On waking, Buffy peered down curiously at Spike’s limp cock lying on his thigh, soft and flaccid.

‘I can’t believe that’s what made me scream earlier.’ She tried not to giggle.

She was surprised at how pretty it was. In the past, Buffy had often thought that penises were not the most attractive of things; unlike most men who thought their little guys were quite striking. Spike’s was beautiful… Rosy and framed with brown curls. ‘Guess that answers the question of whether or not he’s a bottle blonde!’ Buffy did giggle at that thought.

Checking that Spike was asleep, she slid her hand down and stroked the soft curls that framed the object of her interest. Buffy froze when Spike shifted slightly. She waited for a few long seconds before resuming her exploration.

She instinctively knew that Spike wouldn’t mind or judge her fumbling attentions. Emboldened, she shifted and moved down to peer at not-so-little Spike. Buffy ran a finger around the base of his cock and then began to tenderly trace the veins that ran along its length. Gradually it began to harden. ‘Geez! Even in his sleep I can excite him!’

Unable to resist, Buffy rose to her knees, leaned over and buried her face in his coarse curls. She nuzzled him with her check before sticking out her tongue and tracing the veins her finger had followed moments before.

Taking a breath, she gently sucked the hardened tip of his cock into her mouth. She swiped her soft pink tongue over the slit and collected the clear fluid that had bubbled out before taking him further into her mouth.

In an effort to present herself with a better angle with which to work, Buffy swung one leg over his chest, straddling him as she drew him deeply into her mouth.

Purring loudly, Spike woke to the sensation of moist heat around his swelling cock. He glanced down and came face to face with an incredibly erotic sight.

Buffy’s damp core was just inches from his lips, her mouth the cause of the moist heat he had noticed upon awakening. Buffy released his cock, winking cheekily over her shoulder to acknowledge his wakefulness before returning to her task.

Spike suddenly became aware of the embarrassing noise erupting from his body, something he had never heard before. ‘Is that purring?’ He quickly tried to cover the discomforting racket with his voice.

He cleared his throat. “See something you like, Slayer?”

Buffy grinned internally at the overused line. “Nah!” She replied, licking his cock from base to tip in one swift stroke.

“Guh… Buffy…” Spike tensed under her ministrations. He tried to move her dripping pussy closer to his mouth to reciprocate, but was stopped by her firm rebuke.

“Ah, ah, Spike. Hands off. My turn to play. You don’t move!” With that, Buffy resumed her exploration. She ran her tongue under his foreskin, causing it to draw back and expose the throbbing head of his dick. ‘He tastes so good…’ Spike’s unneeded breath quickened, he was panting and writhing as Buffy’s talented tongue drove him to the edge.

Buffy pulled the swollen member into her mouth, testing his reactions. Reaching back, she slapped a hand that was artfully intruding into her personal space. Relaxing her throat muscles, Buffy sucked hard, allowing his shaft to sink even further into her mouth. She swallowed gently against his cock, massaging his balls with her small hands. She mentally prayed that Spike wouldn’t realize that she was a bit of a novice.

“Buffy!” was torn from Spike’s throat before he could stop it. She smiled around the girth in her mouth at the sound of her name on his lips. Encouraged, Buffy repeated the action, and then began moving her mouth up and down on his swollen shaft, sucking in her cheeks to apply more pressure.

Bobbing her head, she eagerly led him towards ecstasy. Lost in the feeling, Spike allowed his head to drift back to the floor. He wanted to devour the sweet treat before him, but understood that it was not going to be allowed. Instead, he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the sweet aroma of her excitement. His hand flexed on her outer thighs as she continued devestating his senses.

“Cor, Slayer…” Buffy allowed his dick to slide out of her mouth and then lowered her head so that she had access to his heavy ball sac. She sucked one of the swollen testicles into her mouth, savoring his taste. She slid her tongue over the sensitive area where he had responded so eagerly to her touch before.

His distinct smell was stronger here. It seemed that the scent of leather was a part of his being. She smelled something familiar mixed with his scent. Flushing, she realized what it was. She could smell herself all over him. Releasing the soft jewel, she returned her attention to his cock. Wrapping both hands around him, she squeezed hard.

“More… more… harder, luv… Oh, Buffy, my girl…mine…”

Feeling his balls draw closer to his body, she watched as his scrotum tightened and roughened in appearance. Knowing that he was close, she once again wrapped her lips around him, encouraging him to let go. Spike came with a growl, his thick cock pulsing in her mouth, filling her with his salty release.

Buffy sat up and spun on his now wet chest. Licking her lips, she smirked at his stunned expression. “Enjoy that, luv?” she teased, her fabricated accent mocking his.

“Oh, yeah.” He rolled quickly, pinning her to the floor.

“Ow! Off, off, Spike!” Spike scrambled up and Buffy arched her back to remove the item jabbing into her. “What’s this?” She held up the leather scabbard that Spike had dropped earlier.

“Oh! That’s your present, pet. Got a bit distracted, sorry.” Spike pulled the ancient leather from her hands, stroking it like a lover. Holding the scabbard firmly, he offered the handle to Buffy. Reaching out, she pulled on the proffered grip, slowly exposing an exquisite knife.

Breathless, she looked at the man before her.

“Oh, Spike!” Caressing the sharp blade, she examined the weapon with her fingers as well as her eyes. She bounced it lightly in her hands, thrilling at its heft. She thumbed the edge of the carefully honed blade, admiring the sharpness. The leather wrapped handle fit perfectly into her hand, her fingers sliding into crevices worn by use. “Spike, this is beautiful! Where did you find it?”

“Had it for years, luv. Quite a nice knife; thought you might like to have it.” Spike looked at the floor, worried that the revelation that the knife was something personal of his would cause his gift to be rejected.

Buffy reached out to cup his chin with her free hand. “Look at me,” she gently demanded. His eyes pierced her soul. “I love it. Thank you so much.”

Their lips met with a gentleness that made her sigh. She moved away from him, walking towards the fire, needing to bask in its heat. He followed, his eyes never leaving his love.

‘Where she goes, my heart follows…’ Spike cringed when William popped up, but continued the thought, sinking to his knees beside her, ‘She is my heart.’ He watched her as she played with the knife he had so lovingly cared for over 50 years.

As Buffy’s finger drew down the blade, a line of blood appeared. She stuck her finger into her mouth, sucking on the injured digit. She grinned wickedly before removing her finger.

“Want some?” she offered.

His mouth watered at the thought of more of her precious blood. ‘After a famine, a feast.’ He opened his mouth to accept his prize.

Buffy extended her finger to his mouth as she began drawing nonsensical patterns on her chest with the point of the knife. He tentatively took her finger into his mouth, his eyes never leaving the trail she was blazing. Her eyes were locked on his.

She lowered her gaze to his chest. ‘How can someone so passionate, so giving, be a soulless demon? He has offered me so much and hasn’t asked for anything in return. Can he love me?’ She was torn by the idea. Everything she knew said that he shouldn’t be able to love. She glanced into his eyes once more and remembered her earlier epiphany. ‘He is mine. He loves me…’

She felt walls inside begin to crumble. She and Spike seemed to fit so well together. Ying and Yang. ‘Overused much, Buffy?’

She couldn’t help it.

They fit.

He could be her partner in all things; fighting, dancing, loving…

Her inner walls were swiftly falling and she realized that the demon before her was her future. She wanted him to be hers. More than that, she wanted to be his. Gripping the knife tightly, she pulled her wet finger from his mouth.

“Oi! Using that, Slayer!” Spike playfully nipped after her finger, following its motion with his head. His blue eyes were sparking when they met hers.

Her eyes were intent. She pushed him not so gently to the floor and straddled him. “Now, Sla…” She pressed her finger to his lips, silencing the stream of consciousness that was escaping.

“Do you trust me, Spike?” she asked in a wavering voice.

His eyes flooded with emotion as he smoothed her tangled hair from her face. “With everything that I am,” he whispered, the truth shining in his eyes. “Do what you want with me, to me. I’m yours, Buffy.” His entire being was thrilled at her touch. She was perfect.

Her eyes filled with tears. “Really?” One fat drop rolled from her eye.

Spike quickly sat up and pulled her into his arms. “Oh, pet, I’m yours, can’t you tell?” He kissed her deeply. Releasing her mouth, he ran his lips over her jaw and neck, worrying at the mark he desperately wanted to eradicate. Buffy moaned.

She pulled his head up, receiving a pout for her efforts. She teased, “Oh! Pouty! Gonna…”

Before she could finish, his mouth crushed hers. She pressed her hands against his chest, flattening her palms against him. The knife slipped from her grasp. Releasing his mouth, she quickly grabbed at the knife, just as it nicked his chest.

Helplessly, she watched the thin cut just under his collarbone swell with his blood. “Oh, Spike! I hurt you again! I’m so sorry!” Dropping the knife to the floor, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the cut. When he moaned, she opened her mouth slightly, drawing his blood onto her tongue.

She sat back and looked into his eyes.

She swallowed.

Images flooded her mind as memories and emotions shot through her body. She saw herself in a hundred different places. The Bronze. Dancing with Xander and Willow. The school. Filling the punch bowl. A pumpkin patch. Fighting a minion, creatively using a sign…

Buffy shook at the intensity of his feelings, the passion and love that was assailing her mind.

Other visions invaded. Her mother standing over her, holding the axe she had just used to crack her skull. The sudden realization that this Slayer was different combined with a rush of delight and interest in this lioness protecting her cub. The slight relief that this Slayer would live to dance with her again…

Buffy’s body reveled in the excitement that he had felt, knowing that he would fight her again.

Still more images. Drunkenness, trying to block images of herself from her mind as Dru whined. The dark vampiresses’ cloying touch, long nails scratching her face in punishment for a vision only she saw. Something Dru finally revealed in Brazil, “She’s all around you!” Uncomfortable relief at being able to admit that Dru was too cold for true passion, for true love.

Buffy cringed for him at the memory of Dru. At the memory of the chaos demon standing in the background, dripping slime, witnessing the final humiliation of the Master Vampire.

More memories. Returning to Sunnydale to kill the creature filling her mind, trying to rid her thoughts of the Slayer and failing at both. Dreaming of love. Running to a familiar house and a familiar tree. Looking up as smoke fills her lungs, longing to touch the form silhouetted in the window.

The thrill of the hunt, the dance…

As the images wore off, she grinned. “So you still think we’re dancing?”

He snarked back his expected line, “That’s all we’ve ever done.”

Her eyes filled with lust, longing and something more. “Spike, I wanna change the tune.”

His scarred eyebrow quirked. “Yeah, luv? What tune you want now?” Buffy leaned forward and placed a kiss above his dead heart before moving up slightly to cover the wound his gift had caused. She looked up into his eyes, her mouth lingering above his chest.

“Mine!” she growled and sank her teeth into his flesh. She tore at the quickly healing wound, delighting in the warmth of his emotions flooding though her body. As she swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his borrowed blood, he began to shake.

“Buffy!” he roared as his demon emerged. His cock hardened to granite as he pulled her roughly away from his chest. She groaned as her connection to him was broken.

“Last chance to change your mind, little girl.” Buffy tilted her head to give him access to the bruised scar on her neck. She gave herself to her demon. Spike thrust her onto his erection, reveling in her heat.

Buffy was so slick that she barely winced at Spike’s sudden invasion of her body. Her inner walls eagerly stretched to accommodate his increased size. All fear of his bulk had disappeared as soon as Spike moved between her legs. Buffy was so overcome with sensations that she could barely move. Instead she wrapped her legs around Spike’s waist and hung on.

Spike’s thrusts increased in tempo, the jarring movements causing Buffy bounce in his lap. She clung to his shoulders trying to anchor herself. She moaned and groaned as sweat poured from her, coating Spike’s chest as it rubbed against her. Small grunts panted out of her mouth as the air was forced from her body with each thrust.

Spike’s demon chanted in his head, ‘Mine… mine… mine’, over and over. He ran his gnarled teeth up and down Buffy’s sweat-soaked neck. The demon in Spike was reveling in their almost animalistic joining. Spike’s clawed hands flexed on her hips, one of his nails accidentally drawing blood. It trickled over her tattoo as Spike rammed over and over into her heated center.

Spike could feel her inner muscles fluttering around him. Buffy was close to cumming.

Opening his golden eyes, he growled, “Mine!” He deliberately angled his aching fangs over the mark he had been worrying at all night.

With a snarl of possession, he bit down hard, obliterating it with one smooth motion. His demon reveled in the sensation of finally laying claim to what he had known was his from first sight.

His jaws tightened as he jerked Buffy closer, his teeth tearing her neck even more. Her Slayer’s blood encouraging the demon. His inner William pulled him back. ‘Mustn’t hurt the girl.’

Suddenly Buffy yelled, “Oh Spike! I’m yours! Love you so much!” With his fangs and cock buried deep inside of her, Buffy finally felt complete. Awkwardly, she lowered her head to his chest, locking her lips back over her own mark. She dug in her teeth, tearing his flesh all the more.

With a hard shudder, they both leapt over the edge, visions swimming through their minds, emotions raging through their bodies. As the blood from Spike’s claim ran onto her breasts, she came with a shudder, dragging Spike along with her.

The two figures were lit by the flickering fire, locked in an embrace older than time. As Spike softened inside her liquid heat, his game face slid away. Buffy moaned as his cock shrank slightly. She rocked her hips against his, trying to prolong the sensations.

Eventually Spike pulled back, afraid to look into her eyes. He lowered his mouth to her breasts, softly lapping at the spilled blood.

Buffy drew back, wanting to look into the eyes of her mate. “Spike.” Her soft voice prompted blue eyes to glance up at her through soft lashes, Spike’s tongue continuing its path across her breasts. Her sultry voice drifted into his mind, ‘You’re mine, right?’

As Spike heard his mate’s voice in his head, his mind automatically responded as his tongue continued to lave at her breasts. ‘Oh, pet, all that I am is yours.’

With that, they both pulled back in surprise. Buffy closed her eyes, ‘Spike, can you hear me?’

He pulled her close, his mouth covering his mark. ‘Oh, pet, you are amazing,’ he whispered into her mind. The joy of their unexpected union filled them both. “I love you, Buffy. My love… my mate…” Each word was punctuated by a kiss.

As the possessive words rolled out of his mouth, Buffy rolled her eyes. “I’m never gonna get rid of you now, am I?”

Spike bit the nipple closest to him. “Nope. You’re stuck now, Slayer. Bound for life.” He paused. “Hey… bound… Can I tie you up?” He licked his rapidly healing mark.

“Absolutely not, Spike!” Her smile belying her statement. She shivered in excitement at the thought of being tied up by her lover.

He laughed and rested his head on her shoulder, placing sweet kisses on his mark. “This is the best gift you could have given me…”

The romantic moment was brought to a rather abrupt end by a loud growl. Spike jerked his head back, looking at his ladylove. “That your stomach, pet?” Buffy blushed down to her toes.