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A year and some months later...

"Quickly!" William shouted, hoping his voice could be heard over the torrential downpour he and his wife were presently running through. Hand in hand they crossed the street is a mad dash for cover. They'd enjoyed a cool early winter's walk around the perimeter of the park after dinner. Tonight was their one year wedding anniversary and William had insisted they celebrate in style. First things first, he took her shopping for diamond earrings to match the solitaire she wore on her finger. His position as Giles' right hand man in the New Watcher's Council came with a handsome salary. William was very pleased to know, that despite the demon inside him being dormant, he still had Spike's strength and stamina, much to Buffy's pleasure. Unfortunately he did have to abide by the normal rules of a vampire's life, mainly staying away from the sun.

When the rain began, the pair broke into a sprint towards home. Buffy slipped once in her far too high heels, but William kept her up and kept them running. They'd neglected to bring along an umbrella. They reached the stoop of their apartment, the eaves barely shielding them from the heavy drops. William fumbled for his keys inside the pockets of the black leather duster he wore continuously in Spike's honor. Finally he produced them and with cold, trembling hands managed to unlock the door. Finally out of the rain they began to laugh.

Leaving a river of wetness behind them as they ascended the stairs to their top floor loft, the pair stumbling over each other, unable to break apart their vigorous mouths from devouring their mate's.

"Pet, mmmm...just...mmmm...a..." William tried to speak around her mouth. "Must...ahhh...door....."

"I want you..." Buffy breathed out, her hands already unbuttoning his suit jacket and unbuckling his belt. Successfully, Buffy accomplished her task before he could open the door, she pulled out his impressive erection and began to stroke it.

"Buffy!"

"Get the door open or I'm going down on you in the hallway!" Quick as lightening he inserted the key into the lock and opened their front door. He managed to retrieve the key before Buffy shoved him through the door. He knew what she wanted and where she wanted it. As he closed the door and locked it again, Buffy pulled his coat off his shoulders, then the suit jacket, yanking down his tie, but before she could tear open his shirt, he stalled her motions.

"I'll start a fire, you get the wine." She exhaled, suddenly embarrassed at her actions, though he certainly wasn't. His hands wrapped themselves around her neck, then down her shoulders. "I want to ravish you in the dark, the fire alighting our skin while the rain crashes against the windows. I want you on your hands and knees, panting like you're in heat for me, begging for my cock..." Speechless after that little command, Buffy went to the kitchen and retrieved the chilled white wine they'd put in the fridge before going out, and two glasses. She returned to the living room where William was stoking the fire, already naked. He'd discarded his wet clothes by the front door. He was almost always prim and proper, but tonight they hadn't a care in the world.

Over the course of the past year or so, Buffy had discovered that her irrepressible poet was a more integral part of Spike than she'd known. William was all about passion, with the odd kink thrown in for good measure. When they were alone he wasn't shy about anything anymore, least of all sex. It took him a while to gain comfort in sometimes being the one in control, but once he got a taste of it, he loved it and so did Buffy. She knew that when he'd lived he'd had no opportunities to be a man, merely seeing to the affairs of his estate and caring for his ailing mother. Buffy let William be himself and he'd proved to be the kindest, most passionate and amazing man she'd ever known.

She came over to him and handed him the bottle and glasses before disrobing and coming down to the sheepskin rug that lay before the roaring fire. He poured them each a glass and waited for her to join him.

"I've changed my mind," he said, giving her the wine glass. Buffy curled up next to him and they watched the fire together, sipping their wine.

"About what?"

"I'd like to make love to you slowly instead, like our first time. Celebrate it. I don't want to be some horrid brute."

"That's not what you are, and it's not like I can't handle it. Still the Slayer here."

"It is...enjoyable...on occasion, but I prefer it slow and tender." She leaned in and kissed him sweetly. "Your hair's soaking wet."

"I was in the rain. You're cold."

"I'll be warm soon enough. A toast first."

"Alright." Holding his glass up, William cleared his throat and began.

"Buffy, my love, my wife......my...this........wife....day....." William's words fell away and were replaced by a sudden tremor that made his entire body shake. "Take.....the......glass..." Most of the wine spilled as a now panicking Buffy took the wine glass from him before it shattered in his hand.

"William? Tell me what's the matter!" He gripped his head, moaning in sudden and violent agony. When Buffy touched him he leapt forward, throwing them both several feet across the room. He landed on top of her, cock shockingly hard against her thigh. He gripped her shoulders with bruising force and it took Buffy several seconds to come back to herself.

When she opened her eyes she was at first dizzy and the fire seemed too close and too bright, but soon enough she realized it wasn't the fire, but the yellow eyes of a demon. "Spike?!" Buffy cried, in too much shock to react beyond the calling of his name. He snarled viciously and lunged for her throat.

The Slayer could have stopped him, but for a reason she couldn't formulate into rational thought, she didn't. His fangs sliced through her skin and delved deep into the vein. The vampire sucked ravenously, pulling her blood from her body, ignoring her protests as she struggled beneath him.

"Spike..." Buffy cried quietly, feeling unbelievably dizzy and ill from such a sudden loss of her blood. "Spike, stop...please!! Spike!"

Her words finally penetrated his psyche and he realized she was in pain, what he was doing and his own state of arousal. Suddenly horrible images from their past flashed through his mind. He let out a wounded, panicked cry and pushed himself off her, skittering back across the rug until he hit the arm chair. Buffy was weak and disoriented, but managed to crawl towards him. The closer she got, the better she could hear the disturbing words pouring nonsensically from his mouth.

"Hurt...hurt the girl...hurt my girl...my Buffy....I'm all dirty again, never come clean....can't....Buffy, don't let him send me away, you've been mine for a year.......died for her, I did...."

When Buffy reached him he began to sob, shrinking from her and curling himself into a ball, trying to hide. Gently she took hold of his hands and put them around her waist, then with her own she cupped his face and directed him to look at her.

"Baby, listen to me, you're not dirty. You don't have to be afraid."

"I hurt you." He wanted to look away in shame, but her eyes were so full of love and offering him solace, he couldn't turn away.

"No you didn't, you were hungry, I understand. It's alright. I promise."

"No alright...never alright......never again. Too much...shouting."

"William, Spike...you did it before, you can do it again. You guys learned to work together, to be one man. You're not alone this time. You know I love you, right? No matter who you are or who you become, I love both the demon and the soul. I love you."

"Love you..." He reached up and touched the blood that trickled down her chest, he smeared it with his fingertips, drawing the same patterns on her skin as William had on the bathroom mirror so long ago.

"C'mere." She pulled him forward until she could encompass him in her arms, laying his head on the pillows of her breasts. He snuggled in close to her as if he were a small child.

"M'cold."

"Not on the outside, honey, the fire's very warm. Let yourself feel it, let me warm you up."

"I've ruined your anniversary. Sorry."

"Nothing's ruined, we're together, we have so much to celebrate. Like how much we love each other. Will...Spike....I don't know what to call you."

"William. Please. Don't think I should be Spike anymore."

"You're still him...the name isn't important. But I like William, I'm used to it."

"Your husband's name, William Covington, the name you took on your wedding day."

"Yeah." She began to stoke his hair, it was in bad need of a cut, but Buffy liked it long and curly. "Do you remember how I tripped on the hem of my dress when I was walking down the aisle? Good thing Giles was there otherwise I would've fallen flat on my face!"

"I remember....I was nervous...afraid you'd turn and run." She smiled to herself. It was good to get him talking. Now she had to get his other half to open up too.

"Do you remember also that time...after you'd come home from being held prisoner by the First Evil? It was the night we took the Potentials out for training in the graveyard? I hurt your ribs when we were demonstrating....anyways, after we took the girls back to the house, we went out by ourselves."

"You held my hand."

"We walked all over Sunnydale and didn't see a single vampire or demon. It was just you and me."

"You held my hand the whole time. Like you were my girl."

"I think I was, or starting to be."

"You kissed my cheek n' told me you were happy I was there. I nearly cried."

"I could see it, I wished I had something to say...but I'm not good with words, I was terrible with them back then."

"Keep talking to me, Buffy. Just...need to hear your voice...need you here."

"I'm not going anywhere, you know that."

"I'm scared....William, he doesn't want to go away....Spike, doesn't know if you love him. I...I'm me, love, but I don't know which I am...who am I?"

"The man I love. I know you're hurt and confused and it's going to be tough, for the soul and demon to merge properly, but you've done it before and can do it again. William, after the past year and a half, you must know how vital you are to me. We're married. We know everything about each other. You know everything Spike knew. As for Spike...lemme see your face." He looked up at her, eyes full of tears, full of fear. "Come on, for me?" He changed and was humbled by her sweet smile, welcoming him home. She guided his fanged mouth to her breast, offering her blood and the intimacy of drawing it from her nipple.

He cast an uncertain look in her eyes and was rewarded by her hand at the back of his head bringing him to her. He closed his eyes and closed his mouth around the sweet flesh. When he bit into her she gasped in pleasure and rocked them gently. Her breathy sigh and the rapid beat of her heart encouraged him and he suckled urgently, gaining strength not from her blood, but from the love she infused him with.

Buffy lay herself back, taking her vampire with her until they lay sprawled on the sheepskin rug before the blazing fire. Once he was satiated, he let the ripe breast slip from his mouth. Her skin glistened in the fire light and there wasn't a drop of blood spilled. Buffy saw the puncture wounds and smiled, comforted. She pulled him up and opened her thighs to him, cradling his hips between hers. The vampire face faded away and the more familiar one appeared.

"I think..." he began, "That I would like to always be called William. I think that's who I am now...not the man when I died, not the demon I was...not even the man that came back from Africa. I'm your husband, I live in this flat, I live to love you. I'm not too sure just who I am, love."

"We'll figure it out together." He sunk his cock into her moist quim, and then they rested in each other's embrace, watching the fire. There was a gentle ebb and flow at their joining, just enough to give them a quiet pleasure that permeated to the core. The feeling of closeness and acceptance began to help William feel a balance inside himself. Both soul and demon found solace and completion in the sanctuary of Buffy's love.

Absentmindedly she stroked the back of his neck, her toes toying with his ankles. He watched the fire, tears still falling from his eyes, then hid his face against her neck. He rolled them over so that his weight wouldn't burden her, bringing them closer to the fire. With his arms wrapped around her back he began to move his lips over her throat. Shuddering breaths interrupted his attempts to make love to her, his emotions still raw and tormenting him as he searched for peace. Buffy drew back, sitting astride him. She guided her hands to her hips and began to move atop him. She didn't rise, keeping him fully inside her, but made circular motions with her hips while tensing her inner muscles around him.

"Do you still want to go to Paris tomorrow?" she asked in a quiet voice, her palms flattening across his breast as she leaned over him. Her long tresses of golden hair cascaded down over her arms and his.

"I promised...yes."

"We could stay here. We can spend the time alone, like this. We'll make love, help you feel like you again."

"I want to go. I want to show you Paris. I'll take you places you never dreamed of, show you the beauty hidden in the city. The places only demons know. Then I'll show you the places I visited when I was human. I'll dance you around in the hall of mirrors at Versailles after dark. Make love to you all over Pere LaChaise, on the tombs of great poets." Buffy laughed at the idea, but both knew it thrilled her, given the increased gyrations of her hips. "Buffy? Do you really love me?" She wasn't sure just who was asking, the demon or the soul, but either way her answer would be the same.

"I love you, only you, forever you."

"When we get to Paris can we find an old church, one out of the way where there's no crowds? And will you marry me again?" Buffy knew which side of him was asking this time. The demon wanted more proof of her acceptance and love for him.

"Yes! Yes, I'll marry you." He smiled, bright and brimming with joy. His hands closed around her small waist and he began to move her up and down the length of his shaft, her breasts and her blond hair bouncing.

"And...and I promise not to change too much! You'll barely know the demon's there, I'll still be the William you love..." Buffy pitched herself forward and grasped the back of his neck, pulling him up with her. She locked her arms around him tightly, pressings their chests together. She looked him straight in the eyes, hers were storming. With a little expert maneuvering, she got her legs around his waist.

"Stop it," she whispered, grinding herself against him and tensing around his cock, bringing them both to the precarious edge before orgasm.

"What?"

"Anyone ever tell you talk to much?"

"Yes, you tell me all the time."

"Now's not the time for talking. But I'll say this one last time. I love you, soul and demon, equally and forever."

"M'sorry...I'm all jumbled inside, don't know one bloody end from the other." Already she could see bits of Spike emerging. William rarely uttered a "bloody".

"You don't need to figure it out right now....just feel us, let me anchor you. You can feel me, can't you? Feel me....William..." Their coupling quickly reached a fever pitch. Their mouths fused together, tongues and lips devouring the others. William abandoned himself to making love with his wife. His wife. She belonged to him and gave herself and her to him without reservation. He reached for her hand and threaded their fingers together, emulating their last moments in the Hellmouth before his death. Their hands rose, illuminated by the flames in the hearth. They remembered and relieved one of the most monumental moments in their lives together. Buffy looked at him with tears shimmering in her eyes. "I love you." Her orgasm came first, as if saying the words to him again were some sort of amplifier to their pleasure. She supposed it was, as he followed her quickly after. They cleaved to each other, hands still clasped and he leaned close to her ear to whisper.

"I know."



The End





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