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Love’s Bitch

Spike watched Buffy's hips swing seductively while she strutted ahead of him. She was still fuming mad about all the drama at her place. It probably wasn't all that wise to be out here trolling for trouble. He hated to admit it, but he wasn't on top of his game. He may not be able to feel a rutting thing right now, but any tussle he got into tonight he was going to pay for eventually, in heaps of pain. Her golden locks bounced around her waist, just brushing her hips. Did she really want to kill things? Or was this just an elaborate excuse to get him alone?

After a second of contemplation he decided it didn't matter. He had to have his hands on those hips. He sped up enough to snag her waist and smiled wickedly when she gave out a little peep of surprise. He leaned into her and breathed in her scent. Who needed sunshine? He had Buffy. His hands tightened convulsively on her waist and he shuddered violently. This was all temporary, when this Glory person was defeated; his girl would be lost to him. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and pulled her body flush with his. She would never tolerate a Vampire around her; allow him to touch her, if it wasn't for this bond. But he found it harder and harder to convince himself that he only craved her because she was his mate. Even he wasn't blind enough to think that he would want her any less when he was free of her.

He found himself hoping, deep in his heart of hearts, where his deepest desire's and a love of poetry lurked, that they wouldn't find a way to break his hold on her. That this bond would be permanent the way it was meant to be. At first it had seemed unnatural to him, now not being at her side seemed unthinkable. So he had to bag it, and play white hat. He let his hands roam down to her thighs nibbling at her neck. He was domesticated and couldn't find a bone in his body that cared.

His Slayer leaned into him, tilting her head to give him access to her sweetness, covering his hands with her small delicate ones. She rotated her hips into his groin and Spike groaned out loud. The vampire lifted his head and inventoried their surrounding's. The park, wisely abandoned at this time of night. He began to walk her that direction, amply distracted by her wiggling bum and intoxicating scent. Unfortunately she wasn't as distracted as he had hoped. "Spike, we can't, we need to patrol." She whispered, twisting in his grasp to free herself.

"Buffy," he whispered back, a note of pleading in his tone, as he tried to get his hands back on her. Christ she was fast. "I need you luv, need you so much." He continued to pursue her, herding her in the direction he needed her to go. Swings? Too flimsy. Teeter-Totter? Too unstable. Merry Go Round? Might be fun but he wanted her on his lap, straddling his thighs, her head thrown back. His eye landed on the giant slide in the corner of the park. There was a dome over the landing to shield his girl from any eyes but his and plenty of back support. He lunged for her and she squealed like a little girl and sprinted off, in the direction of the park. Baby wanted to play.

She leapt onto the merry go round and Spike was momentarily distracted by naughty fantasies before springing up after her. The momentum of his leap started the thing spinning and after a second, Spike swung himself off to run in a quick circle, as fast as his Vampire strength could push him. Buffy grabbed onto two bars to keep from flying off the edge and Spike used her momentary pause in motion to capture her. Slightly off balance he crashed hard on his back in the middle of the spinning plate, his Slayer landing hard on top of him. Good thing he didn't have any breath to lose. She let out a girlish laugh and than kissed him full on the mouth. All thoughts of how much he was going to hurt later fled his mind and the world slimmed down to just one slight girl lying across his body.

Another kiss, freely given. He could admit it, if only to himself, he was her slave. There was nothing on this planet he wouldn't give her. His blood, his love, his dust. Whatever this goddess required was hers. He'd slaughter a thousand demon's, travel to the ends of the earth by her side, give up immortality in a heartbeat if he could just go on kissing her like this. Fuck, she tasted so bloody good. And he needed more; he needed to drown in her completely. He needed to be surrounded by her body. Have her completely open to him. His hands, his mouth. Right now she was his. And no one was going to take her from him.

With a low possessive growl he twisted his body so that he had her underneath him. She parted her legs for him and he slipped one thigh between hers, rubbing up against her. She let out a soft little sound and bucked against him, arching her slender back. Bloody hell, she was perfection. "Spike, we can't, anyone could see us."

"So, let them watch." He growled and burrowed his heads between her breasts, wrapping his fingers in hers and holding her hands down. She mewled like a kitten and squeezed his hands with bruising strength. His demon pleaded to be let out but he held it in check, and nipped her breast to pacify it.

"Spike, we're in a park, there could be children." She began to struggle in earnest and Spike tightened his grip on her to hold her to him. He leapt to his feet and swung her into his arms. Buffy squeaked out her surprise and threw her arms around his neck. He was stopped, awed for a moment by her complete trust, before he took off full speed across the park and ran right up the steep slide. He collapsed on his bum, his wiggling girl in his lap, and declared this part of the park safe from prying eyes.

Like a naughty fantasy playing out in real time his Slayer twisted her body so she could straddle his lap. He let out a low deep groan and thrust his pelvis up against her. He was like a randy schoolboy whenever she was within touching distance. She smiled in feminine pride. She delighted in her power over him and he was so far lost in her that he didn't care that she knew he was her slave. He attacked the small delicate buttons on her shirt with single minded determination. He had to have her soft body against his. It was a little awkward, twisting and moaning. Buffy lifted up on her knees so he could slide her jeans over her hips and he returned the favor. Hot questing little hands all over him, soft wet kisses that turned him inside out.

The borrowed blood in his body hummed and the sound of his girl's heartbeat thrummed through him like a pulse. Buffy lifted up and pushed him inside her body. Her name was torn from his lips and he found himself babbling about how good she felt. Telling her he loved her, needed her. She was panting his name, digging her nails deep into his skin, grinding her teeth into his shoulder. Gods, this was heaven. She bit him particularly hard and his demon escaped what little hold he had on it. His girl didn't even blink, she didn't even hesitate. She titled her sweet neck and offered herself to him.

She was perfect. He bit her gently and almost came immediately when her hot ripe blood flooded his mouth. He took small measured sips in time with his thrusts. His Slayer cried out with every movement, squirming with pleasure. She was so hot and tight around him, rocking with him, such sweet friction. Her blood made his head spin made him high on her power. She fluttered around him and then tightened with orgasm, spasm after spasm squeezing him tightly. He gripped her tighter and sucked harder on her neck. She shook uncontrollably and sobbed his name over and over. When he could stand the pleasure no more he withdrew his fangs and let the demon go. He kissed her hard, staining her mouth with blood. She kissed him back without reserve. Sod it all, he loved this girl. He finally let himself go, thrusting into her warmth with abandon, chanting her name like a prayer. Spike came deep inside her, spurt after spurt of pleasure washing over him. He was never letting her go.

"Oh God, we've contaminated the park. That is soooo sick. Kid's can no longer play here because of lustful vampires." He chuckled softly, amused by her horror. It was a little late for her conscience to make an appearance.

"Relax Slayer, We aren't the only one's to rendezvous here, I can smell your boy and his bird all over the place, recent too."

"Eeewwww!" She shrieked a look of utter disgust on her pretty features. She tried to leap to her feet, but got tangled in the jeans still around her ankles and crashed back into him. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, carefully cleaning away all traces of blood from her mouth before that freaked her out too. Then he bent his head and carefully sealed her bite mark with his own blood so it would heal quickly. She shuddered against him when he licked his mating mark and he was almost tempted to keep on with the necking. But the wind had picked up and it smelled like rain. Not that his Slayer wouldn't look delicious soaked to the skin, wet hair clinging to the both of them, lips cold as his against his skin. But she didn't need to be sick on top of everything else.

"Sweetheart, it's going to rain." She made a non-committal sound and pulled his earlobe into her hot mouth, sucking and biting. He groaned out load, whimpering like a child. She was irresistible. "Let's take this inside, hmmm?"

She pulled back from him a bit, shifting to get comfortable and laid her head on his shoulder. His grip tightened reflexively and he rubbed slow soothing circles on her back. "I really don't have time for this." She murmured without making any effort to move away from him. Her hand went to the bite mark on her neck, frowning slightly. He tensed, waiting for her anger and disgust. She would get mad at him for taking advantage of her when she was lost in passion. But he felt no flare of anger through the bond. "Big hickey." She groused and Spike bit his tongue to keep from apologizing. Already done that one too many times tonight. And he wasn't about to apologize for amazing, mind blowing, blood letting, sex. If he could get her in the mood, he'd do it again.

"Do you think they're all right?" She asked softly and Spike winced at the worry in her tone. He wished he could do more to alleviate her fears, but she was right to fear. Glory was very powerful, and bent on destroying that sweet little girl, and anyone who got in her way. Spike wondered absently how much of his affection for his Slayer's family was his own and how much was channeled from their bond. He'd liked them before he'd ever been linked with Buffy, had in fact spared their lives when he had full access to the Summers home.

"I'll know if Peaches dusts." She clutched him closer and Spike cursed himself. He never said the right thing. Best if he stayed silent, because there really wasn't too much he could say. "We'll find her, we'll kill her, and it'll be over."

"Until the next apocalypse."

"You'll keep them safe pet, safe as houses. You always do."

All of a sudden they were plunged head first into ice water. Or at least that's what it felt like. In over a hundred years of being a Vampire he'd never been summoned, but he knew without being told what this was. He was on his feet, pulling on Buffy's clothes roughly and dressing himself before she could even form a question. He didn't let her waste her breath, she would need it to run.

"It's Angelus, He's summoned the line."

"The line?" She gasped out even as he shoved her ungracefully down the slide. He joined her on the ground, grabbing her hand and hauling her behind him like a sack of potatoes.

"Angelus is the elder of Aurilous, what with the master dust and Darla too, he's summoned us all." It was as though there was a wire drawn tight between Spike and his Sire. It felt as though it was pulling the top of his head clear off because he was going in the wrong direction. He couldn't even spare the thought to be curious about why Buffy felt it too, she was his mate, did that make her Aurilous by marriage?

"All of you, how many is that?" How she managed to have breath enough to speak while running side by side with him at a neck break pace he didn't know.

"Dunno, we're pretty choosy about who we let in. I've never sired anyone, other than that bloke you dusted." He thought for a moment. "There's Dru, I don't think she has any living Childe, and two more that Angelus Sired. I think that's all."

Spike skidded to a stop in front of Buffy's house and darted for his car. "I'll get the others!" Buffy called and he growled angrily, snatching at her arm to haul her into the car. She evaded his attempt however and ran for the door. "I can't leave them unprotected."

It was a tight fit but Spike managed to shove everyone into Buffy's mother's Blazer and get all the door's shut. All of them were yammering and squealing and demanding answers. Spike was having a tough time controlling his demon and finally let it come to the fore as he backed out and peeled down the road. This started the other Slayer, the seductress, to screeching. Bloody hell, he was going to rip her sodding head off. Buffy sensed his frustration, or was venting her own, it didn't really matter which, and started shouting for order. It was a very long time before she found any.

"I still don't understand why we are listening to anything this bloodsucker has to say. This could be a trap. He could be driving us all to our doom. I can't believe…" The whelp never knew when to shut it.

"Buffy, please be a little more clear about what happened. How could you possibly know that Angel is in trouble?"

"I don't know, he did some sort of summony thingy. And now I can tell exactly where he is."

"So we're running off at the summons of a Vampire! Will you never learn! They're Vampire's Buffy. Evil, bloodsucking fiends…."

"Enough, Use your head you soddin idiot!" Spike jerked the wheel hard to get his attention. He got knocked upside the head by his Slayer for his trouble. "Angelus has never summoned the line, and he's been eldest for several years now. Two reasons I can figure he would now. A, he's given his soul the slip again and wants us there to celebrate with him. Or B, he's been attacked and needs help. Either way, Buffy's family is in trouble." Dawning comprehension! It was like the surf crashing over the shore, the boy's expression. Why did his girl have such dolt's for friends? Couldn't fault the boy's loyalty though.

Thirty minutes later found them all piling out of the blazer onto the side of the highway. Peaches car was beyond repair, smashed in on the side. The man himself lay in the cheerleaders lap, both knee's smashed in. Joyce, who had previously been kneeling next to the Vampire, trying to figure out how to help, launched herself into Buffy's arms. "She's gone Buffy, They've taken her." She sobbed.

"We'll get her back mom." Buffy met his eyes over her mothers shoulder, and Spike knew she wasn't near as confident as she sounded. "Which way did they go?"

"They were headed back to Sunnydale." Spike was trying to sort how to get his Sire home and Buffy's crew home, and find the Bit when Drusilla and two young fledglings arrived in a beat up conversion Van. To say that Buffy's little lackey's were unhappy about traveling with a van full of bloodsuckers would be a little bit of an understatement. But they wouldn't all fit in the Blazer and judging by Dru's indignant shrieks he was the one who stood the most chance of being dusted. She got even hotter under the collar when he had to backhand one of her boys for making a comment about all the fresh blood, and his Slayer wasn't too happy either when he ended up in one vehicle with Dru and she was in another with her mum. She was tossing her hair around in a huff when her Watcher spied the fresh bite mark, needless to say that didn't go over well. He might just stake himself and save himself the torture.







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