Willow awoke and sleepily smiled at Oz, who pressed a kiss to her lips before going back to sleep.
She'd had sex, done it, gotten pelvic with Oz. Needless to say now was a good time for a best friend’s chat.
Leaving Oz's bed with the explanation to ensure Buffy was still Buffy, not cat-Buffy, Willow traveled to Rovello Drive. The morning sun warmed her skin, sending tingles through her body - tingles that reminded her of the night before.
Quickening her step, Willow walked up Buffy's drive and knocked on the door. She waited for a couple of minutes and knocked again.
*** *** ***
Buffy heard a light knock and attempted to remove herself from Spike's embrace. The cool arms around her only tightened and a small growl escaped his lips as he refused to let go.
Giving up before really trying, Buffy decided to leave whoever it was at the door - if they really needed to speak to her they would come back later or phone her. Seeing that she wasn’t going to try to leave again Spike pressed a light kiss to the back of her neck and slipped back asleep, her steady heartbeat all he could hear, her warmth still surrounding him all he could feel, her - all he wanted.
*** *** ***
Realizing that Buffy probably wasn't there, Willow was about to walk away and call back later, when she remembered that Mrs. Summers was away. Maybe the slayer was having a lie-in?
Nabbing the spare key she knew they kept under the welcome mat (which of course didn't have the words welcome on it!), she let herself in.
"Buffy?" she gently called, moving further into the house, closing the door behind her.
*** *** ***
At the sound of the front door opening and closing, Buffy awoke from her half sleep like state, attempting to remove her self again.
Spike growled, rubbing his head against hers, "Where are you going?" he asked.
"I thought I heard the front door." she said, turning to face him.
He pressed his lips to hers, kissing her gently "Ignore it, baby." he said huskily before capturing her lips in a dizzying, passionate kiss that sent her head spinning.
When he broke the kiss off for her to breathe, he claimed her lips again not giving her a chance to reply. His free hand moved lower to play with her breasts, tugging on her hardened nipple gently, causing the slayer to moan into his mouth. Removal of herself from the bed now the last thing on her mind.
*** *** ***
Willow moved upstairs, "Buffy?" she asked quietly. Seeing her friends door was slightly open and hearing what she thought was voices, she crossed over and entered saying, "Hey, Buffy I hope you don't mind, I just came in...and...I....woah!"
The hacker's eyes bugged at the sight of an apparently naked Buffy and Spike kissing passionately. Though she couldn't see Spike's other hand she had a fair idea what he must have been doing with it from the sounds erupting from the slayer's throat.
Finding her voice again, she screamed, "BUFFY!?!" her face redder than her hair.
*** *** ***
The slayer broke the kiss at the sound of her friend’s voice, "WILLOW!" she screamed, turning bright red. The red head ran out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her, calling, "Sorry!" and running down the stairs.
Knowing that she would have to speak with Buffy Willow resisted the nearly all-consuming urge to run out the front door, and sat on the couch in the living room instead. With her hands clasped over her knees she waited, chewing nervously on the inside of her mouth, her face calming in color only slightly.
*** *** ***
Spike sighed as he watched Buffy move to her cupboard, finding some clothing quickly. She was dressed in record time - twenty seconds- and was pacing in front of the cupboard. She could hear Willow downstairs and was dreading the confrontation that was soon to begin.
Hearing her lover sigh she paused in her pacing and crossed over to him, sitting next to him. Spike sat up, pulling her into his arms. Kissing the top of her head he quietly spoke, "Go to your friend love, she's still down there."
It was Buffy's turn to sigh and she moved her head to meet his mouth in a short, tender kiss. He leaned his forehead against hers as she spoke, "Will you still be here when I come back?" she asked timidly, scared that all these run-ins with her friends would make him want to leave. She hated herself for even thinking it, but...
He looked at her with slight hurt in his eyes, "Of course I will." he reassured her, pressing his lips to hers once more.
She sighed in relief then got up, "I'll go have a shower while you talk to the witch." She smiled at him then left the room.
"I love you." he whispered into the empty room. His perceptive hearing picked up the slayer's voice in the hallway,
"I love you too." He smiled then got out of the bed, making it quickly he grabbed a towel from the floor and wrapping it around his waist, and proceeded to the bathroom.
*** *** ***
Buffy walked slowly down the stairs and sat down opposite the best friend. At the sight of her, the bright red returned to Willow's face and she looked to the floor. Neither said anything for some time.
"Buf.."
"Will.."
The tense air was broke with some much-needed laughter and Willow met her friend’s eyes as she spoke.
"I'm sorry Will, I didn't mean for you to find out like this. I tried to call you but no-one answered."
"I was at Oz's" the redhead said, blushing once more.
Buffy's eyes bugged and she giggled, "Willow! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to - that’s why I came round. When no-one answered I figured you were still asleep."
"Spike wouldn't let me get up!" Buffy said, blushing but giggling, the hacker giggled in return.
"I'm sorry." they said at the same time, then smiled in understanding - thankful that their friendship had not been lost.
Thirty Minutes Later...
"I can't believe you woke up on him - how embarrassing!"
"I know!" Buffy cringed, but then brightened, "I think we pissed the hell out of Angelus though!"
Willow smiled, "I don't get Angelus though - why tell you he loved you now?"
"I think he wanted me moping over him 24/7, but 'cause I'm with Spike I think he gets I don't love him anymore."
The hacker nodded, but asked, "Do you still love Angel - not Angelus but Angel."
Buffy sighed, "I don't think so, I mean I was looking through that translation and discovered all it did was give him a load of guilt. Then that would mean it created a different person than he was with his soul. Was the love I thought I felt really true? Because I could never love Angelus, he's a fucking wanker." she replied, unconsciously using Spike's terminology.
Up above them they heard Spike's laughter and the slayer called up, "STOP LISTENING!"
Definite snickering but Spike responded innocently, "I'M NOT!"
The hacker giggled and the slayer sighed, "YEAH RIGHT!"
"Sorry, Wills. But you get what I mean?"
"I think so."
"Soooo, tell me about you and Oz - how'd that happen?"
"Well...I guess I just had to Carpe Diem!"
Buffy giggled, "You go girl!" she said in a horrible, Jerry Springer audience accent and the two girls burst out laughing.
*** *** ***
Drusilla was on her back, Angelus had been pounding into her for nearly 6 hours straight, and this was in no way satisfying.
She'd spent the last few hours planning a tea party for Miss. Edith. She hadn't had one for quite some time, and she deserved one after being such a good girl. A thought struck Drusilla, and thanking Miss Edith, she locked eyes with the furious Vampire on top of her. Angel was about to shout at her when she spoke, "Look into my eyes."
His movements stopped and he swayed under her hypnotic eyes, "Be in me. Be in me." she continued. She covered his eyes with one hand saying, "See with your heart." As she removed her hand, Angelus's eyes bugged and his face erupted in a huge smile.
Drusilla frowned, she'd never seen her sire smile like this. He looked...happy?
"Buffy?" Angel whispered, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. Before the blond under him could reply he pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue between her lips, caressing hers with his.
She'd left Spike, she'd come home. Home to him. So was his childe dead?
Drusilla didn't know what to make of it - her sire had never kissed her like that, though it wasn't really her he was kissing Miss Edith reminded her, and she frowned slightly.
He broke the kiss, "Oh Buff, I knew you'd never leave me for Spike. Did you kill him?" he asked eagerly.
Suddenly 'Buffy' screamed and Drusilla broke her hold over Angelus. Angel watched as Buffy turned into Drusilla before his eyes. Before he had time to react, Drusilla had thrown him off of her.
He looked from the floor, dazed, "Dru?"
But the crazy vampiress wasn't listening, she sat, hugging her knees to her chest, rocking. "Spike, my Spike." she moaned, tears running from her wide brown eyes. Suddenly she looked up at her sire, "Where is he?"
The ice in her voice shocked even Angelus and he answered, "At the slayer’s."
"Oh no, the slayer....she'll ruin our happy home......she's taken my Spike." she wailed, holding her head in her hands.
Drusilla rushed off the bed, not caring that she was naked, and ran from the room to her own. Dressing quickly she ran from the mansion towards the slayers home.
*** *** ***
Willow had left the slayers house over an hour ago, and since then the bleached blonde couple hadn't left the bedroom, more specifically the bed. Buffy watched through half lidded eyes as Spike moved from her lips to her breasts. She moaned loudly as he swirled his cool tongue around one dark nipple, then kissing her other breast delivered the same treatment to it.
He kissed and licked his way down her body, pressing a light kiss to the hollow of her thigh, he moved closer to her core. He gently licked up each lip, before sucking the small nub into his mouth. Thrusting two of his fingers in and out of her, he continued sucking and flicking over her clit. Buffy soon came screaming his name as release wracked through her body.
Allowing her to calm down, he slowly kissed back up her body. Spike molded his mouth to her slightly open, panting one, and slipped his tongue inside, caressing hers. Throatily moaning, Buffy lowered her hands, stroking him until he thought he would explode.
With a small groan he moved her arms above her head, thrusting into her slick, warm body. She keened by his ear and he raised his head to capture her lips again as he continued thrusting. As their release neared, Spike thrust harder and Buffy slammed her hips up to meet him, the bed banging noisily on the wall. Buffy suddenly clamped down on Spike as her orgasm shook through her body.
Spike thrust twice more before spilling his cold seed deep within her as he bit down on the curve of her neck. Sucking gently for a moment he retracted his fangs, kissing and licking the wound, purring as he did so.
Buffy buried her fingers in his short, peroxide blonde hair and whispered, "I love you, Spike." In response Spike purred louder, nuzzling her neck. Spike moved them to their sides but refused to slide out of her or leave her neck. So there they lay, slightly covered by a thin sheet, more content then they thought possible.
"SPIKE!" Drusilla's shrill woke the half-slumbering couple, minutes later. Buffy lay flat on her back, her head lolling to the open window as Spike looked over her.
"What is this? The neighborhood peep show?" the slayer asked sarcastically.
Drusilla's eyes widened hearing the purr that was slowly dissipating, and upon viewing the bite marks on Buffy's neck screeched, "Spike! You've marked her! A slayer! What were you thinking of? You've marked her as your own!" she repeated.
"Yeah?" Spike asked, his eyebrows raising in question.
Drusilla frowned, "You love her." she stated waiting for him to deny it.
Spike nodded, kissing Buffy's neck, "You have Angelus, Dru. Go home to him."
"Noooo!" she wailed, then she stared at the slayer with contempt in her eyes, "You, you've ruined my happy home!"
"'Happy home?'" Buffy sneered, "Make your mind up! You can't have Spike when he's well and Angel when he's not - that’s not nice, what would Miss Edith say?" she asked mockingly.
"Miss Edith would say that my love should come home with me." she stated, glazing her eyes in an attempt to move into Spike's head and stop the madness.
Spike felt her attempts and shook his head mockingly, forcing her out of his head with decades of practice under his belt, "I love the slayer, Dru. You don't need to look in my head to tell you that."
Drusilla screamed, pounding on the invisible barrier. Spike reached over and grabbed a tissue then carefully picked up a cross from Buffy's open slayer's bag and threw it at the still screaming vampiress.
It hit her and she flung herself from the roof, growling in pain. She ran from the house, hands flailing wildly.
Buffy sighed and turned to face Spike, who leaned down and kissed her. He moved back and said, "You know, for people who broke up with us they're kinda crazed over our seeing other people." Buffy giggled, the sound stopped by Spike's lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss.
*** *** *** ***
It was Sunday afternoon before either slayer or vampire greeted the world. Buffy had rang Giles the previous night to blow off training, saying that she was tired and catching up on her sleep.
Though Giles didn't believe her, knowing full well that her mother was out of town for the weekend, he had agreed and even ignored Spike's chuckle at the slayer's excuse.
Buffy woke shortly after Spike and they made love before either said a
word. Moving to the shower they washed each other, which had lead to hands and lips gliding over wet, sleek skin. As night had fallen they had reluctantly broken apart, Spike to return to the mansion and Buffy to welcome her mother home.
Spike pulled her to him, one arm around her waist, the other hand tangled in her hair as his lips descended on hers. Buffy slid her arms up his chest and around his neck as she kissed him back, moaning quietly.
Their tongues clashed, weaving erotically, dancing their own private dance; one of devotion, one of lust , one of desire and most importantly one of love.
Spike eventually broke away, allowing her to breathe. As Buffy filled her lungs he peppered kisses down her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat, before licking and nipping his way back up to her lips.
They stood kissing for a few minutes longer, until the sound of Joyce returning broke them apart, reluctantly.
"I'll come by later tonight." Spike mumbled into her hair as they embraced.
"Good," she whispered back, "I have to patrol later though."
"I'll find you."
Pressing a quick kiss to her lips Spike left her room, quietly climbing down the tree outside her bedroom. Buffy stood in the same spot, staring after him, missing him mindlessly. Despite the interruptions, they had spent a wonderful weekend together. When they weren't making love, they talked; about anything, everything.
About their favorite foods, colors, movies, about their childhood dreams, and about places Spike had visited in his long life. If Buffy hadn't thought she'd fallen before, she definitely had now. The sound of her mother opening her bedroom door caused Buffy to turn, and she smiled fakely at her mother.
"Hey sweetie! Did you have a good weekend?"
"Yeah." Buffy responded smiling, "Did you get the art thing?"
"The seventh dynasty china dolls?" at Buffy's blank face, her mother chuckled, "Yes, and for a steal."
"That's good, um, I was gonna go out to meet Willow at the Bronze in a bit - do you mind?"
"No, you go have a good time. Tell Willow I say hi!"
Buffy smiled a real smile at her mother, "I will."
Joyce closed the door to allow her daughter some privacy as she changed, saying, "Try not to come back too late."
Buffy sighed in a patented teenage way at the closing door, before turning to her wardrobe.
She chose a midnight blue spaghetti strapped top, that crossed down her back and a black mini skirt. Pulling her hair back in a clip, she substituted her usual plain cross for the delicate, diamond necklace Spike had given her a few days ago.
Checking her make-up one last time in the window, she grabbed a thin jacket. Slipping a couple of stakes in the waist band of her skirt she left the house. She thought she'd better check in with Giles, besides Willow would probably be there. Smiling into the night the slayer walked towards the library of Sunnydale High.
*** *** *** ***
Spike entered the mansion, whistling to himself. He couldn't be happier. Well no, he could if the slayer was in his arms right now, but other than that he was happy, excited, exuberated, pleased, joyful...
There was a slight jump in his step which was controlled when one of his minions walked up to him, *David,* he thought, placing the vampire.
"Master Spike," he began, his head slightly bowed in respect.
"Yeah?"
"I thought you should know, earlier, Angelus was threatening your life, over the slayer. He says you've claimed her and he intends to kill you."
Spike just laughed.
"I thought I should also tell you that the entire coven has sworn to fight for you. As have I."
Spike smiled, "Thanks, mate. Tell the others to be on their guard, but not to worry. Angelus would have to be very stupid to start anything." he smirked, "But then this is the poof we're talking about."
The minion muffled a laugh, but went off to inform the rest.
Spike walked to his bedroom, showering briefly then quickly dressing. He was anxious to return to Buffy. As he passed Angelus fucking Drusilla on the way out the older vampire growled at him and the crazy ho pleaded with him, earning her a backhand across her face from Angelus. "Please Spike, stay with us, don't g-" she begged
"Shut up Dru." Angelus growled as he hit her. She whimpered in pain but said nothing more.
"You two have fun, I know I will! There's something divine about fucking a warm, live body - oh and did I mention the blood? Talk about a high! Guess you wouldn't know about that Angelus, seeing as she never let you." Spike said, leering at Angelus, shaking his head mockingly as he left.
Dru whimpered again, and Angelus growled, calling upon more laughter from the peroxide blonde.
*** *** *** ***
“Hello Buffy, I trust you are...rested?" Giles greeted as his slayer entered the library looking very happy.
Buffy blushed slightly as the hacker giggled from her seat at the computer, but replied,
"Yeah."
"What have you been doing young lady?" Xander asked condescendingly wondering why Buffy was blushing and Willow giggling, not knowing about her relationship with Spike. The other two present had no seen it their place, nor beneficial to have informed him.
"What haven't I been doing?" Buffy replied, then gasped in horror as she realized she'd said that out loud, covering her mouth - as though the action would take back the words.
Xander raised his eyebrows, Giles blushed and Willow was giggling like a maniac.
"RESTING, I meant resting, I've been catching up on my sleep." Buffy rectified quickly, shooting the witch a look as she began snickering.
"Yeah resting!"
"Willow!" Xander asked, realizing that he was definitely missing something. He was about to probe further with his questioning when the library doors swung open and he let out a very unmanly scream.
Buffy spun around in a fighting stance, a stake appearing suddenly in her hand.
Spike chuckled at her reaction, "Hello love," he said walking forward. Plucking the stake out of her hand before she could respond, he smashed his lips to hers. Buffy was quickly involved in the kiss, wrapped her arms around his neck, and ignored Xander's spluttering.
Spike circled his hips forward, letting her feel his erection and she moaned throatily in response, thrusting her hips into his.
"That’s Spike!" Xander screamed, regaining his voice, "As in walking, no wheelchair, wants to kill us, kissing Buffy like there’s no tomorrow Spike." He said looking at the other two who were simply continuing with their respective tasks, ignoring the mortal enemies who in turn were searching for the other's tongue with their own.
"Okay guys, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" He shouted. The kissing couple ignored him and Xander noted with increasing jealousy that Spike had now moved his hands to her hips, holding her flush against his hard-on as she rolled her hips in small circles against his.
"I think its pretty obvious, Xander." Giles said, not looking up from his re-shelving task.
"Buffy and Spike are dating." Willow explained, glancing briefly at Xander, then to the still entwined couple, who hadn't come up for breath yet, then back to Xander giving him a pointed look before returning her gaze to the latest occult site she'd found on the web.
Xander looked like he was going to faint and collapsed into the nearest chair, banging his head repeatedly on the table, chanting, "Its just a dream, its just a dream, its just a dream..."
Spike broke off the kiss, enabling his love to receive some much-needed oxygen, answering Xander, "Sorry, mate. This is as real as it gets."
"Okay, Billy-Idol reject, lets have less of the talk from you."
"Shut up, Xander." Buffy said before Spike claimed her lips again. This time he lifted her up, placing her on the counter so that she was at his eye level. Running his hands under her top, he kissed down her neck, licking and kissing his bite mark on her neck.
Moving up to her face he pressed his lips to hers briefly, before moving back slightly, "Hi."
"Hey." she responded, quietly, "I thought you were going back to the mansion..."
"I missed you?" he suggested, she smiled pressing her lips to his.
"I love you." she whispered against his lips.
He purred once at her words, his hands moving higher as he kissed her again.
The world melted away as the two lovers were lost in their private happy haze. A terrified scream broke into their euphoria. Breaking apart, Buffy turned worriedly to Willow from whom the scream had erupted, and she pointed behind them.
Both Buffy and Spike's eyes bugged at the seven foot green moss thing that stood where the doorway had once been.
"Shit." Spike's one word, summed up the groups reaction.
"Quite." Giles agreed, throwing a large machete to Buffy and a wicked looking ax to Spike.
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Seven minutes and fifteen seconds later the moss creature exploded, spraying a foul green spray over the vampire, the vampire slayer, the witch and the zeppo, and most of the library. Giles stepped out unscathed from behind a desk and was promptly attacked by three handfuls of goo.
The entire library rang with the laughter of all minus the watcher, and the vampire turned to his slayer, "Is there a shower here, pet?" he asked pulling her hips back into his, letting her feel his arousal.
Buffy's eyes sparkled and she spoke to the rest of the room, "I'm gonna go show Spike where the showers are, see you in a bit." She heard the beginning of Xander's objection but it was muted as Spike carried her out of the library.
"What the hell is going on here, Giles? Am I the only one who remembers Spike is our mortal enemy number one, peroxide undead, weird Billy-Idol wannabe with fangs. Not a fluffy bunny."
"He's a care bear with fangs." Willow said giggling, while the watcher answered Xander,
"Xander, Spike has chosen Buffy for a mate, and Buffy…uh...him. There’s nothing that I can do or would do. He doesn't want to hurt her and she loves him. I'm not going to deny her happiness."
"Fine, doesn't mean I like it."
"I quite honestly don't think it matters it you don't." the watcher replied, turning back to his newly dishevelled books, "I just put these back." he sighed.
Angered at Giles lack of reaction, Xander turned to Willow but she spoke first, "Don’t even start on me, I think its fine. Look resolve face, you've seen this face before - you know what it means." Willow nodded to further secure her argument.
Xander sighed, "Fine, whatever. I'm gonna go Bronzing, Wills want to come with?
"Yeah, sure." She shut down her computer, turning to Giles, "Will you tell Buffy I went home to change and I'll meet her at the Bronze. That is if you don't need us."
Giles smiled at the hacker, "No, go on. I'll inform Buffy when she returns,"
"Later." Xander said and Willow followed, leaving the watcher to clean up the library on his own.
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