Love In Vein: Book Two - Chapter 18

Buffy held tightly onto Willow's hand as they followed the tracks into the woods. Dawn had broken almost an hour ago giving them light to search by. She had split the gang into teams and somehow Spike had ended up with Giles. Both had been apprehensive about working together at first, but after a time of tracking Oz with her and Willow, she had seen that they weren't going to kill each other and had sent them off to search in another direction.

Besides, Spike was invincible and Giles would be stupid to try anything.

She stopped Willow as something moved up ahead of them. Willow grasped hold of the tranquilliser gun a little tighter and eased forward with her. Reaching a small clearing in the woods, her heart sank as she looked at the floor.

There, curled up together and completely naked, were Oz and Veruca.

The strangled sob from Willow roused her from her own disheartened state and she wrapped her arms around her friend in a firm hug.

Oz stirred on his bed of grass and leaves as another sob escaped Willow's lips. Buffy gave him a look full of sorrow and, when he realised what was happening, she saw tears well up in his eyes.

"Will…" Oz started but trailed off as Veruca stirred behind him and he realised that all hope was lost.

"No…" Willow stood a little straighter and pushed away from Buffy's comforting embrace. She wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and looked down at her lover where he lay with another. "No…I knew…dammit…I knew all along…"

Oz lay mute, his eyes shining with tears of remorse. Buffy suddenly wished she were far away from what was happening and back in Spike's arms.

"I trusted you…Oz. God, even Spike saw it…and I still didn't say anything…" Willow cursed each tear that rolled down her cheek and struggled for control over her breathing. "I can't do this…just…keep away from me…stay away…so help me…"

Buffy turned to see Willow running into the woods and gave Oz one last look, this time full of anger.

"She loved you. She loved you and you threw it away on this? I don't understand you. You two were so…I see you near her…I swear next time a full moon comes I won't be so forgiving." With that, she turned on her heel and ran after Willow, her own tears blurring her vision as she thought about what had happened. It brought bitter memories of her own past to the surface and she began to cry in earnest.


Spike continued to read the paper as the front door swung open and he felt Buffy enter.

"Your mum just left, she was pretty pissed that you were going to wind up missing your first day back at college but I told her we might have a situ…" Spike trailed off as he found his hands suddenly bereft of paper and full of Slayer. She curled up on his lap where he sat on the couch and buried her head into his neck. He could feel hot tears scalding him as sobs racked her body. "What's wrong, baby?"

He didn't really need to ask in order to know what had happened. His suspicions about Oz and the girl had been correct and this was the result--something else in his girl's world had changed and she had been powerless to stop it.

Buffy didn't answer; she just nuzzled his neck and struggled to gain control over her feelings.

Spike wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair, letting it slip through his fingers like fine gold threads of silk as he let her cry.

"Shh…" He murmured and pressed his cheek against the top of her head as he rocked her gently back and forth, hoping the motion would soothe her.

After a while of just holding her, Spike realised she'd stopped crying and was now just clinging tightly to him. He looked down at her small hand where it was powerfully gripping his t-shirt and he placed his hand over it, holding it as his thumb brushed along her fingers.

"Spike…" Buffy croaked and kept her face hidden against his neck.

"Yeah, baby?"

She smiled slightly on being called that.

"Promise me something?"

She sounded so serious that Spike couldn't say no to her.

"Whatever you ask, sweetheart."

"That you'll never leave me?" The strangled voice in which she asked him made his chest ache. He held her a little tighter as his more possessive, protective edge took over.

"I'll never leave you. I'm yours, remember?" Spike moved her hand so it was pressed palm down against his chest, over the place where his dead heart was.

"Mine…" Buffy said quietly and stroked her fingers against his chest.

"Always." Spike replied and smiled as she looked up at him. His whole expression softened as he looked at her flushed tear stained cheeks, her blood shot eyes. "Not going anywhere, love."

For the first time, Buffy noticed that there was more to the word than just a term of endearment. Its meaning was playing out in his eyes and in the gentle way his hands were cradling her and, for a brief moment, she felt as though she couldn't breathe.

He really loved her.

She looked down at his left hand where it was resting against her thigh and holding her on his lap.

Buffy reached down and took hold of it, her eyes fixing on the ring and the finger he wore it on.

"Tell me why." She looked to him for an answer as he looked at his hand. "Why that finger?"

Spike stared at it like he'd only just realised and then let a smile creep onto his lips.

He could have told her that it was the finger it fitted on.

Or that he hadn't noticed it before.

He could have lied.

But he didn't. He just met her eyes and smoothed the hair from her wet cheeks before letting his expression become honest.

"Because that's where it wanted to be…because you gave it to me. Because I'm yours."

Buffy blinked once, twice and then kissed him fervently as a reward for his reply.

Spike closed his eyes as he kissed her back, his tongue warring with hers as she slid it into his mouth. He knit his brows as she clasped her arms around his neck, her mouth pressing harder against his as her kisses turned desperate.

He pried her off and held her at arms length as he tried to figure out what she was up to. The fire in her eyes told him everything he needed to know and he let a sly grin spread across his lips as he realised they were very much alone.

Buffy blushed violently as he picked her up and carried her towards the stairs.

"Where are we going?" She frowned as she watched picture after picture pass them by on their ascent.

"Somewhere more comfortable and more fitting." Spike replied matter-of-factly and her blush worsened.

"Oh god…my bedroom?" A bubble of nerves exploded in her stomach and seemed to dampen her desire. "You're going to have sex with me in my bed?"

She wondered if she could sound any more immature than she did in that moment.

"No…going to make love to you in your bed." Spike wiggled his brows and grinned as a fresh blush tinted her cheeks.

"Make love…like what people in the movies do…like what people…in love do?" Buffy wondered if it was too late to back out, the only man she'd been with had been Angel and that couldn't be classified as 'making love'. Looking back on it now, it seemed more like something she couldn't stop from happening. Something she'd felt she had to do and the consequences had been enough to mar its memory and make it bitter.

"Suppose." Spike said with a shrug of his shoulders and kicked the door to her bedroom open.

Buffy cuffed him around the head. "I was just asking, you didn't have to reply so flippantly."

She frowned as he placed her down on the bed and then watched him as he closed each curtain to shut out the light and took the ring off his finger, placing it down on her bedside table. He moved over to the door and locked it before coming back to her.

"I assure you, I'm deadly serious."

And Buffy believed it whole-heartedly, only she'd never had someone make love to her and suddenly her nerves seemed to be overtaking her desire.

Spike gave her a reassuring smile and then let it drop off his face as he realised why she was nervous.

Angel was the only man she'd been with.

He struggled to contain the grin that tried to erupt on his face from knowing he would be the one to wholly eradicate Angel from her body.

"Just relax, pet. We can go slow. Got the whole day ahead of us, and the rest of our lives after that." Spike kicked his boots off and then bent to remove hers. He kept his eyes fixed on hers as she watched him slip them from her feet and toss them to one side.

Buffy sat mute on the edge of the bed, her heart thundering against her chest and her breathing refusing to come. She swallowed hard as he stood up again and pulled her up with him.

"Let's get a little more comfy…" Spike stepped up onto the bed and smiled as she did the same. Laying down he waited for her to come to rest beside him and then looked her over. There was something enthralling about how innocent she was, so vastly untouched by man and so scared about what they were going to do.

Deep inside he knew the fear wasn't because of what had happened to her in the caves, it was because this would be consummating their relationship and the claim.

Or so she thought.

This would satiate the claim but what he intended to do with her was far from what mating required. She wasn't ready for that, it was too violent and brutal for her right now and he didn't want to scare her away when she was still so fragile inside.

Or bring back memories of that night.

This was about affirming and reaffirming feelings, about instigating a physical relationship that would eventually lead to a real mating.

It was about her.

Showing her just what he was inside and letting her see how good he could be for her.

He smiled as she lay on the bed beside him, their fingers toying with each other.

"No need to be nervous, love, not going to bite you."

Buffy wished he would--if there was anything that could make her burn hotter than the sun it was his biting her.

"Not even if I ask nice?" Buffy joked back at him and felt a little calmer for it.

"Now…that's a tempting offer." Spike grinned and listened to her giggle as he planted wet kisses down the column of her throat. "But…not this time."

Buffy frowned as the atmosphere in the room grew heavy again. She watched his hand as he ran two fingers down over her top and around the underside of her breast.

"This time's all about you…" Spike ran his fingers in an ever-decreasing circle around her breast as he watched her roll her eyes closed and arch into his touch. Reaching the peak of her small, ripe breast, he brushed his thumb over her concealed nipple and smiled. "…And just about you, baby."

Buffy kept her eyes closed for a moment as she realised he was unbuttoning her blouse and then found the courage to open them. She wanted to see what this meant to him, wanted to read in his eyes that it was as much as it meant to her.

Spike met her eyes as he undid the last of the buttons and spread open her cream shirt. He parted his lips as he looked down at her body below him, her taut stomach flattened further by laying on her back, the gentle swell of her bra clad breasts and the way he could see her heart beating hard against her chest.

Dipping his head, he weaved a line of kisses up from her bellybutton to her neck and buried his face there, nipping at her with his blunt teeth and grinning as he elicited a quiet moan from her.

Buffy whimpered in near desperation as she felt his teeth running against her skin and remembered the countless times she'd experienced the ecstasy of his bite. She smiled as the familiar burn of desire flooded her veins and she dug her nails into his shoulders.

Spike frowned on feeling her clawing at him and wondered if she realised what she was doing to him--pain was a severe turn on. Working his hands underneath her, he continued to kiss and suck at her neck as she arched her back into him, granting him access to her bra strap. He undid the clasp in one lightning fast movement and then pushed the shirt off her shoulders.

Buffy caught his mouth as he pulled back in order to give himself the room he needed to get her shirt and bra off. She kissed him deeply as he undressed her and found her own hands tugging at the hem of his top.

He smiled and slipped off the bed, peeling his top off for her and then fingering his belt. He paused and waited to see if she wanted his jeans gone too and, when her eyes dropped to them and she licked her lips, he took it as a yes.

Buffy watched with ever widening eyes as he stripped in front of her. Her gaze was arrested as she swept it back up his body and a prickly heat flushed over her skin as she stared unabashedly at his erection.

Spike gave her a moment to come out of her daze and then crawled onto the bed beside her. He almost chuckled at the way she couldn't take her eyes off him and ran his fingers across her waist, letting his hands meet in the middle.

He slowly undid each button of her jeans and smiled as she raised her hips up. Sliding the pants off her legs, he let his eyes run up the length of them and tried to shut out the memories of the last time he'd seen them like that.

Buffy bit her lip as his eyes came back to rest on her top half and she looked down at herself, her bra askew across her breasts and her shirt half off.

Spike purred in what she could only describe as a sexy way as he edged nearer her and helped her remove her shirt and bra. As her breasts were finally exposed to his gaze, he pulled her to him and wrapped his lips hungrily around one rosy nipple as his fingers teased the other into hardness.

Buffy flung her head back and gasped as heat swept through her and she felt herself growing wet. She ran her hands over his back as he moved above her and lay her down again, his sinewy hard body pressing into her soft one as he continued his ministrations on her breasts.

Running her hand down as far as she could reach she rolled her eyes closed as she took in the soft, peachy globe of his backside.

Before she could think of anything to say about it, his mouth had descended on hers in a kiss so passionate that her ability to breathe, let alone speak, was lost to her.

Buffy shot her eyes open as she felt his fingers trailing down her thigh and a new flood of desire filled her panties. She raised her knee up and spread her leg slightly as he neared her underwear. Her kisses grew more desperate to the point that she no longer cared about the fact her teeth were clashing against his.

Spike fought for restraint all the way up to the moment she moaned into his mouth and then it flew out the window. His fingers moved without consent to trail over her panties, moving up and down the length of her pussy as he revelled in how damp they because of him. He ground his erection against her hip as she moaned in supplication and raised her pelvis into his fingers.

Buffy broke the kiss and gasped for air as she felt her panties disappear. She mewled and arched her breasts into his chest as she felt his fingers against her exposed arousal.

Spike watched her closely as she knit her brows, her mouth forming a pretty 'o' as he teased her with his fingers. He'd been waiting for this for too long and he knew she had too. Now it all seemed overwhelming and he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock into her heated depths and lose himself there.

As his thumb ran circles around her clit, Spike slid one long finger up into her channel and found that this time it was him moaning. He rolled his eyes closed as she tensed around his finger and giggled.

"Slayer muscles."

Spike didn't care that he looked like a goldfish; he was fascinated with the velvety hot feel of her as he pumped one finger in and out. He rubbed his cock against her thigh and then gasped in unnecessary air as she pushed him backwards slightly and took hold of him, her small hand wrapping itself almost expertly around his length and squeezing him tightly.

"Fuck." Spike ground out and realised that making love was going to rapidly fly out the window along with his restraint if he didn't do something about it fast.

Pressing a trail of kisses down her stomach, he stopped as he reached her curly mound and pressed a solitary kiss to it in a way of asking permission. Buffy felt her heart beat a little faster as she realised what he was going to do and she wondered if he knew she'd never experienced it before.

"I'll be nice…promise." Spike smiled up at her and then sighed out through his nose as she spread her legs wide for him, giving him all the invitation he needed.

She grasped handfuls of her sheets as his tongue flicked against her arousal and she felt his fingers slide into her core again. Panting hard, she arched her back and moaned her appreciation at the ceiling as he licked and suckled her clit, his fingers pumping into her faster and faster as he moved her towards climax.

Spike was awed by how aroused she was, her small nub stood pertly in his mouth as he ran his tongue around it in circles and felt her muscles clench his fingers. He smiled as he felt her thighs trembling against him and listened to her moaning his name.

Buffy shot her eyes open as her mouth went wide and she flung her head back, her muscles clamping down on his fingers as she came.

Licking up her sweet spendings, Spike tried to drink down every last drop of her cum and then licked his fingers clean.

"Fuck…you taste divine…" He panted as he kissed a path back up her stomach, stopping occasionally to nip playfully at her flesh.

Buffy opened her eyes and found him above her, his legs nestled in between hers and his eyes sparkling as he watched her.

"Good?" He grinned as she continued to breathe heavily.

She answered him by grabbing him around the back of his head and dragging him down to her, her lips smashing against his as she kissed him feverishly.

Spike took it as a yes.

He kissed her back with as much passion as she was showing him, letting her guide him on just how rough he could be with her as she ran her nails up the length of his back.

Then he remembered what he'd told her.

Making love.

He pulled back and found her still trying to kiss him even when his mouth was gone.

"Buffy…" He said in a serious tone that cut through her lust fuelled haze.

"Spike?" Buffy gave him a confused look.

He looked down at their hips and Buffy gave him a knowing smile.

"So what are you waiting for?" She watched an expression of awe flicker on his features as he dipped his head to kiss her and suddenly the whole concept of 'making love' didn't seem so scary--when it meant so much to him it seemed more wonderful than anything she could have imagined.

She smiled against his kisses as he poured out his passion, and then rolled her head to one side as he turned his attention to her neck.

Spike reached a hand down in between their bodies and swallowed hard over what he was about to do. He'd been thinking about it so much since the caves that now it seemed like some vivid dream. Poised at her entrance he pulled back and looked into her eyes, determined to see what she was feeling.

Buffy gave him a wide reassuring smile on feeling him so nervous and twirled the hair on the back of his head around her fingers.

"Make love to me." She whispered up at him and Spike swore his heart melted.

Sliding deep into her heated core, he kept his eyes locked with hers as he buried himself to the hilt. She smiled, even as the breath was torn from her throat and Spike smiled back at her.

Buffy brushed her fingers against his cheek and looked deep into his eyes as he pulled out and thrust into her again in one slick movement. She felt lost in the blue depths of them as he continued to thrust into her and part of her wondered where his feelings ended and hers began. It was as though they were joined so completely as he moved inside her, gentle thrusts that caused her body to hum and buzz around him, and she knew he was feeling the same way she was.

Enthralled.

Euphoric.

Enraptured.

Ecstatic.

Spike found the words waiting to tumble from his lips as he moved against her and it was all he could do to stop them falling and pulling him down with them. He couldn't let them go, had to hold onto them just a little longer until he was truly sure about what was happening to him.

But he was sure.

As he made love to the precious, beautiful girl that was watching him with such a devastatingly adoring look, he knew he was sure.

But he was scared.

Afraid of being so vulnerable.

Spike pushed the thought from his mind and concentrated on how he felt. It was as though he could feel her, like he was inside her in more than one way and was falling for her all over again.

Buffy let a moan escape her lips as she tensed her muscles around him and his cock hit deeper inside her. She furrowed her brows as tingling sensations swept through her and the ache in her belly seemed to be stretched tighter than she had ever imagined possible.

Focusing on the mingling waves of emotions and pleasure, she wondered just when she'd fallen in love with him. Then realised that the moment she'd seen him she had known there was going to be something between them. She just hadn't expected it to be this.

But it seemed so right as he thrust into her, so perfect that it had to be destiny that had used its guiding hand to bring them together in this moment.

And this moment was divine.

It felt as though they were racing towards a precipice together and were going to dive over some ledge of unimaginable bliss.

It felt as though he'd reached deep inside her and was touching her soul as he murmured words of adoration in her ear and she found herself in the arms of a poet.

Buffy let her eyes drift closed as she inhaled deeply, her head full of his tender, loving words and her body full of his feelings.

Spike gave one last thrust as he felt her muscles tighten around him and came along with her.

Screwing her face up, she clung to Spike as they fell over her imaginary precipice and into the depths of ecstasy together. She held him tightly as he breathed short, cool breaths into her ear and trembled against her.

A smile of contentment settled on her lips and she released a sigh of euphoria into the still morning air. "I love you."

Spike tried not to tense as he heard it, uttered on her lips like it was the moment she'd been waiting for to tell him.

A perfect moment.

Buffy stroked his back and continued to smile as she felt how awed but happy he was on hearing those words. "It's okay. You don't have to say it. I just needed to let you know."

Spike relaxed into her embrace as she continued to draw patterns on his back. He'd wanted to say it to her a million times over the past couple of weeks and now that she'd told him, the words had fled his lips. He sighed as he placed a chaste kiss to the marks on her neck and closed his eyes.

He knew that she knew.

But he still felt the need to vocalise his feelings for her, to tell her just what she meant to him and how much he loved her.

He would tell her.

He would.

Someday.

Soon.

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