Part Four
Her nose tickled. And it was kinda cold. On the upside, she felt more than a little comfy almost fully sprawled over some yummy textured Spike. Buffy drifted toward wakefulness with the insane urge to sneeze. As soon as she shifted and lost the softness of hair against her nose, however, the impulse dropped.
Her skin felt damp, no doubt because of the shower she took and hadn’t dried off from. But then Spike had got her hot enough to burn off the water without the need for a towel. Without thinking, Buffy nuzzled her face in closer to Spike’s neck, finding herself gently licking the skin and marvelling at how smooth and delicious he was. He didn’t taste dead at all. More like, honey yum. Something totally biteable.
Buffy squirmed against him, her skin all fired up and wanting the friction. Her arms had twisted around his neck, her cheek resting on his shoulder while her breasts sat too gently against his chest. And she straddled him with his hard cock resting against her butt. Her decidedly achy butt.
She felt drowsy; sort of like she’d been totally drained of energy in the good way and she didn’t think she could ever move again. And who could be bothered when there was sexy Spike skin to nibble and lick? Still, something felt kind of wrong, and with barely a coherent thought, Buffy lifted herself slightly, allowing Spike’s cock to slip under enough for her to drop suddenly, impaling herself once again.
That was the spot. Now everything felt totally with the good and Buffy closed her eyes again and kissed Spike’s neck. Right up until he groaned, turned slightly and captured her lips with his own.
The kiss was lazy, a soft caress that went all the way to just seeking comfort while his cock pulsed slowly against her walls. They didn’t move more than necessary. Didn’t need to as Buffy sighed against his mouth. Nothing had ever felt so erotic to her in her entire life. Nothing she’d seen on TV, nothing she’d read in a book or even seen as other couples got it on in public places. Joining with his lips was beautiful and the building need for more was almost luxurious in its intensity.
“Spike,” Buffy whispered against his mouth and it was perfect—an opening to receive his tongue and a change in the moulding of her lips to his. This kiss gave her shivers, made the beat of her heart escalate slowly until it was pounding in her ears. And still she was stretched around his cock, her body slowly awakening to a steady, shallow rock so that she could feel him smooth and long inside her.
Buffy could hear Spike drag in a shuddering breath before pulling her close again and losing himself in her taste. A gentle buzz vibrated throughout her body as she gave in to this feeling, this sensation of falling into him. Never could she have expected that falling asleep on a date with Riley Finn could lead to this kind of dreaminess. And it did feel like a dream.
Then she moved. Tightened her arms around his neck and rubbed sensitive nipples against his chest. It upped the urgency and before she knew it, Buffy was sliding up and down on him, moans erupting from her throat. She flung her head back, dragging Spike closer to her until his face was buried against her breasts, licking and biting ripe little pink nubs as the slipperiness between them began to burn like fire. Buffy felt the heat, couldn’t help the moans turning to grunts as she quickened the buck of her hips, feeling so close even as she pulled Spike away and watched herself gyrate on Spike’s cock.
“Can you feel it, Buffy?”
And she so could, felt it so deep that she wanted to chew her arm off to stop the feeling of never reaching it. Each plunge down and it scratched the surface, rubbed her raw of sensation until it built too high to contain.
“Yes,” she breathed against his lips. And there it was, the pinnacle she’d aimed for by letting him slip back inside and reminding her how she got into such a tangle just by sitting at the Scooby table. How she’d been introduced to another world simply by taking a risk.
And as the wave of orgasm took her over, demanded an attention to detail she’d never really experienced before, Buffy pulled away and looked into Spike’s awestruck eyes. As she watched he changed, his bumpies breaking the beauty of his skin and his fangs reminding her exactly who she was sharing this with.
Buffy smiled and offered her neck, sighing as his fangs sliced gentle into the skin of her throat.
When he was finished, she felt warmth shoot through her as her body collapsed against him. She felt euphoric, allowing a sappy smile to settle against her lips as she snuggled into Spike again. And then his words reached out and tapped her on the shoulder, words said softly and within a bubble of insecurity.
“You still my girl, Buffy?”
He knew that she was; once she’d agreed to his claim it couldn’t be easily broken, and certainly not following a night of continual consummation. It wasn’t possible for her to be free of him now, but Spike couldn’t hold back that not so tiny flicker of fear that she still hated him and would bring all his altered hopes crashing about his ears. That she would remember nothing but what he was—had been to her in her past—and would bypass over him in favour of forgetting it all.
Buffy was back in the Bronze, back feeling the first sting of Spike’s sharp teeth in her throat as he drank her blood. Feeling her heart pound as she felt overwhelmed by her trust that came out of nowhere and the words that she somehow knew created a promise that would forever affect her life.
It wasn’t a powerful enough indication of a mistake for her to lose the smile.
The decision seemed to already have been made, and as she grinned and pecked his lips, she nodded.
With a force that hadn’t been expected, she felt the cold eruption of fluid as Spike came, came into silence and stillness. Came into happiness and security.
Several minutes passed and they continued to stare at each other, some indescribable softness leaching into the look until both were almost giddy with the surprise of this new situation. Until almost simultaneously they remembered the presence earlier in the morning of Buffy’s watcher falling through the door and passing out in shock on the cold tile floor.
A hand clapped over her mouth as a nervous giggle shot past her lips and they looked over the edge of the tub as one.
Giles was gone and Buffy fell into Spike in helpless amusement.
“Guess we’ve got a spot of explainin’ to do, pet.”
Even that rather blunt reminder of who she was, where she was, what she’d have to tell her friends wasn’t enough to pop Buffy’s bubble. Spike had broken something loose inside her and she was no longer the naïve, restrained girl concentrating on being good before she died. Now she was a well-versed woman in the ways of love and she was so not ready to give up on life. If anything, Buffy had found promise and hope out of giving evil a way into her life, out of giving Spike a crumb neither of them might have known he could want. Not just having an effect on the superficial desires of her body, there was something else that told her this was the right choice—the only choice for her to be free.
In the face of gaining a powerful knowledge of herself and of adding another needed support in her group, telling Giles and her friends that she’d managed to get herself mated to a vampire in the midst of carnal passions didn’t have that clang of doom to it like she’d expected.
In fact, the escalating babble outside the bathroom door indicated to the nude couple that the cavalry had arrived and they’d best be getting dressed—before they ended up with a pile of unconscious Scoobies on the bathroom floor.
Buffy watched the ripple of Spike’s body as he moved to redress himself, fumbling her way through replacing her own clothing even as her body burned for more of his inhuman touch. Her gaze was hungry and she did nothing to hide it. The beginnings of a lust haze was starting to creep along her spine, fingers dropping slack as she began to almost pant for a renewal of the night’s experiences.
“Pet? Might want to relax the hooded passion look before we step outta here. You know they’re gonna want you to tie me up, and I don’t mean in the kinky way.” He smirked at a frazzled slayer, clicking his tongue behind his teeth as he leered over the smooth flesh that was still on display to his evil eyes. “Keep lookin’ at me like that, woman, an’ I’ll take you on the floor right now.”
Buffy’s eyes flew to his, her tongue running desperately over her bottom lip as she told him urgently with her eyes that she really was okay with that. Nothing like a good sha…procrastination to keep from confronting her friends with her newest vampire boyfriend.
“Come on, Slayer. Look lively. Shake that gorgeous butt of yours and lead the way to the slaughter.”
Buffy suddenly looked scared and Spike couldn’t help but laugh at her dramatics, even though he knew in all likelihood he had a half a dozen stakes ready to impress a permanent hole in his chest right outside this door.
Her hand was clammy when she took his, her eyes focused intently on the towel hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was damp and lank as it hung there and eventually she screwed up her nose in sudden offence.
“Ewwww, how often does Giles do his laundry anyway?” The slayer took a deep breath and allowed a shaking hand to reach for the brass knob and twist it slowly. It was almost a shock when the catch loosened and the door swung inward.
There was silence even before their footsteps of dread brought them out in the open. Eyes goggled at Buffy’s obviously exhausted person, at the hand she had twisted tightly in Spike’s fist, in the damp, matted hair that stood in disarray on her head.
She looked completely screwed and Spike couldn’t help but wax lyrical in his brain about how beautiful she was.
“Guess you took that bodyguard thing seriously, huh?” Xander said, looking from one to the other before letting his jaw settle back into the original drop it had been in when they’d first made it into the room.
Buffy gulped, her head doing some strange sequence of nods and shakes until all Scooby eyes followed her and found themselves dizzy. Before she could open her mouth, and before Xander could close his, Willow stepped forward, her own hand in a similar attachment to a pretty fuller-figured blonde who looked shyly at them all through her fringe.
“I ha-have something I need to tell you guys.” The redheaded fledgling witch’s voice choked and she looked between her friends and the adult mentor who’d helped change her life.
Buffy rushed to embrace her friend, hugging her tight even as she looked curiously at the newcomer. Any confession that took the heat off her right now was so being seized and acted upon. She only hoped it was shocking enough to really get her off the hook with her current vamp lovin’.
Willow seemed to suddenly be gasping for air and as everyone rushed forward in concern, Spike tugged his slayer back to slam into his chest. Hmmm, that was the kind of pressure he liked. His body wasn’t made for endless softness.
“Ease up there on the superpowers, Buffster,” Xander attempted to joke, despite the atmosphere in the little apartment being so charged he felt like something was about to go off like a rocket.
Giles actually took a step back, his eyes resting nervously on his slayer before sweeping back to a very pink-faced Willow.
“Y-yes, Willow? Do enlighten us because I have a feeling it’s going to be a very…er…interesting day.”
Willow rung her hands together, then reached back to take the new girl’s hand in hers again. “Everyone, this is Tara. We met in the campus wicca group. Um, we kind of…well, you see, we’re…” Her eyes welled up and she looked like she was going to run.
“Oh for Pete’s sake. Spit it out, witch,” Spike growled at her and his little evil heart gloried at the jump back as she quickly threw out her news.
“Gay now,” she squeaked and jumped way back to behind the sofa, dragging her ‘friend’ along with her.
Three jaws dropped, and Xander looked at the two girls in shock. It quickly changed to one of lust, though, as thoughts of two naked women began to run through his brain. Anya stepped out from behind him, previously hidden because the whole get together was more than boring for a thousand year old ex-demon who’d seen and lived it all. Still, her man going glassy-eyed over the prospect of seeing naked lesbian wicca sex was not something she was about to tolerate. Not before their own news had hit the room.
“Wha? You’re super happy?” Buffy eyed her friend, watched as Willow clung to this Tara with serious need for understanding. And then it clicked. Her friend was gay—the friend who’d just been dumped by a werewolf. She so wasn’t going to hell alone for having a night full of delicious sex with her new mate. Especially if she could force a white hat on his peroxided head of hair.
Willow shot a scared look at Buffy, her lips not moving to confirm or deny. Then Buffy beamed and winked, showing Willow she got it and was completely fine with the sudden change of her best friend’s sexual orientation.
“That’s so great. Congratulations.” And Buffy rushed toward Tara, embracing her with strong arms and smiling a watery welcome. Then she turned back to a dumbfounded watcher and a grinning Xander. “Isn’t this great, guys? Willow’s gay. See? She has a gay girlfriend. Out with the werewolf and in with the gay. I am so relieved. I thought she was going to tell us she was pregnant. ‘Cause, baby werewolves…that woulda took some research.” Buffy’s hysterical enthusiasm came to an abrupt stop as Spike’s cool hand clapped hard over her mouth and she collapsed exhausted into his chest. Her relief that he’d made her stop could be felt strongly in the air, even if Spike didn’t have a new link to her emotions.
“Chit’s ecstatic for you, Red. Good on you. Got yourself a knockout bird. We’re all envious.”
Tara blushed prettily and giggled nervously into Willow’s back.
“Okay, now that that obvious situation has finally been resolved, Xander has some news too.” Anya stepped forward to frown everyone into refocusing their attention and then dragged a reluctant Xander in front of them.
Wary expectation faced him as he swallowed hard and took Anya’s hand in his. Really, he still didn’t know what had come over him last night, but it was like every veil had been lifted and his true love was right in front of him. He could sort of understand why Willow had brought her girlfriend for them all to meet, because that desperation to declare his love to all the world was beyond strong.
The knowledge that what he felt, that what he was doing was so right had him puffing out his chest in confident manliness.
“Anya and I have decided to get married.”
The sound of a dining chair being dragged out and a very confused, weary watcher collapsing into it was the first reply to the amazing statement. Silent seconds ticked by and then the girls were rushing in with the required gush and the requests of a beaming Anya to be bridesmaids.
Spike sat back and observed the scene with completely understandable mirth. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Red had dipped into the sherry again and planted another odd spell on them all. It wasn’t possible though. Knew because he was just as irritated with the Slayer as he’d been the day before. Had known the motivation behind putting holes in her neck had been firstly and lastly to get out of being chained in a cold bathtub and being tortured with cold pig swill while he passed the time to each day’s episode of Passions.
“Right, luv. Better strike while the iron’s hot,” Spike directed Buffy, rolling eyes at her complete lack of comprehension. “Your bit of news, pet? Now’s most likely the time to spill it out. While your friends are all with the group love and leniency. Not sure your Watcher’s hearts up for it, but best be about it, Slayer.” He smirked as Buffy flushed and then let her eyes rest at his hardening groin. He thrust his hips out in suggestion and felt deep satisfaction as he heard her heart begin to race.
“Oh, and by the way, gang. Spike and I seem to be kinda with the claimy and stuff. So, I guess we’re all true-loved up. Huh. That’s kind of weird.”
Giles groaned and they all heard his head hit the table with a resounding thud. “Why couldn’t I have been struck blind again,” a few of them heard him mumble before the excited babble began anew and Buffy was hugged and congratulated by Anya on her obviously excellent orgasm potential.
Buffy blushed, felt the satisfaction of understanding friends, and then caught Spike’s lewd suggestion with the jerk of his head back to the bathroom. In a squeaky voice, she told her friends it was time to collect Spike’s stuff from the bathroom and they disappeared back behind a closed door. When the lock reverberated through the silent unit Giles banged his head again and decided he had to leave.
“Right. Perhaps it would be nice to go celebrate this… er…very strange morning. How about we all go out for breakfast? It’s on me.” He grabbed his wallet, keys and almost ran for the door as moaning began to echo around his home.
“But what about the Buffster? Shouldn’t we wait for her?” Xander asked while watching the older man.
“Only if we want to be scarred for life. I think it more than wise we left the flammable one in the dark. Now, shall we?” And Giles led the procession out of the triple x-rated zone in a rush.
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A disgruntled elder genie flashed before them in a swirl of smoke, face screwed up as disgust at their clichéd garments overtook his need to prolong the punishment.
“Your final wish has apparently succeeded. Three couples have found happiness together and as deplorable as this is to me, it would appear I have to break you free of the curse.”
Jonathan and Andrew began jumping up and down in delirious excitement, their curly-toed shoes bumping into things and almost bringing them to the floor a number of times.
Their foolishness rankled with the genie that’d been trapped for a hundred years in a glass jar, vengeance his only wish after being tricked by lowly humans. Not the normal genie, he had the power to ignore the wishes the idiots had tried to force him into. An evil smile curled his lips as he pictured the wailing objections of the idiotic two in front of him when he’d condemned them to one hundred wishes.
Now he wished he’d made it a million. Seeing this foolish pair free again made his head hurt.
“It would be very stupid of you to try this kind of thing again. I’d leave the supernatural to more responsible people. I would hate to have to come back and make your innards spill out your noses.” And a purple flash of smoke floated in the place where he’d recently stood, Andrew and Jonathan watching half-scared that the Great One wasn’t about to return and make good on his desire.
Calm settled on them and they giggled. Freedom meant they could finally discard the genie wardrobe, and they would, as soon as they finished watching their pirated copy of Star Wars: Attack of the Clones.
Nothing came between them and poor Anakin and Padme.
A/N…I am taking license with the dates here in that it is highly possible that this flick was possibly out by the time Buffy season 4 aired. I haven’t made absolutely certain of something fitting mainly because I am lazy. However, Schez saved me from saying it was the latest movie and having no chance at pleading movie ignorance. Other than that I hate star wars with a passion. See, not even a capital letter for it! LOL. Meanwhile, finished fic! I hope you all enjoyed it.
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Thank you to all that gave this fic a read. i would love to hear what you have to say now it is at an end.