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Epilogue
 
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Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all characters belonging to the show are not my creations.

Author’s Notes: Many, MANY thanks to slaymesoftly, who was my beta for this story. She’s been very patient, and definitely made this chapter readable.
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“You’re so warm…” Buffy buried her nose against Spike’s neck and inhaled deeply. She pressed her hand against his chest and felt the beat under her palm. It was the only thing that kept her from panicking. “Last time you were warm…you burned up while I was trying to hold on to you…”

The two stood outside her apartment building. The sky was turning red as the sun set, and Spike and Buffy were watching its progress together for the first time, wrapped in one another’s arms.

Spike’s warm fingers traced gentle patterns across her back, before trailing through her golden hair. “I remember…’s comin’ back slowly, but yeah, remember that…it hurt for a while, then it didn’t. But whether or not it did, didn’t matter. ‘Cause the last thing I saw was you, and I was happier than I’d ever been.”

Buffy closed her eyes against an assault of fresh tears. She had kept him outside, afraid to go into her apartment. She was afraid that if she walked back into her regularly scheduled life, he’d disappear from it again.

Inhaling deeply, she rested her head on his shoulder. Her arms circled his waist as she allowed herself to get lost in his embrace. “What if you leave me again?”

“Won’t. And if I do, won’t last. Figure if death was goin’ to stick, would have done it by now.”

The Slayer smiled, opening her eyes again to watch Spike’s face in the last fading light of the setting sun.

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Buffy fumbled with the lock. Her hands were eager, and it was difficult to control them. She finally opened the door to her apartment. Everything was dark, only the streetlights outside providing illumination, and they tended to cast even deeper shadows.

The Slayer turned and took the man behind her by the hands, guiding him inside her home without having to speak an invitation. Spike kicked the door shut behind them.

Moving one hand from his, Buffy gently traced her fingertips across his face. She took only a moment to memorize his features all over again, before pulling his body against her and crushing her lips to his.

He responded eagerly, moaning as her tongue brushed over his soft bottom lip. Spike’s lips parted, and they returned to a familiar dance.

Only, it was different this time.

Spike’s tongue held an unfamiliar heat, but the same skill. His hands wandered down her back. Buffy began to tug at his T-shirt, as if she might rip it in half if it weren’t gone soon. Laughing softly, he pulled away just long enough to pull the shirt up and over his head.

As soon as Buffy could see his bare chest, she lunged forward. His skin was at the mercy of her lips and his nipples were tortured by small strokes of her tongue. Spike’s breathing grew heavier, and the Slayer could feel his heart beating faster under her touch.

‘Spike has a heartbeat…’ The thought was a shock every time it crossed her mind, enough for her to stop her attack and look up at him again.

His skin was flushed and there was a small grin on his face. He seemed unsure and curious about what she would do next.

Stepping back, she took him by the hands again. She walked backwards, easily maneuvering through her apartment by memory, leading him towards her bedroom. To her surprise, he stopped as something caught his eye.

Buffy turned to see the small shelf beside them, She smiled when she realized that what had caught Spike’s eye was the black leather album that had just recently been returned.

He pulled one hand away from her to trace his fingertips across the leather. He studied the smiling faces in the first picture, not yet completely able to remember the source of the warm glow and complete contentment that settled over his entire being.


“It was for you,” Buffy whispered to him softly, before leading him away from the albums. “It was all…”

She pulled him down for another kiss, desperate to taste him. He groaned as they backed into the hallway. Spike lifted her off her feet, and Buffy wrapped her legs around his hips. Her back finally met a hard surface, and she broke away from the kiss long enough to look behind her.

“Oh, good. My door.” She spoke breathlessly as she fumbled with the doorknob.

Spike had already begun trailing teasing kisses down her neck. His hands squeezed her backside playfully while he leaned down to nibble softly on her nipple through her clothing.

“Gah!” Buffy gasped and arched against his mouth just as she managed to open the door.

The man holding her stumbled inside, just barely managing to make it to the bed before toppling forward. They landed with a bounce, and the Slayer laughed, immediately tugging her sweater off.

“Too many clothes!” she announced. “What was I thinking? Way too much clothing!”

“Let me help you with that, luv…” He lifted the thinner shirt underneath, gently kissing his way up her belly and across the top of her breasts. When she lifted her arms he pulled the shirt off, then impatiently ripped her bra away, consuming her in a deep kiss before she could voice a protest.

She groaned into the kiss and squeezed him with her legs. She pushed him away by his shoulders and looked down between them. “You too. Too much pants. Not enough Spike. Give me more Spike.”

“More Spike you shall have.” He grinned wickedly before forcing her legs open, so that he was no longer trapped in their grasp. He made his way slowly down her body. “But first, I want more Buffy…”

“No teasing!”

He laughed, curling his tongue behind his teeth as he unbuttoned her pants, sliding the denim over the curve of her backside and down her shapely legs. “Just want a taste…would you deny me a taste, Buffy, luv?”

Buffy slipped off her shoes and watched as Spike slid her pants off and tossed them onto the floor. “Tasting later,” she panted. “I need you…” The way her voice suddenly wavered had little to do with the heat building between them.

“Shhhhh…” Spike lowered her panties and tossed them aside, before kissing her thighs; He stroked his tongue up her slit and toyed with her clit.

The blonde arched her hips off the bed, seeking further contact, but he’d already moved on. He kissed his way up her body, reaching down to undo his pants as he settled his weight over her.

“‘M right here.” He kissed her temple to sooth her.

“You are…” Buffy wrapped her legs around his thighs, and used her feet to slide his loose jeans down his legs. She could hear his boots hit the floor as he toed them off. “You’re here…here, with me…” She brushed her lips softly against his and took time to savor every one of his harsh breaths. “You’re with me…”

Spike brushed her hair away from her face, studying her features as even more memories fell into place. “I am,” he assured her. “An’ ‘m not goin’ anywhere.

When he slowly pushed into her body, she could not hold back her gasp. Her eyes opened wide, and she clung to his shoulders. “Oh, god…”

His head dipped down to her neck, and she could feel him tracing patterns over her jugular with his now-warm tongue. He nibbled on her soft skin as he slowly withdrew, then thrust hard, burying himself in her tight channel. Buffy cried out and heard the headboard slam against the wall. She spared a brief second to be grateful that her sister had not come home yet, before all hope of thought was lost.

Her muscles squeezed and contracted around his cock, welcoming him into her body. He groaned as he felt her heat surrounding him.

“Remember this…” Spike rested his forehead against hers. “Remember you…”

He pulled back and thrust into her again, enjoying each harsh gasp she made. “Remember the way you taste, your scent, the way you feel…all liquid heat wrapped around me…” Spike pulled back and thrust his cock into her harder, watching as she squirmed with need for him. “Strong and soft all at once…”

“Spike, please!” Buffy pushed her hips up to meet his, desperate for more.

“How could I have forgotten you?” He nipped at her neck and growled savagely into her ear. “How could I ever have…?”

His control and will to tease slipping, Spike began to pound into her body fiercely. Her startled sounds of pleasure and the nails digging into his flesh encouraged him.

The frame of Buffy’s bed squealed in protest from Spike’s harsh treatment. Buffy moaned and threw her head back to welcome Spike’s mouth, as he bit first her neck, then her earlobe and gave a sharp tug. His hand was cupping her breast, his thumb and forefinger teasing the sensitive nipple.

Spike’s skin was actually hot against hers, creating a sauna affect. His heartbeat was matching her own in its urgency, and he was breathing rapidly as he watched her in her need.

As his body moved rhythmically with hers, Spike stared down at his lover. He growled again, and his eyes flashed with amber
Buffy gasped, then tightened her legs around Spike’s hips. She brought their movements to a halt.

“Somethin’ wrong, luv?”

Spike was looking down at her with mild confusion, but the bright amber had not left his eyes. The Slayer almost sobbed aloud when she realized there was no part of her lover that she would have to mourn.

“No…” she whispered tenderly as she brushed her fingertips against his brow. She tightened her legs around him even more and pulled him inside, suddenly flipping them both so that she was astride him. His cock was forced deeper into her body and they both groaned in response. “Just admiring the view…”
When she glanced down at him again, she noticed that his hands were gripping the bars of her headboard, and the iron was groaning as it bent under the pressure. The noise was soon followed by a matching groan from Spike as Buffy rose slowly, then sank back down, taking him into her tight body again and again.

She began to ride him hard, supporting herself on his shoulders. He moved his hands from the bars to her hips, gripping her tightly enough to leave bruises on her soft skin. The bed shook under their frenzied thrusts, and Buffy ground herself down against him to stimulate her throbbing and needy clit.

Sensing her need, Spike used his thumb to press down hard on her nub and rub it in slow circles, sending her spiraling into her first orgasm of the night.

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Sunshine shifted in through the curtains, dancing in small patterns across soft skin. The sounds of waking life outside didn’t disturb the two lovers.

Spike dozed on his stomach, while behind him, Buffy traced small patterns across his back.

“You awake?” she asked.

“Nope.”

The Slayer grinned mischievously, biting at the strong muscle of his shoulder. “Lying.”

“‘M not. Havin’ a wonderful dream. Stop interrupting.” Spike barely managed to hide the small grin on his face.

She huffed. “Well, fine…I was going to occupy you, but since you’re so busy…” She moved a hand slowly down his side, then across his narrow hip and between his legs, to gently nudge and tease at his growing erection.

He flipped so suddenly, Buffy gasped, completely taken by surprise. Spike held her wrists against the mattress, pinning her with his body.
“Sod the dream.”

Buffy giggled, squirming underneath him. A sheet separated their bodies, but she knew it wouldn’t be enough to hold him back for long. She certainly didn’t want it to be…but she found herself sobering from her playful mood as she looked up into familiar blue eyes, sparkling with mirth and lust.

“How’s the memory coming?”
The wicked leer was replaced with a tender smile. “It’s comin’…slowly, but more of its there almost every minute. Some of it…” He closed his eyes, breathing in hard before releasing a slow breath to calm himself. “Some of it I don’ actually want…”

“I know…” Buffy kissed the tip of his nose, then giggled slightly. “Oh god, poor Andrew…”

Spike frowned. “Who?”

“Oh, uh…Tucker’s brother.”

“Oh. Why’s he poor, and why’s he bein’ mentioned in this bed?”

The Slayer smiled and rolled her eyes. “He um…he kept something from me. He knew that you were…well, when you were with Angel, he knew…and he didn’t tell me.” She sighed softly. “And I got beyond pissed…now as far as everyone else is concerned, I’m a major bitch-queen-”

He shrugged. “Sod them all.”

Buffy grinned. “I should probably let him off the hook…its just…” She bit her bottom lip, freeing one of her wrists from Spike’s grip and raising her hand to brush her fingertips across his cheek. “I missed you…you’ll never know how much…”

Spike covered her mouth with his own, lips worshiping hers with soft touches before his tongue stroked their softness for entrance. She gladly obliged, moaning into the embrace while pushing the sheet that covered her away.

He pulled back for a moment, breathing hard and smiling. “Let me show you how much I know I missed you.”

Buffy nodded in eager agreement, before pulling him down for another kiss.

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Dawn closed the door as quietly as she was able. She winced at even the slightest squeak of wood, before realizing that in the horrible mood her sister was in, she was likely not to notice that Dawn had been gone all night.

Sighing, the younger Summers placed her purse down on the table in the living room. She’d been over at Andrew’s, trying hard to console him after Buffy’s outburst and his quick relocation.

“Ok, so Andrew screwed up…didn’t mean she had to go all –”
The shrill blaring of the phone interrupted Dawn’s muttering. She made a slight squeaking noise in fear before quickly scrambling to pick up the noisy device.
“Hello?”

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Spike’s hand cupped one of her breasts, kneading it softly before arousing the nipple into a hard peak. He then moved his fingertips gently down her side, tickling the soft flesh before gliding across her belly and between her legs.

Buffy gasped and arched into his touch as his thumb teased her clit. She pulled away from his kisses long enough to take a much-needed gulp of air.

A sharp knock suddenly pulled them from their private world.

“Buffy?” Dawn knocked again, louder this time. “The Immortal’s on the phone. He’s demanding to know who your new beau is.” She turned the knob without waiting for an answer, stepping into the room. “Which is so stupid, cause there’s no way you have a new –“

Thesight of a pale and muscular male ass easily brought a startled scream from the teen.

Spike yelped and rolled off his lover, quickly bringing a blanket up to his waist. Beside him, Buffy screamed right back at her sister, pulling the blanket up to her chest.
with equal insistence
The screaming stopped for a moment, and the brunette in the doorway could do little more than stare with mouth gaping at the man in bed with her sister.

The bleached blond stared back, before his eyes widened, more memories snapping into place. “…Nibblit?”

Eyes widening further, Dawn started screaming again. She dropped the phone onto the floor and began bouncing in one spot, before leaping onto the startled former vampire, wrapping her arms tightly around his middle, and sending them both toppling off the bed and onto the floor.

“Bloody hell, Bit!”

“Dawn, he’s naked!” Buffy tried in vain to stop her laughter as she watched her small family and their reunion. She then laughed even harder when she realized the blanket had stayed on the bed with her.

 
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