A/N – Thanks
to Marsters’ Girl for beta’ing this fiction!
Chapter Fourteen
The
plane landed and the slayer, vampire, witch, zeppo and see-er got out, each
breathing in a deep breath at being free.
Though the first two didn't need to breathe. Although the plane was very comfortable, and actually quite
homey, they all were sick of it after eight hours!
Their
luggage was loaded into two vans, the slayer and her vampire were told that the
larger van on the left was theirs.
Though no one said anything- they all knew that Angel was in the
other. Cordelia went to travel with her
boss, while Xander and Willow said they wanted to be with the Buffster.
"Great!" Spike muttered under his breath.
Both
vans were similarly decked out, with a long seat at the front for the driver
and two more, while the back was set out with a magically enhanced cooler for
the blood and fresh food. There were
sleeping bags curled up in the corner and there was a fold out double bed for
the two vampires to take shade from the sun during the day.
Xander
and Willow sat at the front, with Xander driving, whilst Willow read out the
map instructions. Buffy and Spike were in the back on the double bed. Spike lay on his side, his back to the van
wall, watching Buffy read a magazine, his hand on the small of her back moving
in small soothing circles.
The
slayer was lying on her stomach, her legs bent at the knees, feet crossed in
the air, reading an article entitled, "Fifty Things a Girlfriend Should
Know About Her Man." *Substitute
girlfriend for mate and man for vampire, and the article could be written for
me!*
The
first few questions were the obvious, favorite color, favorite movie, favorite
ice cream, what turns him on, etc.
But
then she came across a strange one,
"If
you had to pick him out naked from a group of similarly built and colored guys
would you be able to? IE does your man
have any strange markings (other than the ones you give him!)"
Buffy's
face screwed up in concentration, as she tried to recall any markings on Spike
(other than those she'd given him). She
moved to her knees and lifted up his shirt and t-shirt, her cool fingers
sending shivers down his spine as she lightly ran her fingers over his chest,
down to his abdomen.
Spike
groaned slightly, asking, "Love, what are you doing?"
"I'm
looking for something." she
replied, as she moved her hands down to his flies, kissing his taut, muscular
stomach as she scooted down, pulling at his jeans. Spike was very hard and at
the same time confused. He tried to
bring her up to his mouth, but she growled at him, "No. I'm looking for something." She traveled down his legs, carefully
inspecting each one before flipping him over.
He
landed with an "Oomph!" she giggled at the noise.
"What
are you looking for, pet?" he
tried, as she moved up his back, her hands scraping his buttocks lightly.
"Markings."
she replied simply, lightly kissing up each vertebra.
"Markings?"
he choked out, as she bit lightly into the nape of his neck.
"Yep,
markings, distinguishing features etc."
She explained, squealing as he moved fast pinning her underneath
him.
"That’s
easy." he told her, before
capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, moving one of her hands from his
behind to his scarred eyebrow. *My eyebrow* he thought, as her soft fingers
traced his scar delicately.
*No,
I meant...* she trailed off, realizing that he couldn't have said that out loud
since they were kissing. Not breaking
away from his lips she opened her eyes and stared into his equally shocked
ones.
*Spike? Can you hear me?*
*Yeah
love. Why can you do that?*
*Hey
its not just me!* Buffy replied
indignantly.
*Sorry
- I meant why can we do this.*
*Better. I don't know maybe its a sire/childe
thing.* She suggested as they continued
kissing.
*Mmm,
I don't think so pet, its never happened with anyone else.*
*Oh
Spike* Buffy mentally moaned, as he slipped a finger into her slick channel.
*It
could be a turned slayer thing.* he
suggested, as he manipulated her clit, continuing to plunder her mouth and
core.
As
he felt her muscles contract he mentally coaxed, *Come for me, baby.* His husky words in her head was all it took,
she spasmed around his digits, his mouth covering her moans as she mentally
screamed his name.
As
she calmed he broke away from her lips, peppering kisses down her jaw, to
whisper in her ear, "Well that was different."
Buffy
just gave a quiet contented moan, answering with her mind,
*Definitely....new....powerful.* she
said, unnecessarily panting for breath, both in her head and outside.
A
knock on the sliding glass separator made them both look up, as Willow popped
her head in. Blushing at the sight of a
ruffled but satisfied looking Buffy and Spike she spoke quickly, averting her
eyes, "Um guys, there's another 8 hours of night left. Do you think you guys could drive while me
and Xander rest in the back, until day light, then we'll switch."
Buffy
smiled at the hacker, "Sure Willow, tell Xander to pull over."
As
the four swapped places, Willow showed Spike the direction they were going in,
and Buffy grabbed a couple of packets of blood for her and Spike.
Willow
and Xander both slept on the floor in sleeping bags, neither wanting to sleep
on the now folded up double bed, after what had happened on it moments ago.
Buffy
was watching the scenery wistfully as they continued to telepathically
talk. They found that touching made it
easier so, for privacy and not wanting to bother the two sleeping in the back,
they held hands and spoke mentally.
The
topics ranged from movies, to Hellmouth experiences, and they were currently
'talking' about what they felt when they first saw the other.
*I
wanted you when I saw you dancing with your mates.* Spike admitted, *You were moving so sensually to the beat, your
body moving to the music.* he mentally chuckled, *Your poor friend Xander was dancing
with a, not so discrete, hard on, while he watched you.*
There
was a pause while Buffy mentally groaned at the last bit, inducing more
laughter from Spike.
*You
know I think Dru knew, 'coz whenever I mentioned you after that she would get
all wiggy - it didn't matter that I was planning to kill you, she just
didn't....* he stopped at Buffy’s own
giggle, *What?*
*You
said, 'wiggy', you sound like me!* she answered with a giggle, Spike growled
playfully at her.
*What
about you, love?*
*I
never wanted you.* she said in a
serious voice, then ruined it by giggling.
He
raised an eyebrow and mentally drawled *Really?*
*If
I have to tell you,* she began, with a
exaggerated sigh, *Teacher/Parent night.
When you said weapons made you feel all manly then rubbed your
chest. My brain kept repeating
Vampire-Bad-Spike-Evil but my body didn't listen.*
*I
know.*
*How
do you know?* she asked incredulously, looking at him with a frown, *I never
told anyone, not even Willow.*
*I'm
a vampire, love.* he said simply, as if
it explained everything.
*Really? I hadn't noticed!* she said sarcastically.
*Heightened
sense of smell, sweets, I knew.* he
replied smugly - now it did!
*That’s
a disgusting ability!* she growled at him, slightly embarrassed.
He
just chuckled at her and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.
"Love you, slayer." he whispered into her hair.
"Love
you too." she replied, just as quietly, while they watched the beautiful
valleys as they continued to travel on the open road, Spike keeping one eye on
the car behind them.
***
*** ***
Angel
glanced into the compartment behind him at the sleeping girl, then back at the
car in front. He'd told Cordelia to
sleep as much as she could, because she'd have to drive in the daylight. She'd put up some protest, but Angel could
see that she was not only tired but slightly uncomfortable around him.
He'd
guessed it had something to do with Buffy and Spike, but he tried not to think
about that, keeping his mind on the road ahead. His keen vampire eyesight noticed that there was no reflection in
the driver's mirror meaning that Spike was driving - as Buffy didn't like to.
He
couldn't believe that he'd lost even a friendship with her. All he had left was the hope that she'd
forgive him.
*Yeah,
right.* his mind scoffed. A depressed
tear slid down his brooding features, the moon lighting it up, giving it a
supernatural, unearthly glow.
***
*** ***
Part
Fifteen
Giles
paced worriedly around his sitting room.
Wesley fiddled with his glasses, while Joyce rubbed a weary hand over
her features.
"Why
don't you just call her cell phone?"
she eventually asked her companions.
Giles suddenly stopped,
then
swearing up an un-Giles like storm, grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the
number to one of the four cell phones.
Buffy
picked it up on the second ring, "Hello?
Giles?"
Giles
breathed an audible sigh of relief before speaking, "Good Lord Buffy, are
you all right? I was worried when you
didn't call - how was the flight?"
"We're
all fine, Spike's driving and Xander and Willow are sleeping in the back. Cordelia's in the car behind us. I'm sorry that we didn't call, I kinda
forgot we had the cell phones!"
she said into the receiver, "The flight was amazing, like first class but better - they even
stocked the fridge for me and Spike."
Giles
smiled, as his slayer rambled on about the plane, assuring himself that she was
okay. He heard Spike say in the
background, "Tell your watcher about the mind thing, love."
"Oh
yeah and Giles you'll never guess what me and Spike found we can do - we can
talk telepathically, its kinda weird. I
mean it’s not like the mind reading thing, it’s an actual conversation."
Giles
interest peaked and he pushed for more information, "How did you discover
this?"
"I
don't think you really wanna know, Giles." Giles blushed at the implications, "Do you think this is
another turned slayer plus?"
"Well,
I haven't read of such an occurrence in the watcher diaries, but that could be
because most slayers were killed before their new powers could be
explored."
Buffy
felt a pang of sadness in heart, but she forced herself to answer normally, "Yeah,
I guess. Listen Giles can you tell my
mom and Dawn I'm okay, I'm sure she's worried."
"Your
mother's here now if you would like to speak with her?"
"Sure." she heard the exchange of hands in the background
and Giles filling Wesley in on the telepathic thing then her mother's voice,
"Hi sweetie! How was the plane
journey?"
"Hi
mom, the plane was great, long flight, but comfortable. Where's Dawn?"
"Oh,
I packed her up with pizza and homework."
"Right...she
has her mid-terms soon right?"
"Apparently
- though not though you'd notice...not that you were much better!"
"Mom!"
Joyce
laughed. "How's Spike? Did he have to be in a box as well?"
"Spikes
fine, and no he didn't - the plane was sun proofed, so he didn't go
poof!" Buffy smiled at her
mother's light tittering.
"I'm
glad your okay, I was worried."
"I
know, I'm sorry. But don't worry, look
why don't you get some sleep you sound tired, I'll call you tomorrow."
"Okay
honey, your right."
"As
always. Bye mom."
"Bye
Buffy, I love you." she replied, yawning the last word.
"You
too, mom."
And
with that they hung up. Buffy tossed the
phone back into the bag on the floor and curled back into Spike's embrace.
***
*** ***
All
three vampires smelled the sunrise hours in advance, their survival instincts
telling them to find shelter. About
half an hour before the sun was due to rise, Spike parked the van and woke the
two in the back. As Xander and Willow
got out, they watched Spike carrying a sleeping Buffy in his arms from the
front seat.
Willow
dashed back in and unfolded the bed turning down one side. As she got out, Spike gave her a quiet
"Thank you." and both humans
were shocked to see the emotions swirling in his eyes as he gently placed the
slayer in the bed, covering her.
They
were bemused by his actions, having seen this same vampire, who was tucking
their best friend in bed with a gentleness they had never expected of him,
brutally murder innocents and having read of the awful violence he placed on
others, his moniker 'Spike' didn't exactly fit with the caring....man they saw
tending to their friend before them.
They
closed the door as quietly as they could before returning to the front seat
where Xander once again began driving, while Willow continued to sleep, using
her sleeping bag that she'd brought with her as a cushion.
***
*** ***
Angel
noticing that the van in front had stopped, switching off the engine he, went
to wake Cordy. As they switched places
they too regarded the soul less vampire gently carry the slayer into the back
of the van, covering her. Angel's
perceptive sight, saw him tenderly brush a stray hair from her face and lean
down to kiss her softly on the forehead.
As
Cordelia's hand brushed his as she reached for the keys, Angel broke his gaze
from his childe and love. Mumbling an
apology he moved to the back of the van, closing it behind him with a small click
and attempted to get some sleep, as he had a feeling he would need his strength
for the upcoming days, both physical and emotional.
***
*** ***
As
the door shut Spike removed his clothes and, dressed only in his boxers, moved
to Buffy. He took off her shoes and
socks, before slipping her back under the sheets, dressed in a midnight blue
crop top and light blue shorts.
Spike
moved behind Buffy and carefully, so as not to wake her, slid into the sheets
next to her. Her body reacted to his
presence, instinctively snuggling up to him, her head on his now naked chest,
her hand curled just below her face.
Spike allowed the van's movements to lull him to sleep, a small smile
playing on his lips.
Buffy
awoke four hours later and extracted herself from Spike's embrace and quickly
downed a couple pints of blood, before brushing her teeth and washing her face
in the small sink.
Hearing
the movement behind them, Willow opened the separator a crack, far away from
Spike. "Morning." she greeted
"Hi,
do you guys need some food?" the
slayer asked.
"Please. There's some fruit and sandwiches in the
fridge and there's chocolate in the little box." Willow replied, she'd been up for an hour and was hungry. Buffy passed the items through the small gap
and giggled quietly, at the happy squeak Xander gave at the sight of
chocolate.
Her
gaze passed around the room, finally falling on the still sleeping
vampire. Picking up her personal stereo
and a magazine Willow must have left, she sat down on the bed propping her head
back on the wall. She put in her earphones and pressed play allowing the
erotically charged music to fill her head as she turned the pages of the
magazine, not really reading anything, just looking at the pictures of clothes
she wanted to buy.
Her
hips swayed unconsciously to the beat, she imagined her and Spike dancing that
night so long ago. As arousal flooded
her system at the thought of his hands on her she decided he could sleep
later. Removing her headphones, but
allowing the music to continue playing so that she could still hear it, she set
down the magazine and moved to straddle her mate.
She
felt him harden at the pleasant burden, and she smiled, lowering her mouth to
his chest kissing up to his mouth.
Once
there she parted his lips with her mouth and slipped her tongue inside, to play
with his. She felt him kiss her back
and his hands move to her waist, keeping her flush against his erection, which
had gotten harder as he had awoken.
*Morning*
he projected in to her mind.
*Morning,
sleep well?* she asked
*Woke
better!* he replied, smiling into the kiss.
*I
was thinking...* she began but was cut off,
*Oh
no, not that*
*Shut
up! I was remembering that time we
danced - in that club. The music...*
she trailed off, rubbing her throbbing groin in to his in an attempt to put
some pressure on her clit, as her memories sparked her lust further.
*So
sexy, so very bloody sexy.* Spike said,
his own memories of that night resurfacing.
*Very tempting.*
*Obviously!*
she replied wryly, *I had like twenty guys after me.* Buffy said, as she slipped a hand into his boxers, lubricating
him with his pre-cum.
Spike
growled angrily at the reminder and Buffy broke the kiss. "Love you, Spike." She panted unnecessarily into his mouth.
Spike growled again, this time lustfully and drew her lips back to his.
Buffy
unbuttoned her shorts, and pushing down his boxers impaled herself on him,
allowing him to fill her completely.
Both groaned throatily from the sensation, it had been nearly 20 hours since
they'd made human love and Spike loved the way her muscles clenched around him
as she found her release, Buffy adored the feeling of his cool seed shooting
into her womb, growling as he came.
As
they hovered on the edge of release they vamped out sinking out their fangs
into the others necks, both mentally shouted the others name as Buffy collapsed
on top of Spike. They both retracted
their fangs licking and sucking at the wound.
Still intimately connected with Spike, Buffy closed her eyes; Spike's
gentle stroking of her back lulling her to sleep.
And….oh my good god yes…there’s more!