing kids without really seeing them. After a while she put down the glass on the table, as Spike stood up beside her. Buffy frowned as she gave him a questioning look. He smiled at her and held out his hand in a gentle invitation.



‘Dance, luv?’ he requested silently, and she smiled as she stood up to join him, slipping her hand into his. He led her out to the dance floor, found a spot he liked and slipped his arms around her waist. A slow song was flowing out from the speakers, and Buffy leaned her head against his neck, breathing in his scent. They swayed to the music, Spike also enjoying the enticing fragrance of his mate, and her increasingly obvious desire for him.



Too soon the song was over, and the mated pair made their way over to a vacant table. Spike sat down, dragging a willing Buffy onto his lap again, and began kissing her neck, making her moan quietly. Buffy gladly lost herself in the sensation of his lips on her skin, joy and love flowing through her.



Spike momentarily lifted his eyes and saw Buffy’s friends, the redhead and the boy, making their way over to the table. He reluctantly removed his lips from Buffy’s neck, and her eyes opened, immediately missing the feeling of his lips on her sensitive throat. She blinked, and then glanced behind her when Spike nudged her. She saw Willow and Xander coming toward them, and she smiled.



“Hi,” she said warmly. When they didn’t return her smile, her face fell a little and she frowned.



Xander turned his cold gaze on Spike, scowling at him, while Willow looked at the vampire with fear in her eyes. Buffy felt her happiness diminishing as she drew in a sharp little breath, feeling an overwhelming sadness at the fact that her friends didn’t seem to be happy that she was happy. Spike found her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.



“Hey, Buffy. How are you doing, after, you know, killing the Master?” Xander asked, ignoring the vampire.



Buffy looked at Spike and squeezed his hand, before she looked at her friend again and answered him. “We’re fine, thank you,” she told Xander politely, resisting the urge to giggle when Xander blinked.



Buffy just snuggled deeper into her mate’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of security his arms around her made her feel. She knew that he would do anything to keep her safe, and as the Slayer that should have bothered her a little, but surprisingly she didn’t object to it, glad that someone was willing to do anything for her.



Buffy turned toward her friends again, Xander still glaring at Spike and Willow with her eyes on the floor. The redhead briefly lifted her eyes, but received a sharp glare from Xander when she did. Her face fell, and her eyes turned sad. Buffy glared at Xander, and snorted contemptuously, before turning back to her mate again.



‘Come! Your place, now,’ she sent desperately to Spike, adding some nice visual images as well.



Merely looking at him made her pant, and by now she was ready for more than a few passionate kisses. She could feel an ache deep inside her for her mate, telling her that now was the time. Spike, catching her drift immediately, let out a barely audible growl and stood up abruptly, holding onto her hips and keeping her close as he did.



Buffy grinned mischievously at Xander, giggling slightly when he gasped, and let the aroused vampire lead her outside.



“Where are you staying?” Buffy asked as they left the club, slightly breathless, excited about the upcoming experience that she was longing for.



Spike held open the door on the driver’s side of the car, and Buffy slid across to the other side, smiling at her mate as he got in and started the car. As he pulled away from the Bronze, he laid a hand on her thigh, stroking her through her dress. Buffy sighed and moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder.



“I’m staying at a hotel, dunno what it’s called. I’ve got a suite,” he said, smirking at her. He looked over her petite figure and his mind began to drift, images of what he wanted to do to her floating through their bond from his mind to Buffy’s.



Buffy blushed and averted her eyes, and Spike frowned.



“What’s with the blushing virgin act, love?” Spike asked her, keeping one eye on the road and one on her.



“Umm…I’m not…I mean…I *am* a virgin,” she said in a whisper, keeping her eyes on the floor with obvious embarrassment.



Spike’s mouth dropped open; the vampire looked completely stunned.



“You are?” It just slipped out, but his aghast tone had Buffy glancing up at him with an offended look in her eyes. Spike cursed his own thoughtlessness, knowing that he had to do something right away to soothe his mate’s injured feelings. “I didn’t mean that like you were thinking,” he informed her softly. “It’s just that you’re so bloody hot, and I can’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend. Bloody hell, I can’t understand why you don’t have a bleedin’ fan club trailing after you,” he explained, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction.



Buffy blushed at his words, and fastened her gaze on her knees. Spike stroked her arm, leaning his head over to rest it on the top of hers. Buffy sighed, and closed her eyes.



“We’ll take our time, wait till you’re ready, pet,” Spike said, kissing her hair.



She smiled slightly as she let her hand come to rest on his thigh, feeling quite comforted by his words.



They drove the rest of the way in comfortable silence, arriving after a few minutes longer. Spike stopped in front of the hotel, handing the car keys over to the young man who opened the door for them. He drove away in the car, and Spike stared worriedly after them until the car disappeared from his view.



They turned and walked into the lobby hand in hand. Spike sauntered over to the reception desk, Buffy looking around with big eyes. They came to a stop in front of the desk, and Spike began tapping his fingers impatiently on the countertop, waiting for the female receptionist to notice them. She looked up when she heard the tapping, quickly getting to her feet.



“Oh, Mr. Pratt, you’re back. Here is your key.” The woman held out his key, staring at him with admiring eyes.



Buffy glared at her, and slid closer to Spike. The woman almost snarled in response and Buffy smiled triumphantly. Spike held back a chuckle and took the key, being careful not to touch the woman’s hand as he did so. It wouldn’t do to enrage his apparently quite possessive mate right now.



Buffy threw the woman another triumphant smirk, before the mates entered the elevator and took it to the top. Spike stepped into the hallway and led Buffy to the end of it, stopping before a plain door with the number 416 on it. Spike slowly unlocked the door, then covered his mate’s eyes as he pushed the door open with his foot. Once they were both inside, he uncovered her eyes.



“You like it, luv?” Spike asked as Buffy gasped at the sight of the suite.



It was large and luxurious, and Buffy figured her mate had to be well off to have paid for this. A big, white couch sat in the middle of the room, facing an impressive entertainment center, complete with a widescreen TV, VCR player and huge speakers. A lush, beige wall-to-wall carpet covered the floor, and beige curtains covered the dark windows. A big, open doorway led into a spacious bedroom, where a king-size bed stood in the middle of the room. Another doorway led into a white tiled bathroom, where a big Jacuzzi filled most of the room.



Buffy sighed at the sight before her as he showed her around, staring wide-eyed at the things inside the rooms. Spike shed his duster and the red, silk shirt he wore into a chair beside the door, before he slipped his arms around Buffy’s waist, holding her against his chiseled chest.



“Wanna wash off the dust, love?” Spike asked and she nodded. He slid her denim jacket off and threw it out into the main room. He stroked her arm softly, his cold hand giving her goose bumps, before slowly working his way to her back, sliding down the zipper on her dress.



“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back,” Spike said suddenly, and slipped out of the bathroom.



Buffy frowned, missing his hands on her skin, pouting after his retreating figure. When he didn’t return immediately, she turned on the water. There were several bottles of oil and bubble bath sitting on the edge of the tub, and she poured some into the warm water, before letting the dress fall from her shoulders, and stepping out of it, leaving it draped over the toilet. Buffy was left standing in a lacy bra and panties, debating if she should just slip into the water or if she should wait for her vampire.



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Spike reluctantly left the bathroom and picked up the phone, dialing down to the lobby. He ordered a plate of strawberries and a bottle of champagne, hinting that it was very important that it be delivered as soon as possible. He ended up pacing the bedroom, quelling the urge to run into the bathroom and rip the clothes off Buffy, while he waited for the treats to arrive.



‘Finally,’ he thought as he heard a knock on the door, opening it quickly. He paid the delivery boy and took the champagne and strawberries from him, closing the door with his foot. He then proceeded into the bathroom, where he found his mate sitting in the Jacuzzi with water up to her neck. He froze, and she giggled. He quickly shook it off and set the champagne and the ripe berries on the tiles near the tub.

“Couldn’t wait?” he asked, grinning, as he swiftly shed his black t-shirt.



Buffy licked her lips when she saw his well-muscled chest, and Spike bent forward, kissing her flushed forehead, before straightening to slowly begin unbuckling his belt, leering at her while doing so. He popped the buttons on his jeans and slid them down over his hips, still watching her with every move.



Buffy had begun blushing as soon as his hands neared his pants, but when she glanced casually over at him again her eyes widened. His cock jutted proudly out from his body, drops of precum glistening on the tip.



Spike felt Buffy’s nervousness through the bond, and sent soothing thoughts back to her, as he glided slowly toward the tub, and then stepped into the warm water. He slid over so that he was sitting beside her, savoring the feeling of the water as it warmed his cool body. He looked at her with lust in his eyes as he stretched out an arm to the rim of the tub, grabbing the bowl of strawberries.



He took a ripe and juicy berry and held it in front of her mouth, smiling as she took a small, tentative bite, slowly tracing her lips with the berry, making her lips red and shiny, as she savored the taste of the fruit. When she swallowed he grabbed her, turned her toward him and attacked her lips, licking away the strawberry juice staining her lips – unable to wait a single moment longer. She responded hungrily, twining her fingers in his slicked back hair as she kissed him back.



“God, you’re gonna kill me, pet,” Spike moaned against her lips, and she grinned.



She wasn’t ready to stop kissing and expressed her opinion by holding him tighter, pressing her mouth harder to his. Spike smirked, not wanting to be outdone, and began kissing her back again, his tongue begging entrance to her mouth. She willingly opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside, urging hers into action. She smiled slightly, and soon they were dueling fiercely, neither one willing to back down.



They gradually stopped for breath, both panting wildly and looking thoroughly – well, kissed. Spike smirked at her, and she grinned back. He grabbed the champagne bottle and pulled it over to them, grabbing the cork with his teeth and pulling it out, sweeping up the foam with his tongue. He took a big sip and held the bottle out to her, silently asking her if she wanted any.



She looked at the bottle suspiciously, as she took it from his hand and raised it slowly to her mouth. She took a small sip and swallowed, frowning when nothing happened.



“That wasn’t too bad,” she said, and Spike chuckled. She took another sip, but swallowed too early and choked on it. She clutched the bottle in one hand while she coughed, eyes watering. Spike laughed at her, and when she got her breath back, she scowled at him as she snorted and quickly lifted herself up, sitting down between his legs. She blushed when she felt his cock against her ass, but she was secretly proud that she could do this to him.



‘Teach you to laugh at me,’ she declared silently as he groaned in desire.



He snaked his arms around her waist, one hand slowly sliding up toward her breasts.. She moaned, shuddering when a thumb slid down the side of one of them, and Spike groaned again at the sound, as one hand made its way down toward her coarse curls. Buffy tensed when she felt his hand slide over her, and he stopped, silently reassuring her that it was her call.



Buffy smiled and leaned her head back onto his chest, one of her hands grabbing the one making its way downward and guiding it a littler further. At the same time she wriggled her bottom, grinding it against his erection. Spike growled and let his hand continue its exploration.



Buffy gasped as his fingers slid over her nether lips, and when his thumb brushed her slit she moaned, sparks dancing before her eyes. She closed them with a little gasp, and Spike smiled, his thumb softly flicking her clit.



“More…” Buffy moaned, rapidly coming to love the new sensation of his thumb on her clit.



Spike slowly ran his tongue over her jugular, sending shivers down her spine, and she moaned again. His other hand was busy stroking her breast, fingers brushing over her nipple and sending electric currents right to her womb. As he did, Spike let his other hand massage her clit, before sliding it downward again, leaving only his thumb on her pink pearl. He slipped one finger inside her heated core and she moaned. Spike smirked and slipped another finger inside, pumping slowly. Buffy began rolling her hips, wanting more friction on her clit, and Spike obeyed, thumb flicking her clit faster.



Buffy let out a strangled cry, closing her eyes in ecstasy. Spike sensed that she was close, so he pressed his thumb down onto her clit before giving it one last flick, sending her over the edge. Buffy screamed his name, stars dancing before her eyes as a tremendous wave of pleasure rolled through her.



“Oh my…God… Spike…that was amazing,” Buffy panted, slumped boneless against his chest. Spike chuckled softly and Buffy sighed in contentment, as he slipped his fingers from her pussy, settling his hands around her waist.



“Wanna get out of the water, love?” Spike asked, sliding a hand through her silken hair.



Buffy nodded, and Spike stood up, stepping out of the tub. He grabbed a big, fluffy towel and quickly towelled himself dry, before holding out a new towel and wrapping it around Buffy as she stood up and stepped out too. Once he had finished tenderly rubbing her dry, he swept her off her feet for the second time that evening, carrying her toward the king-sized bed. Buffy sighed against his chest, expecting him to put her down carefully, but when he dropped her onto the bed she squealed with surprised laughter. He yanked her towel away and pounced on her playfully.



“Lie on your back, kitten,” Spike whispered, staring admiringly at her golden body stretched out on the bed.



Buffy complied quietly, staring up at him with wide eyes. When he didn’t speak, Buffy blushed and began fidgeting, trying to cover herself with her hands. Spike held her wrist, and shook his head.



“No need to cover up, love, you’re beautiful,” he said, crawling up to lie beside her, softly kissing her neck. Buffy blushed at his comment, but smiled slightly and removed her hands, holding them still beside her body.



Spike began moving downwards, and Buffy moaned, as he alternated between kissing and licking a cool path down to one of her breasts, slowly circling the nipple, before taking it into his mouth and sucking passionately on it. One hand covered the other breast, fingers flicking and pinching the nipple, and Buffy moaned, wriggling under Spike, wanting more.



Slowly Spike tore himself away from her breasts, kissing a trail down over her smooth stomach. Buffy moaned as his hands gripped her hips, massaging her softly, but she tensed as he positioned himself between her legs.



‘Not yet, luv. Gonna make you scream again,’ Spike sent the words to her across their bond, and she blushed.



He grinned, before he bent his head down over her needy body. She was still tense, and a small wrinkle appeared on her forehead, but it swiftly vanished as he let his tongue slide over her pink nether lips, and she gave a short cry. Spike chuckled and the vibrations made her shudder.



“More, Spike…Unngh…Spike!” Buffy moaned and wriggled, trying to lift her hips, enjoying the feeling of her mate lapping at her juices.



Her eyes rolled and she thrashed wildly, Spike’s hands on her hips the only thing holding her down. He smirked at her enthusiasm, blessing the fact that he didn’t need to breathe so that he could pleasure his lovely, golden goddess, before pushing his tongue as far inside her core as he could. Buffy let out a shriek, hands fisting in the sheets and her thighs holding him in place like a vice.



Spike brought up a hand, inserting a finger into her hot core, and then another. He moved his mouth up, fastening it onto her clit. Buffy was lifted to new heights of pleasure and moaned.



“Don’t stop! I…ahh…love…you!…More! Please…Spike!”



Her back arched, but Spike kept her down. He was momentarily stunned by her words, but didn’t stop his ministrations, letting her words and non-words encourage him. He caught the sensitive bundle between his teeth and gave it a small flick, sending her tumbling over the edge. Buffy screamed her lover’s name as she came, Spike’s head still between her thighs, drinking down her juices as they flowed out of her.



“Ohh…” Buffy moaned as her mate rose to lie down beside her, gazing at her with a smug grin. Buffy looked at him, noting his straining erection, which lay against her thigh, looking hard as rock.



“Good, luv?” Spike asked Buffy, momentarily distracting her from his cock. He smirked when she nodded lazily, smiling and satisfied.



Spike raised himself up onto his elbows, shifting so that he held himself just above her. Buffy licked her lips, partly nervous and partly excited, though she couldn’t have said which sensation was stronger at the moment. Spike saw the apprehension in her eyes and he lowered his head, kissing her slowly and softly.



The kiss intensified, becoming more passionate as it went on. Spike positioned the tip of his cock at her sodden entrance, sliding it up and down, coating it in her juices. Buffy moaned and bucked up slightly, causing him to enter slightly before he had intended to. Spike groaned at the tightness of her, and began pushing slowly inward.



Her vaginal walls felt like they were capturing her, drawing him deeper inside of her, and he growled. He was overcome with lust, and when he felt her maidenhead he quickly pushed on, tearing it. Buffy tensed at the pain, and she whimpered. Spike stopped when he heard her whimper and smelled her blood.

“I’m sorry, luv, but it was necessary. It’ll be good now,” he said, one hand stroking her face sympathetically.



Buffy caught his eyes, trust shining in hers, and she nodded. He bent down and kissed her softly, before he slowly began to move within her again. He rocked his hips rhythmically, as if to some unheard music, and Buffy moaned. She gradually began to meet his thrusts, picking up her pace as her excitement and pleasure grew.



Spike slipped one hand down to her clit, massaging it gently. Buffy bucked up and he was driven deeper inside of her, her tight walls gripping him like a vice. Buffy moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer and pushing him further inside of her.



“Love you, Buffy. Only you, my golden goddess. You, only you…” Spike groaned, giving her clit one final flick. She screamed, coming hard, her silken walls squeezing her mate’s cock, making his eyes cross with the intense pleasurable pressure. He felt himself tighten and he thrust more fervently for just a few moments, before he spilled his cool seed inside of her, roaring his release.



Spike lay draped over her, and when she poked him in the rib he shifted, twisting them so that they lay facing each other, his cock still inside her and her feet entangled with his. He kissed her, and then settled his arms around her, holding her close, as they drifted off to sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.