A/N: Thanks for all the awesome reviews. You guys rock!
Sorry for the longwait between the updates, I've had a lot to do with scool and work. But I'll have more time to write now, cause I just learned that my class won't have a written exam!

Ok, finally, thanks to my lovely betas Lisfayte and DreamsofSpike!
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“We’re going to patrol now, Mom. We’ll be back later,” Buffy said, leading Spike down the stairs. They had been holed up in her room, both still reeling from the thorough interrogation Joyce had conducted.

They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Joyce’s reply, and Buffy snaked her arms around Spikes waist. She leaned her head on his chest, sighing and closing her eyes. Her mother had left no subject untouched, demanding every detail, before finally leaving them, telling them that she needed time to process everything. After that, they had gratefully retreated to Buffy’s room for lots of talking and cuddling.

A muffled “okay” was heard from the basement, where Joyce was now folding clean clothes and thinking about her daughter's big revelations. She had been thoroughly shocked by what her daughter had told her. Her little girl was the Slayer, a girl who was apparently destined to go out every night and risk her life for the sake of the whole world. She had gotten “married” to a vampire yesterday, after only knowing him for an hour. And to top it off, she was now immortal.

‘What about the hotel room, luv?’ Spike sent, smirking at Buffy, sapphire eyes glinting with lust.

She gave him a beaming smile, grabbed her jacket and walked out the door. He picked up his duster, leering at her retreating backside as he followed her outside, closing the door behind him.

He let his eyes roam over her petite figure, appreciating the way her clothes showed off her curves, most of which had been hidden under the gown she had been wearing yesterday. Now, she was wearing a black miniskirt, a white top, and her denim jacket, and Spike could hardly wait to tear them off her luscious body.

‘You coming? The faster we’re done here, the faster we can get back to your room,’ Buffy asked him silently, glancing innocently at him over her shoulder.

He growled, already rock hard, thanks to her and the visual images that filled his mind with those words. He stopped suddenly, pensively staring at her. She was the one, the one who held his heart and had the capability of totally destroying him. She was the one who had brought light into his existence, literally, and for that alone, he was eternally grateful. She *was* light -- radiant -- and one hell of a fighter.

And she was his.

He suddenly realized that she had gotten a good distance ahead of him during his reverie, and he sprinted to catch up with her. When he reached her, he grabbed her around the waist and spun her around in his arms, and she let out a small yelp of laughing surprise. He let her slide down his body, holding her flush against him, her soft form perfectly fitting against his harder one.

Buffy blushed as she felt his cock, hidden by layers of cloth, press against her stomach. She felt wetness staining her panties, and when she saw Spike’s nostrils flaring, she knew he had scented it. She pressed herself closer, moaning softly, as Spike placed a hand under her chin and tilted her head up, catching her lips in a searing kiss which made her toes curl.

“Spike,” she panted as they broke apart, eyes glazed with lust. Spike was panting too, even though he had no need for air. He still breathed, and had done so for as long as he could remember. He guessed he had continued breathing after he was turned and it had stayed with him as a habit.

Spike kept his eyes on Buffy. He could hear her blood rushing through her veins, and it sang to him, tempting him. He could hear her heartbeat, beating an unsteady rhythm, the same one as before they had made love for the first time, and he inhaled sharply. He wanted her, right here and right now, but something told him that Joyce might not like it if they made love in front of her house.

Spike sighed and stepped slightly away from her, instantly regretting it. He missed her body heat already, missed how she seemed to fit him perfectly. He knew that the sigh she had let out was because he had stepped away, but he knew that it was for the best. If they didn't stopp then, they wouldn't ever.

“We were going to patrol, kitten,” Spike reminded her, turning toward the car, one arm still around her waist. He led her to the car, and opened the door on his side. Buffy sighed as he slipped the arm from her waist, and got into the car, sliding over the leather to the passenger side. He entered the car and started it up, and they drove off.

He patted the leather between their bodies, silently asking her to slide over closer to him. She giggled and obliged him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Where to?” Spike asked, tapping the fingers of one hand on the steering wheel. He had the other arm around Buffy’s shoulders, and was currently sliding his fingers through her golden hair.

“Anywhere. A cemetery,” Buffy replied helpfully, closing her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Spike’s fingers in her hair.

She was tired, restless and wanted her mate, preferably right now. She pouted as she began fidgeting with her left hand, unsure where to let it rest. After mentally debating for a while, she finally put it down on Spike’s thigh, slowly stroking his leg. She gradually made her way up his leg, finally reaching his groin.

Spike hissed quietly when her delicate hand brushed against his cloth-covered cock, trying to keep the car on the road despite her intimate attentions. Luckily, there weren't that many vehicles out tonight, and he swiftly righted the car before it could leave the road. Buffy blushed furiously, still a little unaccustomed to everything related to sex, but Spike only grinned.

“Don't be embarrassed, luv,” Spike said, slipping his free hand from her shoulders and placing it high on her thigh. He moved it the edge of the skirt and slid it upward, not stopping until it was around her waist. Buffy opened her eyes, but didn't say anything. He slipped his hand into her panties, and slid a finger over her clit, making her moan.

“Unghh…” Buffy moaned as Spike slipped a finger into her wet core. He added another, making Buffy buck up against his hand. He twisted his fingers, and began gently massaging the nerve bundle inside of her. She bucked against his hand more fervently and moaned with lust, as the vampire slipped another finger into her heat.

“Spike…unghh…” Buffy whimpered, closing her eyes.

She writhed at his touch, and the smell of her arousal drove Spike nearly out of his mind with lust. He was beginning to focus mostly on his girl, instead of the road, and he silently thanked whoever was listening when the cemetery came into view. He stopped in front of the gates and killed the engine.

Finally he was able to turn his attention wholly on the bucking slayer riding his hand. He turned toward her and pulled up her blouse, revealing a lacy bra covering two golden globes. He fastened his lips onto her breast, wetting the lace and making it scrape over her over-sensitive nipple. She moaned and forced her eyes open, the sight of Spike simultaneously sucking on her covered nipple and fingering her arousing her even more.

Spike’s fingers worked her with ease, his thumb flicking her clit. She felt herself nearing the edge and moaned, silently begging him to take her over the brink. He complied, and stars exploded behind her eyes. She screamed his name, her muscles holding him in place like a vice, as she continued to writhe for a few seconds longer, before opening her eyes to smile lazily at him.

“My turn,” she said, and he frowned, not following her.

Buffy only grinned and leaned over him, popping the button on his jeans. Spike quickly caught on, and leered at her as she slid his zipper down, revealing his erection to her hungry gaze. She tentatively took hold of his cock, and began sliding her hand softly up and down, making him moan.

“Unghh…God, Buffy…feels so good…” he grunted, and she picked up her pace.

When she saw precum appear at the tip of his cock, she quickly bent down and took the head into her mouth, making him moan. She lifted her head and grinned, before she bent down again to envelop the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Oh God, Buffy…hot little mouth…best…incredible…oh, God!” Spike groaned, amazed at her enthusiasm and initiative, and loving the way she made him feel. He slipped a hand between her legs, sliding two fingers into her hot core, making her buck against his hand.

Buffy slid her mouth almost as far down as she could on his cock, before licking a trail from the base to the head. She then took him in her mouth again, one hand massaging what she couldn't get into her mouth, and the other taking his sac in her hand, playing gently with it.

“Oh God…Buffy…Buffy, you're killing…unghh…me….don't stop…” Spike moaned, closing his eyes in bliss. Buffy took it as a sign she was doing it right, even though she was just experimenting, and she smiled around his member.

Spike’s eyes nearly crossed as Buffy took him as deep as she could, instinctively swallowing around his cock. He felt himself tightening and moved the eager girl from his cock. She frowned and blinked in confusion.

“What? Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her voice somewhat uncertain. She suddenly felt unsure, noticing their surroundings properly now, and worried that someone might pass by the car and see them. When they had made love earlier it had felt as if someone inside her come out and taken over her body, someone who seemed to know what she was doing.

“No, you did nothing wrong. You were bloody fantastic. But I was nearly cumming,” Spike said, panting slightly. He looked at Buffy and took in her appearance, her slightly swollen lips, her red cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes.

“Oh…but isn't that, like, supposed to happen?” she asked, blushing at her own words.

Spike grinned and leaned toward her, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He could taste himself on her lips, and he guessed that she could taste herself as well, and he hoped she didn't find it disgusting.

“Yeah, luv, it is. But I wanna come inside of you,” Spike said after they broke the kiss, looking at her with eyes filled with love. Again she blushed, this time at his words, and she fastened her gaze on her hands. Spike smiled slightly, put a hand under her chin and lifted it, staring her straight in the eyes.

“Buffy, love, when we're together there is no need for you to be embarrassed. What we do is normal, albeit a little intense, maybe,” Spike said, kissing her lips again. He withdrew, smirked and suddenly Buffy found herself straddling him. Her cunt was poised right above his cock, the scent of her arousal making Spike nearly crazy with desire.

“Mmm…Spike,” Buffy moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto his straining erection. She felt herself stretching and adjusting to his cock, and she moaned again, throwing back her head as she came to rest on his thighs.

“Oh God…so wet and tight…Buffy…bloody hell…Buffy…unghh…love you so much,” Spike groaned as he felt her blazing heat envelop his cock. Buffy rock slightly back and forth, before she slowly began lifting herself up and down, riding him. As her rhythm increased, Spike gripped her hips and began rising up to meet her on each downward thrust.

Buffy moaned and felt herself nearing orgasm, his cock filling her perfectly and hitting the sensitive nerve bundle inside of her with each stroke. She threw her head back, her forehead shining with sweat.

“God Buffy, so close…so tight, warm….” Spike groaned, thrusting more fervently, feeling that he was about to cum. Her heat enveloping him was intoxicating, and he knew that this was all he ever would want.

Buffy clenched her vaginal walls each time she rose, never wanting his cool length to leave her silken folds. She moaned and began writhing when his fingers found her clit, flicking it repeatedly.

“Spike…unghh…more, please…Spike…unghh…Spike….I love you…Spike!” Buffy moaned, instinctively tilting her head to the side and exposing her smooth neck, marked only by her mate. Spike didn't hesitate and laved her neck passionately, before he slowly sank his fangs into her neck, letting her blood fill his mouth.

As Spike bit her, Buffy was hit by a massive orgasm. Sparks danced in front of her eyes and her whole body trembled. She screamed out her pleasure, enjoying her mate still pounding into her, filling her with his cool seed.

When the first drop of Buffy’s blood hit his tongue, Spike felt himself falling over the edge and spilling his seed inside of her. He continued to pound into her as he spilled himself, making her writhe in many small orgasms.

He slowly withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked the bite until it closed. He held Buffy close, his cock still sheathed in her warmth. They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying each other.

“Mmm…that was…nice,” Buffy whispered, resting her head on her mate’s clothed chest. She exhaled slowly, her body relaxed and satisfied.

“Nice? Just nice?” Spike asked and chuckled slightly when she blushed. He slid a hand down her back and began stroking her affectionately.

“No, more than nice…great…amazing,” Buffy said softly, her hand snaking its way under Spike’s shirt, drawing patterns on his chest.

Spike relaxed and closed his eyes, sighing softly. Buffy blinked, confused, when she felt him start to vibrate slightly, and she leaned in, listening closely. After a few seconds she could hear him purring softly, and she kissed his neck.

“That’s cute,” she mused and grinned up at him, making him blink when he opened his eyes.

He looked bewildered and Buddy giggled before helping him out.

“The purring,” she said, her hand sliding up his neck, and then tracing his jaw. He frowned for a minute, before a low growl emitted from his throat.

“I'm not cute! You take that back!” he said, scowling at her, slightly offended. It was bad for his manly pride to be called cute. He wasn't cute. Dead bloody sexy, perhaps. But not cute!

Buffy beamed up at him and winked, her hand making its way into his hair. Her finger treaded through his hair, loosing his curls from the gel that held them down. Spike’s scowl melted away as she kept on smiling at him, and he growled, making her giggle.

“Patrol?” Buffy asked, changing the subject.

Spike nodded, then turned slightly away from her, rummaging on the floor of car. He smirked as he pulled up her panties, and she snatched them, blushing. She climbed off his lap, both sighing softly as his cock slipped from her heat.

As soon as she was ready she exited the car, stretching cramped muscles. Spike followed her, stretching with cat-like grace. Buffy licked her lips as he stretched his arms above his head, black tee sliding up and exposing his muscled abdomen.

‘See something you like?’ the vampire asked her, stretching some more for show.

Buffy nodded and Spike smirked. He let his arms fall and stalked towards Buffy, making her shudder in anticipation. When he only placed an arm around her waist, she pouted and he chuckled. He turned them toward the cemetery gates and they entered, ready for patrol.

After dusting a few random fledges, Spike was ready for more. He looked at his mate with hungry eyes, smirking at the blonde brushing dust off her clothes. Suddenly he stopped, shifting briefly in and out of game face. He growled at the shadows and Buffy walked over to his side, frowning at the darkness. Spike placed an arm around her waist and held her close, still growling at the shadows. Buffy felt her neck tingle, more strongly than with the fledges and she frowned, wondering what could cause this strong a tingle.

‘Is there someone in there?’ Buffy sent, feeling her mate’s animosity to what was in the shade.

He growled again, and she stiffened, realizing who it was.

“Come on out, Peaches,” Spike said calmly, holding his mate close to his body, as if desperate to maintain contact. Buffy went along with it and placed her arm around his waist, snugly wrapped around him under his duster. Buffy frowned as Angel came slinking out of the shadows, wondering what he was doing there.

“Come for a spot o’ violence with the locals?” Spike asked, smirking at the older vampire.

Buffy remained neutral, merely regarding the souled vampire with calm hazel eyes.

“Shut up, Spike,” the dark haired vampire said, growling at his grandchilde.

Spike growled back, anger flaring up, but he quickly masked it. Buffy glared at Angel, anger shining in her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Angel?” she snapped impatiently, tapping the toe of her boot on the damp grass. Angel swung a shocked gaze toward her, hurt showing slightly in his brown eyes, and Buffy felt a slight twinge of guilt.

“Buffy, what is wrong with you?” Angel asked, looking at her with suspicion, and Buffy’s guilt immediately evaporated. She glared at him, feeling a little insulted, and her gaze darkened. Spike’s eyes flashed golden, but his face remained unchanged.

“There is nothing wrong with me!” Buffy said indignantly. The pair glared at the other vampire, anger flaring in both their eyes. Through the bond their anger fed each other’s until they both were nearly raging.

“Something is clearly wrong with you, Buffy. You’re…sick or something. Did you get hurt while patrolling yesterday or something? Did a demon infect you with something? Because if you were yourself you would not be with Spike,” Angel said, speaking the other vampire’s name as if it was something disgusting.

As each word was spoken, the blonde pair grew angrier.

“Like I would rather be with you?” Buffy asked, disdain dripping from her voice.

She felt like hitting the dark, broody vampire, but she restrained herself. Spike flexed the fingers of his free hand, his demon urging him to attack his grandsire, no matter how wrong it was in the demon world. Angel didn't answer Buffy’s question, but his silence was enough. Spike growled darkly at his rival and the older vampire quickly shifted into game face, snarling. Buffy took a small involuntary step backward, and Spike followed her, still growling.

“You are not worthy of her, William,” the dark vampire growled at Spike and the younger vampire flinched involuntary. Angel continued, eyes glinting maliciously. “You’re nothing but a soulless monster. You are beneath her.”

Spike growled at the words, and held his mate closer. Buffy saw his memories flash before her eyes, some too fast to catch, some she regretted seeing. Always Angel…or Angelus, rather…torturing and ‘teaching’ William. Angelus and Drusilla, together, Angelus only doing it to punish the fledgling vampire. Drusilla choosing her sire over William. The main player seemed to be Drusilla, and Buffy made a mental note to ask about her.

“Shut up, Angelus,” Buffy spat, and Angel’s eyes swung to her, hurt and shock evident on his face.

“He’s more worthy of me than you’ll ever be!” she added.