“Let’s get you fed. ‘Cos you know that you’ll need your strength!” Spike slapped her gently on her butt, still amazed that his chip didn’t fire. Suddenly, he realized that he had claimed her. He had dug his fangs into her skin and his chip hadn’t even buzzed. ‘She really trusts me!’ he thought, amazed, stunned and humbled by his mate.

‘Of course I do,’ came her gentle reply.

“Feed me!” Buffy pouted at Spike. Her belly rumbled again and this time her entire body blushed. “Sorry…”

Spike stood easily, keeping Buffy impaled on his still hard cock. She groaned and shifted restlessly on him, desperately wanting him, but also desperately wanting food to quiet her growlies.

Her eyebrows rose as Spike began walking toward the kitchen. She glanced down at his flexing abdomen, mesmerized. She was being poked in so many interesting places! As she felt him laugh, her inner muscles fluttered in a mini explosion of pleasure.

“So, my darlin’. Guess you never really got experimental with anyone else?” Spike whispered in her ear, not mentioning any names. He was unwilling to let either of their exs to intrude into their perfect world. He instinctively knew that if he mentioned Dru, Buffy would probably revert to Slayer and kick his shiny white bum up and down the room. Which in itself could be fun, but in this case might end in an interesting, but highly embarrassing staking. Death by Christmas tree. Not the way he was intending on going.

Nope, the only way he was getting dusted was in protecting his mate.

For once his demon and William were in total agreement.

Spike licked the red and torn area. “Mine.”

“Yours,” Buffy replied at she lulled against him. The erotic feelings his lips evoked from an idle brush nearly undid her!

He gently placed her on the breakfast bar, pulling out of her warm embrace. He glanced down as his cock gradually slid from her grasping body. Her pink nether lips clutched to the tip before allowing him to leave her body. A trail of semen trickled down and onto the counter. Buffy reached between her legs and caught the sticky mess on her fingers, licking them with interest.

She pouted, “That’s not gonna stop my belly rumblin’!”

Spike twitched. He was trying to stop himself from ramming into her. A mental image of the Slayer splayed on the bar where her friends innocently ate their meals while he rammed into her over and over, flittered through his mind.

He was disappointed in her lack of reaction to that particular thought and suddenly realized that he couldn’t hear her thoughts either.

“Pet? Can you hear what I’m thinkin’?”

Buffy stopped pouting long enough to contemplate and answer, “No, I can’t.” Spike walked back to her, brushing her thighs with his. As they touched, the image of her sprawled on the counter flashed through her mind. “Spike!”

“Huh. We must need physical contact to hear each other.” Pleased with discovering the answer to the mystery, Spike spun back to the refrigerator. “I heard that if it’s a strong claim, sometimes the partners can project their thoughts. Supposedly, it’ll become easier over time. But I’m not sure about a Slayer-Master Vampire mating ‘cos I never heard of one. Prob’ly won’t work with us. I think…” he trailed off, realizing that, not only was he babbling, but that this was new territory for him as well as for his Slayer. Dru had always refused to mate with him, something that had hurt at the time. He was so grateful for it now. ‘There’s no one but Buffy that I’d want to share this with!’

“Let’s get something into that delectable mouth of yours,” he leered. Turning, the vampire stalked over to the fridge, his hand stroking his erection as he sought out sustenance for his girl.

Buffy watched, entranced at his muscled back. Her eyes widened when he bent over and began rummaging around for food. Spike’s firmly muscled ass was too much of a temptation. She decided to test his theory and concentrated, projecting as loudly as she could, ‘Buffy wants…’

“None of that, Slayer. I can hear you, you know. You can wait until I get you fed.” Spike began pulling out various foodstuffs from the recently restocked fridge. He looked up suddenly. “I could hear you. Huh. You know, pet, we might want to talk to your watcher about this.” Buffy shuddered, not really wanting to talk about Giles; instead she projected the image of chocolate cake at her vamp. Spike returned to his rummaging.

The vampire had realized that his two girls probably existed on Joyce’s savings. He had peeked into the fridge at his last visit with the Bit and had been appalled.

Spike had spent the afternoon at the store; buying every delicacy he could get his hands on. He had completely filled their empty fridge and cupboards.

“Try this,” Spike held out a spoon heaped with pasta salad, wanting something healthier for his girl than cake. Buffy pouted at the lack of chocolate cake on the spoon, but eagerly opened her mouth as he gently placed the food on her tongue.

“Yum! Gimme…” Buffy took the bowl and spoon from the bemused vamp and began to eat rapidly. A sliver of asparagus dropped onto her breast and Spike happily leaned over and licked it away, causing a shiver to run down her spine. “Spike, aren’t you hungry?”

The vampire nodded, “Yeah, but I didn’t bring any blood with…”

Buffy pointed at the freezer with her spoon. “Freezer. Dawn stuck some in there for you, for emergencies.”

“Nibblet did that for me?” he asked in surprise. Turning, he grabbed a packet and popped the frozen bag into a mug and set it into the microwave to defrost. “Luv, are there any…”

“Top shelf, cabinet next to your head,” Buffy interrupted.

Spike quickly found the Whetabix that he had wanted, but changed his mind when he saw another clear bag. Grabbing the marshmallows, he tossed some in his mouth as he waited for the microwave to ping.

After squeezing the thick liquid into the mug, he filled it to the brim with the small sweets. He turned and began to guzzle the contents. Chewing contentedly on a sticky marshmallow, he walked over and stood between Buffy’s legs, watching his girl devour the pasta.

“Good?”

“Yeah, but …” she tipped the empty bowl at Spike.

“You want somethin’ else?”

“Yes, please.” Buffy nodded enthusiastically.

Spike gulped down the rest of his meal. “Here have a few.” He poured some marshmallows into her waiting hands. Buffy snacked on them as Spike pulled out a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.

Shaking the can, he eyed her naked form and grinned wickedly. Placing the bowl on the counter by her thigh, he picked out a large red fruit and carefully sprayed some cream on it. “Open up, sweets.”

Buffy bite the fruit in half, the red juice staining her lips. Spike’s tongue darted out and he leaned into her, kissing away the juice. Before pulling back, he ran his tongue around her full lips. Buffy hummed in contentment.

She reached for the can and sprayed a small amount on her finger, feeding it to her captivated vampire.

“Lean back on your elbows, luv.” Spike gently pushed her back and reached for another strawberry, feeding it to the silent girl. With his other hand, he smeared the half-eaten berry over her rapidly hardening nipples, tinting them a bright red. “Very pretty… needs something more.” He grinned and reached for the can Buffy still held. He sprayed a small circle around each nipple. “Perfect!”

“Spike!” Buffy giggled, secretly thrilled at the playful nature that the normally cynical vampire was showing her.

“Yeah, wot?” Spike grinned at her before leaning forward and devouring one of her nipples. His mouth covered the area as he tried to take in as much of her breast as possible. Buffy moaned, the strength in her arms vanishing. She collapsed flat on the cool surface, taking Spike with her. Buffy wrapped her legs around him and cradled his blond head to her chest.

Soon her nipples were clean, but the redness remained as Spike chewed them gently. He caught the tip of her left breast in his lips and sucked hard, causing Buffy to groan happily.

“Ahh, ow! Spike…” Buffy whimpered as his teeth continued their gentle torture. She pulled on his hair, trying to get his attention.

Spike released her aching nipple with an audible pop. “Luv?” He regarded her quizzically.

“Sore…sorry…” Buffy ran her fingers around the tender flesh of her breasts.

Guilt flooded Spike’s eyes. “Oh, my darling girl, I’m a bad rude man.” He cupped her breasts in his hands and blew cool air over the softening nubs. “Lemme fix these beauties right up.” He placed a tender kiss on each abraded area, his other hand reaching for a bear shaped honey jar. He carefully squeezed the sticky golden syrup over each nipple and rubbed it in with gentle fingers.

“Spike, now I’m all sticky…” Buffy grinned at him.

He reached between her thighs, his fingers probing her cleft. “Yeah, you are, but not enough.” With that, he squeezed a liberal amount over Buffy’s pink folds. He pressed his hands into the sticky mass, caressing the entire area with his fingertips. She relaxed her legs and allowed him access, groaning as his talented fingers explored her thoroughly. In the process, he managed to smear honey down her shaking thighs.

‘Two can play at this game…’ Buffy snagged the bottle from beside her and coated her hands. “Stand up, Spike,” she ordered.

Immediately, Spike straightened, his eyes lingering on her straining breasts, glistening in the light thrown from the open fridge door.

“Lie down,” she commanded.

Intrigued, Spike complied. He stretched out on the kitchen floor and tucked his hands under his head.

“Good vampy.” She grinned and hopped off the counter. Kneeling down next to Spike, she ran her sticky hands over his six-pack and grasped his throbbing cock. She pumped both hands up and down, the honey making the sensations of her hands on his aching member even more intense.

The sounds of Buffy’s sticky hands sliding up and down filled the room. Kneeling back on her heels, she eyed the puddle of purring Spike in front of her. He opened one blue eye and scowled. “You know, pet, I don’t believe I’ve ever purred before.”

She giggled and reached into the fridge for the bottle of Hershey syrup and proceeded to cover Spike in abstract patterns. “I like it. All sweet and cuddly…”

Buffy stood and Spike heard a rustling of plastic.

“Close your eyes,” she cooed.

Spike’s eyes snapped shut.

“Keep still!” she exclaimed as he writhed in anticipation.

“Can’t… what’s that?” Spike groaned.

Buffy giggled. “A happy face!”

Spike cracked his eyes open and gazed down his body. His mate was obviously in a silly mood, as indicated by the smiley face made from tiny marshmallows now gracing his hard stomach. “Very funny pet!” He reached down and scooped a few off, eating them. “Come ’ere…”

He grabbed the chortling slayer and pulled her across his body, pushing his hand between her legs.

Buffy squealed. “Ewww! Spike, that’s gross!”

He pulled her resisting body up over his face and proceeded to suck out the marshmallows he had shoved between her thighs.

“Ahhhh…” Her head rolled back as his talented mouth and tongue gave her a thorough cleaning.

Spike gently thrust her off his face. “Buffy, need inside you now…”

The blonde girl slid down his chest, leaving a trail of chocolate and honey mixed with her juices. With little effort, she slid Spike’s coated cock inside her, the honey easing his way into her still tight channel. She came to a halt and rocked on his pubic bone, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Spike’s hands flexed on her hips as he held her steady.

“Feels so gooood,” she crooned as she slowly began to rock back and forth, never letting him leave her body. Her inner walls gripped him tightly as moisture poured out of her body. She opened her eyes and looked down at her entranced lover. “Never thought I’d see the day that you were at a loss for words, Spike.” Buffy teased her mate as she clenched her inner muscles.

Spike gasped. “Ahh! Hold on, pet. Give me your hands.”

Buffy immediately placed her gummy hands in his.

“Lean back as far as you can… I’ve got you”

Buffy slowly arched her back, her long hair trailing over his knees. She squeaked as the pressure inside her increased. Spike’s long, hard erection jabbed against her soft bundle of nerves. With a low wail, she shuddered and came.

Spike lifted his legs and caught her shaking form on his thighs. Their fingers laced together as he finally joined her in a slow, rolling orgasm.

Finally, Buffy slumped forward, cradling his softening member in her warmth. She pressed a sloppy kiss to his throat and began to giggle.

“Umm… I’m a little worried here, pet…Usually don’t get laughed at after sex…Well, there was that one time when… Ahh! Okay! No war stories! Now get your claws outta my chest!” Spike sighed in relief when Buffy soothed his now equally tender nipples with the palms of her hands.

“We soo need a shower, Spike. I think you missed a marshmallow,” Buffy whispered.

“Yeah, I think I can feel it on the tip of my…Ow! Bloody hell, woman! If you want me to pierce my nipples, I’ll get ‘em done in a shop!” Spike grumbled as he winced again. He sighed when Buffy pressed a kiss to each throbbing nub.

“Shower now! ‘Cause I want snuggles by the fire and I don’t want my new rug all sticky.”

With that, Spike swooped Buffy into his arms, kicked the refrigerator door shut and carried the giggling girl out of the kitchen, through the hallway and up the stairs.

When they reached the landing, he paused. As sticky as they were, he didn’t want to rinse off their combined scents. He inhaled deeply, loving the fact that he could smell his bite on her perfect skin.

He carried his mate to her bathroom, stopping at the sound of her voice. “No, not in that one, Dawn will hear us,” she hissed. She pointed over his shoulder to her mother’s bedroom.

As he turned, Buffy took advantage of her position in his arms and began sucking and biting at his neck, aching to give him a scar to match hers. Spike tried not to growl too loudly at her thoughts, attempting to ignore the tightness in his loins.

Spike pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder and Buffy pointed again, guiding him to the master bath. Spike sat Buffy on the counter, pressing a quick kiss to her lips before turning to fiddle with the shower.

"Spike..." Buffy squirmed on the counter where he had deposited her.

"What pet?" Spike quirked his scarred brow as he watched her writhing around.

"I can feel that marshmallow inside me!" Buffy complained. "Feels weird..." She wriggled around.

"Makes you taste just that much sweeter," Spike suggested. He tried not to laugh at the face Buffy made.

"Eww..." she complained.

Spike stalked to her. He leaned over and caught her pouting lips with his, kissing her deeply. Buffy responded eagerly. The vampire gently eased her back on the counter. Buffy's back arched when it made contact with the cold tiles behind her.

Spike eyed the two rosy tipped breasts that she had unavoidably offered to him with her moments. He leaned down and circled one hardening peak with his tongue, trying to distract his mate from the hands that were trailing gently down the outside of her legs.

Buffy opened her legs wider and moaned as his mouth gently covered one of her nipples. Spike sucked gently as his hands caught her ankles and raised her feet to the countertop. He switched his attentions to the other nipple and sucked hard. Buffy threaded her fingers through his curls and held his head to her breast.

"Ahh... harder...please!" she groaned, her body temperature rising as she grew more aroused.

Spike continued to suckle her breast. He moved his hands to the inside of her calves, his fingers soothing the tense muscles under her skin. Gradually, in small rotating movements, he followed the elegant lines of her legs.

Buffy dropped her knees to the counter, completely opening herself to her mate.

"That's it, pet, let Spike take care of you...” he crooned against her breast. He slid his fingers upwards and inwards. Unable to resist looking at her, he lifted his head, his mouth leaving her aching nipple with an audible pop.

Glancing down, he groaned at the sight of his mate completely exposed to his gaze, moisture glistening at her opening. He inhaled deeply, delighting in their combined scents. Her inner folds were stretched open due to the position of her legs. Her center was gaping slightly and moisture had trickled out. As she shifted restlessly, the opening closed again. His eyes were drawn to her clit, which was swollen and peeking out of its folds at him. 'Beautiful.'

She blushed at his unspoken words. His hands had stalled at the curve of her inner thigh, and he was unable to resist the siren’s song of her inner softness. He allowed his fingers to lightly brush against her opening, wanting to tease her, make her beg for his touch.

"More..." Buffy begged as she rocked her hips upwards. "Please..." she moaned, lost in the feeling of her mate’s soft touch.

"That's my girl, push your hips up a bit more...Let Spike see what you have for him."

Buffy rocked her hips up and ran her fingers over her breasts. Her eyes closed as she whimpered. "Spike, I need you to touch me..."

"Patience, little girl," Spike teased.

"Now!" Buffy demanded. She reached between her legs, put her hands over his and pushed inwards. Spike held firm against her demands and leant forward. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, creating a vacuum.

Finally relenting, he let her demanding hands push his fingers into her wetness. He teased the outer edges of her swollen lips and then slipped inwards, their joined fingers coated with a variety of fluids.

Spike licked his way down her quaking torso. He lingered over her bellybutton, circling it with his agile tongue.

"Uhh... More now!" Buffy demanded. She looked down and sighed with relief as their joined fingers finally circled her aching clit.

Spike was unable to continue his gentle ministrations; the scent of her arousal had inflamed his own. Ducking his head, Spike licked her slit from top to bottom. He groaned happily.

"More. My clit please..." Buffy begged, her eyes shutting, as her neck arched back.

Spike licked his way to their joined fingers, rapidly collecting the fluids that coated them.

Panting, Buffy finally released her grip on his hands and threaded her fingers into his hair, pushing down firmly.

With his right hand, Spike eased her folds even further apart. His left trailed up to Buffy's mouth where she sucked them in eagerly, tasting herself on his cool digits. Spike caught her throbbing nubbin in his teeth and worried it gently before taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Spike..." Buffy released his fingers from her mouth and panted. She glanced down her body and caught Spike's eyes. He winked at her and then swooped down.

Covering her opening with his mouth, he mimicked his earlier actions on her breast. He created a vacuum, pulling hard and allowing her juices to fill his mouth. Buffy panted at the exquisite torture his talented mouth was inflicting on her body. She rolled her hips towards Spike's lips.

Spike groaned and eased his tongue into her, searching again for that elusive bundle of nerves. Finding them, he pushed as hard as he could. Buffy's body began to shake as she came. She opened her mouth to scream, but before she could inhale, Spike's fingers pressed gently against her lips, silencing her.

The vampire sucked harder, feeling her inner muscles squeezing hard. He caught the expelled marshmallow in his waiting mouth.

'Gotta love those Slayer muscles...' Spike groaned as the combined taste of Buffy and the sweet marshmallow overwhelmed him and he came. Hard. His cock jerked as he coated the cabinet doors and the floor beneath them.

He rested his cheek against Buffy's sticky thigh, panting needlessly. He glanced up the limp form of his girl then stood shakily and pulled Buffy into his arms. He walked over to the tub, Buffy's small feet brushing against his shins.

Stepping into the shower, he asked, "Hot or cold?"

"Huh?" Buffy asked weakly.

"The water, pet, cold or hot?" Spike grinned at the jelly-like slayer in his arms.

Buffy opened her eyes and shook her head, trying to focus. "Warm?" she asked meekly.

Setting Buffy on her feet, Spike turned to the taps and started the shower. He shielded her body with his until the temperature was right.

"Oi!" Spike rumbled. He eyed the girl behind him, innocently smiling. He rubbed his recently accosted backside. "What yah do that for?"

"It was so pretty, I just had to pinch it!" Buffy chirped.

"Pretty? Take it back!"

"Nope!" Buffy teased.

"Handsome yes...pretty no!" Spike growled again.

"Your butt is not handsome! It’s pretty!"

"It is not!" Spike growled, secretly thrilled Buffy was playing with him.

"Yup. All of you is pretty..." Buffy sing-songed as she slipped past him into the spray of warm water.

"Hmm..." she tilted her head back and let the water cover her.

Spike sank to his knees in the shower, watching the trail of water run down her slender back and onto her perfect bottom. He leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on one cheek.

"Eek!" Buffy jumped at the touch of his lips. She turned and presented an even better view for the entranced vampire at her feet.

Spike leant forward and pressed a kiss to her brown curls. 'Wonder if she'd let me shave that off...' Spike thought as he peppered the area with tiny kisses.

“Pet,” Spike murmured as he tugged the curls at the apex of her thighs. Buffy wriggled at the tickling sensation that he provoked. “How attached to this are you?” Spike pressed kisses against her thighs as he waited for her answer. He grinned wickedly at her blush, knowing that she knew what he wanted to do.

“Why?” she asked, stalling.

“Wanna trim it, clean it up a bit.” She blushed harder at the images he was projecting, but was intrigued.

“How can you still blush so sweetly after everything we’ve done tonight?”

His question darkened her skin to a brighter shade of pink. “Never mind, pet. Got a razor?” She nodded and replied, “In the closet.”

Her vampire lover hopped out of the shower, returning quickly equipped with a razor, shaving cream and evil grin. Spike knelt before his love, running his tongue through the curls he was eager to remove. He grasped her right foot in one hand and placed it on the edge of the tub, then guided her hands to his shoulders. “Hold tight, sweets.”

Buffy nodded. Her breasts brushed against the top of Spike’s head. Unable to resist, he tilted back and kissed them before returning his attention to the task at hand. He lathered her cunny up with shaving cream and leaned back, looking her in the eye.

“What?” she gasped.

“Nothin’ pet, just letting the lather soak in a bit. Wouldn’t want to burn your sweet skin.” The blond vampire grasped her thigh with his right hand, carefully drawing the razor across her mound. Releasing Buffy’s thigh, he reached between her legs, running his finger along her slit before following it with the razor. He repeatedly ran the razor the length of her quim, shaving both sides clean. He followed the trail of the razor with his tongue, lapping at the now smooth skin. “Perfect, just like the rest of you, luv.”

She moaned at his ministrations, aching to feel him inside her once again. Opening her mouth to call him to her, she heard his husky voice punctuating each lick to her newly exposed cunt.

“Man doesn’t like to floss when he’s eating…” Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes.

“God, Spike! Ruin the mood!” She laughed at his tasteless joke and dragged him to his feet. Pressing against his length, she kissed him deeply.

“Maybe we should take a break, pet.” Spike ran his fingers gently over her sensitive, swollen mound. “You have to be a bit sore.”

Buffy acknowledged his once again astute observation with a grunt. “I am, but I think you have some type of aphrodisiac in your skin. I can’t get enough of you.” She ended her sentence by biting his neck, hard. “Want to mark you here, Spike.”

At his mate’s bite and comment, Spike gave up on chivalry and lifted her quickly, impaling her on his cock. As he thrust into her, he breathed words of love and devotion into her ear.

She happily reciprocated.

Spike pressed her against the cold wall as his hips hammered into her. Buffy’s arms flailed out, struggling to find purchase on the hard tile. She wrapped her arms around her mate, matching his thrusts with her own.

“Spike…. of… yes… Spike! Right there, Oh Spike! I love you… I’m yours…” Her voice trailed off as his raised.

“Buffy, pet… my love, my girl… mine, Slayer…”

Their voices joined together in the symphony that their bodies were creating. The two lovers reached a crescendo, climaxing together, shuddering in release and panting words of love into the other’s neck.

Spike raised his head to look at Buffy. “You want to mark my neck, pet?” he asked, gently thrilled at her admission.

“Yes,” was her succinct reply. She brushed her fingertips across the mark that he had left on her neck. “I want everyone to know that you are mine just like they will know that I am yours.” She pouted. “Don’t have any fangs, though…”

Spike laughed. “Fangs, Slayer?” Buffy nodded as Spike laughed again. “Buffy, you want fangs?”

She shook her head, explaining. “No, I just want to be able to mark you properly.”

At her sad words, Spike slid into game face. She felt his cock thicken and harden inside her. Spike lifted one clawed hand, offering it to her. “Use this and make me yours.” Buffy grasped his hand, using the claw of his index finger to puncture his neck in two places.

Dropping his hand, she placed her mouth over the dual wounds.

“Mine!” she growled as she dug her teeth into his flesh, basking once again in his emotions. Spike dipped his head to her neck, sliding his fangs into his mark.

“Mine,” he responded. They both released their holds as their orgasms hit again.

When Spike was able to speak, he asked, “Time for a wash, pet?” Buffy nodded as her body shook with mini orgasms. Spike lowered her from his body, reaching behind her to turn the water temperature up a bit. “Don’t want my girl to get cold.”

He grabbed a net sponge bathing thing and asked Buffy, “What the hell do you call these things?” Buffy giggled at the expression on his face.

“A poof?” she suggested.

“One Poof touching you in this lifetime is enough,” he grated as he tossed the sponge over his shoulder.

Spike poured body wash into his hands, rubbing his palms together to produce suds.

“My hands are better anyways.” He ran his hands over her body, gently caressing every inch of skin.

“Mmmm… Much better, “ she agreed. He rinsed the last vestiges of honey from her body and reached for the soap again. Buffy pulled the bottle out of his hands.

“My turn,” she reprimanded.

Buffy repeated Spike’s gentle actions, using her strong, slender hands to clean his body. She paid special attention to his once again erect member, stroking his length firmly before directing him under the water to rinse.

Just as he finished rinsing, the water became icy. Buffy shrieked and leapt from the stall, grabbing a towel from the rack.

“What happened to the water?” she asked a dripping Spike. He smirked at her antics.

“Dunno, pet. Could be the heater or the pipes. I can look at it tomorrow if you want.”

Buffy had to laugh at the domesticity of that statement; pleased at the consideration he was showing her. “You would do that?”

“’Course.” Spike pulled the towel out of her hands and began rubbing her body vigorously, warming her with his touch. Buffy sighed, feeling safe and protected for the first time in forever.

“You’re my mate. Gotta keep you warm and healthy for all the shaggin’ I’m gonna be doing.”

Buffy swatted his arm at that and tried to wrestle him to the ground. He resisted, and the scuffle ended with her thrown over his shoulder. She wriggled out of his arms and turned so that her legs were wrapped around his waist from behind. He grabbed her thighs in a reflexive movement.

“Giddy up, Spikey!” she drawled and dug her heels into his sides, snickering at her own actions.

“Giddy up, Spikey?” the offended vampire asked.

“Yup!” Buffy replied digging her heels deeper into his sides, tickling the sensitive area. “Gonna ride you until you drop!”

That idea was enough to motivate her sexy steed into high gear. He ran out of the bedroom and down to the living room, barely touching the steps on his way down. He let go of her legs, effectively dropping her to the ground. He then fell onto his back and said, “Ride ‘em, Cowgirl.”

Laughing, Buffy jumped on Spike and they spent several minutes wresting on the fire-warmed rug. Spike finally gained the upper hand and pressed her into the ground, kissing her deeply. His tongue danced with hers, as he tasted her teeth and palate.

Spike had never been so happy. This beautiful creature was his. She had consented to his possession of her and had taken possession of him. She has his mate. Nothing else mattered.