Buffy shifted slightly under Spike’s lax form. The rose petals that she had carefully scattered over the floor were now sticking to her sweat soaked back.

“Spike, honey, get up. I can’t breathe,” Buffy whispered into his ear. Spike rolled over, taking her with him. He groaned happily as his limp cock brushed against her coarse curls.

“Better?” he rumbled, as he pressed gentle kisses across her forehead.

“Yeah, but I know somewhere even better,” she whispered.

“Better than my arms?” Spike teased.

“No…Come on, grab your stuff…Trust me?” Buffy stood and reached down for her mate. Her ruby nipple ring twinkled as her breasts swayed. Spike watched its movements, mesmerized. “Ok, then, I’ll leave you here,” Buffy teased before disappearing down the access hole to the lower level.

Spike grabbed the bag that Dawn had helped pack and crawled over to the hole, dropping it to the floor below. He jumped down, curious to see what his goddess had done to the bedroom. He landed with a soft thud on the Persian rugs he had scattered over the floor.

Looking up, he grinned at the fairy lights that hung from the walls. Red silk roses with a single twinkling light at the center winked at him cheerily. Candles softly flickered from every surface down here as well. The vampire stood fluidly and grabbed his bag, walking further into the cavern, his fingers running up and down his semi hard cock.

“Nice décor pet,” Spike nodded to the lights and also over to the bed, which, had been made up with black silk sheets. On the bedside table there was a bowl of water with a bottle resting in it. He caught a glimpse of several other items that peaked his interest.

The lack of response his comment earned caused him to look around for his mate. He turned to find her staring at the bag in his hand with undisguised interest. He glanced down at the bag that he was shifting from one hand to the other and then back up at Buffy. “I got some bits and bobs for you, pet.” Spike flushed slightly and rubbed his free hand sheepishly over the back of his head. Reaching for his mate, he pulled them both down to the silken rug covering the cool floor.

“Here we are, luv.” Spike pulled a small pink wrapped box from his bag. “These are for you, although I’ll probably like them more.” He thrust the box into Buffy’s hands, smirking slyly at her.

Buffy gently removed the delicate wrapping, smiling at her mate throughout the process. She could see the impatience in his eyes and enjoyed drawing out his torture. She paused, earning a growl from her vampire. Smiling, she reached back, pulling a small package from the rather impressive pile behind her.

Spike, ripping the gift from her hands, tore into it ruthlessly, destroying the packaging surrounding the spark plug that now sat in his palm. “A spark plug, pet? Why am I holding a spark plug?” Spike’s genuine confusion led Buffy to giggles.

Buffy gently opened their bond, allowing Spike access to the image of a mechanic standing in their yard in broad daylight, digging through the piles of DeSoto parts. He looked at the mound of presents behind his girl, finally comprehending what she had done. Tears of joy flooded his eyes as he caught the next image she sent. Buffy, pressed against him in the front seat of the Desoto, music blaring as they cruised down the interstate.

“Thank you, Buffy. This means more to me than anything. Open yours now, luv.”

Buffy returned to her partially unwrapped box, finally tearing into it to see what was inside. “Oh Spike… you… Pig!”

“What?” Spike did his best to appear offended. He was unable to maintain the façade under the glare of his mate and began to laugh out loud as she removed the scraps of lace with the tips of her fingers.

“What in the hell were you thinking, Spike?” Buffy snarled as she threw the cupless bra and matching crotchless panties at Spike.

In an effort to do some damage control, Spike pulled the bra up to his own chest and slipped his arms into the straps, modeling it. “Don’t you like this pet?”

Buffy’s anger fell away into laughter as she pulled the panties up his legs, bunching them up around his knees.

“Actually, that color does look really good on you.” At that comment, Spike launched himself at his partner, tickling her unmercifully. Buffy retaliated, focusing her energies on pulling the panties up Spike’s thighs without his knowledge. When she succeeded, she grabbed his hands, stopping him from a renewed attack.

“Aw, baby, you look so good!” She reached out and dragged his semi-hard cock through the open crotch of the panties and then fled across the room, Spike right on her tail. He grabbed her around her waist and lifted her, dragging the struggling girl back to their spot on the rug, biting into her neck with blunt teeth.

Releasing his grip on her neck, he set her down and turned her by the shoulders to face him. “Take them off.” Buffy shrieked with laughter at the serious expression on his face. She reached down and pushed his fully erect penis back through the opening and pulled the panties down his legs, tapping his feet to get him to step out of them. Kneeling before him, she pressed a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock. He dropped the bra to the ground then fell on top of her once again, tickling and rolling them both around the floor.

When they had calmed, he reached back into his bag and offered Buffy a pale envelope.

“Sorry, pet, just a bit of fun. Here’s your real pressie.” Buffy took it with shaking fingers, still panting from their impromptu wrestling match. Buffy slid one elegantly manicured fingernail under the flap, silently thanking Julie for the excellent job on her nails, wondering if Spike was ever going to notice her toenails. She gently opened the envelope, finding two plane tickets inside.

“New Orleans, Spike?” Buffy smiled. Spike knew that she had not been away from Sunnydale since her mother had moved them there. Well… except for a few quick trips to L.A. “An entire week in New Orleans! Wow, Spike! Wow!” She threw herself at her mate, covering him in kisses. He pushed her back tenderly.

“There’s more, luv.” Spike reached back into the bag.

Buffy looked up from her tickets. “More than this?”

Spike fumbled the small box in his hands, dropping it to the floor at her feet. The sight of the silver railroad spikes painted on her red toenails made him pause and smile. He looked up, feeling more confident. He kissed her gently on the mouth, and then began to speak.

“Love you, pet. You are my mate and my life. I have claimed you and am going to be with you forever. You carry my mark on your neck, but…” His fingers brushed over the mark as he spoke those words. “Most people who see it will not realize its significance. However, they will recognize this.”

He opened the velvet box in his hands. Buffy gasped at the sight of the ring nestled in the rich black velvet. The ring was a statement in simple elegance. The thin platinum band and one-carat, pear-shaped diamond glinted in the candlelight.

“Buffy, this is an Elven ring. I had it, and the matching bands, made especially for us. They’re enchanted. Once these rings are put in place by your soul mate, they cannot be removed. We will be able to sense each other no matter how far apart we are.”

Buffy’s smile widened as she grasped the implications. She lifted her left hand, offering it to her mate. She wriggled her fingers enticingly at him. Spike pulled out a second box, opening it and drawing out two matching platinum bands, one slightly larger than the other. He handed the larger one to Buffy.

“Will you marry me, Buffy?” His gaze never faltered from his mate’s beautiful face.

“With this ring, I thee wed…” Buffy whispered as she slid the band onto Spike’s finger. He mirrored the action, sliding the band down her ring finger, before adding the solitaire. He kissed her hand gently, gasping as a surge of heat flashed through the band on his finger.

Buffy looked at Spike, her eyes wide. He tugged gently on the rings he had just placed on her fingers. They spun under his touch, but would not slide off. Buffy twisted the ring she had placed on Spike’s hand, obtaining the same result. A feeling of peace swept through their bodies, evoking a sense of complete rightness.

“We were meant to be.” Buffy’s whispered words burned Spike’s un-beating heart.

Spike grabbed his bride, swinging her into the air. “I love you!” Buffy was dropped onto a convenient coffin and Spike stepped back to leer at his mate.

“How’s a bloke supposed to be all romantic when you’re flashing your…”

“Spike!” Buffy interrupted, flushing bright red as she looked around for something to cover herself. She finally dropped her hands between her legs, her fingers lingering for a moment as her clit jumped at the brief contact.

“Here let me do that for you, luv.” Spike stepped over and fell to his knees. He reached between her legs and brushed her fingers out of the way.

Spike opened her legs to reveal her moist center. His eyes traced the soft folds, which were slightly reddened from their previous activities, their mixed spendings seeping out onto the dark Mahogany wood. Spike groaned at the sight. Unable to resist, he reached over and arranged Buffy so that she faced him. “Open up, pet…”

Buffy stretched her legs as far apart as she could. She leaned back, reaching behind her to grasp the coffin’s side as she arched her back.

“Perfect,” Spike sighed happily. He reached out and spread her soaked lips and watched, mesmerized, as a pearly drop of his cum oozed out. Without any preamble, he leaned forward and covered Buffy’s opening with his mouth and sucked hard. His eyes rolled back as the taste of his goddess filled his mouth. Underneath her overpowering sweetness, he could taste himself as well. Spike groaned at the blissful flavor.

“Oh…oh…God, Spike…” Buffy panted. Her toes clenched as Spike’s tongue snaked into her opening. Spike worked his dexterous muscle into her tight channel and slowly and sensuously began to rotate it. His thumbs slid through her soft folds and stopped on either side of her aching nubbin before pressing gently together.

“Oh, Spike!” Buffy screamed as her body began to spasm. Her hands slid off the coffin and she fell backwards, her hips rising due to the sudden movement. The shaking girl wrapped her legs around her undead lover’s shoulders as she rode out a series of mind-blowing orgasms. Spike grinned against her fluttering folds as he slipped his tongue out of her and attacked her clit, sucking and licking it.

“Oh, God! No more… it’s too…”

“Ride it out, luv.” Spike rested his cheek on her inner thigh as he massaged her reddened clit.

“I…I…need more,” she panted. Buffy was beginning to feel light-headed; the angle at which she was sprawled across the coffin was making all the blood rush to her head. The blonde tried to sit up only to be pressed back, as Spike lunged up her body and, in one swift move, impaled her with his aching erection.

“That enough?” he rasped, as his hips began to hammer into hers.

“Uh…uh…uh…uhhh!” Buffy tried to speak as her entire body shook under the punishing rhythm Spike had set. The surface of the coffin was soaked and, after a particularly enthusiastic thrust, they both slid to the floor. Buffy landed on her back with a grunt as Spike continued to piston into her welcoming warmth.

“Bloody wet, hot, so friggin’ tight…” Spike grunted in time with his thrusts. “Squeeze me harder, pet, please…” he begged.

Buffy reached up and grabbed hold of his wrists on either side of her head, anchoring herself, her rings biting into his flesh. Her heels scrabbled on the soft rug, trying to find purchase. She frowned as she attempted to clench her muscles around Spike’s cool cock. Apparently, her brain’s signals were no longer reaching the rest of her body. She grinned with triumph when she finally succeeded in the getting the message across. “Like this?” She clamped down hard and began a rolling movement with her hidden Slayer muscles.

“Soddin’ hell, woman,” Spike eyes rolled backwards as Buffy tensed around him.

“Nice?” Buffy gasped.

“Nirvana, luv. Gah…” After a particularly hard squeeze, Spike looked down to check that his cock was still attached. He watched, fascinated, as his pale cock appeared and disappeared into Buffy’s pink opening. His skin glistened as his mate released another flood of moisture. ‘Not gonna last much longer…’
“Love you, Spike,” Buffy groaned. Her face was flushed a soft pink. Her nipples, hard peaks, grazed over her mate’s chest. Spike looked into her hazy eyes, noting that Buffy’s pupils were dilated completely. She was close. He could sense it.

“Love you, too, Buffy.” Spike brushed a soft kiss across her lips before vamping out and lunging for her quivering, unadorned breast. ‘Would do no good to choke on the jewelry!’ he thought wryly as his fangs slid into her soft flesh. Buffy chuckled at his stray thought.

As his fangs sliced through the skin of her areola, they both came hard. Spike suckled gently at the blood that welled from his bite, his hips jerking, the vampire’s pale ass cheeks flexing as he found his release.

Buffy moaned happily as Spike’s engorged cock continued to release a cool stream of seed into her. It soothed the burning heat that he had caused. The Slayer’s body relaxed and her legs dropped open.

Spike slipped unwillingly from her warmth and he raised himself onto his knees. Trying to control the shaking in his limbs, he eyed his satiated mate happily. “What a pretty picture you are, luv. All wet and soft…” He drew his index finger along her still fluttering opening, eliciting a soft gasp from her. He ran his finger up her body and flicked at the ruby stone on her single gold nipple ring. He watched as her nipples tightened again. “Ready for another go?”

Buffy rolled onto her side and sighed happily. “Yes, but I want food first!”

“As you wish…” Buffy giggled and sighed melodramatically.

“My hero, the Dread Pirate Roberts…”

Buffy found herself pursued by her amorous vamp and held down as he spooned sweet pudding into her mouth.

‘Could life get any better?’ Smiling, she relaxed into his attentions