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I Know You II by slaymesoftly
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Chapter Twenty-eight

Buffy was dreaming that she and Spike were lolling on a beach, the vampire under the protective shade of a very large umbrella while she baked in the rays of a late afternoon sun. For some reason, the waves were particularly loud at this beach, sounding almost like they were literally pounding against the shore. They got louder and louder, until, with a start, she woke up. The sun was streaming in through a gap in the curtains and the pounding was continuing.

Buffy groaned and lifted Spike’s arm off her waist so that she could get up. She stumbled to the front door and opened it, giving the apologetic-looking young man standing there a bleary stare. She blinked, then recognized him as one of the waiters in the restaurant.


“Henry says you don’t have to come in today. He said to tell you that he knows you probably need a rest after last night and it’s okay to take the day off.”

“Wha-?” Buffy’s mouth had not yet caught up to her brain, which was just beginning to function.

“Problem, pet?” Spike’s guttural growl from the safety of the shadowed hallway caused the waiting boy to jump, before he realized who had spoken. Eyes shining with hero-worship, he asked, “Is it true that you dusted two hundred vampires all by yourself? Cause, if you did, that would just be...awesome.”

“I wasn’t countin’,” Spike responded, standing a bit taller and sticking out his chest. He could see the boy’s eyes drifting from his chest down to his tight abs, which were well set off by his barely zipped jeans.

Rolling her eyes at his preening, Buffy asked, “ Andrew... is it? How did you know...”

“Um..,” He tore his gaze off the grinning vampire’s bare chest. “Oh, yeah. There’s this thing...called a telephone? You should look into it, by the way, then I wouldn’t have had to wake you up to tell you that could sleep in. Anyway, turns out Henry’s brother lives in Petersburg and he called him early this morning to tell him about the big excitement there last night. His wife’s brother was one of the captives and when he started describing the two people that freed them and said they were from Winterset, he knew it had to be you guys. His brother said no way should you have to worry about coming to work today – that you should stay home and rest and take care of...”

His gaze drifted back to the vampire now lounging against the wall, well away from the sunlight that slanted through the open door. Spike straightened up and somehow managed to look sexy even as he edged his way closer to the doorway and the deadly rays warming the area rug.

“I’m Spike,” he offered with a lascivious smile that held just a trace of tongue. “And if we’re done here, the Slayer and I are going back to bed now. ‘ppreciate you bringing the message.”

Andrew’s eyes darted back and forth between the leering vampire and the blushing girl, his voice failing him as he got an immediate mental image of the two of them in bed.

“Uh...guh...whu... I mean, you’re welcome. Anytime. Really. I could come by any...”

“Thank you, Andrew,” Buffy said kindly, beginning to close the door. “I think I’ll look into that phone you mentioned. Good idea. See you tomorrow.”

She closed the door firmly and turned around to smack the laughing vampire on his bare chest.

“You are such a slut!” she giggled. “That poor boy didn’t know if he wanted to shake your hand or kiss you.”

“Can’t help it if I’m irresistible, love,” he murmured, pulling her against his chest. “You do think I’m irresistible, don’t you?”

Against her will, she found herself pressing against him, seeking closer contact with the body she was just beginning to know. She dropped her hands from his bare back to his denim-covered ass and squeezed both cheeks. Struck by sudden inspiration, she ignored his question, pushing him towards the bedroom and saying, “Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”

When she pointed to the bathroom, he dropped the automatic objection he’d been about to make and walked into the bedroom, unzipping his jeans as he did so. He dropped them on the floor and got back into the still-warm bed, putting his hands behind his head and waiting for Buffy to come out of the bathroom.

She paused when she entered the room, gazing at the smiling vampire who was stretched out under the quilt, his muscular biceps and shoulders on display above the covers. It had occurred to her that her careful washing of his wounded body the night before was the closest she had come to the kind of exploring that he done to her. His hands, eyes and lips had mapped her body over and over again that first night, whereas Buffy had been a mostly passive if willing subject for the vampire’s lustful explorations.

“Just stay like that,” she ordered, feeling a burst of pride as he nodded in agreement and wriggled his body down lower in the bed.

Buffy stalked towards him, licking her lips as she said, “You’ve been all over my body – with all your body parts, but I haven’t had a chance to really look at you.”

She flicked the covers back and stared at the lean, muscular body spread out in front of her. All of his wounds had closed; angry red lines, which would soon be gone, were the only signs of the fight less than twenty-four hours ago. Beginning at his head, she traced the sharp planes of his face with her eyes and then her fingertips. She lingered over his full mouth, losing focus briefly when he sucked a finger into his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Before she could forget what she was about, she pulled it out and traced a damp trail down the side of his neck, pausing at the bite scar from Drusilla.

The growl that erupted from her throat surprised them both, although not as much as the sudden application of her lips and teeth to the scar. Kissing, licking, sucking and biting gently, she muttered over and over, “My vampire. Mine. Not hers. Mine.” She could feel Spike’s body trembling and his breath rasping in his throat as he struggled to control his demon. With a gasp, he pulled her from his neck and held her away from his body with arms that were shaking.

“Buffy...love...I can’t...you shouldn’t... Bloody hell, Slayer, have you forgotten everything I told you the other night?”

She blinked, momentarily distracted, then with a blush she remembered what he’d said about claiming rituals.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes cast down. “I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry, Spike.”

“ ‘S alright, pet,” he said in a still-shaky voice. “I’m chuffed that you feel that way – an’ trust me when I tell you that I’m yours in a way that I never was hers. But with both the man and the demon wantin’ you...I’m just not that strong, love. I wish I could be for you, but I’m not.”

“I didn’t mean to...” she stopped, her lip trembling as she spoke. “I just hate looking at that mark!”

She gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth, amazed not only that she knew it to be true, but that she had said it aloud. For long minutes their eyes remained locked, his intent and fierce, Buffy’s embarrassed, but defiant. Spike continued to stare into her eyes until he was satisfied that he wasn’t reading any more into her remark than its face value.

“’S alright, pet. You didn’t know what you were doin’. Now you know what to be careful of.” When she still didn’t move, he gently lowered her back into the kneeling position she’d been in when she attacked his neck. “Now, weren’t there other parts of my body that you were interested in?” He gave her his best leer and she giggled.

Putting aside the thoughts swirling through her head at her own reaction to a bite that Spike had never indicated meant anything more than the death of his human self, she dropped her gaze from his neck to his chest and licked her lips at the pebbled nipples standing up on his marble-smooth skin. Her fingers skimmed over the brown peaks, bringing a hiss from the vampire. She laid her hands flat on his chest and began to run them over the smooth muscles there, smiling when he would twitch or hiss.

When she had touched every inch of exposed skin between his chin and his navel, she then began to kiss her way around his upper body, nibbling lightly on his nipples and basking in the low growl it brought from him. She licked her way down his torso, pausing to stick her tongue in his belly button and wriggle it until he gave a very unmanly giggle. She glanced up at him with twinkling eyes, then continued her hands-on exploration of his body.

Ignoring the eager cock begging for her attention, she ran her hands over his taut stomach and prominent hip bones, sliding them around to stroke his flanks and then down his muscular thighs. She pretended a great interest in his knees and calves, even taking time to count his toes and play “this little piggy” with one foot.

She watched his face as she slid both hands up his legs until they reached his lower abdomen. She rested them there, her hands framing his cock, her fingers playing with the curly hairs surrounding it. Still not touching him, she traced the light brown hairs down his stomach with one finger while she studied the rigid shaft in front of her with curious eyes.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Spike’s hands were clenched on the sheet, his fingers digging into the mattress in an attempt to remain still. She cupped his balls, rolling them experimentally in her hand and smiling when he couldn’t smother a groan. She began to kiss her way around his lower abdomen, nuzzling through the hair with her nose and continuing to roll his balls with her free hand.

When she felt that she had tortured him enough, she ran her tongue up the side of his cock, laughing with delight when he yelped in surprise. She continued to lick her way around it as though it were one of the ice cream cones that he bought her every night during the summer. Her hair spread across the clenched muscles of his stomach as she finally lowered her head and took him in her mouth. Not quite sure what to do next, but encouraged by the barely articulate sounds coming from the vampire, she experimentally swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, nudging the foreskin and poking it into the little slit on the end.

At Spike’s whimpered urging, she moved her head up and down, trying to get as much of his thick length into her mouth as she could without gagging. As he began to involuntarily move his hips, pushing into her mouth even as he apologized for his actions, she petted him on his tightly clenched thigh and hummed around him.

“Oh, Buffy...love...my darlin’ girl...I’m sorry, love. Don’t want to....but your mouth is like heaven. Could bring me to my knees with it, you could. Can’t help...need to stop, love, or I’m goin’ to...”

Shaking her head, Buffy stepped up her motions, taking her cue from the way his hips were jerking and the way he was gasping her name and begging her to stop. With a final guttural cry, he arched into her mouth and shuddered his release. Buffy swallowed as fast as she could, but had to give up and pull away before she choked on the thick, milky liquid coating the roof of her mouth.

She dropped her head onto his now-still body and licked at the remains of his spendings coating the skin of his abdomen.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I thought I’d be able to do it better.”

“Bloody hell, love!” The disbelief in his tone was palpable as he pulled her up beside him and tipped her chin so that he could meet her disappointed eyes. “You damn near made my heart start beatin’. I’m not sure that you could do it better than that. Not without causin’ me to spontaneously combust, anyway.”

“Really? It was okay, then?”

“It was more than okay, love. It was bloody magic, is what it was. Don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you, but whatever it was, I hope I don’t ever stop doin’ it.”

She giggled with relief and snuggled into his side. “I hope you don’t, too. I think I’d miss you if you weren’t here.”

His arms tightened around her as he said with an intensity that belied his casual words, “Well, can’t have my girl being unhappy, can I? Guess I’d better plan to stay around.”

“Your girl, huh? Is that what I am?”

“I hope so, love. If you want to be. ‘S up to you.”

“I think I’d like that,” she said, tracing small patterns on his chest with her fingernail. “I want to be yours. Are you mine?”

“Always will be, love. Whether you want me or not.”

“I want,” she said firmly. “And you know what else I want?” She squirmed around until she was lying on top of him. “I want kisses.”

With a happy chuckle, he met her eager lips with his own, letting her set the pace as the kisses ranged from light and playful to deeper and more fraught with meaning. As they continued to explore each other’s mouth with lips and tongue, Buffy could feel Spike’s response pressing against her thigh. His hands slid into her pajama bottoms, cupping the globes of her ass and pulling her against his body. She opened her thighs, allowing his erection to slip between her legs and press against her increasingly damp sex.

With an impatient whimper, she sat up abruptly, her crotch now pressing down on his cock while she shrugged out of her pajama top. She remained where she was for a minute, rotating her hips against him and whimpering in need before he grabbed her waist and held her still.

“Would be a lot more fun if we got rid of these fuzzy knickers, love,” he growled, pushing the waistband of her pajama bottoms down as far as it would go in her straddled position. Light brown curls were just visible above the tightly stretched fabric; he brushed his knuckles over the skin of her stomach, then dipped into her hidden folds. Pulling away from his hand and standing up on the bed, Buffy allowed the pants to fall to her ankles, stepping out of them one leg at a time. She paused, still straddling the vampire who was staring up at her glistening curls and licking his lips.

She tried not to blush at the expression on his face as he continued to stare.

“Are you drooling?”

“I might be,” he responded with a smirk. “Looking at one of my favorite things right now – if I wasn’t drooling, I’d think something was wrong with me.”

“Something is wrong with you, you perv,” she giggled, torn between embarrassment and pride.

Instead of responding, he spread his arms suddenly, knocking her legs apart even farther and causing her drop down onto him.

“Ah, that’s much better,” he purred, letting his cock rub against her wet flesh and smiling at her gasps. Buffy rubbed herself against him until she felt herself teetering on the edge. Spike grabbed her hips again, holding her tightly while she ground her clit against him. When she was shuddering with her orgasm, he lifted her slightly and slipped into her spasming walls.

“Heaven,” he gasped, arching his hips up into the powerful muscles clenching around him. “Being inside you is as close to heaven as this vampire ever wants to get.”

Buffy didn’t respond, being too busy shaking with another small orgasm brought on by the sudden pressure now coming from both sides of her clit. She threw her head back and began to ride his cock as though they had been making love in that position for years. With his vocal encouragement, she experimented with moving up and down until she was almost lifting herself off his cock, then shifted to rotating her hips around it while grinding down onto his pubic bone.

With a quick twist of his body, Spike flipped them over so that he was looking down into her startled eyes.

“Much as I love seein’ you like that, sweetheart, want to feel your arms and legs around me when we come. Want to know that you’re lovin’ me with your whole body.”

Buffy nodded dumbly. She understood what he was saying. With Spike on top, her arms and legs automatically came around his body, holding him to her while her face pressed into his neck. He rained kisses on her face and head, coaxing her to raise her head so the he could reach her mouth. He lavished surprisingly gentle, if breath-taking, kisses on her, pausing only to whisper in her ear.

“Love you more than anything, Buffy. Will love you forever, if you let me. Never want to leave you. Tell me you’re mine, love. Tell me...”

Buffy tightened her arms around his tense back, her grip so strong that even his vampire strength would have been challenged if he’d tried to move. Unable to meet his intense gaze, she buried her face in his neck again, inhaling his scent and reveling in the sense of security it gave her.

“I’m yours,” she murmured. “I don’t think I could –“ She stopped and forced herself to raise her head and meet his eyes. “I love you, Spike,” she said clearly.

The look on his face immediately wiped out any lingering sense of embarrassment she may have felt at saying those words to an unsouled vampire. With awe, love, and perhaps a glimmer of a tear in his eyes, he silently begged her for the final proof his demon was craving.

Rather than give him a verbal response to his unspoken request, Buffy kissed her way down his throat until her mouth was once again positioned over Drusilla’s siring bite. Tightening her arms again, she grabbed the scar in her blunt human teeth and bit down until she felt the skin give and a trickle of blood flow into her mouth.

“Mine,” she said. “You are mine, Spike.”

“Yours,” he gasped, his face shifting. “Yours forever.”

He slid his sharp canines into the soft skin on her throat, on the side opposite from the barely-visible marks where other vampires had put their teeth into this body at one time or another. With infinite care, he allowed her blood to flow into his mouth, swallowing slowly and savoring the power he could feel there. His body shaking with the orgasm brought on by Buffy’s own cry of release and her clenching vaginal walls, he quickly growled, “Mine. You are mine, Buffy. Forever.”

“Forever,” she gasped. “I’m yours forever.”

For long minutes, their bodies shook together, the magic of the ritual adding to the physical effects of the massive orgasms that continued to sweep through them. When the sensations became too much, they both lost consciousness briefly, coming back to themselves slowly.

Spike licked the tiny wounds on her neck, knowing that those particular scars wouldn’t fade with time the way the others had. His whole body vibrated with the purring that he couldn’t control.

Fuck. It’s a good thing I don’t have a soul to lose. If I got any happier I think I might just...

Oh my god. Ohmigod, ohmigod. Oh. My. God. The other Buffy waited how many years for this? Is she stupid? Oh my god.

“You alright, love?”

She nodded mutely, then managed to say, “I’d ask if you were all right, but I’m guessing the non-stop purry pretty much answers that question.”

Laughter rumbled in his chest, setting up counterpoint vibrations and causing her to give a responsive giggle. They were soon laughing together, rolling over and over on the bed until they reached the edge and fell to the floor with a ‘thump’.

“Ow,” Buffy said, an elated smile on her face even as she complained of being the cushion for the still-laughing vampire. They lay on the floor, still laughing softly until Buffy shivered as the cold air in the room finally made itself known. Immediately, Spike was apologizing, leaping to his feet and scooping her up. He put her on the bed and pulled the down comforter up, tucking it around her shoulders before sliding in beside her.

“Better, love?”

“Mmmmm, much better. Warm covers, sexy vampire mate, what more could a girl want?”

“Few more hours of sleep?” he asked, trying to suppress a yawn.

“Good idea,” she mumbled, already being lulled into slumber by the exhaustion from the emotional and physical highs they had just experienced. “Few more hours. Good plan, Spike...”

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