Disclaimer: The property of the characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, I’m just using them to entertain.
Raiting: NC-17 (for sexual situations, bloodplay and adult language)
Timeline: Postseries.
Summary: Sometimes you get what you want, if you just want it enough. Buffy has a strange dream, or is it? Suddenly she is back in time, waking up beside Spike in a familiar ramshackle building.


Nothing Like Dreaming

Prologue

What she wanted.

It was long past midnight when she went to sleep, but these days it always was. She would patrol for hours, hoping to exaust her body so she’d fall asleep immediately when she at last went to bed. Her attempts had yet to give results.

The bed always seemed too big, too small, too soft, too hard, too... everything. Strange how you could miss sleeping in someone’s arms even though you had only laid in them two times. Or at least two real times, all the other times... They just didn’t count.

You would have thought it’d be easier as time went on, but apparently that wasn’t the way it worked. The desperate longing in her had stilled, yes, but the emptiness didn’t go away. A part of her was missing and she couldn’t find it.

She would turn over again and again, before sleep finally claimed her. At least the nightmares had stopped, that was something. She couldn’t count the times she’d woken up, gasping and in a cold sweat. Yes, it was good they had stopped. It was just that... now he was never there.

The feel of his skin under her fingertips.

What she wanted.

Somehow the day came when she noticed her friends’ worried glances, the way her sister was hovering over her like an overprotective mother. And she realized the mourning had to be over. Next morning she’d gotten out of bed and tried to not go through the motions. Trying to live, or trying to fool her friends, and most of the times she was convinced she succeded. But as she had said to Angel so long ago “I cannot fool myself”.

Neither could she stop want.

Chapter 1

The first thing her mind registered when she woke up was the fact that she wasn’t in bed. Whatever she was lying on was much harder and the air around her was chilly; if she didn’t know better she’d guess she was outdoors. Her whole body ached too, as if she’d been fighting for hours without break. That was really weird too, because she hadn’t patrolled last night, instead Dawn and she had watched movies.

Oh, and she was naked.

Buffy opened her eyes with a gasp. What the...? She was on her feet in an instant, attempting to cover herself with her hands. Which was ridiculous truly, because she seemed to be alone in a ramshackle building. She blinked. Something was oddly familiar about this situation.

“Slayer?”

Buffy startled, then closed her eyes. She’d imagined that voice too many times. Perhaps she was dreaming again, or back in the replay-everything-you-have-done-with-Spike-marathon. That seemed very possible; nowadays it was one of her favorite entertainments.

Almost on it’s own, her gaze traveled downward until it met a pair of blue eyes. Eyes which shone of concern, irritation and a trace of fear that the one they belonged to desperately tried to hide. She blinked again. This wasn’t possible. She had to be running the replay-marathon again. That didn’t stop her mouth from opening though.

“Sp... Spike?”

For a second he just looked at her, before a humourless chuckle spilled over his lips.

“What’re you playing at now, love?” he asked. “Pretending that –”

“Spike.”

The rest of the words died on his lips and he stared at her, the confusion written over his features. For a moment Buffy stood perfectly still. Then she threw herself at him. The vampire lay motionless under her as she peppered his face with kisses and her hands roamed over him; eyebrow, shoulders, elbow, chest... and god, he felt so real.

“Spike,” she said again.

“I think we’ve confirmed that, pet.” He grabbed her forearms and pushed her backwards, making her lift her head. “Buffy, what –”

“You’re here,” she whispered, “You’re really here.”

It wasn’t until she saw how wide his eyes had become that she noticed how hard she was trembling. Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to care, and she couldn’t stop it. After a second his grip started to falter and one of her hands rose again. Fingertips millimeters from his face she hesitated, before slowly letting them glide over his left brow, down his cheek and up again to touch his forehead. The traces of his face were so familiar, so... right. The skin was soft and pale under her fingertips, his eyes swallowing her whole. He was here. He was really here. The realization made the tremblings fortplant and when her thumb graced his bottom lip she broke down. Tears ran down her cheeks and she desperately clutched him to her, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

First he seemed too stunned to act. His body was tense and he held her loosely; as if she was a stranger who had mistaken him for someone else. But so, slowly, his grip tightened. She choked on a sob, pressing her face harder against his bare skin.

“Shh…” he mumbled quietly, sitting up and adjusting her so she was in his lap.

“Buffy, what’s going on?”

He tried to lift her chin to meet her eyes but she just held him tighter. Couldn’t bring herself to let go. If she let go maybe he would disappear again.

“No you don’t, but thanks for saying it.”

***

When she came back to herself, she realized that his bare shoulder was wet and that her nails were digging into his skin. With a small gasp she pulled back and eased her grip.

“Sorry,” she whimpered, “I didn’t mean to...”

Spike hesitated a second, then cupped her cheek, his tumb wiping her tears away.

“What’s with the tears, love?”

“You don’t....” She swallowed.

She forced her gaze away from him to look over the place again. It was a big hole in the ceiling and rubbish and glass were spread over the floor together with their clothes. She caught a glimpse of the leather skirt she’d only worn one time.

With one quick motion he’d flipped them over, his harsh pants cold against her neck as he panted.

Shaking her head to clear it, she swallowed again and her heart began to pound in her chest.

“You...” She thought for a second. “Willow’s spell, the one with the crystal, you remember it?”

“You mean the one that made me believe my name was Randy, that I was Giles’ son and I had a sodding soul? No. Not at all.”

“When did it happen?”

He eyed her expression and his hand dropped from her face. He opened his mouth to answer but she just held up a hand and stood. Next moment she was pacing in front of him.

Who would do this? Who earned anything on sending her back? Maybe this was just a dream after all, she was sure she had gone to sleep in Rome yesterday evning. Or perhaps this was all just some crazy fantasy she’d made up; Dawn had been complaining about how Buffy’s thoughts always seemed to be somewhere else...

And when she stopped he was still there. His eyes spoke volumes of confusion even as they raked hungrily over her body. Still she couldn’t help but notice his body’s reaction to hers.

Of course he saw what she was looking at and he leered. It was so... Spike, and she felt tears well up in her eyes a second time.

“Gotta say, Slayer,” he said, “I never would’ve thought you’d be so... carefree.”

“Oh please! It’s not like you haven’t seen me like this a billion...” The words came before she could think and she turned to face him completely.

“... but you haven’t,” she finished.

Spike inhaled sharply. “You’re from the future.”

It wasn’t a question and Buffy nodded.

“Seems like,” she said. “And you...”

Before she could stop herself she’d fallen to her knees in front of him and raised a hand to touch his cheek again. He leaned into her touch automatically and she blinked stubbornly to not let the tears spill over anew.

“Oh, go,” she murmured, more to herself than to him, “How I’ve missed you.”

A flash of awe over his face and he reached forward to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. She was so lost watching him that it took a couple of seconds for her to register his lips were moving.

“Huh?”

“You. Coming back,” Spike said, one eyebrow arched. “Any idea how?”

“About what?”

“Didn’t you just say you were from the future?”

“Oh, right.” She flushed and glanced down. “And no. No idea. I should probably gather the gang.”

Buffy got up unwillingly and offered him her hand. A surprised look flickered over his face before he took it and she pulled him up.

Neither of them spoke another word until they both were fully dressed.

“Let’s go through the sewers,” Buffy said, “You know the way, right?”

“You want me to go with you?”

“Um... I mean... if you don’t want to...”

“Do you think I don’t want to?” He grabbed her hand anew and pulled her with him towards the stairs. They were halfway up when she remembered something.

“Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have my panties back?”

***

Buffy had forgotten how deep into magic Willow had been. How trapped in the power. How reluctant to see that magic actually couldn’t solve everything. But most of all she had forgotten how angry she was with her best friend. Willow was supposed to be the smart one, how could she have let herself go so far?

When Buffy and Spike stepped through the door were Willow and Tara eyeing each other and Amy half through a sentence. Tara looked so sad and Buffy found herself recalling what a sweet girl that was. She wanted to kick Willow in the head; maybe that would knock some sense into her.

“Buffy!”

For the first time Buffy noticed her sister.

“Hi Dawnie,” she said, “Sorry for not coming home last night.”

She gestured for Spike to follow as she stepped into the kitchen, wincing as she sat down.

“You hurt, Slayer?” Spike asked.

He sounded concerned, but as Buffy turned around she saw the self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face. With an answring grin she let her gaze rake down his form.

“Yeah, Spikey?” she said, “I imagine that some of your... parts... sting too.”

The flash of surprise on his face made her bite back a giggle. Then she noticed the others looks. Willow and Tara just stared, even though the latter had a small, knowing smile on her lips. Strange, had Tara suspected something all along? Even before Buffy made her confession? Dawn looked back and forth between her sister and the vampire.

“Were you guys... in a fight?” she asked.

“Sort of.” Buffy felt her cheeks redden and looked away.

This was her innocent teenage sister. She and Dawn had not laid in Rome, exchanging memories, tears and laughs. This Dawn had not seen Buffy break down without warning, crying until she had no tears left. This Dawn had not slipped into her bed, after that Buffy had awoken them both by screaming. Her sister had grown more the last two years than Buffy had realized, and this sister wasn’t ready to see any of what that the older version had. She was still as clearsighted, though.

“Ohmygod! You guys had sex!”

“That’s none of your business, Dawn.” Buffy said.

“You slept with Spike?!” Willow stared at her dumbly.

“In difference to some of us, I don’t whore myself with Rack.” The words came almost frighteningly easy. So did the lazy shrug.

Willow blinked violently and took a step backwards, at the same time Amy murmured something about ‘time to go’ and quickly slipped out through the back door.

“Whore? What do you mean ‘whore myself’?” Willow said “And how did you know?”

Buffy drew in a deep breath and before giving the redhead a weak smile. This wasn’t the time for this, she hadn’t planned what she was going to say and it wouldn’t surprise her if Willow was still high on the magic.

“Go to bed, we’ll talk later.”

“Buffy, I really think we should...”

“Just go to bed, Willow.”


When Willow finally disappeared upstairs Buffy gave Tara a grateful smile.

“Thanks for staying with Dawn last night.”

Her smile was returned with guesto.

“It was really no problem, B-Buffy.”

“A big problem though,” Buffy said, “is that last night happened to me two years ago.”

TBC

Chapter 2

Now and then she threw a glance at him, as if she wanted to make sure he was still there. Like he could leave now. She was still Buffy, no doubt, but there was a light in her eyes that his Buffy didn’t have. His Buffy... it seemed like this one was more his than the younger.

“So, you’re all future-Buffy?” Dawn said.

Buffy had gone through that she didn’t know how or why she had come to be here, her gaze flickering back and forth between him and the girls. Now she nodded slowly.

“Yes,” she said, “Yesterday I was in Rome, almost two years forward in time.”

“Cool!” the girl exclaimed, “Was I there too? What about Tara and Spike? Are you and Spike a couple? Has someone died?”

For a second pain flashed over Buffy’s face, so brief that Spike nearly missed it.

“Whoa girl!” she said, contemplenting with the plastic smile he knew so well from the younger version, “I probably shouldn’t say anything.”

Dawn pouted.

“It may change the future,” Buffy said, “We don’t want that.”

“So, we have a good future?” Dawn asked.

“You have a good future.”

Spike frowned. What did she mean with that? Buffy’s attention was on him again and he shifted his weight from one foot to another. Never had he thought that it would feel so strange to have her focus on him so shamlessly, but then again, he’d never really thought that would happen.

“Dawn, shouldn’t you be in school?” she said, her eyes still on him.

He raised his eyebrows and she winked at him. She winked at him. Dawn looked back and forth between them.

“You just want me out of the house so you and Spike can go at it like bunnies.”

“Dawn!”

The girl raised her hands and walked past Spike out in the hall. Far away he noticed Glinda saying something, he registrered the word “Scoobie meeting” and then the witch was gone also. Buffy was smiling at him and he couldn’t keep from staring. All desperation and rage was just.... gone from her and she sparkled with.... life. But still, something weighed heavy over her. Something he couldn’t put his finger on. Something that had made her break down in tears this morning.

“So...” he said.

“So...”

She turned to him fully and he tilted his head.

“You gonna tell me my future?” he asked with a grin.

It melted away when she flinched. She tried to cover it with a laugh, but there was no humor in it.

“Didn’t you listen to what I said to Dawn?”

Spike shrugged and Buffy rolled her eyes. Next second she’d risen from her chair and stood before him. The air around them was suddenly heavy. Her heart was thundering in her chest and her hand trembled when she lifted it.

“You...” she mumbled, “you just... I don’t....”

“Buffy, what –”

A index finger against his lips silenced him. Her eyes was glittering of tears she desperately tried to blink back, but it almost seemed like it was automatic. Her eyes were focused on the finger. For a second she paused, looking into his eyes for a brief moment before closing her own. So was the finger replaced it with her mouth. Her lips brushed against his, so softly he barely felt it, as if she was afraid he would be gone if she was rougher. But all carfulness disappered nex moment ond her mouth was fused together with his, her tongue begging entrance he gladly gave. A soft sigh escaped her when he pulled her closer and her arms snaked around his neck. The kiss was different from the younger versions, that Buffy kissed him with despair and hunger, this like she wanted to devour him; licking every corner in his mouth, teasing the gums where his fangs bursted forward and battling his tongue. And god, she taste sweet, sweeter than he was used to.

When he remembered she needed oxygen to survive he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers. A small smile played on her lips as she panted. Eyes still closed she murmured something inaudible even for him.

“Love?”

“You taste so good,” she mumbled, stealing another quick kiss, “Like...like...”

“Like what, sweetling?”

Slowly she opened her eyes and met his. “You,” she whispered, “You taste like you.”

That made him chuckle, even though a part of him was awed of her sincere tone.

“Would’ve been a bit strange otherwise, huh?”

The delicious sound of her giggle ringed in his ears and her hands, still lying around him, stroked his neck.

It was when it hit him.

He searched her eyes again and she still looked at him that way. The tears. The way she touched him, like she wanted to memorize every inch of him. The way she kept glancing towards him. Her reaction this morning, the tears, the words; as if she’d lost someone she... she loved. Buffy loved him.

Spike swallowed hard and had to force himself not to push her away.

It wasn’t the reaction he had thought he’d have when she finally came to love him. He had been almost sure that some day she would feel it, but he had imagined that he would kiss her when that time came; press her up against the nearest wall and shag her senseless. Murmur his own “I love you” into her ear over and over again, hoping she’d declare the words out loud too.

He took a step backwards.

“I need to go.”

“What?” she said, “What did i do?”

She looked... concerned, hurt.

“Nothing luv,” He hurried himself to say, even though he walked towards the door. “I’ll be back, yeah?”

“You’ll be back.” She swallowed. “Will you come by to the Magic box later?”

Buffy wanted him with her, together with her friends. He stopped and took in the sight of her; eyes uncertain and arms around herself.

“I’ll be there.”

***

There was something in the air, something that wasn’t magic, something he couldn’t grip. Something that had to do with her. Buffy. A part of him was giddy with happiness and wanted only to go back to her. She loved him. The other part wondered how long this would last. What had really happened this morning? Spike wasn’t a fool. Thinking about it, he couldn’t imaging the her who was supposed to be here, to ever just fall into his arms this morning. There had been too much desperation through the night, to much need. Her hands so hungry as they roamed his body and the words she’d spoken... He supposed it was a way to flee, letting the body take over and shutting the brain off. It wasn’t like he could blame her, hell, he’d be her willing partner anytime.

Slowly Spike came to stand still. But Buffy who was here now loved him. Why wasn’t he just making the most of it?

That was a very good question.

***

The slayerettes were buried in a sea of books when he walked into the Magic Box soon after sunset. All of them seemed more or less bored. Spike had a feeling that they hadn’t done this since the Watcher left. Buffy didn’t even pretend to be reading, just rested her arms against the open book. For a second she could’ve fooled him she was the girl who had just been ripped out of heaven by her friends, that was, until she saw him and her whole being seemed to lit up. He couldn’t keep himself from grinning.

“Hey,” she said.

Xander startled, looking at the Slayer with wide eyes.

“Buffy!” he said, “Why are you greeting the evil undead?”

Suddenly his eyes grew even wider.

“Don’t tell me Spike becomes a part of the gang!”

“We just agreed that I wouldn’t say anything about the future.” Buffy said.

Quickly she rose to her feet and closed the book in front of her. She walked over to the counter and picked up her jacket. As she pulled it on all the Scoobies was staring at her. Well, everyone except Dawn who just rolled her eyes and returned to her book.

“Buffy, where are you going?” Willow asked.

“Spike and I are gonna patrol.” Buffy opened her mouth again, but then abruptly turned to Xander instead. “Can you take care of Dawn please?”

The girl in question opened her mouth to protest, but one look from her sister and she turned back to her book, grumbling under her breath.

“Buffy, don’t you think you should help us research?” Xander said. “We have to get you back to your time.”

“I know.” Buffy smiled weakly. “And sooner or later we’re gonna find a way, but until then...” She glanced at Spike. “...I’m going to make the most of the time I’ve got here.”

“With Spike?!”

“Listen guys,” She took a deep breath. “I already know what you think and to be honest, I don’t give a damn.”

Ignoring her friends calls after her, she walked up to Spike. Grabbing his hand she pulled him with her through the door, into the night.

***

As the first vampire for tonight came in sight, Spike propped himself up against a headstone, left hand going into his pocket to fish up a cigarette. She moved differently; a little more gracefully, a little more coinfident. It was addictive to watch.

A left hook had the vampire stumble backwards and she went after it, following up with smashing her fist into it’s nose. The move had Spike wincing, then shaking his head amused. So that move hadn’t lost on her yet, huh? Couldn’t really blame her though, it could really get a vamp’s dizzy. After all the ends it had been delivered to him, he was just happy he had his vampire healing. Otherwise his nose would really have a funny shape by now.

She ended the fight with cracking some bad joke about the vamp “being too bad smelling to live” and thrust the piece of wood through its chest. And she was left with heaving breast and twirling the stake between her fingers. Spike smirked at her and took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it to the ground.

“You know Red and the Whelp most likely are researching the possibility that you’ve been brainwashed right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’d say I’m a lot more clear in my head then the me who’s supposed to be here.”

“Is that right?” Slowly he took a step towards her, leering when she gulped and nodded.

“Uh-huh.”

“So love, what do....”

Two new fledglings stepped out of nowhere, one of them aiming at his head. Swearing under his breath he took on one of them, ignoring the vamps surprised “Hey dude! You’re one of us!” as Spike slipped into game face. The newbie was dust flying with the wind a moment later.

The next minute he had an armful of warm Slayer, her mouth glued to his. He pulled her close, his hands wandering hungirly over her body. She nibbled on his lips, murmuring something so softly he couldn’t even catch it even with his vampire hearing.

When she pulled back were her eyes dark of desire.

“Wanna go back to your place?”

It took a second for him to register what she’d said, but then he nodded, taking her hand and dragging her along with him.

She followed without hesitation.

TBC

Chapter 3

His smell was so familiar; leather, whisky, cigarettes and something unmistakably Spike. He had her pressed against the door of his crypt, his lips moving against hers. One of his hands had slipped beneath her shirt to stroke the skin of her back. Just the slightest touch and in no seconds she was dripping for him. By the way his nostrils flared he knew it.

Somehow the door opened and they stumbled inside. Her lips took chart down his throat and she showed the duster off his shoulders. His hands were under her shirt again, hungrily pushing it upwards. She were close to raising her arms to help him, but then she remembered something.

“Downstairs,” she said, “I wan’t... downstairs.”

A genuine smile and he cupped her cheek, brushing his lips against hers.

“Come on, sweetheart.”

It took only seconds to walk the ten steps and jump down the ladder. Well down there and she saw the familiar surroundings, she felt her heart beat faster. How many times hadn’t they moved together on that bed? And, even more, how many times hadn’t they had as goal to reach the bed but failed? The room felt so much... cleaner now. It hadn’t watched her run out time after time. Hadn’t heard the words she’d called him again and again. God, how she wished this would actually be a fresh start and not just passing through.

A movement out of the corner of her eye had her focusing on Spike again, and one look and she new. Carpe diem. Like she’d told Willow so long ago “Catch the moment”, that was what she need to do.

Grinning she fisted the hem of his t-shirt and ripped it off, then laughed at his look. What? He had a hundred of them anyway. But before she’d time to protest he’d deemed her shirt to the same destiny. Her protested “Hey!” was met with a chuckle.

“Fair is fair, Slayer,” he said and she had to give him that.

But when he tried to reach for her she gently battered his hands away. It had been to long for her not to look at him like this.

Slowly she let her hands travel over his chest, searching out every scar, every single trace. “Yeah, exactly...” she mumbled, more to herself then to him, as she leaned forward to press a kiss against his collar bone. Of course he heard her.

“What’s that, luv?”

She refused to turn away, instead she lifted her chin to face him.

“I thought I’d forgotten what... but I hadn’t.”

He didn’t ask her what she meant; the only answer was the fingering on the straps of her bra as his lips kissed a wet path down her neck. Then the article was gone and her nipple was in his mouth. She moaned and arched against him.

They had barely begun and it already felt as if it was all too slow. Catch the moment. She’d wanted this to be an outdrawn love making, but she was all too starved for him. And it hit her that it didn’t need to be that.Catch the moment.

Hungirly she dragged his mouth back to hers and thrust her hips hard against his. He growled deeply in his throat and pulled her flush against him.

Both panted when they broke apart, her hand sneaking down his body to the clasp on his jeans. His sharp inhale dissolved into a moan when his cock sprang into her waiting grasp. She pumped him slowly, thumb brushing over the head with every lap.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured under his breath, “Just like that, pet.”

Onse second she was staring down at her hands movements, next moment she was thrown back on the bed. Watching as Spike hurriedly kicked his boots off and skimmed out of the jeans, before he went to work on hers. Hungrily she took in the naked sight of him as he dragged her trousers down her legs. Then he was prowling up her body, pausing once to stroke the skin of her stomach and once to tease a nipple. She couldn’t help but whimper just a little.

“Spike...” Catch the moment.

He bent down to press a kiss against the puls point at her throat. Unable to stop herself, she grabbed his hand and guided it downwards until he was cupping her pussy. He smiled against her skin as his fingers lay perfectly still.

“Spike...” She squirmed beneath him.

“Mmm?”

“Touch me!”

A low chuckle reached her ears, his index finger barley gracing her opening before entering her. They moaned in unison.

His thumb brushed her clit twice, before he eased his hand away completely. But as he began to kiss his way down his body it simply wasn’t enough.

“You smell so good...” he murmured approvingly, dipping down to nuzzle her sex.

“Spike...”

“Mmm? Something you want, baby?”

Their eyes met.

“I want you,” she said, “Inside me.”

Almost a minute went by while he just stared at her, like she had said something unbelievable. And in his eyes, she realized, it was. This Spike didn’t know how much she loved him, hell, not even the Spike who had burned in the Hellmouth had known it. Her admitting out loud that she wanted him, specifically, was probably something he’d never thought to hear. Well, at least not after blackmailing her or in the heat of a moment.

Still though, this was Spike, and the look on his face soon transferred into a smirk. The next moment he had ripped the panties of her and his tongue was stealing a long lap up her slit.

“Inside you, you say. Like this?” She could practically feel his smirk the second before he plunged his tongue inside her pussy.

The only verbal response she was able to make, was a gasp.

“This what you meant then?”

He pulled back, easing two fingers inside her and watching her with sparkling eyes. Eyes that widened comically when she all of sudden grabbed him by the forearms and dragged him up her body.

“No...” She reached between them to position his cock at her entrance. “This... is what I meant.”

She thought he’d tease her. Rub the head of his cock against her clit and mock her for her impatience, but instead he smiled. A real, genuine smile, not a smirk or a grin. That smile that so often during the last two years had been reserved only for her, and she found herself blinking back tears. Then he sank inside her and she could only moan.

He was completely still for a second, nuzzling her neck as he sighed.

“You’re even hotter then I remember,” he murmured.

“Didn’t we do this last night in this timezone?” She smiled.

“You still feel hotter then I remember.”

He began to move, setting a slow pace. It almost seemed like he waited for her to disapprove and she recalled their first night together. Hard. Needfull. They had moved in perfect unison from the first second, giving each other bite and claw marks in their wild attempts to mark the other. Posess the other. But afterwards, the moments that had been clearest, were the ones when he’d totally countered their force full pace. He’d stroke her cheek, link their hands together, brush his lips against hers. Back then she hadn’t known if she wanted to slap him or lean into him.

Maybe he wanted to see how she’d changed. Maybe he wanted to prove the willing her that he loved her. Maybe he just wanted it like this right now. Buffy didn’t really know and she definitely wasn’t going to object. It was something about savoring the moment in this slow rhythm.

“Feels... so good,” she whispered.

The words made him piston deeper within her and another whimper tore through her throat. She saw the familiar clenching in his jaw as he struggled for control, not wanting it over too soon. Still, one of his hands slipped between their battling bodies to rub her clit. And then she just needed. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and her hips rose to meet his.

“Buffy, Buffy. Feels so good.” His head fell to her shoulder as his pace increased. “My Buffy.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Every inward plunge made the fire in her belly spread. The bed was squeaking under them, blending with the sound of their pants and thrusting bodies. Spike murmured something intelligible, bending down to press a kiss against her cheek as his thrusts grew frenetic.

“Come for me,” he demanded huskily, “Buffy...”

That was it. Her body shook and spasmed in ecstasy, and she seized him by the shoulders and sunk her teeth into his neck. Far away she heard him roar and then a crack as the bones in his face shifted. His fangs sliced his into her throat and she was a goner again.

“Mine!” he snarled, hips thrusting madly as he spilled himself inside her, “Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine....”

Nexe moment he pulled back with a gasp, wide panicking eyes meeting hers as blood trickled down his chin.

“God Buffy, I didn’t... I mean... you bit me and... it’ll wear, off alright? You didn’t do anything to accept...”

She silenced him with a finger on his lips.

“Sch,” she whispered, “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.”

TBC

Chapter 4

Buffy was curled up against him, her hand tracing circles on his chest. He could smell the salt of her tears but didn’t question it.

After long minutes in silence until she broke away a little. He turned to her and slowly she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I love you.”

He’d thought the words would stun him. Spin him off the ground. Send him to his knees. Anything. But he just smiled and pulled her closer.

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

The surprise on her face made him raise his eyebrows.

“What?” he asked “You were expecting another retort?”

“Well... yes.” She glanced down. “You... before you... the other you I mean...”

“Is not here now.” He tipped her chin up again. “Just as the younger you isn’t here, I can feel you loving me in every touch.”

The happy smile that spread over her lips dissolved just as quick and he could almost taste her panic.

“Do you still love me?” she said “This me, I mean. You still love me, right?”

“Course. You’re still Buffy, just a little more alive, a little more light in your eyes.”

Then he simply couldn’t keep himself from asking anymore.

“So, luv.” He said “How do I die?”

Her whole body tensed against him and she tried to writhe away. He refused to let her go. It didn’t take long for her to give up and she buried her face in his chest. Something damp against his skin, then there was nothing for seconds.

“Sorry.” He murmured. “Buffy, I didn’t...”

She cut him off.

“No, Spike.” She smiled weakly. “And yes, you’ve died in my time. I’m sorry, but I can’t...”

Suddenly she sat up, turning her wide eyes at him.

“We’ve already changed the future.” She whispered “The other me... she would never do this, or, well, never like this.”

”You just figured that out now?”

She ignored him.

“If we’ve already changed it... Who would do this, Spike?”

“Send you back, you mean.”

“Yeah.”

For the first time he actually thought about it. Why would anyone wan’t to send a Slayer back in time? The answer came to him immediately.

“I guess the future is without a Slayer now.” Spike said “That’s reason enough.”

But Buffy shook her head slowly. “No, it isn’t.”

Confused he looked at her, but she glanced away and he remembered. Couldn’t say anything. Right. He sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching as she hugged her knees to her chest.

“Well...” he thought out loud. “Red has been in to magic quite a time now, bringing you back and all, maybe she did it.”

She listened to him closely, her eyes following his every move. She loved him. Buffy loved him.

“She has changed, Spike. The Willow in my time line wouldn’t do that.”

Then she sighed, let go off her knees and moved so she was resting her head on his shoulder. His arm went around her automatically and he pressed a kiss against her hair.

“Let’s just leave it be.” She whispered “For now. Lets just just leave it be.”

Spike pulled her closer. In a way this Buffy almost seemed more vulnerable then the other, because this wan’t desperate to hide any kind of weakness. But maybe that was just because she loved him. Spike didn’t know and he didn’t really care.

Gently she reached up to touch his cheek and then lifted her head to kiss him. As she pulled back he saw the bite mark he’d placed on her throat. An strange mix of fear and excitement came over him and he reached up to caress the mark.

“What about this, luv?”

“I accepted, so I guess it won’t disappear.” she said, a smile playing on her lips.

He stiffened. “I claimed you.”

“Eh... yes.”

“I made you mine, if you’d completed it you would’ve become immortal.”

“Spike, I know what a claim is!”

Her gaze was steady as it met his.

“Listen,” she said “I would’ve completed it if I was sure that it wouldn’t affect the future.”

She would’ve completed it. Buffy wanted him forever. Spike swallowed.

“You...”

“I want you, Spike. Forever and ever... just because younger me is stupid that dosen’t mean... You’re it for me, you’ve been it for a long time.”

The smell of tears reached him again, but this time he wasn’t completely sure it it was hers or his own. It didn’t matter. Next second he’d her pressed against the mattress again, laving the mark with long licks. She shivered and arched against him, the scent of her arousal perfuming the air.

“Need you...” he said hoarsely against her skin.

She nodded hard, dragging his mouth down to hers.



It was strange how normal it felt to step inside the Magic box with her on his side. The fact that she was laughing was actually more disturbing. He couldn’t remember hearing that sound for... well, never around him. And absolutely not because off his comment. Still, here they were. Buffy’s hand in his, a small smile still playing on her lips as she greeted her friends.

“So” Harris said “Happy to see that you finally decided to join us.”

The Slayer just sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Come on, guys.” She said “We were only gone for a couple of hours.”

“Yeah.” Xander muttered “And I don’t even want to think about what you’ve been doing.”

Spike let go off Buffy’s hand and went over to prop himself up on the counter. For a second it seemed that she would follow him, but then she sighed and looked at her friends.

“Look,” she said “I know that you don’t approve to the me and Spike, but – ”

“No, Buffy we sure as hell dosen’t...” Xander’s mouth was going again and Spike fought the temptation to go over and smack the boy in the head.

Buffy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes met his for a second. The irritation he could read there made him smirk at her and she smiled and shook her head.

“Maybe we should all just go home.” She said then. “We’ll continue tomorrow.”

There were no protests and the group stood as the Slayer went over to wake her sister, who’d fallen asleep with her cheek resting against a book. A tender look fell over her face when the younger girl slowly sat up and stretched.

The two witches were standing a bit from each other, Willow longingly looking at Tara and the latter with the gaze turned away. The redhead took a step forward, but then she pressed her lips together and backed away again. Spike watched them. He knew there were trouble in paradise, every right to be too. Suddenly Willow began to walk to the door.

“I’ll see you later.” The girl called, just as she put her hand on the door handle Buffy’s voice broke through the air.

“I hope you’re not going to Rack, Willow.” She said “Cause that only leads to badness.”

Rack? Spike’s eyes widened. Then he recalled that Buffy had mentioned him in the morning to. The witch didn’t answer, just pushed the door open and walked out.


After wards he wouldn’t be completely sure how they ended up making out like teenagers on her couch. He was aware that they’d left his crypt, even though he attempted to pull her back into bed more than on time. She’d just chuckled and called him a ‘bad boy’, and then flushed a little when he tapped his nose and drawled over how much she liked it. Not for a second had she denied it. But she had still gotten up. Then forced him to do the same. Next they’d been at the Magic box with her friends, yeah, he had a clear memory of that. And after that... Dawn. Dawn who squealed and was so happy for them, or more likely over the fact that they was a couple. Then she had made him choke on his blood when she told them to go with the “wild monkey love” but “try not to be to loud” before she went to bed. Buffy’d just laughed, again, and said goodnight.
Now they were here. She straddling his lap and soft lips glued to his. And yesterday a younger version of her had called him an evil, disgusting thing. The pieces had yet to be put in place but hell if he cared. She was here, that was what mattered.

“Spike...”

“Mmm?”

“Lets go... my... room...”

Next they were flying upstairs.



He pulled her close when she moved of him and kissed her forehead. She smiled.

“Love you.” She said.

“I love you too, kitten.”

“’Kitten’, I like that.” She mumbled, then she blinked and lifted her head to look at him. “Are you purring?”

He realized that he was. There were no chance to deny the deep rumblings that vibrated through his chest. He just gave her a small grin, even though the sound dropped a bit.

“Guess I am.” Spike said.

“Huh?”

“’m happy.”

When she stiffened in his arms he thought for a second that he’d shoved his foot completely into his mouth. The vibrations stopped abruptly, but before he could say something she pressed a finger against his lips.

“Me too” She kissed him softly before laying back down.

It wasn’t until her heart began to slow, signaling that she was on the edge to falling asleep, that he got it. She had obviously been in a relationship with him before, still she was surprised when he purred.

Then Buffy fell asleep and everything around him went black.

TBC

Chapter 5

Buffy awoke slowly, unwillingly. Her limbs felt heavy and tired as she slowly turned over on her side. Then the burning began. Licking its way up her body until it felt like her whole body was on fire. But the fire was pain. She murmured his name and expected him to reach for her, pull her close, kiss her hair – anything. Buffy opened her eyes.

“Buffy?” A loud knocking on the door. “You better get up now, they are waiting for you in the training room.”

It took a second for Buffy to realize who it was that spoke. Not Spike. The door opened and her sister poked her head in. The burning inside her just kept on going.

“Buffy!”

Dawn went over to the bed and looked down at her. “Are you alright?”

Slowly Buffy sat up and nodded. The camisole she wore was sticky and her face wet, she didn’t know if the latter was of tears or sweat.

“Did you have another nightmare?” Dawn sat down beside her. “I thought... I thought that they’d stopped.

“Yeah,” Buffy forced a weak smile. “it’s much better... this was the first dream in... I think I’m gonna take a shower.

She swayed a little as she rose to her feet, but the pain eased a bit. As she stumbled into the bathroom she could feel Dawn’s concerned gaze follow her.


It had been a dream. How was that possible? Still she could clearly imagine his hands on her body, his skin beneath her fingertips – but hadn’t she always been able to do that? Buffy couldn’t remember. She rinsed her hair in cold water and it made the pain fade even more.
She felt... empty, yes that was the word, and filled with a loneliness that she’d never felt before.

As she dried off she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror. The woman in it was pale and with dark shadows beneath her eyes. Buffy drew in a deep breath, dropped the towel and stepped forward. So, it had just been a dream. Spike had been gone for months and he wasn’t coming back. Yesterday she had lived her life. So much living that she could manage with him gone. A dream couldn’t take that away.

Buffy blinked. There was something on her neck. Slowly she took another step towards the mirror. A trembling hand lifted her still dripping hair and there it was; A vampire bite, still fresh.

***

Spike fumbled for a second, searching for the warm body which was supposed to be beside him. Still half asleep he frowned and his eyes shot open. Then the burning began. The demon was howling and his whole body arched. He sat up and pulled a hand through his hair. There was an aching loneliness inside him that made his demon cry out in despair. It set him on fire.


“I had the strangest dream tonight.”

His grandsire looked up with an irritated sigh. “What Spike?”

“I dreamed that I was back two years with Buffy without havin’ a sodding clue about everything that has been happening from there until now. But she did.“

Angel was bending over his papers again and Spike stepped forward and leaned against the table.

“The thing was, that she was from our future and she’d been mourning over my death.”

“Yeah, you know what, Spike? That sound exactly like on of your dreams.”

Spike ignored the interruption.

“I bit her, placed a claim on her and now my body burns.”

Hastily Angel looked up again, frowning. “You dreamed a dream where Buffy let you claim her.”

“Glad you’re following me, mate.”

Spike stood up and put his hands in his pockets, watching the other vampire closely.

“We’ve already talked about this.“ Angel sighed again.

“About Buffy, yeah, but not about... this.”

Their eyes met, neither willing to be the one who looked away.

“But the burning.” The younger said. “Wouldn’t it be-“

“Because you are apart, and probably because the claim wasn’t completed too.”

For a second Spike actually felt a glint of hope. A tiny spark waiting to be breathed in. Maybe this was Buffy’s doing, maybe she’d really been there with him.

“You have to let her go, William.” Angel said. “It’s been months.”

And Angel’s fingers closed over the spark and killed it.


It took a long while for him to pass out. He remembered walking into a bar and he’d gotten the first drink as the girl shoved up. A vampiress who pushed her breasts in his face, the invitation clear in her eyes. The demon’s cries’d gone louder. Still he’d thought about it for a second. To just bring her home, bury himself inside her and then stake her after wards. But she would have been cool, not hot, she would’ve touched him in all the wrong places. The second she put a hand on his thigh the demon’s cries’d turned into angry growls. Spike’d looked down up the woman and shuddered. “I’m not in the mood, love.” He’d said and then drowned his drink. Next time the bartender showed up he’d taken the bottle.
Somehow he’d stumbled home, he’d had time to take one last gulp from his second bottle before the darkness finally embraced him and he fell down onto the bed.

***

She hesitated a half day before she went to Giles office. She’d stopped thinking about him as her watcher many months ago and would’ve preferred to talk to Willow but the witch was of somewhere; some sort of vacation with Kennedy. Hell, if she hadn’t been so desperate for answers she’d tried to look through some books herself. But she was desperate, so she gave Giles a short PG- version of the dream as he polished his glasses.

“Can I see the mark?” He simply asked when she was done.

She lifted her hair and leaned her head to the side, but when he took a step closer she backed away.

“Just... don’t.” Buffy said.

Giles nodded.

“So,” she said “You have any idea what this is?”

“You’re hurting, you say? And the mark just showed up this morning?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you don’t got bitten on patrol or...”

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Somehow I think I’d remembered that.”

Giles just stared at her for a second, obviously far away. Then he seemed to shake himself.

“Yes, of course you would.” Giles cleared his throat. “Are you in pain right now?”

Fire was licking her insides.

“Yes.”

He just looked at her for another second.

“I’ll look into the books Buffy, but I really don’t know what this could be.”

“Just look Giles, please.”


She spent an hour training with the slayers, but the pain made her stumble and leave herself open. It didn’t take long for the girls to begin to ask questions. Buffy could still hold her own, yes, but no more. And when none of them had been sent flying after that hour they decided to go on strike. Buffy went back to her room and fell promptly asleep.

Giles was in her room when she woke up. She met his eyes, surprised, as she slowly sat up. Trembling slightly she stood up, to find that her legs could barley carry her. Giles was there immediately, helping her sit back down.

“It’s worse.” He said and there was nothing questioning in his tone.

Slowly she nodded and leaned back against the headboard.

“We need to take it away.” Giles said. “Even if we don’t know what caused it, it dosen’t change the fact that it otherwise will kill you both within days. We can just be happy that it isn’t complete, if it was-“

Buffy could only focus on two words.

“You both?”

“Buffy.” Giles drew in a deep breath. “Spike is back. He has in fact been in Los Angeles for the last couple of months.”

She stared at him for a second before bursting into hysterical laughter. No way. Spike would’ve come for her.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not.” I actually called Angel directly after you left earlier and he said that Spike had been hurting too.”

“Angel?” She said. “Angel knew?!”

“Yes. It seems like Spike has been... helping them.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn’t know whither they were for joy or sadness. She swallowed hard.

“What was it you said.... about... eh... ‘consuming us’?”

“Being this far apart will kill you, soon.” Giles took of his glasses and began to polish them. “The only way to break it is to either kill on of you-“

The unspoken message was clear; Kill Spike.

“Never.”

“Or, we can perform a ritual that will take it away, but that requires that the two of you is together and...”

Giles kept talking and Buffy just stared at him. Spike is alive. She trailed a finger over the bite mark on her throat Spike is alive. Slowly she rose to her feet, swaying a little as she stood.

“Why would I want to take it away?” she asked, moving slowly against the door.

“Buffy, did it occur to you that Spike might not’ve wanted you to know that he was back?”

Grabbing her purse on the way she made her way towards the door.

“Then he can just say that to my face.”

As she went down the stairs she saw her sister sitting with one of the slayers.

“Dawn!”

Both girls looked up.

“You can take care of yourself for a couple of days, right?” Buffy said. “I’ll call you.”

“Buffy?! Where are you going?”

But the Slayer was already gone.


Buffy wasn’t afraid of darkness. She wasn’t afraid of blood. She wasn’t afraid of demons or monsters. At least she couldn’t remember it if she sometime had been frightened. Now her heart was thundering in her chest.

The pain had eased a bit as she came closer to LA, but it hadn’t disappeared. She figured it wouldn’t until she saw him. She stepped through the doors into the hotel and found Angel talking to... Harmony?! Whatever.

“Where is he, Angel?”

TBC

Chapter 6

Something in him had known she was on her way.

The pain eased as the day wore on and if the demon hadn’t kept on crying he would’ve thought he’d just imagined the whole thing after all. Now Spike couldn’t stop pacing. His thoughts were with her, as always, and she was coming for him. He didn’t know how he knew. Hell, he didn’t know what to think. He just knew that his hangover was forgotten, the hunger wasn’t letting itself known, and all he could concentrate on was her presence in his mind. Never before had he hated the sun so much.

He smelled her before she knocked; vanilla, power and... fear? Yes, a trace that was unmistakably fear. He was already reaching for the door handle when the knocking was heard.

A second later their gazes clashed.

Love, anger, happiness and fear rushed through him and after a moment he realized that it was her feelings. He was just... numb.

Then Buffy stepped forward, coming so close that he could feel her body’s warmth. Slowly she raised a hand. His first thought was that she’d hit him. Instead she wrapped her arms around him; her small body melting against his and her warm breath against his neck. Immediately he pulled her flush against him and his mouth was drawn to her throat. The mark his lips found didn’t surprise him. She shuddered as he kissed it and he held her tighter.

The control was slipping and he couldn’t bring himself to care. Three words came to his mind; Want. Take. Have.

Roughly Spike pulled her inside the apartment and kicked the door closed, a second later she was pressed up against it. She pulled at his clothes, trying to show the duster off his shoulders, but when he refused to let her go she gave up and settled for prying his jeans open. His mouth fastened over the bite mark on her neck as she pulled his zipper down and then focused her attention on her own pants. But she was too slow. Want. Take. Have. He ripped the jeans off her along with the underwear.

He heard himself murmur the word “mate” as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. Their moves was so desperate, she so slick with need, that it took long seconds before he was finally positioned at her entrance and could thrust into her. He didn’t know who of them it was that moaned and who that gasped.

She stared down at him as he began to move within her. The pace he set was fast, craving, and she answered. A whimper tore through her throat and she pressed herself against him, as if he could come any closer. And Christ, she was so warm. Last night couldn’t compare with this; Her pussy clenching him with every thrust, her body against his, and god, the smell of her; of her arousal, of her want of him.

The tears came suddenly, streaming down her cheeks. The sight broke through the need and scared him to death.

No no no no not again I didn’t Buffy

But then her lips was upon his, her tongue stroking his, calming him. It wasn’t until he tasted blood that he realized he’d vamped out. She didn’t seem to notice, or she just didn’t care, just kept kissing until she finally pulled away, gasping for air.

“I love you.”

Her words crushed something inside him. Next second he pressed her even harder against the wall, his thrusts gaining momentum.

“Buffy, Buffy, Buffy” He murmured “Mine. Mine mine mine mine mine...”

His lips skated over her throat and she leaned her head to the side. He took that as permission and let his fangs sink into her soft flesh. Then her blood flowed into his mouth and the world turned into bliss.


When he came back to himself he laid on the floor. Buffy was on top of him, still unconscious. Slowly he stroked her hair and listened to her rhythmical heartbeat. After a few moments she lifted her head and gazed down at him.

“Hey” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss against his the corner of his lips. He smiled for a second, then frowned.

“I didn’t hurt you, right?” he asked. “I got carried away... I.... I bit –”

“You didn’t hurt me” she said, touching the still sligthly oozing mark. “I’m... it felt like, like I needed that.”

“It’s the claim. I guess that’s what put us in such a hurry too.”

“Right... we should probably... talk about that and... other stuff.”

She got off him, his hardening cock slipping out from her. She reached for her discarded jeans, eyed them for a second and then turned back to him.

“Er... you don’t have something I can loan?”

Spike smirked and raked his eyes over her body.

“I like the way you look now.”

Still he stood up, buttoning his own jeans and then walking over to the drawer, throwing an other pair to her. Resting his hands on top of the drawer he had to recall that they actually hadn’t seen each other yesterday, strange how easy it felt to fall back to old habits.

***

“Thanks.” She said as she pulled them on. It was typical black Spike-jeans that was a lot more formfitting on him than her, but at least she didn’t have to go around half naked. Slowly she looked up at him. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets, giving her a small grin as she met his gaze.

“Hell of hello, huh?” he said, his eyes flickering.

Buffy couldn’t help it, she began to laugh. He soon joined in and she took a step forward to wrap her arms around his neck. Still giggling she pressed a kiss against his collarbone.

“I missed you.” She whispered, tears clouding her throat, tears she refused to give away. She’d cried enough for a lifetime.

“Missed you too, luv.”

She pulled back a beat so she could see his face. “Then why didn’t you come for me?”

He sighed and took a step back, leading her over to a worn coach. Both pulled away a bit from each other, leaving some room between them. Buffy couldn’t help but look at the inches as miles. It was necessary, she reminded herself. They both craved answers, hell, they probably shouldn’t have begun with sex. Still it had felt unavoidable the second she saw him, the second he saw her; the edge of pain that had refused to go away turning into desire.

For a second she was a afraid that it was going to be an uncomfortable silence, but then Spike took a deep breath and turned to her. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. When a minute passed by without him saying anything Buffy swallowed hard, remembering Giles words.

“You don’t love me anymore.”

Spike’s eyes widened.

“You.... you think that... You stupid chit. I’m never gonna stop loving you. Never.”

“So why didn’t you come for me?” Her tone was harder now, almost cold.

Spike sighed and leaned back on the coach. “At first I couldn’t go anywhere.”

“What?”

“I was a ghost when I popped out of that amulet, but I guess you’ve heard that much.”

She shook her head.

“No? Alright, that’s how it went anyway.”

“But you became... solid?”

“As you can see.” He grinned a little. “After some crux, yeah. Anyway, then Angel... well, I figured I’d just let you live you’re life.”

“Angel?” she said, just looking at him for a second. “Oh. You decided to follow Angel’s lead; love them and leave them, ‘it’s for you’re own good, yadda, yadda, yadda.”

“I saw you with the bloody Immortal!”

“Hello?! Slayer here! Why the hell do you think I was with him?!”

Spike frowned. They were both panting now, glaring at each other.

“You mean...”

“That he’s a piece of dust now, yes.” Buffy said. “Please, the only person that guy ever spoke of was himself.”

“So you didn’t kiss him then? Shag him?”

“Okay, so there was some kissage.” Then she glared at him. “I don’t believe for a second that you’ve been living in celibate!”

He turned his head away at that. She took a step forward.

“Who?”

“Harmony” he muttered under his breath.

TBC

A/N: Sorry for ending the chapter so abruptly, but I'm working on the next chapter. New update soon.
Oh, and as you noticed I jumped on the "Buffy killed the immortal" - train. Spuffy 4-ever you know, no way she'd hooked up with that guy for any other reason than to stake him - at least not in this story.

Chapter 7

He was prepared to be smacked in the head or yelling. He hadn’t thought that she’d laugh. When he looked up she was bending forward, clutching her stomach as hysterical giggles spilled over her lips.

“You!" she managed to say. “With... Harm-ony!... Again!"

“It was only once!"

“God, you must’ve been desperate..."

After long minutes she finally stilled and stood up again, a smile lingering on her lips. He pulled a hand through his hair. “Well..."

Buffy took an unconscious step towards him, raising a hand to his cheek. She didn’t think he was aware of how he leaned into her touch and she loved it. She didn’t notice he’d moved until she felt him caress the bite mark on her throat, sending shivers through her body. Next second she suddenly noted that she leaned into his touch just as much as he did to hers. She smiled.

“What about this?" he asked as his fingers kept massaging her.

His touch was doing wonders to her and she could feel herself growing wet. Strange, just from touching the mark... Angel’s had never had that effect. His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. His free hand came up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“We should probably... talk... some more." She said “The not-dream... claiming and... all."

He’d begun to lean towards her but froze, then nodding once.

“Guess you’re right." He said “It’s the uncompleted claim that..."

She wound her arms around his neck and dragged his face down to hers. Their lips met in sweet caress that soon grew demanding. Next minute she was laying on the bed, his mouth still glued on hers, tongues battling. She whimpered when he began trailing a wet path of kisses down her throat, still a thought managed to go through her clouding mind.

“What was it... you... said?" she asked, one hand sneaking under his t-shirt.

“Huh?" He was dragging her shirt over his head, his eyes immediately drawn to the sight of her lace clad breasts.

“Something... uncompleted claim?"

“Mm...?" He was still staring at her breasts, then he shook his head. “Right, the claim... My demon wants to complete it."

His hand sneaked under her body, lifting her sligthly so he could work the bra clasp open. Even as he bent down and wrapped his mouth around one nipple she managed to form coherent thoughts, Buffy was quite proud of herself.

“It isn’t complete?"

“You didn’t bite me, pet."

Right. Almost coherent thoughts.

Suddenly she grew stiff beneath him, her hand freezing against his skin. He lifted his head, a concerned frown lining his forehead.

“It’s the claim that makes us do this?"

His eyes softened and he brushed a kiss against her lips.

“I always want you." He said “The claim binds us together... our feelings feeds each other, especially as it’s incomplete it drags us together. To make us complete it."

“So right now we’re feeling our combined horniness?" Buffy rose her eyebrows.

“Yeah."

“So it was there from the beginning?"

“What do you think?" He leered. “You’ve always been helpless against me."

“You...you!" She smacked him lightly on the chest and he chuckled. “Jerk!"

But she couldn’t keep from smiling. It was so much... Spike in his words, she’d miss that. The soul’d made him softer with the guilt hanging over him, she’d missed the snarky remarks that’d just started to return when... She lifted her head and kissed him again, forcing her tongue into his mouth as her hands tried to push the duster off his shoulders. He helped her shedding the material and then pulled back long enough to take off his t-shirt too.

Slowly he began to kiss his way down her body, tongue swirling around one nipple, dipping into her navel. As he reached the borrowed jeans he tugged at them, taking them off her. But as he began to settle with his head between her spread legs she halted him.

“I just want you inside me." She said.

He tapped a finger gently against her clit. “That’s what you said yesterday too." He pouted “I might began to think you don’t like me down here."

The moan that tumbled over her lips when he licked her conflicted that theory completely. He chuckled and the vibrations proved it even further as she bucked against his face, gasping.

“Guess not." He said.



Before he knew what’s happened he’d been dragged up her body again. Spike grinned, then gasped when she wrapped her legs around his waist and flipped them over. She bent down and kissed him, slowly, sweetly, lovingly. He couldn’t remember ever sharing a kiss like that with her before. Her hand stroked his chest slowly, barley grazing a nipple. Then she sat up slowly, lifting herself until her opening was hovering over his cock. A hand on his chest steadied her as she wrapped the other around his member to position him at her entrance. She sank down onto him in one swift motion, and he moaned. For a long while she was completely still, just looking at him and in the end he couldn’t keep from bucking against her.

“Buffy, please!"

She blinked slowly, as if she’d been somewhere else and leaned forward until her face was just above his. Her lips grazed his and he watched her eyes close at the contact before snapping open and she inched back. Small, strong hands took hold of his and forced them up so they rested on either side of his head. Gently, she squeezed his hands once in time with her vaginal muscles and his eyes rolled up in his head.

“Spike..." she whispered, nuzzling his chin with hers. “Spike, look at me."

It was the soft touch of her face against his more than the words that made him focus again. She was so close; hazel eyes filled of desire, flushed face, lips that just begged for his. He didn’t have a chance to taste them, however, as soon as she got his attention she squeezed his hands with hers again.

“I love you."

The soft confession shouldn’t have startled him, it still did, if just for a second. Then he found himself smiling, taking away the hint of worry that was over her features. He rolled them over until he was on top, breaking her hold so he could prop himself up on the elbows.

“Tell me again." He said eagerly.

“I love you."

He began to move in a slow, steady rhythm and brushed the hair from her neck with one hand so he could lick the mark.

“Again" he said, his voice muffled against her skin.

“I love you."

Her hips began to rise to meet his with every thrust and he picked up the pace. With one parting kiss he lifted his head to gaze down at her.

“I love you too." He said and she moaned in response. “Love you so bloody much..."

Soon, their rhythm picked up further until they were both panting.

He didn’t really think she’d do it. He actually hadn’t thought about what they’d do about that at all. Yes, she’d declared her love for him, but he didn’t think that she’d take it further then so. This was Buffy after all. Buffy who could complicate everything and who ran away from her feelings. Just then, he didn’t remember how determinate she could be about things she wanted. So when she flipped them over again and sank her neck hard into her neck he gasped in surprise and bucked against her. One hand came up to cup her neck to hold her against him and before he could stop himself he’d vamped out and her blood was in his mouth. He felt her cumming, her vaginal muscles strangling his cock and triggering his own orgasm.

“Mine" she growled, teeth letting go of him. “You’re mine."

“Yours" he gasped, head snapping back.

He felt the connection snap in place, sighing as the demon calmed and he began to purr . She was there, a presence in his mind who simply belonged. And when her feelings of happiness and satisfaction reached him grew the rumblings that vibrated through his chest louder. Far away he felt her lazily begin to lick the mark she’d done and as he came back to himself he did the same, closing the wound.

There was silence for a moment until she made a move to roll off him. He grabbed her hips, keeping his cock from slipping out of her, and moved them so they laid on their sides. His hand come up to touch the bite she’d placed on him.

“Buffy..."

“I love you, Spike." She said “With you I want forever."

“You..." He smelled tears and realized it was his own, she simply smiled and stroked his forearm.

She snuggled closer to him and pressed a kiss to his chest.

“The outside is still waiting" she murmured “Giles might’ve found out what actually happened, you know, the dream and all."

“Are you hinting that we should get out of here?" he asked, nuzzling her hair.

“No! No. I mean, not yet."

In response his cock twitched inside her and began to swell again. His hand came up to drag up her back and then he tilted her head back so he could kiss her.

“This is so... I can feel you..." she said.

He grinned and thrust his hips against hers. “I really hope so, luv."

“I don’t mean like that!"

“I know what you mean, I feel you too."

She laid a hand on his shoulder and pushed, straddling him as he rolled over onto his back.

“How do you think that dream worked?" she asked, even as she began to rise and fall over him.

“I don’t bloody care; You’re here."

“I’m here. I love you."


Epilogue

In the end, all that mattered was what you wanted. Or what you had wanted, to be exact. Could you still want something you already had? For the feel of her soft hair tickling his lips and he soft body close against his – he knew that you could. Slowly he grinned. Yeah, you definitely could.

Hours had passed until they finally fell asleep, limbs intertwined, her face close to his and his arm slung around her waist. She had never answered the phone.

“I really hope you’re not thinking about answering that." He said.

Slowly she moved down his body until he could feel her warm breath against his member. He didn’t need to look at her to know that she was grinning.

“Answer what?"

Now it was ringing again. And it didn’t give up. A minute earlier he could’ve sworn that he wouldn’t leave the bed for a long, long time. Now he was getting up. Even in her sleep, the girl frowned when his body disappeared and she reached for him. Only to calm down immediately when he stroked her cheek and she settled again, burrowing her head in his pillow.

Naked he walked into the other room, picking up her jeans just as the phone became quiet. He couldn’t even swear at it. He didn’t recognize the number, but then, it wasn’t very many numbers he knew.

“Spike?"

Her voice.

“One second, luv." He called back. “Someone was on the phone, figured it might’ve been Rupert with some answers."

“Mm" He heard her yawn. “Check if he left a message then."

Right. He fumbled for a second and then lifted the phone to his ear.

“Hi Buffy... Giles sort of.. told me it’d worked... he was really mad at me actually... Anyway, sorry I couldn’t give you more than a day but I figured.." the on in the other end took a deep breath. “I figured it’d be enough. Did I mentioned how sorry I am? I just couldn’t watch... damn, I don’t got anymore coins... We’ll talk later, yeah? Please, please don’t be angry with me! I know you didn’t – “

Click.

Spike felt the beginning of a grin tickle the corner of his mouth. Seemed like he’d been right all along, well, almost right.

He shut the phone of and put it back into the pocket. She was almost asleep again when he slipped back into bed with her and he pulled her close. She mumbled something against his throat and then nuzzled against her bite mark before she settled.

What he wanted.

Her.


The End