A/N: Well, that's it guys. The end. I had such a hard time writing it because a part of me didn't want to end this story and also, I wanted the ending to be just as good as the rest of the story. Didn't want to let you down, ya know. But I did it and I hope you've enjoyed the story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. I would like to thank my beta, Linne, for all her hard work, and all of you for your feedback and continued support. Love you all!


CHAPTER 29: Epilogue


Of all the feelings in the world, the one of a mission accomplished was the best to Buffy Summers. Sitting in her plush seat and sipping on a perfectly chilled diet coke, she looked over her magazine at the people who mattered the most to her and smiled to herself. The atmosphere on the plane was drastically different from what it had been a week ago on their outbound flight. Xander was listening to Anya while stuffing his face with paprika flavored British "crisps", which he'd bought a lifetime supply of, while proudly wearing one of those giant hats in the colors of the Union Jack. Willow and Tara were chatting animatedly about something they'd seen at the London Museum; Willow's green eyes sparkling with excitement. Suddenly, Buffy blushed and sunk deep into her seat, lifting her magazine to hide her face. Somewhere in the back of the plane, her mate was smirking. She couldn’t hear thoughts, but didn’t need to. The vibes she was getting from him were clear enough and if she could hear what he was thinking, it would probably be something along the lines of “Are you interested in the mile high club, pet?” Didn’t need to be a genius to figure that one out. She turned her head to glare at him, then went back to her reading. But somehow, the hook ups, weddings and babies of British celebrities held even less appeal than it did earlier.

“Are you all right, Buffy?” Willow asked with concern.

“I’m fine.” She mumbled. “Why?”

“You look a little flushed.”

Another wave of arousal hit her and she stood up quickly. Stupid vampire, she thought, more amused than annoyed.

Still pretending to read his book, Spike chuckled.

“It’s hot in here.” Buffy informed Willow. “I’m gonna go freshen up.”

Willow shivered and tightened the blanket she had wrapped around herself while giving her friend a look that clearly meant “Are you crazy?”, but she refrained from commenting and went back to her conversation with Tara.

Buffy quickly made her way to the bathroom, but just before she had a chance to close the door, a big black combat boot obstructed it. Buffy opened her mouth, but before she could object, Spike had forced his way in and shut the door behind him.

“Excuse me, miss, could I get you interested in a membership card for the Mile High Club?”

“Oh, honey, you’re sooo.... Neither original, nor funny. And let‘s not even talk about the sleaze factor. I so knew you would say exactly that.”

Spike pretended to be crushed. “You hurt my feelings, kitten.” He pouted.

“Aw, poor baby. Will you ever forgive me?”

He leaned back against the door, his arms crossed, and pretended to think deeply about it. “Maybe. But it will take a lot. You insulted my wit, my originality and my seduction technique. But, I’m willing to forget all that if you agree to have sex with me right now. Isn’t it a generous offer? We both win.”

“Spike...” She was shaking her head and avoiding his eyes, not wanting her resolve to be weakened by his gorgeous baby blues.

“Please?”

“No. My friends are a few feet away. There’s no way.”

“They’ll never know.”

“No.”

“The noise of the engine will cover up the noise we make in here.”

“No.”

“You promised.” “Did not!”

He smirked. “Did too.”

“I didn’t... Would never... I don’t think I...” She was so flustered she couldn’t finish a sentence. Finally she started doubting herself enough to ask: “All right, smartass, when did I promise that?”

Spike clasped his hands together, a big happy grin on his face. “We were lost in the airport and you promised that if I get you out of there, you’d do any crazy dirty thing I want. I got you out, so now, pay up.”

“No.”

“Oi! That’s not bloody fair, pet!"

"Sure it's fair. I said I'd do anything you want in the bedroom. This isn't a bedroom."

Spike looked shocked and offended. "We both know what you meant by "the bedroom"."

"Oh really? What did I mean by that?"

"Bedroom is a metaphor for sex!"

"No it's not!"

He turned and reached for the door knob. "Why don't we ask Xander and Giles for their opinion?"

Buffy yelped and quickly tackled him against the door. "Don't you dare!"

Spike turned around to face her, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. Now they were both grinning. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Buffy leaned in to kiss him.

He pulled back to look at her. "Thought you said no?"

She shrugged. "We've been in here so long that they probably already assume we're having sex. If we're gonna have to do the time, might as well do the crime."

Spike picked her up and sat her down on the tiny counter space next to the sink. She leaned against the mirror and he bent down to kiss her neck while his skillful hands undid the buttons of her blouse. Buffy dug her fingers through his hair and closed her eyes with a contented sigh. He explored the curve of her lace clad breasts with his soft lips and cool tongue, getting soft moans to escape her parted lips. Buffy tightened her grip on his hair and forcefully made him look up so she could kiss him. Her legs came up to wrap around his waist and she pulled him close, happy to feel the evidence of his arousal between her legs.

Spike rested his hands on her thighs and slid them up slowly, pushing her skirt around her hips. He took hold of her panties and tore them off in one quick motion.

"Hey! I'm gonna need that..." She protested weakly.

"Guess you'll have to go commando for the rest of the flight. Just make sure to keep your legs crossed or you might flash Giles."

"Ew!"

Spike laughed and stopped any further protest by kissing her passionately. She tried to talk around his lips, but soon gave up. Instead, she unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his narrow hips. She grabbed his cock in her small hand and gave it a few strokes.

Spike wasted no time. He reached between her legs and slipped two fingers inside her while rubbing her oversensitive clit with his thumb. Buffy's head fell back, her eyes closed, and a moan escaped her parted lips. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. Spike sighed in relief at the familiar feeling of Buffy surrounding him.

He placed a kiss on the side of her neck, just below her ear.

"God I missed this." He whispered hotly against her skin. "Next time we go on a trip, we leave your mates behind."

Buffy eagerly nodded her head. She thrust her hips forward, not so subtly telling him to start moving. "Mind if we make travel arrangements some other day? We're kinda in the middle of something here..."

He chuckled but didn't argue. Hey, he was man enough to admit when his woman was right. Shag now, plan romantic trip later. A bloke needed to have his priority straight. But yes, there would definitely be many more of those romantic getaways. They got along so much better when her friends weren't around to bollock things up.

He would have rather taken his time and worship her body for hours, but a bathroom shag wasn't meant to be dragged out for too long. He ran his hands down her arms, grabbed her wrists and lifted them above her head to pin them against the mirror. She gave him a hungry look and he kissed her. His hips worked frenetically to drive her to orgasm, thrusting his cock deep inside her at a dizzying pace.

She bit her lips to keep quiet, and squeezed him on every downward stroke, driving him crazy. Spike let go of her arms so he could hold himself up by placing his hands on the counter. He bit down on her shoulder with his human teeth, trying his best to stay in control, but it was a losing battle. He was so close.

Feeling everything he was feeling, Buffy knew he was trying to hold back for her, so she could come with him. She had mercy on him and reached between them to play with herself, flicking her clit with her finger.

"Buffy..."

"It's OK. Let go."

He felt her clench around him, felt her body tensing, and he followed her, abandoning himself to his own orgasm. They locked lips to swallow each other's cries.

When they parted, the first thing out of Buffy's mouth was:

"I'm all wet."

Spike's eyebrow arched and he gave her a "duh" look.

She rolled her eyes. "I mean--really--wet."

He moved her to the side. She had been sitting against the faucet and her skirt was all wet.

Buffy looked horrified. "Are you KIDDING me?!"

Spike tried his hardest not to laugh, but it was impossible. He slapped a hand against his mouth, but his eyes--sparkling with mirth--and his shaking shoulders betrayed him.

She narrowed her eyes at her lover. "You think this is funny? How the hell am I supposed to explain this?"

"How about ‘I was having hot sex in the bathroom and my ass got wet‘?" He said, grinning like an idiot and obviously very proud of himself.

"You are so lucky there's not enough room in here for me to kick you in the head."

He helped her get off the counter, took his shirt off and wrapped it around her waist. "There you go, luv. All better."

"It's still wet and uncomfortable... But I guess it'll have to do." Buffy pouted, but she still got on her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks."

She turned to face the door. With her hand on the knob, she took a deep breath. "Whose idea was it to have sex in the bathroom again? Oh yeah, yours!"

He chuckled.

She growled. "Damn you, stupid vampire and your stupid ideas."

"Hey! Didn't hear you complain too bloody much a minute ago when you had your legs wrapped around me and I was shagging your brains out."

She shrugged, a smile on her lips, then opened the door and walked out, trying to look as innocent as one can be minutes after being fucked against a bathroom mirror on an airplane.

She walked straight to her seat, grabbed her magazine and sat down. A quick look around revealed red faces doing their best to hid behind books and magazines. Across from her, Willow was staring at her over her book.

"What? I dropped my earring in the sinkhole... Spike was helping me." She mumbled defensively.

The bright blush of her cheek made her lie obviously, but Willow pretended to believe her, nodding her head before going back to her book.

There was a long sigh coming from one of the seats. Anya turned a page of her fashion magazine noisily. Never looking up, she stated the obvious in the refreshing yet embarrassing way that she mastered. "They had sex."

Collective gasp in the plane. Spike rolled his eyes and Buffy groaned and sunk deep in her seat.

Anya continued, unfazed. "You people should grow up! A healthy sex life is good for the soul. And speaking of... Xander, the bathroom is free now."

Xander yelped, his face so red it looked like it was about to explode. "Anya!"

Buffy put her hands up. "Oh my God! Can we please talk about something else?"

"Actually, I'm begging you." Giles intervened. He shook his head and returned to his conversation with a very traumatized looking Ben.

Giles and Ben were discussing the new council. Yes, they had brought Benjamin Travers back with them to the States.

The night before, Benjamin had shown up at their flat to ask them if he could tag along . For centuries, the Council had been a passive observer in the Slayer's life, which caused their views and ideas on how things should be handled in the field to be unrealistic and outdated. As part of the new Council's way of dealing with their Slayer and working with her instead of constantly butting heads, Ben thought that a trip to the Hellmouth was in order. He had promised not to interfere and to be there only as an observer. He wanted to learn more about the thought process that goes into fighting an apocalypse or any kind of battle for that matter; find out more about the Hellmouth itself and the demon world and its shades of gray. As Buffy put it: out of the books and both feet in demon guts and blood. But the most important part, he wanted to see for himself what was needed in order to improve the Slayer's quality of life and what the Council could do in order to help her more efficiently in her mission.

Bernard Lafond had made Ben his second in command, and that was just fine in everybody's book. So they had readily agreed and welcomed him. Buffy only gave him one condition: he had to promise to have the Council look for Carlita. She still had a score to settle with the bitch and wasn't about to let it go.

"...right, Buffy?"

Buffy looked up, a blank look on her face. Willow was looking at her expectantly. "Uh... Sure."

"You have no idea what I just asked you, do you?"

The Slayer looked sheepish. "Nope. Sorry."

Tara giggled and Willow rolled her eyes. "I was saying that now that we know Mr. Gallager, maybe he'd let us borrow his plane once in a while and we could make this an annual thing. Pick a different country every year. Wouldn't that be cool?"

Buffy smiled at her excited best friend. "Sure Will, that'd be fun. Maybe if I offer to patrol his property once in a while.."

"Or," Ben, who had been listening in on the conversation piped in "we could take a trip and visit the different Hellmouths."

Everyone except Giles looked at Ben in shock, and not of the happily surprised kind.

"There's more than one Hellmouth?!" Buffy nearly shouted.

"Of course. There are 27 in total." Ben clarified.

Even Spike reacted at the news. "Bloody Hell! You gotta be kidding, mate. I knew Sunnydale wasn't the only one, but 27?"

"So what, you guys wrote all twenty seven cities on little pieces of paper, put them in a hat, and drew one to decide which one you'd send the Slayer to?" Xander voiced what was in everyone's mind.

"Of course not!"

Still not used to Xander's way of putting a funny yet sarcastic twist on everything he said, Ben sounded offended, which made Giles smile. He had been in this position only a few years ago when meeting the Scoobies for the first time. Benjamin Travers still had a lot to learn and the road ahead of his fellow Brit promised to be bumpy for him, and entertaining for everyone else.

"Sunnydale is the only active Hellmouth at the moment." Ben explained. "One of the Council's jobs is to keep an eye on all the Hellmouths in case they become active again. Of course, there is always more demonic activity in these cities, but as long as it doesn't get out of control, the Slayer is more needed in Sunnydale."

"And all this time, I thought you guys spent your days drinking tea and eating scones." Xander grinned and Ben gave him a sour look.

"I'll have you know the Council has many responsibilities. The Hellmouths, staying one step ahead of prophecies, keeping track of the most notorious demons... and of course, drinking tea and eating scones." The last part was added with a smirk.

They all busted out laughing, even Giles.

Anya stood up. “This is boring. Xander, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

Xander groaned.

Benjamin blushed. “Is she always this blunt?”

Spike smirked. “You’ll learn to deal, mate. I find that singing songs in my head helps. The Sex Pistols work quite well at drowning the awkward comments, bad jokes and bloody useless babble. But in your case, I’m sure the Spice Girls will work just as well.”

Buffy chuckled. “You’re now officially a Scoobie in training, Benji. Welcome to the gang.”

The End